Stockholm Syndrome

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Title:  Stockholm Syndrome

Author:  Whytewytch4

Word count: 2,673

Pairing:  Evan/OC

Warning:  human/non-human, dub-con

Rating: MA for extremely graphic sex

Summary:  Evan finds he has developed feelings for Lucifer, but are they real?

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:  The sequel to “Fear and Desire” and “Captive.”  These are un-beta-ed—any mistakes are all mine.  Sorry about the earlier post that wasn't there--LJ and my netbook were having a tiff.

 

 

 

Evan rolled over on the bed, his body sore yet languid from sex and sleep.  He grimaced as he put his hand to his neck where Lucifer’s bite marks still lingered.  Lucifer.  His groin tightened at the name.  He should be horrified by what the creature had done to him, instead he was eager for more, as evidenced by the twitching of his cock as it, too, woke up.  He knew he was experiencing a case of Stockholm Syndrome but could have cared less.  He wanted Lucifer, wanted to touch it, smell it, taste it, feel it pounding into his body.  He blinked as Lucifer suddenly appeared before him, naked and beautiful, its skin glowing pale in the muted lights of the room.  Were it not for the pointed, Fae-like ears, the pupil-less black eyes, and the air of other about it, Lucifer could have passed for human.  An extraordinarily beautiful human.  And a  human who was either a Playgirl model or a porn star, Evan noted wryly as his gaze traveled to its groin once more.

“Come, Evan.  I will feed you.  You must be hungry.”  The creature’s voice was soft, sensual, and made Evan not care about food.  His stomach growled, disagreeing heartily with his cock’s assessment of his body’s requirements.  He threw off the covers and sat up.  Lucifer reached for his hand to help him rise as the world spun around him.  The creature pulled him close, holding him until things steadied once more.  Evan sniffed at Lucifer’s hard chest, placing delicate kisses along the planes of its chest and leaning down to suckle a pert nipple.  Chuckling, Lucifer reached between them to stroke Evan’s aching erection.  “We will take care of this later.  For now, food.”

Lucifer led him to a small table and two chairs that Evan did not remember being there before.  “Do not trouble yourself about where these came from, nor the food.  Just enjoy that it is here.  Sit.”  Evan sat and reached for the glass of water, draining it quickly.  He picked up the fork and dove eagerly into the scrambled eggs; they were cooked to perfection, scrambled soft the way he liked them, with cheese and mushrooms and peppers and bacon.  Somehow there were hash browns, slightly burnt, with ketchup; the warm, toasted oatmeal bread had jam on it.  Evan took a bite—blackberry, his favorite.  Ruby red grapefruit juice and black coffee completed his notion of the perfect breakfast. 

Lucifer sat watching him through hooded eyes the whole time he ate.  Evan didn’t feel self-conscious, even though he had never eaten breakfast totally nude, with a raging hard-on in his lap and a sex god from Hell sitting across the table from him, looking like it would eat him once it had fattened him up.  His plate clean and cups drained, Evan sat back, wiping his mouth and throwing the rumpled napkin to the table.  He looked across the table boldly at his captor.  “Now what?”
”Now you relieve yourself and wash.”  Lucifer pointed with its head toward a small closet that had not been there before either.  Evan rose and made his way hesitantly toward the closet, looking back over his shoulder at the still-reclining figure before walking through the door.  There was nothing dangerous in the room, just a standard—if small—bathroom, with toilet, sink, and shower stall.  Evan quickly relieved himself and washed his hands before turning on the shower and stepping under the hot spray.

He sighed in contentment, closing his eyes as the nearly boiling water struck his body and ran down it, cleaning him and loosening his muscles.  He shampooed his hair and washed his face, then reached for the body soap, rubbing it between his hands to make a lather before crossing his arms to wash both armpits at the same time.  The steam welled up around him, enhancing the clean smell of the soap.  He moved his head from side to side, cracking his neck. 

Of a sudden, he became aware that he was not alone.  He could feel Lucifer although the creature had not touched him yet.  The being’s presence was obvious despite its silence.  Long, strong fingers plucked the soap from his hands and began massaging his body as they cleaned it.  He could feel Lucifer’s warm breath on his ass as the creature cleaned his legs before moving up to gently stroke along his aching length.  The fingers moved back, ensuring that every inch of Evan’s body was clean.  He had known it was coming from the moment he sensed Lucifer in the shower with him, but he still jumped slightly as the first digit slid into his welcoming hole. 

