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shadowhivePrey
Pairing: Cole Hill/Rust Vance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Drugging, con-non con, some gory thoughts/talk
Notes: This came from a random image I mentioned tofleshdoll after seeing Clown In A Cornfield and… well it stuck. I’d have probably finished sooner if it wasn’t for heat and mood being shitty. But hey I finished a fic woo! I might even post it on ao3 sometime (but’s 2am and I can’t be bothered with all the tagging so I’ll do it some other time if I do) but hopefully this means creative block is lifted and I can get back to posting things, woo!
Rust crouched and remained as still as he could from his position in the undergrowth. He’d learned over the years that to hunt required patience and that meant learning how to be silent and still. It was easy to give your position away, the slightest movement, the smallest sound could give your position away.
He froze when he spotted his prey in the distance, entering the clearing. He’d planned this very carefully, studied his movements, tracked him, just like he would any other prey. And now here he was, right where he wanted him. He gave him a few moments, watching his prey enter the clearing and then slowly he raised his rifle and looked through the sight, taking a deep, steadying breath.
He waited until he was absolutely sure that he wouldn’t miss and then he pulled the trigger.
Almost instantly the tranquilliser dart flew through the air, striking its target in the chest. The boy’s eyes went wide from the shock of being hit by it and then he looked down, pulling the dart from his chest and letting it fall to the floor before starting to run.
Rust smirked, knowing that it would do no good, that it was too late. He lifted the rifle up, hooking the strap over his shoulders before rising from his hiding place, starting to follow his prey.
He hadn’t gotten very far and it was clear that the tranquilliser was coursing through him, making his movements unsteady. Even so he kept his distance as he stalked his prey. He knew well enough that just because something was weakened didn’t make it any less dangerous.
Rust watched as his prey swayed as he moved between the trees, his steps becoming more and more unsteady until he finally fell first into the dirt. Rust smirked, as he approached the body of his prey. With a booted foot he rolled him onto his back, looking down at him.
He was a boy, the same age as him, with dark hair, and wide eyes that met his own. He had a pretty face, despite the specks of dirt and mud on his cheeks from the fall. He tried to say something but all that came out was a wordless noise. Rust gave him a moment and grinned when his arm twitched, clearly unable to even raise it much less push him away. Perfect.
He reached for his belt and unsheathed the hunting knife that he kept there admiring the blade the dappled light. He could so easily use it on his prey, to slash his throat or tear through his belly so his entrails spilled across the dirt. Fear was in his prey’s eyes, probably thinking that he was about to do the same things he was thinking.
But where would be the fun in making him bleed here. Though he had to admire, the gear in his eyes did go straight to his dick.
He used his boot again so that he was back to lay on his belly. It was a shame he couldn’t see his face but this was the better position for what he was about to do. He crouched down, straddling the boy’s legs and bought the knife down. The blade sliced easily through the fabric of his pants, cutting a slit between the cheeks of his ass. With his free hand he pulled the torn fabric apart even further, exposing him to the cool forest air.
Rust took a moment to admire him, trailing his gloved fingers across his skin of his cheeks. He’d probably be quivering if he wasn’t drugged but instead he just heard him make another wordless sound. He gave his ass a slap, then returned his blade to its sheath, reaching into his pocket for tube of lube that he found there. It didn’t take him long to coat his fingers and he set the tube on the boy’s back, using his hand to pull apart his cheeks to expose his hole. He wet his lips at the sight of it, tempted to lean down and shove his tongue inside him. But no, that could come later.
Instead he eased two fingers into him, the digits sliding easily into him. “Such a slut.” He whispered to him, addressing his prey for the first time. “Taking my fingers like they’re nothing.” He could picture the boy earlier in the day, fingering himself open, maybe even riding a dildo like the filthy whore he was. He bit back a moan at the thought, withdrawing them so just the tips were inside him before adding a third.
A small sound left the boy’s throat and it probably would have been a groan if he wasn’t drugged. Rust started to move his fingers to stretch him open, even though it wasn’t even really necessary. He took a few moments just to be sure, spreading and twisting his fingers inside him, before removing them.
After setting his rifle down on the ground beside them he bought his hand between his legs. Rust undid the buckle of his belt, then his flies, tugging the waistband of his boxers down below his balls freeing his erection with a sigh. Quickly he grabbed the lube again, drizzling some on his cock and giving it a few firm strokes to coat it. Beneath him his prey let out a sound, which again earned him a slap. “Quiet.”
