Sacrificed

Sorry for not updating in so long.

Warning: Rape in this chapter. (It's not THAT bad though.)

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Ethan struggled as hard as he could to move his arms and legs, but no matter what he did, his own body would not respond to him. He could move his head and torso slightly, but that did him very little good. He wriggled as much as he could, but that only succeeded in scratching his sore back.

He let out a sound like a feminine shriek as the demon pressed a hand down on his chest. He vaguely heard the leader of the men say something in another language, but it didn't register as he was too terrified. He only realized that they had been speaking when the demon responded to him in the same tongue. The demon's hand left him, making him want to sigh in relief, but a few moments later, he found his lips being forced apart. A kind of flask was turned upside down into his waiting mouth.

The liquid was extremely warm and was rather bitter. Even if it had been better, his reaction would have been the same. He gagged, trying to spit the stuff out. Before he had a chance though, he felt hands forcefully closing his mouth. His eyes closed and he refused to swallow it. As soon as they let go, he would spit it in their faces. Instead of them letting go however, another hand pinched his nose, taking away his ability to breathe. He squirmed pathetically. Finally, he couldn't hold his breath any longer. He swallowed, and the stuff left a strange warmth in his throat.

To his relief, they let go allowing him to breathe. He coughed and sputtered, slightly dizzy. As the coughs left, he began panting and squirming. He was thankful that he could breathe, because he was suddenly feeling far too warm. The heat came from inside of him, leaving him uncomfortable. It was then that he realized that it was from what they had given him. He whimpered, noticing that he had gained the ability to once again move his limbs.

The heat spread to them as well, growing unbearable. What had they given him? He writhed, gasping and whimpering. Everything was so hot. He all but screamed as a hand touched his chest. His entire body was reacting to it. It was a completely different reaction then he expected though. He was horrified to find that certain parts of him reacted well to being touched. He was getting hard.

"No! Stop it! Let go of me!" He cried out as loud as he could. Of course, not a single one of them payed him and mind. He vaguely felt a few hands touching him, and realized that a few of the people were caressing him. His skin was burning, and they were touching him. He shook, both out of fear and because he couldn't help it. His body didn't want to listen to him. It suddenly dawned on him what they had given him. It was an aphrodisiac of sorts.

He groaned, the hands caressing him all over. His balls, cock, chest were all touched. "N-Noooo Stooop..." He begged, as a particularly rough feel left his body jerking. He could barely think.

The chains on his legs were removed, and the hands lowered. When one touched his left ass cheek, everything hit him at once, and he struggled anew, his legs desperately trying to kick at anything the could. When his foot came in contact with a body, he felt a surge of hope, but it faded when sets of hands grabbed his legs and held them tightly. They were pulled roughly up to his chest, and he didn't know whether to feel grateful or not that he was so flexible.

They pulled his legs tighter against his chest, and he felt a chill on his burning skin from being exposed. He felt something touching his exposed opening and tried desperately to once again kick. It didn't help in the slightest that his body wanted to push against the touch. He desperately tried to clench, trying to prevent anything from getting in, but a hand roughly began playing with his perineum, making a cry leave his lips. It also ended up making him release the tension. Moments later, he began crying out louder as what seemed like a finger was forced inside of him. It was wet from something, so it easily slipped in.

He shook. He didn't WANT to enjoy this, but his body betrayed him. Tears were in his eyes as another, then another forced his way inside. He knew what was coming, and the tears dripped down as pleasure swamped his body. His body could only jerk as they found his pleasure spot and pressed against it. He was incoherent, various cries and whimpers escaping his lips.

When a fourth finger wormed it's way inside him, Ethan began screaming and thrashing. It hurt. He was terrified they were going to try and force more into him, but they didn't. It knew, that it should have hurt far more, but they weren't being as rough as they could, and if had just been rape, they wouldn't have given him the aphrodisiac. Something told him that something was not right, but his mind was far too jumbled to think.

His body was burning up, and his cries were almost screams. When the fingers pulled out however, he tried struggling again. The demon was close to him now, and Ethan could see that the cloth that had covered him earlier was gone. His cock was bare, and he was positioning himself over the human boy. Ethan struggled as hard as he possibly could. There were just too many hands holding him down. Then, he was impaled by the demon.

His cries were mostly ignored as he felt the pain of his innocence being taken. The demon didn't move, and he felt free hands touching him. He writhed under them, whimpering as the heat clouded his mind. He let out a choked cry when the demon finally moved. He had been given time to adjust. Then there was no end for him. The thrusts were insistent, and soon, the room was filled with his cries, rising over the low chanting of the group.

