#dark!vision

Heart full and elated, you smile while staring out the window of Loki’s car as he drives down the highway. The lights from the lamp posts are the only one that shines into the dark vehicle, soft jazz music playing in the background accompanied by your boyfriend’s soft humming while he taps against the leather covering of the wheel. 

Your eyes drift to the rearview mirror and the smile on your face only grows further, the bouquet of red roses sitting idly in the backseat, a reminder of how the evening began that only cruised through into something bigger than what you’ve expected. 

You give a smile of thanks at the maitre d’ when he shows you to the private booth. A surprised gasp leaves your lips upon seeing Loki standing to greet you, the bouquet of roses nestled in his arms a bright contrast and a striking compliment to the black suit he dons.

He meets you halfway, a chaste kiss pressed to your cheek, one you respond with a blush that scatters from your neck up to your face. “You look beautiful, darling.” He breathes and the compliment is enough to take your breath away.

“Did you have fun tonight?” He asks, turning your head to face him. 

His eyes are still glued to the road while his other hand finds purchase of your thigh, deft fingers skimming over the exposed skin, sending a tingling sensation to your core. 

“Tonight was beautiful, Loki.” You smile, taking his hand in yours and lacing your fingers together. “I could never have imagined an evening as perfect as this. Thank you.”

“The quartet wasn’t too much?” He chuckles at his question and you sense the nervousness rolling through him with how his fingers tense.

Lifting his hand to your lips, you press a light kiss over his knuckles, the gesture seemingly calming him as he lets out a breath and glances at you before turning his focus once more back on the road. 

You look curiously at the door when it opens on its own accord, your breath catching in your throat when a string quartet files into the private dining space, the soft sounds of violins echoing throughout the room.

“Can I have this dance?” Loki asks and you stare at him dumbly when he holds out his hand to you from across the table.

“I—I don’t know how—”

“Don’t worry.” He says with a smile, standing from his seat and taking your hand in his. “I’ll lead and you follow.” Giving your hand a gentle tug, you slip the napkin off your lap and follow him toward the open space by the side of your table. His hand slips around your waist while keeping his grip on the other. “Slow steps,” He instructs and you obey. 

You keep your head to the ground, watching your feet, not wanting to step on his toes and ruin the moment. But you then feel your hand move, Loki tipping your chin up for you to face him, emerald eyes shining as he keeps them locked on yours. 

“Eyes on me, darling.” He coos and you smile shyly up at him. “I’m here.”

The ivory building of his condo comes to view and you feel a small wave of nervousness wash over you. 

It’s not like you haven’t been over to his place before. You’ve stayed a couple of nights when it’s too late to grab a cab and you didn’t want to burden Loki with driving you home. If anything, the place is something familiar, the living space you’re able to navigate even with your eyes closed. 

But for some reason, you feel this night to be different than the previous ones. With how magical it has been, your palms begin feeling clammy as your thoughts drift to the conversation you had with Carla before leaving to meet Loki at the restaurant. 

“What if we have sex and I suddenly tell him that I love him?”

“Okay—TMI.” She visibly cringes before asking, “But, do you?” 

You sigh before turning back to the mirror and nodding in response. 

“Then what are you afraid of?”

“What if he doesn’t feel the same way?” You argue, feeling your cheeks heat up from the sudden surge of emotions. “What if I tell him that I love him and I scare him off? Or worse, he laughs at me.”

“Girl, he’s been showering you gifts left and right. He’s been hogging you for the last five months that you don’t even know where we put the pots and pans anymore.” Carla explains a matter of factly and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you. “How do we know for sure that he’s not the one afraid of blurting out that he loves you? That he’s not worrying he’ll scare you away if he told you how he felt?”

“I—”

“You don’t and we will never know unless you take that leap.” She stands from your bed and walks towards you, resting your hands above hers when she wraps her arms around your waist from behind. “If he doesn’t feel the same way, I have tequila you can drown in and a knife you can use to slash his tires.”

That makes you laugh. 

“But if he does, I have tequila to celebrate and a knife I can use to threaten him if he hurts you.”

You’re breathless as Loki pins you against the elevator wall, his lips devouring yours while his hand runs up the expanse of your thigh, the fabric of your dress riding up along with his movement. You gasp in his mouth when he digs his fingers into the curve of your ass, feeling your core flicker to life and your cunt slickening, dampening your panties. 

“Loki—” You mumble his name and tilt your head back when he reaches from behind you, his fingers brushing along your clothed cunt and pressing down on your clit. 

“You’re already so wet for me, darling.” He drones against your lips and your eyes flutter close when he captures them with his once more. 

The ding of the elevator signals your arrival and you’re left panting when Loki withdraws his hold from you, a chuckle of amusement leaving his lips at the sight of you left wanting. A blush forms on your face, embarrassment looming over you that you scurry out of the elevator, leaving him to follow, to hide the shame bubbling in your chest. 

“Don’t worry, darling.” His voice comes close and you stop in your tracks when you feel his arms wrap around your frame, mewling as his soft lips press down on the column of your neck. “I want you just as much as you want me.” You feel his desire against the small of your back, feeling a sense of relief that it’s not just you fueled with lust but also the man you call your own. 

His door comes to view and you wait for him to enter the security code before pushing down the brass handle. 

All at once, your confidence blooms anew and you grab onto Loki’s hand to pull him through the threshold. But you stop in your tracks when you see a blond man standing by the couch, a glass of bourbon clasped in his hand and a smile of mirth playing on his lips that quickly morphs into a smirk. 

“Victor,” Loki calls from behind you, your shyness coming forth at the unexpected visitor. “You’re still here.”

“Yes, I wanted to wait for you to discuss some important matters.” The man—Victor—explains, taking a sip of his drink before nursing the glass against his chest. “But it seems I may have interrupted your evening.”

“Darling,” Loki’s hand rests on the small of your back, taking small and measured steps as he guides your forward to meet his guest. “This is my best friend since childhood, Victor Shade.”

“Pleasure to finally meet you,” Victor says as he extends his hand. You take it to shake but startle when he lifts it to his lips and places a gentle kiss over your knuckles. “And please, call me Vision. I’m unsure as to why Loki here insists on such formalities.” He chuckles, his thumb grazing against your fingers before releasing you and tucking his hand into his pocket. 

You’ve heard of him before, from the stories Loki would tell you during dinners or on lazy Sunday mornings. His best friend, who is also his partner in the trading business he’s in, and another one of the investors that help fund underprivileged schools.

He’s taller than Loki, is what you first notice, and his blond hair is kept short and neat, tousled in a swoop. His smile is kind but his eyes look electric and darker behind the rose-tinted glasses that sit gingerly over his nose. He’s as well dressed as Loki, the navy three-piece making his shoulders look broader and his frame, bigger.

You look up when Loki holds your chin, a wide smile etched on his face. “Why don’t you head on  to the bedroom, love and I’ll just finish up some business with Vision.” He suggests and you accept the kiss he places on your forehead before giving Vision a small wave goodbye yet feeling a shudder at the back of your neck when he nods in your direction, his blue eyes never leaving you which makes you scurry on down the hall and to the master bedroom. 

Closing the door from behind you, you huff in relief, the sudden appearance of Vision having rattled your senses. You don’t understand why Loki never mentioned that his best friend would be here, and from the way he greeted him—“You’re still here”—and the lack of surprise in his voice, he knew beforehand that Vision was present. 

He was having a fun night with you. That’s why he forgot. The little voice in your head reprimands you and that itself allows you to relax, pushing the thought of Vision in Loki’s penthouse to the back of your mind. 

You hang your clutch on the back of the door and run your hands down the length of your dress while walking towards his bed, attempting to smooth out any wrinkles that must have formed in your little romp at the elevator. The corners of your lips curl upward as Loki’s scent of earl grey tea mixed with a hint of mint wafts over your nose; an aroma you found comfort in since the day you first met him. 

The mattress dips from your weight as you take a seat on the edge, taking his pillow in your hands and pressing it against your chest before burying your nose against the soft cushion. 

“You look like you belong here, darling.” 

You turn your head to the door when Loki’s voice surrounds you, seeing him leaning against the doorframe while holding two flutes of what you think is champagne. He stalks over to you and joins you on the bed, the pillow taken from your hands and replaced by the bubbly beverage. 

“I hope Vision being here didn’t ruin your evening.” He begins, lacing the fingers of your free hand with his. “I thought he’d have already left and found no need to warn you about the matter.”

“It’s okay.” You smile, tightening your hold on his hand. “I was just surprised. Is he still here though?” You ask, looking past his shoulder and to the open door.

“He’s on the phone in my study. He knows better than to bother us.” Loki grins and holds up his flute toward you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

Love. 

