Dark Prompt: Cannibalism
L couldn't believe just how stupid some criminals could be. Everyone knew how dangerous it was to be out after dark during the full moon; the curfew existed for a reason. And yet, instead of just restraining him and leaving him to be eaten, these morons were out risking their own lives just to taunt him some more, laughing away the more nervous attitude of the smarter ones.
"Wonder how long he'll survive?" one of them sneered, yanking L's head back painfully.
"Longer than you," an unfamiliar voice answered from the shadows.
The men at the edges of the group barely had time to swear and reach for their weapons before they were attacked. L shuddered as he watched, not bothering to move except to hunch a little lower.
If you run, they chase.
Screams from further away told everyone that the gangmembers at the edges of the scene hadn't managed to escape. Screams - and dull wet tearing sounds.
L told himself he was imagining the sound of chewing.
If you threaten, they kill.
Trying for bravado, the leader of the gang raised his - so very illegal, here in Japan - gun, aiming shakily into the dark. Inspired by his lead, several of his men fired wildly.
L listened, and knew none of their bullets had hit flesh. There was screeching laughter from his left, and then bodies leapt out of hiding, moving faster than human reflexes could keep up with. The grip on L's hair vanished, and hot blood spattered over his back. The man to his left fell before he could make a sound, throat torn out, eyes still bulging with shock as he fell dead to the concrete. The monster who'd killed him swallowed without chewing, clearing its throat for more meat. To L's right, two men shouted, screamed - one held by a monster who crunched down on his collarbone and just kept going until it reached his lungs, the other with his ribs being broken and plucked out of his chest. In front of L, a monster that looked chillingly like a petite young woman giggled happily as her sharp claws tore open a man's stomach, reaching in and up to drag out the man's heart.
L froze in the horrifying carnage, waiting for one of the monsters to turn on him. A young man who would have been beautiful if he hadn't been covered in blood and devouring someone's arm walked into his range of vision, looking at him with curiousity that changed to unholy delight as their eyes inadvertantly met. L held their stare, not daring to look away, fighting his urge to vomit and trying to ignore how rapidly the young man stripped the flesh from the bones he was carrying.
It was - almost - vilely fascinating to see for himself how quickly and thoroughly the creatures ate, larger chunks of muscle torn away and swallowed, bones crunched between unnaturally strong teeth - the entire arm was gone in less than a minute, only leaving some more blood around the thing's mouth and on its own hand.
The man grinned, baring darkened teeth. L knew that in better light they'd gleam red. "Oh, look at you," he breathed, husky voice appreciative as he studied L's face. L didn't blink, but the man was suddenly right there in front of him, like a low budget special effect. "You're so pretty," the man continued, one hand stroking L's bangs out of his face, and L froze in renewed horror at the possibility that the man in front of him might be seeing something other than food.
"Him?" one of the other monsters asked, echoing L's own disbelief.
Instead of being insulted, the man nodded, face bright as he pushed L onto his back and started to tear at his jeans. "I want him."
"Do I - get to say no?" L asked, half-whispering, not entirely sure where his sudden bravery came from - yes, this happened sometimes, he knew the statistics, but he'd never thought that anyone, monster or not, might choose him - not sure if he was glad that he'd survive or terrified of what would come next -
"Of course not," the man chuckled as he bent over L, lifting him by his thighs until L was raised and spread with the man's breath playing over his anus. "Why would I let you?"
He started licking before L could answer, hot wet tongue probing intimately in a way L had never experienced before. L whimpered, telling himself that the pleasure his body felt at the caress was purely physical reaction to stimulus. He wanted to fight, but he couldn't escape, and struggling was just as likely to be taken as encouragement as it was resistance.
Chance of infection: 3%
The pack finished the remains of the gang and ran freely around the streets, completely ignoring what was happening to L as they played some bizarre form of chase-tag with each other. L noted that most of the ones he saw still looked human, though two - a man and a woman - were obviously warped by the infection. He stared, trying to distract himself by cataloguing what he could see, not wanting to acknowledge the tiny whimpers he was making as the monster's tongue seduced his asshole into opening for it.
His thighs trembled as that tongue started sliding in and out in a mocking echo of what the monster planned to do with him, his whimpers growing louder and drawing the occasional glance. Physical, it's just physical, he tried to convince himself, but he couldn't hide from himself that the slick wetness pushing in was making him feel good and getting him hard. The tongue slid deeper and he moaned, hips trying to buck against it. His rapist took the move as encouragement, tongue-fucking him faster and harder, humming with pleasure as L's cock rose in a very obvious display of how good it felt to him.