He bent over, placing his hands against the wall of the shower, allowing the creature greater access.  Lucifer took the cue, inserting another finger and thrusting them in and out, back and forth, up and down, opening Evan’s ass to receive its ample cock.  Evan’s breathing became more and more ragged, but Lucifer seemed content to fuck him with its fingers, although it did add a third.  Its other hand reached around to stroke Evan’s cock, to gently massage his balls.  “Tell me what you want, Evan.”  Lucifer’s voice was seduction, dark chocolate wrapped in silk, encased in creamy butter.

“You know what I want.”  Evan could barely choke out the words.  His body was on fire with need.

“I can read your mind, but the man you desire cannot.  Soon, I will release you, your body trained to do what your mind and soul want.  But he cannot read your mind.  You must speak your desires.”

Evan felt like he would explode from the need coursing through his body.  He tried not to think about what Lucifer had said about releasing him.  He wanted to stay here forever, safe from the full-blooded Wraith and their death, with all his desires met and no one to judge him for enjoying them.  If Lucifer fed on him, he knew he could regain his youth by absorbing the being’s cum.  He didn’t care that Lucifer was not human; he wanted the creature the way he had never wanted any human before.  At the moment, that thought was taking precedence to all others, blinding him with need.  “Fuck me, Lucifer.  Please,” he groaned.

Behind him, Lucifer chuckled.  “Close, but not quite enough.  Give me details, Evan.  What do you want me to put where?  And how?”
Evan nearly growled in frustration, all inhibitions wiped away.  Lucifer’s fingers continued their joint assault on his cock and his anus, but it was not enough, not nearly enough.  “Fuck me, damn you!  Stick that massive cock of yours into my ass and slam it into me hard, over and over until we’re so blind to everything but your cock and my ass that we wouldn’t notice if this room exploded.  Jesus, Lucifer, I want to feel you press into me and slide into my asshole.  I want to feel your cock open me up, feel the burning pain turn to pleasure as you ride me.  I need you, Lucifer. Please, God, I need you.”  This last was nearly a sob, and Evan moaned as the creature increased the speed of its thrusting fingers. 

With a jerk, Lucifer removed the fingers from Evan’s ass, opening his cheeks and pressing its cock against Evan’s opening.  With agonizing leisure, Lucifer pressed the thick head into Evan’s pulsing ass, holding him by his hips to keep him from thrusting back and impaling himself.  Evan whimpered as he struggled in Lucifer’s grasp, wanting the creature to fuck him hard.  Lucifer chuckled as the head of its cock popped into Evan’s orifice and Evan tried to wiggle his ass.  Continuing its leisurely pace, the creature drove deeper as Evan whimpered and moaned beneath it. 

“More, more.  Please, more,” Evan begged, not caring that he was reduced to pleading in such an unseemly way.  Why was Lucifer not banging him like a drum?  Why wouldn’t it just fuck him?

Once more, that evil chuckle.  “Soon, my love.  Soon I will ride you as unrelentingly as you wish.  Soon, I will fuck you so fast and hard that we could start a fire at the juncture of my cock and your ass.  But not yet.”

“Why not?  Please, Lucifer.  Please.”

“First, I must couch myself deep in your beautiful asshole.  Then you must say the words to make me fuck you.  No, not begging me to fuck you.  There are other words I wish to hear, my love, and then I will give you what you want.”

Evan’s ass throbbed, squeezing around Lucifer’s thickness; his thighs trembled with being held back from the thrusting they wanted.  He could feel the sweat breaking out all over his body.  He licked his lips and tasted salt, then bit them as the sweet agony continued.  God in Heaven!  How much more could it possibly have to put into him?  He stared blindly at the tiles before him, watching in shock as the tiles turned to mirrors in the little stall.  He looked to the side to see where his and Lucifer’s bodies were joined and saw there were about four or five inches more until the creature was fully couched in him.  He watched in fascinated desire mixed with a slight dose of horror as the thick length disappeared steadily into his body.  Inch by inch, never varying its pace, Lucifer pushed into him. 

Evan blinked, noting that he could no longer see Lucifer’s cock just as he felt the creature’s hips come to rest on his ass, its balls softly slapping into his own.  He bit his lip against the burning of his torn nerve-endings, wondering at his own depravity in enjoying the pain.  Excitement built up to an even higher pitch.  Lucifer had said it would fuck him once it was fully inside of him.  But what else had it said?  You must say the words to make me fuck you. No, not begging me to fuck you.  There are other words I wish to hear, my love, and then I will give you what you want.  What in Holy Hell did it mean by that?  Evan’s mind reeled as he sought the answer that would make Lucifer fuck him and give him his release.  What could it want?  Evan’s mind replayed every word the creature had spoken and found something.  My love.  The creature had called him my love.  “Lucifer.  Please, my love, fuck me.”

