hook, line and sinker

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warning for rape and references to child molestation


People liked to talk about how bums were the dregs of humanity. Those people weren't being creative enough.

If there was anything Vincenzo loved more than anything, it was games, and he loved playing games with dirty, disgusting people, in particular. And if there was ever a place with an influx of dirty, disgusting people, it was Underground.

Tonight, his health was at its peak, and he was in full on hunting mode. It was funny, how a monster like him could so easily disguise himself as prey. With a glamour necklace around his neck hiding his abominable arm and eye, Vincenzo looked like a stereotypical angel, naturally soft features framed perfectly by golden, wavy hair.

He entered the Underground with uncertain steps to make it look like he was going here begrudgingly, sat at a bench, and waited for his "date." His hands, holding his phone carefully like a baby bird, was settled on his lap. As the sky grew darker and the night's music turned louder, and the people became drunker and drunker, he knew it was just a matter of time before something interesting came up. He waited, and he looked miserable as he sat there, when in truth, his heart was holding back a wave of excitement.


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Disgusting. Humanity was disgusting. Sticky, wet and warm bodies shook in tune to the pulse of the bass. Women and men from every side. Kain may be beaming at the scene around him, but inside, he was churning with disgust. Little devils. All of them. It was so hard to look for somebody who was pure nowadays. Then again, he supposed being in one of the underground clubs really wasn't an ideal place to be looking.

It wasn't long before a flash of gold caught his eye from past the window outside and he had to look twice to see whether he had seen what he thought he saw or not. There, sat upon one of the benches, was an angel. A lost little lamb. The beam turned into a leering grin as Kain watched and waited. He walked amongst the pulsing crowd and observed from in between bodies and beyond glass walls.

For a while, the little lamb did nothing and nothing happened to him. And oh, how deliciously lost he looked. One more soul to corrupt, one more lamb to turn into a wolf much like the mindless, beating bodies around him. The perfect way to spice up the night before he moved on to lesser men later on.

After a while of watching the doll look around in unease, Kain finally decided to come towards him with a couple drinks in hand, two clear bottles of vodka borrowed from the owner of the club that was opposite the bench out in the cool night.

"Well, well, well," Kain said, grin still strapped onto his face, and without intention to hide it any time soon. Let the doll feel a little bit of fear. He was going to get a lot worse afterwards. Kain took a seat next to him, giving him enough personal space, for now, as he offered one of the bottles. "And what might a cute lil' lamb like ya be doing out here on this sketchy part a' town?"

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Now there was a taker.

Vincenzo bit back a loud, cruel laugh. Really, there was nothing about this situation that wasn't comical, from this man's try-hard punk getup to the way he talked. So pathetic, so easily fooled. Vincenzo loved playing with his food first before he chewed them up and spat them out worse than they came in, and it was entirely going to be this guy's fault too for underestimating a man in a shady crowd.

Let him think he was the predator. Vincenzo wanted to see and experience the breadth of his depravity before he struck out like a viper hidden in a bush.

Now, acting. Acting was something he was talented in. He'd been acting his whole life. In this scene, he played the role of the victim well, jumping from his seat with eyes like a frightened deer. He hugged his arms close to his chest, entire body language screaming go away, go away.

Tentatively, he spoke up out of nothing but pure politeness, "I'm not... really looking for company. I was supposed to meet a date here. I really like him but..." He looked at the ground. "I think he stood me up." He rubbed his arms, staring at the ground, tears starting to well up. His lips trembled. Oh, that was definitely convincing. "I-I'm kind of scared going back. I can't believe they don't turn on most of the streetlights here. Do you know a way to call a cab, sir?" He ended the question with a lilting, hopeful note, as if he wanted to believe that someone would be considerate enough to lead him out. It was an opening, of course. My, my, was he generous tonight.
 

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Uncertainty and hesitation. Caution. Squirming in his seat like he wanted to get out of here and away. Too late now, Kain mused as he leaned closer, an arm resting around the blond's shoulders. Caught with no way out, and hell if Kain would ever let this one go without giving him a good, long taste of sin.

As Kain watched the doll recount his oh-so-tragic sob story, he couldn't help but think that maybe he wasn't as pure as he imagined. A rebellious little angel, because to hear him say 'he stood me up' was more than enough to tell a bit of the story. He's gay, bisexual or bicurious. And most likely, a cute, cocooned doll like him wouldn't know better than to trust guys who wanted to meet in the shadier parts of town for adventure or a mishap sense of trust, for an exciting roller-coaster romance. And it must be his lucky night tonight because the lamb just offered to walk into the grill.

"Blindsided jerk, that's what he is. 'Specially after leavin' a pretty lil' thing like ya hangin'." And damn if he wasn't going to be taking the piece of meat hanging in front of him. Kain reined his excited leer into a kind smile and nodded. "Sure do. The end of downtown isn't too far from here," he supplied helpfully. "Want me ta show ya the way? It's just a few blocks away."

