dead dove: tw: kidnapping, death, talk of weight loss, food(?), grossness maybe?
Viktor is not underage but is referred to as ‘boy’.
Vander had a secret. It wasn’t one that anyone would be able to guess and honestly? It boosted his ego a bit. On the outside he was a strong leader. A defender of Zaun. Inside was a different story.
Inside, he kept something locked away tightly. Similar to the way he repressed his own memories most of the time. Chaining them up and putting them where no one could see them except him.
Memories of drunken nights, slow sloppy sex, fingers in hair, all water logged by a river. Now the only thing left was Vander’s guilt. And his secret.
The man walked upstairs, unlocking two doors before finally making it to the last one. The only one that separated him and his secret. Vander took a deep breath like always and pushed in.
“I brought food. I know i’m not the best cook in the world but.. you don’t have to worry about it. This plates from Benzo this time.” Vander pushed the door closed behind him.
‘Fuck off’ ‘Eat shit’ ‘I’m not eating that’ ‘They’ll come looking for me’ ‘Please just let me go’ ‘I’m not hungry’ were all the things he expected to hear. But he didn’t hear any of it.
All he heard was the sound of chains clattering and the boy moving forward. Vander looked down at him from across the room. “Hungry, lad?”
An instant nod in response. Good. The only downside in keeping Viktor smaller was that, It was impossible to keep him warm during the winter. He had almost considered bringing him downstairs.
The thought of Greyson showing up unannounced overshadowed the vision of his boy curled against his chest and wrapped in soft blankets. No chains just.. staying with him. Vander knew better than that.
Vander brought the plate of food over, settling himself on the edge of the mattress. A simple bare spring mattress that sat on the floor with a wool blanket and a couple pillows for the boy’s hip. It seemed to bother him.
Viktor came closer immediately, crawling the way Vander taught. He settled beside the mans muscled thigh and pawed at his jeans.
The action drew a chuckle from Vander, “You’re okay, boy. C’mere.” Viktor crawled into his lap, pressing himself against his chest. Their size difference was most of the reason Viktor ended up in this predicament.
Viktor had been a bit of a project though. Vander kept his hair shoulder length and dyed. Had him lose a bit of weight. Viktor’s fighting against the man gave him a bit of muscle definition.
That part wasn’t exactly intentional but it did help the appearance. Viktor was beginning to remind him of.. that was enough. He needed to feed the boy.
Vander grabbed a piece of chicken off of the plate, gently positioning Viktor’s head to the side so he could easily feed him. He pressed the meat against his lips, letting out a small noise of praise as Viktor eagerly sucked it in.
They both stayed silent for a while, except Viktor’s chewing noises and small hums as it filled his stomach. The boy was so enthusiastic he hadn’t noticed how Vander’s fingers were slipping farther behind his lips every time.
Until he did notice. The man didn’t have any food but still pressed the same two fingers inside his mouth. The pads pressing down on the soft flesh of Viktor’s tongue
Viktor wasn’t sure what to do. Vander’s face didn’t give him many ideas. Part of his brain was still screaming at him to bite down and escape with the mans fingertips in his mouth. His body refused to follow those commands.
Instead they took those digits in farther, thin lips closing around them. Viktor would take anything given. It was almost as if they had both suddenly figured that out.
Vander’s eyes darkened as he watched from above. Before he could stop himself he probed deeper, as far as he could. Viktor gagged but he didn’t let up. He needed to feel Viktors throat. From the inside.
The last time.. there was never a chance. His hands were wrapped around the outside of it and could only feel skin. This was different. He could feel the throbbing flesh and drool around his fingers.
Vander’s other hand came up and settled on the back of the boys head. Holding him in place. It was all so familiar. Viktor was beginning to panic, Vander could feel his pulse. As quick as a rabbit.
Maybe not a rabbit. Viktor was more like a bunny. Soft and sweet. Pliable. A rabbit was sharp. Fast. Rough edges and a tough core. More like.. no. Not right now.
The thought snapped Vander back to where he was. Sitting in the attic on this spring mattress with Viktor. The boy was panicked, scratching as Vander’s arm and trying to pull his head back.
The older man pulled away as if he’d been burned. Just as quickly wrapping his arms around him instead bringing him closer. He had lost control again. Gotten too comfortable and trusted himself.
“I’m so sorry.. fuck Viktor i’m sorry. I’ll never- i’ll.. i wont hurt you. Okay? Not like him. Never. I lost control baby, i’m sorry.” Vander was soothing his hands down the boys side and back.
It was when he was petting through the knotted and greasy hair that Vander realized what Viktor’s eyes had been set on. Vander glanced over to the corner. “Hey..”
He cupped the smaller mans jaw and forced him to look away from the skeleton who still had a chain attached to it’s femur, “Don’t look at Silco, just look at me.”
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