#non-consensual

If you already read this unabridged & unbetaed on AO3 I'm sorry it was so bad lol.

If you're wondering about the logic of Michael being there, originally the bf was John Tate from H20 and y'all were on a road trip and Michael followed but it was a hot mess.

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"Ya need a fan belt. . . Is that so?" Bo smiles broadly and looks down, bemused. His sleeves are rolled up and his bronze forearms flex as he crosses his arms.  "Where'd your boyfriend go?"  

"He went for help. He thought he saw someone in the wax museum, so he followed them in." 

Bo looks at you like that's the most interesting thing he's ever heard.  "And he left you all alone here,  huh?"  He turns his head and spits out his toothpick, then steps even closer, closing the gap between you.  He smells like sweat and oil and man.  He cradles your chin with a grimy hand.  Your lips are only a few inches from his. "How bad do you need it?"

The blood drains from your face, then shamefully pools somewhere lower.  You say nothing.  You  look over your shoulder like your boyfriend is going to come back any minute.  On the back of the pick-up truck, a sticker catches your eye, the silhouette of a pin-up with her knees spread. 

 "He ain't coming back, darlin," Bo says, grinning.  His pearly teeth are quite the contrast to his dirty face.  "I'll help you out though, I will," he says softly.  He brings his lips to your ear, pressing his cheek against yours.  "Just be a good girl for me."  That sends a tingling rush to your core and you're frozen. Your heart races. 

Bo pulls back to see your facial expression.  He laughs to himself then looks you up and down again, letting the silence linger. "Okay, I can get you a fan belt.  I was just fixin’ to close up, though,"  he says. He goes to the rolling door and starts to close it, but it gets stuck.  His uniform hugs his shapely ass as he bends down with it and tries with all his weight. The door won't close, though.   

A large, rough hand stops the door at the bottom.  Then, the hand begins to push it back up.   At first, you assume it's your boyfriend, until you see the huge work boots.  Bo struggles against the hand and you can only see little by little.  You can tell from the legs it's an imposing man.  Bo grunts as he pushes it down.  The door creeps up a little more and you can't help but notice whoever he is is packing.  He also seems to be another mechanic, but something is strange.  One side of his suit is tattered and covered in something. 

The door keeps lifting, revealing more of this huge man - his broad chest, a thick arm.  One side of his collar is popped and the other is glued down by a mess of wax.  Bo gives up and  watches the man in awe, hands on his hips, waiting to see what he wants.  The door finishes rolling up, and instead of a face, you see the mask of Michael Myers. He should be dead, but the sinister air about this man leaves no doubt in your mind that it's really him.    

Michael stands patiently with his hands to his sides and subtly wiggles the fingers of one hand.  Bo looks confused.   Maybe the folks out here in Ambrose hadn't even heard of Michael. Michael turns toward you.  

Bo says, "Hey man, who-" but Michael cuts him off with a huge hand around his throat, then forces him against a wall of tools.  Bo reaches out and grabs a huge wrench off the wall and his  forearm flexes desperately as he thumps Michael in the head with it.  Michael staggers back, disoriented.    

Bo lunges for you and to your surprise says,  "come on, Darlin" as his large, dirty hand grabs yours.  He covers your body and tries to get you to the office door.  

Michael grabs Bo by the fabric of his suit and throws him against the truck. They struggle, but Michael puts Bo in a sleeper hold until his body goes limp. He's unconscious.  

Michael seems to have forgotten about you.  You stand there frozen, afraid to make any sudden moves.

Michael pins Bo against the truck with his hips and starts undressing him, exposing Bo's tan, muscular biceps.  Michael has the jumpsuit half off him when he lets the dead weight slump to the ground.  He takes off Bo's shoes and removes the jumpsuit completely.  As the jumpsuit slides over Bo's boxers it briefly hitches on what appears to be a massive erection.  Michael had to have felt it against him when he pinned him to the truck.     

Bo is left with only a navy undershirt and engorged boxer briefs.  With his arms and legs bare, you're struck by how strong he is. If Michael was able to overpower Bo with relative ease, he could surely snap you in half like a twig. 