He already felt giddy with excitement. Little blond doll won't even know what hit him until Kain's inside him, holding him up against a wall, thrusting into a virgin ass and biting and licking. Until he's bleeding from the assault, begging, pleading, regretting, wishing he'd never come here. Oh... how delicious it would be to see him crying, eyes squinted, teeth clenched, throat stretched and straining in helpless, futile attempts at calling for help. Kain wondered what kind of catch this was; if he was one to accept his fate, or one who'd learn to enjoy it halfway, or if he'd bargain his way out even when it's too late, or if he was a fighter. Fighters were Kain's favorite. They always came up with the funniest, albeit endearing, ways of getting out. Some were more creative than others, but their struggles were enjoyable all the same.
 

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There were so many exciting layers to this little adventure! The man was putting on an act to trick him, trying to catch a fly in his web when he wasn't even smart enough to realize he had already been caught. He couldn't blame him, he supposed. He was dropping hints of a bigger picture with his words. There was a certain artistry involved in lying. You want to give stuff away, but not too much.

Still. His talents aside, this was absolutely hilarious. Vincenzo was having such a fun time. He wondered what this man was planning on doing to him. From the way he was talking and acting around him, it sounded like rape was on the menu tonight. Oh, that was just sad. Did mommy never hug him as a child? Did she hug him a little too much?

Vincenzo stood up from his seat, hands close to his chest, eyes glossy and smile so wide it felt like it was going to crack his face. "Please do! Thank you so much! I'll follow wherever you go. Lead the way." He closed his eyes and sighed in 'relief'. "Thank God. I was a little worried I'd have to walk all by myself. There's a smaller chance we'd get mugged on the way when there's the two of us, right?" He smiled at him warmly, as if saying he lucked out with this one. He was so fortunate to meet a good person in the Underground.

True to what he said, he would follow behind him wherever he went, albeit in slower, cautious steps. Where was he going to lead him, hmm? He hoped somewhere dark. And private. The best kinds of criminals were the ones that worked behind closed doors.
 

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What a catch. The way the blond just jumped so quickly at the mention of helping him get out of here and the way he smiled so trustingly. Innocent. The way he stated that two travelers would be seen less as targets than one. Naive. "Thank God." Pure.

Well, he won't be thanking any god soon because Kain's got other plans for him. Kain stood as well and led the way, down the street and making turns here and there till they were in a busier part of the Underground. Sometimes the noise gave off the feel that it's closer to the main road. Not this time. In actually, it was all really just because this part was close to a fight club where a lot of people visited when they weren't here for the clubs. "We're close," he said. "Ya know, whoever he is, he's gotta be really stupid..."

Kain waited till they were stepping past a dark alley before he turned and took the lamb's wrist. He pulled him towards the darkness with a sly, hungry grin on his lips and twisted his wrist so that the blond had his back to him and his hand was painfully turned at his back. Taking his chance, Kain clamped a hand around his prey's mouth and started pushing him deeper in to the darkness.

"'Cuz I'd never pass up a chance ta spend a night with someone like ya," Kain said in the blond's ear. He chuckled and pushed him further before he decided that this was far enough from the public eye and then pushed the blond into a wall. He pressed his body against the blond both to keep him pinned and to let him know just what he'd gotten himself into. He rested the hand that clamped the blond's mouth on the wall next to his head instead while he ground his hips into him. "Didn't your mama teach ya not to follow handsome, devilish strangers anywhere?"
 

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Ohhh. He was leading him deeper and deeper into the Underground, and Vincenzo knew this because he knew the place like the back of his hand. They passed by the Fox, and they were getting nearer and nearer to the old Fight Club. These dark, little holes were where the most desperate of them went, crippled by poverty but still scraping for a good time.

A few people caught sight of him and either stiffened up or walked to the other direction, hoping he didn't see them. It was so lovely having a reputation. It took all his willpower not to have a happy skip in his step.

As they passed by an alley, he was suddenly grabbed — and, oh! Was the show about to begin? How exciting! He gave Kain a show as they went deeper and deeper into the dark alley, squirming and struggling under his grip, and for the most part the struggling was legit. Loathe as he was to admit it, Vincenzo was weak, and if he didn't have great magic under his control, he would've been thoroughly fucked. The guy was strong. Rapists often were.

Concerns aside, he couldn't help but notice the smell of garbage and corpses started attacking his senses. The wall in front of him in particular smelled vaguely of piss. Ugh. Dirty. Filthy. No class at all. He would've preferred a sterilized basement. He was going to get sick for days, but if he was going down, he was taking him down with him. Now that they were finally alone, the laughter Vincenzo was so consciously holding back broke into loud, cruel notes into the air, echoing into the empty void of the alley.

