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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Mortal_Instruments_Series_-_Cassandra_Clare
  Relationship:
      Alec_Lightwood/Original_Male_Character(s), Magnus_Bane/Alec_Lightwood
  Character:
      Alec_Lightwood, Magnus_Bane, Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Kidnapping, Sex_Slavery, Human_Trafficking, Rape, Rimming, Oral_Sex, Anal
      Sex, Cock_Ring, Vibrator, Rope_Bondage, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Non-
      Consensual_Bondage, Gore, Abuse, Alec_Needs_a_Hug, Other_Additional_Tags
      to_Be_Added, Additional_Warnings_Apply, Triggers, Body_Modification,
      Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Forced_Orgasm, Choking, Fisting
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-05 Updated: 2015-05-30 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6951
****** Inexpressible ******
by slytherin_me_baby
Summary
     Alec gets kidnapped and put into Downworld sex trafficking.
Notes
     Hey guys! This is my first fic on here. I had this idea rolling
     around in my head and was in the mood for something dark. Please head
     the warnings and let me know if you think I should continue it out of
     a oneshot. Thanks for reading!
***** Numb *****
Alec couldn't feel much anymore. 
He had stopped wishing months ago that someone would come to save him. That
Jace and Izzy would come busting into the joint and kill every Downworlder.
He also stopped wishing for Magnus as well. 
Alec tried his best to count the days but sometime after the tenth, he had lost
count. He was losing the will to live, really, he no longer wanted to. If he
could find a way to end his life he would have by now. 
"Are you paying attention to me, Shadowhunter?" Snapped a voice above him,
followed by a harsh slap right across his pale cheek. Alec's head whipped back,
his eyes shutting with the temporary feeling of pain that washed over him. 
"I'm listening." He answered in a whisper, body shaking. Alec was naked spread
across his torn dirty mattress that sat on the cold dank cell floor. The only
light in the room came from the moon shinning in from a barred window several
feet up. He didn't mind the dark, it allowed him not to see what was happening
when his buyer would command him to watch. 
"Good, then open that pretty mouth." Purred the Warlock above him, knee digging
in between his thighs. Alec closed his eyes tightly, his breath shortening. He
didn't want to have his cock in his mouth, he hated how it didn't allow him to
breath and the smell of musk that would stuff his nose. 
So he clenched his jaw shut, trying to wiggle out from his reach which was
inevitable. His limbs were all tied up, arms stretched above his head with rope
linking him to the bed frame and legs spread wantonly, knees bent. 
Alec's eyes snapped open as his jaw was grabbed roughly, fingers digging in
hard enough to make him gasp from the pain. "When I say open your mouth, you
open it." The man hissed and Alec didn't respond. He tried to remain stoic,
unafraid but his eyes betrayed him as they began to leak tears. 
The weight from the bed shifted as the older man positioned himself, his large
dick standing erect and pushing against the Shadowhunter's lips. With a snap of
his hips, his cock stabbed itself through the small opening of his mouth,
burying to the hilt and making Alec choke under the sudden intrusion. 
"Mmmm, fuck, you have such a nice little mouth don't you, angel." He whispered,
fingers curling around and threading through Alec's slick black hair. The
Warlock pulled at his locks, forcing him further down his length. Alec cried
onto him, desperately trying to breath out of his nose but only finding curling
blue pubic hair in his wake. 
Bile began to rise to his throat as the other fucked into his mouth repeatedly,
holding the Shadowhunter's head steady as he pistoned in and out. The
Downworlder tasted like salt and smelled like the ocean and he tried to pretend
that maybe this was Magnus who was doing this to him. That he was tied up
because it was some kinky shit that Magnus was into and Alec wanted this. 
Alec transported himself there, eye's screwed shut as he pictured his boyfriend
above him and like magic, he began to bob his head along with the other, tongue
swirling and cheeks hollowing as he sucked the other down. Though just as soon
as he did, he was already being yanked off by his hair, a spit line connecting
him to the large dick hovering inches away from his sore lips. 
"Someone seems eager, you little slut." The Warlock hummed, purple eyes dancing
with amusement as he lowered himself more onto Alec's level. "I paid for a
fuck, now I'm going to get it." 