Suddenly, the hot mouth that was melting him pulled away and L was dropped onto his rapist's thighs. L yelped, then keened as his legs were grabbed again and his rapist's cock was pressed up against his asshole. He should say no - but it didn't matter - he should struggle - but it wouldn't make a difference - he should - he should -
He groaned, loud and hungry, as his rapist's cock started to press inside. He shouldn't be ashamed that it felt good, he told himself firmly: it wasn't as if he'd had a choice. So he could - he smiled, remembering the advice given to anyone in his position - relax and enjoy it.
Chance of infection: 10%
His rapist made a pleased sound as L relaxed, slowly burying himself in L's welcoming body until L could feel his groin against L's butt. L shuddered, wondering how large the cock filling him actually was, wondering if he wanted to know. He stared up at the face of his rapist. The blood that had covered it had been rubbed away, leaving one of the most beautiful men L had ever seen smiling down at him lustfully.
"Yeah, you're taking it so well," his rapist purred, making L shiver, and pulled back slowly, a long slow drag that made L's vision blur. "Taking it deep," he breathed as he pushed back in. L whimpered, intentionally keeping himself relaxed and open, not even sure whether the blush on his cheeks owed more to shame or arousal and not really caring as the man above him took him slow and hard. Each thrust in felt unstoppable. Each withdrawl made L want more.
He'd have expected frenzied rutting from one of the infected, but the man taking him seemed intent on drawing it out as long as he could, smiling triumphantly every time he forced a whimper or groan of pleasure from L. The pressure kept building inside L until he couldn't stop himself from reaching for the man, pushing himself up until he was sat on the man's thighs. The new angle made the cock inside him feel even larger, and L's eyes rolled back as he clung to his lover's shoulders.
"Fuck," his lover hissed, "It's that good for you?"
"Yes," L moaned, the first word he'd spoken since asking if he could refuse. His lover growled, one hand dropping to guide L's hips in a new, faster rhythm, the other burying itself in L's hair to tug his head back just far enough for his lover to see his face.
"Let me see those moonlit eyes of yours," his lover panted, and L tucked the words away to consider later even as he stared into his lover's intent gaze, sharp cries bursting out of him with each jolt of their hips until L was arching back, legs wrapped tightly around his lover's waist as he clenched around the cock pulsing inside him and came.
His lover held him close. L vaguely felt that he should be trying to pull back, but it wasn't as if there was anywhere he could go till the moon set - and that wouldn't be for hours.
"I hope you'll come run with us on the next full moon," his lover murmured tenderly.
L froze, suddenly aware of the itch of fluid trickling out of him. His lover had come in him.
Chance of infection: 25%
"I'm Light," his lover - his rapist - introduced himself. "You'll stay in our territory for the next month.
"We want to make sure that you join our pack."
"Wonder how long he'll survive?" one of them sneered, yanking L's head back painfully.
"Longer than you," an unfamiliar voice answered from the shadows.
The men at the edges of the group barely had time to swear and reach for their weapons before they were attacked. L shuddered as he watched, not bothering to move except to hunch a little lower.
If you run, they chase.
Screams from further away told everyone that the gangmembers at the edges of the scene hadn't managed to escape. Screams - and dull wet tearing sounds.
L told himself he was imagining the sound of chewing.
If you threaten, they kill.
Trying for bravado, the leader of the gang raised his - so very illegal, here in Japan - gun, aiming shakily into the dark. Inspired by his lead, several of his men fired wildly.
L listened, and knew none of their bullets had hit flesh. There was screeching laughter from his left, and then bodies leapt out of hiding, moving faster than human reflexes could keep up with. The grip on L's hair vanished, and hot blood spattered over his back. The man to his left fell before he could make a sound, throat torn out, eyes still bulging with shock as he fell dead to the concrete. The monster who'd killed him swallowed without chewing, clearing its throat for more meat. To L's right, two men shouted, screamed - one held by a monster who crunched down on his collarbone and just kept going until it reached his lungs, the other with his ribs being broken and plucked out of his chest. In front of L, a monster that looked chillingly like a petite young woman giggled happily as her sharp claws tore open a man's stomach, reaching in and up to drag out the man's heart.
L froze in the horrifying carnage, waiting for one of the monsters to turn on him. A young man who would have been beautiful if he hadn't been covered in blood and devouring someone's arm walked into his range of vision, looking at him with curiousity that changed to unholy delight as their eyes inadvertantly met. L held their stare, not daring to look away, fighting his urge to vomit and trying to ignore how rapidly the young man stripped the flesh from the bones he was carrying.
It was - almost - vilely fascinating to see for himself how quickly and thoroughly the creatures ate, larger chunks of muscle torn away and swallowed, bones crunched between unnaturally strong teeth - the entire arm was gone in less than a minute, only leaving some more blood around the thing's mouth and on its own hand.