Michael hangs Bo's jumpsuit over the bed of the truck, then unlaces his own boots and steps out of them.  When Michael stands back up, he unzips his own jumpsuit.  You're captivated.  His big arms emerge and you can see his pecs under a navy undershirt similar to Bo's. They both look slutty with their muscles stretching their too-small shirts. 

When Michael lowers the zipper below belt-level your eyes are drawn back to his crotch.  You feel a pang of anticipation in your throat.  He pulls down the jumpsuit and, oh my.  His underwear is tight enough to leave no doubt that he's very aroused. Something flutters in your core. He lets the jumpsuit fall to the floor.  

Michael lazily takes Bo's uniform off the truck and starts putting it on.  He has to push down on the hardness of his briefs with one hand to be able to zip up.  God, that makes you so wet. He's left with an obnoxious bulge.  The arms are a little tight on him, too.  Your unwelcomed arousal intensifies.  Finally, both his hands come to the collar and pop it up so it frames the mask.  He looks so imposing and striking that you audibly gasp.  

Michael abruptly looks in your direction.  You think about running, but you don't move.  He  walks toward you slowly.  You can't take your eyes off his bulge.  He seems to notice, because when he stops within arm's reach of you, he looks down at himself before he looks back up and grabs you by the throat and jaw.  

Michael lifts you several inches off the ground.  You try to scream, but you're choking.  He pivots toward the back of the pick-up truck.  Your limbs flail as he holds you with one hand and uses the other to unlatch the tailgate in one swift motion and put it flat.  He slams you face down onto the bed of the truck. You get up on your knees enough to start  crawling away, toward the cab of the truck, but you don't get far before he jerks you back down toward him.  His hands wrap around your hips and pull you to the edge.

Your shirt rides up and cool metal chills your abdomen as Michael slides your thighs off the tailgate and your feet kick for the ground.  He unbuttons your jean shorts then sends them to the floor.  You try to move, but a massive hand on your back slams you back down as his other hand gropes you and the pressure of his middle finger wedges your thong into your ass. He pries your legs open from behind. 

Your drenched thong barely covers anything.  Michael easily pushes it aside.  You feel his digits slide against your folds and you're humiliated by how wet you are.  A thick finger plunges inside you and you grunt.  He fucks you with two fingers for a few seconds then withdraws his hand and begins to unzip himself.  At the sound of his zipper, your cunt thirstily replaces whatever moisture he took with him.  You silently curse yourself, then accept you're going to need it. 

You're face down on the bed of this truck, ready for the taking, and you can feel Michael Myers looking at your exposed ass like a piece of meat.   You glance back and see his jumpsuit fall down and hang around his ass.  Then, within seconds you feel his shaft pressing hot and hard against your crack. I mean, rock-hard.  His jumpsuit presses against the back of your legs.   He spreads your  thighs with his knee and lays a massive hand on the small of your back, holding you steady on the flatbed of the truck.  You tilt your hips to give him better access to your cunt, telling yourself it's that or your ass. 

A few seconds later, you feel the tip of his cock at your entrance.  It's big.  You feel it against your inner thighs, too.  He huffs as he pushes the head inside and you wince as it stretches you. .  The stretch initially hurts, but you're so wet that it starts to feels good.  You can't deny part of you wants to be filled even more. He puts both hands on your hips for leverage,  then shoves more of himself inside.   He pauses for only a second then jerks you back on his shaft and sheaths himself entirely in your poor little cunt.  He retreats a little, then thrusts again, hitting that spot deep in your core.  Your shirt rides up more and your belly button ring scrapes against the metal of the flat-bed.  

He reaches down and grips your thighs.   He holds you face-down like a wheelbarrow at the end of the truck, using your thighs to pull you back deeper, harder.  You slide against the cold metal, your belly button clinking.  Each thrust seems deeper than the last until he can't possibly fit any more of himself.   He fucks you slowly, and you feel a knot forming in your core.  You find yourself actively meeting his thrusts.  He speeds up and you feel hotter, weaker, more desperate, ready to unravel.  You're on the edge of climax when his hands tighten around your thighs and you're jolted back into him, harder than ever. 

The tension in your core explodes all at once.  As you see stars, you clench tight around him, your whole body tensing every few seconds.  Then, as you're still riding guilty waves of pleasure, you feel him pulse violently into you, and you're pumped full of his hot cum.  Michael breathes heavily in his mask.  You lie there weak and deflated, catching your breath.  

