Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Sadism ❯ One-Shot

Title. Crimson Sadism
Authour. ~sushisama~ (iGnOrEDgameR@hotmail.com)
Fandom. Castlevania
Warnings. Yaoi and rape. Not so much on the bad language, though, surprisingly enough.
Disclaimer. Castlevania is owned by Konami, along with all of its characters. I am in no way making money off of this fanfic.
Notes. It's been a while since I've really finished a fanfic. Yaya. The idea for this one came from the scene where Isaac kisses Trevor on the head. After I saw it, I was like, 'Butt secks!' Of course. Anyway, Read and review, please.

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It was a soft kiss on Trevor's head, a sadistic way of saying 'thank you.' Isaac held onto the mortal with one arm, the other hand still holding the dagger through poor Trevor's chest. The human sank slowly to his knees as the red-haired vampire behind him led him down. The stone floor beneath them glowed with the blood of Belmont, bathing both occupants of the large circular room in a red light.

Trevor felt the shift in the air, and he knew that evil was returning in its worst form. His eyes, still wide with shock, shed a single tear down his left cheek. Had he been so foolish to be led into this trap? He could sense the malice in the wind and heard the water leaving the great lake. What an idiot... Now Dracula would be...

"Don't think too much of it, my dear Belmont," Isaac whispered huskily in the mortal's ear. He slowly began to withdraw the blade from Trevor's side, enjoying the pained screams of his victim. Blood dripped from the spear, drops adding to the puddle ever growing on the floor. The vampire threw the weapon behind him, careful to miss the human. He knew the injury could be fatal if he was not healed soon enough. Yet, Isaac was not ready for this one to die. Maybe later, but not yet.

"You... bastard..." Trevor's words came in a rasped voice. He fell forward, just barely catching himself with his hands. He leaned heavily, about to fall completely, but Isaac's cruelly reassuring hand kept him up. "You... used me..." His teeth were clinched in pain, his eyes half-closed and narrowed in the hatred he felt. Isaac once more kissed him on the head, a small chuckle emerging from his threat.

"You were very honorable, Trevor," Isaac cooed in the other male's ear. The red-haired man's whispered breath sent a shiver down Trevor's spine. Something in the voice... Isaac was not going to kill him, was he? What kind of torture did the elder have in mind?

"But now, you will submit," came Isaac's last words. He moved his well-shaded hand over the Belmont's wound and applied pressure to it. Trevor cried out in pain, his scream almost as loud as when he was first struck. Isaac's grin only grew larger in sadistic pleasure. Both his arms were wrapped around the other male's body now, as he pressed up against his back, almost intimately. The scene would seem loving to anyone just looking in, but would still be unusual because of all the blood.

Trevor thought for sure that he was going to die in this place, with no children to his name. Here, the Belmont name would end, due to his idiocy and the man behind him. Anger flashed through his face, both at himself and the vampire who was digging slightly into his open wound. He stopped crying out in pain, submitting to what he believed was his fate. He had figured that one day, this would be the way of his proud family name, but he did not know that it would be him ending it.

The mortal's dark eyes opened in surprise when he felt his shirt being pulled up. He looked over his shoulder at his tormenter, with morbid curiosity as to what he would do next. The vampire smiled at him, his long fangs showing at the corners of his mouth. Trevor saw something in those eyes, but he could not place the emotion he was sensing. The air smelled differently now, the stench of evil not nearly as powerful as the scent given off by Isaac. It was not a vile stench, but a scent that made Trevor think twice about Isaac's intentions.

"If you relax, Belmont," the creature of the night began, ghosting a kiss over his captive's back, "then this won't hurt too, too much. You may even enjoy it..."

Enjoy... what...? thought Trevor. However, as the vampire began to spread more feather-light kisses along his back, he suddenly realised what that look in Isaac's eyes was: lust. Was the vampire really going to...? Trevor shuddered at the thought, something that did not go unnoticed by Isaac. The vampire's smile became more feral, and his kisses became fierce bites.

Trevor did not cry out in pain this time, but moaned his disapproval of Isaac's actions. Now that he knew what was coming, he wanted to get out more than ever. Out from the monster's grip, out from this room, out of the situation all together. He began to squirm, trying to loosen Isaac's strong grip, but he was too weak from blood lose for it to be very effective.

"Now, now, Trevor, don't be like that," Isaac commanded gently. His hand, still over the open wound, began to dig into the hole. Trevor yelled in pain before collapsing further to the floor. He was all on fours, but his arms were barely supporting him. Were it not for the hand Isaac had placed at his hip holding up his back end, he would've fallen completely by now.

Isaac's hand left the open wound, his fingers covered in the mortal's blood. Trevor turned his head around again, watching as the vampire seductively licked the crimson off his long digits. With each lick, Trevor grew more and more certain of Isaac's intentions for him.

The vampire's ever smiling face came down towards him, kissing him on the cheek. "Don't look so upset, Trevor. This is my way of saying 'thank you' for what you've done." With that remark, Isaac began to pull down Trevor's pants, pooling the leather at the man's bent knees, revealing the human's sleeping member.

"No...!" cried Trevor, as he weakly began to struggle again. "I won't let you use me anymore, Isaac."

Isaac rolled his eyes, before bringing his hand back to the wound. He hovered over it momentarily, making Trevor stop. The human was smart enough to know what would happen if he continued to make a fuse.

"Good Trevor," Isaac taunted, moving his hand away from the hole. "You've realised how painful this could be, haven't you? But if you relax and submit, you'll like it, I promise... Here, let me show you..."

