[Title] Defiled [Author] jadedsilk (Mara D.) [Series] Castlevania: CoD [Pairing] Isaac/Trevor. [Rating] Nc17 NONCON. Trevor, my baby! What did she make me do to you T_T [Beta] Nope. [Spoilers?] For the game. [Chatter] For vwl who wanted an IsaacxTrevor. This is SO MEAN to my baby. I am so sorry Trev…She made me do it! :points to vwl: ::runs away sobbing:: ((ps: Isaac is really nuts in here because he is possessed. That's why he keeps talking to this 'voice')) ~*~ “What have we here.” Isaac murmured to his Id, pausing to stroke between its knobby horns. “He certainly is a simple fool, is he not?” The Id made no reply, just butted at Isaac, wanting its head scratched more. “Wait here for now.” Isaac said as he stalked out from behind a pillar, advancing gracefully, silent. A slide of muscle over muscle and muscle over bone in a manner that was so fluid a stalking cat would have seemed clumsy in comparison. The Belmont was beautiful, back to him and blissfully ignorant while staring into a glowing transport sigil on the floor. Isaac studied him, watching the blood from the wound to his chest soaking his shirt, watched the blood dripping from that cut gloved hand to trickle to the carpet of the chamber, to be lost in the crimson of the fiber. This 'Trevor' He was lean through the hips and broad through the chest, his legs were powerful and long. Isaac remembered how he used them to fight and made a point to take him from behind, he had no power that way, and no chance to reach his whip. (That whip really stung, a voice reminded him thoughtfully.) Isaac longed to bury his nose into that auburn hair, to know what this ‘Trevor’ smelled like. (/Leather oil, sweat, fear and the light of God./ The voice assured him.) Knowing it or not did not stop Isaac from wanting to taste that flesh. Taste that fear and disgust that he knew he could bring to the surface, even in a servant of light like this. Isaac studied his intended victim with a warrior’s cunning, and calculated over him as a man would study a painting. His wounds would slow his reaction time severely even as slight as they were and it helped that his attention was drawn away, his eyes studying something that even Isaac could not see below the floor. Maybe the Belmonts really /were/ insane. Some said that Belmonts were mad; some said that they were emissaries of God, sent to do his bidding. Isaac didn’t care as long as he could taste Trevor’s blood. ( /Like sunlight, hot and thick and delightfully sweet. The righteous always taste so syrupy./ The voice promised.) All Isaac saw was a very beautiful man, delightfully human and very much his for the taking. This man had killed his Master. This man had taken the life of the only person to treat him like a human being other than Hector…Hector who had betrayed him, Hector who had betrayed them both. ( /Hector who had let his wife die! Hector who had abandoned them when he was needed most!/ ) He kept stalking and then ducked behind another pillar, so close that he could smell the blood on the Belmont’s skin. He paused, Chauve-souris held close as he crouched down, waiting for the right moment. It was as the castle quaked that Isaac made a fast dash, sliding up behind the Belmont and snaking an arm across his throat, dragging him backwards and off his feet against the breadth of his chest and jamming Chauve-souris against the back of ribs, letting the point dig in and draw blood for emphasis. “What are you looking at?” Isaac purred. If his victim hadn’t been tense before, he was absolutely rigid now, one blue eye rolled towards him. “Oh, don’t worry…I promise to make your worst nightmares come true. You killed me, you see, and we have a lot of things to…patch up.” Isaac said, rubbing his hips against the solid and tense muscles of Trevor’s ass. There was a sound of disgust from his victim, and a moment of struggling that Isaac put a stop to by driving the tip of his spear a bit deeper. “You’re insane!” Trevor grunted, his teeth grinding in frustration. “So are you.” Isaac sang. “what’s your…” He moved, and using all of his strength threw the Belmont up against the wall, and following through with Chauve-souris, pinned him through the shoulder against the hard marble, stomach first. Trevor barked in pain and surprise, but dared not struggle. Chauve-souris had three wide blades, and at the moment they were holding the man’s weight. Should he fight though, it would be a different story. “…Point?!” He finished as he stepped back and let the enormity of what had just happened, and what would happen sink in for his victim. Trevor struggled for air, finally coughing blood against the pristine white of the marble. “Does it hurt?” Isaac crooned in a frightening mockery of sympathy. Trevor made no reply, his hands clawing uselessly against the marble, the wounded one leaving bloody prints against the stone surface. “Are you afraid too?” Isaac whispered, leaning up to lick the delicate shell of Trevor’s ear. Trevor tried to shake his head, but when Isaac grabbed a handful of that auburn hair and pulled back so hard that Trevor slid up further onto the blade, all attempts at motion ceased. “If I were you, I would be.” He murmured, his voice sultry in the near silence of the room. Isaac laughed angrily, and with a rough hand shoved him back down the few inches he had risen on the blade, grinding him into the wall until he coughed more blood and groaned in pain. “It only gets better from here you know.” Isaac said as he undid the straps holding his side armor, and unbuttoned the front of his pants, stroking himself with a gloved fingertip and smiling. He knew that Trevor couldn’t really see what he was doing, but could guess well enough from the sounds. Isaac drew a thin blade from his boot with disturbing ease, and he cut the Belmont’s clothing and armor off, except for the fabric and leather that was held in place by Chauve-souris. He smiled as he put the blade between his teeth and let his cold leather gloves run the length of that broad back, stroking surprisingly gently. Trevor shuddered, trying to get away from the markedly sexual touch. Isaac stopped after a few moments spitting the blade back out into his hand. “Oh, don’t worry…It won’t happen right away…I want to taste you…” He murmured. “I want to mark you…so that you never forget.” “Don’t do this, this is madness!” Trevor said lowly, gurgling on his own blood. He cried out when the blade first dug into the flesh of his back, struggling for the first few strokes of the blade until Chauve-souris reminded him that he wasn’t going anywhere. It only took Isaac a precious few minutes, long enough to carve his name into that beautiful tanned skin. Marring the perfection from shoulder to shoulder. “You’re mine now in body…” Isaac said as he stepped up behind Trevor, running a gloved hand down to a firm globe where he squeezed appreciativel while he lapped at the blood cascading down that lean back."...and soon soul." “Don’t do this! This is an abomination before God! Fight me or kill me, but do not do this wicked thing!” Trevor pleaded. “It was men like you that killed my woman…it was men like you that cast me out of my home. It was men like you that had their way with me when I could not fight back…you will know the shame, and you will live long enough to endure it. What will they think of you now Trevor Belmont…will you be their champion after I defile you?” Trevor didn’t get a chance to reply before Isaac spit into his gloved palm, wet himself down, and then slammed the other man into the wall as he ripped into him. Trevor /screamed/ And it was the sweetest music to Isaac and his master’s ears. "Don't worry, I'll leave you for my sister to find...your pants missing, my seed covering you...my name in your skin. Yes, not even your god will have you now." ~*~ I have to go write something fluffy now...and quick!