Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

Scar had quietly entered his home-having got home late and not wanting to wake Grian. He had told Grian he would be back in the morning, as Grian gave him the task to fetch all the sand in the server, but Scar had finished earlier than expected. 

He was walking to the laundry room to strip his sand covered clothes into the washer, when he hears something from his shared bedroom.

A whimper..?

Scar leans against the door, silently listening.

“Ngh.. fuck- bigb..”

BigB? What? Scar listens for a couple seconds longer, but no sounds of BigB.. Is Grian getting off to BigB..? He stands there in shock. He is Grian’s Soulmate. Not BigB. So then why is Grian saying BigB’s name?

“Oh my god- scar- ugh..” 

What..? Grian is saying both of their names? Is he cheating on him? So many things run through his mind, then he gets snapped out of his thoughts when he hears Grian groan,  presumably done. He hears his soft pants, then rustling of blankets and feathers and the creaking of floorboards. Anger courses through Scar, and.. lust? He wasn't so sure. The door creeps open, and Grian steps out, in Scar's sweatpants, not noticing Scar.

God, Scar loved him, but right now, not so much.

Grian freezes, his colorful wings tensing behind him, seeing Scar and his dark eyes watching him. “Hi Grian,” Scar says, his mouth slightly tipping up at the ends.

“..hey Scar..” Grian says, “how long have you.. been here..?”

Scar shrugs. “Long enough,” he says, before pushing Grian back into the bedroom and locking the door behind him.

“Hey- scar- I’m sorry I just-” He gets cut off by Scar pushing him onto the bed.

“Scar-”

“Tell me everything.” Scar says, looking down at him.

“W-what..?”

“Tell. Me. Everything, Grian.”

Grian is silent for a couple moments, before starting. “At the start, when we were figuring out our soulmates, and BigB came up to me, I knew that he was going to be my soulmate.. But he wasn't." Scar brings his hand up to Grian’s jaw, tilting his head up to look at Scar’s.

“So, we’ve been..” Scar’s hand trails down slowly to his neck.

“..secret soulmates for a bit” Scar grips his neck, his eyes darkening. Grian gasps lightly.

“B-but I still love you Scar-” Grian whispers, and Scar lets go slightly, allowing more air in for Grian.

“When did this start?” Scar asks, his arm slowly trailing down Grian’s neck and shoulders, ever so slightly going lower and lower

“Like.. a couple weeks now..?” Grian mutters. Scar’s lips tip up slightly, “hm” 

He pushes Grian into a laying position and crawls onto him, making sure his wings are comfortable under him. 

“Y-you’re not mad..?” Grian asks, a bit confused.

Scar rubs Grian through his pants, grinning at the little bird’s gasp. “Why would I be mad?”

“because I have a secret soulmate..” Grian murmurs, whimpering.

Scar pulls down Grian’s sweatpants, his cock hard and pre-cum leaking out the tip. He very lightly touches his cock, running his thumb over the tip, grinning at Grian's whimpers. He loosely grips the base, pumping him lightly with barely any pressure, hearing Grian gasp under him.

“Fuck- please- Scar- im sorry-” Grian whines, “i’ll be better-”

“Will you?” Scar says dryly, pumping a bit harder and faster.

“Yes- god yes- i promise- just please”

Scar stops, leaving his hand loosely curled around the shaft, chuckling at the little bird’s pathetic whine. “How? How will you be better?”

“I’ll break things off with BigB,” Grian says, panting. Scar leans down and kisses Grian’s neck.  “Anything else?” He murmurs against his skin, nibbling.

“I’ll do it right in front of you tomorrow, I promise,” Grian says. Scar grins, then starts to pump his cock fast and hard, while nibbling and sucking on the bird’s neck, watching as Grian slowly comes undone from his touch. Grian moans and pants, bucking his hips into Scar’s hand, twitching under his touch.

“Fuck- Scar- im so close- please-,” Grian begs, gasping.

“You can come,” Scar replies, grinning against the skin of his neck as he listens to Grian groan and the feeling of him trembling under Scar, feeling the liquid landing on his hand.