"Help me, mommy, I'm so scared!" The tone in his voice couldn't be interpreted as anything other than pure sarcasm. The arm his rapist was so thoughtfully holding happened to be his monster claw, and inside it was enough raw electricity to power the entire city. The arm crackled with raw energy and, without warning, sent enough electric shocks up Kain's body that could temporarily stun a damn horse. The glamour hiding Vincenzo's eye and arm fizzled under the raw magic, revealing him to be the monster that he was, terrifying and overwhelming. "You sad, sad man. Didn't your mama ever warn you about things that go bump in the night?"
 

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Kain licked his lips as he ground harder against the blond, however his smile morphed into a bemused frown when the other started to shake with laughter and calling mockingly for help. He tightened his grip on the other then, wondering what was happening. It was too late when he realized that something was wrong with his prey. Too late to let go of the blond.

The shock easily fried his nerves, making him see white within seconds and stupefying him. Jaw clenching unintentionally, fingers twitching into claw-like curves, heart skipping a beat. He hadn't even had the time to scream before his body fell into the dirty concrete. In seconds, however, he was sitting up and shaking it off.

The demon looked up at his prey, looking for the device that had suddenly sent a shock through him. He found nothing in the blond's hands. Instead, he saw a clawed, black limb that emitted a faint glow and an eye that was black where it should be white and gold where it was a purple matching orb to its pair only seconds earlier. And Kain understood, then.

He'd walked into a trap. Impressive. Who'd have thought that the blond lamb could offer more than the eye can see? Well, then again, that was the point of illusions and lies. He should have known better, really, being a master of illusions himself. In his defense, he'd say he was bored enough to play along. In reality, blondie truly did take him by surprise. But he can roll with this. This can turn out funner than he planned.

"Guess she never did," he said, tone quickly changing to a more natural rumble and his hair and eyes shifting from black to a dark red. The color shift almost invisible in the darkness of the alley. Slowly, he pushed himself up and showed a now sharp-toothed grin. "Not that I'd have listened anyway."

In a show of challenge, he licked his lips and took a step forward, still planning on continuing on with his game despite Player 2's unanticipated metamorphosis. The little lamb is gone now. Unclean. Impure. Sly. A wolf. But he didn't mind. Wolves were delicious, too.
 

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Vincenzo laughed in delight as his "rapist" fell back because of his little surprise. It was so tempting to drag his body off somewhere dark and play with him, until he too experienced the brand of fear his other victims felt, magnified tenfold — and he didn't even need to ask if he'd done this before. From the way he was acting, it was obvious he'd raped innocents many, many times.

It was so disappointing he got back up again, but he could work with this. The man's confident stride didn't intimidate him. Vincenzo met him halfway, pressing against him, reaching out to caress his cheek with his normal hand and breathing hot against his lips.

"You're disgusting," he said, in a low, mocking, sing song tone. "Do you feel powerful forcing your dick in places they don't belong? What are you compensating for, hm? Did Uncle Joe touch your no-no places when mommy and daddy weren't around?"

He chuckled, and ended it with a suggestive gasp. He let his eyes linger on this man's lips like a famished predator being presented with prey. In a swift movement, he grabbed his dear old rapist's dick through his jeans with his sharp claw, squeezing, sharp in all the wrong, unpleasant ways.

"What to do, what to do? Maybe I should rip something off and do Manta Carlos' residents a favor!" He grinned. "Come on, baby. Play with me tonight."
 

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If he'd been normal, mortal, maybe he'd be shaking now. It wouldn't even matter whether he's a felonious rapist or otherwise because the supposedly 'prey's' look was enough to send shivers down anybody's spine. But he wasn't, and he couldn't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Hearing a laugh like that, Kain wanted to try being on the mortal side all of a sudden because this is definitely a first for him. Wonder what it must feel like to see such a feral look like that aimed at him for the first time and knowing he's powerless to escape it or do anything.

Kain licked his lips, matching the blond's gaze as he lifted his hand to the demon's cheek. Pressing even more into the blond, he hummed a low rumbling tone after hearing the other's words. Almost pushing him back with just his larger stature. "Can't say I remember whether he did or not. I can only ever recall 'daddy's' hand on me," he replied with a leer.

In a second, something was around his member. Kain hissed. Eyes narrowed, feet froze. The first thing that came to his mind was that this son of a gun could have neutered him, holding him all so suddenly with blade-like fingers like that. However the thought melted into pleasure. Kain could still feel his dick. Stinging, it might be bleeding. Strange, he thought, picturing his dick covered in blood that is his own.

And suddenly the repercussions, the possible dangers of this little encounter disappeared from his head. Somebody was willing to play with him. And damn if he wasn't going to enjoy this. He was already hard just thinking about the possibilities of a non-mortal as a playmate. Oh, the things he had in mind...

Kain chuckled and, just as suddenly, he placed a hand over the one gripping his dick, tightening it. He bit his lip. "Not here," he breathed, gazing into mismatched orbs. They could take a while. Better not do it in public if that's the case. There's a love hotel nearby. They could sneak into a room. Hell if he was going to pay for a sex den. Then again, with a partner this spicy, it might be worth the cash. "I know a place."
 
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