He couldn't take it. His body was on fire. Everything for him was just too much to take. His mind was violently protesting, but any will to fight was destroyed as they touched him. A scream tore from him as he felt his sensitive spot being pushed against almost roughly. As much as he hated it, as much as he hated being forced to enjoy this, his body was reaching its limit.

Soon, his mind was far away as he screamed. His body jerked and thrashed under them, as they forcefully brought him to the edge, then pushed him over. Then, the unbearable heat began to leave him, and he felt cold. He was aware of the hands leaving him, and the demon's length slipping out of him, but the sensations were hard to feel. He was growing numb. Weakly, he managed to look upon the demon. His eyes widened. There was a strange, almost light coming off of him, and going into the demon. The draining feeling didn't hurt exactly, but he could feel it.

'Oh god, he's killing me!' Ethan realized. "No! I don't want to die!!" He felt the hands hold him down once more, and he struggled, but soon, he could hardly move. All of his energy seemed to be sucked into the demon. He wanted to cry again, but it seemed he didn't even have the energy to do that. A small whimper escaped him, as he felt his consciousness seem to slip away. Before he could, Jesse wandered into his mind. He hoped his boyfriend had gotten away. That was the last thing he thought of before his fight to stay awake failed, and his mind shut down.

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Ethan didn't regain consciousness for a long while. He groaned softly, curled on his side. He was on a soft bed, covered with blankets. He was naked under them. Weakly, he struggled to open his eyes. He felt like his body was made of lead. He could hardly move, but eventually he managed to sit up and get a look around the room. It was almost Gothic looking, most of the furniture almost medieval. He probably would have taken the time to look around the room, had he not remembered what had happened before he passed out.

He stumbled from the bed, nearly catching himself on the sheets and falling. His eyes were slightly wild as he looked fearfully around the room. It seemed completely empty. He had to find a way to get out of there. He pulled a thin blanket from the bed and wrapped it around his body, managing to knot it so that it would stay. He didn't care if it looked like a ridiculous toga. There were more important things.

There were no windows, so he couldn't try and see where he was, but there were two doorways, each on opposite sides of the room. He ran to the first one and opened it, finding that on the other side, was something like a kitchen. It was pretty large, but to his dismay, there was no door or window in there. He turned, not bothering to shut the door behind him. He ran to the other door and swung it open, expecting to see a hallway, exit, or at least SOMETHING. Instead, he let out an anguished cry. It was a bathroom. Like the kitchen, it was extremely large, with a bathtub the size of a large jacuzzi on one wall, and a large shower along another. Like the other rooms, there was no windows.

Ethan began having a mild panic attack. How had they gotten him in there? There was no doors or windows. Panicking even more, he ran back into the main room and began to desperately claw at the walls, knocking some of the furniture over, including a large bookcase, to check if something was behind it, and a few couches that made up a sitting area in the corner of the large room. Nothing. Both the kitchen and bathroom were thoroughly searched as well. He must have searched for at least an hour. Finally, he fell to the ground, crying. There was no trap doors. There were no hidden entrances. There was no way in or out. He wrapped his arms around himself, feeling dirty again. He could have handled being raped, but they had MADE him enjoy it. He had actually enjoyed having his innocence stolen. Still wrapped in the blanket, he stood, shaking. Wobbling slightly, he stumbled into the bathroom, dropping the sheet and shutting the door.

The bathroom was fairly modern looking, compared to the style of the main room, but he didn't care. Going to the shower, he found that it was modern and normal as well, and he was relieved that when he turned it on, hot water came out of the nozzle. Nozzles actually. There were four of the positioned around the shower, and there was a shower chair along a wall. He ignored it, shutting the shower door behind him as he stepped in.

Without hesitation, he began to furiously scrub his body, rubbing so hard it hurt. He turned the hot water on as high as it would go, but to his surprise, it didn't burn. It must have had some sort of automatic heat sensor, he thought. Shaking, he returned to his task, desperately trying to clean the event from him. Eventually, the steam from the hot water got to him, making him dizzy. He sat down, still ignoring the chair and sitting on the shower floor.

Small sobs escaped him as he wrapped his arms around his knees, holding them tightly. Any tears were washed away by the running water. His head fell on his knees and stayed there. He didn't move. He didn't have the will to. He didn't even know if he should be grateful to be alive. He was never one to hate life, not even now, but he wasn't even sure if he actually WAS still alive. Yes, he knew that death was supposed to bring peace, but then again, He didn't exactly talk to dead people. That could have been a lie.

