veiledndarkness | The Covenant

Title: Shatter

Author: veiledndarkness

Fandom: The Covenant

Pairing: Chase/Caleb

Rating: Hard R

Prompt: 'I love it when you beg, Caleb.'

Disclaimer: The characters within are not mine, no profit has been made, and no harm is intended.

Warning: Implied Bondage, semi non-consensual slash.

For the

rounds_of_kink Round 12

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In the distance, in the darkness, he can hear footsteps, rapid and purposeful. It wouldn't do to cringe, but he stills feels the urge to pull away, even if he can't move, even if he could move, there's nowhere for him to cringe back from. And he knows that this is well known, but that urge never fades.

He doesn't know how long he's been there, where ever there is. With nothing to see but darkness, with no watch or cell phone, he has no sense of what time it is or how many days it's been since he was taken. He licks his lips and shifts again, his restraints tight around his wrists. He swears he won't give in this time, not this time.

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"Caleb..."

He bites his lip and stares through the dim light at the stone wall in front of him, his gaze fixed on the one spot. He can ignore the aching pull in his wrists, ignore the fact that he's naked, always naked, but try as he might, he can't help but feel the fingers stroking his skin.

"Don't test me. You know how I hate to be ignored, Caleb."

Chase knows how to make him squirm, and he hates the very fact that he's caved so many times already. Those damned fingers wander over his skin, mapping him out inch by inch. Fingers and lips and...Caleb stutters out a breath when a slick finger enters him.

Try as he might, bite his lips till they bleed, Caleb can't stop himself from reacting. He tightens and the smallest of gasps escapes him. Chase is a fast learner. He knows how to make Caleb come apart.

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He thinks that madness has to follow when you can no longer separate raw, burning need from unending torture.

His legs stretched too wide, on his hands and knees, Caleb's chest heaves for air. He can't breathe, can't focus on anything but the need that's burning him from the inside out. Chase presses inside him slowly, one inch after another until Caleb's straining and full. He takes in a shaky breath, his cock heavy and achingly hard between his thighs.

"So stubborn," Chase sighs and it's nothing but twisted amusement and pleasure in his voice. "You know what I want to hear, Caleb." He angles his thrusts, driving Caleb further and further to the edge. "Say it."

Caleb tenses, his thighs trembling. He grits his teeth and thinks that this would be easier if it weren't for the sparks of pleasure that shoot up his spine with every touch to that spot inside of him. His fingers grip the dirt ground and he arches his back, small moans betraying him. He can't help it, can't stop his body from reacting.

"Yeah," Chase runs a hand down Caleb's sweat slicked back, his fingernails leaving red lines along the way. "I know you're fighting it, but you want it, you wanna come so badly," he croons, his hand reaching lower, his fingers sliding over Caleb's stomach. "I can feel it; you're fluttering like mad right now."

Caleb hangs his head to the side, shuddering. He is close, so close that he could scream. He bites back a sob at the feel of Chase's fingers closing around the length of his cock. Chase slows his thrusts, his mouth close to Caleb's ear.

"All you have to do...is say it and I'll let you come," he whispers and flicks his wrist once, using as he does so.

A whimper catches in his throat, the slick fingers stroking him just so, the current of power running through Chase's body and into Caleb's, his cock pulsing and dripping and Caleb can't take it, can't stand it a second longer before he closes his eyes and begs.

"Fuck me, Chase, please, fuck m-me..." he rasps, his stomach fluttering and tensing harder, his body moving with each thrust.

Chase obliges and takes him hard, his hand matching his hips and Caleb cries out, his eyes black, coming hard and fast, and God, so fucking good and the room crackles with unrestrained power for the briefest moment as Chase grunts and fills him, one hand fisted around him, the other gripping his hair.

Caleb shakes with fury and banked arousal, his thighs wet. He rests his head to the cool ground, tears gathering under his eyelids.

"I love it when you beg, Caleb," Chase laughs and brushes the lightest of kisses to the corner of his mouth and withdraws from him unceremoniously.

God, he hates the sound of that filthy chuckle.

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