by Quil Carter
Sasha wanted to respond, but the fact that Kheva was lubing himself up, preparing them both for penetration, was stealing his breath and his thoughts. He was about to have sex, real sex, not rape, and that fact had stolen his other thoughts. All he could say inside of his head was Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, over and over again.
Rob’s mission couldn’t be further away from his mind. This was all real, all genuine, and even though Sasha knew the guilt of it would eventually come, and the fear also of what Kheva could possibly to do Jobe and Lex, he decided he’d deal with that when it came.
It was his first time having sex, and he was going to stay on this crazy ride until the end.
Kheva’s lubed up finger began to play with Sasha’s hole, rubbing the opening and nudging the tips into it, but not enough for penetration. Even that touch was amplified by the pain he was feeling, and when Kheva’s middle finger pushed through the tight band and slipped in, he sucked in a sharp breath.
The fingers slipped out and Kheva got into position. He leaned down in between Sasha’s bent knees and kissed him, his tongue slipping past Sasha’s soft lips and into his mouth.
Sasha reciprocated, even though it was difficult to maintain his quickened breathing with Kheva occupying his mouth. Adrenaline now was shooting through his system, his groin throbbing with pain, his chest heaving with anticipation, and his mind reeling in a thousand and one directions.
Kheva grasped his own cock, an impressive hardened piece of meat with a defined head that was neither too big or too small, one that had a faint silver scar that snaked down the right side, and positioned it against Sasha’s hole. He leaned down then, a bent arm by Sasha’s head so their faces were close, and put pressure on the head now tucked up into the twitching opening.
Sasha closed his eyes tight and locked his teeth. Kheva’s girth and length trumped Kel’s, but Kel’s spastic impatience had made initial penetration more painful than it should’ve been. Kheva needed not rush, he had no eager urges to fill, or anything to prove, the Master took his time, pushing then releasing, pushing then releasing, until with a lead of steady pressure, the tightened band gave way and the head broke through.
“Oh fuck,” Sasha gasped, his eyelids flying open. He glanced down but only saw Kheva’s neck, both of their bodies only inches away from each other and drawing closer.
Sasha bit his lip, biting through the initial burning. Having the head in the opening was amplifying the pain, he wanted Kheva to push it all the way in, it was easier that way.
Kheva did exactly that, and slowly slid himself up to the base. He was fully inside of Sasha now, their bodies as deeply connected as their minds.
Both of their minds…
The realization came with a shock. It was usually Kheva inside of Sasha’s head, but without realizing it, the access was now two-ways. Sasha and Kheva’s mind were on the same frequency, both intuned with each other like two instruments synced up and were playing the same song.
Sasha’s eyes closed again, and as Kheva’s hips slowly began to move, he brought his Silent Ground to the forefront of his mind, not wanting to slip deep into it for fear of missing what was happening in the physical world.
Almost instantaneously, he felt a different wave of pleasure.
This one was centered around his own cock, a satisfying tightness that amplified with every slow push of his hips. There was a direct desire to move faster, to release that pent-up energy and explode that pleasurable feeling, but that was easily overshadowed by restraint and discipline. Kheva… didn’t want to hurt the man underneath him.
Wow, Sasha whispered. Kheva… never ceases to surprise me.
‘There’s a time and place for everything, nightcrawler,’ Kheva said breathlessly inside of his head. ‘I’ll tear that ass to ribbons another time, don’t go thinking me a saint yet.’
Sasha laughed lightly in their reality, and with the pleasure Kheva was feeling and his own brought close to his mind’s surface, he put a hand to Kheva’s cheek and directed him in for a deep kiss.
After what Sasha’s experience with Kel had been, he’d completely expected his first time with Kheva to be painful and uncomfortable. It did take some getting used to, and the first several minutes had Sasha feeling like he was stretched to ripping, but the pain he was experiencing down there was weaved so tightly in with the pleasure there was no telling which sensation was which. The pain was the pleasure and vice versa, with both potent feelings mixing together to form a continuous feed of sexual gratification, one which steadily climbed towards a peak that Sasha knew would be mind blowing.