Alec sprang to life at that, his blue eyes flicking open and arms tugging
against his restraints. He pulled until the skin around his writs began to
bleed again, crimson soaking the rope and flowing down his arms like thin
streams. "Aww, is someone afraid of getting fucked?" The man teased, a greedy
look flashing across his eyes. "I'm sure you will enjoy it, sluts always liked
being filled up the ass." 
Even though begging was futile, Alec still couldn't help himself. The first
time he had too much pride to beg... Any pride he once had was long gone by
now. "P-Please. I'll do anything just don't-" His words were cut off as two
fingers pushed into his mouth. 
"Shhh. Now, go on and suck." He commanded and when Alec didn't respond he
pushed his fingers more into his mouth, reveling at the whimper that sounded.
"Come on now, I'm trying to prep you. Or would you rather me use your beautiful
blood as lube?" 
Alec obeyed, swirling his tongue and trying his best to coat the digits heavily
in saliva, knowing that was the only preparation he was going to receive. Ten
days ago Alec would never dream of eagerly sucking fingers like lollipops, the
same ones only seconds away from raping him. Ten days ago he would have bit the
fingers until he snapped them off. He would have cursed and tried to kill the
bastard for even thinking such thoughts. But now thing have changed. He had
lost his fighting spirit. Instead he learned to cut his losses. What was the
point of being prideful? If he allowed the prep then he would be in less pain
later. It was going to happen no matter what, there was no reason to make it
worse for himself. 
"Good, little Shadowhunter." The man praised as he pulled the coated fingers
from the other's mouth. 
He knew what was coming next and Alec held his breath, watering eye's flicking
up the the ceiling and just staring. The man lowered down between his open legs
and used one hand to spread his ass cheeks. Alec held his breath as one slick
finger circled around his small ring of muscles, causing his body to jolt with
pleasure. 
That's what he hated about this the most. How his body reacted. It was a reflex
he couldn't control. He didn't want to get turned on from being touched from a
stranger. Alec knew he didn't want any of this but his dick betrayed him the
longer the Warlock's finger circled, it growing and twitching across his
abdomen. 
He continued the small teasing movements until Alec's cock sat stiff across his
stomach and he was no longer pulling against the ropes. Instead he just laid
limp, seeming to accept his fate. Though something was different this time. By
now he would already be fucked yet the Downworlder hadn't even penetrated him
yet, just continued to stimulate his tight hole. 
Then it hit him... He was teasing. 
Alec began to buck his hips slightly, trying to push down onto his finger but
the man continued the slow torturous movements, never giving him enough to
satisfy his erection which was starting to become painful. "Please just...
Fucking do it." Alec groaned, head lolling to the side. 
"Patience, dear boy." He tutted, continuing the slow scrape of his finger tip
until Alec was panting, bucking and sounding similar to a keening animal. His
cock was an angry purple and his body was beginning to convulse, about to
climax from simple teasing. "You aren't coming till I allow you." The
Downworlder hissed in a sick delight before producing something in his hand out
of thin air. 
Alec glanced down to the ring of metal that the other slipped down his shaft
and secured around his base. A chill slid down his spine, panic taking over
when he realized... He couldn't come. "Please please d-don't do-" 
"Shhh, if you behave I assure you, you will get your reward little angel." 
Alec was crying uncontrollably, tears spilling one after the other, making it
hard to see anything. He needed to come yet didn't want to at the same time. He
felt humiliated and terrified all at once. Alec was use to the rough sex and
abuse before with other customers but nothing like this.
The Downworlder took in his tears with amusement, solid violet eyes almost
glowing within the dark cell. He was going to break the boy to pieces. If he
was crying now, he couldn't only wait to see what was to further come. The
Warlock extended his finger and shoved it into his tight warmth, earning a
sharp cry of pleasure from the Shadowhunter below him. 
"Now where is it... Ah, yes-" He swished his finger around, locating the bundle
of nerves deep within him before notching his finger.
"Ah!" Alec screamed, hips flying off the bed at the foreign feeling. It was
intense pleasure, bone melting mind numbing, setting his skin to flames. The
type of arousal that could leave him cumming in just another touch. Some of the
other customers would make him come sometimes for the power factor but it was
nothing like this... And Magnus and him had never gotten far in bed, anally
anyway. 
Magnus.
The name left a heavy feeling in his stomach. He felt disgusting for feeling
this way over a fucking rapist. He was filthy, no worse than the scum on top of
him to be begging for it. He hated himself... Completely despised what he had
become.
