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Miserable, tired, sad. Day in, day out. Yes, it may be true that Fenrir’s life took a more positive turn when he got the chance to join Rainbow, but that doesn’t change the fact that whichever god he pissed off was making sure that he stayed downright miserable all the time.
All Emil wanted to do in his life was to seek knowledge and to help the people around him. He never meant for it to go so bad, that exactly the people he wanted to help, suffered from his work, no, they died from his work.
A lot of his painful memories and regrets can be atributted to one specific person. A Devil, a manipulator and to put it simple the biggest motherfucker Emil had the unfortunate luck to have met.
And to make matters worse, for the past 6 weeks said man was back to torment him. Of course everybody was happy that they captured Deimos, Emil most certainly included, but the decision to force Deimos to work for Rainbow was…scary.
They kept a short leash on Deimos, only used him when necessary, locked him up for the rest of the time. They keep trying to get information out of him, which of course gave no results so far.
These circumstances have been weighing Emil down, to be so close again to the man that used him in every way possible and the other operators looking at him with renewd suspicion.
Emil got used to the stares and the open hate he received since he began here, but with time it died down, just for the devil to return and change things up again. It would be a lie to say that it didn’t affect him, those stares and the whispering.
Which is why he was still in the lab, working because sleep was not an option, insomnia plaguing him. Lifting his hands to his eyes to rub at the dark circles there, Emil gave a heavy sigh. The clock reads 3 am, with tired eyes he realized that he forgot to eat again, to which he gave another annoyed sigh.
He is a trained military specialist, he couldn’t let all of this affect his performance. For that he reluctantly cleaned up to go back to his room. He is sure sleep wasn’t going to be easy, anxious thoughts scratching at his brain, making him feel restless.
One thought is especially stressing him out or rather a certain someone.
The sole reason why Rainbow agreed to let him join, Emil is the one person who worked close with him, he knew Deimos the best. He could give important information and insights into their enemy.
And with how well he knew Deimos, Emil knew that that man would not leave him alone and it was just a waiting game of when said man would do his next move. In the past weeks Emil dreaded every encounter they had, oh how he wishes to kill him.
Calling Emil “his boy“ in front of the other operatos, clenching his fist at that memory, he uses his key to close the lab doors. That certainly didn’t help with the suspicion the others had for him, even when Emil loudly voiced his hatred for said man at that time.
Walking through the corridors, he felt a pair of eyes watching him, he always did once he heared the news of Deimos’s arrival. Emil knew the man’s abilities, he knew what he was capabel of.
For the first time today, Emil felt a positiv emotion, seeing the door to his room. He was happy to go back inside his safe space, away from all the eyes and all the talking behind his back. It may be a small room, but his bed seemed to be the most relaxing place on earth right now.
Opening and closing his door, he fell against it with his back, his head hitting against it with a loud thud. Emil enjoyed the darkness for a second before he navigated through the dark to turn on the lamp next to his bed, which painted the room in a nice warm colour.
Without turning around, which will prove to be a mistake in a second, he shrugged of his sweather so that he was now only dressed in his working slacks and a shirt.
„Hello Svensson.“, came from a dark voice behind him, a voice that made Emil freeze on the spot. He knew that voice too well and oh, how fast it made his heart beat in his chest, instantly making him anxious and nervous.
A part of him didn’t want to turn around, but he had to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating from the lack of sleep, so he was truly shocked to see the Devil standing there, leaning against the wall opposite of him.
With crossed arms, Deimos was smirking at his reaction, most definitely amused by all of this. He was wearing the simple black jogger and black shirt that Rainbow provided for him.
„W-w-what the fuck are you doing here?“, stammering Emil looked Deimos up and down, stupidly making sure that it was him standing there in his room. „Scratch that- How the fuck did you get out?“.
Which only caused Deimos to chuckle, the sound so familiar to Emil, making the anger he was feeling worse. „Don’t be so stupid my boy. You knew exactly that I would come looking for you.“.
And he was right. Emil knew that this would’ve happened sooner or later, that’s why said man has been haunting his mind these past few weeks. Emil could feel his eyes on him all the time, just how he used to do back then.
„That doesn’t mean that you have to break into my room at what- 3 in the morning!“, to emphasis this, Emil loosley pointed at the clock to his wall and added „Or to break into my room at all!“.
„And since when did I need permission for anything?“, saying this Deimos’s face showed no emotion, his dark eyes were focused on Emil’s face, the gaze making it hard for the other to look at his face.
Slowly, but with calculated moves, Deimos pushed away from the wall and headed for Emil. Him not wanting to be close to the other at all, every fiber in his body now anxious and his poor heart having to keep up, moved backwards until he could feel the cold wall against his back.
