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Ever since Jason had breathed in the dust of the ancient, fossilized vampire, he acted a little strange. Not that Salim knew this man long enough to really know all his quirks, but still the marine was acting differently than before.
He sometimes stopped in whatever he has been doing and seemed to struggle for focus. Other times his hands were shacking visibly. It wasn’t anything big, but details that Salim none the less noticed.
Since they have found the little shelter in the alien city, the Star Chamber, where the demons didn’t have access to, it had gotten worse. Especially the coughing has developed to a couple of strong coughing fits which shook Jason's body violently and made his eyes glaze over for a minute before he shook himself out of it.
Right now, Jason and Salim were back at the Star Chamber. The vampires had cut Salim off from Jason earlier, but the jarhead had come back for him, only to be caged in as well. Too many vampires had made it impossible to flee to the exit of the underground city and they had retreated to the Star Chamber, hoping that the vampires would calm down enough for them to get a second chance.
It was here that Jason truly fought with the cough. They had just sat down to get some rest, as a coughing fit held Jason in a tight lock. He toppled over, bracing himself on the ground, shaking with every barking cough that forced itself out of his throat.
»Jason? Can you breathe?«, Salim asked concerned, because the cough didn’t seem to give Jason a chance to catch his breath. Jason sucked in air desperately only to fall back into a coughing fit in the next second. It sounded horrible and painful and like something needed to get out of his lungs ASAP.
»Shut it, Salim.«
Clearly the dust. Salim cursed himself for not stopping the marine from touching the fossil. Or if he had pulled him away in time! But it had happened so fast.
He reached over to pat Jason on the back, a helpless gesture, but he wanted to show Jason that he wasn’t alone. Hell, they were the only ones still alive! He couldn’t lose Jason too. This man came back for him instead of leaving even though he had already been at the exit.
After a really nasty cough, Jason swayed dangerously and at least this time Salim was quick enough to catch him before he fell face first on the hard stone ground.
»Jason? Oi, Jason, watch out!«
Jason's whole body had gone limb and only after turning him on the back, Salim realized that he had passed out.
»Oh Allah, don’t do this to me. I can't get out by myself. He deserves to get out too.« Salim rumbled some prayers and tried to get Jason in a comfortable position, ending the attempts with bedding Jason's head in his lap, and pushing the cap off.
Jason was pale. A thin layer of sweat covered his face and even now Salim could hear a rattling in his lungs with every breath he took. He really didn’t know what to do to help him. Guilt ate away at Salim, while he feared the demise of his last ally, leaving him all alone in this hell pit.
He imagined having to leave Jason's cold, unmoving body behind, facing a dozen of vampires by himself, being trapped by them, slowly dying, without seeing his son ever again.
His hands shook violently, his pulse picked up and his breath turned shallow. Calm down, he told himself. If he lost his composure now, it helped no one.
A little movement on his lap captured his attention. Jason furrowed his brows and groaned.
»Allah be praised, you are back«, Salim said relieved.
Jason opened his eyes abruptly and looked him over, no glimmer of recognition on his face. He sat up and stared at his hands as if he saw them for the first time and poked at his skin and flesh. »So squishy and soft.«
»How do you feel?«, Salim asked wary. »Can you breathe right?«
Jason sniffed the air. It was a strange sight, seeing him lift his head in the air and seemingly searching for the source of some odor. Salim actually smelled too, just in case it was something strange in the air, maybe even dangerous. He didn’t smell anything though.
The dark look in Jason's eyes finally fell upon Salim, and a slight smile played at the corner of his mouth as he came closer. »Well aren’t you sweet-smelling.« The marine bend forward and came real close. »I would love to make you produce some more of that delicious odor. I'm sure we can do that, no?«
Just as Salim wanted to point out that Jason was behaving really strange, he felt something press against his crotch. He shifted his gaze down, already quite irritated, but even more so as he saw a pistol pressing against him.
»Jas- what… what are you doing?!« Out of reflex he wanted to swat the pistol away, but the second he moved his hand, the pistol pushed harder.