Scar pumps him through his orgasm as Grian comes down from his high. “You're so good for me baby,” Scar says quietly, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking the excess off. Grian catches his breath, before Scar’s lips crash onto his, opening his mouth and tasting himself on Scar’s tongue, whimpering against his lips. 

Scar peppers him with kisses for the next few minutes, before getting up and cleaning up the bird, and laying down next to him in bed and pulling him close, snuggling up against him as they slowly drift off to sleep, leaving the rest to deal with tomorrow.

Chapter Text

“I'm telling you, vampires are real!” 

It was just another day of Avid yelling at the people of Oakhurst, trying to get them to believe him. And yet another day of them not believing him.

“Avid.. are you sure.. you're not.. crazy..?”

Avid freezes. Crazy? He watched his partner get turned by one. He’s not lying. He’s not crazy.

“What? I’m.. I’m telling the truth-  someone very close to me-”

“-died by something from here- what you think, was a ‘vampire’, we know Avid,” someone replies flatly.

“Avid.. this has been going on.. for a while-and nothing has happened.”

Avid groans. He’s not crazy. He’s not lying. He knows who the vampires are. Why can’t these people believe him? 

Everyone is okay with zombies, skeletons, massive spiders and more, but vampires are too much? Okay, yea sure, whatever.

If they would just listen to him. “If you would just let me explain-”

“Hiya, we’re back from exploring,” Scott says as he and Shelby walk into their circle.

Scott.

Avid knew Scott was a vampire from the start. Ever since they tried to  consecrate that beacon in the center of town, he felt that.. aura.. when Scott walked to them. And he knew other people felt it too, so why aren’t they speaking up?

He watches Scott as he makes idle conversation with the group. They make eye contact, and Scott gives a slight smile.

Oh Scott, I know what you are. And soon everyone will know too.

Their conversations die down as it becomes night, the red moon slowly rising. 

Avid walks back to his house, frustrated for probably about the 100th time since getting here. He sits down, rubbing his temple. Can these people not hear him out?

The door opens and Drift walks in. “Hey Avid, you doing okay?” She asks. Drift has been a bit worried for Avid, she will listen to him talk about vampires for hours on end, and no sane person would do that. 

“Yea, I’m..” He trails off. He’s not fine, so why would he lie? “..I just need a walk, I’ll be back” He says as he stands.

“I can come with-” 

“No, It's fine, Drift, I just need some alone time and some fresh air. I’ll stay in the town, you won’t have to worry about me,” He opens the door, looking back at Drift.

“..Okay, don’t take too long,” Drift says, “Dinner will be ready when you get back.”

He smiles, walking out and shutting the door. He takes a deep breath of the fresh air, and starts walking, following the path around town.

He’s walking by one of the entrances to the town, when he hears a sheep on the outside of the wall.

A sheep! He’s been needing one more to breed his other one. Now he finally has it!

He runs out the entrance into the field, forgetting everything about vampires and the blood red moon. He runs up to the sheep and checks his inventory, praying that he has a piece of wheat or something-

“Hi Avid,” he hears a voice behind him say

Avid freezes. That sounds really like Scott. Why is he out at this time of night? And why is he right behind him? 

He could be asking himself the same question, but that's not the main point right now. He’s just getting some fresh air and just happened to find a sheep. Scott appeared out of nowhere. That's not normal. 

Avid turns around, meeting Scott’s eyes. “Hey Scott.. Why are you out at this time of night? And out of the town?” Avid asks, holding a piece of wheat so the sheep won't walk away.

Scott narrows his eyes slightly. “I could be asking you the same thing.”

Avid looks back at the sheep, “I think what I’m doing is pretty self-explanatory.” Avid scoffs. 

Scott hums. “As I was saying, why are you out here at this time of night?” Avid says, taking a step with the wheat, the sheep following him, eyeing Scott.

“For you.” Scott murmurs.

The last thing Avid sees is Scott lunging at him, then darkness.

Scott looks down at the man tied up to the chair. He’s kinda adorable, running around town, trying to get everyone to believe him, getting scared at everything,  it’s cute.  

Scott blinks back to reality. He cannot be thinking those things, he just kidnapped the man for Christ’s sake. 

For what reason, though?

