°So maybe this is not a good first thing to publish, but then again it is going to set the standard and direction of where my fics are going. So this is the first one, be kind and don't eat me alive, you know all that :) Tell me what you think and I will feed you angst!Alec till you drop.
Also, obviously I do not own any of the characters, they are all the lovely property of Mrs. Clare, unfortunately - I am sure I would take much better care of my babies than her^^°
Alec knew he should never have let Magnus drag him along to this shady bar where he was sitting, awkwardly waiting for his boyfriend to come back from the bathroom. He had already waited a good ten minutes and was getting restless with both worry and the feeling nagging in the pit of his stomach; that he was terribly out of place. All around him people were dancing like mad, some wearing an alarming lack of clothing. Usually Alec would find it odd and perhaps even offensive. Then again, what could you expect from a hang-out like this. He was possibly the one with the most clothes on and that was even after he had taken of his leather jacket and left it with the lady in the wardrobe, wearing only a white sleeveless top and black skinny jeans. Jace was around here somewhere as well, yet Alec had even less of a clue where he could be. He was to meet up a friend of his to hand something over before heading home; yet he had played a part in the luring that lead Alec to where he was. "It will be fun," he said.
Within a heartbeat a glass was placed before him and he looked up at the bartender, questioning written all over his face. "I didn't order this," he said as quietly as he could, without having his words drowned out in the music. The bartender smiled and waved a hand at him; "You didn't have to."
The drink had a soft white colour to it and smelled like milk. "White Russian," the bartender mouthed to him before he moved on to take the next order. Alec knew by experience that this was someone else having bought him a drink, it had happened before – and he still didn't get exactly why. Another ten minutes passed and the drink before him had started to liquify; still no sign of Magnus. Alec figured he might as well drink the white liquid and took a sip from it; actually it was one of the better he'd gotten and not before long he had downed the glass. He asked the bartender for another one but was ignored when it came to paying. "He has it covered," the bartender's mouth seemed to tell him and Alec didn't think twice about who 'He' was but sat down looking at the glass in his hands. He was sure he had seen Jace drink one of these once. Where was Jace? And where the hell was Magnus?
"Is this seat taken?" Alec snapped out of his wondering where the two people he knew in the building was, by the loud voice of a screaming man, trying to make himself heard over the music. Alec shook his head and looked back out over the dancefloor, across which the bathrooms were located. Being seated at the bar, he had a full view of the doors as well, able to see whether Jace left or not.
"Can I get you a drink?" the man asked and Alec sensed a slight slurr. He shook his head once again and turned away from the stranger. "Are you sure?" the man insisted and leaned in to not have to shout his throat raw. "You look like a White Russian kind of guy," he predicted.
Aren't you clever, Alec thought as he looked down at the drink in his hands.
"Actually I'm the 'I have a boyfriend that wouldn't be too pleased seeing you clinging onto me in that way' kind of guy," Alec said, sounding way more superior than he felt, probably because of the burning liquid he had consumed. The grip the man had on Alec's lower arm, that Alec hadn't even realised, loosened and the man leaned back, giving Alec a long look.
"Just because you are all black hair and blue eyes, prettier than most, you don't have to go all almighty on the rest of us," the stranger that could have been attractive, had it not been for his rubbish attitude said and leaned in once again, but this time Alec was aware of the grip on his arm. "If I were you I'd run off to the boyfriend or –"
"Care to finish that sentence outside?" Alec looked up at the sudden presence of a familiar voice and saw Magnus stand right behind him, his hand carefully but firmly moving up on Alec's shoulder, giving it a reasuring squeeze. The stranger's grip loosened once more and Alec let out the air he had no idea he was holding. "Fuck off, will you?"
With a wink and a sly smile the man walked over to whatever corner of the club he had come from and Magnus walked up to stand before Alec. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice deeply marked with concern. His black eyeliner had smudged slightly around his eyes and his forehead was trinkled with sweat. Alec nodded and met Magnus halfway for a lingering kiss. He didn't want it to end but Magnus broke it and took his boyfriend's face in his hands, smiling slightly at him. "I'm going to have to leave," he ignored Alec's sigh and continued. "I got a call on my way back from the toilet and a client needs me. You want me to give you a ride home?"
