A/N: This story will contain very dark and heavy themes in it. Such as rape, manipulation (emotional, psychological etc), multiple instances of sexual assault, being stalked, a highly toxic and unhealthy relationship and more, etc.

If any of the things listed will trigger you, or has the potential to cause any disturbing flashbacks for you, then DO NOT, read this story. This will be my ONLY warning.

Song for the chapter: Until The Ribbon Breaks - One Way Or Another

It started one year ago.

Craig Tucker's fixation on him.

He had been on his way home after stopping by a convenience store to pick up a pack of cigarettes sometime during the late hours. He hadn't been paying much attention to his surroundings when he lit up a smoke, so didn't notice as a masked man slipped behind him. But he did notice the barrel of a gun pressed to the back of his head and the hiss of the man's voice as he ordered him to hand over all of his valuables.

Craig however, wasn't in the best of moods that particular day. So he instead made the mistake of giving the guy a snarky remark back and in turn was met, not with a shot, but a hit to the back of the head, causing him to fall down. The man gets in a good two kicks to his stomach before he tells him he's going to shoot him. But no shots are ever fired. A dark hooded figure swiftly emerged from the shadows then and knocked him out instead.

Craig was able to get a proper look at the figure once he sat up more. There was a long dark purple hood and cape that covered the head and back of them, along with a black mask that covered the upper half of the already obscured face. But Craig could clearly tell they were a male wearing all purple, and had a giant green 'M' brazen across their chest.

"Who are you?" Craig had asked as the figure stood up, finishing with tying the man's hands behind his back.

"Mysterion." was the single deep worded response.

Craig didn't say anything more as he watched Mysterion give a small nod, before he returned into the darkness from which he came. The interaction was short.

But the impression it left on Craig was anything but that.

After that night ended, Craig gave up his two-year smoking streak, not wanting to deal with nearly dying over a pack of stupid cigarettes again. The cravings irritated him till no end, but he quickly found something else to fill them. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he started looking into who Mysterion was. At first there wasn't much on him, but after doing some deep delving and finding some images, he started to uncover much more about the rogue vigilante.

He wasn't sure why he found himself with such a growing interest for the mysterious masked male. Maybe it was because he saved his life, or maybe it was something else. But the more he thought about, searched and studied him. The more he found himself with the desire to see him again.

And so he did.

By chance one evening, a store he had passed nearby got robbed. And with the information he had gathered before about Mysterion, he ended up following the lone criminal from a distance. Sirens had stirred somewhere not too far off and Craig had started to think that he may not show.

But he did.

Just like the last time, he came out of nowhere. The lone criminal, a man, shouted obscenities at him and Mysterion replied back in that deep voice of his. When Craig heard it again however, this time in more than one word, something inside made him shiver. There was a small camera he had on hand, so he took it out and hit record. He captured Mysterion apprehend the man and say a few more words to him, before once again disappearing into the night.

When Craig had gotten home after that, he rewatched the video many times on his laptop, before shifting through the large magnitude of pictures he also took. Most of which were too dark, due to no flash being used, but there were some fair looking ones out of the bunch. Some that showed Mysterion's profile, others of his arms and legs in that— oh so tight, costume he wore. When he found a decent shot of Mysterion's torso, he enhanced it and ran a finger down its outline on the screen. His whole body was so refined, and he couldn't help but wonder what the muscles the fabric hid underneath it would look like in the flesh.

Thus… He found himself slipping ever so slightly each day down the Mysterion rabbit hole. The more he searched for him, of small glimpses of him, the more he wanted to know about him.

About his hero.

His savior.

It wasn't long after that, that he started to dream about him. Or picture hearing his voice. Or imagine the way he'd move in that tight outfit he wore; that Craig could practically hear his muscles screaming at him to set them free from their confines. Soon, even hearing the video he took of Mysterion, of his voice, began to make him shake and shiver. Finding himself lost in fantasy further.

Before he knew it, Mysterion was his life. From when he would wake up in the morning and go to school, to when he got home. He had become a part of his daily routine. Taking up all the free space in his head, becoming a part of his world. His whole world, everything became about this mystery man, this— anomaly , that just suddenly appeared one day in his mundane life. And he wanted more of it. To see it up close. To smell its scent. To touch it with his own hands and feel it wither against him. To dissect it bit by bit and study its every being.

Whatever it took. He wanted Mysterion to be his. And only his. He needed his hero to see him. To feel him and how much he meant to him.

So he devised a plan.

He knew Mysterion would come if he was in trouble. He always came when there was trouble. So all he needed to do was figure out how to get him to come out.

He sets up his plan on a Friday night, in a dark alleyway near the outskirts of town. Paying a man to follow him around town beforehand in the areas he knew Mysterion was most commonly in, or surveyed, before getting to his destination. The man only knew about following Craig and roughing him up a bit. What he didn't know, or rather, what Craig didn't incline to tell him, was Mysterion making a sudden appearance and knocking him out.

Just as Mysterion finishes tying up the man, he gives a small nod, like last time, readying to leave.

But Craig stops him.

"Wait!"

Mysterion looks back at him.