Alec slanted his eyes open when feeling something rough secure his hips down.
It was another rope and the Warlock above him smirked at the confusion written
across the other. "I need you to keep still, it hard with all your involuntary
movement." He explained before notching his finger again and eliciting a
similar response like before from the boy.  
It continued that way for awhile, the Downworlder continued to massage his
prostate as Alec thrashed in pleasure against his restraints. His cock had
become a flamed red and purple, his slit oozing precum at a constant leak. 
At the point where the man began to thrust his fingers in and out of Alec, he
became a moaning mess, loud enough to stir the entire encampment. 
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck, please st-stop don't st-stop. F-Fuck me." Alec cried, his
face coated and tears, body shinning in a sleek sheet of sweat. His cock seemed
about to burst but the Warlock didn't acknowledge that or his cries. He seemed
to focused on driving the boy past his point, trying to see if he could make
him pass out from the lack of a climax. 
Alec was becoming dazed, he no longer remembered where he was or who he was for
the matter. The pleasure was too intense and when he didn't think it could get
any worse, the Warlock proved him wrong. "Think you can take more?" He mused,
fingers continuing their constant thrusting. 
"N-No! Pleasee-Ahh!" Alec screamed as something began to suddenly vibrate
around him. It was the metal cock ring that he almost forgot about that was
keeping his orgasm at bay. It was now sending delicious vibrations up and down
his shaft but still doing its job to hold back his peak, just keeping him on
the edge of it. 
His body was convulsing, wiggling against the ropes that kept him firmly in
place. He was screaming out incoherent moans, babbling to please allow him to
come, that it was painful. The Warlock enjoyed every excruciating moment the
Shadowhunter was placed through and he decided that when seeing the boy still
awake from the vibrations, he needed to step it up a notch.
The man lowered between Alec's shaking thighs and spread his ass cheeks wide,
brushing his nose against the rim of quivering muscles. Alec jolted at the
feeling, whining loudly and he smirked. Slowly he stretched his tongue out,
gliding it over the hole and the sound that escaped Alec sounded angelic.
"Do you like that?" The Warlock mused and Alec sobbed in reply, unable to even
speak any more from the over stimulation. Smirking he lowered back down and
continued lapping at his ass hole, tonging around and slapping his ass every
time he quivered far too much for his liking. 
Getting bored he finally shoved his tongue in all the way, grinning even more
as he bucked so hard against the rope around his waist, he began to bleed. The
boy was covered in random streams of blood and sweat at this point as well as
the clear glossy fluid off his precum.
Alec wasn't use to such torture but it was worse than anything a demon had put
him through during a mission. It was painful yet not at the same time. He was
in constant agony and he felt himself drifting out of consciousness as his
tongue brushed against his prostate. He didn't know how it was possible for his
tongue to stretch that far but it felt like the slick tendril was everywhere
inside of his ass, pressing and thrusting into his small ring of muscles
repeatedly. 
With a flick of the Warlock's hand, the vibration on his cock ring increased
until it felt like his dick would just vibrate off. His tongue did not let up
and he swore he could feel more than one wet tongue inside of his ass, finding
every spot and exploiting it for another moan. 
Alec resulted to not even moving after awhile, his mouth hanging open and drool
pooling around his lips. The world was turning black around him and he thought
he was dying, he was certain he was because he was losing oxygen. The
Downworlder had his fist clamped around his neck holding it stiff, cutting off
his circulation. 
So this was it... He wanted death actually. He was begging for it and he glad
it was coming upon him. Just a couple more seconds and either the pleasure
would kill him or the lack of oxygen-
"Mm, look at you. Such a sedated young angel." The other hummed and Alec
wondered if he had just spoken in his mind. He must have because he didn't feel
the tendrils inside him let up on his prostrate. "I think you have earned your
reward." 
And with that the cock ring was removed and his eye's snapped open as he came
so hard that the rope around his midsection snapped. His hips rose from the bed
and Alec screamed till his voice gave out, thick ropes of cum shooting out onto
his stomach, bed, and the Warlock. The Downworlder followed the buck of his
hips, not stopping  the intrusion on his hole as Alec shredded through his
orgasm. With the last spurt of hot seed out of his weeping slit, Alec fell onto
the bed, eye's rolled shut. 
