Trust Me (WARNING:NON-CON, Dean/Kitty STRICTLY!)

[Fletcher Dean Colechester]

"I stay on the third floor of the Castle in Nicolas' special sleeping quarters. It's where the perminant residents stay."

"It's a good thing you told me this, kitty cat," He whispered darkly to himself, his eyes twinging with a darkness that even Soleil would cower to. His shadow was that of a wolf, however not pleased in the bit, tail erect and vibing his anger.

Ever since that talk with Kitty, he'd felt vulnerable. He could feel flesh and blood of his own genes caressing his skin, soft murmur of sick words licking the inside of his skull, lips dirty and wrong against his stomach.

Snarling, Dean barged in, ignoring a startled Kitty, who seemed like he was getting dressed, and moved in swift, taking full advantage of his canine reflexes, knocked the younger man off his feet onto the bed. He pined Kitty effectively and efficiently, tight and secure, hips grinding down into the feline's to prevent movement and assist in stunning him. Teeth and insicors found pale flesh of Kitty's throat, and he scrapped them along the twitching skin, suckling at his Adam's apple.

"Kitty's been bad," He growled, his voice not his own and deep and gravol, sounding nothing like his accent Brit. He ran a hand over exposed skin of Kitty's chest and neck, his figners gently enclosing around his throat and twitching before moving to the pendant and gripping it, before tearing from his neck.

"Oops, my bad," He licked a hot stripe up Kitty's neck, trailing up his jaw-line.

[OOC: Permission To Power-Play Was Given]

[Kitty]

Kitty yawned as he pulled his clothing from his body, first his leather jacket falling from his shoulders onto the floor to be picked up and hung on a hanger in the closet. He rolled his shoulders, trying to find relief for the tense muscles and groaning when no relief was to be found. Mumbling curses under his breathe, he sighed and reached down, pulling the tight black shirt from his body and tossing it to lay on a chair.

Suddenly the door burst open, the hinges screaming out in a painful protest at the abuse it was paid. His eyes widened in fear at first and then familiarity struck him and he smiled brightly, releasing a happy, "Dean! I was hoping to see you--" He was cut off sa Dean tackled him to the bed, the sudden force and pressure against his body shocking him into a motionless board.

His eyes filled with fear as he felt Dean grind his hips down against his in a painful pressure. "Dean what are you doing? You're hurting me man. Git off!"

Dean didn't seem to hear him and his lips were suddenly against his neck, eliciting a sharp gasp from Kitty as teeth scraped against his tender skin and then a hot mouth sucked on his adams apple, which was bobbing frantically at the surprise of the whole situation.

"Kitty's been bad." Dean growled, and Kitty furrowed his brow in silent question. What'd he done to get Dean so angry and upset with him? Dean's voice had lost its familiar accent and Kitty's worry only seemed to rise as the situation seemed to escalate and the werewolf's hands were now on his throat, tearing at the necklace his father had given him.

A sob tore from Kitty's throat as his necklace was tossed somewhere onto the ground in a broken heap. "Dean! What the fuck man! You better go and get that! I don't know what your problem is but you better stop this shit right now. It's not funny man."

Dean's hands were on his chest and Kitty tried to wiggle away from the touch, for it both burned and cooled him. He wanted it, ached for it yet he wanted to jerk away and beat Dean's ass for what he was doing and what he'd done to his precious charm.

"Oops, my bad." Dean licked a trail up to his jaw and Kitty snapped it, jerking his head away from the touch.

"Get the fuck off me, dog." He hissed, hands coming up to shove at Dean's shoulders while his hips bucked and pushed at the other man's, fighting for his escape. He made a angry noise in the back of his throat before slashing out across Dean's face with his claws, a red mark left behind and blood trickling from the now fresh wound.

[Fletcher Dean Colechester]

"Get the fuck off me, dog." Dean chuckled sickly, his teeth sinking into his throat for punishment for pulling away. Suddenly, a sudden rebelliance rose in the young man, and Dean found himself with scratches welting his skin. He snarled.