Scott definitely did not want to turn him, he did not like the sound of living with Avid,  out of all people, for the rest of eternity. Maybe he’ll kill him? Avid has been spreading.. truthful..  rumors, that thank God nobody has been believing. Or almost everybody, at least. 

Scott could always kill him in the middle of the forest, hell, he could probably do it out in the field outside of town and no one would notice. 

So that's  the situation they were in right now. Avid tied to a chair sitting in front of Scott’s tomb, and Scott pacing in front of him, trying to decide what to do with the man unconscious in front of him. 

He gets snapped out of his thoughts when he hears Avid groan, slowly blinking awake. 

Scott quickly put on his scary vampire act. “Hi Avid,” fuck. ‘hi’ is not scary or vampire-y. ‘hello’ or maybe ‘good evening’ would've been so much better.

Avid, still slightly unconscious, doesn’t realize the seriousness of the situation. “s-scott..?” Scott sighs, cursing under his breath. This is not how he wanted this to go.

slap!

The sound echoes across the walls, slowly disappearing. Avid jerks awake, a blooming red mark across his face. “w-what the-” he looks around and freezes.

“finally, my god..” Scott murmurs, rubbing his temple. “took you long enough.”

“w-what the heck- where am I- what do you want from me-” Avid floods Scott's already aching mind with questions, earning a groan from the vampire.

“So many questions, Jesus...” Scott murmurs, sighing. “You’re currently in front of my tomb.” Scott says. “And you have been spreading some things that.. I don't like.. and I’m going to have some fun torturing you.” Scott says proudly. He always loved playing the villain, getting to do the long, fun villain speeches always made him happy.

Scott looks down at Avid, expecting a horrified expression, but instead sees him zoning out.

Are you serious right now?

slap!

Avid jerks, getting snapped out of his thoughts. “Can you listen for once in your life?!” Scott yells, annoyed. Avid hesitates, before slowly nodding. Scott smiles. Finally.

“As I was saying, I’m going to torture you until you die.” Scott always hated how the villains just said their evil plan, but Scott had blocked/took down every exit. Avid had no chance of escaping, so he could do it just this once.

Avid’s eyes widen, fear pulsing through his body, replaying Scott’s words over and over again in his mind, trying to make sure he’s not dreaming. 

“you.. you can’t do that..” Avid whispers, tears glossing over his eyes.

“And why not? I’m a vampire after all, I can do whatever I want.” Scott says, grinning, showing off his fangs in his smile. “And torture is my favorite.”

“n-no.. no you can’t-” 

Ah. Denial. Makes this so much better. Scott rolls his eyes.

Scott walks in front of Avid, leaning down to be eye level. He cups his jaw, pointing his head up.

“I don’t know if you understand or not, but you’re the pathetic human tied to the chair. I’m the all powerful vampire.. not tied to the chair,” Scott says, tracing a finger down Avid’s cheek, grinning at the human’s gasp. He unties the cloth around his neck, letting it fall to the floor, and holding his head to the side to expose more neck.  

Scott leans in and tastes his neck. Avid gasps, trembling at the sensation. Scott’s grin widens, lightly biting Avid’s skin, not quite piercing. “I really love watching you tremble,” Scott says, before then piercing his skin with his fangs, hearing Avid whimpering and shouting, but drowning him out as he starts to drink his blood.

Minutes pass before Scott finally finishes, standing back up and licking his fangs. “God, I really needed that..” He murmurs, glancing at Avid.

Avid was panting, his shoulder and arm hanging limply from the loss of blood, shivering slightly, dried tears running down his cheeks. Scott grins. “Well, it’s almost morning, so I've got to head back to town, I'll be back tomorrow night.” He says, turning around and starting to walk away.

“Wait.. you.. you can't leave me here..” Avid whispers weakly, his vision blurring as he falls unconscious again. 

Scott spent the whole day ‘looking’ and ‘worrying’ for Avid. He didn’t even think the townsfolk even liked the man that much, but jeez, they are really worrying for this man. 

He sighs as he stands in the home he shares with Shelby, in a deep conversation about how he was going to torture his captive. When he woke from his tomb, he would've thought people had gotten smarter, but they somehow didn't check the place where Avid actually was. Oh how lucky he was. 

