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Char's more than eager to root out and expose all those nasty half-human size-shifters trying to secretly infiltrate fae communities. But his most recent date turns out to be one of them, and Vincent's convinced Char doesn't really hate humans as much as he hates what he wants them to do to him. Can the proud human-hating fae stop himself from giving in to the massive sexy power of human domination?

There were probably better things to do after a weird second date than covertly follow your date back home. Char was well aware of this and still couldn’t seem to stop himself. He initially thought the weirdness could be related to living so close to humans (gardenfae were certainly weirder than woodfae), but the overwhelming weird vibe of the second date kind of discounted that. He was saying weird things for sure, expressing familiarity with some human places no fae in their right mind would be at, but it was also the general cockiness. It really made Char wanna stick his dick in the guy, yeah, but kind of off-putting too. He just didn’t understand where it was coming from.

He saw Vin walking off in the direction of a quadruplex that bordered the field. The landscaping and trees and rocks near the house didn’t seem to show any signs of settlement and Char felt growing dread. God, he wasn’t a housefae , was he? Sure enough, there was a well-maintained entrance in an outside wall covered up by a shrub.

Jesus Christ, a housefae. No wonder Vin hadn’t mentioned it. He prayed that Vin was at least getting his own food. He didn’t think he could even be friends with someone who stole out of human cabinets like some sort of pest.

Just being in the little passageway felt degrading. Cleaned up, sure, but nothing was gonna stop it from being a little dank and dusty. As he traveled in deeper, voices became clearer in the distance and his instincts set off. He should probably get out of here. Humans that close…

“No, dude, I don’t wanna talk about the date.”

His ears perked up. That sounded like Vin. If Vin was openly living with a human being…

“Fine, it was fine, I guess. He was kind of acting weird the whole time.”

No, that was definitely a human voice. His curiosity still propelled him forward.

The passage eventually opened up behind a bookshelf with an okay view of the living room. Little one-bedroom apartment, kind of messy. Two dudes sitting on the coach, watching a football game and sharing a bowl of chips.

“Yeah, but you’re going for number three?” the other human asked, the one without the familiar voice. “Gonna tell him eventually?”

“Not sure. I can’t really get a read on him with that kinda thing. Oh, shit. Hold on. I think I hear a guest.” Both of them fell silent. Char frowned. Hell did that mean?

Abruptly, thumping, clattering, the insane shaking floor as feet pounded against it, and before Char had any time to react there was a human staring him down. He went to mad dash away, but with a quiet “oh no you don’t”, the man snatched him up and gripped him tight, holding down his arms just out of reach of his dagger, and stood up. The sudden change made Char sick to his stomach, and now there were feet between him and the ground.

The other human watched with mild interest. "That's such a weird talent," he muttered as he turned back to the TV.

Char shook and squirmed, trying to desperately manage any self defense he could think of. He couldn’t angle his head right to bite, he couldn’t get his dagger, he couldn’t scratch, he had no one to call out to, and all of it would result in him tumbling to the floor with no time to prepare himself anyways. This guy was either beyond lucky, or he knew exactly what a fae's mind went to when faced with a human captor. “Fuck,” he hissed, looking up to the human’s eyes, putting on his most desperate expression. “Pl-please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want." He frowned. “Wait.”

The curly hair, the confident expression, same lean build, same straight nose…

Vincent analyzed him back at the same time. It was always weird to adjust to seeing someone small, but that was him, alright. It could wait for when Char was less terrified, but he looked cute in his hand… His appreciation for chubby guys dramatically increased when he was holding them. Vincent grimaced. “Dude, did you follow me home?”

“I-I was right to!” he sputtered. “I knew you were acting weird, and I was right! All this, some kind of elaborate trap?”

“Yeah, right, now I’m gonna eatcha.”

The other human broke away from the TV and frowned over at them. “What the hell are you telling him? No he is not.”

“Butt out, Tyler! This is fae business.” Vincent sighed. “Okay, listen. How about I set you down and you actually hear me out. And no running away!”

