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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fright_Night_(1985)
  Relationship:
      Charley_Brewster/Jerry_Dandrige
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Non-Consensual, Mind_Control, Altered_Mental_States, Mind
      Manipulation, Non-Consensual_Oral_Sex, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Injury,
      Broken_Bones, Psychological_Torture, Vampires, Punishment, First_Time,
      Loss_of_Virginity, Implied/Referenced_Torture, Anal_Sex
  Series:
      Part 4 of Dominion, Part 12 of Underappreciated_fandoms
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-16 Words: 1324
****** Selfdom ******
by Leafling
Summary
     The loss of control over his body, the total invasion of his mind.
     This is only the beginning.
Notes
                             Definition of Selfdom
              the essence of one's self: individuality; selfhood.
                                   self•dom
See the end of the work for more notes
Like all newborn vampires, Charlie’s naïve.
He thinks vampires are indestructible. Thinks there’s nothing Jerry can do to
hurt him anymore.
When Jerry advances on him, it’s slow and predatory. Charlie feels skittish and
aggressive, rowdy like a boxer. His mind can process hundreds of thoughts at
once now. The master vampire’s belt clatters loudly on impact with the floor.
His eyes follow the sound, and just as quickly they commit to memory
how Jerry’s tailored trousers hang from his narrow hips.  Charlie’s tries not
to become transfixed on the way Jerry undoes his zipper.
Their eyes meet, the heat of the master vampire’s gaze reminding Charlie of
just how naked he is right then.
Jerry smirks, it’s all teeth and sadistic intentions. Charlie feels arousal and
anger boil in his chest as a result. It builds and builds, until the teen is so
filled with aggression and energy that he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
Jerry’s fast, but no longer too fast. When he reaches out for Charlie, the teen
jerks away, evades the master vampire with a sense of fluidity that shouldn’t
have been capable for someone as clumsy as him.
Again, Charlie doesn’t get far; Jerry catches him right before the teen can
duck under his outstretched arm as planned.
Charlie snarls. There’s this distinctive urge to bear his teeth whenever he
feels threatened.
Charlie lashes out at him, all fangs and belligerence.
Jerry doesn’t even flinch.
Charlie may be a vampire now, but it barely occurs to him that he’s the
immortal equivalent of a newborn baby. For all his newfound strength, he’s
weak, slow, and temperamental. For all his hatred and vitriol, for as much as
he thinks he wants to kill Jerry, it’s not enough.
Jerry still has more strength in one finger than Charlie has in his whole body.
And the master vampire isn’t afraid of reminding the teen of this fact.
Jerry has no conscience to agonize over every decision he makes. There is no
inexplicable feeling of adoration; the bond between a maker and their charge is
one-sided.
Jerry’s had countless charges; turned more than his fair share of naïve mortals
into vampires. Truly, the greatest benefit of being the master is that he
doesn’t care how his fledglings feel, just that they obey.
Charlie’s nerve is admirable, but his defiance is little more than a nuisance.
Jerry has plans for him. They don’t include having to discipline the kidall the
damned time.
There’s a loud crack and Charlie feels himself fall to his knees. The sheer
agony that rockets up his left leg is like a bolt of lightning. So abrupt and
so much that it takes a beat for Charlie to process what happened. The shock of
it makes his head spin. Mouth gaping open, Charlie tries to look down to where
Jerry has shattered his femur, but suddenly his face is being yanked up and
Jerry’s reaching into his mind with demonic red eyes boring holes into the
teen’s eyes.
Charlie doesn’t think to look away until it’s too late.
The glamour is somehow more intense this time—the loss of control over his
body, the total invasion of his mind. Unlike before, he can really feel Jerry’s
presence inside of him.
Charlie’s head throbs. It feels like Jerry is physically taking up space in his
skull, compressing his brain. As the pressure grows, it gets harder to think
for himself, harder to do anything but go catatonic. Vivid as a movie playing
behind his eyes, he sees what more will become of him if he doesn’t behave
himself.
It turns out that death isn’t the worst thing Jerry is capable of inflicting
upon him, his femur is only the beginning.
