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It was difficult to look at Sebastian, sometimes. The leftover child from Robin’s previous marriage, still tied to the woman Demetrius was courting.

They’d first met properly when Sebastian was five, although he and Robin had already been seeing each other for quite some time at that point. He was a small thing. A chunky toddler that could barely speak.

He’d toddled over to his mother the night she’d decided it was finally time to introduce them, and Demetrius could admit the first impression wasn’t… Fruitful.

“Look Sebby! This is Demetrius. He’s going to be your new father.”

He recalled the sticky sweet baby tone Robin used, the kind parents would normally use for their children— And briefly thought that was the reason Sebastian couldn’t speak very well.

Regardless of how honey-like her voice was, the toddler was instantly brought to tears, wailing and crying that this strange man would never replace his real daddy.

A burden to place on a child so young and more than unfair; he knew that. But what he wanted was a family. Blended or otherwise. He knew Robin had a son, and he tried to be open to the idea even if he never saw himself adopting before.

But when he watched as Sebastian sobbed into his mother’s arms, begging for his old father and to get the strange new man out?

It was the moment Demetrius knew that Sebastian would never be his son.

It was also the moment Demetrius decided to fully commit himself to Robin and to start a new, proper family with her. 

It didn’t have to be Robin, he knew that. Maybe marrying Sebastian’s mother was an unnecessarily cruel act. But he’d already spent a year on the relationship and the idea of finding a new woman that could tolerate him enough to bear his child? It was simply improbable.

He could tolerate Sebastian if it meant finally starting a proper family he’d dreamed of.

-

Maru was born a year after.

He remembered holding his daughter and for the first time, finally savoring the feeling of real, genuine love. The most perfect child in the world and she was his. The perfect blend between him and Robin, although he was more invested in all the details of his face he could pick out.

She cooed up at him, and he smiled back.

The perfect first meeting between father and daughter soon ruined once Sebastian started crying.

Jealousy.

A common trait in children once they had a new sibling. A new child meant less attention and for Sebastian specifically, it also meant less affection.

Someone had to calm him down, and unfortunately, Robin needed rest after pushing out a perfect child. So Demetrius’s first introduction to his daughter was cut short to quiet down the nuisance.

From then, Sebastian only got worse.

Originally, Robin had insisted that Sebastian and Maru share a room. He cried constantly, kicked at their shared wall so neither of them got any sleep, and overall played himself a menace. But after Demetrius had caught Sebastian dragging Maru out from her crib to do Yoba knows what, he had to put his foot down.

It was the first argument they’d had in their relationship. The first real one. Yes, they had squabbled many times in the past about trifling things, ‘Where should we go for dinner?’ or ‘What movie should we watch?’

But never ‘We need to separate the kids.’

It was an argument that lasted for days. Robin claimed that Sebastian would never purposefully hurt his sister. Besides, she’d just given birth. He couldn’t possibly expect her to build a whole new room, could he?

Of course he didn’t expect that. He just thought it would’ve been better to move Maru into their room, so she could stay safe.

Somehow, this upset Robin worse. She wanted alone time from the baby. Where was she supposed to go to relax if not her own bed?

Demetrius couldn’t understand that logic. He personally felt most relaxed when caring for his baby. But he supposed Robin was still suffering from hormones. So he came up with a solution.

Move Sebastian down to the basement.

Bold really. It ended him up with the silent treatment for a few hours and nothing but a sandwich for dinner.

But when Robin calmed down, sat on the thought for more than a few minutes, she relented. Told him if he was willing to clean the basement and move all of Sebastain’s stuff down there, then that could be Sebastian’s new temporary room. Just until she had the strength to build him a new one.

Sebastian was moved down there within the next hour.

-

At fourteen, Sebastian and Demetrius rarely spoke. But that was how he preferred it.

There were no ‘Good Mornings’, no ‘Goodbyes’, and especially no ‘I love yous’. Sebastian stalked around like a ghoul, residing in his basement most of the time, keeping himself tucked away from the family. Yet when he was stomping out of the basement, he was loud. Causing chaos and trouble likely for any form of attention he could scrape from it.

Maru was already a prodigy at nine years old, and he couldn’t have been prouder. Straight A’s, enrolled in honors, and helping around in the lab.

They’d long run out of magnets to hold all of her achievements onto the fridge.

Robin had expanded her business to Zuzu city in hopes that someone would want to buy at least a chair. Anything to make even a little bit more money for the family and Sebastian.

On the day she did, Demetrius could remember the sparkle that glowed in his wife’s eyes. A custom made cabinet that would not only give them an extra few hundred sum of gold, but the seller had promised to give out recommendations if she did a good job.

She left that same day, ready to take the measurements and to Demetrius’s surprise, Maru wanted to come with.

“I wanna help!” Was the only reason she gave.

He tried to ignore the slight resentment he felt towards his wife when she agreed to have her tag along. Maru was her daughter as well, of course she’d want to spend time with her. Especially when the alternative was Sebastian.

That was the only reason Demetrius hadn’t also volunteered to join. If he went, Sebastian would either have to come with and cause trouble or he’d be left home all alone and Yoba knew what he’d do unsupervised. At least if he stayed home, he could keep an eye on the problem child.

He decided to spend the time in his lab. What else could he do? Spend time with Sebastian? He’d have less issues if one of the testing tubes broke in his grip.

At noon, he could hear Sebastian slink out of the basement. Loud footsteps stomping up the stairs as if screaming ‘Pay attention to me!’

Irritable noise.

For a brief moment, without turning around, he could sense Sebastian poking his head into the lab. He couldn’t help the tension that formed in his shoulders as he opted to pretend he didn’t notice.

A moment, two moments, Demetrius had spent too long studying the plant sample. Three, four, he set the sprout down beside him and picked up a testing tube filled with water and a single dead root at the bottom. Maru’s own experiment that she refused to explain.

He swirled it once, twice, delegating deep interest.

Sebastian stayed in the doorway, burning his gaze into Demetrius’s head. Nay, to his very soul. The tension grew tighter when he heard a few small, hesitant steps approach him. Soft, uncertain.

Whatever Sebastian was planning, he changed his mind quickly, ducking himself out of the lab fully. Tension turned to relief and Demetrius slumped his shoulders.

He returned Maru’s experiment back to its rightful place, keeping his attention focused on the quiet pitter patter of Sebastian’s footsteps. From the lab, to the kitchen.

The fridge opened, a pause. The fridge slammed shut.

Silence.

Eerie quiet that never meant anything good.

Demetrius was already walking out the lab before he heard the sudden crash and clatter of paper and magnets falling to the floor. A moment later, ripping. Awful, loud ripping.

He rushed to the kitchen, silently praying to Yoba that it wasn’t what he expected. That Sebastian was just pulling out art supplies, or maybe he fell down and was grabbing a bandaid…

Anything other than what actually awaited him.

The kitchen was a mess. Report cards signed with perfect A’s, Childhood drawings, paper certificate awards for being such a good student— All of these achievements that once covered the fridge now scattered all over the tile, mercilessly ripped to shreds by Sebastian.