The Warlock slowly removed his mouth, tongue slipping out of his ass with a
squelch. He gave his little toy a nudge and he didn't move, out cold. He
smirked coolly, violet eyes burning with small aroused lust filled flames.
"Looks like you have passed out Shadowhunter... Sleep, angel. I'll be gentle." 
The Downworlder tossed aside the rope which had come undone from the force of
the boy's climax. Grabbing his bloodied hips he positioned his hole above his
enlarged cock, giving a little nudge of his magic to make it grow even more in
size. 
Right as he pressed the tip of his cock to the boy's hole, Alec mumbled
slightly, shifting and the man frowned. Perhaps he wouldn't stay asleep for
this, especially not for how much he had grew his cock. The feeling of him
ripping into him would wake the Shadowhunter no doubt. 
While he enjoyed the screams of howling pain, he was in the mood to violate him
without the other's knowledge. So he casted a small charm with his hand and
Alec went limp, slow breaths leaving his parted lips. 
Satisfied the Warlock pushed into him, entranced with the way his ass hole
began to rip and bleed as he he sheathed his length. Meanwhile Alec didn't make
so much of a peep, completely and utterly vulnerable to his touch. He would not
have to worry about taking it easy on the kid to keep the owner of the
Shadowhunter from barging in. While the Vampire didn't care much for his little
slaves, he didn't want them beyond repair. The noises that Alec would elicit
from this treatment would cause some unwanted attention. 
The Warlock continued to push until his balls slapped against Alec's pale ass.
He gave a small grunt and pulled his engorged cock out half way before slamming
back into the boy who moved limply against the assault like a marionette. He
went to thrust again yet was met with the same limp issue and decided that such
a position would not work for him. 
So he went to work untying the boy from his restraints and positioning him on
his stomach, pillow shoved under him to present his rear. The Warlock smirked
and gave his ass a couple of slaps, enjoying the sound that echoed through the
room. He watched the way his cheeks rippled with each hit before returning to
his previous fucking. The Warlock pushed up onto his knees and grabbed his
large cock, about to slide back into the gaping bloodied hole when pausing. He
was sure the boy could stretch more. He gave another wave of his hand, making
his cock grow even more before pressing back again. 
The pleasure was new as he ripped into the boy more, his ass again taking his
length, his blood causing enough lube for it not to be of a discomfort towards
the Warlock. He began then to fuck the boy relentlessly, pounding him so hard
that the slapping of flesh could be heard throughout the many cells of the
encampment. He grunted loudly as he continued to thrust, the boy shaking yet
being more steady in the new position. 
Several minutes later the Downworlder felt the familiar pull of his gut and he
groaned loudly as he came, filling the boy's ass with so much come it leaking
out around his base. Right... The larger he made his dick, the more cum he
produced. The Warlock groaned, forehead pressed to Alec's back who was sill
unconscious below him. 
After the pulsing of his dick ceased he pulled out and cum flowed down the boys
bare thighs along with blood causing it to mingle and become pink. It seemed
almost like art as the Warlock stood and began to redress, admiring what he had
done to the boy. 
Ass up, cum and blood falling out of his abused and gaping hole. He almost
moved forward and licked it all clean but decided he would rather the
Shadowhunter see what he had done to him. 
Finishing, he made his way towards the door, grinning as he opened the cell and
with a flick of his hand, released the spell. 
He could still hear the angel screaming in agony as he left the encampment. 
***** Don't stop *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey! Sorry for this very belated update. I was still on the fence
     about continuing this but hell, why not.
     I'll try to be more frequent with my updates, promises.
     Thanks for reading and sorry for any possible grammar and/or spelling
     mistakes!
 
“Drink this and by god put some pants on.” The blond above him hissed, shoving
a hot cup of coffee into numb fingers.
Magnus had been at the institute for over a week and he was sure the
shadowhunter’s were past the point of pity, mostly Jace.
Ten days, thirteen hours, and fifty two seconds. Magnus never stopped counting.
Every second was more painful than the next and it left the warlock numb in the
recliner he was sitting in. He had been on a nonstop search for Alec. Not
drinking or eating which wasn’t doing him any good by how frail his body had
become. Sleep was also a pleasantry he didn’t deserve while Alec was still not
found. Just drinking this coffee still seemed too good for him.