He called you ‘Love’ the second time around and it makes your heart jump with happiness. He’s never uttered the word before, not even once in the months you’ve been with him. But now, after hearing it again, you can’t help but think that all your fears from earlier were for naught, that Carla was right. Maybe Loki truly feels the same, that he loves you and has been wanting to hear you tell him those three precious words. 

Love.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” You respond shyly and take a tentative sip of the champagne, the bubbles tickling your nose. 

As soon as you finish, he takes your glass and sets them atop the bedside table along with his. He sits closer and so do you, and you feel the spark once more setting a flame to your blood that you reach out when he leans in, wrapping your arms around his neck as he captures your lips. 

His kiss is soft and slow, lips exploring yours while his tongue remains at bay in his mouth. But his hands begin to wander and you let him, your own moving down to grab hold of his coat and pushing it off his shoulders, hearing the fabric fall to the floor. 

You part your lips when his tongue pushes past them, moaning against his mouth as he twirls the soft muscle against your own. He tastes of champagne and sin and it makes your heart pound hard against your chest, the swell of emotion taking control of your very being that makes you decide then there that you do love this man and you would do anything to make him happy. You’d do everything to keep him.

“I love you, Loki.” You whisper when he pulls away, your eyes glistening when he stares down at you, caught off guard by your sudden confession. 

He inhales deeply and you feel his hands tighten around your frame. “Oh, my darling girl.” He murmurs back and you smile against his lips when he kisses you once more, lifting you off the bed and having you straddle his lap. 

You mewl in delight upon feeling his desire pressing against your cunt, your hand skimming down his solid chest and cupping the tent in his pants. He groans and you preen in success, fingers moving to massage the growing erection before expertly flicking them to unhook the lock of his pants from the latch, the sound of his zipper echoing loudly in your ears. 

“Will you—” He mumbles and you give him no time to finish. 

You stand from the bed and giggle when he leans back against the headboard, following suit and kneeling before him to help shimmy his trousers and boxers off his thighs. 

His cock springs free and you gasp at how hard he is, the tip engorged and pink with precum already leaking from the tip. He takes hold of the base and pumps himself a couple of times before you take over with your own hand. You hear his voice shake and it's enough to urge you on, leaning over to press a kiss on his clothed chest—where his heart is hidden underneath—before leaning down to lay a kiss on his tip. 

Your lips part when you feel his hand rest on your head, a silent command for you to take him. And you do, wrapping your lips around the head and sucking on it slowly, feeling Loki shudder from the deed. 

Inch by inch, you take him deeper into your mouth, gagging when the tip grazes the back of your throat. But you don’t relent, pulling back to trace the vein on the side of his cock with the tip of your tongue before taking him in once more and setting your pace as you suck on him hard. 

Each moan and groan that escape his lips you take as a sign to go further, to take more and more of him and quicken the momentum you’ve set. You take the base of his length and give it slow and languid strokes, your lips kissing the edge of your fingers as they move in sync yet contrast with each other. 

His fingers weave through your locks and you moan when he tightens his hold on them, pushing your head down on his shaft so that you move your hand away and grab tightly on his thigh when you begin gagging once more at his size. 

Your pussy clenches on nothing as lewd noises continue dripping from his lips, feeling your walls slicken and soak through the lacey fabric that suddenly feels too constricting as heat crawls up your skin.

You feel him grab onto the hem of your dress, pulling the fabric and bunching them to your waist. You pull away from his cock and gasp when he gives your ass a sharp slap before grazing his fingers over your clothed cunt. He pushes the flimsy, soaked fabric to the side and moaning against his cock when he rolls his digit against your swollen bud. 

“She’s ready.” Loki intones and you blink in curiosity at his words. 

“Wha—”

You’re instantly filled with panic when another pair of hands grab hold of your hips. You push yourself up and look over your shoulder, your eyes widening in shock to see Vision standing at the foot of the bed, his fingers digging into your flesh and pulling you closer to him. 

You try to get off, pushing away from Loki but he restrains your wrists with his tight grip, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he looks down at you. 

“Loki—what’s going on?” Your lips tremble as you ask, grunting as you try to pry your hands from his hold. “Why is he here?” 

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” Vision says from behind you, your body shaking and tears falling from your eyes when you feel his hot breath fan over your cunt, a kiss being laid over the expanse of your ass. “I’m just checking the goods. A little…quality control if you will.” 

The chuckle that he emits makes your heart constrict and you face Loki once more, eyes pleading that he saves you from this monstrosity. But his eyes are blown wide, and you see no remorse, no compassion in them, only lust and it shakes your very core and shatters your heart that everything you believed him to be, the sweet and kind gentleman you fell in love with, was all a lie. 

Your body jolts and you clench your fingers into fists when Vision laps his tongue against your cunt. You try to kick your legs, to stop him from his malicious act but his hands grip your ankles, spreading your legs wide in the process. You’re left helpless on the bed, splayed open for him to take while Loki keeps his hands on you, making sure you don’t escape. 

“Be a good girl and suck my cock, darling.” Loki intones, hiding your face from him as your tears continue to roll down your face. “We can’t let Vision have all the fun.”

“No!” You shout and pull your hands and knees inward, struggling against them to set yourself free. “Let me go!” But you let out a yelp when a harsh slap lands on your ass.

“Don’t be a fucking brat and do as he says!” Vision berates, going still as fear runs up your spine with the intensity of his voice. 

“Please—” You beg, shaking your head as you look into Loki’s eyes once more. “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone—I swear.” 

You wince when your hair is grabbed from behind, Vision’s clothed chest pressing down on your back and you feel his hot breath fanning over your cheek. “You don’t get to make that choice, sweetheart. So you either be a good girl and listen or I won’t be kind and break you myself.”

“Now, now, Vis. Let’s not be brash about this.” Loki tuts, feeling his hand caress your cheek and Vision releasing his grip on your tresses. “She’s a good girl, right?” He says while looking down at you, fingers pinching your chin with his thumb grazing over your lower lip. 

You nod in reluctance. 

“Now, do what Vision says and we’ll be gentle with you.” He smirks and leans down to nuzzle his nose against yours before pressing a light kiss over your lips. “Between the two of us, he’s the nice one.” 

You swallow thickly at the revelation. If Vision is the nice one and he’s already angry with your defiance, you don’t want to know what Loki would be like if you pushed him over the edge. And the thought itself scares you for you’ve never seen him angry, even once. You don’t want to see him angry. The small voice in your head whispers and your tears flow anew as you take Loki in your hand and part your lips to push him into your mouth. 

Vision pulls back, his hands once more framing your hips, and you whimper when you feel the tip of his cock press against your clit. He teases you, rubbing his length over your folds with the tip of his thumb grazing over your cunt. You stop your head from bobbing and pull away from Loki’s cock when you gasp as Vision pushes himself in, your walls squeezing him tightly from his intrusion, your back arching at the size of his cock, feeling him stretch you wide. 

“Oh, shit—!” He curses into the air. “She’s fucking tight.”

“Told you,” Loki responds, pushing your head back to his length. “No matter how much I fuck her, she always squeezes me good.”

His words make your chest clench in pain—the realization that he never cared for you and was playing with you all along, stringing you around like some puppet all for whatever purpose he and his friend have—and disgust, that he sounds delighted to share you with another. 

Vision starts a slow rhythm, his cock rubbing against your aching walls with languid strokes. But such reprieve quickly fades as he begins to thrust at a faster pace, rough hands holding onto your hips tight, keeping you grounded on the bed, allowing him fuck you faster and harder.

You groan when Loki moves to stand on his knees, his hands framing your face as he, too, fucks your mouth relentlessly, your nose flaring as you try desperately to breathe. Your jaw aches and your throat burns in pain as his tip hits the back of it repeatedly. You keep your mouth wide open, tears mixing with the saliva that drips down your chin. 

They groan in sync, abusing you with their strength, their thrusts brutal and their touch unloving with how they grab on you—Vision’s hand curling over your thigh and rubbing his finger against your clit that makes your knees ache, fueling your arousal which you forcefully keep at bay—and Loki, grabbing a fistful of your hair before burying his cock deep, your hand, finally free from his grasp, slapping against his thigh for him to pull back. 

You can’t believe this is happening, how these men were able to force themselves on you. How you allowed yourself to fall for Loki’s lies which eventually brought you here and it makes you cry further that it’s all because you allowed yourself to love. 

You feel them throb inside of you, your pussy clamping down on Vision’s cock as you feel yourself edging closer to your peak. Loki groans, garbled moans spewing out of his lips and you shut your eyes tight when the salty essence of his come spreads throughout your tongue. 

He pants, his body seeming limp from his orgasm but his hold on your hair doesn’t falter, keeping his cock lodged in your mouth as he continues to spurt out his seeds. “Swallow.” He commands with a shaky breath and you moan your disapproval. But his hand wraps around your throat, thumb, and forefinger massaging and pinching the sides, leaving you no choice but to do as he demands. 

