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the-infinant-one

2 years ago

Another very well written chapter! I loved Hayes’ POV so much HES so delusional but I love how he genuinely thinks he’s being reasonable

CONTAINS: pet whump, forced to drink/get drunk, very creepy intimate whumper, mentions of torture/non-con from other chapters, whumpee victim blaming himself more, non-consensual touching, implied fade-to-black non-con at the end.

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Asa wakes to hands on him, again.

His first thought is that at least he isn't alone anymore.

Somewhere he realizes just how horrible it is. Just how disgusting. But there's nothing in him. No more energy. No more strength. He believes this is much how it must have been like to be drugged, though he doesn't remember. Completely unable to move much more than a twitch, so pathetically weak, and even as his stomach starts to churn at the slow recollection that it's Hayes that's holding him, he can't manage to pull away.

He wonders briefly if he even wants to. He feels like he does, knows he does, but...his body always seems to want something different, doesn't it? It wouldn't have come, if it didn't want it. Not then or now. Not with anyone. It betrays him, every time, and he thinks, right now, maybe it's better to just fucking let the stupid thing do whatever it wants because he's too goddamn fucking tired. Too achy and sore and hungry and just...

Done. He's just done.

He feels like he should be embarrassed, humiliated, but he's just too tired for that, either.

He drifts in and out for a while, not comforted by the touch but relieved at the consistent reminder he's no longer in that closet, that he's no longer in the dark before finally Hayes stirs behind him, a little and then a bit more before finally planting a gentle kiss to the back of his neck.

Asa hates him. Asa wants him fucking dead. He wants everyone dead. He wants the whole fucking world to burn for what it's done to him.

"You're awake," Hayes murmurs, stroking hair from Asa's face, tucking it behind his ear. "Hi, baby. How're you feeling?"

Fucking homicidal. Not that he can do a damn thing with it.

"You slept all day, love. I had to take off work to stay with you...you're not good enough to be on your own yet."

Vaguely, something flickers. A hope, maybe. A promise that, eventually, he'll be left alone? Would it be long enough to get away? The things it will probably take to get to that point, though...to get Hayes to trust him...no, no, no...

"Got you to drink a little here and there, but you've been so sleepy...and no wonder. I imagine it wasn't very comfortable in there, was it?"

Asa doesn't remember. He doesn't fucking remember anything but darkness. His mind isn't working. Does that mean he's gone an entire week without food now? He thought he wouldn't mind...he thought he'd never be hungry again. But he feels like he's dying. And he's still so thirsty...

There's a half-full glass on Hayes' dresser that he notices, and he licks his lips. He doesn't even know if he could speak if he tried.

But he needs it. He'd do anything for it.

Please, he mouths, and tries so hard to reach for it. His hand twitches, stretches out, but he can't even begin to do anything more.

Hayes does, instead. Hayes does, like he's not the reason for it all in the first place. He leans over, takes the glass, and lets Asa drink it. All of it, without question, without needing anything first.

The relief is almost worth the kiss Hayes forces upon him afterwards.

"Such a good boy," Hayes tells him, petting his hair, and Asa's throat burns as he realizes the only people who've ever done something this gentle, treated him this sweetly, have hurt him in ways he doesn't think he'll ever recover from.

"Oh, I'm going to treat you to something special tonight, Asa. I am. You just stay here, alright? Can I trust you to stay here and wait for me to come back?"

Asa hates himself and the fact that he can't do anything but that. He doesn't reply, and Hayes takes his chin and tilts it to the side, just an inch away from being painful, from straining it to the point he might gasp.

No more. Please. Not right now.

"Yes," he whispers, voice returning just enough to do so.

"Yes...?"

Asa closes his eyes. Vaguely, almost as if instinctually, he knows what's wanted of him.

"Sir," he replies. "Yes, sir."

"Oh, Asa," Hayes purrs, lowering himself along Asa's body, kissing a line down to—

"No," Asa gasps, using everything he has to curl his knees up, and Hayes...

Steps back. Smiles at him and pets his hair, and says, "You're right. Dinner first, okay?"

First. That means if he accepts Hayes' food, he knows exactly where it's going to lead second.

And worse, he knows there's not a single thing he can do about it, and that it'll happen whether he chooses to keep starving or not.

So he nods, just so Hayes will leave him be, and then as soon as the door's closed, he buries his face in the pillow to muffle his sobs.

—x—

He makes it all perfect, for Asa.

He even lights a candle on the table. All for his boy.

His boy, who's barely conscious, and doesn't seem to even notice let alone appreciate all the work he put into it all.

He has to carry Asa downstairs, sit him upright in a chair at the table, and still, the second Hayes leaves to grab something, he comes back to Asa with his head resting on his arm against the top.

He smacks down a bottle of wine against the wood, and Asa flinches and moans softly.

"No one ever teach you manners, pretty baby?" he asks, pouring a glass. "Elbows off the table."

Slowly, Asa drops his arm down, but his head stays lowered, his eyes closed. Fuck, he's so weak...Hayes could do anything he wanted to him. Anything at all.

But he's going to feed him, right now. He's going to feed his boy, because that's what his boy deserves.

At least...for right now.

He cups Asa's chin and kisses him. Slips his tongue into his boy's mouth and hums.

"You taste so delicious, my love," he says. "You deserve something tasty, too."

Asa looks like he expects Hayes to mean something very different by that. Which is good, because usually, Hayes will.

But he's gone long enough without food. He really, really seems like he can't go any longer.

