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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Additional Tags:
      Prostitution, Rough_Sex, Oral_Sex, Dirty_Talk, Succubi_&_Incubi,
      Barebacking
  Series:
      Part 8 of Wizardverse
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-06 Words: 2561
****** Rough Treatment ******
by Mix_Stitch_(Synph)
Summary
     Aizen has what Zeke wants.
Notes
     Contains: underage character having sex, graphic depictions of sex
     with a character underneath the age of majority (at 17), barebacking,
     deepthroating, mentions of: fisting, knifeplay, erotic asphyxiation,
     underage character as a prostitute
It’s been well over a week and Zeke can’t take it anymore —the pitying looks,
the shift in his schedule so he doesn’t have to take too many clients,
the niceness. Of course he’s hurting from what King did to him, but he isn’t a
baby (no matter how great the age distance is between him and Sasha is). He
doesn’t need to be coddled and petted and treated as though he’ll break into
sobs at any minute because a client didn’t want to keep him. That sort of thing
happens the time.
What Zeke needs —that no one in their brothel is willing to give him— is a
good, hard fucking that leaves him sore and aching from being used. And since
he can’t get what he needs at home, he has to seek outside aid.
And he knows just where to get it.
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One big hand fists in the hair that hangs down past the nape of Zeke’s neck
hard enough to hurt and then the head of a nice, fat dick is nudging against
his lips and getting them slick with precome. His partner for the night doesn’t
shove right in like Zeke is expecting. He doesn’t open Zeke up and make him gag
for it.
Instead, the dark haired human teases the incubus with the promise of getting
fucked; taking his time with tracing the little demon’s swollen lips with the
head of his shaft until it looks as though Zeke is wearing an obscene type of
lip gloss.
“Tell me what you want,” the man rumbles, thumb sweeping over the side of one
of Zeke’s horns in a quick caress that has Zeke panting, open-mouthed, and
looking as though he’s moments away from coming all over himself. “Tell me what
you want me to give you.”
Zeke shakes his head, pants some more, and then reaches for his temporary
lover’s erect penis with shaking fingers.
Moving without permission gets his hair yanked and Zeke moans for the pain in
his scalp and settles on his knees with his bottom lip caught between his
teeth. He’s torn, torn between asking to be hurt and waiting to see if the
other man will pick up on what he’s broadcasting as he glances up at him from
underneath his eyelashes.
The hand in his hair tightens again.
“Speak or I’ll leave you here,” the man growls with his teeth bared.
Frustration looks good on his handsome face and Zeke has a feeling that anger
would look even better. “I’m sure the next person to come by won’t be as nice
to you as I am.” He makes a disgusted when Zeke takes too long to answer him
and makes to let go. “If that’s how you want to play—”
“Please don’t go,” Zeke breathes, some instinctive rush of panic snapping him
out of his lustful fugue. He reaches up and flattens his palms on either side
of the older man’s pelvis, fingers framing the base of his shaft.  “I just— I
don’t know what I want,” he confesses as he stares at the way that precome
looks collecting on the head of that almost perfect penis, “I-I can’t think—”
Zeke cuts himself off and tries to ignore the heat burning in his cheeks.
The man smiles and while it isn’t a very nice smile, it looks good on his sharp
face and bodes well for Zeke being used properly. “So you want me to do your
thinking for you,” he muses in a low voice that seems to go straight to the
parts of Zeke’s brain that are responsible for desire. “You’re rather trusting.
I could be a police officer or a murderer. I could want to hurt you badly.”
Zeke shakes his head quickly, biting at his lips until he’s certain that he’ll
be able to talk without whining and whimpering. “I don’t care,” he insists,
scratching his nails over the light brown skin of the other man’s lean hips. “I
want you. I don’t care what you want to do to me.” If Zeke concentrates, his
common sense —a voice that sounds surprisingly similar to Sasha’s when she’s
angry at him— is all but screaming at him to shut up, to go back home and wait
for his makeshift family to wise up to his needs.
He ignores the voice and looks up at the man smiling down at him and acting as
though their back alley rendezvous with an underage incubus is nothing out of
the ordinary. “I’m up for anything.”
The man’s smile only seems to deepen and he starts stroking his fingers through
Zeke’s inky black hair. “You don’t even know my name, but you’d let me hurt
you.”