After stuffing the lube back in his pocket he laid over the boy, a hand on the base of his dick to angle himself towards his hole. When his head brushed against his opening he thrust into him, filling him on one thrust and biting back a moan. It felt good to sink into his heat and for a few heartbeats he just stayed fully inside him.
Then he started to move, withdrawing and then thrusting roughly into him. Although he’d told him to be quiet sounds did escape from him, ones that sounded like whimpers or maybe groans.
He almost slapped his ass again, but instead Rust bought his hand to the handle of his blade, slipping it out of its sheath again. Deftly he bought the blade up, pressing the blade against his prey’s neck. “I told you to be quiet.” He whispered, voice low in his ear. He thrust into him as he said that, smirking at the choked out sound. “Perhaps I should silence you permanently.” As he said that he pressed the blade against him, just enough so that it would break the skin. His prey made a soft noise and Rust hummed in approval, keeping the blade there for a few moments. “But where would the fun been in that.” He moved the knife away, admiring the slight trace of blood on the metal. He was tempted to lick it away, but decided it was best not to. He returned the blade to its sheath, then resumed his movements, going a little faster and rougher this time.
“Don’t worry though, I’m going to take my time with you, taking you apart piece by piece.” He whispered the words in his ear, his voice a light more breathless this time. “Starting here.” He traced his fingers around his wrist, then up to elbow, stroking across the joint through his clothing. “Then here.” His fingers went up higher until he stroked his shoulder. “Then I’ll do the same to your other arm. Then do the same to each of your legs.” The thought of his prey being limbless and immobile, unable to away from him just made him slam rougher into him. “And then when I’m done….” He wished now he was on his back, as he could emphasise his next words with an action. “I’ll gut you and the last thing you’ll see is me holding up your insides.”
He felt his prey’s insides flutter around him and he chuckled. He held onto him a little tighter and then went quiet, the thoughts behind his words swimming in his head. He knew that he was close and that all it would take would be a few more thrusts.
Rust put all his focus on that, slamming roughly into him, chasing his pleasure, gripping the sides of his prey as he held him down into the dirt. With a low growl he came, spilling deep into him, claiming him.
As soon as he was done he pulled out of him, getting back and admiring the sight of his open hole as he caught his breath. He took his time to tuck himself away, zipping his flies back up, returning his rifle over his shoulder. Then he lifted his prey up off the ground, hauling him up over his other shoulder and started to walk through the trees.
It was only a short distance to his truck and he tossed his prey into the back, taking a moment to admire him before covering him up with a tarp. Then he got back into the drivers seat, set his rifle down beside him and started the drive back home to Kettle Springs.
***
“Ugh…” Rust looked up at the sound, instantly getting up from where he’d been sitting, moving over to the bed and sitting beside Cole.
“How’re you feeling?” He asked as Cole shifted on the bed so that he was sitting up.
“That was… fuck.” His boyfriend’s face split into a grin, his eyes sparkling. “It was so intense.”
“I’m glad you thought so, it really was.” Rust rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing a little.. “I didn’t go too far did I? You know with the talk of cutting you up.”
Cole reached up, stroking his cheek. “No, that was hot as fuck and I’m gonna need you to say those things to me again.” He shifted his hand to the back of Rust’s head, pulling him closer to him and they kissed. It was sloppy, all lips and tongue and Rust let his eyes lid, enjoying every moment of it.
Eventually they broke for air and Rust shifted so that he was lying beside him on the bed, taking a moment to examine the other boy’s neck. He’d checked it earlier and there was a mark on his skin, but it was only really noticeable up close. He leaned in, planting a kiss against it and Cole let out a soft little moan.
“Next time you’ll have to cut me somewhere a little less obvious.” He whispered and now it was Rust’s turn to groan at the mere thought.
“Next time?” He whispered the words, looking into his eyes as he pulled away from his throat.
“Mmm.” Cole nodded, stroking his hair absently. “I definitely need you to use that blade on me again. Maybe you can carve your initials into my thigh or something.”
The thought made Rust’s brain short circuit and Cole just flashed him that smirk of his, pulling him back down into another hungry kiss.
Pairing: Cole Hill/Rust Vance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Drugging, con-non con, some gory thoughts/talk
Notes: This came from a random image I mentioned to
fleshdoll after seeing Clown In A Cornfield and… well it stuck. I’d have probably finished sooner if it wasn’t for heat and mood being shitty. But hey I finished a fic woo! I might even post it on ao3 sometime (but’s 2am and I can’t be bothered with all the tagging so I’ll do it some other time if I do) but hopefully this means creative block is lifted and I can get back to posting things, woo!Rust crouched and remained as still as he could from his position in the undergrowth. He’d learned over the years that to hunt required patience and that meant learning how to be silent and still. It was easy to give your position away, the slightest movement, the smallest sound could give your position away.