Hayes could push it...or could only feed him enough to keep him alive, and make him like this all the time...

But Asa was good. He was finally good. Hayes wants him to know just how good it can be for him, too.

"Does this smell good, sweet?" he asks, placing a plate of food before him, and then smacks Asa's hand away when it inches towards it.

"What did I tell you? You need permission. Wait for it, or you won't get anything."

Slowly, Asa's hand draws back towards himself. So obediently...so submissively.

Just as he should be. Maybe the next time he wants to act out, he'll think about the closet, and how much he doesn't want to be in there again.

"You're so sleepy, still," Hayes murmurs, smiling as he pets through his Asa's hair. "Can barely move...maybe it'd be easier if I helped, hmm?"

Asa grunts softly. Definitely not an agreement, but Hayes doesn't care. He picks Asa's pretty body up from under his arms, sits in the chair, and then—

"No—" Asa mumbles, squirming, but Hayes pulls him down to sit in his lap anyways. It's so easy. And even though Asa writhes, he's completely out of breath after just a few seconds and just...stops.

"Don't...don't..."

"Baby," Hayes tuts. "You think I'd fuck you over the table here? We eat here. Such a dirty little mind you have...maybe you'd like that. You seem to like a lot of things."

He reaches up, stroking Asa's throat, then his mouth, slipping a finger between his lips. "Open...that's it, good boy..."

And then he takes a piece of food, brings it up, and places it in Asa's mouth.

He feels Asa gag. He feels him squirm again and protest softly, almost spitting it out, but then...he doesn't. He groans softly, and swallows, and eats the next piece, too, even a bit more eagerly.

He looks like the most perfect little pet. Letting Hayes feed him, as he should. Letting Hayes take care of him, like Hayes always will.

"Good boy," he murmurs, lips against Asa's ear. "Good boy. Look at you. So behaved. I love you, Asa. Keep being good like this and you can keep being treated like this. Please...let me treat you good, Asa. Let me take care of you."

He picks up the wine glass, taking a sip, and then presses it to Asa's lips. "Taste, love. It's delicious. I'm sure you've never tasted something so expensive..."

Asa grunts, tries to tilt his head away, but the way he's tucked back against Hayes leaves there no real place to go. Hayes presses a bit harder, until he hears the glass clink against Asa's teeth, and then Asa makes the cutest little noise and takes a drink. Even when he chokes quietly, because he expects Hayes to pull it away sooner, he drinks the entire glass down, coughing softly as Hayes sets it back on the table to refill it.

"You're beautiful, baby," Hayes says, giving him another few bites of food in between another few mouthfuls of wine, kissing at the spot just between his neck and shoulder, so soft, as his free hand travels down to gently stroke over Asa, just because he's there.

And Asa moans, far louder, and mumbles, "Fuck..."

Hayes stops, more than a little stunned by that. He tilts Asa's head back to better see his expression, and his boy's pale face has gone rosy, his eyes shut tight. "What was that?"

Asa doesn't respond. Hayes chuckles, and brings the glass back to Asa's pretty mouth.

"It sounded like you felt better, pet," he says, as Asa chokes down more wine. "Lightweight, are you? How adorable. Oh, Asa. You're adorable."

"Don't—" Asa coughs out, but Hayes grabs his chin and forces him to finish the glass. Each were quite full, he has to admit, and it seems more than enough by the end of this one to have the boy heavily influenced, his head dropping back on Hayes' shoulder as he...

Giggles. Like the most precious and content little pet Hayes wants him to be.

"My goodness," Hayes murmurs, nuzzling into his hair, "my pretty, tipsy little boy...is that what you are?"

Asa mumbles under his breath, head lolling. He was probably still a little dehydrated, needing water more than wine...but that's okay. There's plenty of time for that, later. After this. It's liquid after all, isn't it? He'll be just fine.

So he pours another glass, and has Asa sipping at it until he's doing it willingly, spilling it down his chin and smiling when Hayes licks it.

Hayes can't help but groan at the sight—and apparently, Asa can't help but groan when Hayes wraps a hand around him again. He uses his other hand to run up Asa's body, scratching gently at his belly and chest, pinching and twisting at one of his nipples, and Asa gasps and squirms and then ruts down against Hayes' quickly hardening self like he finally wants it, too.

"So fuckin' sensitive like this, baby...are you ready to go up to bed? Huh? You want me to fuck you so good you scream? Because that's what I wanna do right now...does that sound good?"

Asa mumbles something else, drunkenly incoherent, but he's reacting so beautifully, and Hayes can't let it go to waste.

Another reward, for being good.

"Yeah," Hayes purrs, picking him up, leaving everything to clean later, "that sounds good, doesn't it?"

Asa's head falls back, humming. He doesn't say a word as Hayes brings him back up to the room, lays him back down, and even giggles again when Hayes starts to kiss along his chest.

And then he says a name. Not Hayes'. Someone else's. A name Hayes has never heard.

He pauses, leaning back a bit. "Who's Evan?"

Asa doesn't answer. He just arches back against the pillows, and, well...Hayes can't very well ignore that. He grabs for the lubricant again, and listens to Asa keen as he's touched, and relishes every beautiful moment of this.

He'll ask again, later, when his boy is coherent again. Right now...

Well. There's other things to focus on, other things to do, other places to touch and squeeze, and so he does.

"Mine," he whispers into Asa's ear, and smiles at the first time he hasn't heard a protest in response.

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