»Ah-ah«, Jason said in a strange singsong like voice. »If you don’t behave, I might have to shoot. This one knows his way around a gun. Your body is full of lead faster than you can hit me, darlin'.«
This wasn’t Jason's voice. Not his way of talking at all. The southern drawl was almost completely gone and Salim blamed himself for not noticing it earlier.
»Who are you?«, he asked with a stern face and all the self-control he could muster.
»Doesn't matter. But because you seem to feel some affection towards this one, just know that he still is inside, he is simply … not the one in control right now. Oh, don’t look so angry, I do not intent to hurt him. You though, are a different matter. Get up.«
The thing inside Jason stood and so did Salim. The gun left his crotch but was still pointed at him. Salim thought of a way to disarm Jason without hurting him too much while Jason searched for something inside his backpack. It was frustrating how good he was able to keep track of Salim's movements, never giving him an opportunity to attack safely. He didn’t doubt one second that this creature would shoot him at the first wrong move.
»Ah, there it is!« Jason exclaimed and pulled a rope from the backpack, moving towards Salim again.
»Hands together and to the front«, he said and almost sounded like Jason. All marine and full of commands and the conviction that others would follow them.
»What do you want?«, Salim asked.
But whoever it was inside Jason didn’t slip. »For you to put your hands together and to the front.« He stressed his command with a movement of the gun.
Just maybe this was a way out. If he wanted to tie Salim, he would need to put away the gun. So Salim obeyed. For now.
»Just so you know, if you try to get away, I might just have to hurt myself. I really want to see what a soft body like this one can endure before it breaks. This one might not get away unscathed then.«
Bastard. Using Jason's body as hostage and culprit. But was Salim really willing to suffer at the hands of this creature to keep an enemy soldier safe he only knew for a couple hours? But he came back to save you.
Salim simply had to make sure he didn’t only get away, but also to subdue this parasite.
As soon as Jason put the gun away and came towards him with the rope, Salim was ready. Obediently, he held his arms out and lowered his head in defeat. But as soon as the rope touched his wrists, he snatched it and pushed forward, hitting his fists against Jason's collarbone and pulling the marine down with him, starting a close quarter tussle he knew he could win.
Jason was muscular and strong, for sure, but also lean where Salim was beefy and had an upper arm strength that Jason couldn’t match. But the creature didn’t play fair at all and managed to get a hard kick between Salim's legs in and Salim crumbled. Cursing and whimpering, he couldn’t fight against the strong hands that grabbed his and tied him up.
»That was very unwise of you.« Jason's anger was badly concealed. »I guess, I have to punish this one for your shortcomings.«
»Please«, Salim wheezed, »let Jason out of this.«
»Do you fear for his wellbeing? Do you feel terror at the sight of his blood being spilled?« The way the creature's eyes lit up at that and got a wild expression made Salim keep his answer to himself. That made Jason's face go dark. »Well, I guess, there is time to find out.«
The creature looked around quickly and seemingly it found what it searched for rather quick. »Ah! There, this is just perfect.«
He forced Salim up again and pushed him forward, the pistol pressing in his back. There was a low hanging piece of the structure right above some diagonal table or tilted piece of wall that Salim hadn't paid attention to until now. Jason threw the rope through a hole inside the structure and managed to knot it on the other side of the table, forcing Salim close to it. The surface was now pressing into his thighs and the rope gave him just enough slack to lean against the wall slash table if he wanted to. But if he would, he would present his rear in a way he really didn’t want to.
»Now«, Jason said, checking the hold of the rope once. »We can focus on producing more of this wonderful odor.«
»What are you talking about?«, Salim wanted to know. What odor?
Jason put the gun away, but only to exchange it with a butterfly knife. He slid it open and marveled at it. »What an enjoyable muscle memory this one has. Had sliced a couple of things open in his life I guess.«
He then pressed the blade against Jason's other forearm and cut into it.
»Stop!«, Salim screamed to no avail.
