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Stu always found the phrase “there are two wolves inside you” utterly hysterical, but only because he knew it was - at least in Billy’s case - true. Initially, Stu only suspected Billy had a cyclone of differing, contradictory traits swirling around in that gorgeous, crazy head of his. But the theory was officially confirmed when Stu read Robert Louis Stevenson in, somewhat ironically, English lit. Jekyll and Hyde were fucking real, and both of them howled for supremacy in his boyfriend’s electric, psychotic, irresistible brain.
Jekyll was mild and kind. A caregiver, happy to dote and spoil and cherish. Hyde was everything everyone feared - even Stu, to some extent, but one of the secrets he kept from the world was how much he fucking loved that depraved animal. Hyde did shit most people couldn’t dream up in their darkest nightmares.
And laughed about it.
It was the hottest fucking thing on the planet. The sicker, the better as far as Stu was concerned.
Although it was hard to keep them all straight sometimes, the rapidness with which Billy cycled between the two enough to make Stu’s head spin.
He never told Billy that Hyde was his favorite.
Occasionally Hyde liked to bait Stu, and Stu sometimes knew what was happening and sometimes didn’t, the only difference being the level of surprise when the trap slammed shut. But two could play that game, and Stu was smarter than most people gave him credit for, just as skilled at laying traps.
Using himself as the bait.
Living and breathing for the moment those dark eyes turned feral. It never failed to make him instantly hard. Hyde fucked like an animal.
At least surroundings were rarely an issue. Stu’s family either hated him or, worse, didn’t give a shit, so he was always home by himself. And Billy’s dad didn’t give enough of a shit about Billy to care much where he was or what he was doing. So they mostly spent all their time in the echoing rooms of the Macher Family McMansion, a cage barely big enough to contain the restless brute growling under Billy’s skin, clawing and howling to be let out.
To play.
With Stu.
The thought always made him shiver, skin singing in anticipation for the horrors and delights it would endure when that beast got free.
One such Friday found them camped out at Stu’s like usual, and Billy had told everyone who invited them to parties that night to fuck off. Stu hoped this was a good sign that maybe the monster was coming to stay the night. It had been a few weeks and the masochist in Stu was missing that savage sadist horribly.
Stu loved all of Billy and his countless quirks unequivocally, but Hyde was…something else.
It was almost too good to be true when they started bickering over the dumbest fucking thing - whose Ghostface mask was better. Like they were any different. But Stu wanted an argument and Billy was feeling petty so when Billy started bitching at him, Stu seized the opportunity to tease the beast. Stu stood his ground and let him have it.
But he started off cleverly.
“They’re the same fucking mask, Billy, how could one be better than the other?” He rolled his eyes carelessly for emphasis, knowing it would irritate Billy - and Hyde.
“It’s not the mask, you idiot, it’s the face behind it. And the brain behind the face.”
Stu snorted. “My brain’s just as fucked up as yours, so don’t think your mask is somehow special just because it’s covering your brain.”
Come on, Hyde. Here, monster, monster, monster. I’ve got a nice juicy treat for you.
“What the fuck is up with you tonight?” Billy demanded, switching gears in the face of logic.
Stu really was as fucked up as Billy. Not that either of them minded.
“Nothing,” Stu said, only a little sulkily. Knowing Hyde liked his pout.
“It’s not just the brain, it’s the personality,” Billy announced confidently. “When I wear my mask, I become Ghostface, or Ghostface becomes me. Same thing. But you’re not Ghostface, Stu.”
“No? What the fuck am I, then? Especially when - like I said - I’m wearing the same fucking mask. You know I love you, Billy, but you’re not making any goddamn sense. Besides, I’m crazier than you are when we suit up, so which Ghostface is actually scarier?”
Billy laughed. “That’s true, you do love playing with guts.”
“And you don’t, because you don’t like getting dirty.”
But I do. And I know who else loves to get dirty. Here, boy. Come get your treats. I have so many for you...and you can have all of them.
“You think you can be me? Is that it?” Billy demanded.
Stu eyed him, deciding to play up the nervousness, certain that Hyde wouldn't be able to resist vulnerability. He was a beast of prey, no doubt about it. And Stu was dying to be prey.
“N..no, Billy, that’s not what I meant…”
Billy’s dark gaze flashed. “Really? Because that’s exactly what it sounded like. That’s what I heard.” His grin turned macabre. “You want to try, Stu? You want to wear my mask, breathe my air, feel my blood?”
Stu was shaking his head slowly, pulse pounding with elation - he was so close - Stu could practically feel the animal breathing on his shoulder, that glorious horrible monster. He actually had to make an effort to conceal the excitement when Billy crossed the room, fixated and predatory.
Yes.
Billy came to a stop, smile suddenly softening, and Stu loved that smile. But it was his sweet boyfriend’s smile, and he wanted a different grin.
Stu gulped a little in the face of impending victory, not faking the nerves, and tried to breathe normally. But his stomach twisted in restless knots. Billy looked so focused.
Almost there.
“Billy?” he asked a little uncertainly, shifting his weight, wondering which Billy he was talking to.
Or if Jekyll would suddenly appear and ruin the fun - he’d done that before, that ass. Or, please for the love of all unholy things, if Hyde was going to finally manifest. Surely he was just as desperate to get out as Stu was to let him loose. The weeks had dragged by relentlessly, each day ending in bitter disappointment, hopes falling with the dying sun when Hyde stayed dormant.
Stu wasn’t ashamed to hope it was Hyde. He secretly loved the way Hyde fucked him, hurting him, brutal enough to make him remember every little thing Hyde had done to him, for days afterward. Sometimes longer.
Every time Stu took a step.
Or tried to sit down.
Billy’s eyes suddenly lit like fire.
Fuck.
Yes.
It was Hyde.
Stu stopped breathing.
“Wear the mask, Stu,” Billy said softly, voice coming out like the hiss of a snake.
Stu stood still, trembling slightly, while Billy lifted his mask, placing it securely on Stu’s face.
Stu felt the difference immediately, knowing it was Hyde’s energy.
Stu’s mask was playful and fun. It loved spilling blood, gobbling gore, watching the way someone’s guts slipped through his fingers when he sliced them open - so much better than the few times his dad had taken him out hunting, on the extremely rare occasions he was actually home and wanted to spend a little time with Stu. Father-son bonding, he’d called it. Stu had to suppress a snort, like, little late for that dad. You never cared before or stuck around long enough to know who I was, and you really don’t know who I am now. But a part of Stu still wanted to try, just to see if they could have a paltry relationship or not. And if it was a lost cause at least he’d know for sure.
After three or four times, he was fucking sure.
Hunting deer wasn’t fun. Stu never liked the way they collapsed after the sharp crack of the rifle, the way their beautiful eyes went slowly glassy, the glossy hide of their silky sides going permanently still as they expelled their final breath. Stu especially hated the way their blood stained the snow like a cherry snow-cone, making him feel sad and slightly ill. His dad never even noticed, stomping through the tarnished snow like a fucking asshole, trampling over the red drifts, clueless to Stu’s disgust. After that last time, Stu flat-out refused to go ever again, and his dad didn’t put up much protest. At first, his dad weakly tried to insist on one more trip together, claiming it would be fun, but the expression on Stu's face made the words die in his dad's throat, and he muttered something about oh well at least he tried before awkwardly patting Stu’s shoulder and telling him it was okay, it didn’t really matter.