Demetrius acted before he could think. Had it been Maru breaking Sebastian’s items, he’d have been more lenient. He’d have pulled her away from the mess and gently talked to her. He would have been gentle.

But this was Sebastian. This was Robin’s problem child. This was the blight on an otherwise perfect family, ruining everything.

He grabbed Sebastian by his hair and pulled him off the mess, away from ruining any more. He threw him out of the kitchen, down into the hallway floor.

Sebastian’s eyes were wide, staring up at Demetrius as if he were a monster. And maybe he was to him. He didn’t care.

His hands grabbed the collar of his shirt, holding as tight a grip as he could. Sebastian’s hands clawed at his wrists, silently begging for him to let go. Instead, he held tighter and slammed the mistake into the wall.

Sebastian cried out, tears and saliva spilling down his face.

“What is wrong with you?” Demetrius barked out, slamming Sebastian against the wall again.

He didn’t respond, just coughing and inhaling disgustingly. In the back of his mind, there was almost a faint feel of pity for him. The urge to let him slink away and hide himself in the basement.

But the mess in the kitchen, all of Maru’s achievements and memories destroyed by this brat. What would he tell his little girl when she came back to see it was all destroyed?

Anger flared. His hands left Sebastian’s collar, and he could see him calm just slightly. Slightly, before they found a new grip around his throat.

It was unethical, illegal, and absolutely disgusting. His grip held the tightest it’s ever been, stronger than he’d ever use on Robin when she wanted to experiment in the bedroom. Stronger than he’d ever should’ve considered for a child.

He never should’ve even touched his throat.

Underneath him, Sebastian gasped and choked, his painted nails digging into Demetrius’s wrists. Clawing, fighting to get him off. To stay alive.

But he was stone. Hands clenching tighter, as if he was intending to kill him. Maybe he was. It’d be good riddance. Strangle him to death then sink his body to the bottom of the river. If Robin ever asked, he’d claim Sebastian left suddenly and he could be filed as a runaway. A missing person.

One that would never come home.

Sebastian’s face turned red and swollen. His eyes shut, his tears dripping down his face in quiet streams. He no longer fought back, gasping for air that Demetrius didn’t allow.

His jacket sleeves, loose on his body, slid down his arms. It was only when his eye caught the even, red lines that were cut into his wrists did he relent.

Mercy.

Pity.

Sebastian dropped down to the floor, clutching his throat and inhaling as much air as he could. Slowly, his face returned to the normal pale but his body trembled. Sputtering and sobbing, wiping away his tears on his sleeves.

Disgusting.

Demetrius crouched down to Sebastian, snapping his hand out to grab one of Sebastian’s wrists.

The boy cried out, struggling to pull back. “I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry-”

“Why did you ruin Maru’s achievements?” Demetruis asked, firmly.

Sebastian shut up, staring at him with his wide, tear streaked black eyes. He didn’t have an answer.

He.

Didn’t.

Have.

An.

Answer.

His grip on his wrist tightened, dangerously hard. Sebastian sobbed again, fighting harder to escape.

He had no reason to destroy everything. He just did.

“Please let me go, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-” Sebastian begging fell on deaf ears.

Demetrius pulled his sleeve down, revealing the boy’s torn up arm. Small cuts, deep cuts, some cut into nice even rows, some scattered messily around the skin. Old scabs and a few that had opened from Demetruis’s tight grip, bleeding red down his pale arm and dripping to the floor.

Sebastian stared at him in terror, finally shutting up. For the longest time, neither said a thing. Neither moved. Sebastian stared right at Demetrius, yet he kept his gaze on the blood with a cold expression.

If only he learned to cut diagonally instead of vertically.

He let go of his wrist and Sebastian scampered away into a ball.

“Clean up your mess,” Demetrius said. “When your sister comes home, you’ll tell her exactly what you did and apologize.”

Sebastian only nodded and vanished to the kitchen.

When Robin and Maru came home, Demetrius stood near them to make sure Sebastian choked out every confession and an apology.

He was surprised to find Maru forgiving, much more than he was. Similarly, he was surprised to find Robin just as angry as he was.

Well… She didn’t lay a finger on him. Instead he was sent to his room for the rest of the night without dinner.

Demetrius never told Robin about Sebastian’s cuts.

-

Sixteen was when Sebastian had actually caught Demetrius’s full attention.

A sophomore in high school, and Demetrius knew it was disgusting. But the problem child was aging. Beautifully at that.

A part of Demetrius always knew there was… Is something wrong with him. He didn’t start his relationship with Robin out of love. She was simply the only woman who seemed more than willing to start a family with him.

That’s what he’s always wanted. A family. A child that was his.

But was he actually attracted to her?

That was irrelevant.

Maru was eleven now, almost in middle school. Demetrius tried to get her pushed up a few grades, but was denied. Apparently it was bad for social skills and he relented. Regardless, she stayed happy. Top of her classes and a bright future.

Sebastian became a band kid and the racket was hideous.

Nothing but amateur music filling the house. When Demetrius was granted a break, it was only because Sebastian had crawled out of the basement or fallen asleep.

Peace was minimal.

The first time Demetrius noticed just how much Sebastian had changed came from a time he tried to get just one day of silence.

Middle of the night, Demetrius was wide awake, broken melodies and a horrible attempt at Fur Elise. Somehow, Yoba knows how, Robin was sleeping peacefully and he could hear Maru snoring in her room just under the disturbance.

Late into the night, prodding at his brain and keeping him up. The only time he could sleep was when Sebastian was at school but the only time he could work was when he was asleep.

Hell.

Demetrius got out of bed, dressed in flannel pajama pants and a deep blue shirt— A gift Robin had given him for their tenth anniversary.

He trudged his way down the basement stairs, then rapped his knuckles against the door. The music didn’t stop.

He knocked again.

And again.

Again.

The fifth time, he stopped trying to respect any semblance of privacy. He slammed the door open, the music coming to an abrupt stop.

There Sebastian sat at his keyboard in nothing but black pajama bottoms. His pale torso exposed, hunched over the keyboard. Most notably, the cuts on his arms. There were more than Demetrius remembered seeing two years ago, covering both his arms like sleeves. Red cuts, bloody cuts that spilled down his arms and a mountain of tissues that surrounded him.

The intrusion had clearly startled him as he stared bug eyed at Demetrius.

“Get the fuck out of my room!” He suddenly yelled out, his arms flailing to cover his body and cuts.

What for? Demetrius wondered. He already knew Sebestian self harmed. He’s known for years.

Teenage years left Sebastian stupid, insecure, and rude.

“It is two in the morning, Sebastian. Some of us are trying to sleep. Could you please-” He tried to be reasonable.

“Go away!” Sebastian shouted again. This time he threw something at Demetrius— A thin object, likely just a pen. He dodged it easily, but the threat was there.

“Sebastian Banks,” He stated, firmly. “You will be quiet or I’ll-”

Sebastian interrupted him again. This time he stood up from his seat and attempted to push Demetrius out of the room. With little avail, of course. Still, his hands were held firmly against his torso, pushing with all his might.

Brat.

