Title: eat your heart out
Author: sprx77/Tim Wren
Fandom: Worm (Parahumans Series by Wildbow)
Relationship: Alec | Regent/Cherie Vasil
Warnings: [inhale] Non-consensual bondage, Rape/noncon, knifeplay, and sibling incest
Word Count: 1,548
Summary: Cherie is not happy about being left behind.
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Alec wakes up in stages, groggy in a way he recognizes from too much of a drug– or a cocktail of drugs, experimental and ill-advised. It makes everything fuzzy around the edges, even as he jerks his wrists in what seems like cuffs.
There’s a warm weight on his lap, a hand stroking possessively and creepily through his curls, and it takes him a moment to remember why that’s weird.
It’s been years since he had to wake up to weird shit like this.
“Ça fait trop longtemps, Alec.” A voice said in his ear, breathy and wet, trembling faintly with excitement.
“Cherie?” Jean-Paul– Alec— mumbled, scrunching his brow. Trying to move revealed he was very well strapped down, the wrist cuffs behind his back being the least of it.
“You’ve been so unreachable, sweet brother.” Something sharp enough to cut sliding along his cheek, the danger reaching through the drugs to stand his hair on end and demand he take notice. It was an unpleasant jolt of adrenaline.
She touched the knife to his jaw thoughtfully.
“You don’t call, you don’t write.” A pout he couldn’t quite see yet. “I had to work so hard to find you, not even a forwarding address.”
Oh. She was in that kind of mood.
The knee-jerk urge to call her a crazy bitch was there, or a more clever remark, but he stifled it.
“You know what Dad’s like, ma chérie, I couldn’t make it easy for him to find me.” He tried, keeping it casual, blasé.
“But I found you,” Cherie purred, cutting in with the edge just parallel to the line of his jaw– couldn’t leave a visible scar, after all– and Alec couldn’t quite repress his grimace of distaste. “I always was the smart one.”
Her words still dripped eagerness and her eyes were wide with excitement at the first cut, he could see that much, though color was taking a while to resolve.
Also, he was hard.
Ugh.
“Yeah, that.” Alec agreed absently, “What did you give me, Cherie?”
The hand in his curls yanked back, baring his throat so she could watch the bit of blood drip down– and punish him for failing to play along.
“None of your concern, frère cadet.” She giggled, sliding the knife down his throat to watch the involuntary swallow.
“Jean-Paul, you hateful boy, I’m afraid I’m quite put out with you. You see, you left without saying goodbye.” The knife bit again, this time a line along his collar bone, following in with the contour of it.
Alec closed his eyes briefly as she shifted and her extremely wet cunt slid against his cock and thigh.
“Aw, don’t frown like that, I know you missed me.” Cherie pulled the knife to her mouth, eyes closing as she savored it.
“You always liked me better, anyway.” She flung the knife aside, to better straddle him, palms rubbing into his shoulders, massaging, possessive.
“The alternative was not great.”
His head whipped to the side as she slapped him, hard, immediately busting his lip. The split-skin burn of it was familiar and cold.
“You liked daddy’s cock, too, don’t lie. But you were always grateful when he let me have you instead.” Cherie giggled again at the sight of his injury and kissed him, not bothering to be gentle about it.
Her tongue poked and prodded his sore lip, dipping in to widen the split. Moaning as she sucked it into her mouth until it sang with pain.
She pulled back panting, her pussy throbbing against him.
“Is there a point to this?” Alec rose an eyebrow, boredom in his tone; surprised when she didn’t slap him again for it. She bit along his jaw, sucking bruises into it as she went.
“You thought you could get away from us, jackass. Thought you could abandon your name, abandon our family, abandon me.”
For good fucking reason. But it seemed his past had caught up to him. At least it was her and not father.
“You need to be punished, Jean-Paul.” Her eyes were wide with a fervent belief, and he could finally make out the blue insanity in them. “Just be glad I’m the one who found you first.”
She purred as she fucked against him, rubbing her cunt with the body of his shaft. Spreading their pre around, mixing the wetness together.
Cherie moaned low and throaty, eyes half lidded. Alec looked up at the ceiling, wondering if there was any pattern in it.
“No!” She screeched, claws digging into his throat where she bullied him into place. “You look at me. At me!”
Alec pursed his lips but obeyed.
He’d forgotten her pathological need to be admired, to be seen, praised, desperately loved.
“Of course, ma Che, forgive me.” Alec prodded the inside of his lip, coaxing more red to flow. Her eyes latched onto it at once, cooing.