Like Stu fucking cared.
But every year for the Fourth of July, when Stu went to the town festival with Billy, he saw cherry snow-cones and felt his stomach heave.
Killing people was different. People fucking sucked. If they weren’t total pieces of shit, they were - at best - really fucking annoying and in every case so far, Stu genuinely and firmly believed the world was a better place after he and Billy carved them up, leaving the pieces to rot in the ground.
The world needed its lovely wild animals, the stillness of woods absent of humanity’s poison. But did the world need Casey Becker or Steve Orth? No. Did the world need Sidney? Fuck no. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Tatum. Part of him actually liked her - she was insanely fun and a lot smarter than she pretended to be, but Billy was king of Stu’s heart, now and forever, and Billy fucking hated Tatum. So she would probably have to go in the ground too, although Stu wasn’t entirely sure the world would be a better place without her, necessarily.
It would make Billy happy though, which was basically the same thing.
He’d grinned cheerfully at the thought. Problem solved.
And Hyde in particular would love it.
Every time that monster Hyde was back, in his bedroom, cornering him with bloodlust in those wild eyes, Stu’s stomach heaved for different reasons, reasons that had nothing to do with cherry snow-cones. Even Billy probably didn’t realize the full extent of it, but Stu absolutely breathed for the pain Hyde inflicted. There was something irresistibly hot about the way Hyde clawed him up, sinking his teeth in Stu’s skin.
Stu knew a lot of people harbored a kink for love-bites but he laughed at their bland ideas of vanilla nipping. Stu wanted teeth. And when he felt Hyde bury his jaws in Stu’s skin, making him cry out in pain, turning Stu’s dick harder than stone, Stu sometimes remembered that serial killers occasionally bit their victims. Hadn’t one of Ted Bundy’s victims reached through the ether, from beyond the grave, to damn him in court with the shape of his bite mark? That was the kind of love-bite that made Stu drip - more of a hate-bite, really - and when he felt Hyde’s claws ripping at his hips, shredding his skin, Stu shivered with toxic bliss, surrendering to brutality and the devilish claws and teeth his favorite monster wielded so perfectly.
Just as good, Stu loved when Hyde tied him mercilessly tightly - sometimes with chains. He must have bullied Jekyll into getting them from the local hardware store, of all fucking things, and the image of Billy calmly buying three-eighths-inch tie-down chains never failed to make Stu erupt into fits of giggles. But the laughter died abruptly, fading into faint gurgles of ecstasy when Hyde wound his beastly fingers into those heavy chains, choking the consciousness out of him while he fucked Stu senseless.
Stu even liked passing out, waking up at some indeterminate time later, only knowing what had happened while he was unconscious because of the new marks on his skin, and the fresh pain in his body.
It made him hard as fuck, every single time.
Sometimes when he woke up, Billy was back to Jekyll and treating him gently, making much of him, lavishing him with praise and attention and spoiling Stu like the pampered pet he mostly was.
But sometimes he was still Hyde when Stu woke up, and Stu liked that best of all. Because the pain didn’t stop there, and Hyde knew all Stu’s dirty secrets.
Hyde had even made Stu drink blood one time, and Stu had choked it down, thrilled at Hyde’s rough laugh when he obeyed. Stu barely had time to swallow before Hyde was shoving his dick down Stu’s throat, chasing the blood.
Another time, Hyde had actually locked him up by shackling a collar around Stu’s neck, not caring it caught Stu’s skin when he snapped it shut, only grinning darkly when Stu yelped, chaining it to the iron bedframe, and left him tied to the bed for three fucking days. After a few hours and a throat dry from yelling for Billy, Stu couldn't hold it anymore and, arriving at the conclusion Billy wasn’t coming back for him, pissed the bed. He even defecated after two days, although Hyde hadn’t fed him so there wasn’t much to go.
Hyde did occasionally come in to shove water down his throat, but even that was more like torture. Not that Stu minded. But Hyde never spoke, just poured mercilessly and left, barely even looking at Stu.
Stu passed the remaining time wondering how long he was going to be chained up, and what Hyde was going to do to him while he was tied down. After day two, Stu wasn’t entirely certain Billy was even coming back but on the third day, he appeared in the doorway, beaming like the horror show he was, still sexy as hell. Hyde hadn’t said much when he unlocked the shackle, but he left the chains in place on the bed frame.
They lived there now, permanent reminders that Hyde could do whatever he wanted, and that Stu not only let him, but loved it.
And Hyde loved filth. He’d done unspeakable things to Stu after he’d appeared in the doorway. Before he unshackled the collar.
But Jekyll was a persistent bastard, fighting Hyde the whole time, and Stu’s erection had limply and sadly faded the moment he realized Hyde was gone. Jekyll was nice, but nice was boring, which left the war raging between the two of them, each fighting for Stu as their prize. Sometimes Stu wondered which one he really loved, settling uneasily on both. It had to be both. But he wasn’t going to make himself pick between them, just enough humanity left to be afraid of which he might choose.
But after Jekyll had helped Stu get cleaned up, and fed him something nourishing, and cuddled him on the couch and pampered him until Stu was nearly back to normal, Hyde had reappeared without warning, both startling and exciting him.
And Hyde was back now, staring at him with bright-black eyes, pits of their own hell, the best and worst kind for Stu to get lost in. When Billy reached for him, it wasn’t Billy’s hands Stu was shivering with desire for, it was Hyde’s paws. Even though Stu was wearing Billy’s mask. It wasn’t really the mask that made the demon possible, it was something that lived in Billy, whether he realized it or not.
Stu didn’t care.
As long as that demon possessed him too. And the way Hyde was reaching for him made his dick instantly drip with excitement, knowing - hoping for - what was in store. It made it difficult to distinguish between Billy and Hyde when he got like this, but Stu wasn’t overly concerned with semantics. Whatever the monster wanted to be called, he’d be happy to accommodate. And he wouldn’t stop there.
Hyde tore the mask off Stu’s face and threw it across the room, knocking over a stack of books on the shelf when it made contact.
“I want to see your face, lovely,” Hyde growled, showing his teeth.
Fuck, those teeth. Stu stared stupidly at them, distracted with all the ways he’d feel their edges later.
Hyde suddenly paused, and grinned. “You’ll do what I want, won’t you, Stu?”
“Always,” breathed Stu.
“Good.” Hyde patted his cheek almost gently for a moment and then smacked Stu’s face with the back of his hand, hard.
The sting brought tears to Stu’s eyes, but he loved crying for Hyde. And he knew Hyde loved it too.
Hyde sighed. “You’re so fucking pretty when you cry, baby. Look, I’m getting hard already.”
Stu automatically reached for him, eager, practically salivating, but Hyde slapped his hands away.
“I said look, not touch.” He tilted his head, rakish, evil, fucking hot as hell. “Baby, I’m feeling playful today. You looked so cute in my mask, I think that’s what did it. So whatever happens next is your fault.”
Hyde drifted closer, pressing his body against Stu’s, backing him across the room, shoving him against the wall with a soft thunk. He licked Stu’s neck - oh, that animal tongue - from collarbone to earlobe, and Stu could feel his smile against Stu’s skin.
Stu whimpered.
“You know that right, don’t you?”
“Whatever you say,” Stu murmured dumbly, excited beyond all reason at Hyde saying whatever happens next.