“Jace, he needs to rest alright? And so do you. Running yourselves into the
ground isn’t going to help find Alec any quicker.” Piped Clary on the floor who
was hunched over her sketch book, trying to develop a rune that could track
Alec down. So far anything she tried proved to be unsuccessful and Isabelle had
meekly added that he must be hidden by some powerful wards.
Jace who had been pacing in front of the fire place with an intense expression
stopped, eyes narrowed at Clary in a slight glare. “I’m not resting until he is
found.” He said pointedly, stopping in his tracks for a fraction of a second,
waiting for her to argue back.
“You should sleep, man. You said yourself he isn’t dead so I mean, that’s a
plus right?” Asked Simon who was perched up next to Izzy on the thick carpet,
arm draped across her shoulders.
The shadowhunter looked to Simon then, brows arched as he huffed out a dry
biter laugh. “He might be alive but it doesn’t mean he is not in pain,
mundane.” He hissed out, stepping to the boy on the carpet who viewed him with
large brown eyes. “Whoa, just calm down okay? I didn’t mean it like-“
Jace shot forward to Simon who stiffened, alerting Isabelle who had begun to
fall asleep. She was fully awake by the time her brother started shouting,
veins outlined in his neck with the effort it was taking not to crack. “I can
feel the anguish he is going through! It’s worse than I have ever felt before!
It’s constant, a pain that’s deeper than when he lost Max. I’m telling you, he
might as well be dyin-“
“That’s enough!”
The room had gone silent, every gaze shooting to Magnus who had spoken the
first time in a few days. “That’s enough,’’ he repeated but much more worn and
exhausted. Magnus stood then, snapping his fingers and in a blink he was
dressed. “We need to focus.” He murmured, downing his coffee in one go despite
it being scalding.
Slowly his gaze traveled from each of them. His friends, Alec’s friends and
family as well. Not one of them looked more tired than the next. Not a single
one looked more devastated.
No… One did. Jace, who was now leaning against the mantle completely pale, hand
gripping his parabatia rune. Though he was trying to mask it, Magnus could see
the look of horror dancing across his face, agony etched behind his careful
façade. At this very moment, Alec was experiencing something terrible.
Actually, horrific since Jace lowered himself to the floor right then,
trembling.
“Jace… By the angel, can you hear me?” Clary asked in a rush of panic, falling
beside him and cupping his face. He was unresponsive, just held his rune with
blown pupils and a shaking form.
Magnus stared at him for a moment, unsure what to do or say. This hadn’t been
the first time this has happened and usually Clary was able to talk him out of
it. Izzy and Simon were surrounding him too and the warlock just stood,
watching Jace react to whatever Alec was feeling. He couldn’t do this any
longer, he couldn’t wait another second.
“I’m going for a walk,” Magnus muttered which Simon seemed to be the only one
to pick up. He was in mid gape as he made eye contact with him and glanced to
the others, realizing that they hadn’t heard and giving Magnus a nod to show he
would pass along the information.
With one last look at the group he vanished.
===============================================================================
 
 
 Alec sobbed in the darkness of his cell. It was night and his customers were
finished for the day. One of his wrists had been untied but the other remained
hooked up to the iron bar head board. He laid on his side naked, blood coating
his pale thighs as well as the dry semen from the warlock.
His pain was indescribable.
It got to a point where he couldn’t even feel the lower portion of his body
except the occasional pulse of his abused hole. Alec couldn’t imagine the
damage that was caused and he wondered briefly if the man in charge of this sex
trade would be angry with the monster for what he did.
They at least had to come and heal him up right? How was he supposed to service
anyone else while he was torn to shreds? Maybe they wouldn’t heal him. Perhaps
they would see his condition and figure it was about time to put him down… If
only. Alec would do anything for death at this point, his will was long
shattered.
“Psssst, hey you-“Hissed a voice. It was so faint for a moment Alec thought it
was his imagination before it came back stronger. “Alexander is your name
right? I’ve heard you called by it once.” Said the voice again and slowly the
Nephilim pushed himself up on all fours, wincing at the rolls of pain that
traveled down his body.