"I'm fine!" Alec assured him. "I can catch a ride with Jace." He knew that if he was to go with Magnus he would just end up feeling lonely at the flat, so he might just as well remain here in the bar, trying to figure out how many more layers of make-up there were than clothes, like he used to. "I'm sure!" he added as Magnus gave him a concerned look.
"Call me if you need anything, alright? I might just come back when I'm done though if it doesn't take too long – just let me know where to find you and I'll be there." They shared another kiss and Magnus walked out, waving at Alec over his shoulder without turning around. The second Magnus was out of Alec's field of view he picked out his mobile phone and texted Jace. Where are you?
"Want to dance?"
Alec looked up and found an attractive brunette standing right before him. His left hand was one Alec's shoulder; how had it been placed there withouth Alec noticing, just in the same place as Magnus's had been just a moment earlier and his other one was on his own hip, placed just upon the patch of skin that showed between his shirt and jeans. Shaking his head, Alec smiled slightly and leaned in to tell him that he didn't dance, when the man leaned in as well. Thinking that he would try and kiss him, Alec pulled out and smiled again, shaking his head. "Come on handsome, one dance can't hurt you," he smiled and tilted his head in the direction of the dancefloor.
Until Jace answers, he told himself, until then he could join this charming creature on the dancefloor. Alec stood down and took a step towards the dancing crowd as the man tapped him on the shoulder, handing him his half full drink. Alec finished it in one gulp and headed for the floor.
Glimpses of a dancefloor, a blonde smiling and a blackhaired throwing his head back to laugh. Someone placing their hand behind his back to steady him, others bumping into him as he shoves someone aside. A pair of hands steering him straight. Straight through a door that slams shut behind him. As if waking up, Alec looks around. It looked like an alley but with walls and a ceiling. Could have been a storage room had it not been for the construction tools and plastic.
"What the fuck were you saying?" someone laughed as the hands let go of Alec and he grasped a wall not to fall flat on the concrete floor. Soon enough someone took a fist full of his hair and steered his face towards the one light bulb in the room, causing him to squint.
"This one," another amused voice, strangely familiar, possibly also the owner of the nails digging into his scalp, said giving Alec's cheek a light pat. "This is the Almighty God that sees himself too fine and unreachable for the rest of us. Where is your boyfriend now?" Alec realised he was spoken to but had no chance of answering before a slap was placed below his right eye, making his head spin worse than it already was. "Where is he now?"
"Calm now, calm," said a third voice, this one just as amused as the other two, and this one familiar as well. It belonged to the brunette. Alec's head might be spinning but he knew that much. He could hear the first man laugh again, but he still could not see his face since the light was blinding him.
"Says the one drugging him!"
"I just helped him out," said the brunette and Alec could hear he was moving closer, his steps clapping on the concrete floor. "He was fairly cooperative on his own but one always needs a push." Alec could feel another hand on his face, this one tracing the line of his bottom lip. "Right?" He shook his head to get rid of the hands touching his skin but in a heart beat a hand was on his throat and his twisting stopped. "What do you want?" he asked hoarsly, unable to get much else out due to the lack of air.
"We can show you," the brunette smiled and leaned in, in front of the light, blocking the rays from the bulb blinding Alec. He could now see all three of them. The brunette was, just as he had thought, standing right before him, a slight smile on his face. His hair was tousled as if someone had run his fingers through it and he had his hands in his pockets as he stood there, looking straight at Alec. Beside him was the blackhaired man that Alec had turned down, the one being threatened by Magnus. He was still wearing his ugly expression of superiority and arrogance as he stood, Alec's neck the only thing between his hand and the wall. He was standing so close that Alec could feel his breath on his skin. The third man was a blonde. He was probably the one that spoke first and he too did smile a rouge smile. The blonde took a few steps forward and stopped only as he was right in front of Alec.
"He isn't that pretty," he said heavily and twirled a strand of Alec's hair around his fingers. "I mean, I have seen prettier, myself not counted." A slight chuckle escaped all three of them and with that, the grip of Alec's neck loosened. He thrust forward in a desperate attempt to get away but the hand slammed him back into the wall with such force that he heard a crack. He prayed it was the wall.