“Good baby,” Hyde whispered, almost sounding for a moment like gentle Billy. But when Stu opened his eyes and craned his neck to look down, the burning in those dark eyes was purely Hyde.
“I want you to fight back a little, baby,” Hyde cooed, kissing his neck. “Actually, fight back all you want. I want us both bloody tonight.”
Stu’s dick jumped at that deep gravel voice filled with lust. What the fuck would both of them bloody even look like? A whine escaped his throat, making Hyde inhale sharply through his teeth.
“Can you do that for me, lovely?”
Stu nodded speechlessly, then cleared his throat. “Yes,” he said firmly, meeting Hyde’s gaze.
“Good boy,” Hyde said appreciatively.
Then sank his teeth into Stu’s soft neck.
Stu almost forgot his instructions and practically swooned, insane with desperation, but then he remembered what Hyde wanted and he shoved Billy hard, sending him stumbling back. The fires in those dark eyes roared with fresh blazes, and more precome leaked down Stu’s dick, seeing the animal lust there.
Hyde snarled and leaped for him, but Stu held his own, knowing it was only because Hyde liked to play with his food and wasn’t using as much force as he could. They both knew Hyde could tromp Stu’s ass without even trying, whether Stu wanted him to or not.
But Stu always wanted him to.
Hyde let him fight back, growling when Stu bit his own pattern of teeth marks into that gorgeous porcelain skin, marking his neck the way Stu’s was usually marked, a little surprised Hyde let him. Hyde didn’t normally like being bitten so Stu made the most of the rare opportunity by applying extra force. That’ll make Sidney wonder what the fuck is going on. Stu tore the skin a little when he let go, gouging deep, drawing blood.
Hyde shoved him against the wall. “Clean it off, naughty, you know I don’t like getting dirty.”
“Yes you do,” Stu murmured thickly, but he was already compliantly bending his head, lapping Hyde’s neck, enthusiastically obedient.
He could practically feel Hyde purring. God, he loved this monster.
“My turn,” snarled Hyde, tearing a gash in Stu’s chest.
“Oh, fuck Hyde!” Stu shrieked.
“You love it, you dirty little bitch,” Hyde grinned, reaching for Stu’s cock, stroking suddenly.
Stu lurched against him, sagging into Hyde’s unyielding shoulder, thrusting in his hand. Fuck, that felt good.
But Hyde was a cruel master, already letting go, pushing Stu back, reaching hungrily for the knife on the dresser. Stu liked Hyde’s claws better, but he didn’t mind the knife. He didn’t mind anything, as long as it was with Hyde.
But to his surprise, Hyde presented it to him with a slight flourish.
“Told you I want you to fight back,” he grinned.
Stu dropped it without thinking twice. “I will. But not with that.”
“Awww,” Hyde crooned. “Baby, you’re so sweet. I could just…” he took a step forward…”eat you up.”
Stu absorbed the impact when Hyde smashed them both into the wall, and met Hyde’s searching lips eagerly, feeling the hot kisses of the beast, making Stu hard all over again. God, his boyfriend was so fucking hot. Hyde kissed his lips raw, and made him beg for more.
“Kiss me, Hyde, please,” Stu whined when he pulled away.
Hyde jammed both of his wrists against the wall, above his head.
“Beg me.”
“Please Hyde, you know I’ll beg, I’ll do anything you want. I love your kisses, please Hyde...please...kiss me...Hyde...”
Hyde grinned playfully. “You love them, do you?”
Stu nodded breathlessly.
Hyde suddenly let him go then retreated to the bed, sitting on the edge. He whistled, one shrill, commanding burst.
“Here, boy.”
Stu took one step, then dropped to his hands and knees, flinging a gaze across the room so lascivious, Hyde actually gasped a little. Then Stu crawled slowly across the floor, practically on his belly like a snake, making sure he wiggled his ass as provocatively as possible, loving the way Hyde stared hungrily at him, devilish gaze flicking back and forth between the sinful expression on Stu’s face and his beautiful ass.
“I’ll earn what I beg for, including your kisses,” Stu promised, reaching Hyde, putting his face to the floor, pressing kisses on Hyde’s feet.
It wasn’t an accident that he lifted his hips while he did it, waving the bait.
He shuddered when he felt Hyde’s hands on his hips, gripping possessively while Stu kissed his feet.
“Yes you will,” Hyde mumbled, digging his fingertips into Stu’s hips.
Stu worked his way up Hyde’s leg, planting little nips and kisses, licking along the way, seducing his monster. He grinned, then bit his inner thigh.
“Still want me to fight back?” he teased.
“No,” Hyde rumbled. “Not at the moment. Maybe later. You’ll know.”
“Yes, Hyde,” Stu purred greedily, undoing Hyde’s zipper, tugging his jeans down while Hyde sat mesmerized, watching his filthy little angel pant.
Stu started to lower his head, but Hyde suddenly grabbed his chin and jerked his head up, making him stare back submissively.
“I want to watch you some more, angel,” Hyde growled softly. “Bring me the knife.”
Stu crawled back across the floor, picked it up, then slid it into his waistband and walked slowly back, easing himself down on Hyde’s legs, straddling his lap.
“You get it,” he said softly, tangling his fingers in Hyde’s thick, gorgeous hair.
Hyde laughed, then shoved Stu onto the ground, landing on top of him, pressing the blade into Stu’s thigh with his weight before whipping it free. He sat back, slashing Stu’s clothes to ribbons. He wasn’t careful either, a lot of the slashes bit skin and Stu bled, gasping and crying out, wriggling, but not really fighting back.
Not yet, anyway. It wasn’t time. And he didn’t want to.
Stu lifted his hips, rubbing his pelvis against Hyde, whining inadvertently when Hyde rubbed back.
“Fuck the knife,” Hyde growled, tossing it over his shoulder.
“You would do that to me, you monster,” Stu panted, circling his hips against Hyde’s erection.
Hyde barked a cruel laugh. “Mmm I’ll save that for next week.”
He stopped for a moment, staring ravenously down at his dirty little pet. Stu returned the stare just as ravenously, insane with desire, excited beyond imagination for what Hyde was going to make him endure.
“Hold still, angel,” Hyde grinned. “Or don’t.”
And then Hyde was leaning down, shoving Stu’s hands into the carpet, holding him down so he could trace the slash marks, snapping with his teeth, licking with his tongue, lapping Stu’s blood, drinking his cries. Stu even loved the way Hyde bit the slash marks, making the wounds rough with teeth, no longer just smooth from steel.
Stu struggled a little when the bites got harder - just like his dick - but Hyde held him down and bit even more cruelly. Stu knew the hot water of a shower later was going to hurt like hell, but this kind of hurt was easily worth that kind.
Hyde sat up abruptly and yanked his shirt off, pausing to stare down at the mess of blood decorating Stu’s skin, licking his lips.
“Finish what you started, baby,” he said, rolling off Stu and lying on his back.
Instantly Stu was climbing on top of him, gasping as the cuts and gashes made contact with Hyde’s smooth, unbroken skin, but Hyde only laughed and dug his fingernails into the biggest slashes, running down Stu’s sides.
Stu yelped and convulsed, but didn’t try to struggle away.
Hyde let go. Just enough for Stu to shimmy down to his waistband and press hot, wet kisses against his stomach. Hyde closed his eyes in bliss while Stu worked his way slowly up - he’d work his way back down in a minute, but he liked to tease - and sucked little circular bruises into Hyde’s beautiful marble skin. He’d turn it truly marble-patterned, swirling the pale perfection with dark rings and shadows, marking his own territory.