In an instant, Demetrius had him by the wrists, held firm against the wall. Sebastian struggled and squirmed, staring daggers into Demetrius.

“I’m telling you to shut up. It’s the middle of the damn night. Why do you have to be such a problem?” He spat out, holding Sebastian tighter.

“Fuck you,” Sebastian spat back. Literally.

“Ugh-”

His spit landed on Demetrius’s cheek and he recoiled in disgust, rubbing his cheek raw with his sleeve. Sebastian used this as an opportunity to shove him out again. Slamming his entire body against Demetrius and this time, he actually fell off balance.

Yoba, this kid made his temper short.

Slam.

Slam!

SLAM!

Over and over, Sebastian hit himself against Demetrius. Pushing him out. Getting rid of him. The final attempt when he pulled back, Demetrius slammed back. Toppling Sebastian back against the wall.

He fell back with a grunt, fury flaming in his gaze. He looked as if he was ready to fight back, but when Demetrius had his grip around his throat, he clammed up.

All his anger fizzled out, replaced with fear. His eyes, deep pools of abyss, stared up at him. Tears already pooling at the corners. 

His hands tightened slightly, itching to put his full force against him. Sebastian’s pulse quickened, his hands flew to claw at Demetrius’s wrists.

There, in that instant, Demetrius fully saw Sebestian.

A mess. A whimpering mess. Afraid, unloved.

Bare.

Demetrius’s eyes trailed from his whimpering face, down to his body. Lean, pale. His arms littered with scars and wounds and self hatred. He trembled in his grasp. All at his mercy.

His fingers twitched, itching to squeeze tighter just to see his reaction. Instead, he let him go, disgust boiling over.

Sebastian sat slacked against the wall, his breathing rapid and blinking away tears. 

“Stop…” Demetrius started even if his voice was clinging to his throat making it hard to speak clearly. “Stop playing tonight. I’d like to sleep.”

He didn’t stay for Sebestian’s answer, turning on his heel and slamming the door shut, relieved to note that the music didn’t continue any further.

He should’ve gone to bed, fall asleep peacefully for the first time in weeks.

Instead, Demetrius found himself in the bathroom, door locked and hand on his half erect member. Usually it would take Robin a while to even get him hard. But Sebestian…

He bit back a moan as he stroked himself. His sleeve was still wet with Sebastian’s spit. Hesitant at first, then biting down on his sleeve and sucking the moisture into his mouth.

Delicious.

Yet so disgusting.

His hand stroked faster along his cock and his mind ran with various deliciously vile thoughts.

Sebastian had to be a virgin. Untouched and inexperienced. He’d probably never been kissed either. Demetrius could take both. Teach him. Deflower him.

He could force Sebastian onto his knees and show him how to suck. How to take his full length into his mouth without gagging. He’d make him swallow every drop of his seed.

Then…

Then he could suck Sebastian as well. He probably wouldn’t be big enough to choke him. He’d moan once his pathetic dick was fully engulfed, so sensitive. And while he’d be bucking his hips and moaning like a bitch, Demetrius could finger him open. Driving him to ecstasy.

Faster and hard, sucking and finger fucking until he was pushed over the edge…

His orgasm hit him harder than it had in years, spilling out a giant, wet mess. His whole body shook harder than Sebastian did, only minutes prior. Heavy, hard.

Pure bliss.

Lust.

Guilt.

Once his orgasm had finally died down, he was left with nothing but a puddle of cum and guilt. He had a wife. He had a child. Sebastian was a teenager.

He cleaned everything up swiftly, and went to bed.  Yet despite the lack of noise, he found it just as difficult to sleep as before.

-

Currently, everyone was at an… Odd peace.  Maru was finally a teenager, ready to start high school in only a few months. Again, Demetrius attempted to push her up a few grades. Again, it was rejected.

Sebastian was freshly eighteen and a drop out. A further disappointment. He claimed he had a career in coding. But both he and Robin agreed that was likely just his own excuse to spend all day on the computer.

In all honesty, Demetrius had wanted to either make him pay rent with whatever ‘money’ he was making or to kick him out. But just as Robin could never convince him to kick out Maru, he’d never be able to convince her to get rid of him.

Unfortunate.

Every day only grew harder.

His already mild sex drive had almost vanished. Before he was able to at least keep an erection while he and Robin slept together. Now he was unable to even pretend sex was enjoyable. No matter how much skin she’d flash or how deep she’d swallow his dick down, there was no spark.

He could tell it was negatively affecting her. Her insecurity was a stain on whatever relationship they had. Constantly asking him if she was pretty or spending longer than necessary staring at herself in the mirror, picking out flaws that she never had.

It didn’t surprise him when the lack of affection had her craving for some. She tried to hide it from him, but her phone was constantly buzzing with new names begging to meet up or to show her how she should be treated.

Maybe he should’ve been jealous. Protective. Worried at the very least, that the end of their relationship would mean never seeing Maru again. But he highly doubted that Robin would ever file for a divorce. Even if she did, she already had her own disaster child. It wouldn’t be hard to convince her that Maru would be better off living with him.

So he kept his mouth shut, living in a comfortable silence.

Sebastian was a different story. He’d grown from his loud, obnoxious antics instead meddling down to a soft spoken introvert. He no longer stomped around the house or destroyed valuables just for attention. Actually, it felt as if he were trying to avoid attention all together.

Ironic, truly, as he’d never once held Demetrius’s attention for so long before. Once a brat that Demetrius couldn’t wait to finally be rid of, now the boy plagued his mind.

It seemed like a day couldn’t pass without the boy crawling into his head and rendering him useless until he came. It became a habit. The moment Demetrius was safe inside his bathroom, he’d bite down on his lip and jerk off as silently as possible.

Blowjobs, hand jobs, dry humping, and fucking, fucking, fucking. Raw, safe, public, consentual, forceful…

Every night was a new fantasy and a new way he’d hope to completely violate Sebastian in his mind. Obsessed.

Horny.

Dirty.

He was satisfied keeping the sinful thoughts in his head. Spilling his seed into his palm or flushing it down a drain. It was only really a problem to his and Robin’s sex life, but she’d been taking care of that herself.

It really didn’t come as a surprise when Robin announced she’d be going on a trip to Zuzu city. Not for work this time, however, but to meet a friend.

What did come as a shock, however, was her sudden insistence to bring Maru along with the trip. A ‘girls night out’, she called it.

Demetrius didn’t have to be a scientist to figure out why.

Her face was red, the slight look of guilt, the way she’d snatch her phone the moment it buzzed regardless of what it was? 

He supposed he was happy she found someone who was willing to meet up with her. He just wished she opted to take her son instead.

Sebastian probably would’ve loved to go on a trip to Zuzu city.

Regardless, the two packed their trip the next morning and Demetrius was once again left alone in the house with the problem child.

Not that he was a child anymore.

The day stretched by slowly, like a lazy cat that had just awoken from its nap. As expected, Sebastian stayed in his room. Multiple times Demetrius would find himself silently creeping down the stairs just to try and listen in to what Sebastian was doing.

