The Only Deal You'll Find, I'll Gladly Take Your Soul
Title: The Only Deal You'll Find, I'll Gladly Take Your Soul
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ray/Jeremy
Warning: Non-con
Summary: Ray really wants to be a Rook, but he didn’t expect to have to go this far
AN: Title taken from the song Buried Alive by Avenged Sevenfold. Thanks to crashdownpixie for the incredible beta job! Any mistakes left are completely my own. This takes place a year before any of the events in the rest of the series
Vicious Cycle:
Another Night (Wishing I Wasn’t Here)
Line In The Sand
When Ray woke up at Tower Prep, he freaked out. He went to sleep to the sound of his dad’s drunken bellowing and his mom crying. He woke up in a room that wasn’t his and a bed that was definitely too comfortable to belong to him. There was a boy watching him from another bed across the room and Ray, well, he reacted like his father would have-he got aggressive and demanded answers. The other boy didn’t really explain much, just told him to change into his uniform and go to orientation.
Orientation had been a wake up call;his father had always called him a freak for what he could do, but it turned out that he wasn’t the only freak in the world. The whole school was made for and populated by people with abilities like him. For the first time ever, Ray started to feel like he might have finally found a home.
As good as things were going he knew something still had to go wrong, and it did. Ray found himself in the sights of a sophomore named Eli Gunnar. Gunnar was a prick and did everything he could to make Ray miserable. Gunnar had the preflex ability and whenever their altercations got physical it seemed like Ray could never hit him. Ray didn’t have any formal martial arts training then, only the little weight lifting he had done on his own over the years. Gunnar easily kicked his ass every time.
“Get up, pussy,” Gunnar had taunted, but hadn’t even let Ray get up before he’d kicked him in the chest. “Or stay down, that’s where you belong after all.”
The torment had been endless and even his skills training and martial arts training with Coach were not enough to help him. Being a sophomore, Gunnar had a whole years worth of more training than Ray and he knew it. Ray had never lain down and taken anything in his life, but he actually started to fear seeing Gunnar anywhere on campus.
The Monitors never seemed to be around to break anything up and Ray didn’t want to be the pussy that went running to Headmaster. So, he did what he could to avoid Gunnar and when he couldn’t he stood up to whatever Gunnar threw at him as best he could.
“Your strength will never be a match for my preflex,” Gunnar said when he caught Ray in the bathroom. “You’ll never be able to beat anyone with preflex, let alone me.”
Ray had tried to defend himself, to fight back, but he’d ended up with his fist through a mirror and a trip to see Nurse. Gunnar hadn’t walked away from that one unscathed, but he’d walked away a lot better off than Ray.
That hadn’t even been the end of it.
Just when Ray was starting to feel desperate, pledge week came. He didn’t know anything about the Rooks until his roommate, a kid with perfect sight, explained it all to him. The idea of belonging to something powerful like that, to have friends to watch his back, appealed to Ray.
He was snatched that night as he was leaving the library. The hood over his face had startled him, but whoever grabbed him was strong, much stronger than him. He didn’t fight though, just let the person take him because he knew; knew that it was his chance.
When he was shoved into a chair and the hood was ripped off ,he found himself sitting between two other students and surrounded by a room full of black cloaked figures. They were all wearing masks with long noses and standing absolutely still and silent. At the forefront of it all was a young man, probably a junior, who introduced himself as Odin, but Ray knew his real name was Jeremy.
The speech about joining the brotherhood and taking the oath made something inside Ray quiver with excitement. He drank the “raven’s blood” and said the oath without hesitation. He already felt a part of it and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would do anything he had to in order to become a Rook.
He reminded himself of that as he walked with the gauntlet and took each swing of the paddle with as little reaction as possible. Each hit hurt worse than the last one and by the time he got to then end of the line and took the smack from Jeremy his knees almost gave out, but he went on. He stood beside his fellow Squabs and tried not to let his face show how much pain he was actuallyfeeling.