Hugging his legs tighter, his sobs quieted to whimpers, then his whimpers quieted to sniffles. Then, there was silence, except for the sound of running water. He had no idea how long he was there. He had drifted into his own world, when the water suddenly stopped. Slowly, he looked up. The sight made him fall back, leaning against his arms as he tried to scramble backwards away from the one who had brought him back to awareness. It was the demon that the humans had summoned. It was looking down at him, no emotion on its frightening face.

Ethan pressed himself against the wall of the shower, as far from the demon as he could. Slowly, it reached for him, causing him to let out a soft scream.

"Don't touch me!" He pressed harder against the wall, as if it would give way and let him escape, but of course no such thing happened. The demon stopped however, saying nothing. Instead, he turned and disappeared for a moment. When he returned, he tossed a large and smaller towel at the human, which let out another soft scream until he realized what it was.

The demon watched him expectantly, and Ethan realized that he was waiting for him to dry off. He wanted to refuse, but now that there was no more hot water, Ethan was starting to shiver. He wrapped the extra large towel around his shoulders, before using the other to attempt to dry his hair. The demon still said nothing, simply watching him. Eventually, Ethan was mostly dry. The demon stood to the side of the shower door, waiting.

Ethan wrapped the towel a little tighter around his body. "I-I'm not moving." He managed to get the courage to say. He couldn't meet the creature's eyes though. He stared instead at the shower floor. He looked up slightly though, when he heard something that sounded like a sigh.

"Do as you wish, but I can assure you, you won't be fed or clothed until you actually do get out."

Ethan flinched slightly, hearing him, though his voice didn't sound harsh or angry. It just sounded patient and calm. It was far less intimidating than it had been when he had first heard it. He silently debated for a moment, but when his stomach growled loudly, he knew that he would just have to trust the demon, especially if he wanted to eat or get clothes. He didn't want to stay naked anymore.

Finally, he weakly stood, still not looking at the demon's face. The creature sniffed slightly, before walking toward the exit of the bathroom. Ethan followed slowly, ready to bolt at the first sign of the demon doing anything suspicious looking. He didn't. Instead, he pointed to a set of clothing on the bed, which was in perfect order. In fact, the entire room was back in order, all of the damage that Ethan had caused searching was gone.

Looking at the clothing, Ethan found they were human clothes, that looked brand new. It was a simple pair of black bottoms with a draw string, and a comfortable white t-shirt. Ethan put both of them on hurriedly, glad to not be naked any longer. He looked up to see the demon walking into the kitchen, and followed.

He got a better look of it now then he had earlier. There was a large table towards the right, and on the far left, was a refrigerator, an oven, a microwave, and a large sink. He stopped looking though, when he heard the demon make a sound like he was clearing his throat. He was standing by the table, a plate of food on it. There was chicken, potatoes with gravy, and some mixed vegetables. Next to it, was a large glass of water.

"Eat." He heard the demon say, and he hesitantly made his way toward the table. The demon crossed the room and leaned against the counter. Ethan watched him for a short while, before sitting down and eating. As he took the first few bites, he realized how hungry he was. His normally slow eating sped up after that, and he managed to forget the demon was watching him. When he had cleared the plate, he downed the water, finding that he felt much better.

"Whenever you need anything, just simply go to the refrigerator or cabinets, and will it to be there. It might take you some time to get used to the magic here, but eventually you'll get it to work."

Ethan found himself flinching yet again as the demon spoke, but managed to nod, not knowing what else to say. The demon decided to continue.

"Also, I would appreciate you not taking so long in the shower. It does take magic to run them as well, and though the magical energy stored here replenishes itself at a decent rate, it can run out."

Ethan swallowed, afraid that he had made the creature angry. "I-I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"There's no need for apologies."

Ethan bit his lip gently, finding himself looking up at his captor. Looking at him for a few moments, he suddenly realized something.

"You're shorter." He said, not realizing he had spoken aloud until a moment later.

The demon chuckled. "Yes. I am... By at least a foot. If I arrived small and weak looking when summoned, it would give me a bad image, you see, and though I can handle any challenges to my power that come my way, I try to avoid them when I can."

Ethan thought of what had happened, and it made him squirm slightly. "And I guess kidnapping and raping virgins is looked up upon." He mumbled, not expecting the demon to respond, or even hear him. Of course, he did, but this time, his voice sounded slightly irritated.

