Fever

Title: Fever
Fandom: Original
Characters: Luka and Edaniel Forrest
Prompt: Non-con
Word Count: 3,540 (10 FUCKING pages >.> THATS A LOT OF SMUT PEOPLE)
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: YEAH its 12:30 at night and this could prolly use an edit... LATER :D again, little back story, just fun smut! Mind the non-con, that means RAPE people!



I swear with an apartment as big as ours… it should be impossible to get bored. It’s not, it’s really not.

My flip flops rub the tops of my feet raw, plastic sawing against my sweaty skin as I move. The cheap plastic claps against the cracked pavement as I walk, directionless, down the street. Summer’s made the night muggy, sticky, a haze of blurry street lights and drunken fire flies floating through the humid midnight wind.

Thanks dad, you fucked up my sleep schedule, too.

I know it’s time to go home (it’s past time to go home, actually) but I just don’t feel like it. I’m sick of being stuck in that hopelessly huge empty place. I’m sick of fighting with you and listening to you fucking with that asshole because you need something to distract you from me.

And I can’t believe I just admitted the reasoning behind that. Briefly I consider going to see Elizibeth, my own personal pretty distraction (who loves you more anyway) and think that maybe I can share whatever it was I blindly picked out from the strip mall down the block. The plastic feels flimsy against my fingers, wet, like everything else that’s just sweating and waiting for this night to be over.

I don’t actually think you were home tonight, Dad, but that doesn’t really matter. It stopped mattering the moment I caught myself lingering in your doorway, toying with the idea of sliding under your sheets for a short little nap, hoping you’d come home and-

-and I’m not going to let myself do that again. I can’t. I’m sick of feeling dirty.

It’s easy to be mad at you, to blame you, because it was an accident when I kissed you that day. You turned you head. You kissed back. It’s so, so easy…

But I don’t.

I love you too much for that.

There’s a sudden sick emptiness inside me, and I stop in the middle of the dead-empty street. The streetlights pour dirty light and I watch it stain my hands; stare down blind as I deal with the pain of missing you. A sob clenches my throat and I rip off my glasses, furiously rubbing my eyes.

This is so stupid. I hate fighting with you, I just… I just want you to hold onto me. That’s all (It’s not all, but that’s what I’ll say, because I miss you that much).

I suddenly realize how stupid, how childishly rebellious it is to stride out into the midnights streets for a little aimless stroll. What was I expecting? That you’d suddenly realize I was missing and come rushing to find me?

No, you probably don’t notice, you’re probably still out with him, training yourself to be normal.

And what am I doing? Pulling my leash to get your attention like some stupid pet… why am I such a child? No wonder we can’t-

Enough. I’m just going to go home… and I hope you’re there. I miss you, Dad. Despite everything… I miss you, and I love you, and I hope you’re there when I get home so we can just… watch a movie, or something.

“Edaniel,” I spin too quickly, feeling the shopping back slap my thighs and make me stumble, trip over my own cheap plastic sandals. My feet threaten to let me fall, but you’d never let something like that happen. You know I’m clumsy; you’re always ready to catch me. It’s so hard to be mad at you for kissing me that one time (or the other times). Anyway… it’s not like I stopped you.

I love you.

I’m sorry.

“O-oops,” I stutter with less grace then usual, offer up a soft sheepish smile while my bangs flutter across my eyes. The leather of your coat is warmer then your skin, somehow both soft and rough against the bare skin of my chest. I never do up my shirts; it’s too hot, but recently… I make sure. “S-sorry, I-“

“What are you doing out so late?” I flinch, leaning back as if to move, but your hands clip over my shoulders and keep me still. My eyes swell as I look up as you, shaking the tattered crimson bangs from my face, so I can see you.

“Just… just…” my voice withers in my throat.

Somehow you look paler then usual, wilder. The silver in yours hair looks sharp, the dirty street like dripping like thick honey down your face, setting rings of scolding orange in your crimson kissed eyes. Your lips are parted, seeping hungry hisses of breath whispering out.

“You know I’m to busy to deal with this tonight, you know I’m-“

“Hunting,” I finish for you, horrified apologies tangling together in my brain as they try to rush for my lips all together. “G-god, I forgot, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Jake told me you’ve been missing for four hours, where the hell did you go?”

“Just out to the store, I-I was bored, I didn’t think, I-“

“Damn right you didn’t think,” The crimson in your eyes bleeds red light down your face and I flinch, ignoring the cold sick thrill carving down my spine.

