Keeping the Peace 4
***Note: For those who haven't read Life as I Knew It this chapter will touch on it a little so if you're confused check it out on AO3. It was written before the season 2 finale so this doesn't completely follow the series
It took several minutes for Hiccup's body to stop trembling. He was still desperately trying to fight the drug coursing through his lithe body. It wasn't surprising really. Normally he wouldn't, at least not so hard but then circumstances were not as they usually would be when Alvin took him. A few years back when the Outcasts and Hooligans were still at war Alvin had spared Toothless's life and took the boy prisoner. He took them to Rome thinking that Stoick would never find them there and he could finally force Hiccup to train his dragons. He wasn't expecting to develop a lust for the youth or enjoy his tender flesh so much. Then Hiccup was barely seventeen and still quite small of build. At first the boy didn't reciprocate Alvin's affections so the Outcast chief did his best to leave him alone but curiosity won out and eventually the boy let him touch him until after what Alvin felt to be an unnecessarily long period of courting he took Hiccup's virginity and made him his consort. The relationship was short lived. Stoick had travelled all the way to Rome to find his boy and nearly killed Alvin when he learned what he had done to Hiccup but the youth had intervened and had his father spare Alvin's life in agreement that the Outcasts would never, ever train dragons to use against Berk or any other tribe. But the new treaty went further. Stoick demanded that Alvin never touched Hiccup again and to keep his distance from the future Hooligan chief. Their elder used ancient magic to erase everything about their relationship that had happened to Hiccup while in Alvin's custody, giving him a clean slate and chance to start a life with Astrid. Stoick was not taking any chances of losing his only child to Alvin the Treacherous.
Alvin was forced to watch as Hiccup grew up. It seemed to happen so fast. He would visit for the peace treaty signing, barely acknowledge Alvin with more than a nod or some debate over changes needed in the treaty of with the dragon pens and every time he had changed. He was a little taller, a little more filled out and hair longer. He was becoming a man right before Alvin's eyes and he couldn't so much as lay a hand on him. It was around that time Alvin discovered that Hiccup and Astrid were officially engaged. Alvin was not happy.
Maybe it was because Hiccup was on the crisp of being a man or that he was "safely" engaged that Stoick began allowing Hiccup to visit Outcast Island on his own again and deal with the Peace Treaty signing or visit Viggo, almost as if the past had been forgotten. At first Alvin was going to keep his promise but then he had never seen Hiccup look so beautiful as he did when he spoke Dragonese, a forbidden language that the young man seemed to unintentionally flaunt being so used to talking to dragons whenever he wished on his own island without having to hide it anymore. It took skill and treachery to approach Hiccup about the subject of them possibly rekindling their brief relationship. He should have known Hiccup would think he was insane and try to escape forcing Alvin to resort to good old fashion treachery.
"One quick round is all I ask," Alvin purred as Hiccup turned away from him, ready to call for Toothless and leave the island. "Your father forced you to forget what we shared in Rome. I want a chance to remind you before you married Astrid."
Hiccup glared at him. "There's nothing you can do that's going to stop me from marrying her. And I'm sure as hell not…"
"Then we go back to war. I'm sure your father will understand. After all an heir unwilling to sacrifice a little personal comfort for his tribe is nothing to be ashamed of."
That did the trick. Hiccup stared at him, his gaze troubled as he took in Alvin's words. The boy might be a hero to his tribe but he had a rather overprotective father and a lot of Daddy issues caused by his childhood relationship with his father. They weren't very close until recent years and Hiccup often blamed himself for not being the son Stoick expected him to be. Nonetheless he shook his head and began walking away. "I need to go."
Alvin almost panicked. He hadn't expected that even though he should have. Hiccup was as stubborn as his father. "What if I could make that you don't remember a thing? Nothing but a lot of pleasure and exhaustion and you could go about your life as if nothing happened?"
Hiccup stopped and looked at him. "That's not possible."
Alvin gave a smirk. "You forget who my mother is."
The youth stared at him with wide eyes before biting his lower lip thoughtfully. He was not normally so gullible but he was under a lot of stress preparing to be the next chief and while he tried his best to do his duties he was still a free spirit and preferred to explore. He looked ready to bolt; the part of him that was so much his father prepared to go to war then let Alvin touch him surfacing. It vanished a moment later for the more curious side that had created their relationship to begin with.
"I won't remember anything?" he asked, wanting to be certain. He didn't trust the man as far as he could throw him. "At all? And you're not going to try and force me to train dragons?"
"I'm still following the Peace Treaty, boy." Well most of it.
Of course Hiccup still had his doubts even when Alvin gave him the brew. He stared at the vial for a long time and made Alvin sign every treaty going to ensure that he kept his word to not attack Berk, harm Toothless or go anywhere near Astrid.
