Title: hijack heaven with another memory
Author: sprx77/Tim Wren
Fandom: Worm (Parahumans Series by Wildbow)
Relationship: Brian Laborn/Alec
Warnings: Non-consensual Somnophilia, Under-negotiated Kink, Nikos Vasil’s A+ Parenting (references to noncon in Heartbreaker’s house), Past rape/noncon (Again, Alec’s past); Consensual Non-Consent, a bit of Rape Fantasy and titillating language about sexual assault used for dirty talk.
Word Count: 3,036
Summary: Brian decides to fuck Alec in his sleep. Alec is surprisingly okay with this.
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Alec wakes up slowly.
The first indication of something strange is that he’s hard, blood rushing in his body and heart rate kicked up, nipples stiff and balls drawn tight like he’s been edging himself for a good, long while.
At first, he’s not even sure what’s going on, because there’s the tug and fuck of something in his ass but none of the burn and that’s… he didn’t even know that was possible.
He’s been woken up mid-fuck before, but never quite like this.
“I’m pretty sure you’re Brian, unless one of the girls has something to tell us.” Alec groaned, clutching fists full of the sheets, mouth dropping open. “But if I’m wrong, don’t tell me.”
Dark laughter, the long, slow slide of a cock in him.
Also Brian’s nervous system is a dead giveaway, but the incongruity– ha, incon-Grue-ity– of his teammate fucking him is such that it took several seconds to accept what his power was telling him.
“Ung.” Alec tugged his pillow closer, tucked his face into it. “Y’know, usually when I woke up like this it was a bad thing. Could have a flashback.”
“Are you?” Brian leaned down to kiss the back of his neck and Alec shuddered.
He was still kind of lost on the part where it didn’t hurt? Like, at all?
“No.” Alec admitted, biting his lip.
“You need me to stop?” Hot, big hands on his hips and the catch and drag of Alec’s half-hard cock on the sheets. He moaned.
Need, not want. As if what Alec wanted… really wasn’t a factor.
Nothing new, but also strangely hot in this context, though that might be the flushed state of his body.
Offering to stop if Alec needed him to was new, actually.
Belatedly, he shook his head.
“Cute, but give me your words.” Brian said, hands clenching in a bit of a threat as he rode Alec’s ass like he had no other concerns in the world.
Just. Perfectly casual.
“Fuck you, making demands.” Alec laughed, breathy into the pillow. “If you’ve got complaints, find somewhere else to put your cock.”
“Mm, but I like it here.” Brian punctuates the words with a powerful thrust, rocking Alec’s body up higher on the bed and making him gasp. “Such a hot little hole for me.”
“Dude.” Alec snorts at him and receives a harsh slap on the meat of his ass for his trouble. He moans, caught off guard.
“Again?” Brian asks and doesn’t wait for an answer before hitting him again, the sharp ring of it echoing.
“Fuck!” Alec laughed as he jerked in the bed, as his toes curled. “I would not have guessed you’d be like this.”
His words were panting, gratifyingly close already. He wondered how long Brian had been fucking him before he woke up.
The thought was unexpectedly hot and the dark-haired boy made a noise, surprising himself.
Normally, when he found himself in this situation he checked out emotionally, staring at the headboard or thinking rude things as he waited for them to just get it over with but this was… different.
“Why doesn’t it hurt?” He asked, unable to get over it. There was a faint sweat on his body, the decadent softness of his egyptian sheets felt like sin on his erection, and the hands holding him weren’t even gripping hard enough to bruise.
“What?” Brian sounded amused. “Do you want it to hurt?”
“No, smartass.” Alec caught himself fucking back against the other boy and flushed. The motion pushed his wet cockhead against the silk and as he pushed back, pressed Brian in deeper.
It still didn’t hurt. At all.
“Do you want me to tell you about it?” Brian leaned forward and breathed hot on his ear. Alec usually couldn’t stand someone’s stupid voice and gross moist breath on him but found it strangely tolerable and even exciting when it was Brian.
What the hell.