“I-I’m sorry I’ll go home right now,” my heart is cantering against my ribs, can feel my pulse throb in my throat. I never meant to do this. I never meant to interrupt something important. Yes, I wanted you to notice but, to worry but… I wanted to interrupt you with him, not like this!

Fingers buckle around my shoulders and hold me still, press the sweat-damp cotton to my skin and remind my just how hot I am. I sink back but you don’t let go, your eyes cutting through me like a scalpel. Oh god, I’m sorry!

“What were you doing out so late, young man?” There’s defined restraint in your voice, and I’m half way between deciding just what kind of trouble I’m in.

“J-Just trying to kill time, I couldn’t sleep so I went to the store and…” my arms rattle as I lift the plastic bag, the contents jangle, the sound scattering the lingering fire flies. The darkness is more complete now; faraway squares of it cut out by the streetlights… close to me stained red by your eyes. “I was going to do some baking so…” I can’t finish sentences around you; I’ve yet to figure out why.

One of your hands unclasps from my shoulder, and it’s only then I realize how hard you were holding; my skin buzzes as the blood rushes back. A small whimper touches my lips and I curve by body away, dizzy from the constant tremble of my heart.

Plastic crinkles as you thrust your hand forward and reach into the bag, almost frantic for some reason, your fingers fumbling around the many mismatched items I picked out.

The far away streetlight makes the bottle of honey look like solid amber as you draw it from the bag, with the finesse of a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat.

“And what is this for?”

“Baking, l-like I said, I was going home to bake and-”

“But Edaniel my son,” there’s something so cool about your tone, something so sharp about your eyes as you tilt you head down to better see me. Black threads drift across the deep red of your eyes. You don’t blink. I shiver from the inside out, all the blood flooding to my cheeks and my neck. “You’re not heading in the right direction…”

“P-Pardon me?”

“You’re not heading towards our house…”

“Oh,” I twist my neck around, starring through the spin of my bangs, fighting to get a good look around with one of your hands still tight on my shoulder.

Where am I? How far did I wonder?

“We are close to that bitch’s house, though…” Your voice is a seething hiss against my throat. Your lips brush my throat as you speak but don’t kiss; your fangs kiss.

Panic coils around my stomach, my heart fluttering against my ribs.

My blood sizzles down to the tip of every vein.

“Oh…” I sound so breathless.

“What were you going to do with this anyway my boy…?” you press the cool hard plastic of the honey bottle to my chest, my fingers fumble to catch it.

“N-nothing, I-” a gasp cuts my words as your lips soothe the warm skin of my ear, your breath hotter then the summer air. A moan crawls up from deep inside me but I shut my throat, letting out only a muted whimper.

“Were going to smear it all over her soft-”

“D-dad!” I choke, feeling the dull buzz between my legs flare to a painful ache. “N-no! I told you! I was just going home, I got turned around and I-”

“Likely, have you been getting jealous? Don’t think I don’t notice those beautiful eyes starring from the doorway when Conner and I-”

“D-Dad!”

“Don’t think I don’t notice your little hand while you-”

“S-stop!”

“Stop?”

“Y-yes!”

You laugh and it’s cruel and cold and I can feel it slide down my spine in an uneasy shiver. Your hand knots into my hair and you pull, and I stumble further away from the muddy reach of the faraway street lights, into the solid hot darkness of the nearest ally way.

“If you’re going to whine like a child, I’ll give you something to whine about…” you purr, sweet and sinister, fingers weaving deeper into my hair. The air is crushed from my lungs; you’re pressing me against the sandpaper-dry ally wall, grinding your half-hard cock against me through the thinning denim of my shorts.

Oh fuck, oh, my brain just wants to melt.

“D-dad n-no,” I mewl, squirming against the wall, feeling my body heat up. I shut my eyes so I don’t have to see my hands shaking white against the dirty brick.

“Take off your clothes.”

“B-but-!” we’re in an ally, are you insane?!

“Do it,” your eyes radiate against the darkness, the dim greasy light letting your bangs throw sweaty-silk shadows across your face.

I swallow, mind unwinding little by little, crumbling into a mess of unreadable pieces. I’m not breathing as my hands work numbly, peeling off the damp fabric that clings to my skin. The off-white shirt fluttered to the ground, my jean shorts and boxers lying in a crumpled pool around my ankles.

“D-dad I don’t want-” I’m shaking so much I can hardly speak.