He froze when he spotted his prey in the distance, entering the clearing. He’d planned this very carefully, studied his movements, tracked him, just like he would any other prey. And now here he was, right where he wanted him. He gave him a few moments, watching his prey enter the clearing and then slowly he raised his rifle and looked through the sight, taking a deep, steadying breath.
He waited until he was absolutely sure that he wouldn’t miss and then he pulled the trigger.
Almost instantly the tranquilliser dart flew through the air, striking its target in the chest. The boy’s eyes went wide from the shock of being hit by it and then he looked down, pulling the dart from his chest and letting it fall to the floor before starting to run.
Rust smirked, knowing that it would do no good, that it was too late. He lifted the rifle up, hooking the strap over his shoulders before rising from his hiding place, starting to follow his prey.
He hadn’t gotten very far and it was clear that the tranquilliser was coursing through him, making his movements unsteady. Even so he kept his distance as he stalked his prey. He knew well enough that just because something was weakened didn’t make it any less dangerous.
Rust watched as his prey swayed as he moved between the trees, his steps becoming more and more unsteady until he finally fell first into the dirt. Rust smirked, as he approached the body of his prey. With a booted foot he rolled him onto his back, looking down at him.
He was a boy, the same age as him, with dark hair, and wide eyes that met his own. He had a pretty face, despite the specks of dirt and mud on his cheeks from the fall. He tried to say something but all that came out was a wordless noise. Rust gave him a moment and grinned when his arm twitched, clearly unable to even raise it much less push him away. Perfect.
He reached for his belt and unsheathed the hunting knife that he kept there admiring the blade the dappled light. He could so easily use it on his prey, to slash his throat or tear through his belly so his entrails spilled across the dirt. Fear was in his prey’s eyes, probably thinking that he was about to do the same things he was thinking.
But where would be the fun in making him bleed here. Though he had to admire, the gear in his eyes did go straight to his dick.
He used his boot again so that he was back to lay on his belly. It was a shame he couldn’t see his face but this was the better position for what he was about to do. He crouched down, straddling the boy’s legs and bought the knife down. The blade sliced easily through the fabric of his pants, cutting a slit between the cheeks of his ass. With his free hand he pulled the torn fabric apart even further, exposing him to the cool forest air.
Rust took a moment to admire him, trailing his gloved fingers across his skin of his cheeks. He’d probably be quivering if he wasn’t drugged but instead he just heard him make another wordless sound. He gave his ass a slap, then returned his blade to its sheath, reaching into his pocket for tube of lube that he found there. It didn’t take him long to coat his fingers and he set the tube on the boy’s back, using his hand to pull apart his cheeks to expose his hole. He wet his lips at the sight of it, tempted to lean down and shove his tongue inside him. But no, that could come later.
Instead he eased two fingers into him, the digits sliding easily into him. “Such a slut.” He whispered to him, addressing his prey for the first time. “Taking my fingers like they’re nothing.” He could picture the boy earlier in the day, fingering himself open, maybe even riding a dildo like the filthy whore he was. He bit back a moan at the thought, withdrawing them so just the tips were inside him before adding a third.
A small sound left the boy’s throat and it probably would have been a groan if he wasn’t drugged. Rust started to move his fingers to stretch him open, even though it wasn’t even really necessary. He took a few moments just to be sure, spreading and twisting his fingers inside him, before removing them.
After setting his rifle down on the ground beside them he bought his hand between his legs. Rust undid the buckle of his belt, then his flies, tugging the waistband of his boxers down below his balls freeing his erection with a sigh. Quickly he grabbed the lube again, drizzling some on his cock and giving it a few firm strokes to coat it. Beneath him his prey let out a sound, which again earned him a slap. “Quiet.”
After stuffing the lube back in his pocket he laid over the boy, a hand on the base of his dick to angle himself towards his hole. When his head brushed against his opening he thrust into him, filling him on one thrust and biting back a moan. It felt good to sink into his heat and for a few heartbeats he just stayed fully inside him.
Then he started to move, withdrawing and then thrusting roughly into him. Although he’d told him to be quiet sounds did escape from him, ones that sounded like whimpers or maybe groans.
