Marked

Disclaimer: Nope. I don’t own Pyramid Head, James, Silent Hill or any of that awesome stuff. EVERYTHING BELONGS TO KONAMI. This fiction is NOT for profit of any sort, but merely for fun.

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This was it.

This was BEYOND it.

This was…the END.

James had seen it coming for a long time, now. Or…what felt like a long time. He no longer knew how long he'd been in Silent Hill. Time had seemed to simply lose meaning once he had set foot inside the town. But each and every time that he closed his eyes, he pictured his end at the hands of Pyramid Head. The outcomes were always different, too. Sometimes he was cut into pieces, the pain he saw himself in immense. Other times he was flayed, a vision he could do without. But most often he was cleaved in two by the monster's massive Great Knife. But now the monster was towering over him and NOTHING in his dreams could compare to the reality of what was really in store.

One of the creature's strong hands darted out, faster than James had expected of the normally slow moving beast, and seized him by the neck. He was raised to about helmet level and held in place as the other hand divest him of clothing, ripping away anything it couldn't figure out the workings of. The relentless grip was released when James, the prey, was fully naked. And the man was simply dropped to the ground without a care, pieces of his clothing falling beside him.

James rolled over onto his back, eyes darting to the creature. He was close, but still James entertained the idea of an escape. He was just about ready to leap to his feet and make a break for it when he froze in shock and, more than anything else, horror. Pyramid Head was…unlacing the blood stained apron, or maybe it was a butcher's smock, that he was wearing. When the laces were undone, the garment was pulled away and cast to the side.

But James was staring, mind filled with fear and another feeling that he could not, DID not, want to identify. He had known all along that Pyramid Head was definitely male, he was the ONLY monster that had an definitive gender in the entire town. But he had never imagined that the creature would be so…large. Overly large. No…MASSIVE. But he was, there was no denying it and it wasn't a trick of his mind, either. And that massive, thick shaft of flesh was already hard and leaking.

It was in that moment that James fully realized exactly what was going to happen to him now that he'd been caught. With renewed strength and determination, he rolled over and started to crawl away. He had just started to push to his feet, prepared to run, when a large hand grabbed his ankle and yanked him back. The grip quickly left his ankle, but before he could even dare a second attempt, both hands seized his hips in a grip that, without a doubt, would not let up easily. James redoubled his efforts for one last try, despite all signs pointing at escape being impossible. He nearly succeeded in getting away from his captor, too, but another strong pull drew him back to the monster and closer than ever, close enough that he could feel the head of the creature's massive, slick cock against his ass.

James groaned softly. Yup, it was definitely over, now. He couldn't summon up the strength or the will to try getting away again. And since every attempt had failed, anyway, that seemed to be the most natural course of action. Surrender. He didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do, and he didn't even have a weapon. He'd lost everything when Pyramid Head had taken his jacket. And there was STILL that other feeling, too, that one he hadn't wanted to think about earlier. Just maybe he…wanted this. Well, maybe not quite like this, but it HAD been sex he'd craved every since Mary had fallen ill. He DID need to be punished for the horrible sin of murder, that's what had really summoned this creature, but James was starting to think it was much, MUCH more than just that.

James was pulled from his reverie when a sharp, stabbing pain shot through his body. It didn't take long for him to realize that the creature had thrust into him while he was lost in thought. A glance over his shoulder supplied him with the vision of Pyramid Head behind him, cock pushed little over halfway into his ass. The size of the monster was just TOO much, there was no way to accommodate. Pyramid Head didn't seem to believe that, though, and gave another push forward, trying to bury himself deeper. For a long moment James thought THAT would be the end, that would be the way he died, torn apart not by the Great Knife, but by the massive size of Pyramid Head's cock. But the pressure stopped as the creature seemed to realize there was no further entrance, much to the relief of James.

James braced his hands against the floor as the monster began to thrust in and out, pumping in a no-nonsense fashion. He could feel the tip of the metallic Pyramid like helmet against the back of his head and…something brushing against the back of his neck. Not breath, as the creature had no visible mouth with that helmet, IF it had one at all, but…a tongue. That was it. The long, black tongue had extended from the helmet and was lapping at James' neck. He had never expected that Pyramid Head could show even fleeting gentleness. But in light of everything else that he was suffering, he had to admit it felt GOOD. In fact, if he focused on that instead of the creature's violent thrusting, the situation was ALMOST tolerable.

Just when James thought the situation couldn't get any worse, or maybe he meant 'any better', he found himself once more proven utterly wrong. One of Pyramid Head's massive hands hand found his cock and started to stroke, which made James VERY aware of just how hard he was, much to his shame, and just how much he WANTED to get off. That was no less shameful, of course, and his mind insistently reminded him that this wasn't how he wanted it, that he DIDN'T want to get off under the ministrations of some sadistic executioner monster. His body, however, had no problem accepting the fact. And James found out very soon that it was his body that won the war, not his mind, since he was thrusting into the stroking hand, frantically trying to match the pace, ANYTHING to reach release. That was the ultimate goal. And each and every movement only made Pyramid Head's thrusting easier. James was even CERTAIN he heard a deep, satisfied rumble from somewhere within that red helmet.

James finally reached the point where he could feel his body nearing release. His mind against screamed it's disdain of the situation, but he was well beyond the point of caring. The onslaught of sensations was just too great. And when Pyramid Head gave him another stroke, harder and more meaningful than the others, he finally came, hot seed splattering on the floor, and then dripping down the large hand of the creature when his orgasm finally subsided. The intensity of it left James briefly unaware, but when he regained his senses, if only part way, he found Pyramid Head was still thrusting. The creature had not broken its pace, either, and didn't seem like it was about to. James couldn't help but think it was never going to end, that he was going to be stuck within this EXACT moment in time for…well, forever. That seemed an even worse punishment than death. Yet…maybe that's what he deserved for what he'd done.

Just as James was ready to thrown in the towel, to relinquish all hope for this moment EVER ending, he heard a deep growl from behind him, the sound metallic in nature, so he knew it was from the creature. And immediately following it there was a deep thrust and another growl as the creature came. While James had shown no real pain before, he screamed at the feeling of hot seed, TOO hot, filling him. In all truth, there were no words to explain the exact way it felt, nothing could come close enough. And the monster's orgasm seemed to be endless, too. Already he could feel excess seed dripping out of his ass, but STILL the monster was coming.

"Nnnh…shit…"

James crawled forward and, much to his surprise, found that he was no longer restrained. He was even more surprised when Pyramid Head stepped back away from him, his cock, still very hard, pulling out of James. THAT was true relief. But it was another incredibly fleeting feeling, since the moment James tried to get to his feet he found his body wracked with immense pain. Maybe death would have been better. But all in all he WAS still glad to be alive, even if it meant he would be doomed to reliving the exact same thing every day of his life, for the rest of his days.

"God…"

James rolled over with a groan, prepared to look at his captor, and found himself…alone. Pyramid Head was gone. He hadn't heard the monster retreat, but it wasn't there. He would have thought it was just his imagination, but the pain running through his body was too real to deny or pass off as something his mind had conjured up.

"…Shit…"

James summoned up strength enough to fight the pain in his body long enough to pull his jeans back on. Once done, he dropped back to the floor and rolled onto his stomach. His fingers found the sleeve of his jacket and he pulled it to himself. With a soft sigh he pulled the dark green garment over his upper body and snuggled into it. He was suddenly so tired. And even though he knew he shouldn't sleep there, he couldn't help it. And besides…he had a feeling none of the other monsters in Silent Hill would touch him.

No, he'd been marked by Pyramid Head, NOTHING in the town would touch him, now.