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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rooster_Teeth/Achievement_Hunter_RPF
  Relationship:
      ryan_haywood/ray_narvaez_jr, R_and_R_connection
  Character:
      Ryan_Haywood, Ray_Narvaez_Jr., Tina_Dayton_(mentioned)
  Additional Tags:
      Hannibal_AU, ABO, I_dont_know...why_i_wrote_this., Ray_is_fourteen, but_a
      fucking_genius_so_yeah, Cannibalism_implied_but_not_graphically_written,
      Knotting, Marking, D/s_implications, Alpha/Omega_Dynamics, Offscreen
      murder_of_Rays_guardian, also_im_pretty_sure_his_name_isn't_raymond_but_i
      needed_him_to_have_a_longer_name, r_and_r_connection_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-29 Words: 2510
****** Conclusions and Patchwork Quilts ******
by ParkerStark
Summary
     The first time that Ryan sees his omega, he is barely into his teens,
     only fourteen or so, and Ryan is coming out of a local college where
     he‘d done a guest lecture in an AP psychology class. The smaller boy
     has messy black hair, and small round glasses, wearing an overly
     large jacket and a loose plaid button down shirt. Unworthy clothing.
     He will have to rectify that.
Notes
     Written because i was out of internet, but i like it, surprisingly.
     May or may not add more later, but for now, this is all I have.
     Enjoy!
The first time that Ryan sees his omega, he is barely into his teens, only
fourteen or so, and Ryan is coming out of a local college where he‘d done a
guest lecture in an AP psychology class. The smaller boy has messy black hair,
and small round glasses, wearing an overly large jacket and a loose plaid
button down shirt. Unworthy clothing. He will have to rectify that.
The want that Ryan feels surprises even him, and he wants to press the boy
down. He wants to see their pretty lips around his cock, his entrance
stretching around him. For once, isn't thinking of how delicious their liver or
lungs would taste with the new parmesan panko crust he's been thinking of
trying, with the balsamic vinaigrette that's been his dressing of choice
lately.
He walks up to the boys guardian, and after the annoying man refuses to leave,
to unhand the omega that is his, Ryan easily overpowers him, hiding the body in
the bushes. He comes back, and grabs the little omega's hand, walking with him.
Ray doesn't struggle or fight, and Ryan is unexpectedly pleased. "Where are you
taking me?" The omega’s voice has just broken into puberty. How delightful.
Ryan looked into eyes that saw too much too young and spoke truthfully, not
insulting the boys intelligence. "I'm going to take you back to my house, and
do as I like with you. My name is Ryan Haywood. I'm your Alpha."
"…Raymond Narvaez Jr." "Ray." "….Ray."
As soon as they get back to the house, Ryan leaves Ray down in the living room,
and looks him over. "…take off those dreaded clothes. Leave your glasses if you
must." Ray nodded, and started to strip, neatly folding his clothes and putting
them on a chair, leaving himself in nothing but ratty black boxers and his
glasses.
Ryan walks in and hands him a clean, light blue button down, that came almost
to his knees, and a pair of plain black boxers. Ryan smiled, and then wrapped a
dark, soft suede lined collar around his neck once he had changed, and he used
the silver D-ring on the front to tilt his head back, look him over "…Yes, this
will work for now." He said, after a second of examining his omega's skin and
cataloguing ever scratch and scrape.
"What do I call you?" Ray asked, after a minute of watching Ryan with curious,
exploratory eyes of his own, leaving Ryan to his searching gaze. "You may call
me Ryan. I will tell you when I wish for you to call me a different name." Ray
nodded. "Okay, Ryan." "Good. Now, tell me. Do you have any allergies, medical
problems?"
"I have been diagnosed with a form of Autism and Aspergers. I think my Doctors
were idiots. I am empathetic. It’s not a disorder.” Ray said succinctly. Ryan
rose an eyebrow, but nodded, taking Ray at his word. If it became a problem -
He doubted it would - he would deal with Ray‘s lying then. "Does that require
medication?"
"No." "Good. Do you know anything about how you are to service your Alpha?" The
omega was at least into his teens, he had to have some kind of basic
knowledge…or so at least Ryan hoped. "I know enough. I‘ve experimented a
little, seen and read some porno."
"Experimentation?" He asked, wanting clarification. "Toys, mostly. I‘ve used my
fingers a few times…." "I have no time or urge to spend my time on foreplay.
You will be given a plug and lubrication that you will use every morning when
you wake up, if I have not already plugged you myself the night before. You
will leave it in, at all times, unless you are using the facilities, in which
case you will do as you need, re-lube it when you are done, and put it back."