Zeke shrugs carelessly, more focused on the need and fresh sweat that he can
smell on the older man’s skin. “So?” He asks, “It’s not like you know mine
either. We don’t have to be on a first name basis for you to give me what I
want.”
“And you’d let me do anything to you that I wanted?” The man raises one eyebrow
at Zeke in question, but doesn’t look averse to the idea. “What if I wanted to
cut you up? Slap you around? Fist you?”
The shudder that stiffens up Zeke’s shoulders is an obvious one and his top lip
curls with distaste. “No fisting on the first date,” Zeke says in a tone that
seems deliberately jovial even to his own ears. “And I’d appreciate it if you
didn’t strangle me to death and leave me in this alley.” He licks his lips
again when the man’s dick jerks and a heavy drop of precome forms at the tip
and his fingers curl as he fights the urge to touch without permission.
The dark-haired man licks his lips. “I wasn’t thinking about it before,” he
admits in a rough tone, “But now I want to see how you’d react to me choking
you.” He closes one big hand around his dick and starts to pull himself off
with slow strokes. “But I can wait until we’re somewhere… cleaner for that.
Besides, I know what I want from you for now.”
Zeke moans helplessly, hips thrusting up as he tries to keep himself from
spilling all over the inside of his loose trousers. “Wh-what do you want to
do?”
“You’re going to get my cock nice and wet,” the man says, voice dropping down
into a timbre that sounds as though it was made for sex. He presses his dick
against Zeke’s mouth and smiles as the demon sucks him in with a soft slurping
noise and a needy whimper that gets cut off by a hard thrust of his hips. “And
then I’m going to bend you over something and fuck you until you cry.”
The sounds that Zeke makes around his lover echo obscenely through the night.
He slurps up a storm as he works himself on that penis, as he drools for the
feeling of belonging that he gets from being able to relax his throat and have
his moans cut off into choppy nonexistence.
Zeke’s mind starts to go hazy. He doesn’t have any control over the blowjob
he’s giving. That shouldn’t be as attractive to him as it is, but the hands in
his hair hurt in all the right ways and Zeke fast finds himself slipping into a
floaty sort of mental space that was previously reserved for King and Sir.
Thinking of the two older incubi causes a sound like a sob to slip out of
Zeke’s throat that isn’t from pleasure and the lover fucking his throat open
doesn’t seem to miss it.
“I don’t think that noise was for me,” the human murmurs with a wry smile
shaping up his thin lips, voice coming out steadily even as he works to fuck
Zeke’s throat raw with every thrust of his hips. “If you start to sob, I want
to be the cause.” He tightens his fist in Zeke’s hair and then pulls the
incubus off of his dick with little gentleness. He forces Zeke to his feet and
then glances around the dank alley until he spies a relatively clean and flat
surface in the form of a discarded desk a few feet away from them.
Zeke goes with little or no effort, more focused on the way that his jaw and
throat feel nice and sore than on the way that the other man’s grip is sure to
leave bruises. He doesn’t even protest when the human forces him down on his
belly and yanks his pants down in the next moment. He’s just too far gone.
The big, forceful human bites at the nape of Zeke’s neck as he slides his
fingers between the boy’s spread legs and utters a pleased sound when he finds
that hole to already be slick and loose. “You’re a little whore aren’t you,” he
murmurs as Zeke shudders and his spade-tipped tail lashes wildly, “If I had
known that you’d be this wet for me, I wouldn’t have wasted my time fucking
your throat.” He kisses the back of Zeke’s neck to soothe the hurt from the
stinging bite and then shoves in with two fingers just to feel the young demon
clamp down around him as he cries out. “I want to fuck you right here.”
Zeke’s breath wavers. “P-please,” he croons, meeting the thrust of the human’s
big hand. “I need it— oh fuck!” His eyes threaten to roll back into his head as
his prostate is expertly played with and his own dick gets his stomach nice and
wet.
“Are you clean?”
Zeke nods his head. “Y-yes.”
“Good,” the human says in a voice that’s filled with smug satisfaction, “I
wanted to take you bare.” At the whimper that filters free from Zeke’s mouth,
the human chuckles and then reaches down with one hand so that he can grasp his
shaft in one hand and guide himself into that pliant body.
