Payment
by Himutako Mizumi
Tags: White x Baam, hints of established KhunBaam, explicit sexual content, rape/noncon (or dubcon), more like coerced into sex, anal sex, anal fingering (I don’t know how to tag. I just repeated the tags I put in AO3 XD)
Malicious silver eyes stalk the slayer candidate through the hallways of the base. The scene he saw at the end of the battle was simply so delicious, White couldn’t resist the urge to lick his own lips: the little slayer candidate getting caught in the Khun boy’s arms, who read easily through his perfect fake smile. He didn’t cry though, and that emotional strength lighted the fire within White even more. He was probably suffering with the guilt of using those souls inside him. The ones he took from White, thanks to that traitorous clone of his. The little slayer is a fucking fool. Those were collected exactly for that purpose, to be used in battle.
Well, the fact that he used them nonetheless meant he finally understands he has to do anything in order to achieve his goals. If he wanted to save his master, he would need to use everything in sight: those souls, the canine people, his own friends… even his hated foe, White. That was, actually, what gave him the idea.
He followed Viole through shadows, making sure no one followed them. He had to wait for that arrogant blue-haired boy to finally leave his prey. The Khun boy led Viole to his own bedroom, and he had to wait outside for almost two hours. When they came out, they remained talking at the door frame. The slayer candidate still looked kind of sad, but also glad for the concern the other one expressed for him. But to White, it was disgusting. A real slayer should be gazed upon with fear, not with deep affection and concern. His slayer candidate wasn’t weak; he didn’t need to be protected in the slightest. He defeated White once before, for God’s sake, it was obvious he was really strong. Despite that, Viole seems to rejoice in that protective attitude, in the evident love the Khun boy feels for him. That scene, though, was useful to make him sure of his suspicions.
Maybe White has to teach Viole exactly how he should be gazed upon.
The slayer candidate gets to his own bedroom at last, and White slips through the door the other carelessly left open. He knows Viole feels his presence, so he takes the invitation. Such a trusting fool. Or is it arrogance? Well, that arrogance will cost him highly.
“What do you want, Mr. White?” Viole is lying in his bed, looking at the ceiling instead of him.
“You left the door opened. Aren’t you getting cocky?”
“I just thought that, if you wanted to enter, you would do it either way. Saved some trouble to my door.”
“You are right. I would have entered even if you locked it.” White walks towards him, sitting at the border of the bed.
“So, what do you want?” The look in his eyes seems kind of defensive, alert, but he doesn’t bother to take a stance. So innocent, so arrogant.
“Look at you, spread on the bed like that, just for me.”
That gets a reaction from him. Viole uses his elbows to get up a little, and a very pale pink covers his cheeks slightly. “I’m not-”
“In the past, I’m sure you wouldn’t have gotten that joke. You were so clueless about everything, so innocent, even though power radiated through your body.” White gets a grip of him by the chin, looking directly into those big golden eyes. “You are still so fucking pure even though you got even more powerful but… Something changed, didn’t it?”
Suddenly, Viole gets away from him, getting off the bed and walking towards the door. “If you don’t have anything to discuss with me, please leave, Mr. White. I need to rest before the next battle.”
His voice sounds firm and defiant, but that only adds to the fun. White catches him by the wrist before he can get to the door, and uses his full body to push the slayer candidate against the wall. Before Viole can speak up, he puts one of his long, white fingers over those sweet lips.
“I saw you with the Khun boy today, at the end of the battle.” Viole seems intrigued and stops resisting for a moment. Good boy. “He held you in his arms with so much love, you know? It was disgusting. And, at the same time, it was delicious.”
A look of disgust at the way White said the word delicious takes over the slayer candidate’s cute face.
“So what? Yes, Mr. Khun embraced me for a little while. He is my best friend and he was worried about me. I used a new power, after all.”
