Elijah found himself crouched behind a fallen rotting tree, his hands over his mouth to muffle the sounds of his panting as he tried to keep himself hidden, his eyes shutting tight as he tried to ignore the stinging pain in his side. He felt the warmth of blood slowly trickle down his body, soaking into his jeans. Cracking his eyes open to check where he should run to next, every thought about his pain and escape were whisked away as he heard footsteps slowly approach, the sound of leaves crunching getting louder with each passing moment. Holding his breath, Elijah shut his eyes, praying he wouldn’t be spotted, doing everything in his power to stay still enough that he wouldn’t be seen in the dark.
After what felt like an eternity, the steps began to change direction, fading away into the distance. Collapsing onto the ground below, his legs felt weak as he began to catch his breath, gripping onto the bark of the tree to get leverage to push himself back up, to keep running. Scratching pain ached in his fingertips, ignoring how sore his body was slowly getting. Just a bit longer, if he could hold out for just a bit longer.
Hobbling onwards, he choked back his pain, his body slowly getting up to speed. Just a bit longer. It seemed as if he knew the man hunting him was bound to get tired soon as well, though, that hope was crushed as he felt his body topple over, his foot caught on a tree root. Despite his attempts to stay silent up until that point, all the same he yelled out as his body hit the ground. Eyes round with panic, barely thinking as he tugged his foot away from the offending root, curses escaping him as he tried to get up before he was found.
All of this was for nothing, of course, as he felt a hand grip onto the base of his ponytail, yelping as his head was yanked back, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes as he bit his lip, his eyes meeting with those of his captor. There was a harsh, cold look in his eyes, calculating and fierce, a stare that made Elijah squirm in his grasp.
“Where do you think you’re going, pretty boy?” The words were growled out, going straight to Elijah’s loins as he whimpered. “You got caught, you lost. You know what you owe now.”
“You said you’d go easier on me this time,” Elijah pouted before his hair was tugged once more, a clawed finger carefully digging into the injury on his side, eliciting a gasp from the man before his breath began to waver.
“I did go easy on you… You aren’t as sneaky as you think hiding behind a tree.” The finger was removed, Elijah hearing the other lick away blood from his digit.
“C-C’mon… I was doing my best, Cyril.” The whining seemed to amuse the man as he gently let go of his hair, thinking he’d get away with his shoddy attempts to escape his partner before suddenly the pain of his clawed hands digging into his hips jutted its way to his brain, the tears caught in his eyes finally spilling over. They were warm against his face that had been cooled by the night air. Trying fruitlessly to crawl away, he moaned as it drove Cyril’s claws deeper into his skin, blood pooling around the puncture wounds.
“You look so good like this,” Cyril noted playfully, leaning down and biting the nape of Elijah’s neck, listening to the sweet sound of him cry out, feeling his back arch into him. Effortlessly, he ripped his claws from Elijah’s flesh, listening to him sob out in pain, licking his lips as he leaned down.
His tongue trailed along the bleeding wounds, enjoying each and every gasp from Elijah as the warmth from his saliva coated the man’s cold skin. Between each lick, he began to pull the man’s jeans down, watching his ears turn red as he whimpered at the cold air beginning to nip at his thighs. Despite his tears and attempts to get away, it was clear as day just how turned on he was, his dick twitching in his boxers as Cyril hesitated going any further, just admiring the state he was in.
It was as if Elijah took this as a sign that he could once again try to make an escape, digging his fingers into the ground before trying to get back up, though that was hopeless as Cyril grabbed at his waist once again, sinking his claws into the soft flesh of his belly to his fingertips. Once again Elijah gasped out, mindlessly begging to be released.
“I’ll let you go when I’ve had my fun,” Cyril growled against his lower back before moving his head to sink his teeth into his side, the taste of blood coating the inside of his mouth as a gut wrenching scream rose into the air. A hand clasped over Elijah’s mouth, the claws still lodged in his stomach tearing at the flesh from the inside out, releasing another muffled sob. “Stop being so loud… We don’t want other people hearing us having our fun, do we?”
There was a moment of hesitation before Elijah shook his head, biting his lip and letting a soft sob escape as Cyril moved his hand from his mouth to slowly pull down his boxers. Watching Elijah’s thin body tremble from the cold and pain was almost enough to distract him from his true goal, pulling each claw out slowly, as if savoring the way the man beneath him tried to choke back any noise. He leaned down and left a bite mark on his partner’s ass, not hard enough to break skin this time, but enough to hurt. His blood soaked hand reached around to grip his dick, toying with the piercing at the tip and listening to him moan, rutting into Cyril’s hand.
