The premise:
Brian worried about it not being good for alec (2 reasons. 1. Alec has experience and will know if Brian’s technique is lacking 2. Alec has had bad sex before, as he calls it, and Brian doesn’t want to make it bad for him.) (Only Alec doesn’t mean ‘sex with other teens who didn’t know what they were doing’, he means grown ass fucking men held him down and violated him while he had to pretend like he enjoyed it) (this makes Brian homicidal to consider)
Alec was fourteen when they met, thirteen when he left Canada. It genuinely made Brian so angry to think about that he almost backs out every time he does that particular math.
(AISHA is 13)
Alec finds Brian’s inexperience charming at worst and hot at best. He really likes being Brian’s first time for things, gets off on it. Like actually thinks it’s sexy somehow that Brian’s never done any of this before, never even wanted to but Alec is so so fucking special and different and, okay, Brian can see the appeal.
But he’s determined to make this so fucking good for alec so! He practices
Brian practices anal with the girls so that he doesn’t hurt Alec and that’s so fucking sweet to me.
Alec: but I’ve actually done anal before and I like it, and I have a prostate, so why go to the girls
Brian: okay sound off, who here has been raped before? No, just Alec? Okay. Obviously I’m gonna make it as good as possible for you, fuck.
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Alec walks into the loft and his power tells him Lisa’s ass is sore. Like, a familiar sore.
He stops walking. Brings a hand up to chest. What the fuck?
The emotion hormones are kicking and tugging at his chest, too tangled to figure out what the feeling is. Bad mostly. He gets hot and he’s not turned on, so some type of anger? Fuck, he doesn’t have the little wheel chart memorized.
Alec decides to head to Lisa’s room. He leans back on the door frame and just watches her, frowning.
“What?” She looks up from her notebook in front of her computer all cute, pen touching her mouth.
Alec notices his hand shaking.
Questions curl on his tongue, just shy of demanding, and he frowns harder. Runs a hand through his hair.
“Fun night?” He asks, throat tight, and her eyes widen a little bit. The smile fades.
“Oh, fuck.” Lisa drops her pen.
Alec belatedly identifies the things shredding his ribs. Fear, concern and carefully-throttled rage.
“First of all, chillax, nothing bad happened.” Lisa makes a time-out gesture with her hands and drops her pen on the notebook, sitting more upright.
Alec relaxes by degrees but his jaw is still tense.
“You don’t have to tell me.” He fidgets a little, exhales. “I’m not trying to be… nosy”
“Aww, you’re worried about me?” She smiled a little.
What the fuck, of course he is.
Alec thinks of about twenty different ways to either ask or flat out demand what he needs to know, and each one seems worse than the last.
Finally, he just scowls and bites out “Consensual?”
It’s not a demand and it’s not a prying question but it cuts to the heart of stuff and determines whether or not he’s committing murder today.
Lisa in her cute pajamas smiling and playing with stocks isn’t *indicative* that something fucked up happened, but Alec has about ten years of ‘”normal mornings” after some of the most fucked up shit imaginable’ to fall back on. Literally. One of the sickest parts of living in the Bay had been learning the world could *guess* what he’d grown up with, and ranked it– on a list– as right up there with the 9. Fairly accurately, too. His childhood quite literally made the top five horrific cape situations list on PHO.
And he’d had “perfectly normal” breakfasts in the mornings after, eating cereal and watching Sunday morning cartoons, amused and unbothered, so Lisa kicking her feet and chilling wasn’t the reassurance it could have been.
“Oh my god.” She covered her face. “Yes, it was.”
The last five minutes have been a roller coaster of emotion, a solid 6.5 on a scale that usually barely topped three, so Alec struggled to reign it in.
He let the slouch against the door jamb become something sultry and boneless.
“So…?” He leered and immediately frowned. No, that felt *gross*. He dropped it hard, momentarily bewildered. It didn’t occur to him that letting Lisa see this byplay was in itself… really open of him.
He struggled on what face to put on, flirty or casual or unaffected? Things still swirled behind his sternum, confusing and stronger than normal.
Lisa lifted up her soft blanket in invitation and Alec didn’t even think about it, climbing in gratefully.
Wrapping around her and feeling her safe, happy– and worried about him, but mostly content– somehow soothed most of the roiling sea of emotion.
It gave him something physical to ground on and calm his racing pulse.
Alec buried his face in her chest, effectively smothering any expression. Lisa laughed at him. The sound untensed clenched muscles all along his body.
“*Did* you enjoy yourself?” He checked, because rape was one thing but inflicting unenenjoyable anal on his girlfirend still deserved *some* creative vengeance.
Lisa huffed at him.
“*Yes*, as it happens.” The bridge across her nose and cheeks was pink.
“Fair enough” Alec hooked his ankles behind hers and got comfy.
–
When Taylor came in, pussy sore, ass sore, and thighs quivering, Alec almost dropped his bowl of fruit loops.
“Okay what the fuck”
Pain was always obvious to his powers, nerves bright with it, hard to ignore. Soreness factored in there somewhere between pain and pleasure and lit up on his nervesight.
Taylor blushed harder and walked past him, face doing the blank Brocktonite thing except for her flush.
“Is there a *convention* or something I don’t know about?” He continued his journey to the couch and sat, brunch in hand. Eh, afternoon snack?
“I’m not telling you,” Taylor said, which threw him. Oh, that one kinda hurt.
“Okayyy” Alec drawled. “Did you and Lisa at least have a similar alibi?”
Focusing on her let him feel when she blushed harder, feeling turned on and embarassed and a little excited/eager.
“We had the same experience.” She says cryptically and despite the curiosity burning a little in his gut he lets it go.
–
When it happens with Rachel, he’s not even surprised anymore. Just concerned and maybe a little amused.
It does kind of clue him in to what’s going on though, so he grabs his wallet and heads to Brian’s place.
–
“Hey quick question what the *fuck* is going on that you felt the need to fuck all our girlfriends in the ass this week?”
“Hello to you too, Alec, why don’t you come in.” Brian said blandly to the hallway. And the scandalized old lady neighbor who was staring at them.
“If it wasn’t you, full disclosure, I’m going to kill some people. It could have been Rachel with a strap but then she turned up buggered too.”
“They could be taking turns with the strap” Brian observed with dry amusement, shutting the door behind him.
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