Zeke sinks down on the top of the desk, arching his back and wiggling so that
his lover’s cock can sink in deeply to the hilt. He moans without care for
anyone that might be able to hear him and then rocks back as his lover thrusts
hard enough to send him sprawling over the desk. It feels good to be fucked
like this, to be used hard enough that he’ll feel sore before he even makes it
out of the alley. The slick sounds of his lover’s thrusts cause Zeke’s penis to
jerk and spill precome all over the top of the desk and he feels himself coming
close to the edge.
It’s been a while since the last time Zeke was penetrated during sex and
there’s something breathtaking and painful about being taken like this. He
doesn’t think that he’ll cry like the human wants, but the fit of their bodies
and the ache in his throat makes it a near thing.
“Fuck me harder,” Zeke demands with a toss of his head that serves to mask the
way his cheeks must be red and hot. “I thought you wanted to make me cry?”
His human lover mutters something underneath his breath and then pulls out of
Zeke abruptly, leaving him bereft for a few moments as he is manhandled until
he’s lying flat in his back on the desk next to the wet spot from his dick.
This time when he slams home, they’re face to face and there’s more room to get
deeper, to go harder until Zeke’s toes are curling and he’s coming all over his
chest while the human is stillpounding away at his ass.
When the older man comes a few minutes later, Zeke makes a noise for the way it
feels. Going bare is something that he hadn’t done with King and Sir and the
demon relishes the way that he can feed a little bit from that orgasm. He goes
boneless on the top of the desk as the human crushes him against the cold desk
and works on getting his breath back.
After a minute or two, Zeke speaks into the silence. “That was good,” he says,
smiling as his trapped tail wiggles underneath his body. “But you didn’t get
the reaction that you wanted.” He licks his lips and then gasps as his lover’s
flaccid penis slides out of his body. “There’s always later tonight.”
The human laughs and the sound feels good to Zeke’s ears as it vibrates against
his chest. “You really want to do this again?”
Zeke wriggles against the desk, feeling his dick twitch with interest at the
thought of being hurt a little bit more. “Of course,” he says in a breathless
whisper, “You still want to make me cry, don’t you?” Zeke bites at his bottom
lip and lifts one hand up to toy with his horns on instinct. “I think, that now
would be a good time to exchange names. Especially if we plan on going
somewhere else.”
The human leans in until their mouths are almost touching, “My name is Aizen,”
he says and it feels like a kiss against Zeke’s parted lips. “And you?”
“I’m Z-zeke,” he stammers, leaning forward a little so that the almost kiss
becomes something more. He loops his arms around Aizen’s neck and tilts his
head so that the kiss deepens. Aside from a few times of weakness, kissing
is not something that Zeke does very often with the people that take him to
bed. But Aizen’s mouth feels so good against his that Zeke doesn’t feel too bad
about making a stranger the exception to his rule. He pulls away, mouth feeling
hot and wet, and watches as Aizen’s eyes darken with lust. “And I really want
to go somewhere private with you.”
Aizen’s sharp smile returns and he brushes the backs of his knuckles over
Zeke’s soft cheek. “You’re going to be a mess when I’m finished with you,” he
says in a tone that’s almost fond. “Are you sure that you want to go off
somewhere with me? We can go to your place if you want to do this on your
terms.”
Zeke shakes his head. “I don’t care if you mess me up,” he insists bravely,
feeling a thrill start up in his spine. “And my rooms have monitors on them.
They’ll go off before we can really play.” He pushes his bottom lip out in a
pout and then gasps when Aizen leans in and nips sharply at the bit of flesh.
The little incubus is hard again by the time his lover pulls away and his dick
is twitching. “On second thought, I think we’re going to have to go
somewhere soon.”
Aizen licks his lips and then moves off of Zeke so that he can find and fix his
own clothes. “I know where we can go,” he says once he’s decent and Zeke is
still sitting there mostly naked on the desk. “There’s a club nearby and they
won’t ask any questions if we use a private room and leave it bloody
afterwards.” He holds out one hand for Zeke to take. “It’s only a short walk
away.”
Zeke’s tail twitches. “And you won’t do anything that'll hurt me too much?”
“Not even if you beg.”
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