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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Football_RPF
  Relationship:
      Iker_Casillas/Sergio_Ramos
  Character:
      Iker_Casillas, Sergio_Ramos
  Additional Tags:
      Horror, Underage_Sex, Dubious_Consent, Hitchhiking, Alternate_Universe
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-13 Words: 2158
****** In You I Taste God ******
by dollylux
Summary
     Happy Halloween!
It's too cold of a night for this but he's out here anyway. His outfit looks
very ill-planned, a thin, worn-through hoodie over a simple t-shirt and jeans
that have seen better days, many of them. His shoes are stuck in the mud as he
stands on the side of the road, hair soaked through and sticking to his cheeks
that are beyond pale, they're glowing and sickly at the same time and he thinks
to himself that he doesn't blame anyone for not stopping to give him a ride.
They probably don't want to catch their death from such a pallid thing.
He sees a semi-truck approaching and he feels his pulse quicken because maybe
this is it, maybe this is the moment he's been waiting for. He'd been hearing
stories around town for years about this highway, about this time of night. The
disappearances had been so steady over the years that there had to be some
truth to the story, and Sergio is nothing if not determined. His life is
routine, boring, and night after night of monotony will drive you to desperate
lengths, especially if you're as beautiful as Sergio Ramos García.
The truck isn't as large as the one in the stories, but he steps up bravely
anyway, lifting his thumb to beg for a ride and his heart is racing when he
hears the loud squeak of brakes as the truck slows in the pouring rain, the cab
lit up in an eerie glow. Sergio shivers as he hurries toward it, climbing up
the step to reach the handle that he pulls open with great effort. Only when
he's safely inside with the door closed (and locked) does he look over at his
savior (or captor, however this story will end). His eyes are met by a
surprisingly young face, by strong, decided features and a pretty top lip and
broad shoulders and God in heaven, he couldn't have made a better choice if he
tried.
The man looks him over hungrily, a scrap of meat to a starving dog. Sergio
shivers again, the water droplets clinging to his hair and eyelashes trembling
with it, some slipping away, hiding in the crevices of his collarbones, in the
cotton of his shirt.
"W-what's your name," Sergio asks in a very soft, unsure tone, his hands tucked
tightly in his lap, his gaze young, soaked with timidity.
"Iker," the man grunts, too distracted to answer with any sort of tone that
would hint at his personality, that only reveals his desire, his desperation
for such supple company. Sergio edges closer to the door, the space between
them growing but still not enough. "You have gas money, baby?"
Sergio grows even paler then, gritting his teeth as he inwardly curses himself.
Of course, of course he forgot something. Of course.
"No," he admits, fear making his voice a sliver, a tiny silver thing in the
humid air of the cabin. The man pulls back out onto the road anyway, not
bothering to check his mirrors because no one is on this road at this time of
night. No one.
"Well, how do you expect to catch a ride with somebody if you don't have any
way to pay them?" Iker's tone is loaded, dangerously sarcastic. Sergio looks
over at him again and sees the way he shifts, the way his strong thighs spread
even more. He swallows hard and averts his eyes.
"I can... I can do something else, I guess."
The air changes sharply like the roof had just come off. Sergio tenses with it
and he can hear the soft sound of Iker licking his lips.
"Yeah?"
Sergio nods, shy and scared and desperate himself. Nothing happens for a long,
dragging moment and then there's the unmistakable sound of Iker unzipping his
pants, the hollow push of a button popping loose. He shifts again, his pants
moving down the slightest bit with it.
"Get me hard."
Sergio hesitates, his hands tightening into a tangle in his lap as he lips
tremble in unborn excuses, in pleas for no, please something else. Don't you
know how old I am? He feels a warm hand enclose his frozen one and Iker rubs
his fingers, his thumb trying to quicken the blood in Sergio's palm before he
pulls that hand over and guides it into his pants. Sergio obeys then, working
on autopilot because a cock in his hand isn't a foreign feeling, but the width
of this one is, the length, the hot pump of thick male blood that is making it
even fuller against his cold, boy fingers. Iker takes a deep breath and leans
back, hips digging out toward Sergio's unsure fingers and he lets out a long,
curling sigh when those fingers finally close around the head of him, rubbing
him with charming uncertainty, enough naïveté to make his cock pulse.
"You're already hard," Sergio whispers, pulling back slippery foreskin and then
pulling it back up over the velvet head, warm liquid dampening his fingers. The
inside of Iker's pants are hot, damp, and the cab now smells of his thick sex.
He slows the truck to a stop again but not before pulling over on the side of
the road, his hands so tight on the wheel.
"That's not hard."
He reaches for the boy then, dragging him closer with absolutely no effort and
he's holding him firmly by the back of his head as he pushes his cock past his
lips, noting the way the boy moves to cover his teeth with his full lips, the
way his mouth is sopping with spit already, like he'd been planning this
anyway. He whimpers and pushes his hands against Iker's thighs, begging to be
let up but Iker pulls him down harder, fucking his cock with that mouth and his
head falls back in blank, delirious pleasure. He pulls him back when it gets to
be dangerous, when he knows it's going to be over too soon and he's pulling at
the boy's pants then, his breathing harsh, heavy.
"Pants off. Come here."
"But... but... please."