"Behave!" said the blackhaired man and leaned in. "You don't want us to punish you."
Alec's eyes were tearing up and he tried to look anywhere but at the three men. It was rather hopeless as they were all standing right before him now. Instead he looked to the ground, finding that the brunette and the blonde both had their hands in their jeans, massaging their erections. The brunette moved his hand towards Alec and gave him a hard look. "You actually mean that I managed to get the same guy that turned you down?" he asked, gazing towards the man holding Alec's throat. A nod told him that he was right. "That has to mean you are rather... frustrated with him."
Alec's face collided with the floor with a thud and he hadn't more than crawled to his knees as a kick was placed just below his ribcage. Falling to his side, the next kick did hit his ribcage. Alec looked up as the kicking stopped, only to face a hand reaching out to grab his hair, pulling his head up, a blow being placed in the middle of it and Alec felt his lip split.
"Don't ruin his pretty face; how will his boyfriend love him then?"
The grip forced Alec's head up. "I'm sorry," said the blackhaired man and leaned in to wipe some of the blood trailing over Alec's chin off. Alec was going to tell him to fuck off, but the next blow, placed in the middle of his abdomen caused him to loose his breath and he fell back to the floor. Looking up he saw that the other two's pumping had increased and the blonde was even unable to keep his eyes open for longer than a few seconds at a time. With his head still spinning he tried desperately to get to his knees and he managed, only to have his face slammed back into the floor. "Not so fast," said the man behind him. "I'm not done yet."
A pair of hands reached around to his waist, but when trying to scramble up Alec felt his head pressed down. The brunette had moved to press his head down whilst the man behind him struggled with Alec's belt.
The moaning in the room had increased and wasn't cut of when the sound of a pocket knife's blade was flicked out and Alec felt pressure to the leather strap that was hooked into the loops of his jeans. With a ripping sound the cut of belt was torn out of the loops and thrown aside. The patience was gone and the blackhaired man used the knife to rid Alec's pants of the buttons as well before roughly pushing them down over his hips and thighs. Alec could feel a small trickle of blood slick his shirt to his stomach from a shallow cut just above his waist. Kicking and punching was useless since a another set of hands were on him now. The blonde had come to help by pressing his hands into the same cold material as his face. Alec could feel bits of loose concrete bury itself in his skin.
"I'll fuck you so hard you'll come back begging for more," he moaned. "How would your boyfriend like that? His little wife becoming a slut for proper cock. I bet he will love that."
Alec felt the tears finally slip over the edges and spilled onto his cheeks and the concrete.
"Please, please don't," he chanted but no one heard him.
He felt how all three of them inhaled seconds before his ass was spread. He felt the spit as it was placed in his crack and so, withouth preparation and any other lube the man pressed in, head to shaft in one go and Alec felt himself bursting. The pain was beyond painful and he felt his face being pressed further into the floor as the brunette moaned loudly finding his way back to his cock.
"Ah, this is one tight ass," moaned the man inside Alec, but he couldn't hear it. His crying was too intense and as the man pulled out and pressed in even further Alec let out a desperate scream. For anyone, whoever, just someone. He continued to sob loudly as the man's rough pounding caused his hole to open, wider and wider. Moving in exstacy the man brought down hard spanks on Alec's ass cheeks with one hand at each pound, spreading his ass with the other one.
A hand yanked his head up, squiting in the blur of light and tears he saw the brunette pressing his cock into Alec's mouth, making sure he took each inch in. "Take it in, pretty boy. All of it."
"No need to cry princess, we're taking care of you," spoke the blonde and Alec could heard the intense breathing all around him as the spanks and tuggs no longer felt more than pats compared to the the pain that the man behind him caused him or the one in his throat as he time upon time gagged on the cock that cut off his air supply.
"There you go precious, good going."
"Honey."
"Darling."
"Baby."
" Sweetie."
"Angel."
"Sweetheart."
With each affectionate name Alec felt worse and worse. All he could think about, regardless of the intense pain from the penetration and the slaps, was Magnus. And he knew that they knew that. He knew that they saw that he was hurting, not only physically but he couldn't hide it.