Loki pulls out and you gasp lungfuls of air, thankful for the respite you’re given. But Vision pushes on and your face is pushed on Loki’s thigh, moaning incoherently as he snaps his hips at a frantic pace. 

“Come for me, sweetheart.” He growls, your hands pushing hard against the bed as he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. 

You gasp once more, the breath knocked out of your chest when he hits that sacred spot from within. He pinches your clit and your walls tighten further around him, a slew of moans escaping your lips when the dam within you finally breaks and you cry as your orgasm consumes you, your chest dropping down on the bed while your legs shake from the intensity of your release. 

You’re left hollow when Vision pulls out all of a sudden, his grunts bouncing off the walls and filling your ears. You then feel something warm splash and trickle down the back of your thigh then the tip of Vision’s cock poking against it before smearing all over your skin. A whine spills from your lips when he fills you once more, thrusting into you slowly before stilling yet keeping himself nestled within your cunt. 

“She’s perfect.” Vision breathes and you sniff as you cry again, whimpering when you feel his lips press against your lower back and then trail up the length of your spine. “That attitude needs work though but nothing we can’t fix.” He chuckles darkly and your knees finally collapse on the bed when he pulls out once again.

You hear the rustle of clothing and a zipper setting in place. Vision’s shadow looms at your periphery and you pull your head away when he kisses your temple. 

“We have a meeting with Stark in 2 weeks and we have to make sure she’s ready by then.” 

“Don’t worry, Vis.” Loki laughs and you turn to hide your face when he runs his fingers through your hair. “She loves me and she’ll do anything for me. Isn’t that right, darling?”

You yelp when he pulls on your hair, turning your head to make you face him, green eyes laced with darkness as he keeps them on you. You want to say no, to fight back and tell him you don’t want to be part of their sick plan, but the tick in his jaw scares you, seeing the anger brewing within and waiting to be released. 

So you nod, lifting your hand to wipe the tears from your eyes, and take a deep breath.

“Yes.” You acquiesce, lips quivering in fear as you speak. “I’ll do anything for you.”

“I think we are all set,” Mr. Shade says as he climbs down from his step ladder, tucking the screwdriver in his back pocket. “The cameras have a view of your kitchen and living room as well as your front door and the balcony.” He adds the information and you stare up at him, his words giving you a sense of relief and security. 

“I cannot thank you enough, Mr. Shade.”

“Please, call me Vision.” He says with a light chuckle, storing his things back in the large toolbox. “If you don’t mind me asking, it’s for our survey, but why are you having a security system installed?” 

His question makes you swallow thickly as the memories from the past months come to light. How innocent everything all started; random gifts left at your doorstep and soon after, at your workplace. Then the text messages started coming in, how this mysterious person would know where you were and what you were doing at the exact moment. 

Then the gifts began to become suggestive; different sets of lingerie, that to your surprise, fit you to a tee, with pairs of heels to match the outfit. But the most shocking one of all was a sex toy, wrapped in the most intricate and pristine packaging you’ve ever seen.

Until we meet, pretend it’s me. 

The note that came with it said and you immediately called up Sabrina and her boyfriend to pick you up from the apartment, fear encasing you that the stranger would show up any moment. You even changed your number the day after, hoping that it would deter, what you think is your stalker, to a degree and stop altogether.

But it didn’t. 

“Miss?” You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Vision call your attention, your hands fidgeting as you think of how to respond.

“There were reports of break-ins around the neighborhood a couple of days ago and I just want to have that extra security to feel safe.” It’s not the truth but not all of it is a lie. 

He hums at your explanation, a look of thought painting on his face and you visibly flinch when he snaps the toolbox close.

“I see. Well, I do assure you that our system is top of the line and no one will ever come in and out of your home undetected.” The smile he gives you is a comforting one and you can’t help but feel thankful for his assistance. 

He gives you a final rundown of everything he’s installed, showing you each corner where a camera can be found. You nod in understanding as he explains to you how to use the control panel and you make a mental note of all the important details he shares. 

“I guess that is everything.” He says with finality as he walks towards the front door. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” 

“Uhh—what about the payment?” You ask.

“I wouldn’t worry about that right now.” He states as he slips on his shoes. “We give our customers a one-month free trial for our services. And if everything is to your liking after the month, you can just give our customer service a call and they can finalize the transaction.”

“Oh, thank you so much. Is there anything else I need to know?”

“Nothing more for now.” His blue eyes shine against the afternoon light when he looks down at you. His blond hair falling over his eyes, and his brown, checkered shirt slightly rumpled from working all morning in your home. “But if anything happens, don’t hesitate to reach out.” He fishes out a card from his back pocket and hands it to you, seeing his name printed on the sheet. “That’s my personal line and you can call anytime.” You nod once more at his words and slightly tense when he rests his hand on your upper arm and gives it a light squeeze. “You stay safe now, miss.” He greets before turning to leave.

“I don’t understand. You said this was top-of-the-line technology.” You can’t help the irritation from slipping as you watch him tinker with the control panel in your bedroom. 

“It is.” He simply answers but the lack of concern and conviction in his voice only makes you more anxious. 

You want to believe that Vision didn’t install junky tech, you checked the website of their company and all the reviews have been nothing but great. Yet here you are, shaking in fear as your mind flits back to the moment you woke up; seeing a bouquet of yellow lilies laying beside you on your bed and the card with such an ominous note attached to it. 

I’ll see you later.

You start to pace in your room as the sense of unease courses through your veins. You can’t stop thinking that something isn’t right, that you’ve made some grave mistake yet you cannot tell what, and the constant tapping of Vision on the pad of the console only adds to the tension that’s slowly enveloping you. 

Then the clicking stops and you look up to see Vision staring inside your ensuite. You go to stand near him and follow his line of sight, seeing that he’s staring at the bin underneath your sink where the yellow petals poke out from within. 

“You threw them.”

“What?” You look up at him curiously, your eyes suddenly growing wide when he turns to face you, his sapphires growing dark. 

“I said, you threw them. The flowers.” He says in a calm voice, his head tilting to the side as his brows knit, confusion painting over his face. “Did you not like them, darling? Lilies are your favorite, right? The yellow ones to be exact. Or did I get them wrong?”

A deep chill creeps up your spine as his words slowly sink into your bones. How would he come to know of such a personal fact? You’ve only ever met him once, today being the second time. You barely even talked when he installed the security system yet he speaks as if he knows you on such an intimate level. 

Unless—no.

It can’t be. 

He can’t be.

You slowly back away as your blood is filled with fear, your body shivering when he takes a step in your direction. 

“Did you get rid of the rest of my gifts as well?” His voice is steady and calm yet there’s a strength to it, making the tension in the room thicken further. “Were they not to your liking, darling?” 

“I–it’s—” You try to speak but the words die in your mouth as fear completely takes over you. 

“What’s wrong, darling?” He gives you a soft smile. “It’s just me.” 

It’s as if your feet start to grow a mind of their own and you sprint towards your bedroom door. But a beeping sound echoes through the walls and your door suddenly shuts close, an audible click coming after, and tears immediately spring from your eyes as you grab the knob and try yanking it open.

“It’s no use, darling.” His voice is so close and you turn to face him, gasping when he plants a hand on the side of your head, standing only inches away from you. “There’s no escape.”

“Please—who are you?!” You cry. “Let me go! Please!”

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You look around and decide to head to the 7th floor, the one you know where the study rooms are and tables with dividers made for people like you. People who enjoy their own company. People who want to be left alone. 

But just like the lower floors, the place is packed though thankfully enough, quiet. Students with their noses buried deep into their notebooks with only the sounds of their pen tapping and the clicking of their keyboards filling the space. 

You find a spot and to your delight, it was one that had an electrical outlet to it too, saving you the embarrassment of having to crawl underneath the tables just to plug in your laptop.

Once settled, you open up your laptop and grab your notebook from your bag before opening it, plugging in your headset to the auxiliary port of your computer and playing the recorded lecture of your history professor, and begin writing the important notes you feel would appear on the exam. 

After condensing three subjects into bullet points and footnotes, you lean back on your seat and stretch your arms above your head, hearing your back pop from the stiffness from sitting too long. 

It’s probably the longest you had to sit still while studying, although looking down at your notes, you can’t help but think that it’s all worth it for you feel confident, excited even, that you would skate through the exams without a hitch. 

It’s what your parents are proud of you for. That you have the will and patience to study. And frankly, you like studying. The adrenaline that rushes through your veins when the cramming period starts and the satisfaction of seeing the marks on your paper, knowing that your hard work has truly paid off. 

And besides, you’ve been doing this for two years now, going three. And by now, it’s all just routinary for you. Nothing new yet each time special. 

You decide to reward yourself with a cup of coffee from the cafe on the 2nd floor. Even thinking of getting one of their delicious chocolate croissants to give you more energy to finish studying before the day ends. 