“Where are you?” Alec asked, voice hoarse from the screaming earlier. “Over
here,” it answered back. Alec squinted his eyes, trying to get them to adjust
to the darkness. His eyes itched in general from his crying and he could only
imagine what a sight he must look like. Naked, ass torn and bloodied, starved
body covered in bruises and cuts, crawling on all fours across a dirty stone
floor. Why did he deserve this… Why couldn’t the angels look down on him in
pity for once?
Alec came to a stop, blue orbs widening when seeing a slit in the wall. It was
just big enough to maybe stick a hand through and from the hole he saw a pair
of gray eyes staring at him within the darkness. Whoever it was, it must have
been a slave in the next cell over. It was odd… He had an impression that he
was completely alone in this when in reality, this place was probably stocked
with kidnapped victims. How many times did this one scream but he was to deaf
with his own agony to hear it?
“Who are you?” Alec asked, crawling closer when suddenly he jerked back. His
head whipped around and he glared at the rope that held him in place. He was
about five feet away from the stranger, unable to move any further from where
he was tethered.
“What your kind calls mundane, apparently.” Said the voice from the other side,
gray eyes hooding a bit with a small look of melancholy.
Mundane… A human? They were already breaking many laws by this sex trafficking
but involving humans? A sudden flair of anger ignited through him, the first in
a while. Alec couldn’t remember the last time he had felt true loathing. He had
been broken too badly to feel that emotion yet… Perhaps not. If he could still
feel anger, maybe there was still hope for him yet.
“I hear you screaming a lot, they must be rough with you. I wanted to make sure
you were okay. You sounded like you were killed.” Said the voice which began to
become more masculine to his ears. But still high pitched, like a boy rather
than a man.
Alec blanked for a couple of seconds and he shook his head, snapping himself
back into reality after seemingly zoning out. “No, no… I’m-“Well he wasn’t
exactly fine. Swallowing he looked away from those piercing eyes and answered
shallowly, “I’m surviving.”
He could hear a small sound, like the click of a tongue and those gray eyes
shift like he was nodding. “Good… Don’t stop. Oh and here you go-“The boy said,
throwing in what seemed to be a tube in through the slit. “Put that on your
injuries, it should help with the healing process.’’
Alec had to do some stretching but he managed to grab ahold of the small silver
tube. It was unlabeled and he viewed it with curiosity and gratitude. “Thank
you.” He said earnestly, looking back up but the silver eyes were gone, hole
empty.
***** Fight *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
The solvent the gray eyed boy had given him worked wonders. Upon waking up the
next morning, he didn’t feel any pain and pressing a finger to his ass to check
it, the torn fleshed seemed good as new.
Alec let out a huff in disbelief. Slowly he looked to the hole in the bricks,
half expecting to see the eyes but it was empty on the other side.
The morning routine was quick to start. First he was ragged down by a nameless
face, cleaned enough to make him look still desirable. The same face would take
out is bedpan and empty it as well as bring in his breakfast which was the same
as every meal. Gray mush and stale bread with a cup of water that had dust
flecks floating within it. At first Alec had refused to eat the disgusting food
but it was either that or starve. And by how skinny he had become, it was
obvious he was starving even if he did eat what was provided to him. So the boy
attacked the food, eating and chasing it with his tepid water.
What came next was customers. One by one they would come and do what they
wished with him until dinner break. Sometimes Alec would luck out and only have
a couple customers and that seemed to be one of those days.
The shadow hunter laid on his bed, not having a single customer yet despite it
being well in the afternoon judging by the light coming in through his barred
window up above. He relished in moments like these were he could be alone with
his thoughts and not being violated. Times like these he would think about Izzy
and Jace. He would think about his parents and the Clave, wondering if they
were even bothering to dish out shadow hunter’s to help with his search. But
mostly he would think about Magnus. Alec could almost see his translucent eyes,
the slit of his pupil that expanded when he was aroused or happy. The way the
warlock’s lips would form into his smile and his voice would dip an octave
whenever he would say his name.  
Alec closed his eyes, imagining that he was laying on a Japanese styled couch
in his apartment that he had changed for the millionth time. His head was
propped onto Magnus’ lap and he was trailing his long tan fingers through his
hair. The smell of spices and incense clinging to the air and the soft purr
from Chairman Meow providing the only sound. "How are you feeling, Alexander?