The hazing went on for several days, each day with something new and painful to do. On the third day, Ray found himself summoned to the Rooks’ lair. He went, without question, and found Jeremy waiting for him. The older student was in his robe, but sitting in a chair looking as relaxed as ever.
“Close the door, lock it, and then come stand before me,” Jeremy told him.
Ray did as he was told and waited for further direction. He didn’t want to do anything without being told and risk rejection.
“I’ve heard that you have had lots of problems with Eli Gunnar,” Jeremy said.
“Yes, Most Exalted One,” Ray answered.
“He taped you to the flagpole a week ago, didn’t he? He left you to be seen by everyone,” Jeremy pressed.
Ray’s hands clenched into fists and fury welled up inside him at the reminder. “Yes, Most Exalted One.”
“How did that make you feel? Did it piss you off?”
“Yes, Most Exalted One.”
“Did it embarrass you?”
Ray wanted to deny that, but it would have been a lie. “Yes, Most Exalted One.”
“I bet you would like revenge, wouldn’t you, Squab?”
“Yes, Most Exalted One.”
“We can do that for you, Ray, but you have to decide how much you want that,” Jeremy said.
A shiver went down Ray’s spine at something he heard in Jeremy’s voice. “I really want it, Most Exalted One.”
“I’m sure you do,” Jeremy sneered. “but, are you willing to do anything I ask of you?”
That was a loaded question if Ray had ever heard one, but he knew the answer. If he didn’t make the Rooks, if he didn’t have them to watch his back, then Gunnar would continue to torment him. The things Gunnar was doing were already starting to escalate and he was afraid of what might be in store for him next.
“Yes, Most Exalted One.”
Jeremy smiled, something twisted and not friendly at all. “Then get on your knees, Squab, and worship me.”
Ray knew he couldn’t afford to hesitate. He dropped to his knees and bowed, but was taken completely by surprise when rough fingers tangled in his hair and pulled his head up.
“What are you doing, Squab?” Jeremy sneered.
That was when Ray saw that Jeremy had moved his robe aside and revealed his dick, hard and waiting. Ray swallowed hard and tried to pull back, but Jeremy’s fingers tightened and he hissed at the pain that radiated through his scalp. Any movement in any direction was going to hurt.
“I said, worship me,” Jeremy growled. “Worship me, or you can find out what Gunnar has in store for you next.”
Ray felt his stomach turn over. What choice did he have? He could refuse what Jeremy wanted and then suffer at Gunnar’s hands, alone. Or, he could suck Jeremy off and then never have to worry about Gunnar again and have brothers to stand by his side forever.
It didn’t matter that he’d never even thought about having another guy’s dick in his mouth. He had never thought about how to give a blowjob or what he should do, but that didn’t stop him. Jeremy led him down before releasing his grip on Ray’s hair.
“Make it good or no deal,” Jeremy added.
Ray swallowed his heart, which was beating in his throat, and leaned forward. He opened his mouth and tentatively licked at the head. It didn’t taste bad, but it didn’t taste good either. He didn’t let that stop him though, because he knew Jeremy would be mad if he didn’t keep going.
He took Jeremy further into his mouth and tried to convince himself that it wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever had to do. He carefully kept his teeth covered and went down before he went back to the head. He started to go back down again when Jeremy fisted his hair again and stopped him.
“Don’t you know why they call it ‘sucking off’? You have to actually suck,” Jeremy sneered. He then released his grip.
Trying to keep Jeremy’s words in mind, Ray got back to it. He put his hands on Jeremy’s thighs as he went down again. He tried to get a rhythm going and took note of anything he did that made Jeremy’s thigh muscles tighten up. Jeremy seemed to really like it when he used his tongue, especially on the head, which he paid special attention to a few times.