“Yeah, the miracle. You used those souls so efficiently they still linger inside your body. It was amazing. You have my respect now, slayer candidate. You looked godly, just like me when I killed the owners of those very same souls. We are not so different after all, don’t you think?”
Viole lowers his head, overwhelmed with guilt again. Strike. He looks so sad it’s making him excited, hungry. His soul must be so, so appetizing. “Mr. Khun said I'm different from you… I believe in him.”
Now he looks so sure of himself. Who can understand this strange boy? It’s that annoying Khun brat’s influence, White knows that. And it pisses him off to no end, for some reason. Well, at least those words gave him the pass to expose those very same feelings. The feelings the slayer candidate obviously has for the Khun boy.
“You were so obsessed with that blonde bitch, that I didn’t think you were into men. And into dominant men, at that.”
He opens his eyes completely, in shock. “…What!? We don’t… We don’t see each other like that.”
“You got better at sarcasm and mockery, but you are still so bad at lying. At first, I thought it was one-sided, though. He always looked at you so very tenderly, full of affection. And sometimes he looks at you hungrily, like he is going to devour you from head to toe. It was so obvious during our battle at the Hell Train, but you looked like you didn’t get it at all. So innocent. But now it’s different. Now you smile knowingly, reciprocating that affection. What happened? What changed?”
Viole remains silent, not wanting to set himself up. It was in vain, though. White already saw the love in his eyes. That disgusting, sincere love that made his blood boil.
“…You two started fucking, didn’t you?”
“Eh!? How did you…!?”
White can’t help but laugh at that cute, innocent and at the same time stubborn attitude. “The first clue was the change in your attitude that I already mentioned. The other clue was your body.” Viole looks at him curiously, as he doesn’t understand what he is referring to. “You became sexier since the last time I saw you. Some say that happens when you receive men inside.” His cheeks get a furious blush, which he covers slightly with his hands. “But I wasn’t really sure until you confirmed it just now."
“You-!"
White imprisons Viole’s hands against the wall, getting so close to him their lips are almost touching. Viole’s soft and even now controlled breath makes him smile sadistically. “How was your first time? Did you squirm in his arms like a cute little virgin?”
Viole bites his lower lip slightly, keeping his mouth shut. White doesn’t care. He doesn’t know if he would have reacted well to that narration. The grip in his hands becomes tighter, getting a slightly pained look from the slayer candidate. Whatever, White plans to see other amusing things for himself, right now.
“Knowing how you are in battle and that you learn everything in an instant, surely you also learned fast how to please a man of the Khun family. My family is even better, though.”
His tongue caresses Viole’s neck, slowly, tasting a mix of sweat and the natural flavor of his skin.
“How does he fuck you, little slayer candidate? Is he gentle with you, or does he take you roughly? Knowing him, he probably does the two at the same time. Only for you, though. I don’t think he would be kind to anyone else.” Viole averts his gaze, clearly flustered now. “Does he take his time to make you writhe in pleasure?” He jumps slightly, a deep blush covering his face. “So he does. I’m tempted to watch a scene like that, but I would rather do it myself.”
White releases Viole’s hands and presses his body with his own against the wall. Then, White’s fingers travel across his slightly muscular back, giving the other man little goosebumps, and finally his hands get to his ass, cupping it shamelessly. This sudden action gets him a light moan and a really satisfying sensation from squeezing those soft, nicely-shaped cheeks.
“!? Don’t… Don’t touch me like that!” White senses shinsu quickly gathering in Viole’s hands, but he is faster with his words.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Viole stops immediately, but the threating shinsu remains in his hands, waiting to be launched against White. “You need me. You can’t strike me now. Not until we save your master, remember? There’s a reason that Khun boy got me to my old full power, sacrificing all those souls. He would do anything for you, after all. You wouldn’t want that to be in vain. And you also learned to recklessly do anything to achieve want you want. Even using me, you hated foe.”
The shinsu disperses with that, and Viole forces himself to relax. The hands still squeezing his butt probably don’t help, though. “…You are right.”