Kheva maintained a steady rhythm, not too slow, but not too fast either. It was perfect, enough to have them both groaning in each other’s ear, their heavy breathing hot against each other’s skin as their bodies and minds connected.
Sasha had… never expected his first experience with Kheva to be like this. This moment defied all past knowledge that he’d had of the Master Nightcrawler. Kheva had told him that he’d not take him by force his first time, but Sasha had had no idea he’d make it this, well… good? Meaningful? Special?
‘You cannot train someone purely on mental and physical torture, nightcrawler,’ Kheva said inside of his head. Even the voice that echoed through Sasha’s mind was out of breath. ‘That’s not training. I am your master, and you must trust that I know what I’m doing with you.’
Sasha looked back into his mind and saw Kheva’s beacon, one that seemed to glow even brighter in the throes of their intimacy.
But then, beside that beacon, he saw something else, a dark shadow tucked into a corner.
It was the Dead Zone, and deep inside of it, was Rob.
Sasha stared at it, and as he absorbed Kheva’s essence, their intense intimacy, he realized something.
I thought for so long that Kheva hated me. I was sure he did because of the way he’d treated me and it was devastating. But now…? I think I’m beginning to see… that he’s not only accepted me into his small two-person family––he also loves me like he loves Kel.
Kheva’s… not a cut-and-dry monster. Kheva loves me.
And I love him.
Fuck, Rob. I don’t think I can do this. I think if I talk to Kheva… if I tell him Lex and Jobe will never be a threat to him, that I want to stay, he’ll let them live. I’ll tell them I’m happy at Ciel Lake. I’m happy being in a place where I belong, with people like me. I’ll visit, and if they love me, they’ll understand.
I can’t betray the trust of my master. No matter what he’s done to me; I’m not such a cruel inhuman beast that I will use Kheva’s tragic childhood against him.
Sorry, Rob. It’s not going to happen.
Sasha turned his back to the Dead Zone, to Rob hiding deep inside, and pushed it away.
Sasha’s eyes shifted focus, from inside of his head to the intense reality in front of him. He was staring up at the ceiling, bathed in dim yellow light, with Kheva’s black hair tickling his cheek and chin and taking up the left-hand side of his vision.
Pain and pleasure, each thrust brought ample supply of both. The needles inside of his cock and testicles throbbed with an uncomfortable heat, but the knee-shaking sensations brought out by each thrust, overshadowed the discomfort and filled him full of building pleasure. Everything he was experiencing in that moment, from the physical feeling of being filled, the weight of Kheva’s warm body on top of him, to the overwhelming sensations had Sasha feeling like he was in heaven.
Kiss me, Sasha whispered.
Kheva’s head rose, and those beautiful green eyes and their gold galleons glowed as they made contact with Sasha’s own dark emerald. He slowed down his hips to a stop, then placed a hand on Sasha’s cheek and locked their lips.
Together they kissed, their tongues rubbing and weaving in with one another, and their heavy breathing bringing puffs of air to each other’s noses. Sasha, his eyes closed, drowned in it, his body feeling like it was sinking into the bed with Kheva following his lead.
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Kheva pulled away, and up came a smirk that made his left eye squint, his gaze then fell to Sasha’s groin, and with their bodies still deeply joined, he pinched the needle skewering the head of Sasha’s penis and slowly drew it out.
Tears once again stung the corner of Sasha’s eyes, involuntary from the sharp sting. Kheva drew it completely out then rested it on the bed beside him.
Then he quickly untied Sasha’s left wrist. “Do the rest,” Kheva instructed, and his hips began to rock again. “Draw them out one by one, and I will show you something you’ll never forget.”
Intrigue rose through the blanket of lust closely pressed against Sasha’s body. He pinched the next needle down and his teeth locked together as he drew the silver, blood-tipped needle out of the soft shaft.
With Kheva’s hips pushing into him, the discomfort shifted into the familiar concoction of pleasure and pain, soon Sasha wasn’t just drawing out the needles to relieve his body of the sensation, but using it as another way to stimulate himself.