He nodded. Simple enough. His friend Tina's alpha demanded that she wear
chastity belts and all kinds of toys he found...distasteful. He was glad that
it appeared his Alpha felt the same way.
Ryan nodded back. "I was not expecting you to join me tonight. I have work that
I need to complete, so i must ask that you do not expect us to sleep together
this evening. I offer my most sincere apologies."
"...I‘ll be fine, I promise." Ray assured him. "Though I don‘t have any of my
school books, or belongings. They were at my guardian's house." "Then we will
retrieve them tomorrow, and close the house up. You'll be staying with me now."
Ryan said, standing, and moving away from Ray. It wasn’t a question.
Ray wasn‘t looking to fight him. "Sounds good.." Ray said with a half smile.
"Would you be upset with me if I asked if you had something i could read?"
"I have a library, as well as an old laptop that you may have. I have recently
acquired a new one. Come along, I’ll get it set up for you, and show you our
bedroom."
===============================================================================
 
People are patchwork quilts. No one is a new or unique creation - they are
built from scavenged and recreated bits and pieces of everyone they've ever
met. Of every story ever read, every song ever listened to, every thought ever
imagined.
Ray Narvaez Jr is aware that even when humans are categorized as so stitched
together, he is something all together different. Because while others may
imitate the other peoplemusicstoriesthoughts they've seen or heard...Ray
Narvaez Jr becomes.
He realized it first when he watched his guardian, and realized he was killing
the girls he brought home. That there was a far more sinister reason their rose
garden in the backyard was so well fertilized, grew so well.
He realized it when he saw the girl that his guardian brought home, and could
see himself strangling her slowly, could feel a stuttering heartbeat beneath
his fingertips. Could watch the light drip from her eyes like the choked off
gasps of air coming from her mouth.
It was a dangerous, heady thing. He wasn't stupid enough to try anything on his
own, he knew that wouldn't turn out well. But he looked up others, greedily
devoured books for hours at libraries, reading about serial killers, and
murderers. He'd started with both fiction and non fiction, but the fictional
stories leave a stale, sour taste in his mouth. Its fake, and he can't connect
with it well, save for a few exceptions. The real life stories, and the
fictional ones that are closely based on real life, they make his mind twist
and see and shake and he yearnshungersneeds more.
Ryan Haywood's personal library is a brilliant amalgamation of cook books,
autobiographies, and a mish mash of every other book from Helter Skelter to
Vonnegut. They are all impeccably kept though obviously read. He is in love
with the fact that the biography of Charles Manson rests next to volumes of
Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles, and the Psychological Profiles of Warren Jeffs
are close to Harry Potter. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is nestled beside a small,
neat magazine holder that has a small collection of comic books, all neatly
encased in plastic bags with cardboard backings.
He may have never found particular enjoyment in most fictional stories, but he
can appreciate the worlds they give as an escape. In a time before he found his
affection for the minds and lives of killers, he had enjoyed those escapes.
Now, he finds his escapes in the true written words of murders and gore,
knowing that as he reads it, it happened once. Can imagine the hot blood
spilling over his hands, can even imagine the sexual gratification that must
come from this.
He is reading a autobiography on Jonestown today as he leans again Ryan’s leg
at his desk. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt this happy.
He has been at Ryan's four days, and he's come to a few conclusions. Ryan likes
when Ray is at his feet. Whether Ryan has a hand in his hair, stroking while he
works, or Ray is pleasuring him, he enjoys it. He likes it when they have
conversations. Ray is not afraid to argue back against Ryan if he feels he's
wrong, or has a different opinion, and as long as he doesn't get disrespectful,
Ryan has no problem with Ray not being a timid little lamb.
He likes Ray to sit beside him, a leash attached to his collar that is attached
to the desk. He likes to make Ray beg for bites of food from his fingers, and
then calls him his 'good boy' when he does. Ray has no problem - he enjoys the
praise and affection, and He can simply close his eyes and rest against Ryan's
leg, no expectations or pain.
He and Ryan are debating the finer points of differential diagnoses in cases of
child abuse and neglect, when he turns around from flipping through a profile
of a case Ryan has in his book case to find the alpha at his back, turning him
back around and making his breath stutter as he's pushed into the ladder that
leads to the second floor balcony.
He manages to set the papers down on the couch next to him as he feels the hard
outline of his alpha's cock push against him, making his brain shift gears. He
flushes slightly as biology takes over mental acuity. He shakily moaned, as
Ryan pushes him against the ladder, pulling up the long blue-plaid shirt he
wearing today. (Though the shirt is his normal style, even he can tell the cut
and tailor of it probably cost more than every other piece of clothing he's
ever owned.)
