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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Covenant_(2006)
  Relationship:
      Chase_Collins/Tyler_Simms, Chase_Collins/Caleb_Danvers/Tyler_Simms
  Character:
      Chase_Collins_(The_Covenant), Caleb_Danvers, Tyler_Simms
  Additional Tags:
      Dark, Angst, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Bondage
  Series:
      Part 13 of Albtraum
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-09 Words: 1850
****** New Possession ******
by MakingPoetry
Summary
     It’s time for a demonstration, and Chase proves just how much power
     he has over the remaining warlocks.
He should have expected something bad the moment he opened the door and stepped
in. He had been out all night after all-with Caleb, no less. He hadn’t even
checked with Chase before he’d left. That alone meant that he was probably in
trouble.
The problem was, everything was quiet when Tyler walked in the door. Nothing
felt off, and that in itself meant that something was wrong. He didn’t see
Chase on his way to his room upstairs, but that lasted until he got through the
bedroom door.
Quite abruptly, he found himself pinned against the door, though not by any
physical force. He could feel the Power surrounding him, holding him in place.
Chase was lounging on the bed, where Tyler could only assume that he’d been
waiting for him. The look on his face-that smirk-proved that Tyler was probably
right.
“Someone had a fun time last night,” Chase said, standing and making his way
over.
Tyler, at least, managed to look confused at the same time that he was suddenly
afraid. “What do you mean?”
“You were with Caleb,” Chase said, leaning his hands on the door on either side
of Tyler, “All night. Can’t say I’m surprised.”
“How’d you know?” Tyler didn’t even bother trying to deny it. It wouldn’t have
done him any good anyway.
“Like you can go anywhere without me knowing. Did you actually think you
could?” Chase cocked his head to the side.
Tyler wasn’t sure if Chase was actually mad at him or not so far; he couldn’t
tell through body language. He wasn’t sure what to say either, and started to
flounder a bit.
“So, tell me; how exactly is Caleb going to protect you from me?” the older
warlock grinned, setting a hand against Tyler’s side and sending pain through
his body, sharp and burning. It was enough that his knees would have buckled if
he hadn’t been pinned against the door. “He can’t stop me, and neither can
Pogue.”
The pain usually would have stopped by now, but Chase persisted, and that was
how Tyler knew that he was pissed.
“I think it’s time for a demonstration.”
~
Caleb heard the whisper quiet murmur of a voice before he even opened the door
to his room. He couldn’t tell who it was though because the voice was muffled,
but he hoped that it was Tyler. The way he’d just been gone the other morning
had Caleb worried, unsettled even. Didn’t Tyler trust him to keep him safe, or
was he so afraid of Chase that he’d been scared to stay any longer?
When he opened the door, the scene that greeted him was not what he had
expected. He saw Chase first, sprawled in the chair by the window, only
illuminated by whatever light made it in through the gap in the curtains. His
eyes were black with Power, and though he looked as smug as always, there was
something else there as well. It didn’t take Caleb long to figure out what that
was.
Though Chase was for the most part dressed, his pants were open and there was
Tyler. He was on his knees on the floor, stripped to the waist and with his
hands bound behind his back. Chase had one hand tight in his hair, guiding him-
controlling him-while Tyler sucked him off. Even in the dim light, Caleb could
see the bruises around Tyler’s neck and the ones along his shoulders, the marks
dark against his skin.
It wasn’t just the fact that this was happening-and in his room of all places-
that stunned Caleb the most. It was the fact that Chase had planned this for
him. Was it because Tyler had come to see him? Was this some sort of punishment
for that? Tyler hadn’t had those bruises the other day.
The door clicked shut softly behind him, even though no one had touched it. The
shock of what he’d walked in on was starting to be replaced by anger, and it
was just when he was composed enough to properly react that he found himself
slammed upwards against the ceiling, the impact knocking the air out of his
lungs. Unable to move now, he could only watch as Chase grinned up at him, head
cocked to the side.
“Did you really think that you could protect him from me?” he said, “You
couldn’t even protect Reid.”
Tyler made a soft sound then, barely audible, but Chase pulled his head down
more, effectively silencing him-though somewhat unpleasantly. What bothered
Caleb the most was that he couldn’t do a thing to stop it. He couldn’t stop
anything that Chase had done to Tyler, or Pogue, or Reid.
“Let me show you something.” Chase tugged Tyler up by his hair, making him
wince, and murmured something into his ear, his eyes never leaving Caleb.
Tyler hesitated for a second, considering whatever it was that Chase had told
him to do, and then his eyes sparked red. That was the last thing that Caleb
saw before he blacked out.
~
Tyler wished that Chase hadn’t made him Use on Caleb. Unlocking his Power just
for that wasn’t worth it. Except that his Red Spell was useful and if he hadn’t
been able to easily subdue Caleb, who knows what Chase would have done to him.
