Fear and Desire
Title: Fear and Desire
Author: Whytewytch4
Word count: 3,240
Pairing: Evan/OC, Evan/John
Warning: Non-con, dub-con, human/non-human
Rating: MA for explicit slash
Summary: Lorne finds his deepest fears and deepest desires combine on All Hallows’ Eve.
Disclaimer: Don’t own Evan-wish I did. Don’t own anything you recognize from the Stargate franchise. Again, wish I did. I could be a bazillionaire. Sadly, my only payment is in kind comments from readers. That’s not a hint or anything. Okay, it is; in fact, it’s a blatant plea for comments. Hope you enjoy!
Halloween in Atlantis. The only notice the scientific crew took was to dress in “Star Wars” or “Star Trek” gear, each character arguing fiercely over the merits of their individual fandom. The military men either dressed in old military gear from past wars or as a former president of the United States. The costumes of the staff were more varied. Most considered it a time to have fun, to meet in the mess hall, drink ghoul’s blood punch and eat eye of newt cupcakes. Evan was one of the few who did not dress up, not out of a feeling of silliness over the idea, but because he was worried.
Evan’s mom had been an art teacher, but not just that; she had also been a true artist, whose mind could not be encompassed by any one belief. She had dabbled in Wicca enough to believe in the sanctity of All Hallows Eve, and had taught young Evan a healthy respect for the night when the wall between the worlds wavered and disappeared, allowing things that should not be into the human realm. Evan had been raised believing in the reality of ghosts and demons, werewolves and vampires, and all such things that go bump in the night. The Wraith had not been a huge surprise.
Evan raised his mug of punch, taking one last drink before exiting the mess hall. Even though it was just after supper, it was time to retire for the evening before anything bad happened. He stepped into the transporter and placed his finger on the screen, near the location of his quarters. A jolt of electricity arced through his body, making his nerves feel like they were on fire for a brief moment, and then there was nothingness as his body slid, unconscious, to the floor.
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Evan blinked as he came to, looking around the barren room he was in. His memory returned rapidly. The transporter. Electric shock. But this place looked like neither the transporter nor the infirmary. He sat up groggily, holding his head against the pain, and looked around. Hearing noises, he continued to rise cautiously until he was crouching behind a console of some kind. He peered over the top of the console to see a man working near a platform. He blinked. Not a man-Michael-the half man/half Wraith creature that had accidentally been spawned from Dr. Beckett’s failed genetics research. And that was not a platform, it was a bed. Chains hung from the headboard and Evan swallowed uneasily. His hand moved slowly to his sidearm.
The figure turned to show its profile and Evan realized it was not Michael-the features were much more human and quite handsome. This is what Lucifer must’ve looked like when he stood defying God. Fine white hair was held back by a thong, almond-shaped eyes glittered black in a face pale as parchment yet fine of feature. The being’s ears were pointed like a Fae’s, its cheekbones high and fine, its chin strong. Long, slender fingers reached up to tug on the chains, testing their strength. The creature was tall, but Evan could discern no more behind the black leather duster it wore. Large black boots adorned with metal buckles stuck out below the jacket.
Evan pressed a hand to his ear, searching for his radio. Of course it was not there; no doubt the radio had been removed by Lucifer. Then why’d he let me keep my glock? Evan looked down at the weapon, wondering if the creature had missed it somehow. Sitting right there in plain sight on your hip, Evan? He smiled sardonically. No, the gun had been left there for a reason. Perhaps to show that it meant Evan no harm? More likely, in Atlantis, on All Hallows Eve, to show Evan that it didn’t fear his puny sidearm.
Evan decided escape without catching notice would be best. But how? If there was a door into this chamber, it was completely indiscernible from the walls. The only items of furniture in the room to hide him were the console he was currently crouching behind, the bed, and a table that stood next to the bed. The table had three drawers in it, but it stood only three feet high and was…next to the bed. Damn!