He knew Hyde didn’t like being bitten, but he nipped anyway, closing his teeth over Hyde’s ribs. The black eyes opened instantly and he was grabbing Stu’s neck in a death grip, shutting off his air.
“If you’re going to be bad, you’ll get treated like you’re bad,” Hyde said smoothly, making Stu’s skin shiver even more than it normally did when Hyde choked him. “But first you’re going to give me what I want or I’ll choke you out and fuck you. After I break your fucking jaw.”
There it was. The beast Stu couldn’t help but fucking crave, not knowing or caring why he loved the violence so much. Knowing only it made him wetter than anything else, and that he dreamed longingly for it in the periods of Hyde’s absence.
Hyde loosened his grip slightly, letting Stu choke some air in.
“You can’t break my jaw, you need it,” Stu spat, coughing.
Hyde raised his eyebrows. “Sassy, are we? I’ll fuck the sass right out of you,” he snarled, sitting up suddenly, leaping to his feet, and dragging Stu over to the bed.
“Up, you fucking idiot.”
Stu slithered into bed, nerves tingling, energy surging. He felt so alive.
Hyde circled the bed like a wolf, reaching for the collar chained to the bed frame, and snapped it shut around Stu’s neck, only grazing his torn skin.
“I’ve made some improvements,” Hyde was saying, his tone casual, but eyes electric.
The lock clicked shut with a snap of finality. He hauled on the chain, dragging Stu back into the headboard and holding tight, pinning him to the bed by his neck. Stu cried out unexpectedly, feeling dozens of sharp needles burying their points in his skin.
Something felt very different.
“I got the idea in history class,” Hyde said conversationally, his smile filled with cruelty. “Who knew school could actually be useful?”
Stu knew immediately what was in his skin. On the inside of the collar.
“That’s right,” Hyde praised, recognizing the light of understanding. “I had them welded. Spikes, Stu. Spikes for when you need correcting.”
The blood drained from Stu’s face, rushing to his cock.
“And you can’t see it, but here, feel this.”
Hyde grabbed Stu’s hand and guided his fingers to the collar.
“Feel that? It’s a butterfly screw. Want to know what it’s for?”
Stu’s mouth went dry, guessing.
Hyde could tell by his face again that he’d figured it out.
“Good boy,” he grinned brutally. “I wasn’t going to use it just yet but someone decided to get sassy. You may or may not be awake - or alive - when I fuck you bloody.” He bent closer, tapping Stu’s nose once with his fingertip. “Guess we’ll find out,” he whispered.
Stu’s erection was so hard he thought his skin might split open.
“But first,” Hyde said, switching gears, loosening the slack in the chain, letting Stu sit up, gasping. “You are going to finish what you started.” He bent down, kissing Stu deeply, almost sweetly.
“I want to feel that sweet mouth,” he said hoarsely. “All over my skin. But if you bite me again, I really will break your jaw and fuck your broken mouth. Is that clear?”
Precome drizzled from Stu’s tip like a waterfall.
“Yes,” he whispered submissively, voice laced with desire.
Hyde settled back beside him on the bed and let enough slack out that Stu could kneel over him. Stu paused for a moment to worship this beast with his eyes, feeling the needle teeth of the Iron Maiden collar resting innocuously against his skin, relishing the knowledge that they’d probably drive back into his neck later, making him sing with pain.
But he wasn’t going to bite Hyde again. Even Stu wasn’t masochistic enough to want his mouth broken and fucked - at least, not tonight - and Hyde would absolutely keep his promise.
His beast wanted kisses, and if Stu gave him enough, maybe Stu could get some of his own. That mouth tasted like hell, and Stu wanted to burn.
He laid his hands reverently on Hyde’s face, heart throbbing when Hyde’s eyes closed in bliss, a happy smile on that evil face. The cat wanted to be petted.
Stu kissed every inch of that gorgeous body with soft, adoring lips, leaving wet tracks of slobber on Hyde’s skin, dick twitching with every contented sigh. Hyde, unlike Jekyll, absolutely loved getting dirty, animal that he was. No human substance was enough to turn his head anywhere but deeper.
Stu started at Hyde’s neck, which Hyde obligingly offered, twisting his head to the side to give unimpeded access. Trusting his naughty little pet. Or not caring. If Stu bit him, he’d make Stu regret it.
But Stu was eager to please, sinfully delighted that Hyde had finally emerged after weeks of waiting.
“I missed you,” Stu whispered in his ear, licking the lobe.
Hyde beamed, but kept his eyes closed. “I missed you too, baby. You’re my favorite treat, but Jekyll was being annoyingly stubborn.”
Stu licked his ear sensuously, feeling him shudder. “Just you and me now, monster.”
“I’m going to give you everything you dreamed of, too.”
Stu laughed, then kissed his neck until the skin turned purple, dick hardening anew at the way Hyde thrashed a little but let him do it.
“I’m not biting,” Stu reminded him, shivering at Hyde’s raw laughter.
“I kind of wish you would,” murmured the monster.
“I’m crazy,” Stu allowed, kissing his ear. “But tonight I’m not that crazy.”
“There’s always next time,” growled Hyde.
Stu shushed him, throwing a leg over Hyde’s waist, straddling him. And bent down to kiss him, tasting that gloriously wicked mouth, wiggling his ass against Hyde’s cock when he did.
Hyde dropped the chains and reached for him, the metallic clinking setting off fireworks in Stu’s mind, which only burst louder when Hyde dug his fingertips into Stu’s asscheeks, laying one hand on his collar.
“I hope you don’t feel like breathing much tonight,” Hyde said between kisses.
Stu laughed. “I need you, Hyde. I don’t need to breathe.”
“Fuck, you are such a good boy.”
“Don’t make me regret it,” begged Stu.
Hyde grinned and bit Stu’s lower lip, drawing a cry and fresh blood. “Actually, I think I will.”
Stu didn’t have time to react before Hyde was tossing him down, back onto the bed, the clinking chains electrifying him.
“You’ll need your breath at first,” Hyde warned, pulling Stu up against the headboard, securing each of Stu’s wrists with a shackle, chaining him to the bedframe, secured dominantly with Hyde’s sure grip.
The collar bit into his skin, but only lightly. Just enough to make Stu gasp, not as much as the chains on his wrists made him pant, though. Feeling helpless was a fucking drug, one of his favorite aphrodisiacs. And it wasn’t in the safe, vanilla, we’re-just-pretending-at-danger-and-can-escape-any-time way that most people role-played kinks. This wasn’t a role-play, and there was nothing safe, or vanilla, or pretend about it.
Hyde was the real fucking deal, the essence of risk. Safety didn’t mean a damn thing to him. Something to mock, maybe. But that was it.
Stu’s head swam.
Hyde, naked and already fully erect, made his way up the bed, straddling Stu’s neck, chains drawn tight, clenched in his fist.
“Suck,” he commanded.
Stu rubbed the side of his face against Hyde’s cock, the way Hyde hissed driving spikes into his brain far deeper than any collar resting on his skin.
“Need my hands free,” he said softly, lipping at the tip of Hyde’s cock.
Hyde was already leaking precome, the wild, salty essence making Stu twitch in ecstasy, smearing it all over his face, licking his lips, seductively maintaining eye contact with the monster staring hungrily down at him. He swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste.