Would you like some tea, cookies, me in my underpants?" He asked with a coy
little grin and Alec rolled his eyes, huffing out a small laugh. "I'd like you
to kiss me," he replied and Magnus lofted a brow at him, a playful gleam coming
to those cat eyes of his. "Hmmm, I don't know, maybe it you say pleas-" He
began but was cut short as Alec wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him
into a tender kiss. The warlock made a noise of contentment, returning the kiss
and lingering still even after Alec pulled away with a subtle smack of their
lips. Magnus looked almost dazed as he gaze at the other. "You are stunning,
shadow hunter." He murmured, curling a lock of his hair around his finger. "And
I am so helplessly in love with you." 
“St-Stop.” Stuttered a voice so suddenly that it tore Alec from his daydream.
The voice rang clear as a bell, as if it had come from his own prison. But with
a quick glance around he discovered that he was still alone.
Gradually he sat up, the bed creaking under his weight. “T-That hurts please-
Ah!” The voice screamed, shrill and chilling. Goosebumps dotted his arms and it
was obvious where the voice was coming from. He recognized the airy soft
youthful tone of the gray eyed boy.
Alec got off the bed and padded towards the hole, knees wobbling with the
effort to keep standing. The closer he got, the more he could hear what was
going on in the cell. He could hear a squelching sound along with whimpers and
muffled sobs, as if the boy had been gagged. As he approached, his heart began
to ache more and more. How many times had this boy screamed and he had not
heard? Or maybe the boy was new to the encampment, maybe he was just having his
first rough customer.
He continued towards the hole until he was jerked quickly to a stop and Alec
grimaced, glancing back to where he was tied up to the bed. From this distance
he couldn’t get close enough to peer through the cell. Maybe he shouldn’t,
perhaps this would be something that would be better not to see at all.
It was private, the boy was getting raped and he didn’t need an audience. Yet
there was a weird protective instinct in him. He needed to make sure he was
okay. If anything he needed to give the solvent back to the other. There was
something about focusing on someone else that made him forget about the storm
going on in his own head. Perhaps that was why the gray eyed boy helped him for
that very reason and he needed to repay the favor.
Alec crossed back over to his bed and pulled. It was heavy for his weak arms
but he was still a shadow hunter. No matter how frail he had become, he still
had some considerable amount of strength and he made a slow process but
eventually Alec pulled the bed close enough to be able to reach the hole.
Quickly and quietly as he could, Alec dropped to his knees and placed his eyes
to the missing brick in the wall. At first he was met with nothing but
darkness. Focusing on the sound he repositioned himself, giving him a new view
into the tiny dank cell and that’s when he saw him. The mundane’s cell was
identical to his own, same dirty little bed and rot iron barred headboard. What
he saw was a very small body placed onto his knees, wrists tied to the bars.
The boy could have been an angel. Pale skin unmarked by scars or runes. Soft
and silky white blond hair a tousled mess around his face. Alec couldn’t see
those unmistakable gray eyes since his eyes were squeezed shut. The boy was
gagged and he now understood why, the horror he was witnessing would make
anyone scream till their vocal cords bled.
A much larger man was kneeling in front of him, naked and so muscled that his
bicep was as large as the boy’s head below him. What made his skin crawl was
that the man was not screwing him, no. His dick sat erect against his taut
stomach. It was his fist… Completely sheathed by the boys ass. He was pumping
it in and out quickly, the boys hole gaping as it tried to accommodate the
intrusion.  
Alec clamped a hand to his mouth and looked away quickly, back pressed against
the wall as he shook in terror.
At that very moment his cell door opened and a customer walked through.
“Bed, now.” A tall lanky man demanded.
He couldn’t move at all. He was trembling head from toe, biting onto his hand
as the image replayed over and over in his head. Not a second later was his
hair grabbed roughly and he was being yanked to the bed. No words were
exchanged, this one being extremely silent. Alec could tell this one was a
vampire by the lack of body heat when he stripped and lowered himself onto him,
dick slotting against Alec’s hip.
There was something about seeing what was happening to the gray eyed boy that
set him off. That got a familiar fire burning in his gut and for a moment he
snapped, finding that initial anger he had when first coming here. As the
vampire began rubbing his cock against him, dipping his head to nibble on his
neck, Alec balled up his first and decked him in his temple.
Nothing felt more satisfying but Alec could not relish in the feeling for long
as the vampire fell back, clutching his face with a shocked expression which
quickly shifted to furious.
