Haven for Cockroaches

Pairing: Xigbar/Vexen/Xaldin
Warnings: Cussing, Angst, Rape, Toys, Threesome, Oral, OOCness and Wendys.
Rating: NC 17
Other: Alternate Universe
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When you plan out your life, there’s certain things you include and don’t include. Usually you pan it out to having a high paying career, more women than you can shake a stick at and living a life of luxury.

One of the things you don’t include is having two men you hate ramming their cocks down your throat and ass.

Guess which of the two I’m “enjoying”.

Vexen grunted as he pushed my head to swallow more. I gagged around him, which only made him thrust further. I swear the fucker was trying to screw my lungs. Every thrust from the faggot pushed the bastard in my ass deeper. I cant say it was a feeling I enjoyed. Xigbar’s balls kept slamming against me, making a sickening fwapping noise each time.

At the very least we were on the bed this time, though it wasn’t all that different from the table. The spread was littered with empty containers and spots burned from cigarette coals. Every time one did a particularly hard thrust, accompanied with my groan of pain was the noise of another piece of trash falling on the floor. Thrust. Clank. Thrust. Plop. Thrust. It would’ve been more amusing if my new “fuck buddy” didn’t just pull out and cum on my face. Some fucking got in my eye. I couldn’t decide what stung worse, my eye or my pride. Who was I kidding? My pride left me days ago. Sometime during the hours Xigbar forced me to clean the repulsive bathroom. With my tongue.

He had that smug sneer on his face as he wiped the remains on a once clean portion of my cheek.

“My, how pretty you are with a new paint job, Gorilla.”

I knew this would be a pain in the ass to get out of my braids and sideburns. Cum tended to leave sticky messes. Another life lesson learned in this hell hole. The bastard behind me grunted loudly, slapping my ass to add another portion of pain. As if the ball slapping wasn’t humiliating enough.

Something I was all too familiar with filled my ass while something softening left it. Finally, I could get some rest after cleaning up.

But my faith in humanity was proved wrong once again. Something cold wrapped around my wrists and before I could fight back I was stuck firmly to the headboard. Wearily I looked at the cuffs then my captors. They were already ignoring me, rambling on about getting something to eat. I would have said something, cursed their very existence at the least but… My throat was so sore… and my eyes so heavy. I drifted into an exhausted sleep, cum-faced and filled.

Even my dreams weren’t an escape from this hell. I dreamt of that rainy night. The cold droplets soaking into my flesh as someone offered me a hand. I was so grateful to have a warm bed to sleep in, a warm body to sleep next to. I was greeted by the harsh reality only after the door was shut and locked. Only after the dream ended and the real nightmare began. I could still feel that single eye’s burning gaze… and something else burning.

I woke with a start, crying out in pain as my gaze settled on the source. The fuckers returned from Wendy’s and Xigbar decided my inner thigh was a good place to put out his cig.

“Good morning my little beast.”

He knew I hated being called a beast. When we were at the bar before coming to this shitty motel we’d entered a long discussion on how Disney cartoons are the most fucked up shit out there. When you’re drunk, things sound like better topics than they are.

“Not as good as that scarred up mug of yours, beauty.”

I couldn’t help it and no sooner was it out did I regret even bothering to use my breath. The gun was resting on my temple and vaguely I wondered how he always got it out so fast.

“Fucking forgetting your place again?”

In the background, Vexen slurped on his frosty as I shook my head slowly. I didn’t want to get on the pirate-wannabe’s short fuse anymore. But my answer didn’t seem to do the trick. The hand not holding the gun wrapped around my cock, tugging it painfully until it twitched to life in response. I didn’t know what game he was playing, he never really bothered with my pleasure. It could only be something twisted.

He motioned the blond asshole over, mumbled something and he reluctantly gave Xigbar the remainder of the frosty. The heat that pooled to my cock was extinguished nearly as soon as it started. Frosty remains dripped from my cock down my balls, and I could feel the shrinkage starting while I whimpered.

But punishment was never over so quickly. He lifted my legs up enough to get a view of my abused hole then rummaged through the nearby garbage. After a few moments of searching, and with some help from his fucker friend, a long black dildo was resting before my eyes. It was easily twice the size of what I was used to and I felt my legs subconsciously try to close. The bastard wouldn’t have any of that, forcing them even further open as he flicked a switch on the toy. Great, a vibrating monster cock. If their was some being up there, getting his rocks off to my torment, I vowed to someday castrate them. With a butter knife.

Even with how loose my ass was getting from all the fucking, it didn’t take long for the stretching to get unbearable. I swore, receiving a slap to the face for it and fell quiet except for the occasional gasp of pain. Only after I couldn’t see the faux cock anymore did he stop, that same grin I grew to hate on his face as he watched me squirm. As much as I didn’t want it, as much as I didn’t enjoy it, my cock was hard nonetheless. For days I hadn’t been able to get off. Every attempt brought another threat of blasting my brains out on the tacky wallpaper. I was hard, but I didn’t want it. I never wanted this.

And it didn’t matter as Vexen tossed him the keys, the old fucker’s look mocking me while pirate-freak unlocked the cuffs long enough to get me off the bed. I was a sticky, sore and shaking mess on my feet again, harshly pushed towards a pile of dirty clothes.

“Dress up pretty, slut. We’re going for a drive.”