A deep chuckle had Evan’s eyes widening as he did his best to melt into the console. “You look for escape but there is none. Stand.” Evan was compelled to obey, his legs seeming to move of their own accord. He turned to face the creature, pulling his gun quickly into position. The creature tilted its head. “You don’t want to shoot me, Evan. Drop the gun.”
How in the He… Evan lowered the gun, allowing it to fall to the floor. “Who…? What…?”
Thin lips drew back, exposing long fangs in what was apparently a grin. “I am a creation of those you call the Ancients. A…what would you call it? Skeleton in their closet? Not wholly Wraith, nor fully human. My DNA was mixed in with a creature called a vampire, from another galaxy.” It paused. “Your galaxy. I was made many eons ago to serve the…unusual…sexual tastes of my creators, who liked their sex with an edge of danger. I am driven by twin needs-to copulate and to feed.”
“Copulate? Well, see we’re gonna have a problem then. You appear to be a male, and I am a male, so…” Evan swallowed noisily as he watched a grin of amusement light the beautiful features.
“So what? I can still fuck you senseless, Evan. You have no idea how hard it is to hold back from just taking you right now. I am ruled by my appetites, and become violent when I am left without. I was confined soon after my creation, deemed to dangerous to let out among the populace. Only my masters could release me. You must be my new master.”
Evan was mesmerized by the creature’s gaze, but something in its words registered in his addled brain. “Wait. If I am your master, then I order you to release me and return to your confinement.”
Again, that insidious chuckle. “You misunderstand. My masters created me so that they could play the slave to me. My masters had more…eclectic…tastes than those of their peers. Enough chatter. I am hungry. We will begin.”
Evan felt the sweat break out on his forehead. “Hungry? Begin? Wouldn’t you like to, I don’t know, find an appetizer first?” He hoped it would want to hunt, and therefore exit the chamber, allowing Evan to escape and call for reinforcements. He didn’t want to sacrifice anyone else, but if the thing fed on him and then escaped out into Atlantis with no warning to the others, it could be devastating.
“You will be my appetizer, my meal, and my dessert, Evan Marcus Lorne. And I will enjoy every…last…drop.” The creature licked its lips, its eyes traveling proprietarily up and down Evan’s body, a feral grin somehow darkening its features. Lucifer had used his name before. How in the Hell did it know his name?
“I read your thoughts, Evan, your every desire stands before me. I know you desire to leave, but a part of you desires even more to see this to completion. You wish to lie with a man, but you wish to have the decision taken from you, and so I shall.” Evan’s gut clenched, his eyes widened; the creature was reading his mind, his darkest desires. He would have run, but there was nowhere to run to. He would have to fight it. If he could.
“Look, I don’t even know your name. Usually I know my lovers’ names.” Evan’s breath was coming fast now. He had never been with a male and had expected that, if he ever was to have sex with his own gender, it would at least have been with a human. A full-blooded human, he amended. His buttocks clenched in fearful anticipation.
The creature advanced until it was standing in front of him, its warm breath caressing his face. Its breath was almost sickly sweet, not fetid as Evan had expected. “You may call me what you wish. Lucifer, is it? Yes, that is what you are calling me.”
Evan raised his head until he could look into its eyes and was immediately sorry. Flames seemed to dance in the dark irises as Lucifer bent its head, inhaling deeply as it nuzzled him. There was a moment of exquisite pain and then the creature was drinking deeply, growling as it suckled his blood. Evan raised his hands to try to fight and the creature growled deeper, like a dog protecting a bone.
Minutes later, the beast released him. Evan watched in fascinated horror as his blood slowly dripped from the creature’s fangs to run down its neck. A pink tongue, seemingly incongruous in its innocence, darted out to lick the pale lips. “Mmm. Delicious.”
Lucifer began a leisurely stroll around Evan, its gaze roaming over his body as though Evan were a prize stud at a horse sale. It stopped behind Evan, leaning in to sniff once more at his neck and then in a sudden movement, threw Evan to the floor. He landed with a thud on the hard steel, his knees and hands painfully absorbing the impact. He struggled, trying to get away.