And the drug worked! It worked even better than planned. Hiccup's mind went blank and he remembered nothing when he woke up but it also made his body extremely sensitive to the point even a simple touch could make him hard and he did almost everything he was told without question much as he did when Alvin was first training him years earlier. He was receptive and participated and was absolutely perfect. The only problem…it took about an hour to take affect at which point Hiccup was usually antsy and trying to figure a way out of the situation.
That was why Hiccup was fighting so much now. The drug was only finally starting to take effect, the adrenaline of being so forcibly fucked by Drago making it rush through his blood stream faster. Had Alvin given Hiccup the drug as he usually did after relaxing from the evening meal and waited Hiccup would have happily taken both men without realizing who Drago was. But sometimes that little of fight brought a thrill to Alvin and struggle or not Hiccup wouldn't remember a thing come morning only a pleasantly sore ass and a few bruises.
Hiccup was bound to have some beautiful bruises this time but Alvin still had to be careful despite Stoick now being gone. He didn't need Astrid becoming suspicious of Hiccup's visits.
He ran his fingers through Hiccup's sweaty hair, smiling hungrily as the young chieftain panted, his head propped on Alvin's belly as Drago ran his hand down the boy's spine. He never loved fucking Hiccup as much as he did when the boy was bond, except when Hiccup rode him, that was when he had the most control over the boy and the most fun. It was when Hiccup was completely and truly he's, although he did enjoy a good threesome from time to time.
With absurd gentleness he laid Hiccup between him and ran a hand down the young chief's chest, tweaking the nipple clamps along the way. Hiccup gave a whimper and squirmed at the touch but he no longer begged him to stop, in fact he had a nice droplet of precum tipping his lovely cock.
"He deep throats beautifully just go ramming him," Alvin advised as Drago tilted Hiccup's head back causing the youth to open his mouth. "Last thing we need is the Hooligans figuring out what we did with him. I don't feel like going back to war just yet."
"You have their chief," Drago growled. "They'll do whatever you want to get him back. A Dragon Whisperer is a rare thing."
Still, Alvin wasn't willing to chance it. "Let him suck. It's better than fucking his throat to the point he can't talk…then he's no good to either of us. Let him lead."
Drago rolled his eyes in disgust. Alvin was pampering the boy. What Hiccup needed was to know who his masters were. A throat could heal. Remarkably Hiccup didn't fight him and even opened his mouth wider to take his large length and tilted his head back a little further to take it all in. Drago glanced at Alvin before pushing his entire length into the welcoming warm cavern. Hiccup made a muffled sound before his cheeks hollowed and he began sucking deeply, clueless to just who's cock was down his throat.
Alvin watched for a little while, enjoying the sight of the youth's Adam's apple bob up and down. Bending his head he kissed the center of Hiccup's chest then pushed his legs apart and settled between them. Lifting Hiccup's rear onto his lap he pushed into his loose wet hole. Oh…he waited months to feel Hiccup's tightness wrapped around his hard length. He sunk all the way in, moaning in delight at the wonderful heat that surrounded him. And best of all was the way Hiccup stomach seemed to bulge out where his cock settled deep inside him. He moved slowly, taking his time to enjoy Hiccup before giving him a true hard fuck like Drago wanted. The other man wanted Hiccup to scream and suffer and be tortured the whole way and long ago Alvin might have enjoyed that but making the boy betray himself was some much better so he didn't go as hard and fast as he once might have. He moved slowly, keeping each thrust deep and yes, hard when he found that wonderful spot that made Hiccup arch his back and cry out. He held the boy's knees and rocked, rotating his hips before each hard thrust. He needed Hiccup loose before moving to the next part, extremely loose and hyper sensitive.
Drago closed his eyes as the boy sucked his length. He imagined Hiccup sucking his hard length since they first met. His lips were thin and he spoke a lot but they could be put to good use as they were now. This was so much better than he imagined and he planned to make sure the boy properly bowed to him after this and he would be eating cock for the rest of his life while serving him. Ah…the shame Stoick would have felt to see his son in such a position. The boy had many hidden talents it would seem.
A cry escaped Hiccup and Drago's cock slipped from his mouth as his back arched. His hands fisted behind his back and he groped at the sheets, trying to find purchase as Alvin hit his prostrate over and over again, rubbing it in such a way there was no ignoring the pleasure that stabbed through him. He tried taking the large cock back in his mouth but he couldn't. Alvin knew his body and moved in just the right way to make it impossible for him to focus on anything but the huge piece of meat working his ass.
The warlord glared at Alvin as the Outcast rutted into Hiccup's tight ass, rolling his hips expertly into Hiccup's and making the boy's tone stomach jump. "This is not what we agreed upon," he snarled, trying to tilt Hiccup's head back into the proper position but having no luck. If he was on his knees he could simply hold his head in position and fuck his throat raw.