“There we go,” Kheva said, his tone dropping to a growl. Sasha glanced up, picking up right away on the shift of tone. “Just like that.” His eyes were locked on Sasha’s cock. It was flushed now, the head shining crimson, and there were two symmetrical rows of glistening rubies as the needle impacts bled.
Kheva’s hips picked up, the thrusting now a steady pound. Sasha gasped at the increase in speed, and pinched the bleeding flesh below the curve of the crown to trigger a greater amount of pain.
The results were what he wanted, the pain and increase in Kheva’s thrusts had the pleasure growing, and as Sasha pinched the area harder, even with several needles to go, he began to get hard again.
His growing cock made the remaining needles and the wounds on the shaft and head throb all the more, Sasha took advantage of this, and with Kheva pounding roughly into him, he began to slowly withdraw the last three needles, and the several in his testicles, one by one.
And Kheva watched the whole time. The Master had one arm hooked over Sasha’s left leg, his other hand resting beside Sasha’s head to hold himself up. He watched with eyes bright, as Sasha pulled out the remaining needle, moans falling unrestricted in between his heavy breathing, and his black bangs now stuck to his shining forehead.
Now fully hard, Sasha began to stroke himself, the blood from the needles painting his cock red. The room was now filled with their moans and breathing, and the thick intensity of their sex heavy enough to feel physically weighted.
Soon Sasha began to feel the painful pleasure reach its limit, the unimaginable lust that had taken him both mind, body, and spirit finally approaching the crescendo that they both knew would throw them into a depthless ocean; one they were both willing to drown in. It was a slow build up, a centered force that attracted the overwhelming feelings to its center, gathering and growing like Sasha had never experienced before.
Excited for it, Sasha began to stroke himself harder, but to his surprise, Kheva snatched his hand and pinned it behind his head.
Sasha tried to struggle, a brief flare of feeling cheated breaking through the steady rush of pressure and pleasure, but Kheva’s grip tightened around his wrist. Saying nothing, Kheva’s head bowed, and suddenly his steady hard thrusts picked up pace to a rough pound that had him pulling out to the rim of the crown and plunging in to the base.
Sasha swore, his sweaty hands clenching to fists; he closed his eyes tight at the overwhelming assault.
But with those closed eyes, the feelings that Kheva himself was experiencing amplified, and to Sasha’s surprise, the steady building of the orgasm continued, all without him even touching his own cock.
And it was gathering quickly. With their minds deeply joined together, so tightly meshed it was as if they’d become one physical and mental person, Sasha began to exhale deep moans with every strike of Kheva’s cock, edging closer and closer to an orgasm he didn’t even know was possible.
It was… indescribable, their two beacons now merged as one. Sasha was inside of Kheva’s mind, tightly wrapped to him, connected to his thoughts, physical feelings, his emotions. Kheva was content, his body relaxed but his mind deeply concentrating on the act itself; there was new warmth towards Sasha, a feeling that was green and new but prominent, growing with the other emotions newly sprouting. There was also a compulsion, a darkened desire to corrupt and consume, to have Sasha all to himself with no intent to share him with anyone.
It was bordering on an angry possessiveness, a man surrounded by enemies clutching a prized possession to his chest and snapping and growling at all those who came near him. Kheva knew he owned Sasha, and he dared anyone to try and take his new possession away from him.
Sasha felt startled by this, before that brief fleeting cluster of emotions drifted away from his fingertips; he reached out to try and grasp it again, only to grab hold of an entirely new untapped well.
These feelings were hidden, a wall-like barrier erected to protect them from intruders. Sasha could only make a note of its location, before, with a cry he made inside of their joined minds and in reality, he was overcome with a sudden wave of gathering pleasure.
‘Grab onto it,’ Kheva said, out-of-breath. ‘Focus on it.’ Sasha did just that, he let all other fleeting thoughts slip away and concentrated fully on the intense pressure that was reaching its critical point.
The slow build that Sasha and Kheva had both been experiencing for minutes now, not seconds like any other orgasm, was now fierce enough to have them both panting and gasping heavily, Sasha himself even voicing moans that held tones of pleading. Kheva might be used to this, but as the explosive climax climbed the last several steps to summit, he felt fear that his mind was going to break.