The attempts to muffle his moans, however, only became more pathetic as he felt Cyril’s tongue lap at his entrance, biting his hand as his body rocked trying to get more from him. As his tongue finally dipped inside of Elijah, the man couldn’t help but gasp, whimpering from the sensations between the piercings that lined his dick being played with and each coy lick at his hole. Slowly, a warmth began to build up in his stomach, though the slow movements were bound to keep him on edge for a good while.
He felt a clawed fingers drag down his dick, not quite nicking his skin but causing his body to react all the same, whining before a finger was finally stuck inside him. At least Cyril had the sense to retract his claws before doing so. Each slow pump seemed to distract him from the pain, the slight curl of Cyril’s fingers adding just enough to the sensation that his brain began to fade out from the pleasure before he felt claws sink into his inner thigh, right where it connected to his hip. Gasping from the pain, he could barely make out what Cyril said.
“Don’t go dumb on me now… We’re nowhere near the end, baby.”
It was almost painful how much Cyril savored teasing the man, stalling his movements before once again slowly pumping his fingers, just barely brushing the perfect spot that would finally tip Elijah over the edge. Having to keep himself propped up on his own or else risking driving Cyril’s claws further into him didn’t help, either, the sensation of blood running down his legs almost leaving him embarrassed, the quiet drip of blood hitting the leaves on the ground matching pace with his breathing and Cyril’s fingers as his abdomen was coated in his own blood.
An eternity seemed to pass before Cyril finally pulled out both his claws and his fingers, laughing as Elijah collapsed on the ground, licking the blood from his fingers.
“You’re already tired?” Cyril mocked, Elijah barely able to nod before he was flipped onto his back, his tear stained face now in full view for his partner, his lips bruised from biting it. He shook as he saw Cyril’s pleased expression, his heart drumming in his chest and whimpering as Cyril licked the tears from his cheeks, hiking up his leg as he kissed down his jaw.
The gentleness of his actions almost distracted Elijah for a moment before he felt an almost slimy tendril slide against his hole, grabbing onto Cyril’s shirt as the tendril slipped inside and Cyril bit down on his neck, blood spurting against his skin and making him begin to sob once again. He could only feel the cold, crustiness of drying blood on his body, barely able to comprehend the tentacle thrusting inside of him as his lover lapped away his blood.
Of course, that was until the tendril finally hit the sweet spot, Elijah letting out a long pent up moan, arching his back until he felt claws dig into his stomach once again, shocking him but getting drowned out as Cyril continued to abuse his insides, his hips moving on their own, his brain ignoring the searing pain as he willingly ripped his own body apart, tears still falling down his face as he mindlessly babbled out curses and moans.
The edges of his vision began to turn black as was struck with the feeling of Cyril’s claws hitting places they were never meant to hit, as if his body were being unzipped. He could almost swear he saw his own organs but the thought was whisked away his he finally came, not recalling blacking out as pleasure washed over him.
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It was warm, that’s all Elijah could think for a moment, his hand gripping onto a soft pillow before opening his eyes, realizing he was laying on the couch of his living room. He slowly sat up, groaning at the aching in his joints as he looked around, spotting Cyril just entering from the kitchen, carrying a bowl.
“I made you soup.”
Elijah hummed a thanks, taking the bowl and blowing on a spoonful before sipping it, watching Cyril sit next to him.
“How long was I out?”
“Basically all day. Was worried you wouldn’t be up in time for dinner.”
That got a laugh out of him before Cyril slowly pulled up his shirt. No scars from their little game.
“Anything hurt?” Cyril asked, a look of concern in his eyes that made Elijah blush.
“Nothing that doesn’t usually hurt.”
“Good… Want me to put on a movie?”
“Do I get to pick?”
Cyril's response of a soft laugh made Elijah smile.
“Of course you get to pick.”
“Can we watch Halloween?”
The silence of Cyril regretting his words made Elijah giggle, eating another spoonful of soup as Cyril caved, watching the man get up and put the movie on before leaving the room. Elijah almost began to worry before he came back with a blanket, sitting back down next to him and covering them both up. Slowly, Elijah’s eyes began to close, humming happily.
“So… When can we do that again?”
He cracked an eye as Cyril clicked his tongue, feigning disinterest before finally answering.
“I guess I can swing it next week if you want.”
“I’d love that.”