Alvin paid him no mind. He wrapped an arm under Hiccup and hauled the boy onto his lap, impaling him fully. Hiccup cried out but made no move to stop him. He even bounced a little. "I'd apologize except I see no reason. We haven't even got to the best part." He reached up and ran a thumb down Hiccup's damp cheek, unsure if the youth was simply sweaty or crying under the blindfold. Neither would be unusual for him. It was only like this that the boy seemed able to truly express himself. He left Hiccup up, turned him around so that he sat on his lap facing Drago and impaled him once more.
"Uh!" Hiccup breathed. "Alvin…"
"Shh…" Alvin cooed even though the youth's ears were still plugged with wax. He tilted Hiccup's head back and gently played a kiss on his lips while glancing at Drago. "He can fit a second cock in his ass. He can handle two very large cocks up his tight little ass." He gave a low chuckle as he pressed another kiss to Hiccup's lips. "Looks are deceiving, especially in his case." As if to emphasis he took both Hiccup's legs and pulled them up to his chest, opening him wide to Drago in welcoming.
For a moment all Drago could do was stare at Hiccup as he squirmed in Alvin's arms, their joining evident. He wasn't one for sharing but curiosity got the best of him. Hiccup didn't look like someone who'd be able to handle two large men fucking his tight ass at the same time but then again he had proven to be much more than he appeared. He worked a finger in between Alvin's throbbing length and the surprisingly loose ring of Hiccup's entrance. His fingers were rather thick but he managed to wiggle three into the boy, proving Alvin's point.
"Yes…" Hiccup whimpered, pressing his head against Alvin's shoulder and pushing down, making Alvin's words true. It was all the encouragement Drago needed.
He found a position that allowed him and Alvin to fuck the boy at the time then pushed his hard length into the heat of Hiccup's ass. He inhaled sharply at the friction of rubbing against another cock inside such a confined space. It felt oddly good and the way it made Hiccup moan and cry as he tried to move as if to take charge. His arms flexed as he fought to free them.
"Alvin…" he whined only to cry out as he was fucked harder. He needed something to hold on to. He needed the cock ring off and someone to touch him. "Please!"
It was Drago who removed the cock ring and hastily grabbed his hard dick, pumping it with every thrust of his hips. The youth thrust into his hands, crying out for more, demanding release. Alvin began thrusting harder, and Hiccup's cries grew louder until he was nearly screaming. Two sets of lips met his throat and collarbone. Teeth grazed his flesh and hands groped him. It wasn't long before he came, screaming out his release as stream after stream of cum squirted from his length and covered Drago's hand and stomach. A few minutes later Alvin came well, his hot seed filling Hiccup. Drago took longer and rutted into Hiccup with bruising force that forced a second orgasm out of Hiccup. He leaned over the youth, panting hard as he watched the boy tremble as he slowly came down from his high. The Dragon Master beautiful in such a state, all wanton and needed and covered in sweat even if he was leaning against Alvin's mass.
"Where's that potion to make us hard again?" he demanded, ready to take the boy again even though he had gone soft. He tugged at his length, trying to get hard again.
Alvin's attention was solely on Hiccup, a deep frown marring his features. He removed the blind fold and tossed dropped it on the bed then did the same with the nipple rings and freed his arms. He left the jewels simply because he liked the way Hiccup looked in emeralds. "No," he answered finally. "I said to be gentle with him."
"I'll buy him from you," Drago offered, his gaze lingering on the small bruises that were slowly appearing on Hiccup's flesh.
The older man looked up in surprise. "What?"
"You're in the slave trade, name me a price and I will double it," Drago insisted, mentally calculating his vast treasure that amounted through the years of conquering nations.
"That was a long time ago," Alvin growled, shifting enough to lay Hiccup on the bed. "And Hiccup is not for sale even if I still dealt with slaves. The boy belongs to me and no else. What I do with him or who I share him with is up to me."
Drago's eyes narrowed and if he had a weapon or dragon at his command he would have killed the other man and taken the boy for himself. "What do you want for him?" he demanded, determined not to leave the island without the Dragon Master.
"I already have everything I want and need with him," Alvin growled, covering Hiccup with a thin blanket. "I fulfilled our bargain now get off my island and if you so much as go near my boy without my consent you'll see just how dangerous he is with the entire force of the Archipelago behind him."
He waited long enough for Drago to dress then called for the guards to escort him off the island. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He gazed at Hiccup, watching as the young chief rolled onto his stomach. He placed a large hand on the back of his head. He may have defiled the boy countless times and were once enemies but he had grown to care for the boy and while he was more than willing to share from time to time he was not willing to hand him over to the likes of Drago Bludvist. The man had already taken too much from him.