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Kink!Fic Cont. | Vampires, Non-Con/Dub-Con, Mind Control – Gavin900
Continued from this fictober post

Gavin woke slowly, as though from the clutches of a heady drug. His mind felt foggy and his eyes felt as heavy as his limbs felt leaden, but the more he focused, the more he realized he wasn’t waking in his bed or in any true sleeping position at all.

He was waking atop a stranger’s dick, his thighs shivering as he straddled another man’s lap. He blinked and moaned, confused – and fuck, it felt good – as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. But every thrust chased the thoughts away, making it hard to focus past – fuck, yes, there, harder.

Instead of pawing at the stranger and pushing him away, he found his hands seeking purchase and stability on his shoulders as his hips began to grind, seeking more attention and greater depth to the dick spearing him.

“Ah, there you are,” the stranger said, pulling back to grasp Gavin by the chin and look at him even when Gavin grumbled – confused and irritated and overwhelmed and embarrassed – and tried to shy away. A thumb stroked his kiss swollen lower lip. Gavin thought his mouth tasted a little weird, too, but not from any drug. He knew the taste of another man’s cock on his tongue; he just couldn’t fucking remember it.

“Y’drugged’me,” he slurred, blinking to clear the haze in his vision as – Connor? No… Not Connor. The stranger from the bar, the suspect. Nines – smiled like he was a very cute dog to be patted and guided.

“No, pet,” Nines said, dipping a thumb into Gavin’s mouth with no resistance. The moment Gavin tried to bite him, he felt the thought flee his head, leaving him frowning even as he sucked the man’s thumb obediently. “I don’t need drugs to get what I want. Not when you want it so bad, you horny little thing. I barely had to push at all, you crave so desperately to be wanted. To be touched.”

“Nnn,” Gavin moaned, throat caught on a no. That wasn’t right. He didn’t want this, he was helping Connor and that shithead Hank and—

Hands on his hips, teeth at his throat and those eyes; looking at him like he knew him. Fire blooming in his groan and a haze, his mind slipping away.

“Drugs,” Gavin grunted again, convinced, until something shivered in his chest – weak and needy and making him feel boneless and post-orgasmic minus the actual fun part – when a tongue stroked at two swollen points on his neck. Punctures, he realized as that tongue dipped gently into them, laving pressure into the wound and spreading that weird soft feeling further.

“No, pet,” Nines said into his throat, “This is all you. You were made for me as so very few are. Made for the night and my teeth and to dance on my dick. It’s been so long since I found another like you. So long since last we met.”

That struck a cord, made his head hurt. He whimpered and Nines swallowed down his complaints with a hot tongue and eager lips until he nearly forgot he was in danger here, that he hadn’t climbed atop that cock of his own accord and he had been working before this.

“You’re the killer,” Gavin gasped, as certain as he was strangely weak beneath the man’s touch. He needed his gun, a weapon – anything. The thought scattered and he moaned, knowing he once again forgot something important; but what?

“A killer,” Nines admitted, “But not yours. Never yours. I’m not your killer, pet.”

“Then’wha?”

Nines thrust hard three times, making Gavin keen in ways that caused him to blush furiously even as his cock bobbed eagerly on his belly.

“Your soulmate,” Nines said and Gavin felt the realization sear into him, setting gears into place in his mind as though they had gone without a special, specific part to wind properly all this time.

He spilled and Nines fucked him through it until he was slack and whimpering, weak as a kitten as he gathered him into his arms and played with the bite he had branded into his flesh.

“Mine,” Nines purred possessively, stroking and petting and nibbling on every oversensitized inch of him. “Forever.”

This is so hot – I adore the “soft feeling” you describe, how Gavin has thoughts plucked from his head and melts so gorgeously well, completely helpless against the fall, and just OH MY GOD IT’S SO GOOD.  His little struggles are the best, because it just shows how totally powerless he is.  And the mind fuck that some part of him actually wanted it – wonderful.