Hyde let the chains go slack without answering and Stu used his newfound freedom to stroke the beast’s ass lightly, caressing the muscle beneath the supple skin, shivering with pride. Hyde’s skin burned, as though roasting from the inside out, no better indication that the fires of hell really did live inside him.
Stu trailed his fingertips lightly up Hyde’s sides, crossing his hips, grazing his waist, then gently found their way to his dick, caressing almost lazily, teasing the beast.
Hyde knew exactly what he was doing. He snarled and pounded a fist into the wall, raining bits of plaster and dust on them both, but Stu only laughed defiantly.
“Have your fun, princess,” Hyde grinned. “I’ll have mine after.”
Stu gulped a little nervously and jutted his head forward to lick Hyde’s cock, starting at the base, drawing his wet tongue up the side to the tip. Then tracing the blood-filled skin back down. Drinking in Hyde’s sharp inhales as Stu lapped at his erection, soaking it in saliva before closing his lips warmly over the engorged head.
Hyde’s moan nearly made his head spin, but Hyde let Stu have his fun while Stu teased him, lightly sucking the tip, not minding that he’d pay for it later. The white knuckles gripping the chains told him as much, even if Hyde hadn’t spelled it out so clearly before.
But Stu wanted to punish him a little first - if nothing else, for staying away so long.
“It’s been weeks,” he reminded Hyde, between sucks.
Hyde only grunted.
Stu bobbed his face a little further down, keeping his cheeks taut, tongue swirling and lapping, dragging his lips softly along the shaft, then back as he pulled away. Back down as he pushed his mouth forward and swallowed, inch by delicious inch, letting the tip grind against the back of his throat.
The monster even tasted different than Jekyll did. Yes, Hyde was definitely Stu’s favorite. And yes, Stu was absolutely going to burn in hell for it. And no, it didn’t fucking matter, because Hyde would be there too.
“Weeks, Hyde,” he scolded, taking Hyde’s cock in one giant swallow, deeper than just the back of his mouth, forcing Hyde’s dick down his throat, feeling the tight push when it popped into place.
Stu didn’t mind the burn, expertly suppressing his gag reflex to hold Hyde’s cock in place for a moment, before popping it back out. The wet little noise in the back of his throat made Hyde’s eyes turn glassy. He was leaning fully against the wall now, chains forgotten, both hands spread out in fan shape to brace his weight.
The chains weren’t even tight.
“You’re not losing your grip are you, Hyde,” Stu taunted, absolutely delighted when Hyde’s eyes went fully black.
“I said I’d let you have your fun, and I am,” he hissed. “But you’re going to fucking regret it, pretty pet. Keep fucking playing and see what happens.”
“Love to,” Stu breathed. “The beast is my favorite.”
Hyde smiled almost indulgently. “You're mine too.” His expression turned ice-cold. “My favorite toy to break.”
Stu sucked his cock abruptly, almost attacking it, making Hyde gasp, then gripped it with both hands and stroked in between swallows. His own dick was so hard he was sure it was really going to burst, the feeling of every burning scratch and bleeding wound across his body culminating in one fantastic surge of adrenaline and pleasure. And this glorious, sadistic creature kneeling over him was purely overwhelming.
He’d cum on command if Hyde told him to.
“Your favorite toy,” he repeated happily, dropping the prize from his mouth, lapping at Hyde’s erection when it bounced against his face.
Hyde suddenly yanked on the chains, tugging Stu’s hands away, spreading his arms ruthlessly in midair, pulling them tight enough to make the joints creak. Stu gasped in pain, but he didn’t cry out. Hyde would have to do better than that if he wanted screams.
The gleam in Hyde’s eyes told Stu he knew it too.
And Hyde always wanted screams.
“Stop fucking talking,” he snarled, then jammed his cock down Stu’s throat.
He groaned as he fucked Stu’s mouth, ignoring the thrashing and the squeals, keeping the chains mercilessly taut, rendering Stu helpless to do anything but lie there and fucking take it.
Stu’s throat was on fire, the soft tissue at the back completely bruised and swollen - he probably wouldn’t be able to eat solid foods tomorrow, but that was okay. He’d missed this so much.
“You know what I love about you, Stu,” Hyde told him breathlessly, fucking his mouth, forcing his cock deeper and deeper, shuddering every time Stu choked.
“I love the way you adore being hurt. Most people try to avoid it, or beg for mercy, but you - “ He paused for a moment, chest heaving, sweat glistening on his perfect skin, dark eyes flashing.
“You beg for pain,” he said softly.
Stu’s violent hacking didn’t bother either one of them.
“Beg me, Stu,” he said coldly. “Beg me to hurt you.”
Stu didn’t even try to stop the tears streaming down his cheeks. Hyde liked them. He thought Stu was pretty when he cried, and that made it true. Stu was pretty when he cried. And he only cried for Hyde.
Hyde switched the chains to one hand, keeping them tight enough to make Stu’s shoulders ache unbearably, bolts of lightning agony stabbing down his arms, but Stu forgot the pain when Hyde laid a hand under his chin, slippery with Stu’s drool, smeared with slobber and luminescent streaks of precome. He traced Stu’s lips with his thumb, painting him with filthy liquid.
“Keep crying for me, baby.”
Stu smiled through the tears. “I always cry for you,” he choked.
“Cry harder,” Hyde insisted. “Promise me you’ll only cry for me, and then beg me to tear you apart.”
Stu sobbed.
It wasn’t much of a challenge, his throat was seriously burning, the muscles swollen and crying out from Hyde’s onslaught of savagery. He could barely swallow. Slobber pooled inside his mouth and leaked out, running down his chin, filling Hyde’s cupped hand with puddles of shame as he watched Stu drool and weep uncontrollably.
Or at least, it would have been a puddle of shame, if Stu felt ashamed. But he was proud of the way Hyde reduced him to rubble, degraded and raw, creeping and trembling and begging and cringing, molding him into a bloody marionette that danced in any way Hyde wanted.
And Hyde wasn’t wrong - Stu was absolutely his toy. All his for the breaking.
He kept the tension high on those cruel chains, the sadistic pull railing against Stu’s joints and tendons all over again, threatening to misalign the bones. Stu would be lucky if he was able to pick up his books on Monday. Not that he’d have to. That doting Jekyll would carry them for him, even measuring his pace carefully so Stu, reduced to agonized limping, could keep up.
But Jekyll wasn’t here right now. Stu had the beast all to himself.
And the beast had him.
Stu obediently wept, too practiced and trusting to flinch when Hyde bent down and licked his face, tasting the tears.
“So lovely,” he said softly, lapping the salt from Stu’s puffy face, grinding his erection into Stu’s stomach, not surprising Stu that he was still hard.
Hyde loved tears.
“Now beg,” he hissed.
Stu hiccupped and gulped, instantly regretting it - and simultaneously loving it - when his throat erupted into flames. He felt Hyde lick his throat, tracing that evil tongue over Stu’s face and neck, keeping one hand cupped under Stu’s mouth, catching the slobber.
“Hyde,” Stu rasped desperately, ignoring the fresh surge of agony in his throat. “Hyde, please.”
“Please what,” Hyde murmured against his neck, tugging on the chains.
Stu cried out, directly into his ear, feeling the jolt of energy pass through him when Hyde shuddered.