Taking your wallet from your bag, you tap the shoulder of the girl next to you and ask her to look after your things, to which she nods in agreement while turning the page of the book she’s busying herself with. 

You make it to the cafe and to your dismay, there’s a line. Not as long as you’re expecting but long enough to keep you waiting for 5 minutes. You pop your earbuds in, The Weeknd keeping you company while waiting in line to order. 

You eventually make it to the front, reciting your order to the employee and tapping your card on the machine to pay. And just as quick, your drink and your pastry are in your hands and you make your way back to your table, except you don’t see it vacant any longer, a boy wearing a black leather jacket now sitting in your seat, your bag dropped on the floor along with your laptop and notebook while the girl you asked to look after your things giggles at whatever he’s whispering in her ear. 

Pulling out your earbuds and tucking them in your pocket, you frown as you approach them, looking down at your discarded things.

“Excuse me,” You whisper, not wanting to cause a disturbance to the other students. “But that’s my seat.” 

“Sorry.” The boy simply says, not even looking up at you, and continues on with his business, leaning closer to the girl as she shows him something on her phone.

You look down at the girl and groan inwardly, patting the guy once again to which this time, he faces you with a scowl. “I’d like to take my seat back, please.”

“Can’t you see we’re busy?” The boy sneers and turns his attention back to the girl. “Go find somewhere else to sit.” 

“I believe she was there first.” A voice suddenly appears from behind you, a voice you recognize, and you turn around to see Victor looking down at the boy, anger evident on his face. “And it’s first come first serve in this library.” He says with annoyance. 

“Look, she was gone and the seat was vacant. No one even told me it was taken.” The boy explains. 

“I asked her to look after my things.” You reason, frowning as you face the girl who refuses to look at you and bend down to grab your laptop from the floor, only to be stopped by a hand on your shoulder. 

“If you cannot follow the rules of this establishment then I suggest you leave or I will have to call security,” Victor says, his eyes narrowed as he eyes the boy. 

“What gives you the right to tell me what to do, old man?” The boy stands abruptly making the chair topple over with a loud thud, causing several heads to turn in their direction. 

“I am the Library Manager here, punk, and I make the rules.” Victor takes a step towards the boy, making you grab his elbow to stop him from getting closer. 

“Victor, it’s okay.” You say in a calm voice but the look he gives you makes you release him and step back in embarrassment.

“It is not okay.” He snaps and faces the boy once more. “So again, if you cannot follow the rules of this establishment, I suggest you fuck off. Both of you.” His eyes then trail towards the girl who immediately packs her things in her bag. 

“C’mon, Darren.” The girl says as she slings her bag on her shoulder and takes hold of his hand. “Let’s just go.” There’s a hint of fear evident on her face. “We’re sorry. Please. We’ll just go.”

The boy, Darren, eventually concedes and grabs his bag, pulling away from the girl and storming out of the study hall while mumbling the word “nerds”, the girl looking dumbstruck at the boy and then at both you and Victor before scurrying away soon after. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” You say as you place your food and drink on the table and bend down to take your laptop and check it for any damage. “I could have just found another table.”

“With a crowd like this, we both know you won’t,” Victor says as he picks up your bag from the ground and places it on the chair the girl vacated. “Everything is there?” He asks, and you rummage through your bag to make sure everything is in place. 

You nod.

“I was almost done anyway,” You say while tucking your laptop back in its sleeve, wounding up your charger and stuffing it into the front pocket of your bag. “I was just getting something to eat.”

“Well, would you want to join me then? I’m on my break right now.” He says, already taking your backpack and zipping it close. “I saw you at the cafe and tried calling you but you seem to not have heard me.” His mouth slants as he looks down at you.

You met Victor during your second year at university. Similar to the present, you were procrastinating for your finals for your Medieval and Early Modern Europe class, walking the aisles countless times and going back to the help desk, where he was stationed at that time for being a new employee, and asking him once in a while if the book you were looking for was available to borrow and him responding the same thing each time you ask. “No one has returned it yet.” Leaving you hopeless and worried that you would fail your final. 

But to your surprise, he appears at the side of your desk and places a tablet beside your laptop, the title of the book you were looking for staring at you in bold, red letters. 

“You can take this with you and return it when you’re done.” He tells you with a smile, his finger tapping on his name tag, reading the words Victor Shade pinned on his right chest before leaving you to your notes. 

And since then, you have both become friends. Victor always lending a hand with any resource materials you need for your classes and at times keeping you company when you stay in the library til close to review. 

But as much as you like Victor, he can get a bit aggressive, especially when things don’t go his way. Seeing his temper once in a while when you reject his invitations to go out for a drink or when dealing with students that, to put in his words, “disgrace the sanctity of the library.”

You know he only means well and that his irritation towards your continuous refusal only lasts a short amount of time, telling you that he understands your desire to put your studies first and recreation after. 

“I’m sorry.” You say as you tuck your laptop sleeve between your chest and your arm again, taking your drink and pastry in the other hand. “I had my earbuds on. And sure—any place you want to chill for your break?”

“Well, since every student is either in here or in their dorms, why don’t we venture off to the science building? They have that covered garden right?” He suggests as he slings your bag on his shoulder. “It’ll be more peaceful there than breathing in the tense atmosphere here.” You nod in response and walk beside him, leaving the study hall and towards the elevators.

The Garden of Eden that can be found in the life and sciences building is one that you consider a hidden gem in the university. Not only was it not frequented by students and staff alike, but the flowers that grow from within the dome bloomed in diversity, reds, yellows, and pinks blending together in harmony, creating a vision of ethereal beauty in the heart of the grey and white structure. 

Victor places your bag down on one of the wooden benches, taking a seat after which you follow suit, crossing your legs and setting down your laptop sleeve and your drink before taking a bite of the flakey pastry. It’s not as warm as you’d like but the taste still makes up for it. 

“How many exams do you have this week?” He asks as he crosses his leg over the other and rests his arm over the back of the bench, his body turned to face you. 

“Three.” You mumble with a mouthful. “Two on Thursday then my last one on Friday.” You nod in confirmation and take your drink to take a hearty sip of coffee. 

“I see.” He hums and taps his hand against the bench as if thinking of his next question. 

You observe him in your seat, his blonde hair slightly unruly as if he’s been running his hand against it a couple of times yet still looking neat with how it drops to his forehead. The glasses he wears have a yellow tint to them, matching perfectly with his powder blue button-up and the yellow tie around his neck that is covered by a navy sweater, which you can’t help but notice accentuates his muscly physique.

If you didn’t know he was a librarian, you’d think he was one of the professors, especially with his unmatched knowledge of different subject matters, that with every question you ask him, he seems to always have an answer. 

“I was just wondering, that you would finally consider my invitation for drinks down at the campus pub?” He asks, looking a little sheepish as he faces you. “To celebrate your finals and all that.”

His invitation stops you mid-bite on your pastry, lowering it to your lap as you look down and consider his request. 

You’ve been putting off his invitation so long since you met, not only because you choose to study and get ahead in class but the fact that he’s a staff in the university worries you. You’re not blind, he is an attractive man, and you aren’t dense either, feeling that his invitation means more than friends simply going out for drinks. 

And you’ve seen the way he looks at you. How his blue eyes shine with a hint of desire whenever you are within his orbit. The subtle brushing of your hands when you walk close by and how he seems protective of you when he senses your distress. And how he goes the extra mile to help you with your studies, making things easier by providing the materials you need for your classes and most of all for your exams. 

You just don’t want to be the talk of the university. Something you dread even during your time in high school; is that students would find something to use to poke fun at you or worse, be the target of their bullying, and as shitty as it sounds, the university is not spared from such baser creatures.

It’s okay. He’s not a professor. A small voice in your head whispers, making you look up at Victor and see those blue eyes shining once again. And it’s just a drink. Nothing more. 

“Okay.” You mutter and sip on your coffee before fully looking at him and giving him a wide smile. “Friday night then?” You ask.

And the smile he gives you seems to take your breath away. 

“Friday night.” He agrees.

The week passes by in a blur. Your routine consisting of waking up, grabbing some breakfast, attending your classes, studying in the library with Victor keeping you company, going back to your dorm, eating the usual ramen for dinner, and heading to bed. 

Even so, you’ve finally finished your final exam. The weight of academic responsibilities lifting from your shoulders as you leave the lecture hall, confident about your answers and the small thesis you wrote for the final question. 

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you immediately know who it is. 

‘Do you want me to pick you up at your dorm or should we meet at the pub instead?’ Victor’s message stares up at you from your phone.

‘I can just meet you there. Going to drop my bag and change my coat.’ You type and tuck your phone back into your coat. Your phone buzzes again as you leave the building, assuming it’s Victor for he’s the only one that ever messages you aside from your parents, not really having any friends in university.