He's... happy that the first time his Alpha will be inside of him is here. In
this library. He's safe here, happy here. Before now, he's only touched and
been touched, tasted Ryan, stroked him, and played with himself for Ryan's
gratification.
He's already growing slick, Ryan’s dexterous fingers pulling down his black
boxers, and Ray kicks out of them, a little impatiently. He gasps, Ryan's
fingers are in his hair, pulling back on the strands as the other fingers work
his plug free. "Rude puppies will get punished." He purred, and Ray can't deny
the jolt of pleasure down to his spine, his cock hardening, and he groaned,
nodding. He understood.
The next thing he knows, Ryan is sliding two fingers inside of him, slick and
easy if not a little tight, and Ray keened, sliding completely from Ray the
companion to Raymond the Omega. He practically melts against the ladder,
pushing back, his glasses fogging against the pleasure, and Ryan obviously
doesn't mind, chuckling at him as he slides his fingers free.
He's not prepared enough, not even nearly enough, but he doesn't care, all he
wants his alpha's cock, his knot, wants to get tied and pumped full of puppies.
He's not old enough to carry yet, but the idea aches inside of him. The
fantasy.
Ryan lined up, and Ray cried out as the slow, steady pressure of Ryan's cock
pressed into him, filling him and finally, finally abating an emptiness that
Ray was not even aware of truly feeling, not till now, not that it's been
filled and wiped away by Ryan. By his Alpha.
"You are mine, Dear Raymond." Ryan hissed, and his teeth were driving into
Ray's neck, making the younger omega sob with pleasure, bucking back against
him, and he keened for more pleasure. He begged through cries of pleasure, and
Ryan abided. He didn't hold back, pounding into his omega with the full weight
of his body. Taking and claiming and holding.
Ray is in love with all of it. The strength behind him, inside of him. Keeping
him, and he's protected and safe, and all the things he's never been before.
Ryan is becoming (already is) home.
"Ryan, I need-" "I know what you need, Dear Ray. Come. Now." Ryan sounds
impossibly calm, save for the hitch of breathlessness behind his words. Ray is
unable to refuse or argue, and he comes hard against the ladder as Ryan thrusts
deep and knots inside him, ties them together, claims him inside and out as
his.
Ryan carefully pulls them down, both of them curling onto the couch as he
strokes over the omega’s sides, and Ray is drifting in a hazy stream of
happiness and omega-hormones that are released as his alpha mates him right and
truly.
He realizes, a few weeks (and many more matings) later, that Ryan fits him so
well, because Ray feels he can slip right into the others shoes. And maybe it
should have been more of a clue, because it hasn’t worked for anyone else like
that…except for his guardian, and the other killers he reads about.
He finds out truly by accident, class getting canceled, and Tina offers to
drive to Ryan’s to save his alpha a trip back in. Tina is approved of by Ryan,
so Ray graciously accepts, and is back in the house less than an hour after he
left.
And Ryan is preparing lungs and a human heart on the counter, and when he looks
up at Ray, Ray catches a flash of regret, before cold smoothness smears over
his mental mirrors, and suddenly he is partly Ryan now too, and The Killers he
has all read about, and his late Guardian. He cocks his head a little, and
takes a seat at the bar like nothing is wrong, leaving his calculus and AP
History books on the table as per usual.
“I’ve always wanted to try making a Ragu with heart, do you think we could?” He
asked calmly, looking over the untouched heart, and half prepared lungs. Ryan
just smiles at him for a second. The sudden flashes of pleasure and happiness
Ray has felt off of Ryan before when he’s been eating make sudden sense. Ray’s
probably been eating people all along.
He can’t really bring himself to care. Ryan’s cooking is fantastic, and well
worth the extra effort. Ryan nodded slowly, picking up his filleting knife
again.
“I think that can be arranged, Dear Ray. Now why aren‘t you in class? How did
you get here?” “Class got canceled cause the professor is down with flu, Tina
brought me home since it was my last class of the day. Who are we eating?”
Yeah, okay. Ray’s not imagining the pleased look Ryan’s giving him. “A
particularly rude tax accountant I worked with some time back. Horrible
manners. Impeccable health. I have not gone out to harvest since I brought you
home. I had an…itch to scratch, and she was conveniently available. So we will
dine well tonight.”
“We dine well every night.” Ray said easily, shrugging, standing to get his
books and head towards the library. Maybe he could finally get a head start on
that Paper for the conductive and non conductive properties in organic and
inorganic settings….
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