Most of the time he heard nothing but the rapid click clack of fingers on a keyboard— Although once he believed he heard sniffling and soft crying.

Once he was satisfied listening to what his step-son was doing, he’d silently retreat back upstairs and busy himself with mindless tasks. Dishes, sweeping, tidying up the lab. Lots of cleaning.

At one point, he briefly considered making the two of them lunch.

But what would that do?

He doubted Sebastian would even eat the food. The kid barely had an appetite. Rarely escaped his den for food and when he did, it was always something small that couldn’t possibly leave him feeling satisfied.

Demetrius wondered if Sebastian was attempting to starve himself. To shrink himself so small he’d eventually vanish from the rest of the world, leaving behind nothing but skin and bones.

A small tap on his shoulder was a brief distraction from the thoughts that ran. Demetrius turned and, to his surprise, stood Sebastian.

Meekly, eyes cast down as if he were trying to avoid the gaze of a predator. Maybe he was. He was soft spoken, only lifting a hand and uttering a single word. “Food.”

Demetrius immediately stepped to the side. He hadn’t even remembered stopping in front of the fridge. He could’ve sworn he was doing the dishes…

Regardless, Sebastian bent his lean body to a crouch, keeping his eyes locked to the near full fridge. Packed with groceries and leftovers.

Minutes flew by with Sebastian hovering in the fridge. Demetrius took the opportunity to cast a few unsubtle glances down his body. Traveling up his long legs, resting sinfully on the subtle curve of his ass, dipping to how his skinny jeans hugged so beautifully against his crotch.

He tore his eyes away once Sebastian retreated from the fridge with nothing but a can of soda.

“You should eat more than that,” Demetrius spoke without meaning to.

Sebastian paused briefly, turning his head to look up at him. Wordlessly, he popped open the top of the soda tab and walked away.

He should’ve let him go. That would’ve been the smart thing to do.

But Demetrius’s brain always seemed to turn stupid and violent around Sebastian.

He chased after, grabbing at Sebastian’s wrist. Sebastian stopped dead in his tracks and Demetrius could feel his pulse quicken just from the interaction.

“I’m just saying I’m worried about-” Before he could finish, Sebastian chucked his mostly full soda can at Demetrius.

It landed right in the middle of his chest, knocking out his breath. Soda splashed him in the face, then sprayed over the rest of his body as it clattered to the ground.

The silence stretched for eons. Demetrius staring down at Sebastian in disbelief and Sebastian staring up at him with his eyes wide with fear.

Of course he was scared. Why wouldn’t he be? There had never been a good interaction between them in the entirety of this boy’s life. There were more than enough times where an interaction had ended with Sebastian pinned down with Demetrius’s hands around his neck. Choking with the intent to hurt him. Once to kill him.

So Demetrius understood why he did it. He even understood that it was all his fault that Sebastian was so afraid of him.

But fuck, if it didn’t piss him off.

His reaction was immediate. Sebastian cried out in terror, twisting his wrist in Demetrius’s iron grip to escape. But an improper diet and lack of sun didn’t equate to the best strength.

Demetrius yanked him forward, ignoring the pleading “I’m sorry, let me go!” Sebastian was twisted around, his arm held firmly behind his back and his neck held firmly like a stray cat. Demetrius slammed him into the wall, a mistake.

Sebastian was sobbing openly, sniffling with fat tears lolling in his eyes. He was held firmly against the wall with minimal effort, his back arching and his knees slack.

Fuck.

The heat pooled into his groin, standing proud against his work pants and pressing right into Sebastian’s ass. If the boy wasn’t sobbing a pathetic mess, Demetrius was certain he would’ve felt it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me, Demetrius, I’m sorry,” Sebastian choked out. He sniffled and stuttered, his entire body trembling like the last leaf before winter.

Yoba, he was delicious.

Demetrius’s breathing slowed, lust clinging to his mind and controlling his body like a pawn. “I just want… What’s best for you…” He growled softly into Sebastian’s ear, a tone that could easily be mistaken for anger rather than desire.

Another sob. “No, no, no you don’t! You want to hurt me, you…- You want to fucking kill me!” Sebastian accused.

“Sebastian,” Demetrius warned, brushing off what he said. “Watch your mouth.”

“Why? Why should I? You hate me. You’re going to strangle me again, I know you will! You always do this, you-” He yelled out as the grip on the back of his throat suddenly tightened.

But Demetrius had nothing to say. Sebastian was right.

His fingers were cramping from how long he kept a frigid grip on his neck, holding firm.

“Why do you hate me?” Sebastian finally whispered, his sobs calming down to silent tears and sniffles.

“I don’t-” Demetrius started.

“You do. You’ve hated me since I was five.”

“I don’t…” A pause. His grip loosened. “I didn’t want to hate you. I tried to keep an open mind with you. But you were…”

“A problem,” Sebastian finished. Softly. Dejected. His black eyes, sparkly with tears, stared off in the distance. He’d calm fully now, silent save for a few sniffles. He didn’t struggle, he didn’t do anything.

Demetrius almost let him go. Not from pity, although he did feel a hint of that. But fear that his calmed state would lead him to realize just how closely pressed they were together.

But then Sebastian opened his fucking mouth.

“I hate you.”

No bite, no anger. A simple, honest confession that Demetrius had long since known.

“I hate you, and Maru, and Mom. I hate all of you.” His shoulders tensed and his bangs fell over his eyes. “I hate you the most. I hate you.”

If he had more to say, Demetrius didn’t want to hear it. He twisted Sebastian around. A moment's hesitancy, then his hands went where they belonged; Around Sebastian’s fucking throat.

It was almost sad to see how Sebastian didn’t even attempt to fight back even if his pulse quickened.

He squeezed, Yoba, did he squeeze. As tightly as he could, crushing Sebastian’s throat in his hands. His pale face turned a dark shade of red, yet his hands remained slack at his sides. His eyes bore into Demetrius’s, staring with defiance. Spite. Daring him to just kill him already.

But instead, in the heat of Demetrius’s hot anger, his heart broke. Shattered to a million pieces that bounced around in his chest and cut him open and left him to bleed. His heart broke for Sebastian, how broken he ended up because of him. His heart broke for Robin for ending up with a monster. His heart broke for Maru, who was the only good thing to result from his mistakes.

His heart broke.

He let go of Sebastian’s throat, sick to his stomach just how surprised Sebastian seemed to be that he was freed. He tried to hide it, but Demetrius could see how high his chest rose and fell, gasping in breaths and air.

Such a broken boy. Destroyed, shattered, all because Demetrius replaced the spot he had reserved for a father. If he’d just given him a chance.

Care.

Love.

Demetrius’s eyes suddenly shot down to stare at Sebastian’s lips.

Love.

It was too late to be any sort of parental figure to him. It’d been too late since the first time he dared to lay a finger on him. But there were other feelings bubbling deep inside of him.

Love.

The need to strip him and make love to him until every wound Demetrius ever gave him healed.

Yoba, he was disgusting. And normally, he’d shake off the thoughts until he was alone.

But now? When Sebastian was so close and Demetrius was so far gone?

There was no justifying it.