"When an offering is made, it is usually accepted, even though I tend to not enjoy those particular meetings with humans. I didn't kidnap you, and despite being forced into sex, you weren't hurt. In fact, as I recall, you were made to enjoy it."

Ethan flinched, wrapping his arms around his body, but he looked up at the demon, glaring. "I didn't want to enjoy it. I wanted to go home. If you didn't want to accept their offering, why did you still do it?!" Ethan's voice steadily increased in volume, until he was yelling.

The glare he got in return made Ethan shrink back, getting off his chair and pressing himself against a wall. He flinched and whimpered as the demon walked over and grabbed his chin, forcing Ethan to look into his eyes.

"Had I not accepted the offering, you would have been thrown to lower demons. Demons who would have taken pleasure in tearing your flesh from your bones, and leaving your entrails scattered about the floor. Instead of being made to enjoy sex, you would have been screaming in agony, while they slowly devoured you, or even slowly dismembered while they kept you alive for days. You think you were tormented? I think not. You were lucky that it was only your virginity that was lost."

Ethan shook, horror running across his face. The demon made a small 'hmph' sound before releasing the terrified human. He turned, planning on leaving the pathetic creature alone, but the human spoke, his voice soft and frail.

"W-Why was that? Why was that all that happened?" Ethan wanted to know why he hadn't been killed or hurt.

Their eyes met once more. "To try and explain it easier, have you ever heard of incubi or succubi?"

Ethan nodded. "They're demons that seduce humans, and have sex while feeding off them, or something like that."

"Yes, well, though I am not and incubus, human desire makes delving into human energy far easier than it would be to normally do it. Do you remember what happened?"

Ethan thought for a moment, then remembered himself being drained of energy. He had thought he was being killed. "You.. fed off my energy after I..." He trailed off, his face heating up slightly as he remembered what had happened.

"I did.. When the energy coming off of you was at its peak. When you were least in control of your body and energy, I easily took it."

Ethan chewed on his lower lip, his curiosity taking hold. "Is.. That the only way you can feed?"

The creature chuckled. "No, but it is how I normally do... It is far easier than having to drink blood or eat flesh. I avoid eating flesh, except for that of other demons, and drinking blood is often harder to get away with. There are many humans willing to couple with a random stranger, and with a spell or two, no one is the wiser that they had just had sex with a demon."

He nodded, as if he understood, before another question arose. "Most humans that have sex with strangers aren't.. virgins though.. I thought-"

"No. They don't have to be for me to feed off of them. Most demons however, enjoy corrupting the innocent, so most worshipers believe that when they make an offering, it has to be pure. And before you get all worked up, no, I do not feel the same way. As long as I can feed, the shell doesn't matter."

"But.. Then why was I.."

"Taken? The humans wanted to get in my good graces, in the hopes I will reward them. Foolish creatures. They will more likely end up burning in hellfire."

Somewhere inside of him, Ethan felt a kind of bitter satisfaction, knowing that the humans were going to be punished in the end for doing what they did, to both him, and Jesse.

Ethan's heart sank as he thought of his boyfriend. He looked up at the demon, who noticed the change in the human's mood. "U-Um... I.. Do you know what happened.. To the other human. Jesse. He was taken too." Ethan bit his lip harshly, enough to hurt, but he didn't stop. He just looked at the demon.

Demonic eyes watching him for a moment, before he heard a response. "From what I believe, he was given as a plaything to another demon, likely as a servant to toy with. The demon eats nothing but the flesh and blood of other demons, so he's probably there to amuse him."

Ethan felt his heart stop for a few beats as he hugged himself once more. "Oh God.. No.." He whimpered, sinking to the floor. Jesse. His Jesse was probably being hurt. He felt tears fill his eyes. He looked up at the demon with pleading eyes. "Please.. Let me go to him.. I don't want to leave him all alone.." He cried, feeling completely helpless.

There was a sigh. "I take it he was your partner?"

Ethan's head moved up and down slowly as he continued to cry.

"You are aware that if you go to him, you'll both likely die at the hands of a rather sadistic demon?"

Ethan whimpered, but nodded, causing another sigh. "You are aware that by me giving you up, I am also giving up a human that I can readily feed off of?"

Ethan held back a soft sob, holding himself tighter. The demon wasn't going to let him go. He wasn't going to be able to see Jesse again. His eyes closed as his body shook from his crying. He jumped when he felt himself being picked up and carried from the room. He struggled, only to be dropped on the bed. He backed himself up against the headboard, that was ornamented with carvings. They pressed into his back roughly as he started at the demon. The creature was looking at him with calm eyes.