Tyler knew though; he knew exactly what Chase would have done to him because
Chase had told him. In detail. It had been more of a threat, really, so how was
he supposed to not have offered? Otherwise, he would have been watching Caleb
suffer.
His hands were still bound behind his back, leaving him in an uncomfortable
position bent forward on the bed, resting his weight on one shoulder, head
turned to the side. His neck was starting to cramp and so were his arms, but he
couldn’t move. Caleb had it marginally better. At least, despite the fact that
his hands were also bound, they were tied to the headboard, so he had something
to lean on. That was as far as better went though.
Tyler could feel how tense he was, could hear him hiss between his teeth every
time Chase thrust into him. Of course, each of his thrusts made Caleb thrust
harder into Tyler. Caleb might not have wanted this, but he was a victim of
physical stimulation just like Tyler had been at first. Chase had him so worked
up that even though Caleb was protesting, he couldn’t stop his body’s reactions
to things. One of those reactions was fucking into Tyler.
The youngest warlock, at least, had stopped fighting this a long time ago. It
was better to go along with things, better to just close his eyes and try not
to wallow in the guilt and shame. Guilt that this was happening to Caleb-and it
was all Tyler’s fault-shame that he hadn’t been able to do a thing to stop
this. If he was stronger, smarter maybe, he might have found a way to prevent
this from happening. He had tried to do something to protect Caleb, had thought
that by not lingering the morning after, he could keep Chase from finding out.
It had been a useless attempt.
“Chase-” Caleb was trying to sound strong, composed. He failed miserably. “-
Stop this. Whatever you want, you-”
Chase cut him off there, fisting a hand in his hair and pulling his head back
hard enough that Tyler actually heard Caleb groan.
“You don’t get it, do you, Caleb?” Chase’s voice was a low growl in his ear.
“This is what I want-him, you. All of you. What are you going to do? Protect
him? Take his place? It doesn’t matter; I’ll do whatever I want because you
can’t stop me. You’re too weak to.” He bit down on Caleb’s ear, hard enough
that there was going to be a bruise there later, and Caleb grunted.
“Chase,” Tyler said, the one word soft and almost pleading. Maybe he was trying
to take some of the attention away from Caleb, or maybe he was trying to ask
that Chase didn’t hurt him. Chase had all of the power right now, after all; he
could do whatever he wanted.
Either way, he let go of Caleb’s hair, not answering Tyler verbally, but
instead brushing his fingers over the pentagram on his hip, just enough to send
Power ebbing over his skin. If Tyler hadn’t known better, he would have almost
taken that as a reassurance. But Chase wasn’t that kind. If he was, they
wouldn’t even be in this situation in the first place.
“Even Tyler knows you can’t do anything.” Chase’s hands were tight on Caleb’s
hips. “Why do you think he came with me that night? I could have killed you and
Pogue so easily. Everything Tyler’s gone through, it’s been for you.”
Tyler could feel the Power when Chase Used on Caleb, and when he heard Caleb
groan, he winced. So much for getting Chase to not hurt Caleb. Pain or not
though, it didn’t seem to affect how hard Caleb was or the force of his
thrusts. Tyler didn’t want to think about what that meant. He didn’t really
have very much time to focus on that anyway, because the next time Chase Used,
it was on him. The Power was focused on his brand and it was so much more
intense than a physical touch. It was overwhelming. Within moment, he came,
moaning and clenching his hands into fists, nails digging into his palms.
After that, he wasn’t sure who came next, Caleb or Chase, he could only focus
on the combination of their thrusts, the sounds that they made. It was better
when Chase wasn’t talking and when Caleb wasn’t protesting. From the sounds of
things though, Tyler didn’t really think that Caleb seemed very opposed to what
was going on right now, at least on some level.
~
He couldn’t linger long; Chase was waiting for him. Tyler couldn’t just leave
Caleb like this either, even if he was unconscious. So he took the time to
untie Caleb’s hands, careful of the bruises that had been left around his
wrists, and laid him down on the bed. Tyler was sore and dealing with aching
muscles himself and he was sure that Caleb would be too.
This was all his fault. If he’d never gone to see Caleb, then none of this
would have happened. To say that Tyler felt guilty was an understatement. He
felt so awful about this, but there wasn’t even anything he could do to help-
not really.
Taking a deep breath to try and calm down, he leaned down to kiss Caleb on the
forehead. His hands were still shaking when he opened the bedroom door and
stepped out into the hallway where Chase was waiting for him. Tyler immediately
worked on pulling himself together; he didn’t want Chase to see him weak and
shaking. It would just be something else that he would exploit, like everything
else that he used against Tyler. Like what he’d done to Reid.
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