He leaned in and kissed Sebastian.

Hot yet gentle, pressing his entire body against Sebastian’s. Underneath him, he could feel Sebastian tense and suck in a breath. A noise of surprise escaped him and it vibrated right down to his dick.

But Sebastian never kissed back.

When Demetrius pulled back, his head was in the clouds and his heart was full. But Sebastian stared up at him, horrified. His mouth gaped open, dumbfounded.

“Y-You—” 

Demetirus didn’t let him finish, sticking his tongue into his mouth. He tasted exactly as he had remembered two years ago when he was sucking his spit from his sleeve, only with a brief taste of the single sip of soda he had before throwing.

For a moment, Demetrius was in paradise. For a moment, his heart was swelled with love, maybe with delusion. For a moment, everything was perfect.

Then teeth bit down as hard as they could.

Demetrius jerked away, a hand slapping to his lips. Copper filled his mouth and a drop of it dripped down Sebastian’s lips. He didn’t hesitate, raising his free hand and slapping Sebastain.

His head snapped to the side. His cheek was rapidly turning pink, but he spoke as if he hadn’t even noticed it. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

A lot.

But Demetrius didn’t answer that.

Because he was livid. Of course he'd be made a fool to try and love the problem child. To open his heart and let him in? Hah! He’d be better off with a knife piercing his chest.

Foolish for an otherwise smart man.

Sebastian was unlovable. How could he ever delude himself into thinking otherwise?

So then what? What stirred in his chest? What made him want to bite him back just to lick the wound clean? What made him so desperate to sink himself into his throat?

Lust.

Of course.

Lust made him act foolish.

Nobody was smart when those dreadful hormones ruined their brain.

And how do you fix lust?

Sex.

Sebastian shrunk back against the wall, unable to escape. But he stared up at Demetrius with such burning hatred, he almost wanted to laugh. What a brat.

Demetrius punched him, knocking him to the ground. Sebastian sputtered, spitting out blood and saliva. A dark purple bruise already colouring his cheek. He wasn’t given the mercy of rest, instead earning a sharp kick to the ribs. Not hard enough to break, but hard enough to bruise. Again and again.

Because that’s what Demetrius wanted. Not to break him further, but to bruise him.

Sebastian yelped, gasping sharply at the pain that was injected into his body. Good. He deserved it.

Demetrius crouched next to him, yanking a fist full of his hair. He pulled him up, contorting his neck further back than it was meant to.

“Listen here you fucking mutt,” Demetrius spoke sharply. “You’ve been nothing but a damn hindrance. To me, to your sister, to your mother. Do you think it matters that you hate us? We’ve hated you for a long time.”

He was bluffing. The only one who ever truly hated Sebastian was his very person. But even as Demetrius barked out his anger, he couldn’t even be too sure if he truly hated Sebastian. Regardless, the tears weld up in Sebastian’s eyes, believing every lie he was told.

“You do nothing. You laze about in your room all day, taking up space, taking up food. If you killed yourself tomorrow, we couldn’t even bother with a funeral. We’d just dump your body into the river.”

“Shut up, that's not true!” Sebastian gritted through his teeth. But the tears flowed from his eyes.

“It’s not?” Demetrius tested, yanking his head back further. The cry he earned was delicious. “When was the last time anyone told you they loved you?”

The final straw. Sebastian was back to that beautiful mess Demetrius loved. Sobbing a puddle, cheeks pink, and such a pathetic display.

“Listen to me,” Demetrius snapped his head to the side, forcing him to look at him. “I’m going to shower. When I’m done, I expect you to be in my room, waiting for me.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

A pause.

“Whatever you deserve.”

-

The soda was sticky on his skin. But not as sticky as his guilt on his soul. He sat in the shower for a full fifteen minutes, staring off at the blank tile.

When he finished, he dried himself quickly and wrapped himself in a fluffy bathrobe. A small part of him hoped that Sebastian didn’t listen to him. That he’d open his door to an empty bedroom and his step-son would be back down in the basement pretending he didn’t exist.

Instead, there laid Sebastian, curled on his mother’s side in the bed. His shoes were kicked off carelessly by the door, almost tripping Demetrius on the way in.

He’d calmed down, he should tell Sebastian to leave and to never speak of any of this again. But there he was, waiting for Demetrius to come back, fully aware of what was planned for him.

Was he really that afraid of what Demetrius would do to him if he denied? Or… Or was he that desperate? Desperate for some semblance of love, regardless of how disgusting?

It encouraged him to continue.

He walked into the room, locking the door behind him. Sebastian tensed in his spot, slowly sitting up. He didn’t look at Demetrius until he was right in front of him. Then his gaze was soft, pleading.

For a moment, Demetrius was briefly reminded of a defiant fourteen year old Sebastian. He’d never let this happen. He’d fight, bite, punch… Or would he? Was Sebastian always like this? Could he have done this to him sooner?

Of course not. Robin and Maru both being absent was a rare treat.

He lifted a hand and Sebastian flinched back, expecting pain that never came. A moment. Two. Sebastian relaxed, slowly, allowing Demetrius to touch him.

He brushed his thumb over the bruise on his cheek. It had already deepened into a rich, dark purple. Demetrius regretted giving it to him. It was a blemish on such a pretty face.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” His question was loud in such a silent room.

Sebastian’s lips tightened, his gaze falling down. “You’re going to…” He trailed off, as if afraid to finish.

“I’ll what? Say it.”

“You’ll… fuck me.”

How crude. The gentle thumb stopped, instead choosing to cup Sebastian’s swollen cheek. Demetrius was more than delighted to see Sebastian lean into the warm touch.

“And you’re alright with that?”

Sebastian didn’t answer, closing his eyes as if to shut Demetrius out. It was alright, he weighed. He supposed the answer, whatever the answer, wasn’t worth it.

“Are you a virgin?” He asked, changing the subject.

Sebastian’s slight, tense inhale told the answer long before he nodded. There, a pit settled in Demetirus’s chest. A warm, spikey hot pit of an unrecognizable feeling.

If he continued with this, he’d be taking Sebastian’s virginity. Deflowering him like he’d always expected.

Longing?

He dragged his thumb along Sebastian’s lower lip, feeling the soft pink skin. His lips had been as beautiful as he imagined, softer than expected. Perfection, despite the dull ache that still laid on his tongue.

Beautiful lips, strong teeth.

Sebastian nuzzled into Demetrius’s palm as if he was starving for attention. He was being sweet. A confusing contrast to the sour boy he’d grown accustomed to.

Demetrius paid it no mind.

Instead, he paid attention to the beauty that sat in front of him. Soft, perfect. He’d envisioned a moment like this, countless times. One of the many fantasies that kept him satisfied for the night. Now, here he was.

Demetrius was almost stuck. He’d fucked Sebastian many times in his head. But it was all fake. All something he could shrug off and move on from. But now it all flooded back to him.

Hundreds of dreams, hundreds of scenarios, hundreds of brief thoughts that only lasted as long as Sebastian bending over.

“Stand up,” Demetrius commanded “And strip. I want to see you.”