Lucifer pulled out a couple of inches and slammed them back into Evan’s ass, making him close his eyes as the pain and pleasure washed over him.  “Close, my love, but not quite good enough for a full fucking.”  The words washed over Evan’s slick body like misery as he realized that was the only thrust he would get until he figured out what the creature wanted.  My love, my love…Jesus, what could a sex creature that had been in stasis for centuries want to hear?  My love, my love…that was it!  It wanted love.  All highly developed creatures enjoyed sex better when there was love.

“Lucifer, please.  I love you.  God help me, I love you.  Please make love to me.  Please fuck me.”

Lucifer withdrew all but the head of its cock.  “You love me?  You will always love me?”

Evan nodded, desperate for the creature’s attentions.  “I will always love you.  You are my heart, my soul, my body.”  Evan was surprised that he meant the words; he had known Lucifer such a short time, and the creature had used him cruelly in that time; even now, it taunted him.  And yet, when Evan had awakened, he had felt only loss when he found himself alone in the bed; it was relief that had flooded his body when Lucifer reappeared.

“I love you, too, Evan.  You are my master, and my slave.”  The long fingers traced along Evan’s thighs and up over his hips, tightening as, with a low growl, Lucifer buried itself in his ass once more.  It leaned forward, placing a gentle hand on Evan’s chin and turning his head back a bit, the kiss full of sensual promise as it delved its tongue into Evan’s mouth.  Lucifer broke the kiss, keeping its lips close.  “Watch me, Evan.  Watch me make love to you.”

Evan once more turned his head back to the mirror that was beside them.  He watched as Lucifer pulled out slowly and lazily pushed back into him, its hands massaging his buttocks and running along his sides and back.  Long, lazy thrusts were punctuated by bursts of frenetic activity when Evan’s cheeks turned red and prickled with heat from the slap of the creature’s hips against them.  It would stop now and again, buried deep in his core, to feather him with kisses and long, languorous licks of its tongue, while it massaged and stroked his flesh.  Evan’s balls were so sore that his vision actually began to blur.  He wanted to cum, but every time he neared the edge, Lucifer pulled him back.  He closed his eyes.

“Open your eyes, Evan.  Watch me.  Watch us.”  Evan groaned once more but did as he was told.  Lucifer grabbed his hair and pulled, the pain somehow adding to the pleasure of the being’s cock in his ass.  “I am going to give you what you want.  I am going to fuck you and cum in your beautiful ass.  I am going to ride you until you think you cannot stand anymore, and then I am going to hold you up while my spunk drips past my throbbing cock and down your legs.  I will hold you with one hand and stroke you with the other until you cum.  Tell me once more, Evan.”

Evan’s breath was ragged, his chest barely filling with air before he exhaled it.  Sweat dripped down his forehead, stinging his eyes, but he kept them open.  Looking back and over his shoulder, he captured Lucifer’s burning gaze.  “I love you,” he whispered.  Lucifer’s eyes widened and a grin of victory lit its bewitching face.  Evan’s gaze dropped back to the mirror and he watched as Lucifer took hold of his hips and withdrew.  A breath of time and then it slammed back into him, making him cry out in combined pain, pleasure, and triumph.  He watched, forcing his eyes to remain open as Lucifer slammed into him over and over.  He thrust his hips back at the creature, demanding more.  Over and over and over again Lucifer branded itself into his body with long, hard, fast strokes of its incredible cock.  Over and over and over again, he threw his hips back at the creature, squeezing it as the erection left his body.  His legs began to cramp with the constant strain and he whimpered.  True to its word, Lucifer picked him up.  Its enormous strength allowed it to continue to force their two bodies together, even as it held him off the ground and began to stroke his throbbing member with its other hand.  Evan squirmed and writhed in ecstasy and then their two cries mingled as the creature’s spunk filled his ass and he spurted his own cum all over the mirror.  He watched in fascination as the white goo dripped down the mirror, feeling warm wetness that had nothing to do with water dripping down his own legs. 
“Always,” Lucifer intoned softly before carrying Evan, still impaled on its erection, to the bed.  “Sleep, my love.”  Lucifer moved slowly behind him, pushing its still erect cock in and out of Evan’s ass, but more gently this time.  It was comforting, being held by the creature as it made love to him, and though he fought it, Evan soon drifted off once more to sleep.