“I don’t care,” you hiss, leaning forward, your constricted cock nudging at my belly. My head is spilling and I grasp at the wall for support, trying to back up where there is no where to go. “I’m sick of you fighting what I know you want.” Your hands bite my shoulders and turn me, shutting my front against the stone. I taste blood against my tongue as the world swings unevenly around my, dizziness making my limbs heavy.

“B-but we can’t, we shouldn’t, we-” when I try to see clearly I can’t; I’m crying, and I can’t hold in a sob.

“Edaniel…” your cloak hangs around me like warm shadow, but the heat is suffocating as much as comforting. I feel safe, because there is no one but you and me… and terrified, for the same. “Edaniel… you always say ‘can’t’ or ‘shouldn’t’… but you never say you don’t want to…” you’re drawing back and I’m about to do it, I swear to god I’m about to tell you to get the hell off of me and let me put my clothes back on when-

“A-ah…” there’s a cool sticky prick of something on my back. A few more dot over my skin and trickle down, slithering down the gentle dip of my spine. The sweet smell of honey is overpowering in the soaking-humid summer air.

You croon sweet quiet things as the honey slithers down my spine, as you watch me shake helplessly against the ally wall.

“D-dad, please,” I struggle to gather up everything it takes to ask you to stop, “P-please…”

Your laugh flutters against my ears as you spill more honey down my spine. It’s cool, compared to the outside air anyway, making me shiver and- and- oh…

It’s gone so low… I can feel your eyes following the leading drops as the fall below the small of my back, dipping between cheeks of my ass. A strangled cry fights past my lips and my hips jolt against the wall. Oh, fuck, I’m so hard its agony.

“Do you like that?”

“N-no, stop!”

“Lying isn’t right Edaniel…”

I only sob.

“I should punish you…”

“N-no…”

“You fight back so weakly, you must want it…”

I don’t have time to argue back this time, not with your shaft spreading the honey between my cheeks, soothing the cool thick fluid against something inside me that’s clenched so tightly it’s making me ache. I moan as the tears slide down my cheeks, try to lean away, but you catch my shoulders and pin me hard to the wall. Your tongue slides up my ear, your breath an erratic flutter against my skin as your hips rock. Your head dips inside me and I push you out, feeling the honey drizzle my insides.

“G-god, no, please,” I force the words out as I force you out as well, clenching my thighs together, feeling all the panic flutter inside my chest, ready to break out, crack me open, kill me.

I’m so. Fucking. Hard.

“If you tighten up like that my child, it’s just going to hurt more…”

“P-please, don’t do it Dad, please, just don’t, just-”

I hear your soft sigh, the faintness of your breath on the air as you purr, over my own ragged broken shriek. My cock rubs the wall as you thrust, firm sharp spikes of movement. You’re pulling part my insides and I’m sick, sick on the smell of blood and honey.

“G-god please stop, please, please daddy-”

“You owe me something my child, you interrupted my hunting…” there’s something that undoes me about the way you talk like this, smooth and distorted like crinkled black silk. You’re so composed and unraveled when you’re fucking me.

“Th-that doesn’t mean I- oh owe you, ah fuck this kind of-”

“Would you rather I bite you?”

My ribs ache against my lungs as I gasp, too deeply, and writhe against the wall. Your teeth skim my neck from behind and it’s all I can do not to let myself come.

It’s to wet already, the blood and honey dripping down the inside of my legs.

“Beautiful…” you purr in a tone I’ve heard a thousand times before, your fingers smearing the red and gold up the insides of my legs. I hear the metal of your jewelry ring like jingle bells, the steady rhythm of your breath, and the hammer of your heart beat on my back like some horrible song in the back of my thoughts.

The smell of blood and honey bites my nose.

“Lick,” the word is punctuated with a vicious thrust snap of your hips. A cry flies helpless from my raw throat and you plunge your fingers inside, stroking my tongue gently. Sweet, salt, and copper linger on your skin as I close my mouth and suck, eager for this- this-

This pain

This torture

This rape to end.

(Before I come begging and have to admit I liked it)

“Good boy… Mmmm…” your purr makes my insides dissolve, “That’s right… ah, what a sweet little mouth you have, maybe next time I’ll fuck that…”

I whine around your fingers, feeling myself clench, hearing the sick wet sound of blood and honey as it runs in a sticky mess down your shaft.

“Oh Edaniel, you’re so good… ah, virgin blood is the sweetest… don’t you agree…?” you wiggle your fingers in my mouth and thrust hard, crushing me against the wall.