"You little cunt!" His hands gripped both of Kitty's wrists, pulling tightly and hard enoguh to bruise, before he forced him up, manuevered him around, and laid him back down, this time so he was on his stomach. Of course, this didn't go down without a fight. Curses and foul words were exchanged on behalf of Kitty, and Dean straddled his lower back, pulling tight on his arms again and holding them behidn this time, temperarily stilling the feline's movement. He hooked their legs together in a dangerous hold and leaned forward, digging his sudden erection into the curve of Kitty's jean clad ass and groaned deep and throaty.

"Try and get out of this, you'll break both our legs," He whispered dangerously, his tongue lapping at that spot behind Kitty's ear, nipping slightly before picking up a suckle on the shell.

"And even if you managed to get out, I'll break your wrists," He said this almost cheerfully, a sick smile playing his lips as he placed a open mouthed kiss between his shoulder blades.

"Wonder how tight you are, all those years gone by..." He purred, again grinding his rock hard cock against the mound of ass. "Bet you'll moan like a whore," He grinned, "Oh, wait... I forgot. You already are," He emphasised it with a dry thrust, "one."

His hand groped the exposed flesh of Kitty's chest again, sandwhiched between his torso and the bed, before he roughly dragged his nails over the skin, feeling skin gather beneath.

[Kitty]

Dean snarled at his rebliance and he knew he was in trouble now. Panting he stared up at the other man defiantly, not daring to break.

"You little cunt!" Dean pulled on both of Kitty's wrists and the younger man released a cry of pain, yet bit his inner cheek to stop from making anymore noise. He refused to do as the other man wanted of him. Suddenly he found himself on his stomach and he gasped at the sudden feeling of Dean straddling him, entwining their legs together and bringing back Kitty's arms, eliciting a strangled whimper of pain from the feline man. Dean's erection digging into Kitty's jean clad butt and the younger man breathed in sharply at the massive weight of the other man's heavy cock. He clenched his cheeks as Dean spoke.

"Try and get out of this, you'll break both our legs." Dean's breathe was hot on Kitty's exposed skin and when he began to lick at the kitten's ear, he cried out, wiggling his upper torso, his head thrashing to stop the other man, although it was to no avail.

"And even if you managed to get out, I'll break your wrists." Dean placed an open mouthed kiss on the tender skin between Kitty's shoulder blades, causing the feline to roll his shoulder blades to try and get rid of the new sensation. All throughout his life as a 'pleaser,' he'd been the one to elicit these feelings from his partners and to finally be the bottom scared the hell out of him.

"Wonder how tight you are, all those years gone by... Bet you'll moan like a whore. Oh, wait... I forgot. You already are one." Dean dry humped him and Kitty tried to thrash yet this only resulted in a sudden pain in his legs and arms which where still pinned by the obviously stronger man.

"Why are you doing this Dean? I thought we were friends. If I upset you then we can talk about it. We don't need to get all physical and shit to sort out our feelings man, its not---DEAN! NO!" A scream tore from Kitty's lips as Dean tore a trail up his naked chest with his claws, crimson liquid instantly sticking to Kitty's skin. He whimpered and cried out, never feeling so violated in all his 18 years of life. Sure Rudy'd hurt him, stolen his innocence, but this was worse. He'd trusted Dean, helped him when he was hurt and this was his due? He felt a tear slide down his cheek when he realized he still trusted the man abusing him.

"I hate you," he lied, biting his lip as his body shook with the effort it took to still his shaking. "You're going to hell. You call me a whore when you're the one who has to go and beat random men for the fucking fun of it. Kiss my ass you bastard." He turned his head and, making a sound in the back of his throat he released a glob of spit from his lips and onto Dean's cheek. "Fuck you."