Jeremy was making soft sounds of pleasure and his hips twitched like he wanted to thrust. Suddenly his hand was on the back of Ray’s head. Startled, Ray tried to pull back, but Jeremy forced his head to stay down. At the same time, Jeremy’s hips jerked up and suddenly Ray found himself choking. He gagged and tried to pull back again, but Jeremy held him there, thrusting quick and sharp. He fucked Ray’s mouth with no regard for whether he could breathe or not.
“Ngh, just like that, fuck,” Jeremy gasped out.
Tears leaked out of the corner of Ray’s eye just before Jeremy once more fisted his hair and pulled him up and off. Ray gasped for breath and choked as Jeremy held his face in place. It took Ray a moment to realize that Jeremy was using his other hand to jerk off. He realized what was going to happen just in time to close his eyes.
“Open your mouth, Squab,” Jeremy ordered.
Ray didn’t want to, he really didn’t want to, but if he refused then what he’d just gone through would have meant nothing. He kept his eyes close and opened his mouth. He still jerked in surprise at the first splash of wet across his face, but stayed put and endured the rest of it in silent shame.
“Swallow,” Jeremy demanded.
Ray swallowed and winced as he did so. It was so disgusting, but not nearly as disgusting as the rest of his face which was wet and sticky. He kept telling himself that he did it for a good reason, that his place in the Rooks was secure.
“Look at me, Squab.”
Ray opened his eyes and looked up at his Pledge Master. Jeremy was looking at him with something in his eyes that Ray couldn’t identify. He was silent for an uncomfortably long time before he nodded as if he’d decided something.
“Clean yourself up,” Jeremy said. “Come back tonight.”
“Yes, Most Exalted One,” Ray said, though his voice was rough and gravely, barely there at all.
As he cleaned himself up, he hoped that he’d done the right thing.
That night, the Squab Ray died and the Rook was reborn. When Gunnar disappeared, Jeremy gave Ray a secret smile. Ray knew he’d made the right choice, but at the same time, a hatred for those gifted with the preflex ability blossomed in his heart. One day he would make sure Jeremy suffered for what he’d made Ray do and he promised himself that he would never let anyone else with preflex hurt him like that again.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ray/Jeremy
Warning: Non-con
Summary: Ray really wants to be a Rook, but he didn’t expect to have to go this far
AN: Title taken from the song Buried Alive by Avenged Sevenfold. Thanks to crashdownpixie for the incredible beta job! Any mistakes left are completely my own. This takes place a year before any of the events in the rest of the series
Vicious Cycle:
Another Night (Wishing I Wasn’t Here)
Line In The Sand
When Ray woke up at Tower Prep, he freaked out. He went to sleep to the sound of his dad’s drunken bellowing and his mom crying. He woke up in a room that wasn’t his and a bed that was definitely too comfortable to belong to him. There was a boy watching him from another bed across the room and Ray, well, he reacted like his father would have-he got aggressive and demanded answers. The other boy didn’t really explain much, just told him to change into his uniform and go to orientation.
Orientation had been a wake up call;his father had always called him a freak for what he could do, but it turned out that he wasn’t the only freak in the world. The whole school was made for and populated by people with abilities like him. For the first time ever, Ray started to feel like he might have finally found a home.
As good as things were going he knew something still had to go wrong, and it did. Ray found himself in the sights of a sophomore named Eli Gunnar. Gunnar was a prick and did everything he could to make Ray miserable. Gunnar had the preflex ability and whenever their altercations got physical it seemed like Ray could never hit him. Ray didn’t have any formal martial arts training then, only the little weight lifting he had done on his own over the years. Gunnar easily kicked his ass every time.
“Get up, pussy,” Gunnar had taunted, but hadn’t even let Ray get up before he’d kicked him in the chest. “Or stay down, that’s where you belong after all.”
The torment had been endless and even his skills training and martial arts training with Coach were not enough to help him. Being a sophomore, Gunnar had a whole years worth of more training than Ray and he knew it. Ray had never lain down and taken anything in his life, but he actually started to fear seeing Gunnar anywhere on campus.