He almost slapped his ass again, but instead Rust bought his hand to the handle of his blade, slipping it out of its sheath again. Deftly he bought the blade up, pressing the blade against his prey’s neck. “I told you to be quiet.” He whispered, voice low in his ear. He thrust into him as he said that, smirking at the choked out sound. “Perhaps I should silence you permanently.” As he said that he pressed the blade against him, just enough so that it would break the skin. His prey made a soft noise and Rust hummed in approval, keeping the blade there for a few moments. “But where would the fun been in that.” He moved the knife away, admiring the slight trace of blood on the metal. He was tempted to lick it away, but decided it was best not to. He returned the blade to its sheath, then resumed his movements, going a little faster and rougher this time.
“Don’t worry though, I’m going to take my time with you, taking you apart piece by piece.” He whispered the words in his ear, his voice a light more breathless this time. “Starting here.” He traced his fingers around his wrist, then up to elbow, stroking across the joint through his clothing. “Then here.” His fingers went up higher until he stroked his shoulder. “Then I’ll do the same to your other arm. Then do the same to each of your legs.” The thought of his prey being limbless and immobile, unable to away from him just made him slam rougher into him. “And then when I’m done….” He wished now he was on his back, as he could emphasise his next words with an action. “I’ll gut you and the last thing you’ll see is me holding up your insides.”
He felt his prey’s insides flutter around him and he chuckled. He held onto him a little tighter and then went quiet, the thoughts behind his words swimming in his head. He knew that he was close and that all it would take would be a few more thrusts.
Rust put all his focus on that, slamming roughly into him, chasing his pleasure, gripping the sides of his prey as he held him down into the dirt. With a low growl he came, spilling deep into him, claiming him.
As soon as he was done he pulled out of him, getting back and admiring the sight of his open hole as he caught his breath. He took his time to tuck himself away, zipping his flies back up, returning his rifle over his shoulder. Then he lifted his prey up off the ground, hauling him up over his other shoulder and started to walk through the trees.
It was only a short distance to his truck and he tossed his prey into the back, taking a moment to admire him before covering him up with a tarp. Then he got back into the drivers seat, set his rifle down beside him and started the drive back home to Kettle Springs.
***
“Ugh…” Rust looked up at the sound, instantly getting up from where he’d been sitting, moving over to the bed and sitting beside Cole.
“How’re you feeling?” He asked as Cole shifted on the bed so that he was sitting up.
“That was… fuck.” His boyfriend’s face split into a grin, his eyes sparkling. “It was so intense.”
“I’m glad you thought so, it really was.” Rust rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing a little.. “I didn’t go too far did I? You know with the talk of cutting you up.”
Cole reached up, stroking his cheek. “No, that was hot as fuck and I’m gonna need you to say those things to me again.” He shifted his hand to the back of Rust’s head, pulling him closer to him and they kissed. It was sloppy, all lips and tongue and Rust let his eyes lid, enjoying every moment of it.
Eventually they broke for air and Rust shifted so that he was lying beside him on the bed, taking a moment to examine the other boy’s neck. He’d checked it earlier and there was a mark on his skin, but it was only really noticeable up close. He leaned in, planting a kiss against it and Cole let out a soft little moan.
“Next time you’ll have to cut me somewhere a little less obvious.” He whispered and now it was Rust’s turn to groan at the mere thought.
“Next time?” He whispered the words, looking into his eyes as he pulled away from his throat.
“Mmm.” Cole nodded, stroking his hair absently. “I definitely need you to use that blade on me again. Maybe you can carve your initials into my thigh or something.”
The thought made Rust’s brain short circuit and Cole just flashed him that smirk of his, pulling him back down into another hungry kiss.
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Date: 2025-07-24 07:03 pm (UTC)Awww thank you I’m glad! Yeah I wasn’t sure why pov would be best at first but I’m glad I went with Rust’s too👀
Yeah! I started it around that time but then heat and blehness😭 but I’m so glad! And yeah there’s something about a cute boy being immobile and helpless like that👀 oh you’re so right! I hope they’re never in a room together they’d never shut up😭
Awww thank you! I could have easily gone with evil!Rust of course but there was something about it being a scene👀 and then of course that meant doing that last bit. And yeah I love the contrast and how cute and freaky they are (and Rust’s worrying that he went too far😭) yeah! rust went fully in character the whole time👀🖤
Yeah! It made me think of that fic you did ages ago with Awsten and Otto and I kinda channeled that energy! And I agree it’s so hot and they absolutely should!👀💜
Awww thank you so many I’m so glad! They’re so🖤🖤