“Please Hyde, please, you know what I want, please give it to me, please, please, I’ll do anything you want, you know I will,” Stu babbled desperately, in between hollow coughs.
Hyde smiled demonically, adoring the humiliation. “I know what you want. But I want to hear you say it. Beg for it. Beg me, like the needy little desperate, depraved piece of shit you are. Human garbage, Stu. That’s what you are. My favorite kind, my favorite piece of trash.”
“Hyde,” Stu breathed, goosebumps dancing on his skin, shuddering with disgusting thrills, loving the degradation. “Hyde I want you to fuck me. Horribly. I’ve missed you so much, you’ve been away far too long. Haven’t you missed me too? Haven’t you missed tearing me to pieces? I want you to make up for being away, I want you to really rip me apart. Make me scream and beg and plead for mercy and then don’t give it, just fuck me harder.”
“Why?” challenged Hyde.
Stu tried to swallow but his throat screamed in protest and he choked instead, pouring fresh ribbons of saliva into Hyde’s waiting palm.
He looked up, meeting Hyde’s inexorable gaze. They both knew who was master.
“Because I want you to,” Stu whispered, drinking in shame, addicted to the poison.
Hyde’s lips curved in a wicked grin. “Tell me,” he said, feigning carelessness. “Who do you belong to, Stu? What are you, really?”
“You,” Stu choked instantly.
“Not Jekyll?”
“Jekyll, who?” Stu shot back.
Hyde smiled but then his face shifted into a dark thundercloud. “What about Jekyll,” he hissed angrily.
“You,” Stu repeated firmly, emphatically. “I belong to you, Hyde. Completely and utterly. What am I?” He barked a coughing laugh. “Nothing, without you. I’m your toy, your pet, your puppet, anything you fucking want. Fuck me any way you want to, bleed me fucking dry, break every bone in my body, whatever you want, Hyde. Devour me. Always. ”
Hyde’s face lit in a sunshine smile, offense forgotten. “My little lamb,” he beamed. “I think I will bleed you a bit more than usual tonight.”
Stu tried to gulp again and failed, spluttering buckets of pooling spit into Hyde’s hand. He watched Stu appreciatively.
“Hmm…maybe not as much as I thought though,” he mused, then dropped the hand holding the chains, unclasped the wrist shackles, keeping Stu’s collected slobber carefully cupped in one palm, and masterfully rolled Stu over with the other hand, barely exerting effort.
Stu shivered in ecstasy, aroused by Hyde’s power, by the strength of his brute nature. The nature that was about to sate its horrifying appetite using Stu’s body, even more than it already had.
Stu couldn’t help whining a little, shuddering anew at Hyde’s barking laugh.
“Toy knows it’s about to be broken,” Hyde said, still laughing.
Stu held submissively still while Hyde reshackled his wrists to the headboard, face down this time, and wound the chains around the bed frame to keep him in place, freeing his own evil hands. Shivers ran across Stu’s skin as the warmth from Hyde’s body washed over him when Hyde shifted back into place. And when Hyde lowered himself a little, making contact, Stu whimpered again. His breath blew hot on the nape of Stu’s neck while he traced his claws down Stu’s back, pausing to sit back and admire.
Stu’s body was already ravaged from the damage he’d inflicted earlier with his claws and teeth, but the suffering was far from over.
Stu shivered involuntarily, letting out another whimper of anticipation. The air fluttering across his torn up skin, the burning bite marks, his raging throat, the way Hyde was just staring down at him, keeping him completely immobile, naked and helpless made his dick get even harder, buried under his prone form, digging into the sheets a little.
He felt so exposed.
“Your mouth is useful in more ways than one,” Hyde murmured, holding his cupped palm over Stu’s ass, spreading his cheeks apart with the other hand, tilting his wrist to dump slobber on Stu’s quivering asshole.
Stu couldn’t stop trembling, listening to Hyde stroke his own erection with his slippery palm, grunting softly.
“Do you remember when I said to have your fun, princess?” The beast laughed harshly. “I’m about to have mine.”
Stu whined without being able to stop himself. He hadn’t felt the fires of hell in weeks.
“If you can sit down by Monday, I haven’t done a very good job,” Hyde rumbled, then scooped his hips lower, brushing the tip of his erection against Stu’s puckered asshole.
He held in place for a moment, kissing the back of Stu’s neck, his ears, reaching his hand under Stu’s hips to stroke Stu’s desperate cock. Stu keened and thrust into his hand, trembling with desire, drunk with anticipation.
“I’m not even going to stretch you first,” Hyde laughed. “But you won’t mind, will you, Stu? You’re a beautiful toy, my lovely. Even more beautiful when you’re broken.”
Hyde pushed the tip of his cock inside Stu’s ass, breath hissing in through his teeth when Stu whined, then moaned.
“I can be a generous devil, though,” he crooned, bending lower to lick Stu’s bloody back, savoring the taste of his blood, maintaining a rhythmic stroking on Stu’s dick, buried underneath both of them.
Stu mumbled something unintelligible into the pillows.
“I think that was a yes,” Hyde laughed, surprising Stu a little with the warmth.
This fucking creature was purely intoxicating, almost always what Stu craved and expected, but sometimes conspiring to catch him off guard. The unpredictability was nearly orgasmic in and of itself. Coupled with the violence and sadism, Stu was positive a more perfect, fucked up, insane and delicious source of evil did not exist.
“Oh, I think he likes it,” Hyde encouraged, pushing his dick further inside Stu, uncharacteristically waiting for Stu’s muscle to adapt and relax slightly before burying deeper.
“Don’t worry baby,” he groaned softly, pushing deeper still, “I’ll still tear you into pieces. Just not right away.”
Stu garbled a nonsensical reply, thrusting his hips forward, pushing his needy cock into Hyde’s grip, delighting in the way Hyde pleasured him.
“It’s too bad your hands aren’t free,” Hyde added facetiously. “Or else you could keep up the pace while I fuck you senseless.” He sighed. “Ah well. Another time, perhaps.”
He withdrew his hand from under Stu’s belly, making Stu whine loudly, a higher pitch than he meant to. Stu rutted into the bed in frustration, but Hyde cracked a fist down on the center of his back.
“Do that again and I break something,” he warned.
“Hyde, please,” Stu begged, brain going mad for release.
His cock hurt from the pent-up cum locked inside, ready to burst.
Hyde paused, considering, almost absentmindedly pushing his dick further into Stu’s ass, surprising him all over again by taking it slow. But Stu knew it wasn’t generosity. Hyde was going to burn him alive. He was just taking his time long enough to savor his own brutal form of anticipation.
Like a sadistic child waiting to open its birthday present, knowing a horrible future lay in store for the poor toy, once opened.
Hyde suddenly smiled, and even though Stu couldn’t see it, he felt it.
“I’ll tell you what,” Hyde said, edging his dick out and pushing slowly back in.
The lake of drool Stu had slobbered into Hyde’s hand - and had subsequently been poured over his ass - squelched wetly with the motion.
Stu groaned again in delicious agony, waiting for the penny to drop.
“I wasn’t going to really tighten your collar all that much, but maybe I will now. And if you’re a very good toy, maybe I’ll let one of your hands loose, so you can play with yourself. While I fuck - and choke - you.”
Stu nodded, throat too raw to answer.
“But I want you to cry first,” he hissed, slamming his hips into Stu’s.
