Captive

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Title:  Captive

Author:  Whytewytch4

Word count: 1,106
Pairing:  Evan/OC

Warning:  human/non-human, explicit sex
Rating:  MA--see warning

Summary:  Evan has been captured by a creature who is part human, part vampire, part Wraith, and all sexy-God.  But who is the master and who is the slave?

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!

A/N:  Per request, the sequel to “Fear and Desire.”  These are un-beta-ed—any mistakes are all mine.

 

 

Evan awoke with his ass throbbing and his arms burning.  He looked up to see the reason for the burn and found he was stretched out on a bed, his wrists in handcuffs.  Memory flooded his mind and his breathing quickened in fear.  “Lucifer” as he had dubbed the creature who had taken him prisoner and then taken him as a lover was no where to be seen.  The being had claimed to be part human, part vampire, and part Wraith.  It had picked Evan’s darkest desires from his mind and brought them to life for him.  Evan twisted around on the bed, trying to escape, but the cuffs held him too tightly.  The air nearby shimmered and Lucifer appeared, bedecked in his black leather duster and boots.

Evan swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.  The creature was beautiful in the way of a well-crafted sword.  Its long white hair was held back from its head, but strands escaped to frame a face as sharp as it was beautiful.  Almond-shaped black eyes seemed to bore into Evan’s soul; the long angular nose melded perfectly between the eyes and the sensual mouth.  Lucifer’s delicate nostrils flared, and one fang showed as the side of its mouth turned up.  Long fingers reached up to unbutton the duster, allowing the jacket to drift to the steel floor.

“This is what you wanted, is it not?  To see my body—to know what I look like without coverings?”  The creature was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt that came off over its head and joined the jacket on the floor.  It bent down and unbuckled its boots, kicking off each one in its turn.  Evan’s eyes were rapt on the fingers that began to unsnap its pants; Lucifer bent to remove the pants, then straightened.  Evan’s breath left his body in a whoosh of air.

It was obvious that the creature had not been lying when it said it had been made for sexual pleasure.  Its body, despite being in stasis for thousands of years, was well-toned.  Strong shoulders rested atop long, muscular arms; a strong, barrel chest sloped down to a washboard stomach that pro athletes would kill for.  Muscular thighs, long legs, and…Evan stopped and his mouth now had an excess of saliva.  No wonder his ass still throbbed.  Lucifer seemed happy to see him, too.

“Well?”  Its voice was low and seductive as it removed the tie from its hair and gently shook it out.  The move was so feminine that Evan almost laughed.  Almost.  He wanted to feel that hair brush his thighs.  Lucifer looked up through the curtain of his white hair and grinned wickedly, advancing on Evan like the predator it was.  “Remember, I can read your mind.”

Evan was just as glad for Lucifer’s gift as speech was nearly impossible at the moment.  Lucifer crawled up Evan’s legs until their mouths were nearly touching.  It sniffed and leaned closer, placing a gentle kiss on Evan’s mouth.  Evan opened for it, and soon their tongues were dueling as Lucifer sat astride Evan’s waist.  He wanted to run his fingers through the creature’s hair and hold it close, and was surprised and a little disgusted by the feelings.  Lucifer broke the kiss, leaning up to unhook first one handcuff and then the other, its thick erection brushing Evan’s chest with its movements.

Once more, Lucifer took Evan’s mouth, only this time, Evan’s hands were tangled in its hair, holding it close as he deepened the kiss.  There was a thrill to kissing this creature unlike any other—for starters, it wasn’t human, as evidenced by the fangs that scraped Evan’s tongue.  Then there was the fact that it was male, although that was starting to matter less and less.  Last of all was the thought that Lucifer could kill him with little more than the flick of a thick wrist and no one would ever know what had happened to him.  Evan heard growling and realized with a shock that it was not coming from the creature, but rather from his own throat.  He pulled away, pushing at Lucifer’s shoulders, wanting to establish that he was not totally helpless.

“You can read my mind.  Do it.”

Lucifer’s grin was lopsided, its deep black eyes knowing as it slowly slid back down his body.  At his center, the creature stopped, inhaling deeply of his scent before its tongue darted out.  It licked and sucked and kissed all along his inner thighs, teasing him by coming close but never taking him into its mouth.  Long, slender fingers worked his swollen shaft as Lucifer bent to suckle his balls, flicking its tongue into his ass for one brief moment before dragging its tongue up along the thick vein on the front of his cock.

It took the head of Evan’s erection into its mouth finally, its tongue dancing along the top as it sucked on him.  It shifted position then and began to lower its head to Evan’s lap, pulling his cock deeper and deeper into its throat.  Evan could feel its breath on his lower abdomen as it buried him down its throat, its tongue swirling along the sides of his cock.

“Christ,” he groaned in approval and Lucifer chuckled, sending further waves of pleasure to Evan’s core.  He grabbed the back of Lucifer’s head and began to thrust at it, fucking the creature’s mouth.  Lucifer didn’t struggle, instead seeming to revel in the violence of Evan’s thrusts.  The pressure built up in Evan’s balls as Lucifer sucked on him, its breathing labored, its tongue seeming to be everywhere in the vacuum that was its mouth.  With a cry, Evan found his release, spurting it down the creature’s throat and sighing in relief as he collapsed back on the bed.  Lucifer sucked Evan as it released him, then lay next to him, stroking his side.

“My turn next, lover.”  Evan relaxed, safe in Lucifer’s arms, not afraid even as Lucifer nuzzled his neck and sank its fangs into Evan’s flesh.