“You’re so reactive in your sleep.” Brian continues. “Relaxed and open for me. It wasn’t hard to slip in one finger and then another, keeping it slow and easy enough you didn’t wake up. Lots of lube, warm before I let it touch you. I must have massaged around your hole for ten minutes before I ever started to finger you properly.”
“Jesus.” Alec clutched the pillow tighter, burying his forehead in it for a second, unable to quite stop the little twitches and humps of his hips.
“I know it feels good, baby. I made sure. You can fuck yourself on my cock if you want.”
Blearily Alec stared back, wondering if this wasn’t a Master/Stranger situation, heavy on the Stranger. Maybe someone who just looked like his team leader?
“I’m not an imposter, sweetheart.” Brian laughed. “I’m just inspired.” A hand slipping down to grab the meat of his ass left no doubt as to what had driven him to such heights of passion.
“Mm, likely– ah, story.” Alec tried and failed to keep his voice level, still faintly floored by the just… avalanche of pleasure.
He’d never say he hadn’t gotten a half-chub before when fucked into the mattress, even by people he didn’t like or people he actively hated, it was just a matter of hormones and physicality, but this…
This was insane. It didn’t even sting and Brian was in such a position that his weight wasn’t even crushing Alec to the bed.
“You think your ass doesn’t drive me crazy?” Brian challenged. “It takes ridiculous amounts of self control not to bend you over the nearest surface when you get all mouthy and bitchy on me. Smartass comments and the way you roll your eyes.” Brian’s voice was deep and shaky as he kept up a frankly brutal pace, every other fucking thrust rubbing somewhere nice inside in a pretty improbable display.
“You should have said.” Alec huffed into his pillowcase. Yuck, there was a little drool there. Really!? “It’s not like I wouldn’t have let you hit.”
“That so?” Brian ran a possessive hand down his back, fingers splayed over his shoulder blades and then stroking over his spine. “I’ll keep that in mind next time your mouth is moving saying stupid shit when it should be sucking me off.”
Alec shivered hard and, of course, Brian could feel it.
“Oh, you like that, baby? I shouldn’t be surprised. Wake up to someone raping you and your first response is to joke about it. It’s like you’re asking for someone to shut you up.”
“You did not just say I was ‘asking for it’.” Alec scoffed. “For shame, Bri, even I know that’s just not done.”
“Ask me how much I care.” Brian leaned down and bit Alec’s shoulder, without asking a damn thing. Alec gasped out, clenching hard around his cock.
“That’s it, baby, make me feel good.” Brian nuzzled his cheek into the bitemark, pressing his face into Alec’s sweaty back.
“Jesus, is this what you’re like?” The curly-haired boy grunted under the weight now covering him as Brian gave it to him deep. “Is this what you’ve been like the whole time!?”
“Mad about the cock you haven’t been getting?” Brian chuckled, leaving Alec sputtering.
Absolutely illegal, jail.
“Yeah, kinda.” Alec elbowed him none too gently and got a growl for his efforts, Brian snatching his wrist and pressing it firmly into the mattress. Alec swallowed. “It’s just that you’ve given me so many boring lectures when we could have been fucking it out instead.”
“Ha. Yeah, right. You think you’d listen better with my cock in you, baby? You’re not hearing me now.”
“Not… true.” Alec wiggled his other hand to entice Brian and it worked, the larger boy grabbing it obligingly and forcing both his wrists down into the sheets above his head.
“Right. You’re such an attentive listener like this.” Words at Alec’s ear, chest to his back, hips barely moving.
His cock was pressed deep and the strokes were short, hard things, fucking the breath from his lungs, and it still didn’t hurt.
He could come like this, he realized with a start. Had he ever come during sex before? Well, yes, but usually it sucked too much, and on the rare occasion he did it was from a rough hand on his cock demanding it, and there was the all-around feeling of gross, bad, miserable, when will it be over, etc.
Brian shifted his weight, putting a fair amount of it onto Alec’s wrist so he could get some leverage, and said something else as he pulled out and eased back in slowly.
Alec bit the pillow.
What the fuck, what the fuck.
Still, he had to know, so he shook his curls out of his face and lifted his chin enough to talk.
“What if I asked you to stop?”
