Jack felt something in his stomach the entire meal, divorced entirely from the steak of exotic meat and heavy wine the chieftain plied the grand table with. Something that had him hoping Rhys’ lips might get a little looser as the night went on. For most of dinner he continued in a state of interest and amusement, barely paying their host and his staff much mind aside from the occasional nod and noncommittal response.
And yet—even bogged down with food and alcohol and distracting omega scent—Jack was a hard man to take unawares.
He noticed a shifting in the chieftain’s guard, weapons that had stayed stiff and to attention all night lowering. Then, a shadow flittering in the balcony of the second floor overlooking the dining room. Then, the chieftain raising his glass in a silent, mock toast, sullen eyes glimmering with something cruel.
Jack spotted the red dot on Rhys’ chest a moment too late.
Assassination attempt style hurt/comfort fic in the vein of the Rival CEOs AU! Had fun with this. Will be cross-posted to Ao3 in a moment.
Tag: fanfic
“Retroduction”
Though the expertly fine-tuned result of a lot of research and prototyping, there were still little things that set Rhys apart from the average human. His skin looked colder, muscles in his face less accustomed to human emotion. But never had he looked this pale, this still, not since Jack had first seen his unactivated body hanging in stasis in R&D.
He took in the grievous wounds littered over Rhys’ body, each worse than the last. Cuts and scratches around his port and left eye told Jack they’d tried to get into his brain, rip out those delicate Hyperion processors. A thin scalpel glimmered like a bloodied clue on the ground besides Rhys’ head. Even more tools sit scattered atop the table. Jack can only guess at their use and where they’d cut into his android’s body like the god-damn butchers they were, with none of the finesse and care Jack used whenever Rhys needed repairs or updates.
Bastards. Jack’s teeth ground together. They’d harvested his Rhys for parts then left him here to die.
I got a random urge to write robot gore, so some android!Rhys fic was born. Hope you guys like it 🙂
Release
Rhys gets slipped a powerful, dangerous aphrodisiac that’ll fry his brain unless he comes, and comes hard. Luckily for him, Jack is there to help.
Also on my ao3 here 🙂 My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.
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“Wait, let me get this straight– it’s an open bar?”
“Yes kiddo. Open.”
“Like, as in not paying?” Rhys clarified as he frowned down at his echo pad and the menu of goods and entertainment there. That the CEO would be so generous to his competition didn’t sit right with the younger man.
“What part of open don’t you get?” Jack asked with exasperation. He gave his PA a raise of his brow as his eyes narrowed. “…you didn’t eat any of that goodie basket R&D sent up, did you?”
idk where this came from, dont @ me
It was easier to give Jack what he wanted.
After all, his position as the man’s personal assistant had given already Rhys his heart’s desire. A position higher than those of his many nemeses. A salary that allowed him to upgrade his wardrobe, to move him and Vaughn from their class-C apartment to a luxurious class-A. He had shoes for every day of the month and a jacuzzi tub that dispensed aromatic oils into the water. He could order out at his favorite, expensive restaurant whenever he wanted without worrying if he’d still have enough left over to pay utilities. Life was good.
He wasn’t about to throw that all away rebuking Jack’s advances. Even if they came at the most inopportune moments, when Rhys was deeply focused on work and far from interested in satisfying Jack’s needs.
“You’re tense, babydoll,” Jack growled as he licked the back of Rhys’ neck, breath hot against his skin. “Feels like you need daddy’s touch to help you unwind.”
It was hard not to be tense when he was about an hour behind work thanks to Jack’s tardiness, but there was no use in telling the CEO that, not when he was already panting like an animal. So Rhys left his hands slack against the arms of his chair, not resisting as Jack loomed behind him, one arm slinking down over his front.
Rhys had fucked far worse men than Jack—in both looks and temperament. The man had certainly earned the title “handsome” and though he often fell into fits of violence, if one was useful as Rhys had proved to be he was easier to mollify. Jack wouldn’t harm his tool, his toy, as long as Rhys did exactly what he wanted.
