Fic: "All The Pretty Things"; Post-DoC, Chaos/Reeve, hinted Reeve/Vincent [NOT WORKSAFE]
In the wake of Omega, we searched desperately for Vincent. We had all seen what had occurred, and we just wanted our friend back alive and well. What we found wasn’t exactly Vincent.
He struggled, clawing at the restraints, eyes flashing in anger and confusion. The god wasn’t pleased with his capture. Voices, noises around him. Filthy, bloody humans. Beings he could kill quite easily. He screeched, struggling even more than before when one of them approached him with a needle. A tranquilizer! Those pathetic beings thought that they could control him. Hah! They would learn soon enough that he was not just another summon beast to be tied up and used whenever they wanted him to do their bidding. They would learn that soon enough…
When he awoke, he was in a tube again. He had been like this before, with the girl and the scientist when they’d first put him into his host. His host who constantly wanted redemption for his perceived sins. His host could use quite a bit of loosening up. Maybe some of that nice liquid that eased the inhibitions of the pathetic mortals.
This time, however, he could see a blue-coated figure beyond the glass walls. His host’s mate. Oh, his host would never admit it, but he knew what a mate was and could tell his host had made a mate of this man. He could smell it when the human was around, how his host secretly lusted for the man. Looking at it, he could see that his host had good taste when it came to picking his mate. He wanted to get his claws on the man.
Two days later, he got his chance.
I wanted to get a closer look at what we’d found there. I wanted to know if we could save Vincent.
He was strapped down to a table, stripped of his armor, his wings crumpled uncomfortably beneath him against the table. The human, Reeve, was hovering over him. He could smell the human… and he wanted it. He wanted to lick that flesh clean and mark him as his human. His mate. His.
I wasn’t expecting what happened next. He broke free of his restraints…
He stretched out his wings, working them out. Then he turned his attention to the human, grabbing him and pulling him close, licking along the jaw. He ripped off the shirt with his claws, right down the center of the chest. He explored the human with his claws and his tongue, enjoying the different sounds he made. He nipped at the neck, leaving pretty little bruises behind.
He purred as the human scratched that spot at the base of his wings. Yessssssssss… the good spot. He hissed softly in pleasure, not wanting to wait. He was hard, and he wanted the human now. He ripped off Reeve’s pants and boxers, exposing him fully to the cool laboratory air, and doubled him over the examination table, claws twisting and pulling at dark brown hair.
He thrust into the human, savoring the pretty cries of pain he let out. He clawed and he thrust and fucked him hard. It was his toy to do what he pleased with. His human to play with. It didn’t matter that he was bruised and streaked with blood. The lives of mortals never concerned him much.
He came inside the human, hissing and digging his claws deep into flesh, only releasing that grip when he pulled out.
His host wanted the body back. Pity. But the human had been marked as his, and that was all he had wanted anyways. He left Reeve as a crumpled mess on the floor, giving control back to his other.
“Reeve…?”
There will be more to this.