Then it hit, the dam that had been holding back a rushing river of pleasure, broke and flooded the two of them with an overwhelming release of the gathered energy. It consumed them fully, the force of it emptying their lungs as the cries of pleasure came one after the other. Not even Kheva, who Sasha thought under regular circumstances, would stifled his own vocalizations, held back the gasping moans and cries. They tumble from his trembling lips freely, and each vocalization had Sasha’s heart drawing all the closer to him.
The shared orgasm carried on for what seemed like an eternity, wave after wave of the most intense sexual pleasure taking their trembling bodies. Sasha saw nothing but flares and stars as it rocked him, with no hint of whether his own eyes were open or closed. He didn’t even know if he still had a body, surely the intensity of this climax had shot his mind and spirit far from his physical self.
Then finally, with Sasha’s own beacon fully merged with Kheva’s, it began to fade. Deeply in Kheva’s mental embrace, clutched to his master’s being like his priceless possession, his awareness began to come back, but he fought it, wanting to stay inside the comforting security of Kheva’s mind.
But eventually reality seeped back into his mind, like Sasha was stepping out of a warm bed into a December rainstorm. Awareness came back, and his mind adjusted to the sounds of exhausted heavy breathing, he could feel Kheva’s against his ear, and the weight of a hot, clammy body pressed against his own.
Sasha’s eyes adjusted, and he saw Kheva’s black hair and a flushed ear adorned with several earrings. He stared up at the ceiling, his master still inside of him, and resisted the urge to gently stroke Kheva’s hair back. In this moment, Sasha felt tender towards him, vulnerable and open. These feelings confused him; they contrasted his past opinions and experiences towards the sadistic nightcrawler and left him at a loss.
Kheva shifted. He lifted himself up with his hands and slowly pulled out of Sasha as he adjusted himself onto his knees. Out of breath, his green and gold eyes glassy and his black hair stuck in different directions, he looked at Sasha lying naked on the bed before him. Sasha became aware of his own body then: his chest heaving as it forced air into his lungs, his body trembling like it was experiencing aftershocks, and all over his stomach and groin were strings
of opaque pearls that shone in the dim light.
Kheva laid down beside Sasha, then there was a click and everything went dark. Sasha remained still, his body and mind still reeling from what he’d just experienced.
There was shame and embarrassment when Sasha realized he didn’t want Kheva to just go to sleep. He felt as though something profound had just happened, and though it wasn’t like he wanted to talk about it or anything like that, Sasha still felt like something should be spoken, or some act should be made. They’d just shared something together that Sasha had never experienced, their own minds and beacons had become one, Sasha had been inside of Kheva’s head and vice versa, as they shared an intimacy that no one in the world who wasn’t a nightcrawler could experience.
But Kheva was his master, and not only that, he was Kheva Swift. Kheva was sadistic and cruel at times, a man of unbelievable strength who demanded of his nightcrawlers both respect and fear. He was a stoic god amongst the lesser, and it was out of the question for him to even care about what Sasha was feeling.
However, why would Kheva have given Sasha such an experience then? Why would he have joined himself with Sasha in such a way? It was probably because Kheva was his master and he himself wanted to claim Sasha’s first time, his first actual experience with a man, one that wasn’t rape. And if he made it––
“Your mind is much too active for what just happened,” Kheva said, his tone exhausted.
Sasha’s heart jumped. “S-sorry,” he stammered, and when he looked internally, he was horrified to realize Kheva’s presence was right there. Their minds were still connected, closer than the usual connection Sasha experienced.
Which meant Kheva could hear all of his thoughts.
The realization was a humiliating blow. Sasha writhed from embarrassment, embarrassment that was made worse by Kheva’s low chuckle.
“Never mind, just… just let’s go to sleep,” Sasha said. He pulled up the covers, and kept pulling them until they were over his head. How could he forget that Kheva was most likely still inside of his mind? Kheva had heard everything, even Sasha’s tender feelings towards him… feelings that extended past just respect.