You trudge through the snow-covered path on your way to your dorm, seeing several students littering the streets, tugging luggages behind them, and loading them up in the trunk of their awaiting cars, leaving campus for the holidays. Even the frat house five buildings from yours seem to be emptying out with the jocks hollering, already sounding drunk while tossing their bags inside a black van. 

You were supposed to go home for the holidays as well, wanting to see your parents and enjoy the comfort of your own bed in your own home. But your mom told you that they would be spending Christmas with your aunt who lives in San Diego. 

They invited you to go with them, but your aunt’s family is a weird bunch, not the company you wish to spend your vacation with. So you turned down their request and told them you’ll visit in the summer instead. 

Upon reaching your dorm, you drop your bag onto your computer chair and relieve yourself from your scarf and coat, hanging them on the hooks by your door and toeing off your boots, leaving you in your leggings, your sweater, and your blue fuzzy socks before laying down on your bed with an audible sigh leaving your lips, feeling the sleepless nights catching up on you. 

You check the clock above your desk and see that it’s only 5:30. Giving you enough time for a quick nap before you head over to the pub to meet Victor.

You grab your phone and read his last message, tapping on the clock app after and setting an alarm for 6:30. That’s enough time for a nap. You tell yourself as you pull the comforter over your body and slowly drift into a much-needed sleep. 

The winter chill picks up when you make your way to the pub. Your shoes crunching against the slushy snow, making you curse when the water splatters on the legs of your pants.

You’re thankful for the heat though once you enter the campus pub, the place is not as crowded as you expected, just how you like it, and look around in search of Victor. 

You hear your name being called at the side, turning your head and smiling when you see Victor decked in a white button-up shirt and a black leather jacket, his glasses gone but his hair combed back, making him look dashing, especially with the wide smile playing on his lips. 

He’s got an empty pint of beer sitting on the table when you join him, taking a seat across from him on the booth and pulling off your coat to set it down beside you. 

“I’m sorry I’m late.” You tell him, a small frown forming on your face. “I took a nap when I got back to the dorm and I slept through my alarm for some reason.” 

“No need to apologize. I’ve waited almost three years for this. A couple more minutes wouldn’t hurt.” Victor chuckles then holds up his hand to call a server. “What matters is you’re here now and we can enjoy the rest of the night together.” The grin on his face is contagious, making you smile back at his words. 

A server then appears at the side of your table and you order a Peach Bellini, showing your ID when she asks for it, Victor ordering another pint of beer and a plate of nachos to share. 

You look at him curiously when he presents his ID to the server. The woman simply nods, scanning his card after and walking away from their table. Not that Victor is old but anyone who would look at him at the first glance would know that he isn’t that young either to provide an ID just to drink.

“University staff gets 20% off.” He simply answers your unsaid question when he catches you staring at him, a blush forming on your cheeks as embarrassment washes over you.

“I didn’t know you had that perk.” You mumble shyly, peeking up to look at him. 

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” He simply says with a playful smirk and frankly, you couldn’t agree more.

You’re left in awe as Victor tells you stories about his life before becoming the Library Manager at your campus. How he used to work for the infamous Tony Stark and helped him create the computer program that powers the Iron Man suits. 

“I felt that I needed something new.” He says when you ask why he decided to switch career paths. “And I’ve always been fond of books. So, I thought, why not work with them.” And you can’t help but agree with his reasoning as well and find the smile he gives you somewhat adorable, a dimple forming on his cheek when he does.

“Have you ever had a relationship before?” He asks after you take a sip of your third frozen bellini, your eyes widening in surprise at the sudden turn of conversation. “I’m sorry—” He blinks when he sees you staring, his eyes darting everywhere but at you. “You don’t have to tell me anything—”

“No.” You confess, a light chuckle leaving your lips. “I’ve never been in a relationship before.” You’re usually shy at such topics, avoiding your auntie when she asks you if you already have a boyfriend whenever she comes to visit your mom back home. But the alcohol swirling within you gives you the courage you never expected. “Have you?” You ask. 

“I’m not certain if it was a relationship we had but I was smitten by this woman in the past.” He says while caressing his pint of beer, the foam still floating to the brim. “We enjoyed each other’s company and I eventually told her of my fears, but in the end, she manipulated me and hurt me. I’ve never looked back ever since and I won’t allow such a thing to happen again.”

You can’t help but feel remorse as he tells you of his experience. Your heart aching for the man before you as you think why someone would do such a thing to someone as attentive and sweet as him. It’s one of the things you fear in being committed to someone. That you’d pour your heart and soul and expect them to do the same only for them to do the complete opposite and leave you broken.

You reach over the table and place your hand over his, giving it a gentle pat and giving him a soft smile. “She’s stupid then.” You tell him. “You seem like a sweet guy. And if she didn’t see that, well, she definitely missed out.”

“Your words are kind.” He says, placing a hand atop yours and giving it a light squeeze. “Thank you. How about you though?” He turns the tables, putting you on the spot with the question. “How come you’ve never been with anyone before? If I’m being honest, you’re beautiful. Inside and out.” His comment makes you blush hard, your hand reaching up to give your cheek a pat. “I’m being serious.” And the look he gives you, how his eyes beam at you makes you know that he truly is. 

“It’s just that—studying has always been my number one priority. It’s what I was taught when I was a kid and it’s what I believe in until now.” You hum as your fingers fiddle with the stem of your glass. “And besides, I don’t really need a man to make me happy. I’m fine on my own and I do enjoy my own company.” You chuckle. “I like being independent.”

“But what if someone makes their interests known?” He asks, his question slightly expectant. And you can’t help but feel that he’s the someone he’s talking about. “Would you entertain them?”

“If I like them back and they understand my desire to focus on my studies, then why not.” You giggle and hide your lips behind your glass. “Though I don’t think I would make a good girlfriend.”

“Why’s that?”

“Like I said,” you lift your glass to your lips and down the last of its contents, giving Victor a full, tipsy smile. “I like being independent.”

The bellinis have truly done their job as you stumble out of the pub in a fit of giggles and walk down the path to your dorm. Victor’s hand is at your elbow, trying to keep you upright, his chuckles resounding in your ears when he tells you you’re drunk, to which you respond in a slur of words, “I’m just tipsy.”

You tried to tell him that you can make it on your own, that you don’t need to take up his time by having him walk you back to your place. But with the way your vision blurs, the trees mixing together in the dead of the night, you’re thankful for his insistence and rely on him to take you back safely. 

You smile when your building comes into view, feeling Victor’s hands rest on your hips as you ascend the three steps to the front door. 

“I’m home.” You say as you face him with a loopy smile, your eyes meeting his as he stands on the bottom step, having you notice how tall he truly is. “Thank you for tonight.”

“It is I who should thank you for finally agreeing to have drinks with me.” He smiles as he reaches down to take your hand in his, feeling his thumb caress your knuckles. “I had a lovely evening.”

Even though you’re squiffy, you feel the tension building between the both of you. How his sapphire eyes bore into yours and the warmth of his hand pulling at your heartstrings. Without a second thought, you lean over and press a soft lingering kiss against his lips. Innocent and sweet. He moves closer and you have no choice but to lean up, your free hand gently pressing against his strong chest as he grips on your coat to hold you in place. 

He moves his lips slowly and you follow his lead, your eyes closing as you breathe him in, the warmth emanating from him enveloping you in a soft embrace, blocking away the cold breeze of winter that brushes against your cheeks.

You pull away and giggle as your lips tingle with delight. It’s your first kiss and you’re happy that it wasn’t sloppy and messy, but gentle and warm. He whispers your name and you feel your heart jump with how his tongue rolls on each syllable. He then takes both your hands in his grasp and lifts them to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he presses a kiss on your knuckles.

“May you have sweet dreams tonight, Darling.” 

“You too.” You whisper before turning back and walking into your dorm, seeing him still standing outside as you turn to climb the flight of stairs. 

You stir awake when you feel a chill run over your skin, your body shivering from what you suspect is the winter breeze blowing through the screen of your window and the unknown sensation pulling at the pit of your stomach. 

Your head lols as you try to pat for your blanket, wanting to shield yourself from the cold but a mewl surprisingly emits from your throat, and the wetness coming from the apex of your thighs completely pulls you from your sleep. 

That’s when you become aware of someone between your legs, your eyes opening wide in a surge of panic as you feel your thighs pushed apart by strong hands, your night shift bunched up at your middle, the assault of their tongue on your cunt relentless and intent. 

“Stop!” You shout as you move your hands despite your groggy state, forcing your body to fully wake up and lifting your hands to slap their head and push them away from you. 

But you’re only met with pain as if you’ve hit something rock-hard, another scream forming on your lips as tears begin rolling down the side of your face, but it only comes out as a moan as your body convulses from the unwelcome arousal, your back arching from the unexpected orgasm. 

You pant heavily unto your mattress, the adrenaline you felt when you woke up seeping out of you in an instant and you shiver when the mouth of your attacker leaves your cunt, and feel the press of their lips on the sides of your inner thighs. 