Char nodded. Vincent believed him, actually, he’d developed a good sense of when people were lying about that. Vincent set him down on the bar bordering their kitchen and rested his arms on the counter.

“You’re half human,” Char muttered.

“Quarter, actually.”

“And you didn’t tell me!?”

“Not exactly second date material.”

“But-but you didn’t tell anyone! You kept it a secret from all of us!”

“Well, okay-”

“It is true. You do want us captive! You- if I don’t come back home, they’ll figure it out. Won’t be the first time I rooted out a shifter.”

His eyes widened. “Excuse me? …Wait, Anna?”

Char grinned and nodded. “Yeah, I got her out fast. Got us all a little safer that day.”

Vincent glared, open-mouthed, and Char got a lot less confident watching his face go cold. “You little- so the stepping incident, you made up that lie!” He jabbed his chest and Char stumbled backwards.

“I- well, it was more collaborative.”

Tyler had totally lost interest in the game.

Vincent death gripped him. Char whimpered. “You are such a weasel. Anna’s ruined, you know that? You know how depressed she is? And she didn’t even do shit. She was planning on telling everyone in a few weeks before your little plan came to fruition.”

Tyler frowned. “What’s up with Anna?”

Vincent stormed over and gave Tyler a good look at his captive’s face. “Turns out my mediocre date was with the asshole who ratted her.”

Char was properly shaking. He whispered “help me”.

Tyler grimaced. “I gotta be honest, you’re rapidly losing my sympathy here.”

“Tyler, lemme use your bedroom.”

“Don’t do anything too fucked up, man.”

He grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ll use a towel.” Char screamed and writhed.

“Just… nothing illegal. Promise me that."

“Nothing illegal.”

He grabbed a towel from the bathroom cupboard and slammed the door to Tyler’s room. Char’s heartbeat was like a drum against his fingertips. “You’re gonna rape me?” he squealed.

“Oh, no way.” Vincent tossed him to the carpet and he grunted. He tossed the towel to the side. “I don’t need to rape you, Char. You wanna know why?”

He gulped.

Vincent stood one leg to rip off one sock, then the other. “Because I know your type.” The two massive, bony feet loomed over Char, earning his horrified attention. He flexed his toes. “You despise humans more than anything, but you’ve never had a single negative interaction with one. And I know why. You’re compensating.”

“C-compensating?”

“You’re putting up a barrier between you and the images plaguing you when you’re trying to get off. Am I right?”

He trembled, still staring at the feet. Vincent leaned back onto his heel, exposing the ball of his foot.

“Well, go on,” he teased.

Char crawled forward, one hesitant movement at a time. He reached out to touch the tip of his big toe, then leaned forward and planted a kiss.

Vincent smiled and wiggled his toe up. It hit Char in the face and he yelped. As soon as he recovered, he committed himself, kissing and licking his toes, slowly moving to the undersides.

“Aw, did the little guy finally accept his place in the food chain?” Vincent picked his foot up and rolled Char underneath it, squeezing his little head between his toes. “And I know what you’re thinking. I must really and truly be a human if that’s what I think of fae. But you’re wrong. That’s not what I think of fae, it’s what I think of you .”

Char whimpered as the ball of his foot compressed his face to the floor. He’d been planning on topping this guy. What the fuck was happening?

“Not to lecture from so high up… But I do like to think of us as a proud species, maybe even above petty squabbling over ancestry. I really do. And you’re leaving your own people booted to the curb. What a sad excuse for a fae.” He sat down, relieving some of the pressure on Char.

Char crawled out from under his sole, enough to free his upper body. Vincent could fight the rage off enough to still check in on his condition- battered, but definitely still turned on. “You-you wouldn’t understand. You can switch back-”

Vincent cackled. “I wouldn’t understand? Char, my mama’s all fae. What’s that mean? Quick.”

“It means you were born-”

“First five years of my life before I managed my first turn! Anna too- not that it matters. If we were born human, we’d still be full, real fae. If we didn’t find out til we were twenty, we’d be real fae.” His big toe compressed Char’s chest and he coughed.