“I am, right?”
“…Yeah, you are right. First, I need you to help us save my master. Then we will settle our differences, when all of this is over.” His pure eyes get a feral glow for a moment. “But if you break your promise to help us and hurt any of my comrades, I will kill you in that instant.”
“Even if you don’t believe it, I have my pride as a warrior; I’ll fight alongside you until the end. And like you said yourself, we’ll settle our fight when it all ends.” Another tight squeeze gets him another delicious moan. “But… will you give yourself to me, to motivate me? I might run away suddenly and not help you at all if you are not committed to this as I am. I need payment too, you know.”
“You got… you got your power back. Isn’t that enough? Ahhh….”
“That was that Khun boy’s payment. I want yours now, and this sweet ass would be a perfect start.”
Viole takes a deep breath and lifts his head. “Ok. You can have me, but only once. I need… I need you by my side in this war.”
Those pure and fully determined eyes. Beautiful. There’s no hint of hesitation in them. It doesn’t feel like Viole is surrendering to him though, but he will get there. White will get him to scream in pleasure, to beg for more. The slayer candidate will bend to his will. “We’ll see if you want it just once, but I’m glad you are fully committed to us fucking now.”
“You know that’s not what I mea-!”
His complaint was cut short as White’s fingers get to his entrance, caressing it over the clothes at first, then directly to his skin. His oh so little entrance is already quivering in anticipation, after having White’s tongue licking all over his neck and ears, and his hands squeezing his butt. White can’t help but lick his own lips.
“Get your hands on the wall, with your back facing me.”
Viole hesitates a little, but he does it either way. He is so cute and obedient with that Khun boy, and he should start acting the same with White too. The blue-haired man doesn’t deserve to see this. Nobody but White deserves to see this.
“Mr. White...?” White shakes his head. He shouldn't let his anger distract him from the fun. His fingers get to Viole’s hole again, circling the outside slowly. He gets a quiet yelp in response. “Why… why do you want to do this? Is it really necessary for you to feel motivated?”
“It’s only natural for a man to crave for sex. I don’t have much interest in others, though. But you, only you, make me so excited, so eager to just take you against this wall.” Viole shivers as White’s low voice penetrates his left ear. “And it’s totally necessary. I told you already: you have to pay me for my services. With your body. Like a whore.”
The slayer candidate doesn’t seem to get the meaning that word, but whatever. He wasn’t going to explain. Instead, he will make him understand with his body. He seems to learn better that way, after all. He came prepared for this. White takes out a bottle from his robe and pours some of that sweet scented lube across his hand. Without warning, he inserts two fingers inside Viole at once, feeling the instant tension through his body. He tries to move his fingers freely, but it’s difficult, even with that amount of lube. His inner walls are warm and really, really tight.
“Mr. White, it hurts a little…”
“You still are too tight, eh? Is that Khun boy small or what?”
Viole turns his head to face him. He looks so pissed. “Mr. Khun is perfect.” he says without hesitation. Ok, whatever. “Is just… we don’t get many opportunities to do this, since we...” He has to stop talking to suffocate a gasp and take air. It must be difficult to talk normally when two fingers are opening their way through your ass. “…Since we travel with everyone all the time...”
“But he could do exactly what I’m doing right now. Sneak into your room, when everyone is already sleeping, and just take you all night long.”
The blush in Viole’s cheeks gets even darker. “We are at war... we have to rest...”
“That’s true. A real warrior knows when he has to rest, I’ll give you that.”
That’s why we shouldn’t be doing this right now either, is probably what Viole wants to say, but a third finger doesn’t let him talk anymore. He has to bite his lower lip in other to silence the embarrassing sounds that threaten to come out. Those long fingers come in and out of him faster, pressing against his prostate incessantly and scissoring him open.