[Fletcher Dean Colechester]

"I hate you," Dean breathed a chuckle, his breath like a snake slithering over Kitty's flesh.

"No you don't..." He whispered, catching a random piece of skin between his lips, "You want this."

"You're going to hell. You call me a whore when you're the one who has to go and beat random men for the fucking fun of it. Kiss my ass you bastard." A wicked smirk played his face.

"You know, that's not such a bad idea," He slid his romp down to the backs of Kitty's knees, still holding his wrists. He was so glad that he had stolen a belt from the future guests' room. He removed it with difficulty, before he swiftly tied the younger man's wrists and withdrew his hand. His hands jerked roughly at Kitty's jeans, pulling them over the mound of his ass before stopping.

"Fuck you." He snarled when he was spat on and dug his nails into the crease of Kitty's hip.

"You first," He shot back, his hands pulling down the undergarments to reveal the globes of Kitty's rounded ass, and he gave groan as his cock hardened all the more. He leaned down, his hands groping non-too gently, and pressing a kiss to the man's smaller back before making his way down. He stopped at the crack of his butt, before he brought his hand down hard and firm against the exposed cheek.

[Kitty]

Kitty released a muffled grunt of pain into his pillow, clenching his jaw as Dean's fingers sank deep into his skin. "Stop clawing at me you stupid jerk! You're such an animal! Fuck I hope you rot in hell! You jerk, fuck you!" Kitty hissed, arching his back down into the mattress to try and get away from Dean's abuse.

"You first."

Kitty protested furiously as his belt was removed and pants jerked down. "Don't." He ordered, growling under his breathe as his belt was used to tied his hands tightly together. suddenly there was cool air assaulting his ass cheeks and he jerked, yelping at the sudden exposer. "Dude! Hands off the merchanise!" Before he could continue his rant however, a stinging pain raced through him and he screamed in both surprise and pain.

"Sob of a bitch! Enough! Play times over."Taking a breathe, Kitty forced all his strength to his legs, which had been untangled from the other man's vice upon them, and nailed Dean hard in the cahooneys (had to say that (:). Taking this as an advantage, he slithered out from underneath the other man, crying out as he fell onto his side from the bed. Panting heavily, he got up onto his knees and started to race towards the door, hoping to get there before the wolfboy got hungry for a little kitten stake.

[Fletcher Dean Colechester]

"Sob of a bitch! Enough! Play times over." Dean looked up a bit confused, but then felt a surge of pain burst through his crotch, and he howled, his hands instinctively reaching for his abused penis, the floor meeting him hard and quick. He breathed through the pain, getting his strength back, just in time to see Kitty beeline out the door. He snarled, gingerly getting up. He rotated his shoulder blades, popping them, before lunging into a run, his legs pumping energy beneath him.

Little kitty wasn't getting away without a chase, was he?

"What're you gunna do?!" He called out as he ran, his speed lacking due to the pain in his groin. "Run up a tree?!" He lunged himself, his hands just grasping Kitty's leg, and pulling him to him, this time rough and kneeing him in the back. He turned him over and landed a sucker to his cheek, wanting to stun him enough he'd be incapable of this trick. He smoked him again, landing one in the jaw, then another in his eye, all sure enough to bruise blue and purple, with cousins of black and yellow.

"That's what you get, you little bitch." He growled, pulling him up over his shoulder and holding his legs, in case he still had fight in him. Which he did. Even so, Dean made it back to the room and flung him on the bed, following quickly and pinning him again, ass up once more.

"Try that again and I'll make this hurt worse," He promised, caressing the younger man's side and lapping at silk skin, taking in every scent. His hand enclosed around Kitty's cock, stroking the already erect cock from semi-hardness to full.

"See? You like it." He roughened his grip and pace, almost painfully pulling now, dipping his thumb into the slit of the mushroom shaped head, feeling the warm bite from pre-cum.

He was too blinded by the angry he felt for feeling vulnerable. He had to get back in control.

