Work Text:
How the fuck did this happen?
Pyke looked up into cold, red eyes. They were staring back down at him with steely apathy. He gripped Pyke’s hips with freezing hands, slipped under the hem of his shirt.
“Stay still, boy.” That low, grinding drawl sent a shudder down Pyke’s spine, humiliation and arousal flooding his face with heat. He shouldn't be allowing this, he should be fighting back, trying to get away. He knew this would only end one way. But he just couldn't bring himself to fight anymore, to run anymore.
Cain pressed his hips down against the edge of the bar top, it dug into his lower back, making him grunt. His legs were sprawled over the Discordant’s elbows, pants and underwear ripped open to expose him. Pyke’s fingers gripped the edge of the bar with white knuckles as he felt something thick and cold sliding between his folds and prodding at him. He could feel it grow slick immediately, and gods, that was mortifying. He shouldn't be dripping, he shouldn't be wet at all—
“Aah—!” The thick, unyielding cock pressed forward, and Cain didn't stop until he was fully inside. Pyke’s body allowed it far easier than he wanted it to, traitorous muscles going lax and opening up for the cold steel. “F-fuck, not so fast—!”
“You ain't in a place to make demands, now, are you?” Cain’s gravelly voice made Pyke shudder again. “Keep still and take it.” His hips snapped deeper and Pyke muffled a cry with his hand. Cain’s fingers dug into pale pink skin hard enough that Pyke just knew he was going to be covered in bruises. He looked up at Cain again, the fear of him clashing with how aroused he was.
“Gahh—” Cain pressed impossibly deeper and Pyke’s feet kicked out uselessly. He could feel his own slick running down his ass, he’d never been so wet. The thrill of fear sharpened the heat in his stomach.
His spine bowed up off the bar top as Cain slid out to the tip and slammed back in, punching a sharp yelp from his lungs. He could see his glow reflecting off everything around, flickering just a bit. Cain yanked him in closer, hips snapping up into him again. His cock had no give to it, but the steel was growing warmer with Pyke’s body heat. Each harsh thrust wrenched an embarrassing noise out of Pyke.
“Fuuh—!” His eyes closed tight for a moment, thighs trembling as Cain’s hips drove into him again and again. He could feel each thrust bouncing him up onto the bar.
“Open your mouth.” Pyke opened his eyes, looking down as Cain released his hip and reached up towards his mouth. Pyke’s lips parted and he took Cain’s thumb into his mouth, finding himself sucking it without thinking. It tasted like metal and grease, it should make him gag, but tasted oddly pleasant to him. His eyelids drooped, ears lowering as he pressed his tongue against it. “Atta boy… get it nice and wet now.”
“Mmgh—” Pyke squirmed and sucked on Cain’s thumb, looking up at those uncaring, crimson eyes again. Cain took his thumb away and Pyke tried to chase it, realizing it after and flushing with shame. Cain pressed his wet thumb to Pyke’s fat, swollen clit, rubbing in agonizingly slow circles. Pyke keened, eyes closing tight and glow flaring in pleasure. Cain’s deep thrusts and circling thumb sent sparks of pleasure up his spine, the angle had his toes curling. Then Cain’s thumb was gone.
“No— please,” Pyke gasped, arching towards it as if moved away.
“Get still.” Pyke whimpered, a shiver of fear trickling down his back like ice water as Cain slowed his thrusts and reached for his own hip. His eyes widened as the metal glinted, Cain bringing his gun into Pyke’s view.
“Nnuh— no—”
“I said,” Cain growled, pulling back the hammer, “get still.” Pyke tried not to move, eyes locked on the pistol as Cain pressed the end of the grip to Pyke’s clit. His eyelids fluttered when Cain started grinding it in circles.
“Nnnnh…” Pyke could feel the fear warping back into arousal. He whined, ears twitching as his head fell back onto the bar. Cain slowly built speed and fucked him faster, rubbing the gun grip into Pyke’s clit with his finger off the trigger.
“How’s it feel, boy?” Cain grunted. “To know this is how you’ll spend your last moments?”
“Nnuh… hhnnn!” Pyke couldn't answer, the gun was pressing so hard against him it almost hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. Cain’s other hand moved from Pyke’s hip up to grab a fist full of his hair. Pyke’s mouth opened in a scream as Cain started pounding up into him. Pyke could hear the wet, obscene sounds as Cain used his cunt.
“Chased you for too damn long.” Cain snapped his hips roughly up into Pyke. Pyke squealed, his eyes crossing as Cain’s cock hit deep into him.
“Gaahhh—!” Pyke’s ears fluttered as Cain thrust deep into him.
"You're a quick little bastard, I’ll give ya that. But this was inevitable, boy, it was always gonna end up with you under me.” Cain moved the gun away from Pyke’s clit, reminding him that Cain still had his gun out.
“N-no, please—”
“Open your mouth.”
“Nnh-nnh,” Pyke mumbled.
“I said, open. Your. Mouth. Boy.” Pyke reluctantly opened his mouth, whimpering as Cain pressed the barrel of the gun between his lips. Pyke’s eyes rolled back even as they welled up and spilled over with fearful tears. He moaned and opened his mouth a bit further. Cain pushed the gun further in. The metal was cold and tasted like hellfire, it made Pyke’s eyes water even more.
“Mmfgh…” Pyke made a garbled sound around the gun barrel as Cain started fucking his mouth with it. His eyes went unfocused as Cain started pounding him again. After a few thrusts of the gun, Pyke’s tongue swept across the bottom of the barrel.
“That’s it. Suck on it.” Cain’s red eyes bored down into the glowing gold of Pyke’s, the corner of the fiendish machine’s mouth lifted in a cruel smirk.
“Hnnghhh…” Pyke moaned around the barrel and sucked, tongue running around the edge and tasting iron.
“It’s a real shame…” Cain pulled the gun from Pyke’s mouth. “Pussy this tight goin’ to waste…”
“Gahh…” Pyke squirmed a bit, his eyes closing for a moment, sure Cain was about to put a bullet between his eyes. Then he heard the heavy thump of the gun being set down on a nearby table. Relief crashed over him, sending him over the edge into a squealing orgasm. “Aah—! Fuuuck!” His glow brightened and his ears fluttered, eyes rolling back in his head.
“That’s it, boy… let me feel it…”
“Gods, fuuh— uhhg!” Cain tossed Pyke’s legs over his shoulders and grabbed both his wrists, using them to pull him down harder onto his cock. Pyke’s fingers flexed, his mouth opening in a scream. Cain grunted, face twisting in a snarl as he pounded into Pyke. He pumped deep into him a few more times before slamming in hard. Pyke wailed as Cain’s cock throbbed and pulsed inside, spurting deep into him. His cum was hot, even to the Solari, and viscous. It weighed heavy in Pyke’s womb, heavy as the guilt in his chest for enjoying this so much.
Cain didn't pull out until his cock stopped pulsing, making sure every drop made it into Pyke. Pyke made a noise of protest, face turning magenta with humiliation at how pathetic he sounded.
“A gods damned shame…” Pyke weakly lifted his head as Cain walked over to the table and picked up his gun. Cain looked it over for a moment, then sucked his teeth and raised it. Pyke’s eyes widened and he was only aware long enough to see the muzzle flash.
Magenta splattered across the bar.