Helpless (A MithRoss FanFic) [Smut]

Chapter 1

Max wiggled around uselessly, trying to free himself from the duct tape bonds that held him to the chair. Muffled groans escaped from around the tape covering his mouth. There was a single, naked lightbulb above him, illuminating only a small circle around where he sat. Most of the room was still lost to darkness.

​"Mmph! Hmnph!" He jumped at the sudden touch of a hand on his shoulder. He stilled, but not completely, continuing to tug helplessly at the tape pinning his wrists to the arms of the chair.
​Another hand appeared on his other shoulder, and the red-head stopped all movements. He did not want to piss off whoever was behind him. At least, not in his current position.
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Suddenly, one hand moved and pinched his nose, completely blocking any means of Max being able to breathe. His eyes widened at the lack of oxygen, and he began shaking his head, desperately trying to dislodge whoever was doing this. Soon, though, his efforts began to slow as his body became more oxygen deprived. The hand dropped from his nose and ripped the duct tape of his mouth, allowing Max to take deep, gulping, lung-fulls of air.

​"Who...the hell...are you," he asked, head bowed as he tried to make up for lost oxygen.

​"Shhh..." came the whispered reply. The red-head was alarmed at how completely genderless a whisper sounded. It could be someone he knew and he wouldn't be able to tell. "Let's not worry about that."

​"Worry?" Max's voice was layered thick with sarcasm. "Why would I worry? I'm just kidnapped and tied to a chair while some unknown person tries to suffocate me! Nothing to worry about!"
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The mystery person didn't respond. Max gasped in shock and pain as a hand fisted in his red hair and yanked his head to the side. He didn't even have time to comprehend what was happening before he felt soft lips against his neck, licking and sucking on the small expanse of skin that wasn't covered by his shirt.
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He caught a glimpse of brunette curls before they pulled away. "Whoops. Almost gave myself away. Let's keep me a mystery for the time being." They whispered all this into Max's ear before walking away. The red-head could hear their footsteps grow softer as they put more distance between them.
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After a short period of time, Max stiffened as he heard the footsteps approach again. He didn't dare turn around to try and see who was doing this. He was terrified of what would happen.
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The footsteps stopped, directly behind him, and, for a moment, the only sound was Max's harsh breathing as fear coursed through his body. The temptation to look over his shoulder was overwhelming, but his terror was what was keeping him from doing it.
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Suddenly, his eyes widened as a strip of soft fabric appeared over his eyes, preventing him from seeing anything. "Hey, what the fuck?!" He tried to dislodge the material as it was pulled tightly against his skin and he felt hands tie it at the back of his head. "Get this shit off me!"

​"I know you're tempted to look at me." Max's body went rigid at those still whispered words. "So this is a precaution of sorts. Till you're ready to know who I am."
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The red-head shuddered, opening his mouth to retort back, but then snapped it shut, biting his lip as those soft lips connected with his neck again. The same hand from earlier ran itself through his hair and gently pulled his head to the side before grabbing a hold. Max felt teeth nibble softly on his flesh and he tasted blood as he bit his lip harder to keep from moaning out loud.

​"This...this is sexual as-assault you know," he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut behind the blindfold.
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The lips briefly lifted from his skin long enough to whisper, "It's not if you're enjoying it, too."

​"Who s-says I am?"

​"Well..."
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Max shivered as the warmth of the others body left, leaving a cold feeling behind him. Suddenly, he gasped out a moan when a hand palmed his already half-hard member through his jeans. Whispered words met his ears again. "I'd say this agrees with me. Besides..." The red-head bit his tongue as the mystery person climbed onto his lap, lacing his hands behind his neck. "You haven't once told me to stop."
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Max frowned, once again opening his mouth to reply, "Hey, that doesn't mean shi–mmph!" He was cut off by lips meeting his own. His eyes flew open, though the action did nothing to help him. The red-head didn't react to the kiss, just sat there at let the mystery man, he could tell by the guy's boner pressing against his stomach, have his way with him.
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Suddenly, the man smirked into the kiss and ground his hips downward, rubbing against Max's own erection and causing him to gasp and moan. The man took that as an invitation to stick his tongue in Max's mouth. He still didn't react, just allowed his mouth to be invaded by the other person.
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The man assaulting him sat back, breaking the kiss. Both of them were panting. "Aw, come on, Max," he whispered, and Max shivered at the use of his name. The man hadn't said it before. "It's no fun if you don't fight back."
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He slammed their lips together again, and this time, Max kissed back, willingly opening his mouth to let their tongues swirl together in a battle for dominance. Surprisingly, he won, and the man on top of him let out a low, muffled moan before breaking the kiss again.