Dangerous Animals

 

Next Vincent knew, his pants were pooled around his ankles and his shirt was shoved up on his chest. He didn't want to admit his great feeling of disappointment whenever his needs were neglected. Sebastian lingered over the RED, shaking his head slowly as he laughed. What the fuck was that smartass look for? It bothered Vincent to no end, but just as he opened his mouth to speak, two fingers slid between his parted lips. Sebastian let his nails scrape lightly over that soft tongue as he bit his lip to suppress any further sounds of obvious pleasure. For all he knew, his patience was running just as lowly as Vincent's.

And that's whenever he was caught by a slight surprise. Vincent began to suck on the digits placed far into his mouth, reaching the threshold of his throat. Swirling his tongue around them, he put on his most innocent expression. Hey, the less he resisted, the faster this shit moved along, yeah? After a good few moments of what felt like forever, Seb removed his fingers. He couldn't just fuck the kid, no no no. He wanted to draw this out as long as he could. He had all the patience in the world. However, the RED was whining, writhing and pulling at his binds again.

"C'mon, BLU. Don't ya wanna fuck me?" Vincent groaned as he forced himself onto his chest, face pressing into the rough concrete, ass perfectly displayed.

But that strongly influenced voice yelped as a hand came down hard on the virtually unscathed skin of his backside. A stark red hand print quickly flushed, making it rather evident that Sebastian was still in charge, and that Vincent couldn't be so... yielding. The helpless Scout looked back at (what seemed to be) his superior, an annoyingly confused look on his face. Seb didn't want Vincent to want it. He wanted his enemy to resist, to fight, to cry as he was fucked relentlessly. And that look that was shot at him seemed to confirm is adamant belief that even that one strike was enough to get him back to squirming in a more opposed manner.

But Sebastian didn't let him leave that position, tightening a hand around Vincent's thigh. His fingers were still coated with a considerable amount of saliva.

"Quit movin', or I'll bash your damn head in." His words were growled as he rubbed his fingers teasingly over his counterpart's entrance, satisfied with the hitch of breath he heard.

The sudden touch unfurled that same tingling sensation in the pit of Vincent's belly, and he did his best to keep it discreet. The blood was rushing right back to his cock as Sebastian slowly pressed harder and harder until those unrelenting digits were inside of him, creating an unusual pressure that Vincent had never had the chance to witness. The slight sting was hampered by the still burning hand print. Sebastian's eyes never left the other's face as he buried his fingers deeper, seeking out that one spot that made any man delirious. And he could tell when he found it. Vincent began to quiver as he tightened his hands into fists, biting his lip hard enough to nearly draw blood. He was really trying to act like he didn't want this.

Because at this point, maybe he really didn't. Yeah, it felt good, and Sebastian knew all the right places to touch, but this was just fucked up. It was him , and the more Vince thought about it, the more he felt sick. It was himself. His own flesh, his own blood, his own mind. But something was different. It had to be. Vince would never go around, completely assaulting people for his own amusement and pleasure. But that single thought alone made him contemplate; if that were the truth, why was he, technically speaking, doing it right now? The simple excuse of "the BLU team is just too damn strange" was no valid statement to reassure him. And that was when he started to resist again.

"Get the fuck off of me!" The hoarse words echoed.

Ah, there he was. As vicious as ever. Sebastian's crooked smile only intensified as he pressed harder against that telltale spot. Vincent's violent thrashing only made his job easier. In doing so, the RED only intensified the sensation. He paused, panting wildly.

"I swear, once you let me go, you're fuckin' dead." Vincent's last word was spiked up a few octaves as Seb gave his fingers a nice jolt, putting the boy's cock at full attention once again.

"I suggest you shut up, princess." The BLU Scout muttered, resuming his ministrations.