The Monitors never seemed to be around to break anything up and Ray didn’t want to be the pussy that went running to Headmaster. So, he did what he could to avoid Gunnar and when he couldn’t he stood up to whatever Gunnar threw at him as best he could.
“Your strength will never be a match for my preflex,” Gunnar said when he caught Ray in the bathroom. “You’ll never be able to beat anyone with preflex, let alone me.”
Ray had tried to defend himself, to fight back, but he’d ended up with his fist through a mirror and a trip to see Nurse. Gunnar hadn’t walked away from that one unscathed, but he’d walked away a lot better off than Ray.
That hadn’t even been the end of it.
Just when Ray was starting to feel desperate, pledge week came. He didn’t know anything about the Rooks until his roommate, a kid with perfect sight, explained it all to him. The idea of belonging to something powerful like that, to have friends to watch his back, appealed to Ray.
He was snatched that night as he was leaving the library. The hood over his face had startled him, but whoever grabbed him was strong, much stronger than him. He didn’t fight though, just let the person take him because he knew; knew that it was his chance.
When he was shoved into a chair and the hood was ripped off ,he found himself sitting between two other students and surrounded by a room full of black cloaked figures. They were all wearing masks with long noses and standing absolutely still and silent. At the forefront of it all was a young man, probably a junior, who introduced himself as Odin, but Ray knew his real name was Jeremy.
The speech about joining the brotherhood and taking the oath made something inside Ray quiver with excitement. He drank the “raven’s blood” and said the oath without hesitation. He already felt a part of it and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would do anything he had to in order to become a Rook.
He reminded himself of that as he walked with the gauntlet and took each swing of the paddle with as little reaction as possible. Each hit hurt worse than the last one and by the time he got to then end of the line and took the smack from Jeremy his knees almost gave out, but he went on. He stood beside his fellow Squabs and tried not to let his face show how much pain he was actuallyfeeling.
The hazing went on for several days, each day with something new and painful to do. On the third day, Ray found himself summoned to the Rooks’ lair. He went, without question, and found Jeremy waiting for him. The older student was in his robe, but sitting in a chair looking as relaxed as ever.
“Close the door, lock it, and then come stand before me,” Jeremy told him.
Ray did as he was told and waited for further direction. He didn’t want to do anything without being told and risk rejection.
“I’ve heard that you have had lots of problems with Eli Gunnar,” Jeremy said.
“Yes, Most Exalted One,” Ray answered.
“He taped you to the flagpole a week ago, didn’t he? He left you to be seen by everyone,” Jeremy pressed.
Ray’s hands clenched into fists and fury welled up inside him at the reminder. “Yes, Most Exalted One.”
“How did that make you feel? Did it piss you off?”
“Yes, Most Exalted One.”
“Did it embarrass you?”
Ray wanted to deny that, but it would have been a lie. “Yes, Most Exalted One.”
“I bet you would like revenge, wouldn’t you, Squab?”
“Yes, Most Exalted One.”
“We can do that for you, Ray, but you have to decide how much you want that,” Jeremy said.
A shiver went down Ray’s spine at something he heard in Jeremy’s voice. “I really want it, Most Exalted One.”
“I’m sure you do,” Jeremy sneered. “but, are you willing to do anything I ask of you?”
That was a loaded question if Ray had ever heard one, but he knew the answer. If he didn’t make the Rooks, if he didn’t have them to watch his back, then Gunnar would continue to torment him. The things Gunnar was doing were already starting to escalate and he was afraid of what might be in store for him next.
“Yes, Most Exalted One.”
Jeremy smiled, something twisted and not friendly at all. “Then get on your knees, Squab, and worship me.”
Ray knew he couldn’t afford to hesitate. He dropped to his knees and bowed, but was taken completely by surprise when rough fingers tangled in his hair and pulled his head up.
“What are you doing, Squab?” Jeremy sneered.