“Oh, that’s not what you’re going to apologize to me for, Jean-Paul.” Cherie’s twisted little unhinged gasps of laughter were interrupted by her gasps as she forced them closer, grinding his cock against his stomach.
Her groan of pleasure reverberated through them both.
“Don’t worry, though. I made sure we won’t be interrupted, hmm? Your little friends will be busy for a good long while. We’ll make up for lost time.”
She petted lovingly through his curly black hair, mirror to her own, and pulled his head back again. A painful kiss, and then she slid down to his neck, tracing her handiwork there with her tongue.
Cherie bit him, hard, and the lithe body in the chair jerked. Alec panted. She purred against his throat and sucked the sharp indent of her teeth.
One of her hands slipped between them to line him up, and Alec was already gritting his teeth as she rose astride him, cock rubbing and bumping against her opening for teasing seconds before she finally dropped down.
His hands clenched tight in the cuffs behind him.
Cherie moaned loudly, her tits bouncing. Alec pressed his face into her shoulder so he didn’t have to watch, and she scratched through his hair like a particularly beloved pet, curling around him.
“Your cock is so much bigger than it was when we were small.” She gasped, radiating delight.
Alec huffed an unwilling sound of amusement.
“Well fuck, I’d sure hope so.” He bit the skin in front of his face, mostly out of pique. “Câlisse, that’s fucked up.”
Cherie loved it, of course, and arched into and around him, and he bit her again just for the hell of it. Not incredibly satisfying as violence went, but it was what he had.
His biceps flexed as he tried to slip the cuffs.
Her sweat smeared his cheek.
“If you try to escape, I will ruin your life.” Cherie took his face in her hands and licked up the side of it, and his nose scrunched up.
“You’re still so fucking weird.” Alec said, slightly out of breath and– well. It was sex. Cherie was strange even for his siblings and she seemed to embrace it.
“I know you love me best.” She beamed, eyes sultry and cheeks flushed as she worked her abdominal muscles, flexing her body like a belly dancer with the barest movement of her hips.
Keeping him mostly inside, because she was a psycho like that.
Ugh. Fine.
He made a little noise, like a reluctant moan he couldn’t quite suppress. A gasping nng, a shuddery inhale. Quiet pants with a trace of sound, like he wasn’t able to keep completely silent.
Alec brushed kisses up her chest, collar, neck. He nuzzled into her, and spent several moments sucking a possessive hickey into her throat while she gasped.
“If you unlock the cuffs, I can show you how much I missed you.” Alec lied, pitching his voice lower in a sensual murmur. “C’mon, charmante soeur, don’t you crave my hands on you?”
Her nails dug into his shoulders, sharp and stinging.
“You’re such a liar.” She hissed, but her cheeks were more flushed, and her eyes almost dazed as she rode him.
“Je suis à toi, sweet girl, belle sœur, won’t you release me?” He fluttered lashes up at her, his mouth soft and wet. “I missed you so much.”
Cherie dug her claws into his face, leaving red lines.
“Such– a fucking– liar–!”
“You know I’m better than this, ma sœur. Let me remind you how it’s supposed to feel when I fuck you.”
Cherie screamed, clenching tight around him. Her back bowed.
“You’ll come for me but you won’t give me my hands?” Alec feigned disappointment. His voice was rough, sultry: “What torture, to feel you, see you, but not touch–”
“Bitch.” Cherie said, voice wrecked. “I can’t, I don’t trust you, you’ll try to run away again.”
“Not from you.” Alec said, breathless. “Never from you, sweet sister, je t’aime comme l’air.”
“Then why did you leave!” She slammed her balled up fist against his chest, breast heaving with emotion. “Stupid–hateful– liar— toujours putain de mentir–”
Cherie collapsed against him sobbing and Alec sighed.
Okay. Fine. Maybe next round.
Or maybe the Undersiders would find them before he died of dehydration.
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french:
Ça fait trop longtemps- it’s been too long
ma cherie– sweetheart, but in this case possessive my cherie. bc it’s her name
ma Che– che pronounced shay as a nickname for cherie
Câlisse– chalice, but in quebec french is like saying ‘fucking christ’
charmante soeur- lovely sister
Je suis à toi- i’m yours
je t’aime comme l’air- i love you like air
toujours putain de mentir- you’re such a fucking liar
belle sœur– pretty/beautiful sister
ma sœur– my sister
frère cadet- little brother, but specifically the one born right after you