"What is it?"

"I just want to..." Craig had managed to get out, keeping his spiraling urge under control. "Thank you."

"It's okay, you don't—" Mysterion is cut off though, by Craig suddenly embracing him.

"I insist," Craig murmurs into the fabric around his neck.

Mysterion's scent had wafted into Craig's nose. It was something of a musky mix of cheap cologne, peppermint and some kind of faint spice. It takes all he has, in order to not shiver at the combination of Mysterion's scent and body heat seeping across his chest.

Mysterion was tense at first, as if unsure, but gradually gave him a bit of an awkward hug back.

"I have something I need to tell you," Craig whispers, moving his hand to the side of Mysterion's neck. "I..."

With one quick movement, he jabs the needle he had been keeping hidden till now into his neck. It easily strikes straight through the fabric and injects its fluid into him.

Mysterion shoves him off.

"What did you—"

"…Want you," Craig finishes. Mysterion falls to the ground a few seconds later, unconscious. Craig crouches down, placing a hand on his cheek, "I'm sorry, but it was the only way."

...

That was all that had happened, and all that had led up to this moment in which Craig now finally had him within his grasp.

Mysterion was still unconscious, lying on his back and bound by his arms above his head on the floor. The rope restraints tied around his wrists, connected to a beam in the center of a room they were currently in. Craig admires his handy work for a little while longer, until Mysterion starts to stir and he heads over to a high beam light, flicking it on. At first Mysterion is dazed, but as he wakes more and comes to realization, he pulls at his restraints, trying to escape them.

"No need to struggle, my hero." Craig says, walking over to him, "It's just me, your biggest fan."

An expression close to what Craig can only assume as shock crosses Mysterion's face. Craig smiles somewhat and crouches down next to him.

"Look—I don't know what you're planning to do—but whatever it is, just let me go!" Mysterion exclaims and Craig chuckles.

"Oh no, I can't do that. Not after all I've put in to setting this up for you." Craig coos softly and caresses his cheek. "I have a lot of plans for us."

Craig stands back up and walks over to a small table he has set up. All of this had taken him time, finding the most ideal location, the drugs and rope, all of it. So he had to make sure not to waste it. Luckily, he was able to find an old building out on the far side of town, condemned for demolition. Getting the sedatives he needed wasn't easy, but it was enough to do all he planned to the masked vigilante.

He picks up a needle from the table and walks back over.

"You don't need to do this," Mysterion says, struggling with his restraints once more.

"Shhh," Craig hushes, and crouches down next to him again. He attempts to put the needle into his neck, but it isn't made easy for him. Struggling so much to the point where he has to subdue him, by sitting on top of him, "I'm not going to kill you," he tells him and pulls the fabric around his neck down with his free hand.

"Then what are you—" Mysterion is cut off as the needle pricks his skin and is injected.

"You won't pass out this time. It's just so that you won't struggle so much. Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." Craig says and cups his face in his hand. Mysterion's eyes were so blue, but Craig only sees them for a few seconds before they shut and turn away from his touch. "Don't look so troubled," he tells him and puts the needle down. "I'll be sure to make it up to you."

"What are you talking about?" Mysterion asks, his voice slurring slightly from the sedative taking effect.

Craig smiles and runs a hand down his chest, resting it over his heart. Even under the clothing, Craig could feel just how warm and tight Mysterion's body was under him. The thought of it arouses him and he slowly pushes his hips down against Mysterion's. He places both hands on his chest and glides them up over the 'M'. His finger tips running over every bump and groove that the thin fabric hid underneath it. He then brings his hands down to Mysterion's belt and starts to undo it.

"Wait—"

"Shhh," Craig cuts off, "Just relax, and it will feel good."

As Craig finishes undoing the belt, he slides his hand under Mysterion's tight shirt and pushes it up to reveal the bare flesh of his stomach. It's adorned with abs and Craig can't help but run a hand over them. Without the fabric there now, he could feel just how warm Mysterion's skin was, and he shudders at the thought of all he was about to do to it. He grinds his hips down again as he pushes up Mysterion's shirt above his chest, it doesn't take long for him to get fully turned on while touching him. And is certain that by this point, Mysterion can feel him, if his disgruntled expression was anything to go by.

"You have a mole here," Craig says as a finger runs over the small mark resting on the right side of his ribcage. "How cute," he adds with a smile. "I wonder if you have any other hidden secrets under this costume."

"Stop," Mysterion slurs.

Craig ignores him though, as his hands move back down to Mysterion's belt and get to work unzipping his pants and taking out his cock.

"Wow, you're pretty big," Craig teases, "just like I knew you would be."

"Why... are you doing this?"

"Why?" Craig repeats, "Because I'm your biggest fan of course. And because I've wanted you for quite some time now. Wanted to show you just what you mean to me and how you make me feel. Ever since that day I first saw you, I haven't been able to get you out of my head," he starts to stroke him. "I've always been watching you from afar, but now it's time that you watched me. My hero."