You’re disoriented and confused. Your tears continuously flowing down your face as you try to think of how they got in and who they are. You made sure to lock your door and you know the building of your dorm to have a security system on it. One only known to its tenants. 

“Who are you?” You whimper as you try to pull your body close. But the way they grip on your ankle prevents you from doing so, making you look up to face the devil in your room. 

Your eyes grow wide when you see a shadow of a man, illuminated only by the glow of yellow light from his forehead, having a glimpse of his crimson skin and the silver lines around his head. 

You recognize him. He’s one of them. The Avengers. The synthezoid, as they called him, that went missing 3 years ago. Whose face was all over the news when Tony Stark made the announcement that they will reward anyone who would give them knowledge of his whereabouts. 

The Vision. 

“Why are you doing this?” You choke out from your tears as he crawls on top of you, his hand taking your thighs and wrapping them around his torso, pressing your cunt flush against his erection. “Please, I won’t tell anyone.” You beg. “Just leave me alone.”

He remains silent. Nothing but the sound of your panicked breathing and his calm one mixing in the four corners of your small room. Seeing no reaction on his face except for the way his eyes look at you in hunger as the yellow light continues to glow at his forehead.

You try to push him away, pressing your hands against his abdomen but he grabs your wrists and grips them tightly in one of his while his other hand reaches down to your pussy, a strangled moan leaving your lips when he rolls his thumb against your swollen clit, stimulating you even further and cursing yourself as your body sings, from his monstrous touch.

He then moves to lift himself and prod his cock against your entrance, a low groan leaving his throat, the first sound you hear from him, when he slowly pushes himself inside of you inch by inch, your teeth gritting in pain as your pussy walls stretch from his size and your body writhing from the discomfort you feel within.

“Please— don’t—“ but your begging stops as your breath catches in your throat when he sheaths himself completely inside of you, your chest heaving as your pussy pulses around his shaft. 

You bite your lips as he slowly pulls back, the fullness of your abdomen leaving you when he leaves only the head inside. But soon after, a cry of pain escapes from your lips when he pushes back in hard, snapping his hips fast as he begins to thrust his hips at a brutal pace. 

The tears begin running down your face once more as you lay on your bed helpless, your eyes shut tight and your hands bound in his firm grasp while he violates you, his cock going in and out of your wet cunt, your juices from earlier lubricating him further, allowing him to fuck you easily, the bed rocking underneath the both of you from his frantic momentum. 

You don’t understand why this is happening to you. You’re a nobody. An unseen entity amidst the sea of people that pass you by every day, and yet, this crimson demon, a being who’s promised to protect the human race, has seen you and decided to bestow upon you this tragedy.

Your eyes then open wide when you feel his weight press against you, your hands released from his grip yet his body preventing you from moving any further. His lips find your neck and he sucks on a patch of skin, bruising the flesh from underneath his lips and making you bare your teeth from the pain when his teeth sink in. 

A sudden pull at the pit of your stomach stirs your body, squirming underneath him as your hips lift from the bed, pressing against his own and your back arching from the pressure. 

His pace quickens even further, his breath on your neck labored and heavy, the low groan on his throat mixing with the sound of your pants. Then something breaks in you, the sensation from earlier making itself known once more as you feel your body go rigid when you reach your peak, a gasp escaping you as your clutch on his arms, his body stilling soon after, feeling his cock push deeper inside of you, the yellow light burning brightly in your room when he releases inside of you, a growl pouring out of his mouth as you feel the warmth of his seed coat your walls deep within. 

His heavy breathing gradually slows as he eases the rhythm of his thrusts, riding out his orgasm and pulling you back down from your unwanted high. 

He eventually pulls out, leaving you spent on the bed and feeling his lips trail kisses against the bruise on your neck and down your shoulder while his hands run down from your hips and to your thighs. 

“Why?” You whimper and close your eyes as you refuse to look at your abuser. But just like before, you receive no response. 

And when you open your eyes, he’s gone. 

You look around the room and see the locks on the door still in place and the window ajar but with the screen still intact. You have no knowledge of what his abilities are except for the fact that he is not of your kind, inhuman, not only for his features but for his actions. 

You make yourself small on the bed, pulling your legs to your knees as you try to rid yourself of the memory of his hands and mouth on you. How his grip tightened around your hands almost to the point of him crushing them.

A chime then fills the silence of your room and the glow of your phone resting on your nightstand grabs your attention. Picking up the device and crying once again when you see Victor’s name on the screen, a good night message with a heart next to it. 

You open up his chat box and see multiple messages from him since both of you parted. Expressing his happiness for such a wonderful evening and his desire to see you once again. 

Without giving a second thought, you press the phone icon beside his name and listen to the ringing at the other end of the line, your heart constricting when he says your name with such joy.

You don’t respond but a whimper escapes you all at once, Victor seemingly sensing your distress when he asks, “Darling, what’s wrong?”

“C-can you c-come ov-ver?” You stutter as you look around your room once more in fear that he would show up again. “Please?” You beg quietly.

“Give me 10 minutes.” He says in a rush and you end the call, sending him a message with the number code of your building, not caring anymore that it’s against the rules to share it, for if someone can simply get inside and ensue chaos, there’s nothing stopping anyone from doing the same.

You always wanted to be alone. Simply enjoying the solace that your company gives you, the peace of having fruitful conversations with yourself. But after his visit, after doing what he did, a being people expected to protect you from harm and not inflict it, an Avenger, you don’t think you’d want to be alone anymore. After the damage he’s inflicted, you don’t desire to be alone ever.

You sit on your computer chair in silence as Victor fusses over your room. The light from your lamp revealing the bloody sheets in his hands, evidence of the nightmare you’ve lived, as he discards them into your hamper. 

You’re changed too. Wearing a pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie that swallows you whole after cleaning yourself in the dormitory bathroom, crying on the floor while rubbing your skin raw, trying to remove any remnants of his touch while Victor stayed outside keeping watch. 

You haven’t told him what happened yet. You don’t think you have the courage nor the energy to relive the trauma. To see the face of the devil that took what he wanted from you. But from the way he blanched when you opened your door, his eyes wide while looking down at the blood that stains your inner thighs and legs, you know that he has an idea of the monstrosity that’s happened. 

Once Victor finishes changing the sheets, he kneels in front of you, his blue eyes full of concern as he carefully takes your hand and presses a light kiss on your bruised wrist. 

“Do you want to go back to bed?” He asks, but you can’t find it in you to speak. So you nod your response and slowly, he helps you off the chair and to the bed, your tired body dropping onto the mattress unceremoniously and Victor pulling the comforter over you. 

You feel his hand gently caress your hair and you cannot help but cry once more. A mix of emotions surges into you, leaving you hollow, the confusion running in your head as you keep asking yourself why it happened to you. What you’ve done to deserve such misfortune.  

“I’m here now, Darling.” He whispers softly, feeling his lips press against your temple. “I’ll protect you.” 

You’ve changed since then. The usual happiness that lingers inside you is now gone, replaced by terror and desolation, remnants of what your attacker left that night. You even refuse to leave your room for fear that the Vision would be waiting for you outside or that he could be watching you from a distance. 

But from what you found out from Victor when you told him of what happened, that the Vision has the ability to phase through walls or any surfaces, has you dreading your own room as well, a place you once called your haven, at the thought that at any given moment, he could materialize in front of you once again.

It’s left you in a state of limbo and paranoia. Flinching every time you hear a creak on the floor or the click of a door closing, your eyes always vigilant and your senses alert, fear being your constant companion.

“Would you like to stay at my place instead?” Victor offers one night as he looks at you from where he sits on the floor, his arms stretched on your bed and his hand holding yours while he looks at you with worry in his eyes. “You haven’t had one decent sleep since.”

Just like the previous nights, you woke up screaming, the nightmare of seeing the Vision clawing at you coming once again, alerting Victor in the process. 

You realize that he’s right. You’ve never once had a peaceful sleep for each time you close your eyes, all you see is crimson and a glow of yellow. The memory of that night is still fresh in your head as if it happened yesterday. 

Victor has been a constant guardian over the days. Asking him countless times to stay with you that it has now become a routine for the both of you. That he only makes to leave your place when he goes out to grab you something to eat or do your laundry, which you’re not surprised, his laundry as well. 

But you’re thankful for his presence. Thankful that he rejected your suggestion and decided to stay, giving you relief that if the Vision does come back, you have someone to protect you, Victor’s words echoing in your head before you fell asleep on the first night he stayed with you. 

I’ll protect you.

For you have no one to depend on especially in the state you’re in. With no real friends, only passing acquaintances, and your parents far away, you having no courage to tell them what happened, you only have Victor in your life that you trust. 

Even so, his doting nature does overwhelm you in a sense. That for some reason, it feels as if you both have engaged in a relationship that you aren’t aware of. It was only one kiss that you both shared that night yet the way he now openly expresses his feelings hits you hard like a truck.