He shoves you almost all the way back onto the bed of the truck for safe keeping while he zips up. Your feet still dangle off and you're still face down.   You hear a series of loud thuds as the truck dips under his weight.  Michael stands still, feet straddling you. You finally flip over on your back and watch him loom over you.  He crouches down between you and the cab of the truck.   You lift your chest and head up and he grabs you  under the armpits and drags you, leaving a snail trail of cum, until you’re up against the cab.  He gently positions your legs so you’re in the same pose as the pin-up silhouette on the sticker.  

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Michael leaves the garage wearing Bo’s uniform. Your face is hot and your eyes well up, but you stay posed like that for some reason. After a few minutes, you hear rustling from the ground and finally leave the artful pose to get on your knees and peer over the side of the truck

Bo is alive.  He squints up at you and brings his hand to the back of his head.  "What happened, Darlin'?" You feel the strangest urge to take care of him.  

Hank didn’t know how he got there. One minute he’s raiding a warehouse with the team, the next he is cuffed to a metal chair in the middle of a bedroom, completely alone, his tactical vest long gone and his shirt open. Looking around, he tried to look for ways to escape for when or if he could lose the cuffs. He heard steps approaching the room and looked straight ahead, not wanting to give his intentions away to his captor.

The door to the side of him opened and a woman walked in. He knew who she was. Sadie, that’s her name, the only thing they knew about her other than the list of crimes she was allegedly tied to. He and the team had been tracking her for the past couple of months, that was why they were in the warehouse in the first place, following an anonymous lead that told them she was going to be there. Thinking back, Hank could now see it was a trap, but then again hindsight is always 20/20 in those cases.

She made her way to him, sitting on his lap and grinning like she had won the first prize lotto. Sadie caressed his chest, moving his shirt to the side to expose more skin, and asked him if he knew why he was there. Hank didn’t answer, looking straight ahead, trying not to give away what her touch was doing to him.

There was no denying, Sadie was hot, and she knew it. Hank didn’t know why his body was reacting to her, but he tried not to let it show. She kept caressing him, while telling him how she had been watching the team for a while now and how he had caught her eye. Then she offered him a deal, one that Hank wasn’t expecting.

Standing up, she stood in front of him, hands on her hips, and told him that if he had sex with her, she would let him go, after telling her what they knew of course. Simple, right? Only the catch wasn’t as simple. If he denied, she would take what she wanted and kill him.

Hank couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Schooling his features to not react to her offer, inside he couldn’t help but feel his body doing the exact opposite. He could never do that, not even if his life depended on it. He would never have sex with someone like her, someone who was accused of so many crimes against innocent people.

Looking up at her with steel eyes, he told her she might as well kill him because he wasn’t taking the deal. Hank could only hope that his team was on their way and would be there soon, before she could do anything.

Sadie smirked, almost as if she had hoped he would say that. Moving back to his lap, she sat down with one leg on each side of him. Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear that she was going to enjoy what was about to happen, before kissing his neck and nibbling on his sweet spot.

It took all his strength not to let a groan escape, but when she started rubbing herself on him, Hank knew there was no way he would be able to control himself for long. He tried thinking of anything that would keep him distracted, but with every clean thought he had, a dirty one would pop up immediately after, making it hard to keep his body under control.

He could feel her biting him gently down his neck towards Adam's apple, forcing a groan out of him. Hank kicked himself mentally for allowing it out, but it was impossible to hold it in. His mind wandered to his team. What would they think of him if they knew what was happening? If they knew how he was actually feeling pleasure from it?

Sadie grabbed his hair forcefully and pulled his head back, kissing him roughly, her tongue entering his mouth when he gasped at the sudden movement. She rubbed herself harder and Hank could tell she was close, her fingers digging into his shoulder and scalp as she reached her high.

She took a few deep breaths and when she was centered again, her hands moved quickly to his pants, undoing them and pulling his cock out. Her eyes widened at how large he was, and Hank would be lying if he said that seeing her so surprised didn’t make him harder than he already was.

Seeing Sadie stand up to take her skirt and panties off, he decided to take one last chance. Telling her she didn’t have to do this, Hank said he could get her a deal, lessen her jail time if she collaborated and gave them the names of others involved in the crimes she was accused of.