The sun sets as he gathers some bread and water to take for Avid, hearing the sobs of different people from outside. He was going to need a way to sneak out of here without being seen. Maybe Avid could wait a little bit longer, let’s hope so, because he’s not getting out anytime soon. 

About an hour later, he hears the final door shut, and bids Shelby goodbye and walks out of their home. He creeps along the town wall until he makes it out, transforming into a bat and flying to his tomb. 

Scott floats down, following the long corridor till he’s met with an.. semi-conscious familiar face. He transforms back and takes out the bread and water, tapping the bread on Avid’s cheek.

“Wakey wakey.. I’ve got food for you,” Scott says, hitting his cheek a bit harder.

Avid looks up, blinking slowly. “Scott.. Get out of my face..” He mutters, his breath shaky. “But I’ve brought food and water for you,” Scott says, pouting, “this is what you’ve been wanting, right?”

Avid doesn't answer, knowing that the vampire is, in fact, right. Scott grins, “open up!” Scott says, tapping the bread against Avid's lips.

He hesitates, before opening his mouth, and is met with Scott shoving the bread into his mouth. Avid chokes, trying to chew quick enough, but not being able to, as his body is weak. Scott sighs, taking out the bread and letting him finish his bite. “So high maintenance..” Scott murmurs. 

Scott feeds him the rest of the bread and the water, taking about 40 minutes. “I wanted to do so much more tonight, but this has already taken up too much of my time.” Scott says, annoyed, leaning down to meet Avid’s eyes. They just stare at each other for a couple seconds, Scott thinking of what punishment to do, and Avid thinking of how the fuck he was going to convince Scott to let him live.

It’s cute, the way Avid’s eyes dart back and forth, the way he’s trembling, Scott almost laughs out loud. Maybe for a punishment he could-

Scott. No. This is your enemy. You cannot be thinking of doing nefarious things with him.

But…

Scott huffs, standing straight, his mind at war with itself. 

He could totally, that would be an amazing punishment. He glances down at Avid, watching as his chest rises with every shaky breath, watching as Avid’s eyes watch back. A little teasing never hurt him, right?

Scott cups the human's cheek, trailing it down, running his fingers over his bite-mark-scars. His hand reaches Avid’s green, filth covered vest. “This is filthy..” Scott mutters, very slowly unbuttoning it. Avid’s breath quickens slightly, watching as Scott finishes unbuttoning his vest and slides it off of his shoulders. The vampire then moves onto the button up, with deliberate slowness, finally gets off the button up, eyeing Avid’s bare chest and torso. 

Scott thinks for a moment. How does he want this to play out?

Scott slowly sits down on the edge of Avid’s lap, hearing Avid gasp. “S-Scott- what are you doing-” 

He gasps as Scott runs his thumb over one of his nipples. “Torturing. Like I said I was going to do.”

Avid whimpers as Scott pinches and plays with his nipple, leaning to kiss his neck as he does it. All of this stimulation was driving Avid crazy, gasping and whimpering under his enemies hands (and mouth). 

Scott starts to suck and bite his neck leaving hickeys, also while moving his hand onto the other nipple. Scott could feel Avid growing harder underneath him, which is exactly what he wanted. He grins against Avid’s neck, continuing to bite and suck. 

Scott brings his mouth lower, and leaves hickeys across his collarbone and chest. He gives his nipples some love, just with his mouth, and more violently. 

As Scott is leaving these love marks, his hands drag down Avid’s belt, unbuckling it and pulling down his pants and underwear together, his hard cock coming out. Scott grins as he looks down at it. 

“F-fuck- Scott- stop-” Avid whimpers, panting. “I’m afraid I can't,” Scott says in an unapologetic tone, then continuing to leave hickeys, while his hands rub Avid’s thighs, not his cock, which ios where Avid was itching to be touched. 

“S-Scott-” Avid groans, “please..”

“Please what?” Scott mumbles against his skin. “Please.. touch me..” Avid pleads.

“I don’t really want to... I guess you're going to have to figure out a different way, and with your hands tied behind your back, what a shame..” Scott says sarcastically. Avid whines involuntarily, blushing after. Scott grins, licking his nipple, getting a whimper.

