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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Covenant_(2006)
  Relationship:
      Chase_Collins/Tyler_Simms
  Character:
      Chase_Collins_(The_Covenant), Tyler_Simms
  Additional Tags:
      Dark, Angst, Torture
  Series:
      Part 7 of Albtraum
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-07 Words: 1090
****** Powerful Addictions ******
by MakingPoetry
Summary
     “It doesn’t have to hurt, you know.” The pain faded away, again
     replaced by pleasure. “I could make this easy for you.”
He was still refusing to speak to Chase when he entered the room. Not that they
ever had much to talk about before, but Tyler spoke to him even less now since
that night. He’d scrubbed his skin raw at least twice since then, and though he
didn’t feel dirty anymore, he still felt vulnerable now around Chase. It didn’t
help that he still didn’t have a new shirt to wear.
When he heard the door open, he rolled over from lying on his back to semi-
curled up on his side, facing the door to the bathroom instead. His neck was
still sore and bruised, but otherwise there wasn’t a single mark on his body.
Chase didn’t usually hurt him in ways that left marks, and if he did, he fixed
them. The bruises on his neck were left for a reason, then. Maybe for a lesson.
“You’re still pissed, aren’t you?”
Tyler didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge that he’d heard Chase say anything. Of
course he was still pissed. The only thing that made him feel even a little
better was the fact that Chase had a black eye from when Tyler had punched him.
He only wished that he could have done more.
“You’ll crack eventually. I’ll make sure of it.”
Tyler ignored him still. Maybe the lack of response would bore him and Chase
would just leave. Instead of that though, Chase sat down on the edge of the bed
behind him. Leaning over, he grazed his fingers across Tyler’s back. Power
trailed across his skin in the wake of Chase’s touch and Tyler let out a soft
sound of surprise at how good it felt, his back arching instinctively. Behind
him, Chase smirked and did it again, causing Tyler to moan softly.
The sound seemed to startle him, and Tyler sat up at once, turning around to
face Chase. “What are you doing?” he demanded, glaring despite the fact that
his face was slightly flushed.
“What does it look like?” Chase smirked again before sighing. “There are so
many ways to use this Power, you can’t even began to imagine.”
Tyler started to reply, but Chase put a hand on his chest, eyes flaring, and
this time pain wracked through his body, quick and burning just like that first
day. His eyes widened and he grunted at the pain, falling over onto his side
and curling up a little. The next brush of Chase’s fingers along his shoulder
brought pleasure instead, soothing away the pain. It was a strange combination,
especially with the Power ebbing over him, dancing along his skin and sinking
deeper, a rush of energy.
“Stop,” his voice was shaky but firm. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want
anything Chase was going to do to him, not now, not ever, and especially not
after Chase had used him.
“Or you’ll what?” Chase arched a brow.
Another touch, more pain, making Tyler shudder and groan as he curled up more.
Weakly, he tried to push Chase away, but all his efforts brought him was more
suffering. It was everywhere and nowhere at once, throbbing in his head,
twisting in his gut. He wanted it to just stop. Except he wasn’t about to beg,
or whatever it was that Chase wanted from him this time.
“It doesn’t have to hurt, you know.” The pain faded away, again replaced by
pleasure. “I could make this easy for you.”
Tyler drew in deep, shuddering breaths, trying to stop shaking, to slow his
pulse down to something even close to normal. He failed at both, all because of
Chase. Chase who was running his hand up and down his arm, sending Power into
his body that electrified every nerve ending and made him hard. He didn’t want
to be, didn’t want to get off on this because it was Chase and he was just
using him again, fucking with him, but it was intense and overwhelming. If this
was the alternative, he would take the pain instead any day, just so that he
wouldn’t have to feel dirty and weak.
He was actually relieved when Chase inflicted pain again, even if it was much
milder than the times before. It took the edge off of the pleasure, let Tyler
regain control and fight back those feelings. The idea of Chase making him feel
good in any way sickened him. It was wrong and only reminded him that it was
just another way for Chase to hurt him in the long run. The pain didn’t stay
mild for long though. It built up steadily until it was overwhelming and he
just wanted it to stop and he couldn’t stop the soft whimper that he made.
Just when he couldn’t take it anymore, Chase soothed the pain away again. Tyler
only had a few moments to relax and catch his breath before he tensed again,
but this time because of the pleasure. He tried to ignore it, to fight back the
feelings, but Chase was relentless. All he was doing was touching Tyler’s arm,
but it felt so much better than that. It was life he was being touched
intimately, and well, too. All of the right places in all of the right ways.
Every brush of Chase’s hand made it better, more intense, and his attempts to
stop the older warlock were useless. He closed his eyes tightly, one hand
wrapped around Chase’s wrist in a last ditch, futile effort to stop him.
His hips jerked instinctively as the pleasure spiraled higher and higher, his
body wound tight and ready to release. It was too much to fight anymore, too
overwhelming. He bit his lip to try and stifle a moan as he came in his pants,
an embarrassed flush creeping across his neck and cheeks even before Chase said
anything at all. He didn’t have to. He’d won yet again and Tyler refused to
open his eyes as he worked on catching his breath. He didn’t want to see
Chase’s smirking face right now.
“Seems like something else is already easy.”
Maybe humiliated was a better word than embarrassed.
He kept his eyes tightly shut, trying to get his breathing and heart rate back
under control. He refused to move until he heard Chase leave the room, then,
very slowly, he opened his eyes. It took a long time or his hands to stop
shaking, and when he felt up to it, he finally heaved himself out of bed and
stumbled into the bathroom to clean himself up.
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