“You’re so damn sexy.” Jack’s hands slid to Rhys’ chest, groping his pecs through the material of his shirt. Rhys tilted his head back, moan parting his lips. Teeth worried against his neck as Jack bit him, drawing reddened bruises out of his skin as he popped open the buttons on Rhys’ shirt.
“I miss when you used to wear ties…” Jack’s hands pulled open the two undone sides of Rhys’ garment, revealing the paper-thin fabric of his undershirt. “I liked having something to pull.”
That’d been Vaughn’s idea. He’d fretted when Rhys came home with a ring of bruises around his neck for the fourth time in two weeks. Rhys had shrugged, willing to shake it off but Vaughn wouldn’t let it go. He’d gradually phased out the ties, hoping Jack wouldn’t notice.
But the CEO didn’t dwell on it now, not when he switched focus back to Rhys’ chest. Jack’s hands cupped the fullness of his assistant’s pecs, the bud of Rhys’ nipples pressing right up against his palms. Rhys moaned as they hardened with the massaging movement of Jack’s hands, obviously poking out through his undershirt when the CEO pulled away to look.
“You’re so damn sensitive, kiddo. Some guys might be ashamed if their boss touched them like this, but you really are a sick little trooper, ain’t you?”
Rhys was. Any reasonable person would have called HR months ago, when this first started—but a reasonable person has no business working under Handsome Jack. Only people like Rhys, who could tolerate and in some cases match Jack’s desires and inflated ego could survive under him for this long. Rhys took pride in that, like he took pride in the less degenerate aspects of his work.
They ended up fucking on Rhys’ desk, this time, Jack too worked up to bother hoisting Rhys over to his own. He kept Rhys on his back, dark blue pieces of clothing fluttering to the side, exposing his bare stomach where Jack had rucked up the filmy undershirt. Moans of praise and honey-sweet thanks danced on Rhys’ tongue, flattering Jack to finish, when he pulsed inside of his assistant and filled him with the sticky weight of come.
Jack left a trail of it when he pulled out, dripping down the edge of Rhys’ desk and onto the floor. Rhys shot him a slightly annoyed pout, knowing Jack would leave him to clean it up, but the CEO only laughed and reached forward, gripping his face.
“Don’t look so pissy, pumpkin. Everyone on Helios would be clamoring to take your place if they knew.”
Rhys understood. Which was why he’d never give up his position, no matter what Jack did to him.
Once the CEO retreated, satisfied and lazy as he sprawled into his chair, Rhys fixed up his desk, wiping down the cum and sweat clinging to the surface with a packet of tissues he kept in the left cabinet. He disposed of the soiled paper in the trash can by his feet and sat back straight in his chair. He pulled his undershirt back down and buttoned his shirt up, tucking the hem into his pants and bucking his belt.
Rhys left his collar undone, fingers brushing up against the swollen, bitten skin all around his throat. He wondered if by the time he left for home it would start to bruise, or they would merely stay red and chafed.
Rhys swallowed, closed his eyes and counted his breaths, throat twinging against the marred flesh.
He really should start wearing ties again.
Incubus Jack
Okay, here we go. Incubus Jack and Priest Rhys. Not how I planned but it’s pretty good! (I hope).
Notes: VERY NSFW. Menstrual blood. Blood. Demons. Incubus Jack. Trans Rhys. Mentions of breeding. Written on mobile (my poor thumbs!).
hys sighed and ran his hands through his hair as the last parishioner left the church for the night. The church had held a fundraiser for a children’s wing in hospital and the community had come out armed with donations, auctions, and some pretty amazing volunteered food. But it was almost one in the morning and Rhys was exhausted.
Not to mention…
He shook his head and walked towards the churches main doors. He peeked his head outside and saw the empty parking lot. Not a soul in sight. He went to close the door and lock it for the night when a finely crafted mens leather shoe stopped the door from shutting.