“Just.. imagine I’m touching you,” Scott says. Avid groans, shutting his eyes, “well that helps..” Avid mutters.

Avid imagines, practically feels, Scott starting to pump him, and he moans. Along with the kissing, sucking, and licking, this helped him along. He felt his muscles tightening, heat pooling inside of him, as his breathing became ragged, moaning Scott's name over and over again. Pressure builds along his cock and up his spine, and up to his chest. (not actually feeling he just has a very strong imagination -author)

He feels Scott going faster, and all the stimulation was going to- 

Avid groans as he comes, a white wave flashes over him. His hips buck and eyes roll back, his breath ragged and uneven as he comes down from his high. He opens his eyes to find Scott staring back at him, a grin on his face. 

“I knew you could do it,” Scott says, grinning. Avid pants in response, his body buzzing but feeling exhausted at the same time. Scott is silent for a moment, staring at Avid, watching him catch his breath.

 Maybe.. Maybe It’ll be.. fun.. to live with Avid for the rest of eternity.

Scott leans close to  his neck, biting him again, but this time, turning Avid to a vampire along with it. Avid gasps, watching Scott lean back.

“How do you feel?” Scott asks. “Wha-what did you do to me,” Avid asks, eyes wide.

“I thought.. maybe..  It wouldn't be so bad to live with you for the rest of eternity, so I turned you.”

Avid freezes. No. No no no no no no. This can’t be happening. This is not how he wanted things to turn out. No. 

Scott watches him, knowing what questions and thoughts are running through his head. Jeez, can this guy ever catch a break? “I know what you're thinking, but you can just eat animal meat, you don't need to eat humans. And you can live forever, unless you get killed by a stake, but I think you already knew that.”

Scott stood up off of Avid’s lap, untying the ropes that bound Avid to the chair. But Avid just sat there, with wide eyes and shallow breaths, staring off into space. 

After a long while of Scott watching Avid think, watched him blink back to reality, nodding. “O-okay.. Just.. no killing humans,” Avid looks up at Scott, meeting his eyes. 

Scott nods, “I usually just turn them anyway, I haven't killed since before I fell asleep for however long.”

Avid lets out a shaky breath, smiling, and Scott smiling back. 

Chapter Text

Beep beep beep

Ugh.. Monday. 

I sit up in bed, my back aching from being hunched over my desk until 1 in the morning. Which may not seem late to most people, but I usually go to bed around 9:30 (21:30) so it’s quite late for me. 

I get up and start getting ready for the day. Stepping into my bathroom and looking in the mirror, light eyebags hang under my eyes, my hair in a mess, and my mustache badly needing a shaving. 

The person staring back at me is indeed me, Mumbo, but the Mumbo in the mirror desperately needs a fixing. 

Why did I decide to stay up so late last night? Right. I had an idea for a new redstone machine and spent way too long on it. I start getting ready for the day, humming a nice tune to myself. I take as long as I need, because I work from home, which is quite nice. I’m an independent filmmaker, laying out my ideas and filming them myself. 

It’s a very nice job to have, and having people watch and like my little films make me quite  happy. I finish getting ready and sit down at my computer, opening it up to my layout of the film I'm currently working on. Almost to the filming part, which I love doing, which I should (hopefully) get to today, if I work hard enough. 

I spend well into the day working and finishing it, getting to use the rest of the daylight getting to film. I check the time, 4:32 pm (16:32). That means 2 hours until the sun goes down. I pull out my camera equipment, checking the film, lens, and battery and getting that situated. 

I hop into my car and start driving to the park for the opening scene of my film, the tires crunching over scattered leaves as I pull into the lot. The air is cool, carrying that sharp edge of autumn, and the trees around me look like they've been waiting to be appreciated for their beauty, leaves drifting down in slow spirals. I sat for a moment before stepping out, just breathing it all in, the world was giving me a perfect backdrop before the camera even started rolling. 

I film for a good two and a half  hours, moving from one spot to another, chasing angles and light. By the time I’m finishing up, I’ve ended up on the dark outskirts of the forest, the sun dropping behind the trees. I pack my gear and start walking back toward my car when suddenly a strange green light floods over me. It’s blinding, too strong to look at. My body lifts off the ground as if I weighed nothing, panic floods through me. I kick and scream, trying to break free, but the light pulls me higher and higher, swallowing my voice as I fight against it. 