Sadie chuckled. She had to admit, here she was about to take advantage of him, and he was trying to “save” her, even if his cock was clearly more than ready to give her what she wanted. It was sweet to say the least and she thought that, maybe for a hot minute, she could have a normal life. Maybe under different circumstances, she could’ve had him, or at least someone like him, and be happy. But that wasn’t her life, she learned that at a very young age.

Turning her attention back to him, she moved to a dresser and opened a drawer, retrieving a condom and walked back to him. Hank was still trying to reason with her, but her mind was set. Putting the condom on him, she climbed back on his lap and slowly lowered herself on him, guiding him inside of her, his cock twitching in her hand.

Once the tip was in, she kept going until he was inside of her completely. She heard him moan, and she gave it a few seconds so she could adjust. Looking straight into his brown eyes, she told him that she was beyond salvation and started moving, lifting herself up before dropping back down.

Hank knew he was done for it. All he could do was sit there and have Sadie fuck him. He tried to reason with her, but when she said she was beyond salvation, he knew that was it. Once she got her fill, she would kill him.

As hard as it was, he had to admit, she felt good. It had been a while since he had been with anyone and being inside of her felt better than it should, given the circumstances. He closed his eyes, trying to think about anything other than the pleasure she was giving him, which was nearly impossible as he heard her moans and felt her ride his cock as if she had never had any before.

Sadie opened her blouse and massaged her own breasts, while riding his cock slowly. She wanted to make the feeling last, taking her sweet time to make him hers. She looked down at him, and saw he had his eyes closed. Ordering him to open his eyes, she saw him shake his head and moan a “no” in response. Forcing his mouth open, she placed one breast in his mouth and waited.

Hank was surprised when she forced his mouth open, and when he felt her breast in it, he fought with himself to not move. But having her willingly place her breast in his mouth, knowing he could easily hurt her to force her to stop, was a bigger turn on than Hank could imagine. Still, he stood his ground as best as he could.

Sadie kept riding him, back and forth, feeling the knot in her lower parts tighten and snap, crying out his name and pushing her breast further into his mouth. She looked down on him, and he still had his eyes closed. “Damn, he’s stubborn.”, she thought, as she continued to move. She was gonna break him. One way or another, by the time she was done she would have him moan her name in absolute ecstasy.

She picked up speed, moaning his name every time his cock would hit the spot, telling him how big he was; how if she had known he was that big, she had captured him sooner; how good it felt having his mouth around her breast, and how good it felt having his big cock fuck her tight pussy.

That was when Hank lost it. He didn’t mean to, but hearing her say those things, feeling her tight pussy wrapped around his cock, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Licking her nipple and softly biting it, he started sucking her breast and bucked his hips upward, making her scream his name as he hit the spot.

He knew he was done for it. She was going to kill him either way, and even if he survived, he would never be able to live with himself after that. So, lost for a hundred, lost for a thousand. If he was going to die, at least he would die after getting some relief. “God, forgive me.”, he thought, just as he moaned her name.

Sadie was taken back when she felt him lick her nipple but smiled knowing he was done. Now, all she had to do was fuck him senseless and make sure he enjoyed it as much as she did. Picking up speed, she heard him groan and moan her name, telling her not to stop and how good she felt. It wasn’t long after that that Sadie came.

Even after that, she didn’t stop. She could tell he was close, so she did what she did best, she fucked him like there was no tomorrow. Between moans, Hank told her he was close. Placing a hand between them, she reached her clit and started massaging it just as fast as she was fucking him. A few thrusts and they were coming together, a mix of moans and their names escaping each other’s mouths.

Sadie leaned forward, resting her head on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath, Hank doing the same. When she finally had her breathing under control, she slid him out of her and stood up, walking to the bathroom and cleaning herself. Looking in the mirror, her heart hurt at the thought that she could never have a man like him in her life.

Shaking those thoughts away, she moved back to where he was and took the condom off, going back to the bathroom to flush it, before tucking him back in his boxers and closing his pants and shirt. She barely heard his question and when she turned back at him, her heart broke a little.