He’d expect for Sebastian to talk back, to give attitude or yell. But he was pleasantly surprised when he, instead, stood up silently and unbuckled his pants.

Sebastian was slow, quiet, yet perfectly obedient. He peeled his skinny jeans off his legs and kicked them off to the side, revealing perfectly long, pale legs. Clean shaven too, Demetrius noted.

He itched off his socks and hoodie next, leaving him in just a long sleeved undershirt and boxers. Two options that would be uncomfortable to remove.

Hesitance.

Then the shirt was taken off. He was skinny, his eating habits really taking its toll on his form. From where he stood, Demetrius could practically count the boy’s ribs.

Demetrius wished he was more concerned.

His arms were littered with the same scars since he was fourteen. Faded ones, scabs. The only new addition were the three straight cuts along his wrist that puffed up against his skin. Fresh cuts. Recent cuts.

So Sebastian hadn’t come straight to the room.

Yet they were well cleaned, no blood, no mess. Just three fresh cuts.

“That’s a bad habit,” Dememtrius murmured, acknowledging the cuts for the first time since they were revealed to him over four years ago.

Sebastian scoffed, running one hand idle down the various cuts. “It’s not like you ever tried to stop me.”

Demetrius didn’t respond to that. He couldn’t. Instead, he reached out, sliding his fingers into the waistband of Sebastian’s boxers.

He didn’t tug them down immediately, instead just resting there for a moment’s brief, allowing Sebastian to tense up by the inevitability.

And tense up he did. A breath cut short. Large black eyes staring up at Demetrius with a wavering uncertainty. He looked as if he needed comfort. But all Demetrius did was offer a brief, chaste kiss on his forehead and tugged down.

The boy’s briefs fell down without any complaint, landing softly on the floor. Sebastian kicked them away, underneath the bed where they were soon forgotten.

Free, Demetrius’s eyes drank in every inch of Sebastian’s form. Milky pale skin littered with scars, bones that protruded from beneath his flesh, and the slight jitter of uneven breaths.

Demetrius just couldn’t help his hands from wandering, touching and stroking parts of Sebastian he’d imagined thousands of times before and he wanted nothing more than to memorize him. He was softer than Demetrius could’ve ever guessed. Soft and smooth.

Up his sides, gripping his hips, dipping to squeeze his ass— Sebastian stayed quiet aside from breathy sighs. Every inch Demetrius kneaded or massaged seemed to relax Sebastian more and more in his arms.

It was almost painful to pull away from him.

But Demetrius didn’t want to leave Sebastian the only one bare. He was able to undress much faster. Just one tug at the sash holding his bathrobe together and the whole thing fell off and pooled around his feet.

Sebastian jumped as the bathrobe fell, almost as if he wasn’t expecting his step-father to undress. Black eyes swam over his body, taking in every inch of natural muscle, stray freckle, and contour. Once he had taken his share of Demetrius’s form, his eyes rested right on the thickening length between his legs.

Sebastian’s face was cold, devoid of any obvious emotion. Just staring at Demetrius’s erection, at what was inevitable.

“You’re going to open your mouth and fall to your knees,” Sebastian’s attention snapped up to Demetrius. “I’m going to teach you how to give head.”

“Give you…?” Sebastian trailed off, swallowing thickly. “I-I thought we would just… Get right to fucking.”

Demetrius pressed his lips together, holding back the urge to smile. “On your knees,” He repeated, firmly.

Sebastian stood there, his mouth agape. Stunned to silence, yet he sank down, caving to Demetrius’s demand. A good, obedient boy.

Demetrius ran his fingers through Sebastian’s midnight locks, finally allowing the smile to crack on his face. It was impossible to keep stoic when such a beautiful boy kneeled down, gazing up at him with such uncertainty.

“You’re beautiful like this,” Demetrius praised. He held the base of his cock, guiding the tip towards Sebastian’s lips. He brushed the head along the bottom lips, feeling a shiver spike down his body in pure satisfaction.

Just one push forward and he was engulfed inside of Sebastian’s warm mouth. A deep, guttural groan arose from his throat. Sebastian gagged around the sudden intrusion, his eyes shutting as he focused. In just one push, he was halfway down his throat.

“So beautiful…” The praise almost felt foreign on his tongue. Kind words didn’t come easily to him, especially not aimed towards Sebastian. But when every compliment seemed to encourage Sebastian to strain his jaw a little wide and relax his throat, Demetrius decided that compliments were the perfect price to pay.

Of course, no amount of compliments was able to mask Sebastian’s inexperience. He couldn’t stop gagging whenever Demetrius touched the back of his throat. Saliva dribbled out the corners of his mouth, leaving him messy.

Demetrius pulled out, examining his messy face. Teary eyes, wet chin, face flushed pink.

“You’re straining yourself too hard,” Demetrius stated once Sebastian pulled off, gasping for breath. “You’re not supposed to suffocate yourself.”

Sebastian glared up at him, wiping off his drool with the back of his palm. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Mmm…” Fingers threaded themselves back into Sebastian’s dark hair, rubbing gentle circles against his scalp. “You’re just inexperienced and I said I was going to teach you.”

He held onto Sebastian’s head, guiding him back to his cock, hard and still wet. “Open your mouth.”

Sebastian obeyed and Demetrius rested the tip on his open lips.

“Don’t gasp for breath at the last minute. That’ll make you gag. Breath in through your nose as I slide in, then hold it once I’m at the back of your throat,” Demetrius instructed as if he’d taught a thousand people before.

Sebastian obliged, squeezing his eyes shut as he inhaled through his nose. Demetrius slid in, slowly easing open Sebastian’s jaw before finally sinking back in the warm depth of his throat. Sebastian still gagged, but lighter this time. Less strained, less difficult.

He slid out until he was back resting on his lips, then back in. In, out, in out.

Every time he would pick up speed, shoving himself back to Sebastian’s throat just a little faster. Every time, Sebastian would gag a little less. Faster and faster, until Demetrius was thrusting in and out as fast as he pleased, thoroughly fucking Sebastian’s mouth.

Sebastian’s hands squeezed the meat of Demetrius’s thighs, harder when his mouth was filled and loosening once he could breathe properly again. But he stopped gagging, stopped ripping himself away. Just sitting there, allowing Demetrius to violate his mouth as long as he wanted.

Yoba, was it bliss. Warm and perfect.

Sebastian didn’t even need that much teaching. Just a few instructions, and he was bobbing his head and sucking in the entire length as if he’d been sucking dick his whole life. 

A natural, Demetrius thought to himself.

Every thrust brought him closer, yearning, begging to cum and spill his seed all into Sebastian’s hungry mouth. The thought itself nearly finished him off. But instead he pulled off, panting curses as pleasure nearly made him collapse over himself.

His body curled over, his fingers digging into Sebastian’s scalp, earning himself a cry of pain from the process. 

“Fuck… Fuck…” Underneath him, Demetrius could feel Sebastian flinch. He let go of his scalp, instead, gripping on tightly to the bedsheets in front of him as he sought to catch his breath and calm down from his near orgasm.