From the way he kisses your hands and sometimes your forehead to calm you down, to how he caresses your arm when he lulls you to sleep. His blue eyes raw and full of emotion, making your heart constrict that he might be expecting something from you in return, to reciprocate his feelings when the only feeling that lingers within you is anxiety. 

“It’ll be better there.” He urges gently, his hand taking yours and pressing it softly against his lips. “I doubt he would know where I live and there won’t be memories of him there.” He says as he reaches over to caress your hair.

You think as your eyes stay glued to the diamond pattern on your blanket, weighing his words. It wouldn’t be any different either way since he’s already practically living with you in your dorm, and it would be a new scenery altogether, his place, that you assume is somewhere safe, away from the room where you were violated, the room that now keeps you on edge. 

“I know you feel nothing for me,” Victor begins and your eyes dart up at him, growing wide as you anticipate his next words. “Even after I’ve expressed my interest in you multiple times. But know that I expect nothing, that I am doing this because I want to keep you safe.” He hums, a sad smile playing on his face. “I just want you to let me take care of you. To protect you.”

His words take you aback as if he’s read your thoughts and offered you answers to your unsaid questions. You feel embarrassed that he knows your feelings towards him but his kind words, though sad, give you the assurance that acceptance is enough for him. That his intentions expect nothing in return. 

“Okay.” You breathe, looking at him with a soft smile. “Thank you.”

Victor’s place is not what you expected someone who works in a library would have. It’s still on campus, as you predicted, as most of the staff, especially the professors who’ve reached tenure, are provided with such a privilege. But the one that was given to him, as he claims it was, is a two-story house with three bedrooms, a full kitchen, and a spacious living room, complete with a front lawn and backyard, lined along the street where you know the professors live.

“I only moved in five months ago,” He says as he closes the front door with a light click. “And I’m pretty lucky to have been given such a place.” He smiles and places a hand on the small of your back, leading you to the staircase. “Come. I’ll show you to your room.”

The room he shows you is bigger than your dorm. A queen bed instead of a twin rests in the corner with a side table and a lamp beside it, a full closet on the other side, and bookshelves littering a full wall along with a desk and chair to complete the decor. 

“You can decorate it however you like.” He says as he places your bag on the bed, unzipping it and carefully taking out the clothes he packed for you. “No one besides you will be using it anyway.”

“That won’t be necessary.” You say as you help him unpack your things, placing your school bag and laptop on the desk. “I won’t be staying long anyway.”

“Still—it would be better that you’re comfortable while you’re here, right?” He smiles, walking to the closet to hang your clothes.

He does have a point though you only plan on staying til classes begin mid-January, already thinking of filing a dorm transfer as soon as campus offices open.

You fall at an ease in living with Victor. Just like back in your dorm, he does almost everything for you. Though you try to do your part and not be a burden in his home, sharing the responsibilities despite it being difficult for you to move around freely without feeling that you’re being watched. 

But your daily routines help you take your mind off the nightmare from before, cleaning and dusting everywhere you can, even trying to cook simple dishes just to keep you busy and prevent you from reeling back in the crippling slump you were once in. 

“You don’t have to do anything, you know,” Victor says on the eve of Christmas when he comes back home from grocery shopping. 

You’ve just finished putting up the last of the decorations in the living room, the small tree shimmering in the corner, a garland hanging from the edges of the windows, and red stockings dangling on the mantle of the fireplace. 

It was one of the activities you planned on doing the day before. Hyping yourself up that you would make his place cozier for the holidays, a simple gift you could offer for the things he’s done for you. 

“I know. But I wanted to do it.” You say with a smile you fold a throw blanket with reindeers on them and laying it over the back of the couch. “And it will save you time if you want to add more decorations.” 

“It’s already lovely, Darling.” He says as he moves to walk over to you, his eyes focusing on the small figurines of Santa Clause and his elves on the coffee table. “Thank you.” He leans over and presses a kiss on the top of your head. 

But before he could pull away, a sudden jolt of courage runs through your system and you look up at him, blushing hard when his sapphire eyes meet yours. His dimple appears on his cheek when he gives you a soft smile and you feel your heart tugging at the sight of it. 

“I just wanted to say thank you for taking care of me, V.” You mumble before looking down at your feet, not wanting to cry in front of him as you feel your eyes water from the immense amount of gratefulness and adoration you feel for him. “I-I know it’s not e-easy taking care of m-me, especially with all my crying, but you were there when I n-needed someone.” You sniffle and quickly wipe away the tears that escape your eyes. 

“And I will always be here for you.” He smiles and takes hold of your chin, tipping your head back gently as he wipes the tears from your eyes. “Always, Darling.” 

You blink away your tears, letting them fall freely from your face, and stand still as you hold his gaze. Then slowly, you lean up and press your lips against his, closing your eyes as your hands wrap around his wrist, keeping your balance on your toes. 

He doesn’t move for a while and you think that kissing him was a mistake. But before you could even pull away from your shame, he wraps an arm around you, his hand resting at the base of your head as he holds you against him, his head dipping low when he moves his lips against yours, your breath hitching at the intensity of his kiss. 

It’s unlike the first you shared. This one more passionate as you feel his tongue run against your lower lip, your mouth parting on instinct and meeting his tongue in a sweet dance. A moan escapes you and he swallows it whole, feeling his hold tighten around you as his tongue continues to explore every crevice of your mouth. 

You’re out of breath when he pulls away, your cheeks hot as you bite your lips when he gives your cheek a gentle caress with his thumb. Seeing his eyes wide, the blue shining like the ocean on a summer day. 

“I’ll go and get changed then we can prepare dinner.” He says with a smile, his thumb moving to caress your lower lip. 

“Sounds like a plan.” You mumble, a small giggle leaving your lips when he takes your hand and presses a kiss on the inside of your palm, his eyes never leaving yours before pulling away and climbing the stairs. 

The feelings you felt for Victor before deciding to stay with him were hazed, seemingly clouded by your fear from the night of the incident. But after days of orbiting around him, witnessing him take care of almost every aspect of your life, even sending in that request for dorm transfer for you to his friend who works in admin, you can’t help but feel enamored towards him. 

He doesn’t have to do any of those things. He could have just left you to your misery and paranoia all the same. But he took the challenge of taking you in, helping you lift your burden and soothe your pain. And, as much as you hate to admit it, he’s slowly inching his way into your heart and you wouldn’t want him to leave anytime soon.

 There is nothing but darkness that surrounds you, suffocating you and threatening to entrap you as you look around the empty hall in panic, running around in every direction yet finding no way out no matter what corner you take. 

Then you see a bright light at the end of the hall when you make a sudden turn, a sense of relief washing over you as you sprint in its direction. But you feel the darkness chasing you once more, closing in on you as you try to reach for the exit. But you stumble just before your hand could pass through the threshold, a cry of fear leaving your lips when you feel a hand claw on your ankle, your arms stretching out in front of you as you struggle to escape your captor. 

A hand then reaches for yours and pulls you free from the clutches of darkness, relief flooding your senses, your chest heaving heavily as you try to calm yourself. You then see the silhouette of a man from the glaring light and you smile to greet your savior, preparing praises of gratitude for his kindness. 

But the smile fades from your face, replaced by fear when you see the familiar crimson skin, the Vision looking at you intently and a smirk playing on his face. The gem on his forehead beaming brightly, surrounding him with an aura of yellow and white. 

You back away in horror, preferring the darkness more than being in the presence of the devil before you. You attempt to run back, run away from him but you’re stopped when you feel a hand take hold of your heart, fingers digging into the arteries that make you gasp in pain. 

That’s when you notice an arm sticking in your chest, your hands taking hold of it as you look up to see the Vision with a sinister smile on his lips, another gasp leaving your lips when he makes to squeeze the organ with such strength. 

“Mine.” He whispers and retches your heart out of your body, a scream escaping your lips as a cloud of darkness surrounds you, making you fall into nothingness. 

You jolt awake and cry Victor’s name in panic, pushing yourself to the corner of your bed as your hands pat your chest to confirm that it was indeed a dream. 

You hear him call your name from the other room and your head snaps to the door as you anticipate his arrival. But your eyes grow wide and your body goes rigid when you see him walk through the wooden barrier instead of opening it.

“What happened?!” He says frantically as he nears you, his eyes meeting yours then halting from his strides when he seems to realize what he just did. “Fuck!” Victor curses as he looks down at his hands, his head shaking and his eyes changing when he faces you once more. The panic that was once there gone, replaced with a seriousness you’ve never seen.

“Wha-what just ha-happened?” You stutter as you push yourself further against the wall, grabbing the duvet to cover yourself with it. “Y-you just—wh-who are y-you?” It comes out as almost a scream, your head going overdrive as you watch him stalk closer. 