After she came back from flushing the condom down the toilet, Hank was sure she was going to kill him. He asked her if she was going to do it now, but she didn’t hear him. When she looked back at him, he was feeling defeated, already accepting his faith, and it must’ve shown on his face, because her own expression softened.

It’s true that the plan was to kill him after she had taken what she wanted, but seeing him like that, a man that tried to hold on to his beliefs and moral code almost to the end, a good man, she couldn’t. Without knowing, he had reminded her of what it felt like to be human again, even if it was for just a few minutes.

Sadie kissed his cheek and walked out of the room. Telling her men to untie him and toss him outside of the 13th precinct, she also told them to beat him up a little. It hurt her to have to do that, but she couldn’t show weakness. Walking away, she held back tears for what she could never have.

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Janus stopped outside the classroom door and squeezed his eyes shut. Dread curdled in his stomach. There was nothing he wanted to do less than go to school that morning, but he already woke up late and if his parents found out he’d missed a day without them knowing, they’d be worried sick. 

He adjusted his sunglasses with a sigh and stepped inside. 

“Mr. Gray?” The teacher looked up from her desk as Janus tried to glide to the back without being noticed. “Do you have a late pass?” 

“Nope.” He dropped his backpack and slid into the desk beside Virgil. He grit his teeth, pain shooting up his back. 

She stared at him for a moment, before sighing and shaking her head. She passed down a worksheet, and he stared at it, pretending Virgil wasn’t staring at him. 

“That’s the third time this week,” Virgil whispered harshly. “Why are you late? Don’t bullshit me this time.” 

Janus rubbed his eye under the glasses. “Virgil, I’m really not in the mood. I overslept, okay? Good enough?” 

“What’s with the sunglasses?” 

Janus hesitated. “They help with overstimulation. Things are just… a little too much today, alright? Dull the sight, make room for other things.” 

Virgil nodded slowly. “...alright. This doesn’t mean I’m not worried about you.” 

Janus waved him off and started on his sheet. 

A few hours later, they met Remus in the cafeteria. Janus hadn’t had time to eat all day. He slid into the seat in front of Remus and ripped into his lunch. 

“Wow, he’s eating like me.” Remus raised an eyebrow as Virgil sat next to Janus. 

“Not now, Remus. He’s having a bad day.” 

“Again?” Remus frowned. “Were you late again? What’s with the glasses?” 

“Overstimulation. Eat your slop.” 

Remus pouted and picked up his spoon. “It’s oatmeal.” 

“It’s slop, and who brings oatmeal to school? For lunch?” Virgil grimaced. 

Laughter erupted from a few tables over. Janus looked up instinctively, and clenched his fists. 

“Jan?” Virgil raised an eyebrow. 

Janus locked eyes with J., who waved and smiled. 

“Jan, you’re killing your sandwich.” 

“JAN!” 

Janus jumped, dropping his food. “Jesus Christ, why would you do that?!” 

“Did you win?” Remus asked with a grin. 

Janus pressed his hand over his racing heart. “Win what?” 

“The staring contest with your brother.” Virgil stared at him worriedly. He looked through his backpack for a moment before producing a second Monster and handing it over. “What was that about?” 

“It’s not a big deal,” he mumbled, praying J. wouldn’t come over. He opened the Monster and took three big sips. 

“You’re going to kill me,” Remus said. “When are you going to tell us what he did?” 

“Never.” 

“If it’s that bad, we should know.” Virgil arched his neck to try and get a look at J. 

Janus’ mouth was dry. He could try to tell them, but they’d either overreact, or… not believe him. 

“Yeah, you know all about me and Ro!” Remus reached over and snatched Janus’ hand. It was cold. “Speaking of which, he’s gonna be home after school so we’ll have to chill somewhere else.” 

“That’s stupid,” Virgil said. “Just talk to him.” 

Remus made a heart. “No.” 

“Whatever,” he sighed. “We’ll go to the mall. Janus, last time I’m asking for the day. What did he do? Does Remus need to go in?” 

“No. Remus does not need to go in.” Janus looked at them seriously. “I’m fine. It’s fine.” 

Virgil sighed again and went back to his lunch. 