“Feeling good, slayer candidate?” White’s voice sounds low and sensual in his ear. A wet tongue plays with the lobe of his ear again, then inserts in, driving him crazier. Viole can only shake his head in denial. “So stubborn, like always, even though you are overflowing like this.” His other hand touches the tip of Viole’s penis, which is dripping with precum. Now Viole is drawing blood from his lip. “Fuck, it feels so warm and slippery. I can’t wait to be inside you.” A little shade of fear appears in those wide and pure golden eyes, and it’s irresistible. “Soon you’ll be begging for more.”
White fingers him mercilessly for long minutes, patiently driving him crazy, and Viole can only surrender a little and let some of his soft moan out, shaking his head stubbornly. White’s touch gets Viole to his limits, just before it’s too late and cums in his hand. White doesn’t want him to come yet. He wants to leave him frustrated, yearning release. And he will concede it to him, but not until his cock is pumping into his ass. His fingers leave his cute little hole, which quivers even more than before and drips lube mixed with precum. Viole lets out a desperate moan, then covers his mouth with one hand, embarrassed, and keeps himself standing up with the other. He looks alluring, so appetizing. White really needs to get his hard penis out of his robe and get it between those cheeks.
“That boy doesn’t deserve you, you know? You deserve so much more.”
“More than Mr. Khun?” Viole manages to say between hard breathes. “I don’t think that even exists.”
That mocking tone in his voice gets a little angry tic in White’s right eye. “There is someone better right in front of you. A god should be with a god, right? And you are the only one worthy of me; I’m the only one worthy of you.” White’s voice sounds low and hypnotizing, and the tension in Viole’s shoulders dissipates a little. “You should feel honored: you are now going to feel my dick deep inside you.”
But that last statement tenses his body again, as White covers his long, hard dick with a generous amount of lube. When White’s shifts Viole’s body so he is facing him again, he sees the fear mixed with guilty desire in those golden eyes, while they look directly between White’s legs. White takes one of Viole’s long legs and wraps it around his hips, positioning the tip of his cock against that marvelous little hole. Viole just closes his eyes, waiting. So strong, even when he is about to get raped. That only makes it more exciting for White. Really, the slayer candidate is the only one worthy of a god like him.
“…Just finish with this already.”
“You say that now, but soon you will beg me not to stop. We are just getting started, little slayer candidate.”
A suffocated scream comes out of those nice lips and his whole body trembles, like an electrical current ran through it. White feels the electricity too. It’s difficult to get the head of his cock through his tight sphincter, but when it gets past it, White feels overwhelmed with pleasure.
It was even better than what he had expected. Viole’s insides are so warm and soft, and the muscles of that trained ass make him so tight it might castrate him at any moment. Moving now would hurt him, wouldn’t it? But his little slayer can take so much more, can’t he? Sure he can. And the way his body is shivering is not from fear or pain… it’s from anticipation. He is waiting for him to move. So, White will give him just what he wants.
Well, not exactly what he really wants, though. He moves out and then all the way in, getting another uncontrolled scream. A smile appears in White’s face, as he licks his lips again and starts moving his hips at an exasperatingly slow pace. White is patient when he really wants to get something, so he keeps moving like that, letting Viole get accustomed to this cock. After long seconds, Viole’s body starts trembling with pleasure, and he is clinging to him for dear life, but it doesn’t seem to be enough for him. So, White whispers in his ear once again.
“Want me to ravage you? To fuck you harder? Tell me what you want. Maybe I’ll make your wishes come true, like the god I am.”
Viole just shakes his head again, just like when he was fingering him, but a soft whisper comes out of that delectable mouth either way. “Yes...”
“What did you say? I can’t hear you.”
“I want it harder... Please, just do me already... I can’t take it anymore...”
White’s smile widens, full of sadism and satisfaction. “Such a good boy.”
Viole can’t help but scream loudly when White accelerates the pace at last, his hips making embarrassing sounds at they slap against the slayer candidate’s ass. Viole tries desperately to silence the moans that force their way through his mouth. White wouldn’t let him though. He yanks Viole by his dark brown hair, and Viole has to open his mouth. Yes, those sweet and delicious moans, louder and louder. Only for him.