It all happend too fast, Emil was now caged between the wall and Deimos, as the other man was now standing in front of him.
So Deimos lifted his right hand up and it took Emil a lot of will power not to make a sound, as he looked back and forth between the hand creeping towards him and up into Deimo’s face. Nervously he opted to look at his chest when he found the proximity to be overstimulating.
To his horror Emil felt the hand touching the side of his face so softly, his thumb stroking his cheekbone.
„Neither have you gotten permission to blow up my facility in Ouro Preto, but you still did it.“, he could feel Deimos’s breath on his face, so close was he.
„You seem to be forgetful doctor“, his tone taking a dangerous edge, „Were was your permission to betray me Emil?“, he growled out his name, making Emil put up his hands on his chest, trying to push the other away, seeing as it was too much.
To which the other responded in kind, by cupping the hand behind Emil’s head and forcing the shorter man to look up at him, Deimos’s other hand finding the familiar place on his lower back, pulling Emil towards him, while he tried to push him away.
„Mhmm“, it slipped past Emil’s lips as he was forced to look into those cold eyes, „It was you who betrayed me!“. It was not that Emil was bad in combat, but compared to Deimos, he could do nothing against that man, he never could.
„Hah! That’s why you need me Emil. You are too weak, you couldn’t do what was needed.“, barked Deimos. A cruel smirk found it’s way on his face, „I was the only one that saw you Emil, I saw your vision, while the others called you crazy. Do you remember?“
It was always the same words from him. Emil closed his eyes, psuhing hard against the chest, he couldn’t breath.
„What do you think that scum at Rainbow thinks about you? Do they know what Idea’s you really have?“, his deep voice was close to his left ear, Deimos was moving closer to him, suffocating him.
„They would call you a freak, a weirdo for what is really going on in there.“, as he said the last part, Deimos roughly grabbed with his hand that was still placed on the back on his head onto the hair there and painfully shook his head a few times.
„Don’t say – Stop that-“, the pain making Emil‘s voice shake, one of his hands scratching at Deimos’s throat, as he found leverage on the collar of his shirt.
„Don’t say what? You really are stupid my dear boy. Why hide the truth, when the truth is that I am the only one that can see you to your full potential.“, he growled out.
Shocked, Emil opened his eyes wide, searching for the cold, hungry pair of eyes in front of him, as the hand from the back of his head was placed on his throat and it squeezed, hard. Emil could see the satisfaction in those eyes watching Emil gasp for air, watching him desperatly trying to get the hand of his throat, red lines from his nails scratching at Deimos forearm.
„I know who you are Emil. I am the only one that knows how wonderful you are.“, he scolded Emil. That narcisstic talk should freak Emil out, and it does, but there was that part of him that clung on those words.
Since the first day that they have met, Emil saw Deimos’s way of manipulations, always forcing him to do whatever he wanted of him. But in his obsession to his work, the years of isolation and loneliness, he became addicted to everything the other man offered him. Even when it broke him apart every time.
Emil started getting light headed from the lack of air, the primal fear of dying scratching at him. Deimos was squeezing too hard, bruises surely forming under that hand. It was until he let go of Emil, apparently deeming that it was enough for now.
Instantly coughing and heaving in air in short but quick breaths, he held his head down, having to hold himself up on the man that was doing this to him. And Deimos was kind enough to take a step back, giving him the space to breath.
Which proved to be a short lived gesture of kindness, as he kicked away one of Emil’s legs by the ankle, resulting in Emil falling down on his knees. „Ahhng-“, Emil forced to scream out from the pain of his knee hitting the ground hard, only to be interrupted by his coughing again.
Oh, Emil was scared. How much he wishes that he had his gun with him, it doesn’t matter how many times it happened, Deimos was the worst drug for fear there was. That’s why it was so much more addicting whenever Deimos was showing him care, giving him poisoned praise, that felt oh so good.
„You have so many briliant ideas, such a shame that you have forgotten your place.“, sounding so dissapointed, Deimos crouched down just so he could lift Emil’s head up by his hair again. Looking into those blue eyes, that were starting to collect tears at the corners, he practically whispered his next words, „Just like a damn dog, you belong by my feet. And betray me again, I might just have to put you down like one too.“
All Emil could do was look at his face, how many times has he seen his face like this before and this was no different. Deimos has such cold eyes, but they were so incredibly hungry, taking in every single detail about him, it made Emil’s face heat up by the attention he was getting.
After everything Emil went through because of this man or maybe because he was still light headed, all he could say now was „Missed me that much, ahhck huh?“. It was like throwing wood to a fire, the smile that was on Deimos’s face was all sharp teeth.
Emil followed with his eyes as Deimos stood up again, well he was forced to as he was pulled up by his hair, getting another pained sound out him.