“Stay where you are until I tell you to move or until I move you.” Lucifer’s voice spoke from somewhere above him and once more, Evan found himself in thrall of that soft baritone. He heard the rustle of clothing as the creature knelt behind him, felt the heat of its body along the back of his thighs. He whimpered in fear as the sound of tearing cloth reached his ears and he felt the short ragged nails gouge his flesh. Long, slender fingers pried open his buttocks. A long tongue flicked against his hole and he squirmed, trying to escape. The tongue pushed into him as he struggled and Lucifer’s grip on his hips tightened. An evil chuckle vibrated down the slender tongue right into Evan’s ass and despite his fear, he felt his balls contract in pleasure.
Evan could feel the hot breath on his buttocks as Lucifer’s tongue moved deeper. He knew he should be trying to escape, but the pleasure shot through him as that warm, moist probing moved deeper. The creature made sounds of approval as Evan stopped squirming. Warm saliva dripped down Evan’s inner thighs, turning cool as it hit the air and Evan gave a small shudder. One well-muscled arm snaked around his middle, holding him in place, while the other disappeared. A moment later, Evan felt a slender finger run up his inner thigh, mopping up the saliva as it went. The finger nudged against his opening. Evan was terrified of the creature, terrified of being raped by it, mortified that a part of him wanted it to fuck him. He felt the finger push into his asshole and cried out; the creature seemed not to hear, steadily pushing the digit deeper and deeper. Evan thought of the extraordinarily long fingers curled around his stomach and shuddered. Just when he thought the finger tip must surely be entering his intestines, he felt hairless knuckles rub against his buttocks. He swallowed in relief and heard the creature chuckle once more.
“You cannot fight what you know you want.” Lucifer’s voice was low and menacing. It pulled its finger out and thrust it in once more, making Evan gasp as it began a slow rhythm.
“You do want this. Maybe not this exact scenario, but you are one who likes to face his fears, and I combine many of them. The fear of the Wraith, the old fear from your mother of vampires and demons, the fear of the feelings you have sometimes for other men. I am Fear. I will feed on you and if you survive, you will be stronger for it.”
With a jerk, the creature removed its finger and flipped Evan over onto his back, shredding his remaining bits of clothing and tossing them aside in the process. Evan tried to fight, but it grabbed his chin and looked into his eyes. “Submit.” Black irises glowed red for a moment and Evan felt his will slipping away. “That’s better, Evan.” Lucifer reached down and shredded through the lacings of his boots, removing both the shoes and socks in one smooth motion on either foot. It took hold of his hand, bringing their twined fingers to rest on Evan’s traitorous erection. Lucifer smiled as it began to move their hands up and down, gently squeezing. Evan closed his eyes as the waves of pleasure began to take him over.
“That’s right, Evan. Think of him as we stroke you. Think of him. Who is it this time? Ronon? McKay? Beckett? Zalenka? No, not them. Not this time. It’s Sheppard, isn’t it? Your commander. On his knees, his mouth wrapped around you. Servicing you. He flicks his tongue along your length and into the slit as he sucks. His brown eyes look up at you, looking to you for guidance.” Evan moaned as the image formed in his mind. He could swear he was standing, with Sheppard on his knees, sucking like a cheap whore. He reached out to grab the back of Sheppard’s head, thrusting his hips at the colonel’s face; for a bare moment, he felt the creature’s hairless flesh under his hand and then he felt the colonel’s soft dark hair running through his fingers. Harder, faster, his strokes deeper. He could hear Sheppard choking, but he held tighter as his cock invaded his commander’s throat. With a strangled cry, he held tight, burying himself and spurting his cum deep down Sheppard’s throat.
Evan came back to reality to find the creature’s mouth on his belly, sucking up the spunk there. He watched in disgusted fascination as it lifted his legs and placed its mouth against his ass, depositing the cum in his hole.