The screaming dies in my throat as the light swallows me whole, and then suddenly I’m inside. The room is blindingly white, so bright it almost burns my eyes. The air feels heavy and strange with something I can’t place. The walls are smooth and endless, no corners, no shadows, just white everywhere. Around me are… things. Shapes, tools, machines maybe, but nothing I recognize. Everything just looks like it's from another planet lying in the brightness. My chest tightens, and for a second, I can’t tell if I’m standing or floating. Everything is silent, too silent, except for the rapid beating of my heart and my jagged breathing. 

“Hello?” I yell. I slowly start walking around, making sure I’m actually on the ground. I slowly move to various items in the room, occasionally yelling ‘hello’ and ‘is anyone here’.

As I'm probing at a machine, fascinated by the technology, I freeze. Am I on an alien spaceship? It matched the stories, the green light washing over you and pulling you up, getting into a white room, all that was left was the.. tests. I panic (somehow even more than I already was). Am I going to die? Here, in this strange spaceship where nobody will ever find me? Or is my body going to be studied, tested, for the rest of my life?

I then start banging on walls and the floor desperately trying to find a way to escape. “Hello!? Can anyone help?!” I yell, my throat raw and pleading. I then hear a light sizzling sound. I turn around to source the sound, and there’s a light green mist filling the room. My eyes widen, I back up farther and farther, before bumping into a wall. I watch as the mist slowly creeps closer and closer, yelling, pleading for anyone, anyone at all to save me from this nightmare. I hold my breath as the green surrounds my body. I hold my breath for 30 seconds, before breathing in the air, slowly getting woozy and the world blackening.

I wake up strapped to a chair, the cold of the leather pressing into my skin. My head throbs as my eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, and then I see two human-like creatures standing in front of me. One of them is a bit shorter than the other, maybe even a bit shorter than me. Its skin is a light red, with darker red stripes along its body, and wings coming out the back and smaller ones against the sides of its head that look to be made out of feathers, but not quite feathers. Its eyes are black and soulless, and it has a mop of hair that looks so to be a color I've never seen before. The others skin a greyish green, with scars along its body the color of a darker green. This one is taller than the other, more muscular, and also has wings, but its wings seem to be made of glass, slowly fading out of existence at the ends. This one's eyes are smaller, and a color that isn't quite black, and its hair a more brownish-green. 

My eyes trace along their bodies, noticing their lack of clothes,which makes me blush slightly. They at least have a piece of cloth covering any private parts, which I'm glad about. 

My chest tightens, fear crawling up my throat as I realize I can’t move, can’t escape. All I can do is stare, terrified of what they want from me. They start talking in a language I've never heard before, with sounds I could have never thought of. “Hello..?” I ask, knowing that they will probably not respond, which is correct. They pause their talking and look down at me, one of the pairs eyes narrowing and the other ones look surprised. 

They stare at me for a couple seconds longer, exchanging some words, before moving behind me. One of them clicks a button and the chair I'm sitting in lays flat in an instant. I see the red one’s soulless eyes staring at me, and some clinking from tools, presumably from the other. I feel amazed at this technology, but also frightened at what they will do to me.

The other comes back over with a pair of what looks like scissors, and cuts down the center of my shirt. I tense, watching as the halves of my shirt fall to the sides of me. They both start touching and kneading at my skin, making me tense. They talk to each other while they do it, occasionally smiling at one another. The green one continues, and the other moves up to my face, looking into my eyes and mouth.

While it's feeling around in my mouth, I don't realize the other is cutting off my pants until I feel the coolness of the air wash over my almost-bare legs. My eyes widen, trying to look down, but not being able to with this aliens fingers in my mouth. They hit the back of my throat and I gag and the fingers are pulled out of my mouth. I look up at the red alien as it watches me, and I feel the other start feeling around my legs. He is getting achingly close to a place I don't want it to get. 