He could’ve cum. Thrust himself deep into Sebastian’s lips and cum directly down his throat so he’d have to swallow it down to avoid choking. He could’ve. A part of him wishes he did. But there was so much time.

The small pause was only a few minutes brief. Every breath was another bout of relaxation, another bit of ease, another burst of energy ready to move on. Sebastian stayed on the floor, his own ragged breaths louder than Demetrius’s. He couldn’t see what the boy was doing, but he could feel him clinging onto his leg, fingertips pressed deeply into his skin.

Just sitting there. Until Demetrius felt him move. Rocking his hips, pressing his own erection against Demetrius’s leg. Sebastian’s grip tightened, steadying himself as he humped like a dog. Pathetic whimpers accompanying every thrust.

Yoba, if he had a collar.

Instead, he pulled away, feeling more than satisfied when Sebastian whimpered at the loss. Demetrius ignored the urge to pet him.

“On the bed.”

Sebastian nodded, climbing up the bed. Not a single command was uttered after, yet Sebastian pressed his face into the pillow, arching his back and sticking his ass high up into the air. The perfect whorish display.

Still, Demetrius followed, sliding a hand up along the arch of Sebastian’s spine, watching him shudder at the feeling. The bedding sank under both of their weight and the wooden frame creaked with every minor movement, piercing Demetrius’s ears.

Despite Robin’s assurance that the bed would last them over fifty years, Demetrius believed it was long overdue for a refurbishment. Or to be scraped all together.

Demetrius’s hands traveled up and down Sebastian’s body, keening out high pitched mewls and moans. Down his spine, along his thighs, gripping at his ass. Demetrius took care to take inventory of every available inch of flesh. Savoring every bit before the main course.

“Demetrius…” Sebastian whispered. “Demetrius… Please…”

Fuck.

Demetrius was already opening a nearby nightstand, fishing for a bottle of lube. “Please what? Beg better.” 

“Fu… Please fuck me, Demetrius.” Sebastian tensed underneath him, flinching when Demetrius pulled out the lube. Still full near the brink. He popped open the top, pouring more than enough onto his fingers.

Despite the slick liquid that coaxed his fingers, Demetrius still found it surprising just how easily his fingers slid in. One finger, two fingers, Sebastian only made a noise of discomfort once Demetrius scissored his fingers to open him up.

“I thought you were a virgin?” Demetrius questioned.

Sebastian responded with a ragged inhale. “I am.”

Demetrius arched a brow, pushing both fingers knuckle deep. The deeper he ventured, the tighter Sebastian was.

“I-I finger myself sometimes.”

The confession made his dick twitch. His eyes jumped to Sebastian’s face, only to find he had buried himself deep into his mother’s pillow. Yet his blush still crept bright pink up down his neck.

“What do you imagine?” He pushed his fingers back in, this time curling them. “When you finger yourself.”

Sebastian hitched a breath. His body tensed, clenching around his fingers. Demetrius had to massage the back of his thigh to relax him again.

“I can’t. It’s embarrassing. Really embarrassing," Sebastian finally admitted.

The massage turned into a quick, sharp slap, jolting Sebastian’s face from the pillow. “Ah-”

“Answer.”

Sebastian whimpered. Then stayed silent.

Fine.

Demetrius’s fingers curled again, this time finding that sweet spot inside. Sebastian’s body shuddered, goosebumps tightening along his skin as he clutched the sheets. Until his knuckles were pure white.

Demetrius rubbed circles against him, over and over, relentlessly abusing Sebastian’s prostate. Teasing, touching, slowly unraveling Sebastian into a mess of unintelligible noises.

“I-I- Wait! D-Demetrisus- Fuck, please-” Between Sebastian’s legs, his dick twitched and pooled out precum that dripped down onto the sheets. His form faltered as his knees trembled, sliding further apart from each other, leaving him more exposed and much easier to finger fuck.

Demetrius couldn’t help the smile curling at his lips. “Just answer the question, love.”

He wasn’t sure what compelled him to use such a pet name, but at it, Sebastian seemed to melt. Relaxing despite how roughly he was fingered.

Moments. Silence. Demetrius was just about ready to yank Sebastian back by the hair and shove his dick inside him before finally, the confession came out in a hushed voice.

“I imagine you…”

Halt.

Demetrius eased his fingers out, letting Sebastian breathe a sigh of relief. “Doing what?”

“Y-You're choking me… A-And telling me how much you hate me,” Sebastian’s eyes stare fixated to a random corner of the room. Demetrius struggles to see how Sebastian supposedly finds that hot. “That there’s no way you could ever love me. Until you grab my ass and fuck me. Then suddenly you can’t get enough of me. Then you can’t let go of me. Then you tell me how much you love me. Because they only way you can bare me is when you’re fucking me.”

The top of the lube bottle cracks open again, this time spilling out along the length of Demetrius’s cock and a few extra coatings along Sebastian’s rim. His free hand strokes himself idly, making sure he is properly covered.

He pulls Sebastian up by the hips, back up into the proper position with his back arched and ass pointed upwards. Demetrius lined himself, ready to penetrate Sebastian— Either from lust or a new desperate need to shut him up.

“Do you love me at all, Demetrius?” It was as hushed as a feather falling to the ground, yet loud enough to reach Demetrius’s unwilling ears. For a brief moment, horror. A spike in his heart as he stared down at Sebastian. At his step-son. At the child of the woman he would never care for, despite being the mother of his child.

He thrusted in without an answer.

Sebastian stretched around him, yet hugged him tightly. Firmly. Every inch deeper was a deliciously horrific reminder that Demetrius was the first to ever touch him like this.

When he bottomed out inside of his step-son, Sebastian was paralyzed on the bed, panting like a mutt. Every inch of him shook like a leaf, his hands clawing at the sheets searching for stability.

“Mmm. Good boy.”

Simple praise, yet made Sebastian moan softly into the pillow.

Demetrius didn’t wait long before moving. He’d waited enough with bothering to stretch him out— Hell, he’d argue he’d waited years for this. He’d waited enough.

He thrusted in and out of Sebastaian at a pace that should’ve been reserved for experienced lovers, not a middle aged man and his virgin step-son. Sebastian never complained though, only holding firm against the headboard and moaning stupidly as he was pounded into.

“D-Demetrius- Fuck! Please-” His mouth spilled out his name and meaningless begging for something, fucking anything. But it was just noise from his incessant need to never shut up.

Demetrius remained silent, save for an occasional breathy sigh or grunt. His brows knitted together, keeping focus on just thrusting. His fingers dug into Sebastian’s hips, digging bruises into the soft flesh.

In. Out. In, out, again and again.

A voice in the back of his head told him to stop, and he smacked Sebastain’s ass as hard as he could, drowning out the voice with the loud cry that came after.

“Pl-Please, it’s too fast- D-Demetrius-” Sebastian continued to beg for nothing in particular. It fell on deaf ears.

“Demetrius!” This time, Sebastian sobbed, tears falling from his eyes, ruining the black eyeliner Demetrius wasn’t aware Sebastian had on in the first place. (Had he put it on in an attempt to look prettier?) “Please- It’s fast! It’s too fast. I- Yoba, please- Daddy-”

Demetrius let out a deep moan of approval. His thrusts never slowed, however. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of Sebastian’s hair, yanking him up roughly. He ignored the sob that escaped him as he wrapped an arm around his torso, holding him closer.

