Monster Anthology [MxM]

Strawberry Cheesecake

Author's Note: There will not be any art for this chapter. Also, please be aware that this chapter has a lot of psychological trauma inflicted on the main character. Be aware of that going in and please skip this chapter if you are not comfortable.

CONTENT WARNING: Manipulative/toxic relationships, toxic BDSM, noncon/dubcon, mention of imprisonment & rape

Nothing wakes you up in the morning quite like a knife in your pillow, Asher thought ruefully as his eyes snapped open and landed on the gleaming blade. The thunk of the knife jolted him awake as it sliced into the pillow, right in front of his face. He could admit it, he yelped. Wouldn't you?

But then that husky, gravelly voice from smoking too many cigarettes brushed against his ear, hot breath caressing the cartilage. That voice alone soothed away his creeping fears.

"Did you eat the last piece of cheesecake, Asher?" Markus rasped.

A flush bloomed across Asher's cheeks and he slowly turned his head to see the man crouched above his prone form. Broad shoulders hunched forward, chiseled abs bent, muscled thighs on either side of Asher, bulging arms - fuck, and those piercing blue eyes under his mop of messy brown hair.

"I was gonna make you one tonight-"

"So you did eat my cheesecake." It wasn't harsh, it wasn't yelling, just a statement, lacking any emotional undertones. He yanked the knife from the pillow and Asher knew in the back of his mind that he'd have to sew it up later. His own fault for eating the cheesecake, anyway. Asher knew better. After two years, he should know not to eat the last of the cheesecake—Markus always goes crazy over cheesecake.

With a heady sigh, Markus collapsed on top of Asher, his heavy body crushing the smaller man's chest, his nose pressed against Asher's neck. His cold nose. Goosebumps spread over Asher's flesh, making him shiver.

"I need to get up to make your cheesecake..." Asher murmured, snaking his arms out from under the comforter. Freed from under the pinning weight, Asher sifted his fingers through Markus's shaggy, greasy hair. The man hadn't showered yet.

A smile tugged at Asher's lips and he whispered, "Join me in the shower..."

Asher felt the answering smile on his shoulder, as Markus shifted on top of him. Wandering fingers tugged down the comforter, revealing Asher's fawn-pale, naked, freckled, hairless chest. Just the way Markus liked him. When Asher flushed, his freckled shoulders darkened with red just as much as his freckled cheeks. Sharp teeth grazed over Asher's chilling flesh, making the goosebumps spread and his nipples peak. A slight groan slipped from Asher's lips and he shivered again. Sharp teeth bit at a budding nipple, tugging with insistence, and making Asher hiss.

The rough treatment sent heat to his groin and Asher pushed up with his hips. Humming, a grin on Markus's lips, the man suddenly tossed off the rest of the comforter, letting it puddle on the floor.

Another thing to wash, Asher thought dimly, adding it to the checklist of chores for the day.

Asher didn't complain aloud, however, knowing better after two years in this man's arms. Instead, he opened his legs for the man as Markus's teeth moved from his nipples to his stomach, abdomen, and hip bones, biting and sucking, leaving blooming dark bruises in his wake. Groans of pleasure dripping from Asher's open lips turned to a shout of pain as Markus bit into Asher's inner thigh, hard enough to break skin.

"F-fuck... Markus...!" Asher hissed, his spine convulsing as the man bit his other thigh, so close to one of his balls that Asher felt his sack shrivel away in fear.