Blood dripped to the ground. Brown, now almost black eyes met Salim's gaze. »That was for you trying to get away from me.«
He rounded the table to stand behind Salim, trailing his back with the blade. »Such soft bodies you have. Just a little flick of the wrist and you would bleed. Just a slight mistake and you could die.«
Salim felt adrenalin prickle in his neck, his skin getting goose bumps from the danger. He felt his breath go flat and quick with anxiety.
Jason's body pressed flat against him, his nose pushing against his neck. The creature inhaled deeply. »Smells so good.« He nosed over Salim's skin for a little while, the knife no longer dancing over his skin, and Salim took a couple deep breaths to calm himself. But the knife was back in no time, nipping at his bare skin right on the side of his throat. He didn’t dare moving, for if he did, the blade might cut him. He almost didn’t dare to breathe.
The creature exhaled hot and wet against his skin, sniffing and smelling and just … enjoying Salim's panic and fear.
»Want to taste it.«
That was all the warning Salim got, before the knife danced over his neck, just barely cutting him, but the fear was still present, lingering, spiking with the pain. Jason's wet tongue licked over the spot and a lewd moan let something inside of Salim's ears vibrate.
The next time, the blade cut deeper. Salim clenched his teeth, panic rising, as he tried to stay calm and think of a way out.
»Oh«, breathed the creature in Jason's body and moved away a little bit. Salim turned his head to keep an eye on him and saw how he grabbed Jason's crotch. »It seems this one has other ideas.«
His eyes met Salim's and Salim understood without more words, swallowing hard. No, this couldn’t happen. It would be too much. Pain was one thing, but that …
A mean smile lit up Jason's face as he stalked closer, a manic expression in his eyes. »This one wants not to hurt you but to own you«, he moaned into Salim's ear. »To fuck you. Hard and fast and for his own pleasure.« The creature inhaled deeply, its eyes rolling back from lust.
It nodded to itself. »I can work with that too.«
Fear made Salim dizzy. »No. Please don’t. Everything but that.«
The knife was back. »Don’t try to sweettalk me, darlin'. I will make you feel real terrible, just for my own pleasure.« He said it in a soft, hushed tone, like a lover would say a compliment.
»But I'm getting tired of your complaining.« A tearing sound and then a dirty cloth got pressed against Salim's mouth. »Open up, pretty, be happy it's not my dick trying to choke the life out of you.«
Salim couldn’t fight against the cloth being used as a gag. He felt tears burn in the corner of his eyes. This couldn’t be happening. It was like a scene out of a fucked up horror movie inside this hell pit. As if vampires hadn’t been bad enough. Now Salim would be raped by a possessed ally who cut him open at the same time.
A moment later, two hands sneaked around Salim's waist and opened the fly of his pants, pushing them and his briefs down in one go, letting them pool between his legs. The cool air made his hairs stand up. Salim felt fear rise as a hand caressed his ass cheek.
He shivered. Not sure if it was from the cold or the panic.
Jason's mouth was back at his ear. »I will fuck you bloody, make you scream and writhe in pain. You clearly have nothing against that, right? No? I don't hear you complaining.«
The hand grabbed his ass cheek hard and then slapped him. It stung and Salim didn’t doubt the creature's words one second. He wasn’t ready for that particular kind of pain. He didn’t know if he could bear it. But all his words turned to muddled sounds and sobs.
»Let's see, oh, yes, this one is hard and ready for you, I didn’t have to do a thing«, the creature singsonged. »His dick is quite a size too, pretty sure, he will impale you right away.«
Salim looked over his shoulder and whimpered at the sight of Jason holding his hard dick in one hand, this dark look in his eyes that spoke of pain and promised terror. Allah, save me!
Precum already glistened in the dim light, rolling down from the tip. And Jason's cock was big. The creature hadn’t lied. Salim shut his eyes and prayed, but he couldn’t stop imagining the pain and the stretch and his toes curled as he braced himself for it.