“Call me that again,” Demetrius commanded, rough and threatening despite speaking no louder than a whisper.

Sebastian’s hands hit softly against Demetrius’s arm, tears flowing openly down his face and leaving black trails behind. “Daddy.”

Fuck. It was dirty.

But it was perfect.

It rolled off his tongue nicely, even if it had to be fucked out.

His cock twitched inside of Sebastian, pleased. Yoba, he needed to cum. He needed to fuck him. He needed to-

“Daddy, please… Slow down,” Sebastian gasped out. “It’s too fast. It hurts. It’s- It’s-” He stuttered, only to have his mouth suddenly covered.

“Shut it,” Demetrius barked. “Shut your fucking mouth.”

He uncovered Sebastian’s mouth, ignoring the sob that followed after. Instead, he gripped tightly at his jaw, forcing his mouth open as he continued to fuck him at the speed prior.

“I said I would give you whatever you deserved,” He stated simply. Sebastian tried to reply, but Demetrius hooked his thumb into Sebastian’s mouth. He ignored how he immediately sunk his teeth into his flesh. “That means I am going to fuck you until I’m satisfied. Not you. Do I make myself clear?”

Sebastian nodded.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Y-Yes, Daddy.” It was barely audible as he struggled to speak around Demetrius’s thumb, but it was enough. It's all more than enough.

It’s enough to move. 

He slams his hips against Sebastian’s, harder and faster than before, drilling deep inside of him. Every thrust would hit against his prostate, although that was accidental. He was chasing after his own pleasure, fucking for his own enjoyment.

Still, Sebastian was more audible than he ever was. Sobbing and moaning as Demetrius fucked him without care. His hands clawed at his wrist, now that the bed sheets were too far to reach.

The room filled with the quick, steady rhythm of their skin smashing together, the hideous creak of the bed, and Sebastian’s dumb mouth. Demetrius had never heard anything more beautiful in his life.

His free hand smacked Sebastian’s ass, leaving behind a reddened mark and he’s never seen anything more beautiful.

His body shudders, heat pools in his lower belly, and his chest tightens. The faster he fucks, the better he feels, and he’s never felt better.

Faster, faster— And somehow, Sebastian cums before him. Breaking out with a cry, every thrust spilling his seed messily. What could’ve been a simple mess of pleasure, sprayed up his body and across the sheets.

Beautiful.

Sebastian fell limp in his arms, and Demetrius dropped him into the puddle of his own cum. Sebastian landed with a thud, streaky tears staining the pillow.

Demetrius came shortly after, sinking himself deep, and coming with a deep groan and his finger gripping Sebastian’s hips. He noted how Sebastian tensed as he was filled to the brim, yet paid no mind as he finally slid out, allowing cum to drip down his thighs and join the mess on the sheets.

The two of them laid there for Yoba knows how long, just panting and sitting in their own mess of thought.

At least, Demetrius was.

Two years of masturbating to this boy. Even longer knowing him. Now there he laid, ruined completely.

What’s worse, there wasn’t an inch of regret inside of Demetrius. Instead of a deep pit setting in his stomach, he only felt relief. Happiness. Like he’d finally done what he should've a long time ago.

Filthy.

“Get up and get dressed. I need to clean this mess before your mother comes home.”

Sebastian struggled sitting up, blinking lazily and whincing. Likely from the various bruises that littered his body. Or perhaps the newfound soreness that would rack his body from the previous pounding.

“She’s cheating on you,” He replied, flipping himself over. “With a man from Zuzu City.”

Demetrius nodded. “I’m well aware.”

“Is that why you fucked me? To get revenge on her?” Sebasian questioned, yet didn’t move.

“No.”

Sebastian was quiet for a while, staring at Demetrius with soft eyes. Then hesitantly, “Do… Do you love me?”

A soft, childish question. One that he would expect from Sebastian, considering his fantasies. It was almost cute, figuring that he was secretly vying for any affection. Even if it was twistedly romantic.

Demetrius shook his head, destroying any swell of hope. “No. I don’t love you. Not as a son, not as a lover.”

He tore his gaze from Sebastian, but he still caught the slight tremble of his lower lip. “Then why did you fuck me?”

“Desire. But now I don’t have any further desire. Get dressed and leave.”

He was hurting Sebastian, being unnecessarily cruel. At the very least, he could’ve held him. Kissed him.

But he’d already been shown loving Sebastian was near an impossible task.

He ignored the pity that longed to ruin his happy mood as Sebastian got up to dress himself. He ignored the sniffle from the boy as he clothed himself and made his way to the basement. He ignored the loud sobs he could hear from below as Sebastian likely broke down.

He ignored all of it. Instead, swiftly cleaning the mess. Shoving the sheets into the wash, dressing into something proper, scrubbing the smell of sex off the walls.

It was a tedious task that lasted the rest of the day. Sebastian had long since quieted down and the sun was gone by the time he finally heard the garage open and Robin parked the car. 

Maru greeted him first, running into his arms and giggling. A habit he hoped she would never let go of. She spilled story after story of the things she and Robin (and Robin’s supposed friend) did. From a special lunch, to the museum, until they gave her some money to buy whatever mechanical parts she wanted from an Auto shop while they ‘hung out’ in the truck.

Robin desperately tried to paint everything as innocent and Demetrius pretended to believe it.

Only a few minutes later, Maru broke into a yawn. Demetrius kissed her goodnight and wished her well before she vanished to her room.

Demetrius and Robin vanished to theirs.

“I’m surprised Sebby didn’t come up to say hi,” Robin sighed.

“I’m not,” Demetrious fell onto the bed, relaxing at the clean sheets. Warm with the faint smell of laundry soap. “He’s not very social.”

“I know… I just thought…” Robin trailed off before shaking her head. “Did you wash the sheets?”

He nodded. “I thought you would appreciate coming home to a clean, warm bed.”

Robin smiled at him, letting her hair down. “Well, you were right as always. I’m going to get ready for bed.” She reached over, placing a kiss firmly on his cheek.

Demetrius didn’t move from his spot, although more relief flooded him. He’d gotten away with it. Hopefully forever if Sebastian never speaks of what they did to his mother.

Then they can resume their normal dynamic. Sebastian stays in the basement, Demetrius remains a family man. With new thoughts in his head, he could probably keep himself hard for Robin and reel her back into a monogamous relationship. 

And if things ever died down again? He was certain he could convince Sebastian to go on a trip with him if the need ever arose-

“Honey?” Robin piqued up from her side of the bed.

Demetrius opened his eyes, unaware he had ever closed them. “Yes?”

Robin sat on her hands and knees, a look of concern etched into her face. She reached under the bed silently, and Demetrius half-expected her to pull out the anniversary gift he’d hidden from her not so subtly.

Instead, she pulled out a pair of black boxers and held them up high enough for him to see. “What is Sebastian's underwear doing under the bed?”