[Kitty]

"What are you going to do? Run up a tree?"

Kitty yelped and forced his knees to move quicker yet a force against his back and the feel of stone meeting with his face had him gasping in pain. Dean jerked him around and the first blow had him sucking in sharply at the powerful sting. Damn the little wolf could pack a punch. The second one had him groaning in pain and by the third punch his world began to blurr, his body shuddering in pain.

"That's what you get, you little bitch." Dean picked him up and although he was aching from head to foot he thrashed wildly, screaming profanities left and right, wiggling his hips insanely.

His breathe was lost as he was manhandled onto the bed and flipped back over onto his stomach, butt bare and exposed for all the world to see. "Try that again and I'll make this hurt worse."

Kitty went to pop out a cocky retort when his capibility to both speak and talk left him; Dean's hands working his body, one on his side while his mouth brushed kissy against his skin and the other rough and calloused on his stiffening penis. He jumped, whimpering in the back of his throat and he could have slapped himself for thrusting into the hot, tight grip. Dean pulled at him harshly, wiping the pad of his thumb over the head of his penis, Kitty whimpering at the feelings of both pain and pleasure.

"See? You like it."

"Ung. De-Dean. S-Stop it. Don't do th-is. It can't hurt any more if-if you just, oh god, just stop. I never said I wanted this. Fuuuuck." Kitty mewled, literally purring at the feeling of being so controlled. Yet his pride stopped him from truly enjoying it, the knowledge that Dean was only doing this to get himself off killing Kitty. He jerked away and cried out in frustration as his pants only seemed to fall down lower on his thighs.

"Fucking hell! Why the hell me?! I'm a fucking cat for christ's sake! You can't like me! You're not suposed to! You could have any willing guy or chick but you go for the cat you threatened to eat. I should gouge your eyes out you bloody mutt!" Kitty hissed, although secretly it was in pleasure at the feeling of being jerked off, unconsciously grinding his hips into the touch and the mattress, wanting more. It'd been so long since he'd bottomed and the knowledge that he was about to be taken against his will once again had him freezing momentarily once again before resuming his fight frantically. He couldn't go through with this! He'd go to hell and back before admiting he was scared.

[Fletcher Dean Colechester]

"Ung. De-Dean. S-Stop it. Don't do th-is. It can't hurt any more if-if you just, oh god, just stop. I never said I wanted this. Fuuuuck." Dean wished that Kitty would just shut the fuck up. He was loud and reminding, making Dean think back all those many years ago, how he pleaded and pleaded and no one answered...

"Fucking hell! Why the hell me?! I'm a fucking cat for christ's sake! You can't like me! You're not suposed to! You could have any willing guy or chick but you go for the cat you threatened to eat. I should gouge your eyes out you bloody mutt!" Beneath him, Kitty grinded his hips into an aching touch and Dean grinned with an evil idea. He reused the rope from earlier and tied Kitty down, before manuevering around him to sit around him.

"Since you don't have any fucking trouble opening your mouth to talk, you shouldn't with stuffing it with my cock," He was quick to rid himself of the futuristic jeans, his cock already hot and heavy and curved up, nearly touching his stomach. He ran his fingers through Kitty's hair for a moment, almost lovingly, before jerking it back to look him in the eye. "And if you even think of biting me," He palmed hismelf, "You'll be lacking your own." He threatened truthfully.

[Kitty]

Kitty hissed as he was jerked around so that he was tied down to the bed, flat on his stomach with his arms behind his back. He moaned as a raw itch started in his wrists. "I supose it would be to much to ask for you to loosen the rope around my wrists huh?"

"Since you don't have any fucking trouble opening your mouth to talk, you shouldn't with stuffing it with my cock."

Kitty's jaw dropped and he shook his head furiously. He watched throw wide eyes full of outrage as the other man quickly divested himself of his clothing, dick engored and flushed, practically strapped against the older man's chest. Fletcher ran his fingers through Kitty's hair and the dirty blonde teen purred in pleased approval of it. Yet all to suddenly his hair was being yanked hard and his head went jerking back to look up into the bright eyes of the other man.