“At least that Khun boy did a good job in making you weak to pleasure, I give him that. Look at you, squirming with desire from getting your ass fucked roughly.” White has to stop talking a few seconds, letting out a deep groan at the overwhelming sensation. “You are moaning mess.”
“I don’t... I just... Mr. Khun...”
Guilt. Someone other than his dear Mr. Khun is fucking him against his will and giving him so much pleasure. Viole fights the tears back and, even if it’s so fucking beautiful, White feels pissed. The slayer candidate shouldn’t be thinking about anybody else but him. So he yanks his hair with one hand again and kisses him hungrily, as he looks directly into those shocked golden eyes.
“Mr. White...”
That sweet voice gets him even angrier, so he changes it into scream of mixed pain and pleasure when he shifts Viole’s body so he is not facing him, and then by grabbing is arms and pulling them back, giving himself a better position to fuck him deeper. Without his hands to support himself, Viole’s face gets pressed against the wall. Soon his knees give up and he slides unto the floor.
White doesn’t stop, though. He keeps ravaging him against the floor, but he wants to see those beautiful eyes. He shifts the slayer candidate’s body once more, so he is facing him again. He takes those slender, strong legs over his own shoulders, so he ends up riding hard that perfect ass.
“Mr. White... I can’t.. It feels so good...! I’m going crazy... Ahhh, ahhh!”
“How is it? Do you like my cock?” His own words have trouble to come out through White’s bated breath. He is reaching his limit too.
“It’s-... It’s so... so big... ahh... yes...” Tears of guilt get trapped in the corners of his eyes. “I like it... Mr. Khun...! Mr. Khun..." He covers his face with his hands, letting those tears fall. “I’m so sorry...”
Wrath takes over White. He pushes those hands away from that cute face and presses them against the floor with one of his. The other one strokes Viole’s penis mercilessly, as he keeps pounding into his ass. It takes only a few seconds to make him cum hard in White’s hand, with a loud scream. The pressure around his cock drives him to the edge too, and he fills Viole with his semen.
White just needs a few seconds to take his breath, while he rests on top of Viole’s warm and shivering body. Then he gets up and takes Viole into his arm, lifting and taking him to the bed. He sits there, with Viole on his lap. More tears flow, and White feels the uncontrollable rage again.
“I only let you do it as... payment. You won’t get another chance.” He lets White wrap him in his arms, though. “Mr. Khun will understand…”
“I wonder about that. Well, he doesn’t need to know, at least not that you enjoyed it so much.”
Viole hides his face in White’s chest, trying to calm his sobs. White just smiles, delighted by his suffering. The pain he caused. His soul would taste even better now. And he doesn’t even look defiled at all. His sensuality, his carnal desires didn’t take his purity away from him in the slightest. He really is the only one worthy of White.
“I thought of making you my pet, when I first saw you.” White grips Viole by his chin, making him look directly into his eyes. Silver, snake-like eyes. “But now… I shall make you my partner.”
Viole's golden eyes open completely, and he just looks at White for a few seconds. Then, Viole pushes him away, that delicious strength pushing him away for the first time since he cornered him against the wall. “Never! I will never become yours!”
But he can’t shout anymore. White has pressed a point in his neck to get him unconscious, taking advantage of his mixed emotions. He wanted to keep fucking him all night long, as he said earlier, but his little fellow god has to sleep if he wants to be in shape for tomorrow’s battles. And he has to be in perfect shape, for White’s sake. To show him another miracle, another great feat that would excite him to the bones, and reaffirm his decision of making him his bride.
“We’ll see about that. Rest well, little slayer candidate. When all of this ends...”
White deposits a soft kiss upon those succulent lips, tender, unlike any other kiss he gave him before.
“I’ll make you mine.”
-END-
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