Boyxboy Oneshots (Smut)

I Like You (american horrror story fan fic)

 Mushroom: well... this was probably one of the most awkward things I've had to write in my life... also kinda started then whole "imma dare you to write creepy shit that makes you uncomfortable" thing... I think I have to legally warn you about rape and gore... moving on... um enjoy...? No that's NOT the right word... tolerate maybe?

PS I hadn't actually watched the series when I wrote this... so its really kinda off

Tate Langdon had managed to get his mess of dusty blonde curls under a leather mask that matched the suit he wore currently. Everything was going according to plan, there were guns and knives where he needed them and now all he was doing was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The dark haired boy walked out of the library where he works locking the door behind him. He was used to staying late after hours, but not this late, the moon would have been high in the sky, if there was one. Tonight was a new moon. He shivered slightly in the cold air and started to walk away as quickly as he could. Unfortunately for him he didn’t hear the soft thud of shoes hitting the concrete behind him. In fact he didn’t know what was happening until a pair of strong arms wrapped around him and the ice cold metal of a scalpel was slightly pressed against his neck.

“Shush,” A deep voice said next to his ear, “If you scream or make a fuss I’ll gut you where you stand, but if you’re good and do as I say, you shall get a reward.”

The boy felt his heart rate quicken but he dare not make a sound.

“Good,” the voice said, “Now come with me, and behave!”

He gulped and nodded quickly, slowly he was released and the knife was removed. Then an arm was around his shoulder and he was being led to an alley. He glanced at the figure next to him. The figure was taller than him and was wearing a hoodie over what appeared to be a leather suit. They walked down the alley then the figure opened a door and forced him to walk down a few steps into a dimly lit basement. He started to shake.

Tate watched the boy for a minute, admiring how the light made him look innocent and weak. So easy to break and control. He was pretty with dark hair and eyes and a slender frame which made him look like you could snap him in two.

“What’s your name?” He asked the shaking boy.

“S-Sebastian.” He stammered in reply.

“Well Sebastian, I’d like you to do something for me,” He looked at Tate with confused, scared eyes, “Come here.” He gestured for the boy to come closer, Sebastian froze up for a second then did as he was told. Tate looked him over for a moment before, without warning, grabbing the collar of his shirt and tearing it away from him. Sebastian flinched away and looked down, his cheeks starting to redden. Then, once again without warning, he grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up so they were looking eye to eye.

“Any final requests?” he growled.

“Y-Yes,” Sebastian choked out, “I-I’d like to s-see your f-f-ace.”

Tate dropped the boy and he landed sprawled on the cold floor. Then, Tate removed the mask and looked down at him.

Sebastian’s heart would have skipped a beat if this was any other circumstance, but it wasn’t, so it didn’t. His face did darken in colour however.

“What?” The blonde smirked, “You like what you see?” 

Sebastian said nothing, just blushed more. This caused the look in Tate’s eyes to darken. He crouched down and picked the boy up, he then proceeded to drag him across the floor and throw him onto the bed in the corner. He was winded for a second after he hit the mattress. When he had regained his breathing he lost it again almost instantly. The blonde was biting down on his neck so hard it felt like he was about to start bleeding, then it did start bleeding. He licked up all the blood and continued until the bleeding stoped. Sebastian whimpered quietly.

Tate kissed him harshly, and slowly, but menacingly, dragged his finger nails down Sebastian’s chest and stomach until he reached his pants.  Then he undid the zipper and pulled away from the kiss, a smirk played across his lips. He had an Idea. He picked up a scalpel, moving to sit between Sebastian’s spread apart legs and started to cut down the pants, pressing down just enough to break through the fabric. This continued until most of the pants had been cut away and only one area remained, Sebastian’s crotch.

Sebastian started to shake.

“Obviously you’re not very smart. If you move there’s more of a chance I’ll cut you, and we wouldn’t want that would we.” He said, still smirking.

Sebastian did everything he could to stop shaking as the remainder of the fabric was cut away. Leaving him practically naked, wearing only underwear, which were also removed in a matter of seconds.

“Lucky I got rid of the clothes, otherwise they would be getting really tight,” He said, gently prodding Sebastian’s entrance. “Imagine that, the virgin getting hard while being raped.” He pushed his finger in and slowly started to move it, Sebastian gasped tried to squirm away.

“I mean, honestly,” Tate ignored what Sebastian was doing and continued to move his finger, “You’d have to be really slutty to get hard during rape in the first place,” He let out a loud moan when Tate brushed against something inside him, “But a slutty virgin? Not something I’ve heard of.” He inserted another finger and started to scissor him. He moaned again when the same place as last time was touched again.

“Woah, you really are enjoying this,” Tate continued, putting a third finger in, “you look like you’re about to come and I’m not even touching you there.” Deciding that he was loose enough, Tate removed his finger and forced them into Sebastian’s mouth. “Clean my hand, you made it dirty.”

Sebastian’s terrified gaze met Tate’s cold one, knowing he had no other options he did as was told and licked Tate’s fingers until he was satisfied. Once he had removed his hand he grabbed Sebastian’s wrists pinning them above his head with one hand, with the other he freed his member from the leather suit he was still wearing and lined up with Sebastian’s entrance. Then he thrust into him and felt as Sebastian’s entire body tensed. Slowly he pulled almost all the way out the roughly pushed back into him. He continued at the same pace for what felt like forever, each time feeling the tight hotness and loving the feeling of control.

At some point he let go of Sebastian’s wrists and let him wrap his arms around his neck, digging fingernails into his leather protected back. When his movements got more desperate and jerky he knew he was about to cum. He didn’t fight it, he came inside then pulled out panting slightly. Moments later Sebastian let out a muffled cry and came as well. Tate looked at him and saw he had been biting down on his own knuckle, which was now bloody and torn.

In one hand he held the scalpel, with the other he traced a line across Sebastian’s throat, ear to ear.

“I like you,” he muttered to the semi conscious boy, gently pressing the scalpel against Sebastian’s skin just under his ear, “I kill the people I like.”

Then he made the cut, ear to ear, and laughed watching the boy bleed to death.