Knowing J. would be looking for him, Janus rushed his way through his locker at the end of the day and hurried to meet Remus and Virgil in the courtyard. Remus was already hanging on Virgil’s arm, begging for him to buy Remus candy, faux-annoyance on Virgil’s face. 

They walked to the mall, Janus already feeling better now that he was out of school and had his friends to distract him from his horrible night. They went into a few stores, mostly fucking around and browsing, until they found one that looked interesting. Remus grabbed their hands and dragged them over to a clothes’ rack, bouncing on his toes. 

“Come find a dressing room with me?” Remus gave Virgil puppy eyes, arms full of outfits. 

Virgil rolled his eyes. “You’ll be okay here a few minutes?” 

Janus nodded. “Yeah. Quick, before he explodes.” 

He laughed and followed Remus out. 

They were gone about ten minutes as Janus looked through the racks, a little bored. He brightened as he came across a skirt— bright yellow with suspenders. 

“You’d look good in that.” 

Janus tensed, eyes widening. He turned around and found himself trapped between the rack and J. 

“What are you doing here?” 

J. laughed and pointed out the store, where his friends stood in line at a food stall. “I told you we were going today. You should have told me you were, too, we could have carpooled. Are you with Remus and Virgil? You can hang out with us, you know.” 

Janus glanced at his friends. They wore various graphic tees, some of them holding GameStop bags. 

“I don’t think it’s their scene,” Janus mumbled. “They should be back soon, and they’ll want to go.” 

J. frowned. “Why don’t your friends like me?” 

If this were the first time, Janus would be bewildered. How could he act so casual? But this had been happening for years. Maybe J. just didn’t understand he was doing something wrong. 

“They don’t dislike you, we’re just… different.” Janus sighed. 

“Well… if you’re not going to hang out with me, can I at least see you tonight?” 

He brushed his fingertips along the side of Janus’ thigh. Even through his jeans, the touch left dirt on Janus’ skin. 

“Last night was so good,” he whispered, checking around for anyone listening. “You were… really hot.” 

“J., we’re in public.” 

“So? No one knows, and my friends aren’t looking. Come on, can I see you tonight?” 

J.’s breath fanned over Janus’ jaw. Janus’ heart raced. 

“This is the third day this week I’ve overslept,” he said, trying not to panic, “I can’t stay up late again.” 

“Then let’s just go home now, before Mom and Dad get home.” 

“I promised Remus I’d spend time with him so Roman couldn’t bother him.” 

“Then can we just split off for a minute? And you can meet your friends somewhere, an hour at most.” His hands cupped the back of Janus’ thighs, slowly climbing. “Come on, I miss you—”

“Janus!” 

J. took a massive step back, clearing his throat, his face red. 

“Hi, Janus!” Remus sang. 

His grin was tight— manic. Janus’ heart dropped. Virgil stood behind him, eyes dark. 

“You ready to go?” Janus managed, and he nodded quickly. 

J. shot him a quick smile. “I’ll see you at home.” 

He squeezed Janus’ shoulder, then went back to his friends. 

“You are not going home,” Virgil snapped. “Why the hell didn’t you— fuck. Come on, let’s leave. We need to talk.” 

Janus’ eyes watered. He brushed his shirt down and sniffled, nodding. “Yeah.” 

Remus’ eye twitched. 

They walked back to Virgil’s house, Remus stimming the entire time and Virgil glaring at the sidewalk. When they settled in Virgil’s room, Virgil and Janus sat on the bed while Remus paced the room, a few tears forced their way out. Hot cramps twisted his stomach painfully. 

“How much did you hear?” 

“From your brother calling you hot,” Virgil said flatly. “This is what’s been keeping you up?” 

Janus shrugged and nodded. He wouldn’t look at any of them. 

Virgil grabbed his hand. “Tell me you don’t blame yourself for this.” 

He looked at Virgil in surprise. “What?” 

“Oh my God,” Remus said, stomping his foot, “oh my God, I can’t, I’m killing him—” 

Janus leapt up as Remus stormed towards the door. “No! Remus, don’t! He can’t know you know.” 

“Will you…” Virgil sighed and gestured them both back to the bed. 

They huddled against the headboard, Janus on the end. Remus trembled, his face red. Virgil gripped Janus’ hand. 

“You’re not going back there,” he finally said. “This isn’t happening again.” 