“Then-then turn back. Now.”

Vincent grinned and plucked him up from the floor. With one hand, he held him, pinching his arms to his sides, and with his other hand he brought his knuckle to Char’s crotch and so, so lightly stroked him. Char gasped and tried to grind against him. His movement was restricted enough to stop him. “Aw,” Vincent cooed. “I don’t really think you want me to, Char. Do you like being a little toy? Are you so obsessed with getting turned into someone’s tiny pet that you think everyone’s out to get you?”

He threw his head back and moaned.

“And that’s really the issue with fetishists.” Vincent bounced to his feet again, shaking Char up. He grabbed the towel as he stood and tossed it onto the bed, Char following it, fighting his way out of the folds. Vincent took his shirt off and threw it onto the ground. “Imagine if you weren’t bogged down by self hatred. Anna wouldn’t have lost most of her friends, for one. But then maybe we go on our, I don’t know, our fourth date, maybe if we’re getting along I tell you then.” He pulled down his jeans and stepped out of them. Char was entranced by just… all that body. Long expanses of lean muscle stretching above him, some delicate chest hair, powerful legs, the bulge in his boxers. Vincent still seemed to be a little too riled up to get properly hard. “And then! And then you could’ve politely asked me to mistreat you. Wouldn’t be my first time.”

Char balked. “How many people have you stepped on?”

He shrugged. “Like seven?”

“SEVEN?”

“Well I’ve never sat down and counted them. Um, there was Oma, Petra, Ilian-”

“PETRA? But he’s not- he wouldn’t-”

“You know what his favorite is?” Vincent grinned and slipped out of his boxers. He played loosely with his dick. “Petra loves it when I get my cock out, and I grab him and slide his little body up and down, and I aim into his mouth…” He was getting hard fast remembering that. Char gawked at his growing member in half-horror.

“But-but he’s such a leader.”

Vincent leaned in fast, his hand slamming down inches from Char. Char jumped. “I know!” he said. “And he orders me around all the time. Because it doesn’t matter .”

Char stared blankly up at him. His brain was fully overloaded.

Vincent held his cock over the towel, tip pointed to Char, and bit his lip. Char watched, frozen, waiting for the inevitable. Then Vincent giggled and shook his head. “Nah,” he said. He bent down to pick up his underwear.

“Wait, wait, what do you mean?” Char sputtered.

“Bit far, don’t you think? You’ve learned your lesson.” Vincent paused right as he was about to cover his erection. He looked at Char with wide eyes. “You’re not telling me… you want my cock on you?”

Char looked down at the towel.

He leaned over the bed, fully looming over Char, grinning maniacally. “Say it.”

“I-I want your cock on me,” he muttered.

“Yeah? What else do you want?”

He covered his face. “I wanna go in your shoe and-and I want you to stuff me in your pants and kidnap me and I want you to-to catch me in front of everyone else and humiliate me.”

“Oh, you’re gonna be humiliated for sure.” He tugged the towel forwards, landing Char directly underneath his shaft. He reached up and Vincent grabbed it back. “Ah-ah-ah. After this, we go straight to the council and you’re gonna admit that you lied to them, and you’re gonna fight like hell to get Anna un-exiled.”

He nodded eagerly.

“ Actually. ”

“Yes, yes!”

“Take off your clothes.” Char flushed. “So you can clean up afterwards. If you come to them smelling like cock, they’re never gonna take you seriously.”

He nodded and quickly stripped, throwing his clothes to the side. Vincent watched, Char’s view of his face eclipsed by his cock. As he finished pulling off his underwear, Vincent slid his hand underneath him and brought him to his face. He ran his thumb down Char’s body, lingering to press on his belly. He smiled. “If I can be honest, though… I’m gonna love feeling you underneath me.”