Isaac's cold hand enclosed itself around Trevor's flaccid member. He began to pump on it, moving his hand up and down until the penis started to come to life. A tear formed at the corner of Trevor's eye, the humiliation and shame he was feeling almost unbearable. He turned his head away from the vampire, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing him shed any tears.

"There, there, Trevor," Isaac whispered into his ear. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, not if you like it. It's perfectly natural." As he said these comforting words, he took his hand away from Trevor's member and began to unsheathe his own throbbing hard on.

This moment was almost too perfect for Isaac. Ever since he had laid eyes on the gorgeous man beneath him, he had wanted to make the human beg for him. He had not originally come here to have his way with Trevor, but once the blood was spilt, he saw his chance and took it. The man he had longed for for three years would now be his, if only for this one moment.

"Please..." Trevor begged, his tear splashing on the floor. So foolish was he, to be lured into this trip... and now...

"Please, what?" Isaac asked, returning to Trevor's cock. "Do you want more?" he cooed, as he rubbed the member gently. Trevor moaned in half-pleasure, half-shame, which only made Isaac more persistent. "Then I'll give you more..." His hand moved away again, traveling back up to the wound. Trevor winced in anticipation, as the vampire slowly worked his fingers into the hole. He only let out a small gasp of pain as the immortal dug into him, pulling out two fingers coated in blood.

"Be calm now, Trevor," Isaac said, his voice still deceptively gentle. He slid one of the crimson-coated fingers into Trevor's entrance, making the man yelp in surprise. The feeling was unusual at first, but as Isaac moved the finger in and out, he grew used to it. And, damaging as it was to his pride, a moan of pleasure escaped from his throat.

The moan was enough to send Isaac's head in a spin. He was going to be kind and stretch the man out, but knowing that Trevor was maybe enjoying it threw him for a loop. The lust he felt grew, and before he could think twice, he slammed his hard cock into Trevor's still tight anus.

Trevor cried out in pain at the sudden intrusion. He had hoped that Isaac would be more kind to him, but now he realised he was a fuck toy to the vampire and nothing but. As Isaac thrusting into him harder and harder, Trevor finally submitted, despite the pain. His hands crumbled in front of, until it was only his back end that remained off the ground. He winced at each harsh thrust, wishing for the end of this humiliation, but a part of his mind wanted him to scream in ecstasy, especially when Isaac hit a certain spot.

The vampire threw back his head, moaning in pleasure. His eyes were closed, and a gentle grin was on his face. Finally, he had two things he'd been wanting for the past three years: the resurrection of Castlevania as well as this fine specimen he was pounding into the ground. The virgin asshole was the perfect thing he needed to unwind, to forget for a moment about Hector and the rest of the evening's events. To him, this was better than any form of drug, any lick of blood. This was everything, this moment right now.

"So... tight...." Isaac said through a moan. He was pleased when he heard a scream of pleasure from the body underneath him, making him moan even louder. He leaned over the man as he continued to pump into him, grabbing the human's hardened member. He moved along with his thrusts, earning him another moan from Trevor.

"Do you want more, Trevor?" Isaac breathed heavily into the Belmont's ear. Trevor was silent, for he did not want to give the demon satisfaction knowing that Trevor was actually enjoying this. Isaac still had a hand at Trevor's hips, and his fingernails began to dig in when he got no response. Trevor yelped in pain, before moaning in pleasure again.

"Answer me, Trevor, or I could make it worse..."

Trevor hesitated before he whispered, "More..."

"Hmm, what was that?" Isaac asked, mocking the man beneath him. He slowed his pace a little, going in and out at a considerably lesser speed than before. Trevor almost whimpered at the lose in speed. "You must speak up, Belmont."

"MORE!" Trevor cried without thinking. He opened his eyes for the first time since Isaac had invaded him, surprised at himself for what he had just screamed. His eyes soon closed again, however, as tears of shame rolled down the side of his face.

"That's what I thought..." Isaac replied with a grin. He began up again, this time faster and harder. As the pace quickened, Trevor began his pants and moans again, until he was screaming in pleasure. The sounds Trevor was making only added to the euphoria Isaac was feeling, and brought him close to the edge.

Isaac's ministrations only want on for a few more minutes. He let go of Trevor's member, holding onto his back end with both hands as he pounded the young man. Trevor was the first to scream his release, as his seed spilled into the pool of blood beneath him. Hearing Trevor, Isaac decided not to hold back any longer. With a few more thrusts, he threw his head back, howling his own orgasm. His semen filled Trevor's hole, making the human feel very warm inside.

After a moment of heavy breathing from both parties, Isaac finally let go of the Belmont, letting the human fall to the floor. He rolled over on his side, his dark hair getting wet with blood. The mixture of blood lose and pleasure hit him hard, and felt the world getting fuzzy.

"That was good, Trevor," Isaac almost purred, leaning down to kiss Trevor's cheek. He stood up then, putting his now spent member back into his pants. He looked down at the human as he was losing consciousness, his grin ever present.

There were words at the tip of Isaac's tongues, words he did not want to say yet. Maybe after he had resurrected his Lord, he could have the Belmont for his own, and speak all the calming things he wanted to. But, for now, he would say nothing kind, nothing that would seem he was attached to the idea of keeping Trevor around.

That was a rather good fuck, though, Isaac thought as he stared down at the human who was curling up in the fetal position. I don't see why Lord Dracula won't let me keep him as a pet...

As he thought this, Trevor's thoughts were of shame and humiliation. He began to cry as he realised what had just happened. Tears were falling as he was losing consciousness, mixing with the blood and semen on the floor.

"Until next time," was all Trevor could hear as he saw Isaac walking away from him. Trevor's thoughts turned to ones about death just before the world went black.