“I can’t just move out,” Janus laughed weakly. 

“Yes you can. You’re a good liar, make something up. Remus and I will back you. You can stay here.” 

Janus’ bottom lip wobbled, then gave way to gross sobbing. He hid his face. 

Chin didn’t know how he got there. One minute he’s raiding a warehouse with the team, the next he was cuffed to a metal chair in the middle of a bedroom, completely alone, his tactical vest long gone and his shirt open. Looking around, he tried to look for ways to escape for when or if he could lose the cuffs. He heard steps approaching the room and looked straight ahead, not wanting to give his intentions away to his captor.

The door to the side of him opened and a woman walked in. He knew who she was. Madeleine, that’s her name, the only thing they knew about her other than the list of crimes she was allegedly tied to. He and the team had been tracking her for the past couple of months, that was why they were in the warehouse in the first place, following an anonymous lead that told them she was going to be there. Thinking back, Chin could now see it was a trap, but then again hindsight is always 20/20 in those cases.

She made her way to him, sitting on his lap and grinning like she had won the first prize lotto. Madeleine caressed his chest, moving his shirt to the side to expose more skin, and asked him if he knew why he was there. Chin didn’t answer, looking straight ahead, trying not to give away what her touch was doing to him.

There was no denying, Madeleine was hot, and she knew it. Chin didn’t know why his body was reacting to her, but he tried not to let it show. She kept caressing him, while telling him how she had been watching the team for a while now and how he had caught her eye. Then she offered him a deal, one that Chin wasn’t expecting.

Standing up, she stood in front of him, hands on her hips, and told him that if he had sex with her, she would let him go, after telling her what they knew of course. Simple, right? Only the catch wasn’t as simple. If he denied, she would take what she wanted and kill him.

Chin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Schooling his features to not react to her offer, inside he couldn’t help but feel his body doing the exact opposite. He could never do that, not even if his life depended on it. He would never have sex with someone like her, someone who was accused of so many crimes against innocent people.

Looking up at her with steel eyes, he told her she might as well kill him because he wasn’t taking the deal. Chin could only hope that his team was on their way and would be there soon, before she could do anything.

Madeleine smirked, almost as if she had hoped he would say that. Moving back to his lap, she sat down with one leg on each side of him. Leaning forward, she whispered in his hear that she was going to enjoy what was about to happen, before kissing his neck and nibbling on his sweet spot.

It took all his strength not to let a groan escape, but when she started rubbing herself on him, Chin knew there was no way he would be able to control himself for long. He tried thinking of any thing that would keep him distracted, but with every clean thought he had, a dirty one would pop up immediately after, making it hard to keep his body under control.

He could feel her biting him gently down his neck towards his Adam’s apple, forcing a groan out of him. Chin kicked himself mentally for allowing it out, but it was impossible to hold it in. His mind wandered to his team. What would they think of him if they knew what was happening? If they knew how he was actually feeling pleasure from it?

Madeleine grabbed his hair forcefully and pulled his head back, kissing him roughly, her tongue entering his mouth when he gasped at the sudden movement. She rubbed herself harder and Chin could tell she was close, her fingers digging into his shoulder and scalp as she reached her high.

She took a few deep breaths and when she was centered again, her hands moved quickly to his pants, undoing them and pulling his cock out. Her eyes widen at how large he was, and Chin would be lying if he said that seeing her so surprised didn’t made him harder than he already was.

Seeing Madeleine stand up to take her skirt and panties off, he decided to take one last chance. Telling her she didn’t have to do this, Chin said he could get her a deal, lessen her jail time if she collaborated and gave them the names of others involved in the crimes she was accused of.

Madeleine chuckled. She had to admit, here she was about to take advantage of him, and he was trying to “save” her, even if his cock was clearly more than ready to give her what she wanted. It was sweet to say the least and she thought that, maybe for a hot minute, she could have a normal life. Maybe under different circumstances, she could’ve had him, or at least someone like him, and be happy. But that wasn’t her life, she learned that at a very young age.

Turning her attention back to him, she moved to a dresser and opened a drawer, retrieving a condom and walked back to him. Chin was still trying to reason with her, but her mind was set. Putting the condom on him, she climbed back on his lap and slowly lowered herself on him, guiding him inside of her, his cock twitching in her hand.