“I think you already know the answer to your question, Darling,” Victor says before a glow of yellow appears on his forehead, tendrils wrapping around his body and a gasp of horror leaving your lips when you see his crimson skin and the metal lining that surround his head and his bare chest, his pajama bottoms the only article of clothing left on him. “I didn’t want you to find out this way.” He hums, a look of disappointment on his face. “In fact, I didn’t want you to find out at all.”

The Vision. It can’t be.

“Y-you’re him!” You shout as the realization sinks in. That the man who you believed to have been taking care of you, watching over you, and protecting you is the same man that has defiled you. That you walked willingly into his home, trapping yourself into another nightmare. “Why?!” You scream and hurl a pillow at him as hard as you could, the pillow passing through him and laying lifelessly on the ground. “What do you want from me?! Leave me alone!”

“I already told you what I wanted, Darling.” He says in an even tone, pressing his hands on the mattress when he reaches the bed. “I only want to protect you.”

“Protect me?! You rap—” Your cry comes to a halt and your eyes grow wide when his hand latches unto your neck, choking as his fingers dig into your throat, your hands clawing at his arm as you beg to be released.

“Shhhh—” He coos, his other hand reaching over to caress the side of your face. “Let’s not be dramatic, Darling. I only did what I had to do to make you realize that you needed protection.” He purrs and leans over to press a chaste kiss over your lips. “The world is full of cruel people after all.” He smirks before pushing his thumb against the base of your throat, the pressure of his hold making you gag.

“I’m going to release you and you will remain quiet, you understand me?” The tone of his question comes out calm yet menacing and you shut your eyes tight when his eyes bore into you. Another press of his thumb makes you whimper, forcing yourself to nod in response. “I can’t hear you.”

“Y-yes—” You choke out and inhale sharply when he frees you from his grasp, your hand reaching for your neck as you gasp deeply for air, your tears staining your face as they begin to fall.

“Your tears do wonders to me, Baby,” He hums and you flinch when he reaches over once more, this time to wipe your tears away. “Just comes to prove that you need me. You can’t even protect yourself from me, what more from beings who aren’t omnipotent as I am.”

The duvet gets pulled off the bed, baring you in only your nightshirt before the Vision jostles you to lay on the bed. He kneels over you, his shadow casting on the walls from your muted lamp, and his hands start to roam around your body, cupping your right breast and fondling it, his thumb rolling over your nipple through the fabric of your shirt. 

You reach out and grasp his arm as you try to pull away but your attempts stop and your back arches when you feel his finger slide through the fabric of your panties, brushing against your lips before rolling a thumb against your clit, your pussy going slick and cursing yourself for the way your body reacts to his touch despite your protests. 

“Already wet for me.” Vision mocks and reaches to grab the neck of your shirt, the fabric phasing through your body and watching it get tossed onto the floor. “And your nipples already so hard.” He groans as he leans forward and blows over your breasts before wrapping his lips around them and sucking on them like a starved man, making your nipples taut that it hurts. 

You cry when he pushes two of his fingers inside you without warning, your pussy clenching and your back bending from the intrusion, his digits thrusting in and out of you at a quick pace making you moan as the wet sounds from your pussy fill your ears, your hands pressing against his shoulders as you continue to attempt pulling yourself away from him.

But you suddenly feel the familiar pull at the pit of your stomach, making you clutch on his shoulders as your breathing goes ragged, your body filling with unwanted pleasure as his fingers penetrate you at an unforgiving pace while his mouth ravages your breasts, helping you climb towards your peak. 

A gasp then catches in your throat when his digits press against that spot deep within you, your body stiffening and your back arching as you grit your teeth when you convulse around his fingers, your essence coating them while he comes them still, the motions easing you out of your high.  

You lay on the bed spent, your eyes closed as you try to regulate your breathing, feeling him wipe your juices against your bare thigh. But your reprieve only lasts a short while when you feel the bed dip beside you and his hands taking hold of your hips, pulling you atop him as you weakly struggle to pull free from his clutches. 

“No—” You mumble when he forces you to straddle him, your hips taut against his pelvis and feeling his erection against your thigh. “Please—no more.” You beg as you look at him, your hands pressing against his strong chest as you try to move away. “Just let me go, please.” You cry but his hands are firm against your back, trapping you against him, his hips rocking against yours and making the soaked fabric of your panties rub harshly against your swollen clit. 

No matter how hard you strive to escape him, there’s just no use. He’s too strong that even with your best effort, he won’t budge. And if you did escape, you’re sure that he would be able to catch up to you in a snap. The way he passes through any surface makes every possible barrier to keep him away useless. 

So, you give in instead and allow him to do what he pleases, hoping that he wouldn’t hurt you further, or even kill you, knowing that if you continue to resist, he can do just that, snapping you effortlessly like a twig. The strength of his hold on your neck earlier being a constant reminder of the danger that surrounds him. 

“Why would I do that when I can feel your body want this.” He murmurs in the air, his lips moving closer to press it against your cheek. “It’ll be easier if you give in, Darling. But I’m not against getting a few scratches here and there.” He laughs and leans down to kiss your shoulder, feeling his finger hook to the side of your panties, and just like your shirt, it phases through your thighs and lays down on the bed. 

You then feel his cock prod against your pussy, looking down to see that the bottoms he was wearing were now gone. Leaving him naked and witnessing the toned abdomen of his body, how real it looks despite the difference in color and the metal tracing through it, the true identity of the demon bare before you. 

“Do you like what you see?” He whispers against your skin before pulling away to look you straight in the eyes, your head facing down to focus on the silver lines that wrap around his chest. “Or do you want Victor to be the one to fuck you?” He chuckles, the red vanishing before your eyes, pinkish skin replacing them, making him look human. “Tell me, is this better?” 

You stay silent, unsure of what to say for fear that if it’s not what he likes, he would hurt you once again. 

“Very well. Since you don’t use your words, I shall choose for you.” He tuts, retaining his human disguise and smirking when he lays down on the bed, your hands clutching on his shoulders as he pulls you with him, his cock pressing up unto your folds before a mewl leaves your lips when he slides himself easily inside of you. 

“Can’t you feel how perfect you fit me?” He groans and gives your ass a hard slap, making you yelp out in pain. “Ride me.” He commands, taking your hands from his shoulders and placing them on his chest. 

You comply, the fear taking over you as the sting on your skin runs up your spine. You fix your knees on either side of his thighs and slowly lift yourself up, feeling yourself go full when you sink back down, getting into an easy rhythm as you bounce on him, your eyes focusing on the ceiling as the tears threaten to fall once again. 

“Fuck—you feel so good. So tight, Baby,” He mutters and grabs your hips, following your motion before forcing you down on him fast, his hips thrusting to meet you halfway, impaling you down his shaft and allowing him to sink deeper inside you. 

“Look at me.” He growls, but you prevent yourself from doing so. Not wanting to see the eyes of the traitor underneath you. “I said Look. At. Me.” He says firmly, feeling his hands clamp around on your neck, making you obey when his fingers tighten their hold on your throat, his blue eyes going darker and the glow on his forehead burning bright as he snaps his hips faster and harder, making you bounce on his thighs, your fingers digging into his chest when you feel the tip of his cock hit that sensitive spot inside you. 

“God, you’re so beautiful like this. So helpless and at my mercy.” He says through gritted teeth, his heels unto the mattress, thrusting harder and faster by the second, his pace desperate and relentless, the sound of your skin slapping against his mixing with the groans of his desire and your whimpers of unwelcome pleasure. 

“You’re mine. You’re mine. Mine. Mine.” He chants repeatedly with each thrust, a garbled cry escaping your throat when you feel your muscles tighten, the sensation of his torturous touch enveloping you, bringing you higher and higher to reach your peak. “You’ll never leave me.” He pants heavily when he speaks, the pace of his hips quickening even further. 

You grab his arm tightly when you feel his hand tighten around your neck, a cry leaving your lips when the tension inside you snaps, the waves of pleasure taking over you as you fall apart around him, your juices coating his cock. Not long after, the Vision stills his hips, burying himself deep, and releases a growl when he spills his seed inside you, your name leaving his lips in breathy whispers as he begins thrusting his cock in you once more, your pussy walls clenching around him as he rides out his orgasm. 

He then releases your neck and holds you down to his chest, his hand caressing your hair as you limply lay on him, feeling him still buried inside you, his hips giving you small shallow thrusts that make you whimper as he continues to use you. 

“Unlike Wanda, you’re never leaving me.” He whispers against your ear, your body too spent to fight back, your brain too stupefied to think who Wanda is, your head lolling to his shoulder, succumbing to his power. “Do you know why’s that, Darling?”

“Y-yours.” You mumble as you close your eyes from exhaustion. Both physically, mentally, and emotionally. Giving in to the fact that you’ve allowed yourself to fall into his trap, to fall victim to his torment.