Something hard and hot pushed itself between his cheeks, poking against his rim. This monster would take him completely unprepared. He would rip him apart! Salim started to move, hopelessly wriggling, and trying to get him off before he could do that. Snot made it hard to breathe.
The tongue was back at his bleeding neck, lapping at the blood and moaning. »So good, so intense, you taste like pure bliss right now.«
Salim wanted nothing more than to get him off! He wanted to get away, to never think about any of this again. He felt so terribly helpless and lost and alone.
The tip of Jason's dick pushed against his rim, just playing with him, with his fear, rubbing itself up and down his crack. Letting his mind do the rest to make his breath hitch and his heart stutter in apprehension. Sweat dripped down his legs, his temple and his armpits felt damp. It was the stench of pure anguish. And the creature took it all in, reveling in it, bathing in the smell and the taste of adrenalin.
»Blood would make a great lube, don’t you think? Once I fucked you hard enough, once your walls are ripped open and bleeding all over my dick, I'm sure I can move just perfectly in your little cunt.«
Salim couldn’t stop a whimper.
Fingers run through the blood trail on his neck and a moment later, he felt fingers at his hole, pushing in. They were slick, but the thought of it being his own blood made him shiver and the urge to puke arose. The creature wasn’t gentle, having already started with two fingers, and fucked them in and out of Salim's virgin hole in a brutal pace. Pain jolted up his spine, not terrible so, but all the fear that had already been there before made it much worse.
»I'm gonna rip you apart. Make you wish you died already, but I will not let you go so easily. You are the source of my pleasure and I will take everything I want from you – I don’t care if you want to give it to me or not.« Another lap with his tongue, another moan against Salim's neck, hot breath coating his sweaty skin.
A third finger pushed inside, just as Salim started to feel a little pleasure himself. It somehow was relieving, because he didn’t want to be aroused by the terrible act he had to endure. But even now, with the constant relighting of his fear, the pain in his neck, the terrible things that the creature said and the images it drew from Salim's imagination, the body behind him was still Jason's. A body Salim had eyed way too much for a normal ally. Even if everything was twisted, a tiny little part of Salim actually did get aroused by Jason's fingers inside him, his hard dick pressing against his cheek and his moans that rung in his ears.
And maybe, that was the worst of it all.
»Enough of the foreplay now«, the creature groaned. »This one is impatient. His dick already burning for your hole. I'm sure he doesn’t care about being gentle. His desire is too big to go slow. But you will manage – even if you don’t, I will enjoy our fuck.«
His fingers withdrew and Salim made a noise he didn’t want to think about. Teeth nipped at the wound on his neck, making it bleed again. Lips closed over it and started sucking. At the same time Jason's dick returned to his stretched rim, pushing inside immediately, not giving Salim a chance to shy away (that wasn’t even possible with the diagonal wall in front of him). Salim still tried, pushing himself against the wall, pressing his own dick and balls hard into the stone.
He was hard. His own dick pulsated with want and primal need. Salim was horrified by the betrayal of his own body.
Jason still pushed, not going slow, but at least he didn’t stuff Salim without any kind of care at all. Even if he didn’t stop to give Salim a chance to get used to his size, somehow Salim managed to take him without feeling like he was split in two. It still hurt. But not as bad as his brain wanted him to believe.
»You're takin' m'well«, Jason's voice said, almost drawling again like before. »Like a good littl' slut. So tight, so hot. Would love to taste ya down there too.«
Arousal crept inside Salim's body like poison as Jason bottomed out.
»I could shoot my load already. Hm, maybe I should shoot something, to keep things interesting.«
Salim didn’t need to turn around to know that the press against his back was the pistol. The little click sounded that told him, that the safety was off. Then Jason started to move. He pulled out and pushed back in, once, twice, slow and humming. Like he was thinking about where to shoot Salim.
»I could put one into your shoulder, you don’t need that, right?«
His hips jerked forward, pushing Salim hard against the stone, making him cry out, as his own dick and balls were crushed.