Once the tip was in, she kept going until he was inside of her completely. She heard him moan, and she gave it a few seconds so she could adjust. Looking straight into his brown eyes, she told him that she was beyond salvation and started moving, lifting herself up before dropping back down.

Chin knew he was done for it. All he could do was sit there and have Madeleine fuck him. He tried to reason with her, but when she said she was beyond salvation, he knew that was it. Once she got her fill, she would kill him.

As hard as it was, he had to admit, she felt good. It had been a while since he had been with anyone and being inside of her felt better than it should, given the circumstances. He closed his eyes, trying to think about anything other than the pleasure she was giving him, which was nearly impossible as he heard her moans and felt her ride his cock as if she had never had any before.

Madeleine opened her blouse and massaged her own breasts, while riding his cock slowly. She wanted to make the feeling last, taking her sweet time to make him hers. She looked down at him, and saw he had his eyes closed. Ordering him to open his eyes, she saw him shake his head and moan a “no” in response. Forcing his mouth open, she placed one breast in his mouth and waited.

Chin was surprised when she forced his mouth, and when he felt her breast in it, he fought with himself to not move. But having her willingly place her breast in his mouth, knowing he could easily hurt her to force her to stop, was a bigger turn on than Chin could imagine. Still, he stood his ground as best as he could.

Madeleine kept riding him, back and forth, feeling the knot in her lower parts tighten and snap, crying out his name and pushing her breast further into his mouth. She looked down on him, and he still had his eyes closed. “Damn, he’s stubborn.”, she thought, as she continued to move. She was gonna break him. One way or another, by the time she was done she would have him moan her name in absolute ecstasy.

She picked up speed, moaning his name every time his cock would hit the spot, telling him how big he was; how if she had known he was that big, she had captured him sooner; how good it felt having his mouth around her breast, and how good it felt having his big cock fuck her tight pussy.

That was when Chin lost it. He didn’t mean to, but hearing her say those things, feeling her tight pussy wrapped around his cock, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Licking her nipple and softly biting it, he started sucking her breast and bucked his hips upward, making her scream his name as he hit the spot.

He knew he was done for it. She was going to kill him either way, and even if he survived, he could never be able to live with himself after that. So, lost for a hundred, lost for a thousand. If he was going to die, at least he would die after getting some relief. “God, forgive me.”, he thought, just as he moaned her name.

Madeleine was taken back when she felt him lick her nipple but smiled knowing he was done. Now, all she had to do was fuck him senseless and make sure he enjoyed it as much as she did. Picking up speed, she heard him groan and moan her name, telling her not to stop and how good she felt. It wasn’t long after that that Madeleine came.

Even after that, she didn’t stop. She could tell he was close, so she did what she did best, she fucked him like there was no tomorrow. Between moans, Chin told her he was close. Placing a hand between them, she reached her clit and started massaging it just as fast as she was fucking him. A few thrusts and they were coming together, a mix of moans and their names escaping each other’s mouths.

Madeleine leaned forward, resting her head on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath, Chin doing the same. When she finally had her breathing under control, she slid him out of her and stood up, walking to the bathroom and cleaning herself. Looking in the mirror, her heart hurt at the thought that she could never have a man like him in her life.

Shaking those thoughts away, she moved back to where he was and took the condom off, going back to the bathroom to flush it, before tucking him back in his boxers and closing his pants and shirt. She barely heard his question and when she turned back at him, her heart broke a little.

After she came back from flushing the condom down the toilet, Chin was sure she was going to kill him. He asked her if she was going to do it now, but she didn’t hear him. When she looked back at him, he was feeling defeated, already accepting his faith, and it must’ve showed on his face, because her own expression softened.

It’s true that the plan was to kill him after she had taken what she wanted, but seeing him like that, a man that tried to hold on to his beliefs and moral code almost to the end, a good man, she couldn’t. Without knowing, he had reminded her of what it felt like to be human again, even if it was for just a few minutes.

Madeleine kissed his cheek and walked out of the room. Telling her men to untie him and toss him outside of Steve’s house, she also told them to beat him up a little. It hurt her to have to do that, but she couldn’t show weakness. Walking away, she held back tears for what she could never have.

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