“Now you are wet for me, Evan. As you will need to be. Remember, I am Fear.” With that, the creature opened its jacket to reveal its throbbing erection. Long and thick with bulging veins, it pulsed between them, definitely inspiring fear as Evan thought of where Lucifer planned to put it. The creature pressed the wide head against Evan’s tight ass and pushed in. Evan cried out in pain as the thick cock opened his virgin opening. He was disgusted and yet more turned on than he could ever remember being. He didn’t care that the creature was not human. He wanted it to fuck him. He wanted to feel it invade his body, to feel it thrust into him. He knew it would hurt; the nerves at the edge of his asshole burned from the invasions they had already experienced. He gritted his teeth and reached down to hold himself open. His gaze met the lust-filled one of Lucifer.
“Do it.” His voice was gravelly from speaking through his teeth. The creature grinned, exposing long fangs that dripped with saliva. It pinched his flesh as it also held him open, and then the hips surged forward and Evan was glad the rooms were soundproofed; no one would hear him and come to his rescue but neither could they find him in so compromising a position. His hands fell to his sides, his nails scoring his palms against the pain. Evan’s cry spurred the creature on; it pulled out slightly and thrust deep once more, pushing its length inexorably deeper while holding Evan in place. Lucifer continued to force its way in as Evan whimpered and whined beneath it, his asshole contracting as it tried to expel the thick length of cock. Tears welled in his eyes at the burning pain but he reached up once more to grasp the sides of his asshole and force them open, pushing his hips up as the creature pushed down. It seemed to take hours, but it was only minutes later that the creature’s balls slapped against Evan’s buttocks. It moved from side to side, opening Evan’s ass even more, then thrust in small, shallow movements for a few moments. It rested, moving its hands to Evan’s hips and then to his chest.
“Now comes the fun, Evan.”
“I know.” Evan swallowed, his eyes glazed with lust as he thought of how much it would hurt at first, but then of how much pleasure he was sure would come with the creature’s cock thrusting in and out of him, fucking him for all they were worth.
“No, you don’t know. I am not only Fear. I am the Giver and Taker of Life. I already told you that I would feed from you. My masters wanted to have the life nearly sucked from their bodies, but didn’t want to pay the ultimate price. They wanted to dance along the edge of the precipice-to experience the fall but not the death.” The creature placed a hand on Evan’s chest and Evan’s eyes went wide with horror as he felt the feeding apparatus lock onto his flesh, felt the injection begin. He was going to die.
“Yes, Evan. I am going to suck the life out of you, and then I’m going to give it back. Fuck me hard, Evan. Squeeze me, make me cum. Only when I cum will you receive your life back. Even as my hand takes away the years, my semen gives it back. When I fill your ass with my cum, your nearly lifeless husk will be restored.”
Evan could feel the life being drained already. His lips were dry. He looked down to see wrinkles forming on his skin and knew he’d better get Lucifer off sooner rather than later, or there would be no later. Pushing his hips up and down, he thrust his body at the invading cock. He opened his ass on every upward push to allow the creature greater depth, then squeezed tight on every downstroke, milking the enormous erection on its way out. Faster, harder he thrust, watching hopefully as Lucifer’s eyes glazed over in lust. The pain had turned to pleasure, despite the life being drained from him and Evan found himself whimpering and moaning, begging Lucifer to join him, to fuck him. With a strangled cry the creature did just that, releasing its hold on his chest to grab Evan’s hips and bury himself violently over and over in Evan’s asshole.
The pleasure rode Evan in tsunami waves, crashing over his body and destroying it, wiping clean any remnants of the prior, reserved Evan. Lucifer continued its assault, its hips nearly a blur as it fucked him. With a roar that would’ve wakened the dead, it buried itself and Evan could feel its cock throbbing in his pain-wracked center as it filled him with its life-restoring spunk. Pulse after pulse flooded into his ass and then the creature was done, drained. Evan felt the youth returning to his flesh and it even seemed like the nerves of his ass no longer burned. The creature collapsed on top of him, still buried inside of him.
“We will rest, and then we will play some more,” it whispered in his ear. The creature’s words made Evan shudder, but he was no longer sure if it was with revulsion or anticipation.