Craig's hands play with his cock, stroking it in various ways until he leans down and starts to suck him off. The thought of wrapping his lips around him and playing with his cock in his mouth and tongue, turns him on even more as he begins to touch himself after a while. He keeps going until he can't take it anymore and sits back up, moving so that his own cock rubs against him. Faint pants fall from his mouth, while watching Mysterion's cock twitch against him, making him want to feel more. So much more. So he stops his movements, reluctantly, and stands up, walking over to the small table. He picks up a bottle resting on it and heads back over.

Mysterion's eyes seem to widen when realizing what it is.

"I want to make sure things are gentle." Craig says, a small smile pulling at his lips. His eyes wander down Mysterion's exposed skin, and he twitches in anticipation. He sets the bottle down, then pulls his pants down. Mysterion attempts to struggle, but doesn't put up much of a fight due to the sedative.

"Stop..." Mysterion murmurs, as Craig takes his boots and pants off fully. He places himself between his legs then and grabs the bottle, pouring out a small amount of liquid into his hand. "Don't... do this."

"Everything will be okay," Craig says in a soothing tone, and rubs a hand up his thigh.

He slicks the liquid over his cock and fingers before grabbing one of Mysterion's legs and pushing it away. He brings a finger to his hole, and prods at it a few times, causing Mysterion to try and move away. But Craig holds him in place as he slips a finger in the tight hole, causing Mysterion to let out a disgruntled sound.

"You feel so warm," Craig nearly pants. He starts to message it and eventually slips in a second finger, then a third one. "You have another cute mole here as well," he says, taking note of the small mole hidden in the crevice of the left butt cheek. He removes his fingers after a while to readjust himself. "I've waited so long for this. And now after long last, we can finally..." he slides into Mysterion then, slowly lavishing in the feeling of the sudden tight, hot, pressure around him. When it meets his base, he lets out a deep sigh. "Be as one."

Craig doesn't even wait to start his thrusts, being much too eager, wanting to take it all in at his own pace and ignoring the slurred protests of his precious captive. It was okay though, he would show Mysterion everything that he meant to him. His thrusts increase more and more over time, until he reaches his climax and finishes inside him. When he comes down from it, he pulls out with a small sigh, his eyes landing on Mysterion's still erect cock.

"If you're done now, then let me go," Mysterion tries to seethe out.

"Go?" Craig asks, "But we're just getting started," he stands then and takes his pants off, "besides, I haven't had my fun yet."

He sits back on top of Mysterion, his bare ass now resting on his stomach, he shudders. Mysterion's warm body felt so right to him placed between his thighs like this. It was like the space that craved for something for so long, was now finally being fed. As he looks over Mysterion's face again, he thinks about removing his mask, but doesn't. Part of him didn't want anything to ruin the image in his mind of this masked individual—that and the mystery only turned him on even more. But he couldn't deny that he was indeed curious about it.

His attention shifts over to the bottle, grabbing it and putting more liquid in his hand. He covers Mysterion's cock with it, then starts to finger himself. Once done, he sets himself over the erect cock and lowers down until Mysterion is all the way in.

"You're so big and filling." Craig pants, he stays still for a minute before moving his hips into a steady rhythm. "You know, being fucked by you is—" he moans, " was, one of my fantasies," he clenches as he presses him in deeper. "You're the first one who I've ever let inside, you know? And I hope I'm the first for you as well. I had many offers before, but none of them caught my interest. Not like you did. My hero."

Craig starts to move faster until he's riding him wild, adjusting so that Mysterion's cock hits a pleasure spot inside him just right with each thrust in. Panting, moaning and screaming out Mysterion's name over and over, he ends up riding him for such a long enough time that he grows hard again. And eventually, because of his pure euphoria, precum starts to drip from him. He rides Mysterion until he makes him come, and when he does and a warm feeling floods inside of him, along with a wonderful moan filling his ears as well, he can't help but release for a second time all over Mysterion's chest and stomach because of it.

He keeps him in until he softens, before getting off.

"Let... me go," Mysterion pants.

Craig leans over his face and lightly caresses his cheek again.

"I can't," he replies and leans down, kissing him. Mysterion tries to face away, but is held firm in place by Craig's hand. "At least not yet."

"You won't get away with this."

"Oh? Won't I?" Craig asks back, amused, "I'm pretty sure that you're the one being looked for, not me. Especially with what you've done. Being a rogue vigilante and all that, you know?" Mysterion falls silent and Craig smiles. "Now let's continue, shall we? My hero?"

...

Over the course of the next three days, Craig keeps Mysterion held captive. Heading off only to go home to sleep after making sure that Mysterion was well sedated and passed out before he did. He spends his time with him, exploring every possible inch of him, filling him and taking photos and videos as well. Anything he could to remember it all. Every fantasy he ever thought of, since being drawn to him, all played out before him. All in various ways and positions.

And when the time comes for him to, regrettably, have to set him free again, from running low on sedatives. He makes sure he's passed out well, before moving his location to the woods and leaving him there.

He didn't need to check on him afterwards, he knew he would run as soon as he woke up and realized he was free. And he knew it was very unlikely that he would ever meet, or talk with the masked individual again. For him, it would be back to the usual, boring, mundane once again, after that last night of fantasy.