That was when Ray saw that Jeremy had moved his robe aside and revealed his dick, hard and waiting. Ray swallowed hard and tried to pull back, but Jeremy’s fingers tightened and he hissed at the pain that radiated through his scalp. Any movement in any direction was going to hurt.
“I said, worship me,” Jeremy growled. “Worship me, or you can find out what Gunnar has in store for you next.”
Ray felt his stomach turn over. What choice did he have? He could refuse what Jeremy wanted and then suffer at Gunnar’s hands, alone. Or, he could suck Jeremy off and then never have to worry about Gunnar again and have brothers to stand by his side forever.
It didn’t matter that he’d never even thought about having another guy’s dick in his mouth. He had never thought about how to give a blowjob or what he should do, but that didn’t stop him. Jeremy led him down before releasing his grip on Ray’s hair.
“Make it good or no deal,” Jeremy added.
Ray swallowed his heart, which was beating in his throat, and leaned forward. He opened his mouth and tentatively licked at the head. It didn’t taste bad, but it didn’t taste good either. He didn’t let that stop him though, because he knew Jeremy would be mad if he didn’t keep going.
He took Jeremy further into his mouth and tried to convince himself that it wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever had to do. He carefully kept his teeth covered and went down before he went back to the head. He started to go back down again when Jeremy fisted his hair again and stopped him.
“Don’t you know why they call it ‘sucking off’? You have to actually suck,” Jeremy sneered. He then released his grip.
Trying to keep Jeremy’s words in mind, Ray got back to it. He put his hands on Jeremy’s thighs as he went down again. He tried to get a rhythm going and took note of anything he did that made Jeremy’s thigh muscles tighten up. Jeremy seemed to really like it when he used his tongue, especially on the head, which he paid special attention to a few times.
Jeremy was making soft sounds of pleasure and his hips twitched like he wanted to thrust. Suddenly his hand was on the back of Ray’s head. Startled, Ray tried to pull back, but Jeremy forced his head to stay down. At the same time, Jeremy’s hips jerked up and suddenly Ray found himself choking. He gagged and tried to pull back again, but Jeremy held him there, thrusting quick and sharp. He fucked Ray’s mouth with no regard for whether he could breathe or not.
“Ngh, just like that, fuck,” Jeremy gasped out.
Tears leaked out of the corner of Ray’s eye just before Jeremy once more fisted his hair and pulled him up and off. Ray gasped for breath and choked as Jeremy held his face in place. It took Ray a moment to realize that Jeremy was using his other hand to jerk off. He realized what was going to happen just in time to close his eyes.
“Open your mouth, Squab,” Jeremy ordered.
Ray didn’t want to, he really didn’t want to, but if he refused then what he’d just gone through would have meant nothing. He kept his eyes close and opened his mouth. He still jerked in surprise at the first splash of wet across his face, but stayed put and endured the rest of it in silent shame.
“Swallow,” Jeremy demanded.
Ray swallowed and winced as he did so. It was so disgusting, but not nearly as disgusting as the rest of his face which was wet and sticky. He kept telling himself that he did it for a good reason, that his place in the Rooks was secure.
“Look at me, Squab.”
Ray opened his eyes and looked up at his Pledge Master. Jeremy was looking at him with something in his eyes that Ray couldn’t identify. He was silent for an uncomfortably long time before he nodded as if he’d decided something.
“Clean yourself up,” Jeremy said. “Come back tonight.”
“Yes, Most Exalted One,” Ray said, though his voice was rough and gravely, barely there at all.
As he cleaned himself up, he hoped that he’d done the right thing.
That night, the Squab Ray died and the Rook was reborn. When Gunnar disappeared, Jeremy gave Ray a secret smile. Ray knew he’d made the right choice, but at the same time, a hatred for those gifted with the preflex ability blossomed in his heart. One day he would make sure Jeremy suffered for what he’d made Ray do and he promised himself that he would never let anyone else with preflex hurt him like that again.