Iker shoves his foot against the crotch of Sergio's pants and underwear to peel
them from his body faster, the boy working desperately to get ride of his shoes
to get them off completely. Iker pushes off his soaking wet jacket and his t-
shirt and leaves the boy in all of his pale, shivering glory, a sweet, tight
little body not a day over sixteen surely and he knows it for sure when he
sinks up into it, his tight hole petaling open around him, letting him in but
only with a fight. Iker pushes and pushes until he's fed all the way up inside,
never had a boy take him all the way on the first try, never could fit all of
himself inside without pleading, without pinning them down and just taking them
but this boy, this one takes him all the way, his cock running up inside of him
the same as the boy's spine, as much a part of his insides now, surely. Iker
knows when to take his opportunities and this is one of them so he wraps his
arms just above the pretty bubble boy ass and starts to fuck him roughly, not
letting him lift for a second even when he screams, sweet body arching around
strong forearms and nails digging into his chest, piercing flesh and ripping at
his shirt, begging for more or for nothing, Iker doesn't know or care.
"Easy. Please... easy," Sergio pleads weakly and Iker slows just a little then,
grinding up into him with a dirty, circular motion and the second he hits that
lovely spot up inside of Sergio and hears his soft, breathless moan he's at it
again, his body virile and starved and as strong as they come, fucking with
aching abandon up into the best pinkness he's ever had. The boy is moving with
him now, meeting him thrust for thrust though it's still shy somehow, it's
small and kittenish just like that lapping tongue against Iker's throat, the
one that's licking like it's the first time he's tasted a man's fuckmade sweat,
his teeth nipping so sweetly to give Iker some hint of how much he loves it,
how much he needed this, just this, just this cock.
Iker's world is suddenly sharpness and vertigo and pulling and he doesn't know
why, doesn't know where it starts but he comes with a violence that he's never
felt before, he creams inside of that hot body and the ecstasy continues and
continues, the sharpness of his orgasm razored to the point that he's crying
out, that he's tense with no chance for release but his cock is empty, no more
to give. Only when he hears the moan at his throat is he brought back to the
truck, to the body on him, latched onto him with two virgintight orifices, both
hellbent on milking him dry. Instead of a climax Iker suddenly feels weak,
resting bonelessly back against the seat and Sergio pulls back finally, the
sting gone from Iker's neck and his body is ebbing tiredly, his eyes only able
to stay open enough to see how alive Sergio looks, how full and bright and
alive on top of him and when he starts to ride him again Iker can only moan.
"God, this cock. I can't get enough of this fucking cock. It's the biggest I've
ever seen. I've got a monster inside of me." He relaxes down into Iker's lap
and ruts against him then, spanking down on Iker's cock, fucking himself
solidly and he licks his lips and his tongue is ruby, glittering as if it's
alive, the exact same shade as that lovely mouth. Two perfectly razor-tipped,
moon-colored daggers glint in Sergio's mouth when he lowers his face to Iker's
again and he licks one of them hard, cutting his own tongue and he kisses Iker
hard and full on the mouth, flooding it with the sweet metallic and
unmistakable taste of blood. He's on such an edge now, such a cliff that he can
see and can't see, he can feel his heart beating and it's fighting now, it's
trying and the thought terrifies him. He latches onto Sergio's tongue on
instinct, sucking the blood from the cut and he tingles all over as he swallows
it down, feeling a little more awake, a little less weak, just as Sergio hopes.
"Better? Sergio's voice is soft and he's breathless himself, kissing Iker just
to be kissing him and he's so close now, he's heavy with his impending orgasm
and his body is the dirtiest curl, determined by design to fuck Iker's cock
until he physically can't. "Didn't mean to take so much. You're just so good,
you just make it so good. You taste like you fuck, you know that? Can't get
enough."
"What are you," Iker rasps against Sergio's demanding little mouth, kissing him
back despite all of his instincts telling him to fucking run, to get out of
this somehow, anyhow.
"Mm. God, how can I let a cock like this go? What should I do, love? What would
you like me to do?" Sergio is working like a succubus on top of him, his eyes
bright with blood and fuck and his arms are around Iker's neck like they're
lovers. He kisses Iker's top lip, biting at it carefully, letting Iker feel
only the tip of one of his fangs, reminding him of what he could do. "Be my
baby forever. That's the only way. Isn't it?"
"What--" Iker stops speaking when Sergio lifts up on top of him, stretching his
young (oh, really?) body on top of him until Iker is level with one of his
nipples that is pearled in tight hardness, that has a vein pulsing right behind
it and Sergio pulls a pocket knife out of nowhere and slashes himself right
across the nipple with it, letting out a pained little cry as he does but he
shoves his nipple into Iker's mouth, holding him fast on it with a deathgrip on
Iker's hair. The second Iker starts to suck Sergio relaxes on him, slumps down
and lets himself be fucked because Iker's cock is suddenly hard in him again,
as alive as it was a mere fifteen minutes before and its pulsing presence
inside of him is enough to bring him off, that along with Iker's hungry nursing
like a newborn and with his own glowing hand around his pretty, perfect cock.
He comes all over Iker's clothes, all over himself, he comes and comes and Iker
drinks and drinks, coming a second time himself, burying up into his new baby
and they're a tight tangle now, inseparable and forever and when their mouths
meet there is no hesitation, only blood and thirst, unquenchable thirst.
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