Rhys stared at the shoe before he felt a slight push against the door, and against the sinking feeling in his gut, he hesitantly opened it.
Blue and green eyes on a tanned face with ink black hair greeted Rhys. His lashes fluttered as a slow grin crawled across the handsome features.
“Hello, Cupcake.”
It took Rhys a few seconds before he remembered how to speak and when he did, his voice was a small whisper.
“Jack.”
Jack stared at Rhys and Rhys returned the stare until Jack sighed, his grin turning to one of amusement.
“Well, are you going to let me in or are you going to ruin this fine Italian leather of a shoe?” Jack gestured to his foot.
Rhys looked to the shoe in question before he stepped back and opened the door wide enough for Jack to enter. Jack slipped inside, humming as he walked around the remains of the fundraiser, while Rhys shut and locked the door.
Jack walked along some of the auctioned items still left on the tables that would be delivered the next day. He leaned close to an egg cooker, then to a small heater still in the box. He ran his fingers along the auction lists of names and phone numbers, tracing the curves of people who had bid on a carving of a duck and a home made quilt. The bids weren’t great, not nearly enough to build the wing.
“How’d the auction go, Rhysie?” Jack peered at a collection of porcelain dolls from the 1930s.
Rhys collected several folding chairs and stacked them in the corner. He’d put them away in the morning and give the wooden floor a good mopping, let it dry the days heat. He paused at Jack’s words before sighing.
“It went better then expected, to be honest. Several people not connected to the church came out and wanted to help and show their support which was really nice.”
“I bet,” Jack wandered over to a table of left over pies and sweets. His eyes ran among a French pie and he pursed his lips as he straightened. “You eat yet?”
Rhys paused again before he shot Jack a tired smile. “Not yet, no. I wanted to tidy up before I eat anything.” Rhys said before he gasped, his hand flying to his waist as he doubled over. He clutched the edge of a chair and squeezed his eyes shut, breathing thorough clenched teeth.
A warm hand settled on his back, rubbing soothing circles. Rhys drew in a shaky breath and stood up, casting Jack a nervous smile.
“Sorry, I just, it’s been such a long day–”
Jack held up the French meat pie.
Rhys blinked at the pie before he snorted and rolled his eyes. He took it from Jack’s hand and wordlessly led the way to his private apartment at the back of the church.
Rhys switched on several lights, letting Jack enter before he shut his apartment door and headed for the small kitchen. He popped the pie into the microwave while he fished in the fridge for some leftover mashed potatoes.
Without a word, Jack set the table, plates and cutlery, two glasses for wine. He reached for the wine bottle on top of the fridge and pulled it down. He poured two full glasses before he took a seat and set the almost empty bottle on the table.
When the pie was done, Rhys pulled it from the microwave and placed it on the table. Jack leaned close and took a deep whiff of it. Rhys smiled as Jack groaned.
“I haven’t smelled this in a long time.” Jack mused as he poked at the pie with his fork.
Rhys shot him a tired smile. “How long is long?”
Jack hummed to himself, thinking, as the potatoes heated. “I think a Voyagers wife made me one as thanks.”
Rhys blinked at Jack blankly until Jack waved his fork at him. “Let’s just say a long time ago.”
The microwaved pinged in completion and Rhys carefully took the reheated potatoes from it and placed it on the table. He sat down and joined Jack, crossing himself before giving thanks for the meal he was about to eat.
Jack rolled the fork in his hand, his elbow propped on the table as he rested his chin on his palm, waiting patiently for Rhys to finish. When he did, he took a sip of wine as Rhys cut into the pie and mashed potatoes. He gave Jack a slice of pie and together they ate.
Jack’s gaze was fixed on Rhys, watching as Rhys would occasionally pause or softly gasp, noting the way he squirmed on his chair. Jack licked his lips as Rhys finally finished both his food and wine.