The man grinned, baring darkened teeth. L knew that in better light they'd gleam red. "Oh, look at you," he breathed, husky voice appreciative as he studied L's face. L didn't blink, but the man was suddenly right there in front of him, like a low budget special effect. "You're so pretty," the man continued, one hand stroking L's bangs out of his face, and L froze in renewed horror at the possibility that the man in front of him might be seeing something other than food.
"Him?" one of the other monsters asked, echoing L's own disbelief.
Instead of being insulted, the man nodded, face bright as he pushed L onto his back and started to tear at his jeans. "I want him."
"Do I - get to say no?" L asked, half-whispering, not entirely sure where his sudden bravery came from - yes, this happened sometimes, he knew the statistics, but he'd never thought that anyone, monster or not, might choose him - not sure if he was glad that he'd survive or terrified of what would come next -
"Of course not," the man chuckled as he bent over L, lifting him by his thighs until L was raised and spread with the man's breath playing over his anus. "Why would I let you?"
He started licking before L could answer, hot wet tongue probing intimately in a way L had never experienced before. L whimpered, telling himself that the pleasure his body felt at the caress was purely physical reaction to stimulus. He wanted to fight, but he couldn't escape, and struggling was just as likely to be taken as encouragement as it was resistance.
Chance of infection: 3%
The pack finished the remains of the gang and ran freely around the streets, completely ignoring what was happening to L as they played some bizarre form of chase-tag with each other. L noted that most of the ones he saw still looked human, though two - a man and a woman - were obviously warped by the infection. He stared, trying to distract himself by cataloguing what he could see, not wanting to acknowledge the tiny whimpers he was making as the monster's tongue seduced his asshole into opening for it.
His thighs trembled as that tongue started sliding in and out in a mocking echo of what the monster planned to do with him, his whimpers growing louder and drawing the occasional glance. Physical, it's just physical, he tried to convince himself, but he couldn't hide from himself that the slick wetness pushing in was making him feel good and getting him hard. The tongue slid deeper and he moaned, hips trying to buck against it. His rapist took the move as encouragement, tongue-fucking him faster and harder, humming with pleasure as L's cock rose in a very obvious display of how good it felt to him.
Suddenly, the hot mouth that was melting him pulled away and L was dropped onto his rapist's thighs. L yelped, then keened as his legs were grabbed again and his rapist's cock was pressed up against his asshole. He should say no - but it didn't matter - he should struggle - but it wouldn't make a difference - he should - he should -
He groaned, loud and hungry, as his rapist's cock started to press inside. He shouldn't be ashamed that it felt good, he told himself firmly: it wasn't as if he'd had a choice. So he could - he smiled, remembering the advice given to anyone in his position - relax and enjoy it.
Chance of infection: 10%
His rapist made a pleased sound as L relaxed, slowly burying himself in L's welcoming body until L could feel his groin against L's butt. L shuddered, wondering how large the cock filling him actually was, wondering if he wanted to know. He stared up at the face of his rapist. The blood that had covered it had been rubbed away, leaving one of the most beautiful men L had ever seen smiling down at him lustfully.
"Yeah, you're taking it so well," his rapist purred, making L shiver, and pulled back slowly, a long slow drag that made L's vision blur. "Taking it deep," he breathed as he pushed back in. L whimpered, intentionally keeping himself relaxed and open, not even sure whether the blush on his cheeks owed more to shame or arousal and not really caring as the man above him took him slow and hard. Each thrust in felt unstoppable. Each withdrawl made L want more.
He'd have expected frenzied rutting from one of the infected, but the man taking him seemed intent on drawing it out as long as he could, smiling triumphantly every time he forced a whimper or groan of pleasure from L. The pressure kept building inside L until he couldn't stop himself from reaching for the man, pushing himself up until he was sat on the man's thighs. The new angle made the cock inside him feel even larger, and L's eyes rolled back as he clung to his lover's shoulders.
"Fuck," his lover hissed, "It's that good for you?"
"Yes," L moaned, the first word he'd spoken since asking if he could refuse. His lover growled, one hand dropping to guide L's hips in a new, faster rhythm, the other burying itself in L's hair to tug his head back just far enough for his lover to see his face.
"Let me see those moonlit eyes of yours," his lover panted, and L tucked the words away to consider later even as he stared into his lover's intent gaze, sharp cries bursting out of him with each jolt of their hips until L was arching back, legs wrapped tightly around his lover's waist as he clenched around the cock pulsing inside him and came.
His lover held him close. L vaguely felt that he should be trying to pull back, but it wasn't as if there was anywhere he could go till the moon set - and that wouldn't be for hours.
"I hope you'll come run with us on the next full moon," his lover murmured tenderly.
L froze, suddenly aware of the itch of fluid trickling out of him. His lover had come in him.
Chance of infection: 25%
"I'm Light," his lover - his rapist - introduced himself. "You'll stay in our territory for the next month.
"We want to make sure that you join our pack."