“How dare you, insolent little-“ The vampire began and Alec simply went to
punch him again, letting all the bottled up aggression come lose but the
downworlder was quicker as he grabbed his wrist mid punch. Alec yanked, breath
becoming short at the upcoming panic began to settle in his chest. The monster
wasn’t angry, he was livid. And with a crack, he twisted Alec’s wrist making
him scream.
Alec was pushed onto his stomach, arm still caught and now painfully twisted
behind his back. He hadn’t fought in a long time but now he was, struggling
beneath the other and screaming. Clawing, kicking, wiggling, anything he could
to do to get out of the other’s grip.
With one hard pull he managed to use his heel to kick the other in the groin
who loosened his hold enough for the shadow hunter to spin onto his back and
lash out. But the vampire recovered quickly, clenching his jaw as he gripped
Alec's arms and held them tightly on either side of his head.
“Get off of me!” He screamed, all thick and dark with desperation and loathing.
He could feel that evil building inside of him. The one that wanted to
dismember him, cut off his dick and tie him to the bed till he bled out and
died. How could anyone want to rape? What was truly fucked up in his head to
think that this was okay? Alec didn’t want to know. He didn’t care. All he knew
was that he wanted to be drenched in the other’s blood till he looked like he
had slaughtered an onslaught of demons. This man was a demon.
“Not a chance, Nephilim.” The man said coolly as he pushed the other’s knees a
part and pressed his cock against Alec’s unprepared hole. He clenched tightly
on reflex, trying his best to wiggle out of his grip. He did not remain still
this time as he fought to get out of this, fought for his pride. Alec hadn’t
done so in such a long time he had forgotten how much worse it felt when he was
penetrated.
And he was quickly reminded as the vampire snapped his hips forward, burying
himself until his balls slapped against his pale globes.
Again he was ripped open and he choked out a sob of pain. Again he was broken a
bit more though his fight was still there. Alec continued to thrash against the
other as he pounded into him mercilessly.
There was nothing glorified about this one. There was no pleasure that made him
feel shame to his very core. There was just pain and fear, such strong fear
that it trumpeted any past experience in his life. And he wondered if it was
possible for him ever to come back from this. Alec wondered how many times he
needed to be raped before he completely lost it.
He didn’t know when he stopped fighting but along the way he just laid still,
body completely numb as the other fucked him with rough shallow thrusts.
Periodically he would utter a small cry but for the most part he was silent,
head turned to the side and mouth hanging open, drool pooling by his lips.
You tried… You tried.
That had to count for something he hoped. Alec prayed when he saw Magnus, if he
ever did again. That he would forgive him for this knowing that he tried his
best to stop it. But Alec never won… He wasn’t strong enough.
The vampire began to speed up, angling the boy and filling the room with the
sounds of slapping skin and grunts. Alec could feel every inch shoving into
him, filling him to the brim and ripping out a bit of his soul with each
thrust. He didn’t realized he was crying until he felt hot seed coat the inside
of his ass. The man stayed in him for a while, letting Alec feel every pulse as
he came. Meanwhile the shadow hunter had completely checked out. There seemed
to no life in those blue eyes that leaked tears.
With a final groan the vampire pulled out and released his grip on the other’s
wrists. Alec shuddered as come began to stream down his crack, a feeling that
always made him cringe. The aftermath always seemed to be the worst of it. The
impact of being used like that setting into your consciousness, the sore
feeling of torn flesh… The humiliation. And the crushing weight of wanting to
just curl up and die.
He wasn’t sure when the other left but Alec didn’t move for hours from his
position. Not when a new customer came in and licked the prior ejaculation from
his ass before fucking him. And not even the next who had kissed him on the
mouth and raped him so gently it could almost be mistaken for making love.
Not even when gray eyes were at the hole, whispering something. At first he was
so gone he didn’t hear it but it reached him on a subconscious level.
You are broken, I am sorry. I am too, I’ll get us out of here… Just between me
and you.
It sounded like poetry or music and Alec had stirred from it. He pushed himself
up onto his elbows but the gray eyes were gone.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for the the hurt going on, promise things will eventually get
     better... Or not. Muhaha. Anyway. Again sorry for any grammar
     mistakes. I've been going through some heavy writers block and it's
     taking me for ever to update.
     New chapter soon though! Thanks for reading!
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