“Better, Rhysie?” Jack cooed.
Rhys nodded wordlessly, his eyes starting to droop. “I’m tired though.”
“Then let’s go to bed.”
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Rhys’s collar was hidden away in his closet, along with his picture of Christ and crosses. Those symbols always brought him spiritual and emotional support, but now he wanted them tucked away, as if he could hide the sins he was committing from Gods very gaze.
He was naked and on his back on top of the sheets, his legs spread wide, his thighs held far apart by the strong, tanned, broad shoulders that rubbed his belly and stroked the softness of his inner thighs.
Rhys hummed, his eyes shut as he dreamily rolled his thighs onto the hungry mouth licking and sucking his cunt. He was wet, practically dripping, but as a cramp squeezed his insides he almost rolled onto his side, whimpering with pain then flushing hotly as he felt blood seep out, only to be caught by Jack’s talented tongue.
He risked a glance down and groaned as he caught Jack’s gaze and the blood smeared on Jack’s nose and lips. He squeezed his eyes shut as another cramp washed over him and he tried to ignore the way Jack chuckled.
“Hmmm, you taste delicious, cupcake.” Jack gently eased back the hood protecting Rhys’s clit before he placed a tender kiss on it. Rhys entire body twitched at the touch and Jack smiled, giving the bud a long lick that left Rhys shaking and trying to push Jack off.
“I-I always thought blood was bad,” Rhys whispered. He desperately fought the trembling as Jack tongued his clit.
“Mmm, no. Menstrual blood is a damn treat to us,” Jack ran a hand along Rhys’s pelvis, “it screams: “fertile, breed me, fill me up with life, I ache being empty.”
Rhys huffed, opening his eyes to glare down at Jack. “No it doesn’t.”
Jack smiled before he lifted his body and slipped between Rhys’s thighs, his arms framing Rhys’s head as he rolled his hard cock against Rhys’ inner thigh.
“No? Want to prove me wrong?” Jack husked. He nosed Rhys’ cheek, smearing blood against the pale skin before Rhys turned his head and reluctantly offered his mouth to Jack. He spread his legs and wrapped them around Jack’s hips, whimpering as he felt the hard cock rub against his blood and slick wet cunt. He pulled away when Jack pushed in and cried out when he thrust into him roughly.
Rhys wrapped his arms around Jack’s shoulders, pulling him to his body as Jack fucked him, the hair on Jack’s chest teasing Rhys’ sensitive nipples. He clung on, even as the slim leather wings slipped free from Jack’s back and surrounded them. He held on, his cries rising as Jack pressed their foreheads together and for a split second Rhys saw the scar on Jack’s face. He held on even as he pressed kisses to the scar, loving the way Jack’s hips stilted and stuttered with each touch.
Rhys held on as Jack slipped a finger down and rubbed his clit to orgasm, Rhys’ mouth falling open in a silent scream as he came and Jack followed soon after.
When he opened his eyes next, the scar and wings were gone and they were underneath the blankets, nuzzling. Rhys squirmed, flushing as he felt cum and blood threatening to drip free.
“I need to get up or the sheets will ruined.” Rhys murmured.
“Hmm… You know you’ll never get enough funds for that stupid hospital thing, right?” Jack stretched amongst the cotton sheets.
Rhys sighed. “Something will happen. I have faith.”
Jack kissed his forehead and gently pushed him towards the bathroom. “Go do your human things. I’ll be right here. It’s a waste of good blood if you ask me.”
Rhys rolled his eyes.
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The next morning Rhys awoke to an empty bed but a roll of cash and a note from Jack.
‘Don’t ever let anybody say Incubus Jack never dotted on his favourite human. Build that stupid human thing. And get more pie.’
Rhys smiled, pressing his face against the sheets as he held the money close.
Totally gotta do 25 for fancyomega!
This was fun! Thanks for the prompt anon!
“Mooom, c’mon, I don’t wanna be late!”
