[IC] Can't tell a wolf no. (NSFW language, mature themes)
(( Content warning: This post does involve the aftermath of rape. (For the victim's viewpoint, read Lindir's blog.)
Context: Kae was being Kae, ran off with a pretty little blonde some months ago to have some completely consentual fun. Somewhere along the way, though, a line was crossed and it stopped being fun for Lindir. Kae was unaware of this, or he would have stopped. He left the encounter thinking a good time was had by all. How wrong he was... ))
'Don't hurt him. Don't--Don't hurt him. No. No, don't hurt us, don't--we won't tell!'
The terrified blonde's voice followed him out into the street. Up out of the dark, smoke-hazed den of sex and drugs and out into the open air of Murder Row. The tricks that walked the street paused to take in the sight of the haggard red-head, blinking and questioning each other.
'Isn't that Kae?'
'He looks like he done seen a ghost.'
'Must be a bad trip.'
'He's never like this.'
'Cornered animal, he is.'
'Wonder what spooked him.'
Kael'ash clutched his hands in his hair, over his ears, pressing and squeezing the sensitive flesh, crimping his ears in a brutal hold as he tried to block out the voices around him.
'You can choke me, twist my neck back, please just let him go i'll be good, i promise just let him go and you can do it to me again...'
His breath caught in his chest. He couldn't breathe. He didn't mean it. He didn't mean to hurt him like that. It was supposed to be fun. Rough, violent, but fun. He thought he would say no. Thought he would fight if he went too far. Thought...
'Can't tell a wolf no. You can't fight.'
He was a wolf. He had a pack. He had those he considered in his pack, ones he hunted down and rounded up with teeth bared and hackles raised. He was the alpha. They would do what he wanted.
'No!' The dark-haired elf's voice was barely there, rough and hoarse. He'd said no. But he hadn't struggled. But he'd said no. Kae had taken him anyway, on the basis of his body saying yes. And oh Light it felt so good.
Was he scared, too? Did he refuse to fight, too? How many? How many more had he taken against their will, unawares? Thinking they wanted it.
Just because he couldn't sate his lust.
Like a drunken man, Kae stumbled his way to his mechano-hog and somehow managed to haul himself up into the saddle. Several of those that haunted the Row had to dive out of the way when he gunned the throttle and tore out of there as fast as those wheels could take him.
'Filthy inside and out. worthless. Nothing.'
Filthy. Worthless. Nothing.
That wasn't what it was supposed to be. It wasn't what he wanted to give. It was supposed to be fun, no strings attached, no lingering, just a roll in the hay for the sake of entertainment.
'I don't see how you couldn't--how--but that hurts them, Kae!'
The rogue hunched down over the roaring, rattling, bouncing bike that carried him on blindly south. Khaavren's words rang in his ears as surely as the blonde's had.
'Why would you do such a thing to someone? What did he do to deserve... being used, and then just left there?'
His sides heaved, gulping deep breaths of air that burned to return in broken sobs. He wouldn't let them. He had to be able to drive. If he started now, he'd not be able to stop. He had to get to Goldenmist. Had to get home. His safety. He couldn't take this to Khaavren. He couldn't. He would hate him.
'Is...is that what you do, when you -- why? Why would you hurt someone so?'
He didn't mean to hurt him. Them. He didn't. He was just trying to make them feel good. He loved it. Loved making others feel good. Sated. Loved the look on their faces and the fuzzy afterglow of a good, hard fuck that was as much a drug to him as the bloodthistle. He thought he was helping them.
But he'd gone too far.