"And if you even think of biting me, you'll be lacking your own."

Kitty furrowed his brow for a moment. "My own? Own what?" And then his eyes caught a glimpse of what the other man was gripping and his mouth formed a slight, "Oh...".

Breathing back in he nodded his head slightly and whispered in a small voice, "Move closer." He watched through half lidded eyes as Dean straddled the front of the bed, penis pressed up against Kitty's closed mouth. Kitty let out a small breathe through his nose before opening his mouth and accepting the engorged member into his mouth.

Relaxing his throat he slowly pushed his head forward until nearly all of Dean's heavy length was within his moist mouth. A trickle of drool slipped past his lips and he sucked hard to try and get it back into his mouth, tongue tangling furiously around the stiff erection within his mouth. He grumbled in frustration as the spit refused to go back into his mouth. Glaring at the other man he pulled away to run the tip of his tongue over the head of Dean's penis, entrapping within the sensitive glans of the wolf's dick. He purred at the tangy taste of what could only be presumed as precum and he blew out a slow, cool breathe through his mouth, purposely running the chilly breeze of air over the head of Dean's dick.

He grinned and moved his mouth down from the other man's cock in a fiery trail down down down and then began to suck on the canine male's ball sac, humming as he rolled them on the end of his tongue. Smiling coyly he moved back upwards, his tongue straying and tugging itself up the whole trek until it was once again lapping at the silky skin of Dean's penis. He was about to swallow the length once again when his tongue dipped slightly on a rigid mark in the dominant man's member. 'What the fuck..?'

He gasped as his eyes caught site of all the scars, pulling away quickly, his teeth catching on the head of the penis and tugging a small amount. Not enough to cause pain but enough to piss a man off for fear of what could have been damaged so easily. He wiggled away from the other man, tilting his head accusingly at the stiff erection which was now leaking heavily.

"What the fuck was that?! Dude! I like kink but not ony has this whole dominatrix shit gone a little far but I refuse to let someone fuck me when they've not only got no permission but also fucking marks all over their dick! You could be infected with some type of virus man! Do I look like I want to die? Fuck no! Take your rape bullshit somewhere else!" Kitty wiggled ruthlessly against hte bindings, frighting furiously to get away. "Fucking rope." HE muttered to himself, hating the world for the stupid invention.

[Fletcher Dean Colechester]

Dean groaned when Kittyu swallowed him down, the silk flesh of the interior of his throat tight around his throbbing length.

Dean held his head still and thrust his cock half way into Kitty’s mouth. Panting, Dean got himself back under control and pulled back. He didn’t want to make Kitty gag. Damn, his mouth was warm and soft, and he seemed so willing to please. Dean looked down at the soft brown hair fisted in his hands. Kitty kept sucking, and Dean kept panting.

He rocked his hips when the whore's mouth found his balls, and his grip tightened, moving down to his nape and massaging it, his voice a husk edge.

"Nn, fuck. God... right there..." He sneered, scolding himself for sliping those words. Suddenly, Kitty's head was pulling back, and a sharp jolt his the head of his cock, and he snarled deeply. He had pulled away without finishing, and Dean was sitll heavily full.

"What the fuck was that?! Dude! I like kink but not ony has this whole dominatrix shit gone a little far but I refuse to let someone fuck me when they've not only got no permission but also fucking marks all over their dick! You could be infected with some type of virus man! Do I look like I want to die? Fuck no! Take your rape bullshit somewhere else!" Dean looked at him, gold flecked blue eyes hiding hurt but concentrating with anger and infuriation.

"I'm pretty sure this is not about you, but me. These are not scars of pleasure nor sexual intimacy, so do not assume." He growled, acid on his tongue as his hands gripped Kitty's jaw to pry it open again. His other hand stroked a line down Kitty's jaw to his enck and over the back of his shoulder blades.