“You won’t, now shush, I need to make sure you look perfect! You only go to prom once!”
“He went to prom last year, ma,” Jaxen called from where he was browsing his tablet on the bed. Rhys sighed at his youngest, before returning to adjust the lapels of Cyrus’ tuxedo.
“Yes, but that’s because one of his older beta friends asked to go with him. This is his first and only official prom,” the omega clarified as he licked his thumb and set about fussing with Cyrus’ unruly hair, which was starting to pop out of the meticulously slicked-back style he’d tried so desperately to force it into.
“Give it up, pumpkin, he’s got his daddy’s genes. There’s no way you’re taming that do,” Jack snickered as he sauntered through the doorway to the boys’ connected bedrooms, earning an annoyed huff from Jaxen.
“Can you guys get outta here? I wanna watch kill videos from Pandora in peace.” The teen groaned sourly, glaring as the rest of his family encroached on his personal space
“Don’t complain, Jax, it’s your brother’s big night,” Rhys admonished, finally throwing up his hands as locks of Cyrus’ hair continued to bounce out of the gel. “Fine. I give up. Good thing you look handsome already!”
“You kidding? He’s gonna be the most handsome alpha in that entire joint,” Jack beamed, forming a picture frame with his hands around his son and his mate. “If you don’t win prom king, I might have to airlock someone.”
“Not if mom claws out their throat first…” Jaxen droned from his bed, earning a glare from Rhys.
“Hey! I won’t…rip anyone’s throat out…because they’re definitely going to vote for Cyrus.” The omega’s eyes glimmered with a dangerous sort of pride as he took a step back, looking his son up and down. He wore a dark charcoal suit, lightly pinstriped with turquoise that matched the teen’s silky tie and marbled left eye. His boutonniere was bright yellow splashed with dots of red, an exotic flower grown by Jack’s researchers for…other purposes. It hadn’t taken long to mess with the DNA to make them mostly harmless, though.
“Ugh….c’mon, Rhys, don’t cry, don’t do it,” the omega smiled even as his eyes grew damp. Jack clapped him on the shoulder, snickering as Rhys rubbed his nose and sniffed.
“You better get outta here before the waterworks start, buddy, else mama here will be blubbering and clinging so much you won’t ever get laid tonight.”
“—Dad!”
“—Jack!”
“Pffft, whatever, I know what proms are really for,” Jack winked even as Rhys shoved playfully at him and Cyrus’ cheeks grew beet red. Jaxen merely rolled his eyes.
“Great, now that you’ve disgusted the ever-loving fuck outta me, can everyone get the hell out of my room?”
“Hey! Watch your language,” Jack growled, even as Rhys bustled him and Cyrus out of the room, leaving Jaxen alone to his graphic livestream.
“Let’s just get some photos first, then I’ll let you go, I swear.” Rhys’ ECHOeye focused a few times, taking pictures in rapid succession as Cyrus posed by the front door, his cheeks bunched up from how wide he was smiling. Rhys’ eyes glistened with happy tears as he gave his son one final hug, patting his shoulders before Cyrus was out the door, his promise to have fun and be safe still ringing in the omega’s ears.
“Before you know it, he’s gonna be conquering his own planet…” Rhys sniffed, letting Jack wrap him up in a tender hug. The alpha met his lips in a calming kiss, rubbing his broad hands up and down his back.
“Not just yet, pumpkin, not just yet. Besides, kid loves ya. He ain’t in a hurry to grow up.” Jack slipped his hands down around Rhys’ waist.
“But if you need to get your mind off of it…maybe I can help you…you know….relive your old prom memories…” The alpha winked, earning a snort from Rhys.
“Well I…um, I kind of spent my senior prom playing video games and eating pizza at home with Vaughn.” Jack balked at him, though the omega quickly leaned up to kiss the shocked look off of his lips.
“But…I don’t mind seeing what you had in mind.”
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