"Look at me when you suck it!" the brunette suddenly burst out and yanked Alec's head so that he was forced to look at him. He then let his other hand reach up in Alec's hair and hold his head still as he pumped in and out roughly, not caring about Alec's throat clogging or the saliva and phlegm that streamed out of his mouth. Pulling out carelessly the brunette grasped his cock and gave Alec a hard slap with it across his face, smearing the phlegm over his cheeks and chin. " You like it, don't you? All the attention you get."
"Of course he does," the blonde breathed but the brunette ignored him.
"You love having boys and girls in all ages and shapes strut around you, hoping to get noticed. And all you do is sashay around with your head so far up your ass that we'll have to dig deep, and long, to find it." He violently pushed Alec's head up, his nails digging into the scalp. " You like it, don't you?"
The man behind him groaned loudly and grabbed a firmer hold of Alec's ass cheeks to spread them. Alec could feel the blood trail. The tried to squirm but the grip of his hair prevented him. "Tell him you like it. Tell him you want more, harder. Tell him to bury his cock so far up your ass that you won't be able to walk for weeks."
The thrusting against Alec had him screaming again, and slaps were placed across his face. He could hear the increased moaning around him. "Beg him to fuck you harder!" Alec shook his head with his tear stained face twisted in pain but the brunette picked up the knife that his blackhaired friend had left out and put it to Alec's neck. "Beg him."
"Please..." Alec started but the grip of his hair tightened, as did the pressure of the knife. "Harder," he cried. "Please."
"Beg him to fuck you like your boyfriend."
Alec went silent but as the pressure of the knife cause him to bleed he opened his mouth, tasting the salt of blood and tears. "Please, fuck me... like my... like my boyfriend."
"What's his name?"
"Magnus," Alec said and cried out at an especially hard thrust.
"Say it."
"Fuck me like Magnus. Please–"
At that the blackhaired man came. Hard and Alec could feel how he pressed Alec's ass cheeks together, thrusting a long time after he had emptied his load inside Alec, pulling out with a loud sigh.
"Good boy," he smiled as he came around Alec and patted him on his head.
"Fuck you," Alec sighed. A slap so hard that he fell to the ground was the response to that. But soon enough he was picked up again by the blonde who spread his legs even more and spat once on Alec's already bloody and abusedly open hole before he pressed in. Staying fully in for a while before pulling out. Something trailed down his thigh, he wasn't sure. Blood, spit, cum. It didn't really matter. The blonde didn't take too long, he pushed the brunettes hands away and took hold of Alec's hair himself. He used it to pull Alec further onto his cock as he pounded into the already abused hole. The brunette kept on patting Alec's neck, pinching his shoulders and collar bones whenever Alec made a cry or complained. Alec had his hands pressed together under the brunette's knees, making it impossible for him to move as the blonde pressed so far in that Alec screamed out into the air.
"How can your ass still be so tight?" he enquired and gave it a rough spank.
"He was born a slut," the brunette said and patted Alec's hair covered and sweaty forehead. "He was born one and he will always be one. It doesn't matter if he has his precious Magnus to protect him. Whoever wants to fuck him is going to. Because he is a slut and he likes to have his ass fucked, with anything."
The blonde moaned and gave a few harder, final thrusts before pulling out to come over Alec's back and ass. Then he stepped up and walked aside as the brunette rightened Alec's position. He was still on all four and his face in the same height as the brunette's cock. It was pressed in and Alec immediately gagged.
"You'll love this," the brunette smiled as the blackhaired walked around Alec again and sat down there along with the blonde. They spread Alec and if pain had been felt before then this was astronomical compared to it. Alec felt the bottom of a bottle being pressed into him with such force that the blood streamed down his thighs along with leaked cum and spit that they both used again as lube. The brunette pumped harder and harder, holding Alec's head still as he fucked it, his eyes focused on the bottle moving in and out of Alec. Before Alec passed out he felt his throat fill with cum. So was his mouth and all over his face the white substance was splattered. With two slaps he fell to the side as the brunette pulled out, the bottle still inside him. Two kicks was placed in his side and one to the bottle, pressing it further in.
Only a few seconds before Alec's eyes closed he felt the vibration in his pocket, coming from his mobils phone, telling him that Jace had replied to his text message.
