Warnings: Non-Con, drug-references
Pairing: Alex Law/not unfamiliar, not-really-"OMC"
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A night out in a club doesn't end the way it was planned for Alex.
Notes: Thanks to Tem-Ve for the quick beta. Dedicated to Alex. Happy Birthday, Darling :)

Alex Law woke up as something cold was wrapped around his throat. Immediately, he started to panic as he realised that it was a length of chain, biting slightly into his skin. He felt dizzy, and it took him a while to take his surroundings in.

The room was dimly lit and he was naked, lying on his belly, his arms chained to the bed posts. His legs were free, but as he tried to move them they wouldn't obey. Something wasn't right here. He tried harder, tried to find a functioning neuron in his body - nothing.

Slowly, he began to remember. He had gone to the new night club earlier, having a good time - and then he saw this guy. Tall, slim, long black hair, ice-blue eyes... Xavior, that was his name. He had flirted with Xavior at the bar, and then... then his memory cut off, just like that. He couldn't remember what had happened between then and now. He must have been knocked out, a drug or something... that would explain his grogginess.

He moaned as the fog in his brain lifted some more and he recognised the room as a hotel room. Quite an expensive one, too. Only now did he become aware of another presence in the room. He lifted his head, straining to see, but the only thing that came into view were black leather jeans... jeans that were familiar. Xavior. So it was him.

He tried to speak; his was mouth dry, his tongue heavy. "Wha...?" was all he could manage.

"I want you to remember tonight, forever," he heard a voice say, silky, close to his left ear, the long hair tickling his cheeks, his nose.

Alex felt the other man shift, crouching over him, Alex' legs trapped between his knees, a gloved hand next to each of Alex' shoulders. He was terrified, but strangely aroused as Xavior pulled on Alex' hair and forced his head back, exposing the sensitive throat and sank his teeth into the flesh of it, biting just slightly, right above the chain that was wrapped around it. It sent a shiver down his spine and he groaned, not wanting this to feel so good.

Alex cried out as Xavior shifted again, now sitting on Alex' legs, and tightening the chain, forcing him to arch back, cutting off his oxygen supply. Fuck. He was certain now that he was going to die tonight. He panicked as his vision began to fade and he saw sparks before his eyes. Only a moment before he would faint yet again, the chain was released, causing him to gag and cough, his throat hurting so much.

And he was still aroused, trying to will it away, not wanting this.

"Fuck you," he rasped, his voice hoarse.

"Oh no, I think it will be the other way around tonight," Xavior answered, running a gloved hand down Alex' spine.

"Why me?"

"Why you? Because you are beautiful. Alex, that was the name, right?"

The hand travelled lower, cupping one of his cheeks, massaging it. Alex moaned, grinding his hips and cock into the mattress, embarrassed that he was reacting that way. He yelped as a finger slipped inside, dry, hurting him, stretching him. He felt so full already and tried to get away, squirming under Xavior's weight, struggling against the chains. Dimly he realised that the grogginess must've worn off, that he could move again.

Xavior slowly trailed his other hand down Alex' neck, over his back and underneath his body, twisting an already peaked nipple, causing Alex to cry out again, to squirm some more. He arched up, his back making contact with Xavior's chest, sweat making both their bodies slippery.

"So beautiful," Xavior breathed in his ear.

Gently, Xavior pulled his finger out and used his now free hand to force Alex' legs apart. A scream was torn from Alex' throat as Xavior pushed inside him with one deep stroke, one hand still tweaking and twisting his nipple, the other one now holding the chain around his neck. He felt pleasure and pain mixing in his body, both riding in waves through him, making him tremble and shake violently. He was angry, frustrated, throbbing with arousal and most of all just wanted it to be over.

The chain tightened around his throat as Xavior came close to his own orgasm. Alex couldn't breathe, his body arching, chest heaving, trying to get some oxygen into his body, straining... he felt Xavior's semen filling him and he tried to scream as the sensations washed over him.

Pain, pleasure, loss of oxygen... stars exploded before his eyes and it felt all so strange, he couldn't feel his body any more, felt as if he was floating, on some strange trip. Fuck, this surely wasn't a good sign. His hands were gripping the headboard of the bed, his knuckles turned white with the effort. A knife, suddenly, on his neck. A single drop of blood running down its blade. Those were the last things he perceived before the world around him turned dark again.

~~~~~

With a satisfied grin Xavior pulled out of the limp body and released the chain, allowing Alex to breathe. He left a single blood-red rose and a note on the bedside drawer. The note read: <i>Thank you for the great evening. I will see you again tomorrow night. I know that you will come to me again. X. </i>

- THE END -

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