„Seems like you have forgotten what you are.“, was the only warning Emil got, before he got his face pressed on Deimos’s crotch. There Deimos let go of him, he all but snapped „Get to work Fenrir.“.
Emil held himself up with both his hands on the thighs in front of him. So many emotions ran through him and many were that of hatred towards the man causing him this pain. But it was not the first time he felt such pain, nor was this the first time that he was in this position, he and Deimos alike carry scars from their past together. This man only used him, he knew that now and back then, but Emil was also a man desperate.
Desperate for the apporval and the attention from the man towering over him. So with shaking hands he pulled the elastic band of his pants down, revealing his underwear. Deimos was already half hard, it should be sickening that it was caused by inflicting pain to him, but Emil was almost proud to have this effect on the older man.
So he leaned forward and mouthed at his dick through his under wear, nuzzling his face against him, the motion familiar. Emil felt a hand pet him on his head, „There we go pup.“.
His words, his voice, his smell…Emil felt himself twitch in his own pants. And he needed more. Pulling the underwear down, he was taking in the sight. Deimos was big, reaching for it, Emil kissed the entire length, licking it up and down.
„Ahh just like that Emil.“, hearing the man above him groan from the contact, Emil placed the tip on his tongue and started sucking on the tip.
Looking up the sight was dangerous, Deimos was smirking down at him, ravenous for the man below him.
„Beautiful, what a pretty slut.“, he said in awe, just to grab Emil by his hair and roughly push inside his mouth. Emil’s eyes widned by the sudden intrusion. Deimos then pulled out, only to push inside again, this time deeper than before, hitting the back of his throat.
„Ahckngg“, chocking Emil pushed away, Deimos‘s dick falling out of his mouth as he coughed. It’s been some time since the last time that they were together like this.
Cruely, Deimos‘s hands pulled his head back, to push inside his mouth again and this time Deimos stayed inside, ignoring the hands trying to push him off. He was enjoying the feeling of Emil’s throat, smirking at the way the doctor was choking, seeing the tears well up in his eyes.
And then he started to slowly fuck his throat, the sting from Deimos pulling on his hair hurt, Emil tried to focus on breathing through his nose, as the man used his throat. The feeling of drool and snot, disgusting him, but at the same time it made him so hard, being used like this.
„What a sight. Do they know at Rainbow, that you are nothing more than a common whore?“, the mention of Rainbow, made him choke a protest. Shit, what if they heard them? Panic was setteling in.
„Hahah what was that?“, Deimos groaned at the visible upset on Emil’s face, stopping his movement, he was choking Emil with his dick again, who squeezed his eyes shut trying to breath, „No, the truth is that you are my slut.“.
Pulling out, he held Emil’s face up as the man coughed, breathing open mouthed while drool dripped down.
„Look at me Emil.“, a command he could only obey, looking up at the devil above him. How weak Emil was for him, it should be embarrasing that he so easily submit to this man. At the same time, it made him so needy, needy for his touch, needy for his praise and attention.
Contrary to what happened seconds ago, Deimos all but softly touched Emil’s cheek, who leaned into the touch, „Isn’t that right? My perfect slut.“.
Emil felt so light headed, it would be easy to blame the lack of oxygen to his brain, but that wouldn’t be the truth. No, it doesn’t matter how hard he tries, he was addicted to Deimos. He could never deny him.
So he looked into those dangerous eyes and did the only thing he could think of right now, „Gerald..“, he whimpered pathatically, „I can‘t- please“.
Seeing his man beg like this, „Fuck“, Gerald groaned. Emil was so pathetic, he could probably do whatever he wanted to him.
„Get up!“, he barked out, already pulling the other up, who was having trouble standing on shaking legs. Making quick work on pulling his shirt off and pulling the rest of Emil’s clothes off, he pushed him on his bed.
Emil catched himself on his hands, but there was no time to react further, because Gerald was already pulling him by the ankle so that he was half hanging of the bed, his knees making conact with the floor again.
He didn’t know what was happening, until he felt two hands feeling up his ass. A hand then smacked right on were thigh met ass, making Emil cry out, making him moan as his dick was pushed against his bed by that move, creating delicious contact.
„Pathetic“, Gerald spat out. He was taking his time with Emil, enjoying seeing his body wither on the bed as he landed four more slaps on his ass, kneading his ass inbetween. Emil pushed his face into the sheets, trying to stifle his moans, the pain together with the stimulation against his dick driving him crazy.
A hand found it’s way to his mouth, rudely pushing in with two fingers, Gerald commanding him to „Suck, get them nice and wet.“. As if Emil had a choice.
Sucking on the fingers in his mouth, there was a sudden warmth against his ass. Gerald pushed his dick between his cheeks, sliding against it, as he had his finger in Emil’s mouth.