"I do believe you bit down, didn't you?" His lips had somehow gotten closer to Kitty's, teeth reaching out and nipping the other man's upper lip. He pulled away, his hand leaving the man's jaw to grasp his knife. He got up from the bed, his legs stumbling from the position they held, and set the edge of the knife in the licks of the flame fro mthe fireplace. He watched as it tinted red with heat, a smirk lining his lips.

He could feel the other man watching him, and knowing what was to come, Dean decided to act. He rested the knife to heat more before he divested himself of his wifebeater, returning the bed. He straddled Kitty's back, his cock pressing against the man's shoulders, and swung his shirt around to stick it between the man's teeth.

"This is so that sinfully delicious tongue doesn't get harmed." He teased, grinding his hips into the soft skin between his shoulder blades as he tied the shrit. He left to fetch the knife, his back stretching out the old, healed up tissue that marred his pale skin with slashes of tan, and picked up the blade.

It was steaming.

He turned back to feline, walking toward him with fast strides. He sat on the side of the bed, his hands brushing over the flawless skin covering a canted hip, before he held to knife to it. Not touching, but hovering. He watche din sick fascination as sweat beaded below the heating metal, and the skin around began to perspire as well.

Suddenly, he wrenched the blade into the flesh, an watched as it sizzled with the burn and skin darkened with bruise and blood seeped out around the cutting skin. He heard the muffled scream as it was let loose.

"I told you you'd need it," Dean's voice was on th brink of hysteria.

[Kitty]

Kitty watched through petrified eyes as Dean left the bed and went over to busy himself near the fireplace. His back covered whatever it was he was doing but Kitty didn't assume that it could be all that great. "What are you doing?" His voice was tiny and he gasped as Dean pulled the white shirt from his body, light pink scars exposed and mapping out and across the creamy skin. "Dean! What the hell happened to you---" His words became muffled, Dean's shirt suddenly stuffed in between his teeth, his jaw aching from the rough material. "on o' ah ich!"

Kitty yelped as Dean ground his hips and ever stiffening erection into his back. Then all to suddenly Dean was off his back, giving Kitty time to breath in a breathe of air, the older man's weight having put a little to much pressure on his lungs for comforts sake. The bed sunk slightly at Dean's weight upon it's weight and Kitty's brow furrowed in confussion at the sudden heat on his hip. 'What the fuck? Who turned up the heat, man?'

He squirmed as the heat mounted and sweat began to bead all over his body. Just as he thought he was starting to get a fever or something, a scorching pain tore through him and red hot flames ripped at his skin, tearing a thick and deep line down it. Kitty screamed out in strangled pain. He jerked away, hips moving down and ass cheek coming to blows with whatever had cut him. He screamed in terrified horror at the pain that riped through both his hip and left butt cheek.

Sobbing he burrowed his head down into his pillow, clenching the cheeks to his ass tightly as if to ward off any more heated slashes, his abused hip tucked down onto the matress, the sticky feeling of blood spilling down onto the bedding as the stench of burnt skin tainted the air.

[Fletcher Dean Colechester]

Dean smirked, the power overwhelming him with a dizzyness and he loved it. He clawed the cut, digging his finger into it a moment, before he licked the blood off it. He palmed it, letting the blood thouroughly soak his hand, before he coiled it around his cock, rubbing and making sure it was lubricated. He didn't want to hurt him. He grapped Kitty's hips roughly, and tugged him back, hip to hip, his cock just jutting against the feline's ass crack.

"Mm. Bet you're so fuckin' tight. Bet you could suffocate me," He whispered hotly, his tongue tracing the shell of Kitty's ear. "Can't wait to sink into you," He growled, not even bothering to prepare him. He positioned himself, cock a blunt force against the tight ring of muscle, and the only solace he offered was a gentle kiss, almost sympathetic, to the small of the man's lower back before he roughly thrust in.