The red one points to himself and says a word that sounds like ‘Grian’, and points to the other and says ‘Scar’, which I presume are their names. I nod , hoping they understand. I point at myself with my hand strapped to the bed and say “Mumbo”, hoping he understands that it's my name. Grian nods, repeating my name back at me and I nod again.

As I’m watching Grian, Scar is cutting open my underwear, and before I can realize, the cool air rushes over and Scar grabs my semi-hard dick. I tense and whimper, and he looks up at me, a look of slight surprise on his face.

I watch Grian and Scar as they stare at each other, then at me, and my dick still in Scar’s hand. He grips a bit harder and an embarrassing moan comes from my lips, arching into his touch. Why is my body betraying me?! It's not like 2 very attractive aliens are standing above you and one of them is holding your dick. Not like that at all. I get snapped out of his thoughts when he feels Scar start to pump him, earning another moan. Grian stands over my face, watching my facial expressions and whatnot as Scar starts to jerk me off. 

Scar stops and lets go, and I whine, which I don't think I've ever done in any circumstance, but there's a first for everything. They both talk for a moment,  like I'm not laying there in pain in between them, no not at all. I clench my jaw to keep from saying something, my hands wiggling around in their restraints to try and get any stimulation at all. Their conversation finishes, and I look up to see them both.. Smiling down at me..? What were they talking about? 

I don't get much time to think before I get pulled out of my restraints and put onto all fours on the bed. It happened so fast, I don’t know whether it was a machine or one of the two- oh god. I moan as I feel a finger teasing my hole. I clench, having not done anything like this before, and very much not used to it. Grian stands in front of me, just watching me as I hear the opening of a bottle.. maybe lube..? I try to listen, before I feel the coolness of it on a finger and against me. I moan as I feel the finger slowly start to work me open. I whimper, shutting my eyes as I feel the finger go deeper and deeper, maybe even a couple more fingers added? I couldn't tell. The pleasure and pain it was causing was clouding my mind, and it’s all I could think of. 

Maybe a couple minutes later, minutes that felt like eternity, Scar had stretched me out decently with his fingers, before pulling them out, a whine escaping at the emptiness it caused. 

The emptiness is quickly replaced as I feel Scars cock rub against me, and I instantly whimper. I didn't need to check to know how destroyed I was going to be after this.

He slides the tip in and I moan, clenching around just the size of the tip. He lets me adjust before pushing further in, the same cycle repeating, till he’s fully inside. I’m panting by this moment, having gone through that entire thing just to get here and we’re not even close to being finished. I feel as he starts moving back and forth, letting me adjust every couple seconds, till he’s going faster and faster. Fuck- holy shit-

I moan and pant as he starts to pound into me from behind, gripping onto the bed for dear life. As this is happening, the last thing I expected was for Grian to remove his clothing in front of me, revealing his hard cock. I whimper as Grian steps in front of me and nudges is cock against my lips, begging for entry, which I abide by. I open my mouth as Grian slips inside, running my tongue underneath as he pushes deeper until he hits the back of my throat and I gag, moaning against his cock. 

He starts pumping into my mouth as Scar pounds into me in the back , my body rocking back and forth in between them, moaning and gagging, tears streaming down my face. 

I slowly start getting closer and closer, and I can tell they are too, as they've become more erratic. 

Scar comes inside of me first, then I do, then Grian. I get filled with warm liquid, choking at all that's filling my mouth and rushing down my throat. It goes on for long, before slowly finishing, them both pulling out, leaving me gasping for air. I collapse onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. My legs and jaw were on fire. They move off to the side, presumably getting cleaned up, and they come back and clean me up, too. They flip me onto my back, smiling down at me. I smile back, not noticing a familiar sizzling sound, before the world turns to black. 

I wake up, my head pounding as I sit up. Where am I?

Wait. I'm in my room? I thought.. Was it all just a dream? No. It can't be. I feel like I can't physically walk right now, and my jaw and throat hurt terribly. Did they drop me off..? How did they figure out where I live? How did they get me in here?

Why did they spare my life?

That question rings through my head. How and why am I still alive? I look around my room, my eyes darting around in the familiarity.. But I see nothing out of the blue. Was it seriously a dream? I lay back down in my bed, sighing. Work can continue later, I desperately need to catch up on my sleep.