You are reading this at your own risk. Right now I am going through a bit of a dark phase, and decided to channel it by writing the one thing I would never write. this is the sickest thing I have ever written. Based on a kinkmeme. and also now been slightly edited

Childhood ends

Childhood ends

Chapter One

"Quill, get me a damn beer right now".

Standing in the small galley of the M-Ship, all Peter could do was roll his eyes, nothing he had done that day was good enough, and Yondu was in full asshole mode.

He had been bitching all day, the plans weren't good enough (they were) the timings were all wrong (which was bullshit), in fact, Yondu had been an asshole since the moment they completed the mission, which wasn't unusual.

In the last few days, the Captain of the Ravagers had become more tense, something Peter had put down to this mission. It was simple, but it was just Peter and Yondu which meant that if someone fucked up, it was automatically Peter's fault.

Peter had done a perfect job so even a mere "thank you" would have been something, but Yondu just appeared agitated, barking orders in his chair and complaining about the heat. Peter thought to himself as he scratched a small cut on his right hand

Even though his species were densely skinned and he could survive with any temperature, Yondu was appearing tenser as each minute passed, with his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.

"Peter…"

Peter turned just in time to see the blue fist coming towards him before his world exploded into darkness.

"It's progressed too far"

The world had exploded, but coming back into it, wasn't gentle. His head hurt, ached his throat felt dry, and there was a strong hand gripping through his blond hair.

He was on his knees, the metal feeling cold through his trousers. Carefully he opened his eyes, and immediately begun to panic. He was sitting in-between Yondu's legs.

Peter peered up at his Captain, Yondu wore a look of unbridled lust on his face, his breath raspy. Shit, he's in heat, he realised with shock, as Yondu, begin to fumble for his zipper, and Peter started to panic.

"Oh god, no. No, please Yondu". Peter pleaded, his mouth still dry as Yondu's enormous blue throbbing cock spring free.

For a moment, Peter just stared at it, it was massive, inches longer than most Terrans. Besides that, that it resembled a humans, apart from being blue and fucking massive!

Deep inside him, he knew what was coming, as even with Yondu's hand gripping his head, Peter tried to back away.

"Yondu, please don't do this. I don't want to do this". Peter couldn't help the tears that sprung to his eyes, trickling down his cheeks. He was too old to cry, he was sixteen, but this. This wasn't what he wanted.

Peter tried again to break free, still pleading, which Yondu his eyes still blazing redder than normal, didn't listen. Of if he was listing to Peter's pleads, then he really didn't give a shit

Sweat was glistening on Yondu's bare chest, which combined with the smell of musk, which this close to Peter made him feel lightheaded. Or perhaps it was a concussion, or perhaps he was in hell.

Peter knew what was going to happen, he knew what Yondu was going to make him do even if he had to rip through Peter's teeth, as Peter tried to think of a way out. Trying to wrestle free only increased Yondu's grip on his head until he felt his hair being ripped out, the only other option was to bite it off.

Could he do that? Could he do that? In the recesses of Peter's brain self-preservation kicked in. If he did this, then that would be it, that would be it. Peter just stared up at Yondu, who was still wearing that look of unbridled lust.

This isn't Yondu, was the only thought going through Peter's head. This isn't my Captain.

Yondu, still with his bloodlust, gripped Peter's hair once more with a painful twist and seemed to move his head forward

This was something he had never done, never sucked a man's cock. Never sucked anyone cock, even though a prostitute had sucked his several months earlier, Yondu had paid for that

I don't know what to do, he suddenly thought in panic

Tentatively Peter placed his lips near the tip of the cock, and gently licked it. It tasted of salt and sweat, almost immediately Yondu's legs widened, and he pushed Peter closer.

Opening his mouth, a little bit wider Peter licked along the shaft, Yondu's cock was like the rest of him, thicker and denser, and something else, like a musky smell

Peter didn't know what he was doing, but he had to make Yondu like it. Then it would all be over, closing his eyes. Peter kept going, wrapping the rest of his mouth over Yondu cock, and continued sucking.

With his eyes closed, he could hear the response it was having on Yondu, who just moaned with pleasure his hands releasing his grip on Peter's head and travelled down his back.

Peter felt Yondu gripping the material of his shirt, before with ease ripping it, which made Peter shiver from the sudden pressure of Yondu hard, coarse fingers which dug into Peter's back, pushing him deeper.

Peter kept going, sucking the dick, which felt hot in his mouth, getting hotter with each movement, each motion. He was aware that between his legs, his own cock was getting hard, and that scared him.

This was a reflex, he wasn't enjoying this, he wasn't. He hated this, he hated Yondu. Hated what he was doing. He had to just get it over, and that would be it…that would be it.

That would be it, was in it to be all over. He hated this, kneeling on the floor being forced to do this. Peter heard the Yondu's breath coming out in small moans and knew he was enjoying this. If Yondu was enjoying it, then it would be all over soon.

Perhaps he would even apologise for it, yes that was it. Yondu would be sorry, Peter thought, as within Yondu cock he could feel it pulsating and knew what was coming.

God, he knew what was coming. He was aware that Centaurian's came differently than humans. As Yondu came in Peter's mouth. The saltiness hit the back of Peter's throat and he automatically Peter gagged, choking on Yondu's seed as it spilt onto the floor, between his teeth and his chin leaving a small puddle.

Peter started to heave, threating to throw up whatever it was he had consumed and the sick taste of his Captain. Then he felt Yondu's cock being to soften in his mouth and tried to relax.

That was it, it was over. Glancing up at his Captain feeling such unbridled hatred for the man whose dick he had just fucked. Yondu still had sweat rushing off his body, his eyes were half open, but he was breathing more normal. He was relaxing, it was over.

Making up his mind to withdrawal, Peter moved back carefully, never taking his eyes off Yondu. Carefully and gently he attempted to inch the limp cock from between his lips, trying to get away.

Then Yondu looked down at him, and his eyes though narrowed, seemed to blaze at Peter. Feeling the sense of urgency Peter tried to move back and get away only to find Yondu's hand gripping his once more on the back of the head, pinning him where he knelt.

Paralysed, Peter could only watch, the alternative would be biting Yondu's cock off which was tempting. However, he knew Yondu would kill him in a heartbeat.

All he could do was watch, as Yondu with his free hand delved into the medicine box and pulled out the hypospray. Pete didn't have time to react as the tiny needles was plunged into his neck and the world grew hazy. The only think of Peter mind as he passed out, his mouth going slack against Yondu was the sudden feeling of being carried and hoped that it was over

He was wrong.

It was only beginning

To be continued

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