Stu threw his head back and shrieked, drowning in the burning of his throat. He managed to twist his neck around, relishing the barbs that instantly embedded themselves in his neck, desperate to see his beast’s inglorious expression. The look on Hyde’s face was everything he hoped for, making his erection throb, and he wiggled against the bed, taking the risk that Hyde might not notice.
Or maybe he would, and break something.
The beast was too busy ramming his dick up Stu’s ass again to pay attention to the surreptitious rutting.
Stu shrieked a second time, coughing hollowly. Hyde growled in approval.
“You’re not crying, baby,” Hyde snarled, viciously seating himself deep inside Stu.
Stu cried out and opened the dam of tears, letting them run streaming down his cheeks, just like his drool had, turning his face into a sloppy mess of pathetic sobbing, blotchy and sticky and disgusting.
Hyde’s favorite.
“Oh… fuck…” he moaned, bending closer to see Stu’s misery, thrusting in and out, slightly less harshly.
Stu felt Hyde cover the back of his neck in nips and licks, oddly benign, while he fucked Stu rhythmically, forceful and aggressive, but not enough to make him bleed.
Not yet, anyway.
“So pretty when you cry,” Hyde was mumbling, petting Stu’s silky blonde hair with his other hand as he shoved in and out.
“I know what you like, Hyde,” Stu croaked painfully.
Hyde nuzzled his cheek. “You do,” he agreed, laying his lips against Stu’s ear.
Stu twisted his neck around so he could kiss Hyde deeply, feeling the thrusts still for a moment as Hyde cupped Stu’s face in both slippery palms and covered his raw lips with passionate kisses, letting Stu taste his beastly essence, the power that drove Stu wild with desire.
“You’re being so good,” he whispered, licking Stu’s teeth.
He swallowed Stu’s tongue for a moment, sucking it like a lollipop, then spit it back out, grinning. He reached for one chain, stretching to do it, overshadowing Stu’s immobile form, and unwound the clanking metal lazily, letting it drop, coiling harsh and heavy on the bed.
“Play with your cock, toy, and don’t you dare stop crying for me,” he growled, shoving his dick back inside Stu’s ass.
Stu gasped, gathered up a deep breath, and obediently sobbed. His body ached with every square inch of tortured skin, Hyde reminding him occasionally by ripping fresh chunks out with his claws, growling and snarling, fucking harder, while Stu compliantly masturbated, absorbing the pain like an insane sponge soaking up blood.
His own.
Only he wasn’t soaking it up.
It was dripping out, staining the sheets. Hyde always ruined sheets, they would inevitably have to get yet another replacement set by the time the beast was done.
And thank fuck, he wasn’t done yet.
Stu sometimes wondered if he could do this forever, almost laughing at the possibility of doubt. Of course he could. He wanted to.
He sighed in bliss, weeping softly, rutting into his own hand while Hyde ripped him to shreds - almost literally ripping him a new asshole, he thought, laughing.
“What’s so fucking funny?” snarled Hyde, pilling into him.
“You’re…ripping me…a new…asshole…” he gasped.
Hyde threw his head back and howled with laughter, thrusting even harder, cruelly, making Stu cry and wince and buck and whimper, but mercy was not a language Hyde spoke or understood and he only made the fires burn hotter with every sadistic shove.
Stu could feel liquid streaming out of his ass and he wasn’t sure if it was blood, or precome, or his leftover slobber, or sweat, or a mixture of all four.
Hyde read his mind. “All of the above,” he purred throatily, then bent down suddenly and ratcheted the collar tighter.
Stu gasped when the iron cut into his already-swollen, raw throat, blood spilling down his torn neck.
“Hyde,” he choked desperately.
“Mmm,” Hyde encouraged, running his nails down Stu’s side, digging into his hips, holding his pelvis down and burying his cock in Stu’s ass.
He rammed harder, moaning roughly when Stu spluttered, then tightened the collar again. Stu’s skin started to turn bluish beneath the fresh blood, breath coming out in shallow hisses and faintly hiccupping pants. His vision started to cloud, field narrowing to dusk in front of his eyes, head sagging forward limply. His breaths were too ragged to really draw in air, and his body started to go limp.
“I’ll wake you up in a little bit,” Hyde promised in a guttural voice, nuzzling Stu’s neck. “And it will not be over when I do,” he added with a grin, baring his teeth against Stu’s cheek.
Stu was half grateful and half pissed off when he passed out.
But Hyde hadn’t lied, and he woke Stu up shortly thereafter, loosening the collar and groaning with lust as Stu desperately rasped for air, gulping and choking, coughing violently.
Fuck, his throat was never going to heal.
His head was swimming.
The sheets were soaked, the scent of sweat and saliva and blood and sex drilling its way into his brain. Hyde smelled like the devil, a source of sin Stu could never get enough of. His ass was as raw and fiery and bloody as his throat, each wretched yank and shove causing fresh, blistering agony.
And bliss.
Hyde snapped his jaws shut on the back of Stu’s neck, waking him up sharply.
“Toy,” he panted. “You’ve been so good for me.”
He grunted and thrust, making Stu absorb the impact, banging Stu’s head roughly into the headboard. Stu let his body ride the ocean of Hyde’s shockwaves, ebbing and flowing with the tides of his cock, shoving into him, pulling out, burying deeper, yanking out, back and forth, back and forth. Full, then empty. Burning, then pleasure.
The burning was better.
“So perfectly good for me,” Hyde rasped, reaching under Stu’s limp body, curling his fingers around Stu’s erection - he was still fucking hard, proof of his hopeless corruption - and started stroking rapidly, in time to his violent thrusts.
“Good toy,” Hyde murmured in his ear, panting like an animal.
“Harder, Hyde,” Stu begged, addicted to the pain.
Hyde growled and set his own demons loose, mauling Stu’s ass with his dick, slamming them both into the headboard, drawing the waves of pleasure in equal force as he rammed Stu’s dick in his hand, his own buried in Stu’s ass, the repetition almost reaching the point of unbearableness when Stu suddenly gasped, arching his back, pushing his hips into Hyde’s hand, hearing Hyde’s moans in his ear turn somehow more savage and then Hyde was chomping his teeth down on Stu’s neck and bucking into him, shuddering with every unholy wave of orgasm.
Feeling the hot, wet devilish substance in his ass, Stu exploded almost instantly into Hyde’s clenched hand, bucking a few more times before giving up and going completely still.
Stu lay face down, awash in agony and delight, the victory of finally getting what he’d been waiting weeks for easily enough to compensate for the hardship.
Hyde loved him. Or hated him. Probably both.
Hopefully both.
Hyde was still on top of him, letting his cock go soft in Stu’s ass, forehead pressed to the back of Stu’s head, waiting for his breathing to slow. His hands gripped Stu’s waist almost tenderly, possessive but affectionate.
“For once,” Hyde mumbled, “don’t fight me, Stu.”
Stu nodded obediently, not answering. Not totally sure he could answer.
Hyde pulled his dick out slowly, carefully, mouth splitting wide in an evil grin when he saw the mess.
“I gave you what you wanted,” he assured Stu, stroking his back lightly, too gentle to aggravate the cuts and bruises.
“Thank you,” Stu croaked painfully.
Hyde laughed. Then unwound the other chains, letting them drop onto the bed with a series of harsh clanks, unshackling Stu’s wrists and neck.