“Well, that’d be a real damn tragedy.” Brian stroked his thumbs over Alec’s wrists. “You think I can’t feel how close you are? How rhythmically you squeeze me and how desperately you’re fucking these ridiculously expensive sheets?”
Alec was pink all over, and stunned to realize Brian was right. It wasn’t just that he could come like this. It was that he was going to.
Soon.
He made a strangled noise and hid his face into the pillow again.
“But if you asked, if you begged, I’d stop.” Brian kissed the back of Alec’s neck, almost sweetly, and for the first time there was a twinge of… something.
It didn’t hurt but Alec’s eyes prickled for a second anyway.
“Do you want me to stop, baby?” Brian asked, still in that… soft voice. “I might, if you need me to. If you hate it.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Alec turned his hands, clutched onto Brian’s with as much strength as he had in this position.
“That’s what I thought.” Brian said smugly. “Good boy.”
“Gah.” Alec managed a laugh, though it sounded punched out of him. “I’m not Rachel or one of her dogs.”
“You don’t think I could make you bark for me?” Alec snorted a laugh and Brian’s smile was a threat against his skin, trailing kisses down his spine.
“Mm, maybe not that game.” Brian pulled his hands free, trailed them down pale forearms, letting Alec feel his calluses. “But this one? Oh, yes; you’re being very good for me.”
He slid his hands down as he spoke, abruptly reaching between his body and the sheets and grabbing hold of Alec’s cock in his big, callused hand.
“Stop, stop, I’ll cum,” Alec babbled, pretty much immediately on the edge.
Brian pulled out long enough to flip them, adjusting his grip. Looking down was automatic and inescapable.
Watching his cock drip and blush in Brian’s hand was an arresting sight, Alec’s mouth falling open at once.
“I think so, too.” Brian agreed, with that boyish smile that made Taylor’s eyes glaze over. It was diabolical to see it here, where his stroke was slow and purposeful, his hand large enough to hide Alec’s cock from sight except at the end of each stroke, where it pushed through his grip pink and wet.
Alec’s mouth watered. He swallowed tightly.
“Um.” He said, and Brian waited patiently. Watching him.
“Um.” Alec repeated again, throat working, and Brian rose an eyebrow slowly.
“Ass. Shut up and fuck me.”
Alec lashed a foot out and kicked him, not as hard as it could be but not soft, either, and Brian snorted as he captured it by the ankle and moved the limb.
“It’s adorable that you think you can tell me what to do.” Brian pushed Alec’s leg up and to the side, spreading his legs. Brian shifted closer, positioning himself between them.
His cock, now that Alec was looking, was large. Certainly bigger than he’d ever taken before.
Alec stared.
“No, seriously, what the fuck are you doing that it doesn’t hurt?” He demanded. “Did you slip painkillers into my drink? Steal some Tinker lube?”
Brian grinned at him, leaning forward until it was almost a loom.
“Pure skill, baby.” He lined up with minimal effort and pushed in, parting Alec’s hole with ease. It still didn’t so much as sting, though the slight stretch felt good.
Like, impossibly good.
Alec’s head thunked back, into the pillow. His hands found their way to Brian’s chest, feeling the work and the tension in his pectoral muscles, and feeling him up for good measure.
Brian drew his other leg up to his hip, making room, pressing close. The other was still held by the ankle, forced up until the knee was nearly at Alec’s chest.
“Flexible.” He purred, approvingly, and Alec scoffed.
“This? Is nothing.” A smirk. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Is that so?”
Alec was expected it, this time, as Brian responded to the dare. As hands slid up his thigh and under his knees to press and bend him.
Brian’s breath got gratifyingly ragged as he just kept pushing and Alec’s body went, until his knees were pressed to his chest and his toes were by his head and all the larger boy’s delicious weight was covering him.
“Christ.” Brian hissed. “Does it hurt?”
“Nah.” Alec flexed his muscles to check, finding the limit still further. “If I was on the ground and put my ankles past my shoulders, maybe.”
“Nice.” Brian smiled at him, all amused and almost fond, and one of his hands left Alec’s under-the-knee to touch his face. Alec was more distracted by holding his leg up himself– the position wouldn’t stay without a hand, not on a bed this soft– and almost didn’t notice.