The part of him that’s still Charlie screams in horror at what he’s shown, at
what has just happened to his leg; the other yowls in apology, bowing to its
master’s will.
Charlie finally stops struggling—for now?A voice deep inside of him pleads,
hoping that he can find it in himself to keep resisting.
Forever,Jerry growls into Charlie’s mind and ithurts. More than his leg. More
than being turned. More than anything. You aremine, Charlie. Mine forever, Say
it.
The teen chokes on a pained sound, slumping against his master and whining,
“I’m yours’… forever.”
Jerry pulls away and Charlie can’t read his expression, can’t even begin to
peer into the vampire’s mind as he does to the teen. He falls forward onto his
hands, wheezing. Jerry gone from his mind, leaving behind the fear of further
torture and pain. Pain, both in his leg and the throb between his ears. Charlie
feels himself shaking, but can’t stop it. It hurts. Make it stop. Closing his
eyes only fills his head with more gruesome thoughts, amplifies the burn and
the break and everything. He shakes even harder.
Looking up at his master, the teen hiccups, “I’m yours’. I’m yours’… I’m
yours’…”
Jerry looks unimpressed, like he's waiting for something. For more.
It hurts.“I’m yours’,” make it stop.“I’m yours’…” please, make it stop.
Tanned hands reach to divest Jerry of his trousers and Charlie feels compelled
to close the gap between them, to do it himself. “I’m yours’, I’m yours’,” he
chants, crawling the rest of the way on his broken leg. The pain making him all
the more determined. The rustle of fabric makes the hairs the back of his neck
stand up, the waning warmth in his master's skin against his fingers makes
Charlie shudder for a whole other reason. “I’m y…” he interrupts himself as he
takes Jerry into his mouth.
“Oh, Charlie, I knew you’d come around,” his master groans then, guttural and
otherworldly.
Distantly, in that defiant part of Charlie that hasn't yet been stamped out, he
wishes that he was still human for this. At least he would’ve lost
consciousness from the way Jerry started to brutally fuck his throat, claws
digging almost through the skin of his scalp as Jerry gripped his hair hard. A
human would’ve had their jaw broken by Jerry’s vicious thrusts, his hips like a
steel bar. A human would’ve had their throat torn open by Jerry’s rigid,
unrelenting cock.
Instead, Charlie takes it with wide eyes glued to his master, hands scrapping
uselessly on the floor beside him. His leg throbs. Everything begins to throb.
“I know it’s your first time, but this is your fault for being such a tease,”
Jerry teases cruelly, “if you’d behaved earlier, Kid, I would’ve been gentle.”
There’s no snarky retort, no baring of teeth. Charlie obediently lets Jerry rut
down his throat until his master snarls his release. “Good boy,” Jerry
breathes, slipping his very much erect cock from Charlie’s mouth.
The teen’s eyes feel glazed over, like he’s been staring at the TV for hours.
His mouth slick and glossy, lips parted.
“But, if you think that’s gonna be enough to make me forgive you…” Jerry
doesn’t have to finish, Charlie already knows what his master intends to do
next.  
The hand in his hair pulls him to his feet and Charlie jolts at the burn in his
thigh. Nononono, he hears himself think, but he doesn’t fight. He tells that
panicking voice that if he lets Jerry do this, everything will be okay. What is
wrong with you? Stop this. DO SOMETHING!
Charlie does.
Wrapping his arms around his master, the teen kisses him. Soft and sweet, like
he used to with ... he doesn't finish that thought. His master's hands are on
him, rough and punishing, even as their mouths gently brush. Pushed against one
of the walls they hadn’t destroyed, Charlie feels himself be hoisted up. Don’t,
please, don’t— “do it, please! I’m yours’,” he hiccups to Jerry and that’s all
it takes, the master vampire thrusts hard into him and Charlie’s vision goes
white.
This is only the beginning.
End Notes
     "Selfdom" is kinda a stretch, but it's been four years since I last
     touched this...
     And speaking of which, thank you to everyone who's read this series.
     I honestly don't know where the time has gone and I apologize for not
     being better about... everything, really. (/´ω`)/ I will do my best
     to finally finish it!
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