Dacre Montgomery Oneshots.

Don't lie. You want it as much as I do.

'Don't worry about that now, human. You have better things to do, such as this gift I'm offering for your accomplishment,' the Flayer purrs and Billy looks into the shadows with furrowed brows. What was It talking about? What gift - what could It possibly offer him? He groans, and then yelps as he's moved forward towards the restrained boy, his legs moving on their own. His body drops to the floor, working on the rope around M/N's ankles before spreading his knees and moving between his thighs. The H/C begins to protest, "Billy, stop! This isn't you," he shouts and Billy sees the fleshy mass of the beast move within the dark, emerging and letting out a low growl.

'This is your moment to indulge, human. Accept it while you may have the chance,' It says and he turns his attention back down to M/N. The male is in a frenzy of fear, chest heaving and eyes huge; he's even begging softly for the blond to let him go. That's when more images flash in his head - of now - and a punched out groan leaves his lips.

"Billy, plea-" M/N begins and coarse lips lock with his, the tickle of facial hair rubbing on his upper lip. Hands hang on to his hips tightly in a bruising hold, pushing them up so that Billy can grind down on to the shorter male. The distorted voice is back as he speaks and M/N knows that he's fucked. The voice is gruff and heavy with arousal, "Don't lie to me. You want this just as much as I do."

It strikes a cord in M/N's chest that has him screaming, those tears finally falling from his eyes. Billy coos and uses a thumb to wipe away the tracks on his cheeks, swiping his tongue across his lips at the gorgeous sight before him - L/N whimpering and crying underneath him. It was a moment he had only dreamed about, but now it had become a reality. He smiles and uses a hand to work on his victim's belt as the other cups his cheek. Leaning down to his ear, he whispers lowly with a growl, "I know you do too ... I've seen how you look at me. You're just as excited for this as I am."

"No no no, Billy, please. You don't have to do this," M/N tries to desperately plea with the corrupted male, hyperventilating as he feels his jeans sliding down his legs and exposing creamy skin for a certain blue gaze to admire. Billy can't help but emit a low sigh and take both hands to grab them and squeeze. He digs his nails in and watches the red crescents form on the soft skin. He breathes out a moan, "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, moving his head to kiss the H/C's ankle when a strong kick connects with his nose. He feels the snap and yanks his head away, yelling and even hearing the screech in his head as the Flayer experiences the pain as well. His eyes are cold as he stares at M/N with anger, blood trickling from his nostrils and staining the front of his shirt.

"I worship you like a goddess and you repay me with that?" Billy sounds incredulous and chuckles, crawling back over the male's body and holding him down by the stomach. A fist reels back and connects with the side of his chest, and M/N feels the bones of his ribcage crack under the blunt pressure. A cry rips from his throat, new tears swelling in his hazel hues, and all his captor does is laugh with satisfaction. Billy leers over him, the hand on his stomach moving up to push down on the broken bones, "Now do you want to behave?" He pants as the sound of the boy's wails increase his own arousal. God, he was beautiful like this - unable to fight back and completely at his mercy.

"You don't have to let it do this to you," M/N wheezes, breathing heavily in spite of the blistering pain in his chest. Billy shakes his head and smiles wickedly, his hands going back to slim hips when he feels that Harrington is capacitated enough.

"I'm not doing this because of it ... I want to do this. I've wanted this for so long; to see you begging underneath me. Whether to stop or keep going; that never mattered. I just wanted you," Billy responds with no remorse in his tone, "I wanted to see you cry out my name as I completely destroy you from the inside out."

He isn't sure what to make of this, at least until he's being rolled over onto his stomach and has his boxers slid down under the curve of his ass where thighs meet. Nimble fingers spread round cheeks apart and a glob of spit lands directly on his hole, the cold leaving him squirming and whining as a calloused thumb rubs it in before dipping inside. It's a tight squeeze and the pressure is uncomfortable for M/N; it doesn't feel right having something inside there at all. His face contorts as the thumb pushes in and out, more spit finding its way to make the slide easier. As M/N thinks that's the worst of it, the thumb is replaced with two fingers that repeat the motion while scissoring, stretching out the muscle and having him moaning shamelessly. He hates himself for how he's responding, bucking his hips against the ground for friction against his cock and back against the digits that slicked up his ass.

"Look at that little cunt of yours just sucking me up like it's nothing. You're a filthy whore, aren't you? Like it when I get you so wet for my cock, huh?" Billy grunts as he shoves in a third and listens to the keen that comes from M/N's lips. It's fucking precious; that desperate panting and moaning like a bitch in heat - he can't get enough of it. Can't wait for more in fact and pulls his hand away to start on his jeans. He shushes Steve who whines at the loss, rubbing his lower back and adjusting his hips so that he had to support himself with his knees, "You're okay, babydoll. I'm going to fill you up so good in a minute ... here-" he pulls out his cock and spits into his hand to slick it up, then steadies himself behind the begging brunet as he pushes into him with one, needy slide.

M/N feels the splitting burn and bares down on his bottom lip, drawing blood as he swallows back the pitiful noise he wanted to make. He wants to tell Billy to stop; that it hurts and he feels himself tearing already from the girth and piss-poor stretching that he'd done, but it's impossible ... he can barely breathe already from the broken bones and now the unbearable pain. It grows worse as the blond behind him starts moving, thankfully slow to begin with, so he could at least adjust, but then picking up the pace. It left the brunet numb as his brain disconnected from the reality of the situation, even when he felt something wet and warm running between his thighs. It simply didn't register in his brain. Nothing was; the rocking of his body, the slickened wetness between his cheeks and legs, and the occasional grunt and groan behind him as his body was ravaged.

He must've passed out somewhere along the way, because when he comes to, it's cold and there's a tight grip on his wrist. M/N looks up at the blank expression of Billy once more and he impulsively begins to cry again, both from the horror he had just endured and the striking pain that ran through his broken wrist.

"Good ... you're awake," the gruff voice says and Billy stands, moving away stiffly. He's staring at something in the darkness and when M/N looks to the mass moving towards him, the screaming leaves his lips. The Flayer's gaping maw opens in a mocking screech, before one of its tendrils shoots from the darkness and latches to the H/C's face.

Billy tries to block out the H/C's screams, pursing his lips. When the tendril removes itself from M/N's face, his face didn't seem to belong to him. Gone was the innocence that he had before he entered the warehouse. M/N's eyes were glazed over as he sat up from the floor stiffly.

The boy looked at his clothes, the Flayer using his finger's to play at the cum on M/N's stomach. He made M/N's face look up at Billy, enlarging the H/C's doe eyes as he licked the cum, letting out lewd wanton moans as he advanced towards Billy, he who kept his gaze at the rat meat the Flayer used as a body.

"You're not alone anymore human. This body is the perfect host, easy to bend to my will. He seem's to be a great Fuck based on how long you took." Billy mentally flinched as the Flayer used M/N's voice, making it moan out the sentence as he finished sucking his fingers.

M/N's body stopped infront of Billy, where it fumbled his belt and jeans. His lips were covered in spit and cum, the skin a beautiful red.

"the night's still young Human, why not enjoy you're new toy?"

Haven't done smut in a while. Enjoy