“Don’t you?”

“Y-yes daddy.”

“Do you want more?”

Oh god, you can’t expect-

“Do you?”

“Y-yes Daddy.”

“Then… you’ll lick it off me,” you pull out and I gasp, sinking to my knees, crumbling brokenly as my hands trail down the wall.

“Edaniel… you’re so beautiful… your hair looks like blood down your back…” your fingers slide through my hair and I moan, desperate for the light touch to distract me from the painful throb between my legs. “Now turn around…”

I do, and before I can think you’re thrusting into my mouth and I’m struggling to lick off the honey before it drips down my chin and makes me feel more dirty then I do now.

“Fuck, yeah…” you gasp, bucking your hips and-

-Oh fuck-

I can’t breathe!

I wriggle my tongue against you; lapping helplessly hoping you’ll come and pull out so I can-

But you don’t, you keep going, moan and growl as I choke around you. Your eyes roll back in your head as you grab my hair and pull me, push yourself down my throat and buck.

I cry as the gravely pavement bites into my bare knees, my palms, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m lifting them and letting my fingers rest lightly on your hips. My eyes shut tightly and I pull you, urging you faster, my cheeks curving in as I suck with the little air I can pull in.

Just come, please, so I can breathe and it can be over and you will leave me-

“Don’t… worry… son…” something about your voice makes me look up. You’re wearing a hazy drunken smile, your eyes a kaleidoscope of green and red. Your dick slides out of my mouth with a wet pop –I gasp- and you rock your hips forward, smearing wetted down honey, blood, and pre-cum over my cheek. “When I’m done…” you trace your head over my lips, snap your hips sideways so your cock slaps my face. Even though I’m gasping, even though I’m taking in so much air I’m dizzy… it feels like nothing at all. I can’t stop looking at you; I can only imagine how wide my eyes must be. “When I’m done… I’ll lick every bit of blood and honey from you as well.”

I can feel so distinctly the honey oozing down my thighs, clinging to my balls, dripping from… from… oh, god, your tongue, th-there…?

“What’s that look for…?” your thumb steals a tear off my cheek, smears it down your own cock before you snatch my hands of your hips and make me touch you.

“I-I don’t want-!”

“You do.”

“I don’t!” I near scream, a sob tumbling out of me as you thrust into my closed hands, your cock bobbing close to my face with each move.

“Don’t lie, my sweet child,” there’s a mocking sweetness to your voice that glues my eyes to your face, to your tongue as it slides across your teeth and I know, I know soon it will be licking me just there and-

I want to argue, I do but… I can’t. I don’t want to open my mouth while your coming on my face.

And oh fuck, its warmer, and smoother, and richer then honey and blood.

“Edaniel,” your hands are in my hair and you’re rubbing against my face, smearing, making a mess of me. “Edaniel, Edaniel, Edaniel…”

Oh, the ache, I want… my hands shake on my thighs and it hurts so much I want to touch myself, right there in the ally with you, rubbing against my face.

“Edaniel…”

I don’t think I can stop myself.

“Edan…”

But I know I have too…

“Ed… Ed… iel….”

Oh, god, I’m such a…

“Edaniel!”

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“Edaniel!”

“H-huh?” I’m so disoriented; I can’t tell what’s happening.

“Edaniel, are you okay?”

“What?” my brain kick starts and too many things come to my attention all at once. Cool damp sheets wrapped around me. The air conditioner whirring above my bed. Soft green eyes. The smell of chicken noodle soup. The gentle bell-like sound of your jewelry as you move. Your kind shy smile.

Silk-soft forest green beautiful loving eyes.

“D-dad?”

“Here Edaniel, sit up, are you okay? You were coughing a lot in your sleep and you seemed like you were having a bad dream…where you?” You stroke my back with your free hand, the other steadying the tray on your lap. Steam curls up from the bowl of soup and kisses your face, your silhouette cut out from the dark of my room by the barely-there light fluttering in from the hall.

“Y-yeah… I think so…”

“Here, I brought you something to eat, let me held you sit up…” as your arm slides around my shoulders, I have enough presence of mind to drag a pillow over my lap.

“Dad, didn’t you… have a date with Conner tonight…?”

“No, I told you already… I don’t want to leave you with such a bad fever…”

“Oh, thanks…”

And when I couldn’t draw the strength to lift the spoon, you fed me.

And after you left, when I could draw the strength to keep my hand off my cock, you were in my thoughts as I was coming.


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