"If I was able to bring him to you, what would be given to me in return?"

Ethan's eyes widened. "In r-return?"

"Yes. What would you give to me, to make me want to bring your partner back to you?"

Ethan bit his lip until it bled. What COULD he give? It took him a minute before he realized what the demon wanted from him. "I would... give in to you.. I would listen to you willingly and.. wouldn't resist you.. I would give myself willingly instead of fighting it.." He said, shaking. The demon wouldn't need to drug or bind him if he did as he was told. It would make things easier for him.

A smile formed on the demon's dark features. "You are aware breaking a promise to me would have terrible consequences, correct?" When the human nodded, the smile grew. "Good. I shall have a message sent to my fellow demon that I will be visiting." When Ethan's eyes flew up to him, he spoke quickly to stop him from protesting. "Some demons may be savage and bloodthirsty creatures, but among the more powerful, there is a respect. If I were to simply barge in on him, the chances of getting your 'Jesse' back would drop to almost nothing. He would probably be killed instantly for the trouble, in fact."

The human's eyes turned toward the bed again. The demon's hand lifted his chin once more. "Do not fret. I keep my word, and if all goes well, I should be able to make a bargain to obtain your human."

The expression on Ethan's face became hopeful, and the demon knew that he had won the human over. He let go, sitting upon the bed.

Ethan sniffled softly, wiping most of the tears away as he calmed down. He actually looked like a small child as he did, but the demon said nothing. "Now, as I'm sure you don't know this, but since I'd rather you not come up with other names for me, I shall tell you mine." He knew he had caught the human's interest, because his eyes were lit up slightly. He fought the urge to chuckle. "Atrererus."

"Atrererus." Ethan repeated slowly, trying not to mispronounce it. He frowned slightly. "Do all demons have complicated names?"

This time, he did chuckle. "Some of us do.. If you want, you may shorten it... Say only Atrer perhaps?"

Ethan nodded, slightly relieved. That name was a mouthful. "Thank you, Atrer."

Atrer nodded. "You're welcome. Now... I wish you to uphold our agreement.. Don't worry... I didn't hurt you last time, I will not hurt you this time. Come to me, and prove to me that you will give yourself to me."

Ethan froze for a few moments, face turning red as he looked away from Atrer. He didn't want to touch the demon again, but the demon had promised to bring Jesse back. He chewed his lower lip, before finally moving toward the demon. Shaking, he slowly moved closer.

Atrererus could easily see Ethan's fear. Taking pity, he made it easier for the human. "Do not worry about doing any work. You simply have to kiss me, and I will then do the rest. All you will have to do, is enjoy what I do. Remember, I will not hurt you.." With a willing kiss, Atrer could calm Ethan with a natural spell, making it easier for them both.

The human was less hesitant about the kiss. He had kissed Jesse many times before. With a red face, he slowly managed to get close to Atrer's body. Still shaking slightly, he pressed his lips weakly against the demon's. Moments later, he was relaxing, the spell taking effect.

Carefully stripping him, Atrererus proceeded to prepare him. It didn't take too long, as Ethan wasn't resisting like he had the last time. When he was finished, he took the human gently, pushing Ethan's body until he reached his climax. He let the energy flow through him, as the human was gasping in pleasure, and when his body finally calmed, he stopped taking it in. He didn't take as much as he had the last time, but the result was the same. The exhausted Ethan slipped away.

Atrererus took Ethan's shirt, and used it to clean him. He gently put the pants back on and put the human under the blankets, as his erection subsided. He hadn't felt completion either time he had taken the human. There was no need. He had far more control than any human did, and his body could be controlled further with magic. Then there was the fact that he only took the human to feed, not for pleasure.

He sighed, slightly wondering what he had gotten himself into by accepting this little offering, but he let those thoughts slip away. He had a message to send to a certain arrogant demon. Darkness surrounded him, and he was no longer in his home. He was in the realm of demons. Calling for a demonic messenger, he composed a sealed letter to be given to the one who now had the human that Ethan called Jesse. It could only be opened by its target and the messenger was be-spelled to complete its mission. Finishing his task, he returned to his home to watch his human sleep.

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Soooo... Yeah, that took a while.

Thank you to Usmorgan, Porcelain_Punk, Avihenda, Iamme, Will Treaty, Blue GhostGhost, k0rean_b_sty1n, Smint45, and Kasia-chan for reviewing the first chapter.

Oh, and to Will now you know that Jesse IS alive, but it's going to take some work to get him back.

Please review everyone.