»Or into your dick. That one is full of delicious blood, isn’t it? I would even lap if off you afterwards. Maybe chew it off slowly.«
Jason pulled back, pushing the gun along Salim's ass crack. Then the gun was gone and Jason's hand gripped Salim's hip to hold him pressed against the stone wall, his other hand pushing his torso down on the table structure until Salim stuck out his ass and presented himself.
Then the pounding started. Jason set a brutal pace of fucking Salim into the stone.
Salim felt so vulnerable. So open. So used. And it hurt. His dick was crushed a little bit more with each hard thrust, his balls throbbed. The rim felt raw already with only a little bit of his blood to ease the way. The creature must have felt the same, because it slowed down to spit between Salim's ass cheeks, working the spit around its cock by slow, small thrusts.
»If this doesn’t do the trick, I guess I have to cut you open some more.«
It did help. As the creature sped up again, his dick went in and out easier than before, drawing a moan from its lips. On one particular thrust, it hit some spot in Salim that made him groan. It felt good and Salim tried to angle himself to get this spot rubbed on more often. The creature growled and held his hips tight to stop him wriggling. It chased this spot down by itself and hit it more often, fucking Salim in a rapid and brutal pace, pushing into him like there's no tomorrow.
Salim's shoulders hurt from the constant strain on them. His inner walls burned, his legs shivered. Still, he was mortified to find his dick half hard between his stomach and the stone table. Each thrust against this one spot made his toes curl and his stomach tingle. He tried to keep the sounds in his throat, but some made it out. Not all of them were sounds of pain.
Then the pace once more grew, the creature fucking into him impossibly hard, his lips once more finding Salim's neck and biting at the wound, sucking at it as it bled again.
Salim was close himself. He felt his core tighten, his balls drawing up. No way he could come from being raped, right? From being hurt and used and fucked in the ass. No way, he came without his dick being touched once.
A loud moan vibrated through him as he felt Jason push one last time. Then Jason stayed still, hot wetness coating Salim's walls and making the burn so much worse, somehow keeping Salim from coming too. Jason bucked once more, fucking a little bit in and out of his abused hole before he withdrew.
»I have to give it to this one«, the creature said breathless, »He sure as hell knew what feels good.«
He walked around the table structure, putting his hands on it and looking at Salim's tear-streaked face. »Wasn’t that just delightful? Who would have known that sex made fear even better. You surely are an interesting race. Full of lust and desire.« He smirked darkly. »I guess, I will keep you. Fuck you when I want to, cut you when I want to. Taste your fear whenever I please. Wouldn’t you like that, little slut? I will pry you open until you can't close your hole anymore and then it will be ready all the time to take my dick.«
Something dripped out of Salim and trickled down his thigh. He wanted this to end. He didn’t even want to get away anymore, he just wanted to black out and not deal with this.
»Tell me, slut, would you like to get that every day? Maybe I will let you choke on my cock too. Use that other hole you have there. It's not like you need it for something else.«
Salim pressed his eyes shut tight. The thought of having to swallow around Jason's cock …
Coughing brought him back from his thoughts. As he opened his eyes, he was met by two comically wide brown eyes.
»No, not now!«, the creature pressed out between coughs. »Not that fast!«
He fell onto his hands and knees, coughing his lung out, just like Jason had before this all had started. That seemed like a lifetime ago. He coughed something grey and lumpy up and spit it on the ground. Wheezing and coughing, the creature grabbed at its chest. Salim felt good knowing that it suffered. He was so tired. His arms hurt, his shoulders were stiff and his ass burned. Still his dick throbbed not only from pain.
Some more of the grey substance landed on the ground and maybe it was the dust from the ancient vampire that had gotten into Jason's lung.
Salim watched as Jason's body went limb again, falling freely to the ground this time, not moving. He almost didn’t dare thinking about who would wake up the next time.
Maybe, it would be Jason.
Maybe, he wouldn’t wake up at all.
Maybe, Salim would die here, hung from the celling, abused, bruised and bloodied.
He didn’t know which one would be worse.