Then Brian’s hand cupped over his ear, fingers tangling in his hair, and he leaned down and kissed him.
Alec melted into it before he could think, the slight sound of surprise lost in the kiss, and his whole body went languid and boneless.
“Easy for it.” Brian murmured against his lips. “I knew you’d be like this. So soft and sweet.”
“Am not.” Alec countered, a little dazed, because what?
“So sweet.” Lips moving his, guiding the kiss. Strong. Powerful. A cock throbbing in him, that still hadn’t moved. “You’re so easy for me, and this pussy has been very sweet to me.”
Brian started up moving again, slow and short strokes to get them both used to it, and it was different with him so close, with his mouth moving firm and sensually against Alec’s, so much so that the words didn’t register at first.
Alec pulled away to blow air out of his lips, a burst of laughter.
“Sorry, ah, sorry to disappoint, B, but that’s not actually something I can give you.” Pale blue eyes half-lidded as he watched as Brian started to fuck him properly, his weeping cock smearing pre all over his chiseled belly. “Try one of the girls, sometime. Though– y’know, ask first.”
“Maybe.” Brian said, eyes dark and intent as he ramped up speed. His lips drew close and kissed Alec again, but not for long, just time enough for the smaller boy to gasp and then Brian move away– not far. He pressed kisses and nips down Alec’s jaw, to the hollow behind his ear, and then back.
The entire side of his face was a line of fire, tingling and reacting from his teeth but still no pain. Maybe Brian really did drug his soda with dinner last night?
“Fuck, I needed this.” Brian gasped, fucking him hard, fast, almost desperate and Alec couldn’t take it, each stroke sliding right along his prostate like Brian was the one with a map to his nerves.
He slid a hand between them, knuckles bullying Brian’s bulk out of the way to wrap around his slim cock, so sensitive it ached.
The touch of his own hand brought a gasp to his lips, and when he tried to match Brian’s furious pace he sobbed, fast becoming overwhelmed.
“There you go, sweetheart.” Brian was murmuring nonsense at his temple, voice peppered with grunts and too-quick inhales, “Just like that, you look so good, that’s it, cry for me.”
“‘M,– ‘m not.” Alec denied, throat tied with it. If his eyes were watering it was from pleasure, immense and unlikely and still mind-boggling, because how—
Brian yanked him close and came, without any warning whatsoever, and the flood to his nerves was expected but not, familiar but not, a reflection of pleasure that punched through him and Alec shouted out, high and carrying.
Then the other boy knocked his hand away, cruel and senseless, until his big hand covered Alec’s cock again, jerking with a ruthless pace that shattered him.
Come dribbled out, short ropes of it covering Brian’s fist, and still he didn’t stop, stroking Alec violently through one of the better orgasms of his existence, until finally he let go and slumped over Alec.
“C’est quoi cette merde?” He muttered, completely lost.
“Huh?” Brian grunted, thumping him.
“What the fuck.” Alec repeated, in English this time. “What the genuine, actual fuck.”
Brian snorted.
“Yesterday, when we were arguing? You said eat my ass. So I did. Then fucked the English out of you, apparently. You’re welcome.”
Alec blinked at him, stunned.
“Tu bouffé mon cul, et je ne m’en souviens même pas?” He demanded. “Dude!”
“I don’t speak French, but it sounds like you’re asking me to do it again.” Brian said, voice going low and amused. “Do you want me to lick my cum out of you, baby?”
Alec made a strangled noise, in a state of complete disbelief.
“I can’t even tell the girls you’re like this because they will not believe me. Where the fuck have you been hiding this!?”
And Brian, because he apparently was a secret freak, kissed down Alec’s still-flushed chest like he had every intention of actually going through with it.
“We don’t have to tell them.” Brian suggested, grin in his voice. “This can stay just between us.”
He paused with a kiss to Alec’s hip, eyes flicking up to his face, voice hot and threatening:
“And you can leave your door unlocked any time you want it again.”
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French: “What in the whorehouse?” and then “You ate my ass and I don’t even remember it!?”