„Mhmph Gera- mhm“, it all felt so humiliating, letting Gerald push him around like this. His eyes were glassy with the tears, Emil needed more, so he pushed his ass against the man behind him. Fuck if he would regret any of this afterwards, right now all he could think about was Gerald.
„Looks like you missed me, dear.“, Gerald whispered into his ear hotly, before moving down to kiss and bite at his neck, enjoying the sounds he could get out of the younger man below him.
Deeming that he bit enough marks on his neck, Gerald pulled his fingers out of that hot mouth and placed them between Emil’s asscheek, playing around with the ring there.
Pressing in one finger, the strech pulled a pained groan out of Emil. The pain from it was overwhelming, as he clenched down on his finger. So Gerald snaked his other hand to the front and slowly started jerking off Emil’s dick.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Emil is somewhat of an masochist, this would’ve been absolutely aweful. But now, the pain from Gerald easing him open while stroking his dick, occasionally biting and kissing his ass and back..this was heaven.
„Such a slut. mhmm begging for it“, sweet nonsense, degrading words slipped past Geralds lips while defiling him and it made Emil feel fucked up. The older man was everywhere, touching him everywhere, claiming every part of him.
„Gerald- mhmm- please, moree- ahh!“, Emil couldn’t stop the moans as he held onto the sheets of his bed. He needed him so badly.
Seeing as Gerald was able to easily push three fingers inside the younger men, he pushed on that spot inside Emil again, that made him mewl, before dragging his fingers out.
With no regard to his comfort, he roughly pulled Emil fully atop his bed, so that he was laying on his back. That’s when Emil recognized that Gerald was still fully clothed, while he was fully naked, adding to his shame. Sadly it only made him hornier, needing the man now crawling on top of him so badly.
„Look at you dear“, Gerald murmured hotly, while looking at Emil with hungry eyes, taking in every detail. „So naughty and beautiful, every part of you-“, he ran his hands up and down his thighs, pulling Emil’s lower body atop his thighs, positioning himself to his entrance, „You are mine Emil. All of you.“.
The shocked expression on Emil’s face didn’t last for long, as the older man pushed inside him. Those words were spoken so scarily soft, but there was no time to think about it, as the man above him immideately started a fast rhythm.
Emil’s moans were loud, the feeling of Geralds dick hitting that spot inside of him making his vision blurry. A thought came up, making him worried if the others in the building could hear him, so he weakly tried to block the sounds coming out of his mouth with his hand.
Said hand then being pulled away, Gerald slowing his thrust to grab Emil’s face, forcing his mouth even wider open. Confusion was in Emil’s eyes, watching Gerald lean down, before he crudely spit in his mouth, then covering it painfully hard.
This the man had never done before, Emil didn’t know how to react. „Swallow it, Emil. Be a good little slut.“, was the command given to him, those dark eyes scruntinizing his face.
Reluctantly he swallowed it down, Gerald watching with a smirk on his face as he watched the man do as he ordered.
„Fuck, you are perfect“, with that, he picked up his pace again, fucking into Emil hard and fast. Seemingly hitting that spot inside of Emil every time, that was making him see stars, reducing him to moans and whimpers.
Feeling himself get closer to his orgasm, Emil grasped onto Gerald, his nails dragging at his skin. „More, Gerald ahh G-gerald!“, he begged nonstop, overstimulated by everything.
Sensing that Emil was close, Gerald grasped his dick in his hand and jerked him off, while continuing his thursts, „You close slut? Then come for me. Come for me Dear.“.
The added stimulation was too much to handel, bringing Emil over the edge. He was cumming on his stomach, clenching hard onto the dick inside of him, these moans for sure having been heard by the others in the building.
Observing Emil cum, feeling him tighten as he was inside of him, brought Gerald over the edge not soon after too. Letting his head fall ontop Emil’s chest, he came inside the younger man, groaning against his chest.
They stayed like this for a second, Emil mentally gone and Gerald enjoying the feeling of him.
Pulling out of the man bellow him, he watched with interest as his cum slipped out of Emil. The younger man was laying there with closed eyes.
Until he felt a pair of lips on top of his, opening his eyes he saw the dark brown ones of the man above him. It should’ve probably been a kiss, but it was more of another demonstration of Gerald, taking whatever he wanted of him.
„Don’t betray me again, Emil.“, he whispered darkly, before Emil fell unconscious in his sleep deprived and fucked out mind.
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Waking up, Emil almost thought last nights events were a nightmare.
Not until he felt sharp pain everywhere when he got up from bed. Not until he caught a first glimps of his shirtless self in the mirror, bite marks everywhere and the faint outline of Gerald hand on his throat.