A groan immediately rippled through him and the heat surrounding his erection tightened and grapsed him. He swore, figners slipping into the cut he'd made, and pulled out just a bit, before slamming back home, his hips slapping against Kitty's buttocks.

"Fuck..." He panted, enticing another thrust, "I love it when I'm right," He bit his lip, keeping himself away from orgasm as he continued to pound into the man beneath him without abandon, the ryhtem violent but steady. His hand grasped the makeshift gag and wrenched it out, wanting to hear any whimper, moan, whine or keen from this man.

[Kitty]

Kitty screamed against the shirt in his mouth as Dean's fingers dug around inside of him. He felt a claw scrape against the bone of his hip and he gagged at the feeling of utter violation. He sobbed against the gag and moaned in pain as Dean seemed to take a scoop of blood from his torn flesh, doing god knew what with it. Then suddenly, there was a blunt force at his crack and he made a yelping noise, chocking on the material in his mouth.

"Mm. Bet you're so fuckin' tight. Bet you could suffocate me. Can't wait to sink into you." Not even the tongue grazing against his ear could make him feel anyhting other than pain, yet his cock ached with a throb in neglect. What the hell type of person could be cut open with a knife, violated, and then completely turned on by all this shit!

A kiss was bestowed getnly upon his back and he hissed angrilly, his eyes full of tears and hurt as he jerked away, his muscles in his ass clenching as he waited for the entrance of Dean's blunt dick. The pressure was os strong that he didn't know what had hit him and the pain of his whole anal muscles tearing and ripping at the force of Dean's thrust had his eyes widening and a silent cry uttering through his mouth.

Kitty made another silent breathe of protest weakly as his hips were gripped in a tight vice and his ass slammed into harshly by Dean's wild verility. He choked on the shirt in his mouth, chewing it until his gums ached. Then suddenly, just as the gag was taken from his mouth, something exploded in him and he screamed out, yet this time in pleasure, arching into the wild thrusts of his abuser. He opened his eyes wide, his head titled so that one side rested against the side of the pillow. But just as that spot inside him was beginning to make him feel numb, Dean's thrusts missed it, and the pain was back, reality tearing its way into his life like an angry mob.

Crying out he ground his hips down against the mattress, hoping to just come and get it over with. "Dean..." He whispered, bliss shooting through him once again as a painful blast of pain itself attacked him and he came with both a violent shudder and cry.

Kitty went lax against the matress, his eyes blank and expressionless. Then the whole world went black.

It seemed like only a moment he'd been out cold yet when he awoke, the thrusting had stopped, and the pressure of Dean along with the rope binding him was gone. He was alone, and both his spirits and body felt as if they'd been smashed dead on with a hammer. Who knew, with his luck, perhaps they had been.

[Fletcher Dean Colechester]

The tight heat, the sounds, the enclosed space, the memories... it was all too much, but it was enough to make him come, shooting deep into the unwilling body below him. He groaned with his release, the man's name a whisper on his lips, like metal when it hit the floor. His sharp ears picked up a faint,

"Dean..." And Kitty shuddered, clamping tight around him and milking just a bit more from his already wasted sacs.

It took a moment to realize and snap and set. He'd just raped someone. Nauseua attacked him, filtering around him, making him dizzy and he could just fucking die. He'd hurt Kitty. He had hurt the one he felt some sort of love towards. He stumbled back, pulling out and cringed at the blood mixed semen coating the swollen hole. He fell off the bed, hitting the floor with a thunk.

"Fuck... I let you get to me..." He buried his head, "I hate you," He whispered, but ears forgotten and gone couldn't hear. He sat a moment, before smartening and removing the bindings from Kitty's wrists and kissing each in turn, tears pressing but never falling.

"I'm sorry," He breathed, and took his leave, just a little more hateful for himself each footfall.

END