Vincent brought him in and pulled his broad tongue up across his chest, flicking his tongue-tip against his nipple. He smiled when Char shuddered, and the hot air of his laugh washed over him. “It’s not all domination. God, the taste…” He pulled Char’s arm all the way into his mouth and slowly pulled it out, running his tongue along the underside, pressing Char’s fingers between his tongue and lip as they came free. Char watched everything with neutral, wide eyes, too overwhelmed to form any proper opinions on what was being done to him. On what he was allowing to be done to him. Some nagging part of him still insisted that this was terrible, that it was traitor to his species, but Vincent’s mouth felt amazing, like the same warm comfort of sticking his dick in someone scaled to ridiculous proportions.

Vincent pushed Char’s chin up with his thumb to look over his face. His demeanor was shifting. His touch had become so much gentler. “It’s just as incredible on both ends,” he sighed. “Fuck, I would know. Landscapes of naked body versus the-the ridiculous little details you see holding someone. That’s all I think, when I’ve got one of my friends in my hand. You’re so perfect like this.”

Char had a second to take that in before he was soaked again. Vincent’s tongue coated his entire body indiscriminately, brushing lightly over his dick, torturing him, smothering his face and forcing him to sputter. Vincent took a moment to work up some spit and Char had a moment to breathe.

“What are you doing?” he panted.

“Tyler doesn’t have any lube. Isn’t that crazy?” He spat on Char’s chest. The liquid (thin, thankfully) spread and ran down his body, just starting to drip down his thigh when Vincent set him back down on the towel. He rested his hands on either side of him and tipped his pelvis down.

Vincent shivered as he first made contact. The warm body, his own spit, his dick pressing down on soft flesh… he’d never get tired of it. Char embraced him. God, the little fingers feeling around on his skin, Char’s tongue slowly trailing up the underside of his head. He took his time standing still, appreciating the sensations, reveling in Char’s subjugation. Half the fun was the sex and the other half was knowing that he was right .

Vincent pushed his pelvis forward, running Char against him, feeling the details of his body, the soft and the sharp and the intricate, slide across his skin. The little form underneath him whimpered and wriggled and Vincent closed his eyes and smiled.

He slid back and forth across Char with slow strokes. Taking a cock like this was exhausting, and he could feel Char’s movement slowing down. It wouldn’t really get Vincent off either- it was the kind of stimulation that required a lot of patience.

He opened one eye. Char was absolutely bedraggled. When Vincent pushed forward and his tip shoved Char’s face to the side, he put up no resistance. Vincent giggled. Perfectly malleable.

Vincent’s hand slid underneath Char’s body, his head just lolling off over the side. He brought him up to his cock and pressed him into the flesh. Char shuddered.

“It’s gonna get a little rough,” he whispered.

Char muttered something.

“Yeah?” he teased. “Couldn’t make that one out, little guy.” He pressed Char’s face right against his head and groaned when he felt a tiny tongue make contact. “That’s right… do something productive with that mouth. Toys don’t need to talk.”

Char moaned, muffled against the skin.

Vincent started to stroke himself, tugging Char up and down with his hand. He could feel the much smaller cock against his- pressed to the side, roughly pulled against him. The combination of the insane pinpoint stimulation from Char’s body with the relative power of his own hand was getting him somewhere.

He breathed heavier. “Fuck,” Vincent hissed, “Oh, God, yes, you’re perfect right there-” as Char dragged his tongue up against him. Char lurched and he felt wet against his cock, dripping down into his palm. Vincent chuckled. “You like that kinda talk? My perfect little toy? Oh, Char, keep going.”

As Vincent got more riled up, the long strokes got shorter and faster until Char was practically vibrating against his cock, his brain completely scrambled. Vincent took shaky breaths and, with all the instinct that comes from years of experience, moved Char up right against his slit. Cum spurted out, completely coating his head and dripping down over his body. Char eagerly lapped at his tip and Vincent sighed and squeezed him.

With a long breath out, Vincent dropped him down the few inches to the towel. “There,” he sighed, satisfied. “Not too bad, huh? Good enough to get over yourself?"

Char whimpered.

#holy fuck #good. very very very very very good

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