The collar had bitten a pattern of needle-points into his skin, a perfect circle of bloody pain.
His body was a mess.
Never mind Monday, he wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.
“I’ll let Jekyll tidy you up,” Hyde said, stretching out on his side beside Stu, propping himself up on one elbow.
“I don’t want Jekyll,” Stu pouted stubbornly.
Hyde gripped Stu's chin between his thumb and forefinger, admiring his messy disaster of a face.
“Such a pretty pout.”
“Stay with me, Hyde. Just for a little while,” Stu pleaded.
“Why?”
“I fucking worship you, that’s why,” Stu blurted, flushing.
Hyde only smiled indulgently. “You’re a true masochist, Stu. The perfect pet.” He stroked Stu’s hair and sighed. “Alright, come here. Just for a little while. And then you need to fuck off.”
Stu wriggled happily across the filthy sheets, wincing, scooching as close as he could. He nestled against Hyde’s glorious, naked body, sighing with contentment.
Hyde’s eyes softened slightly. “Poor pet. Gave your heart to a monster.”
“And body,” Stu mumbled, eyes closed, pressing his nose into Hyde’s chest. “And soul. And anything else you want.”
“Well to be fair, I can’t really ask for more than that.”
“You could and I’d give it, whatever it was.”
Hyde kissed his cheek. “Fine. You win. Come on, let’s get you in the bath.”
“Really?”
Hyde snorted. “Yes, really. Poor little beggar, you’re too pathetic to leave. Even I’d feel bad about it.”
“Okay,” Stu said happily, delighted to be pathetic if it meant keeping Hyde here longer.
Stu still cried when Hyde picked him up even though Hyde was careful, and deposited his broken body gently in the bath. He didn’t rebuff Stu either, when Stu dug his fingernails into Hyde’s forearms, weeping as the water touched his cuts and rips and scrapes and bruises. Stu even screamed softly when the water swirled to his ass, biting his lip so hard he drew blood.
Hyde’s face was impassive, but he let Stu scratch him.
“I know it’s my fault and I don’t care,” Stu spat through gritted teeth. “I fucking love it.”
“I know you do,” Hyde said mildly. “It makes you feel alive.” He ran a finger down Stu’s cheek. “If it’s any comfort, it makes me feel pretty fucking alive too.”
“Match made in hell,” Stu said proudly, sagging against the side of the tub.
He handed Stu the soap, frowning suddenly. “If that idiot Jekyll gives you any shit about this, be my good boy and tell him to fuck right off.”
Stu laughed then hissed, dabbing the soapy washcloth gingerly over his aching body.
“I will.”
“Good boy.”
"When will you come back again?” Stu rasped wistfully.
Hyde laughed. “When you’re back in one piece. No fun breaking a toy that’s already broken.”
“And then what?” Stu asked hopefully. Maybe details of future torment could hold him over while he was healing.
“Don’t fucking worry about it,” answered Hyde.
Stu shivered deliciously at the menace dripping from his tone, content to stay silent and give his throat a rest while he bathed.
Hyde watched without comment as Stu carefully cleaned up the savagery Hyde had inflicted, but Stu’s heart nearly burst when Hyde suddenly pushed him forward and took the washcloth, delicately washing Stu’s back for him.
He pressed a soft kiss in the middle of Stu’s torn back when it was clean. “All done now.”
Stu pulled the drain plug out with his toe and used the sides of the tub to haul himself up, clambering painfully to his feet. Hyde didn't try to help as he rummaged around for towels, but Stu's body spasmed when he tried to lift a leg out and he would have fallen, but Hyde dropped the armful of towels and deftly caught him. The security in Hyde's grip was pure heaven, despite every muscle screaming in agony. And he only whimpered softly when Hyde scooped him up and carried him downstairs, wrapped in towels, and laid him gently on the couch.
“Good luck with the mess upstairs,” he murmured. “Jekyll's going to bitch about it for years.”
Stu laughed, then coughed and winced. “Worth it.”
“Don’t care,” said Hyde promptly. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, including making a mess of your room. And you.”
“As long as it includes me,” Stu mumbled, settling on his side, gasping.
“Don’t let Jekyll take you to the hospital either, you’ll heal fine on your own. I didn’t break anything this time.”
“Only threatened to.”
Hyde planted a kiss on the top of his head. “If you bite me, I will.”
Stu snapped his jaws shut, closing them on empty air with a sharp click.
Hyde roared with laughter. “Sassy bitch, no wonder I keep coming back.”
“Coming,” chuckled Stu, paying no attention to the aching in his throat.
Hyde was already moving towards the door. “You’re a fucking idiot, pet.”
“Yeah,” Stu said, “but I’m your fucking idiot pet.”
He’d just reached the handle but paused in the doorway for a moment, looking back.
“Goddamn right you are,” he said softly, just before he disappeared through the open door.
Stu settled happily on the couch, ignoring the pain inhabiting every square inch of his body, feeling an indescribable sense of peace. No one would ever understand his relationship with Hyde and he didn’t care. The beast was right - he did make Stu feel alive, by dragging him to death’s threshold every time he laid his claws on him.
But never quite pushed him over the edge. Hyde wanted him alive, even if it was solely for the pleasure of torment. And Stu loved the torment, but he knew that wasn’t why Hyde did what he did. Hyde probably didn’t care either way if Stu loved it or not, but Stu liked to hope that perhaps, maybe he did, a little.
And Hyde was so good at torment.
Hyde might actually kill him one day, and Stu wasn’t sure he’d mind. What a way to go.
He’d laughed one time, thinking it, when Hyde was already piled on top of him, and Hyde heard it and made him suffer for being sassy. And he loved that too. Stu came even harder than usual that time.
It was one of Stu’s favorite things about what they shared. Nothing was off limits, and part of the appeal lay in the danger there, the breaking of taboos, the violation of established norms because they fucking could. Where Hyde led, Stu would follow.
And Stu loved it.
The dirtier the better.
Besides, it’s not like it mattered what anyone else thought. Fuck them.
A shadow passed over his face and when he opened his eyes, Hyde was back, standing over the couch, staring down at him. Stu didn’t try hiding the happiness, thrilled to see the monster again so soon.
Hyde crouched down and ran his claws through Stu’s hair.
“Pet didn’t kiss me goodbye, naughty thing.”
Stu proffered his face obediently, a rush of joy flooding his chest when Hyde kissed him deeply, intoxicating him with the way Hyde closed his hands on either side of Stu’s face, holding him in a grip of iron, yet somehow tender.
“That’s better,” purred Hyde.
Stu couldn’t agree more.
“Don’t wait so long next time,” Stu whispered, coughing violently.
Hyde stroked his cheek, drawing his claws lightly over Stu’s skin. Then he bent down and kissed Stu again, tasting his submissive prey, grinning like the predator he was.
“I won’t,” he whispered back.
No one would ever understand, but it didn’t matter. Fuck them.
Stu felt Hyde shove him back down on the couch. Fuck me, he thought, shivering in delight at the burning. His body might protest, but Stu never would.
By the time Stu closed his eyes and opened them again, Hyde was gone. But it was okay, Stu knew he’d be back, lured by the siren call of Stu’s willing, eager sacrifices.
Billy was his crazy, wonderful boyfriend with two wolves howling inside him. Jekyll was a gentle caregiver, sweet and loving; but Hyde was his master. And he’d do anything to feel the pain Hyde liked best.
Anything at all.