Three Scenes

by Cherry_Pop_Elf (ao3)

Chapter 1: Puppy

He still wasn’t quite sure how he ended up here. On one hand he was loving it but on the other it was embarrassing beyond belief. 

It had all started with some pillow talk. Snuggling and idly talking about love making. Steven had mindlessly said he had been reading a new book that had a dynamic of master and pet. He had said it sounded fun but the way it was written had been uncomfortable. When explaining in detail it made Eric explain ‘that person has never practiced BDSM in their life’ to him. 

It escalated from there. To learn that Blade was in more than just the goth scenes and vampire clubs. 

The whole night was spent with Eric being exhausted at how wrong those romance novels Steven had read were. How he corrected and explained proper dynamics and contracts. It was honestly extremely informative for him. He was learning so much. 

What do you mean BDSM isn’t strictly sexual? What’s a contract? Safe words? Red, yellow, green light? Race play is a actual thing? BDSM can be soft and gentle? He wanted to learn more! 

And Eric was happy to oblige. 

So now here he was. Feeling silly but rather relaxed at the same time. He was stretched out on the couch with Eric. His head was in the Dhampir’s lap, arms and legs stretched out and lazy, all the while Eric read his book. His hand would rub up and down Steven’s naked back. Cool fingers on his spine. What little clothing he actually wore was what Eric called ‘puppy gear’ in faux leather. 

He was wearing a puppy mask with ears. A chest harness with a collar that had a crescent for a tag. The fake leather was fingerless and climbed up high on his arms. Stirrups hugged all the way up to his thighs. Was even plugged with a tail. All in shades od white and gold. Custom for him. All for him. Eric’s favorite little pup. 

It had been so embarrassing to be handed the gear, but he also couldn’t help but be excited. The fact Eric took the effort to make sure it was fake leather, because of his veganism, was something that just made him feel so seen. It really dawned on him how different fiction was to reality. It’s a mutual dynamic. Not a abusive one. 

He had explained this was a good ‘starting point’ since Pup Play had a spectrum to it. Like there are things like crates, gloves, and so much more. It was all so fascinating! Eric knew so much. Of course that posed a question that was answered. 

He’s not the first pup. 

But now? He’s the favorite pup. 

“Is someone getting sleepy?” Eric would tease Steven, as he genuinely was. It was very relaxing. He could just turn his brain off. Even Marc and Jake seemed quiet. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe they wanted him to try this out? Were they also watching and monitoring? They were kinda there to front if he got stressed. So far, he sure wasn’t. He was snuggled and stretched. His body was just so relaxed. He genuinely might. 

“Sleepy little thing.” Eric would muse, as he would massage the back of Steven’s neck. A deep touch to really fight away the tension. He didn’t know this could be part of it. That it can just be like this. No sex required. That was honestly really nice. No pressure to perform. He can just. 

Turn his brain off. 

Being in this new headspace was so nice. No over thinking. Just mindless comfort. Was this a ‘subspace’ that Eric talked about? 

“Prettiest puppy around. Yes you are.” Eric would praise, which made Steven subconsciously nuzzle his face into his chest. Made him unable to read his book, but his handler seemed prepared for that. He placed a book mark in it and brought both his hands to cup his masked face. To ‘ruffle’ him much like any other dog. 

“That’s right. You are. You are my pretty puppy. Yes you are~” 

He was grinning ear to ear under his pup hood. It was so nice. His brain couldn’t stop itself from giving a bark. Oh god he barked. 

“That’s a good boy! Your first bark! Look at you~ Someone deserves a treat, hm? You want a treat? Yeah you do.” Eric would reach to the couch side table to grab a bone shaped biscuit for him to eat. It was human food, but Eric really wanted Steven to get into the zone. 

Was awkward to try and get the treat into his mouth. The mask was made to specifically make it tricky. It was awkward and embarrassing to eat out of his hand. Guess he really shouldn’t be. Is eating out of a hand really that strange when Eric eats from his neck? 

He managed to get it in and was given more praises for successfully doing so. All this worship was making his cheeks pink and his heart full. It felt so good. He was a good puppy! He was his master's favorite puppy. 

“That’s a good boy.” He would kiss the place between his eyes before returning back to his book. Steven would then return to being curled up on the couch. His head nuzzled into his lap, body sprawled out, and mind at ease. Hasn’t been this calm in ages. 

Gentle scratches as he enjoyed the touch. Eric in his lounge wear and him in hardly anything at all. 

Steven would give another stretch before flipping onto his back. Doing so earned him some belly rubs compared to the back ones. Appreciated the relaxed muscle that gave him squish and folds where he laid. A thumb that would brush over his scars and enjoyed the way tension left him. 

“Gonna spoil you rotten, aren’t I?” 

Steven gave a eager nod that had Eric laugh. 

“Told you you could trust me, little pup. Daddy knows how to take care of you.” He would pat the side of his head, with those scarlet eyes looking down. Even he seemed relaxed. Eric seemed to genuinely enjoy pampering. It was mutual. The both were in their own headspace’s. 

Steven had a lot to learn, and he was excited to. Excited to make Eric happy with this mutual affair. Maybe even explore more dynamics and flavors. 

Luckily there were two other men who wanted their turns. 

Two, stubborn, men.

Chapter 2: Furniture

Now this wasn’t how he expected to spend tonight. Damn was his back killing him. Why did he like it though? 

It had been Marc’s turn to have his own pillow talk. Seeing how happy and relaxed Steven was he wanted to see if he should open up in turn. Eric clearly knew what he was doing after all. He’s a elder goth from the 1930s. He’s been around. 

Marc wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted. He never really had time to fantasize. Eric gave a almost BDSM personality test on him, which he found stupid. He humored it and it seemed Eric knew exactly what Marc wanted. Had him curious. He refused to tell him what it was, at first. It wasn’t until he got the gear did he explain what it was. 

Marc of course said no and it was stupid. Eric respected him and didn’t push the matter. Simple as that. But the idea was still in Marc’s head. He could t stop thinking about it and figured to try it. To humor Eric, of course. 

Safe words established, gear on, and now he was here. 

Originally there had been a coffee table. Now? Now it was him. 

His arms were forced to bend so his hands were on his shoulders. In mimicry was his legs. Tight latex folded both appendages to make him balance on his knees and elbows. His mouth was gagged with a extender to a small ash tray. The scent of cigarette smoke constantly forced into his nose, as the man sitting on his back would use the tray for its intended purpose. 

“Spill so much as a particle and I’ll think about getting a new chair.” Eric warned, as he crossed one leg over the other. His attire far from the casual lounge wear he had with Steven. Here he was in a sleeveless turtle neck. Latex pants with heavy boots. He carried himself in a way that reminded vampires why he was called The Slayer. 

Another stub of his cigarette went into the tray, as he changed his position. He brought his leg back down and man spread himself. He leaned himself over his knees and applied pressure through his own hips into Marc’s back. Had him waver. It was like he was trying to make him spill the ash tray. 

“Hm….Sturdy…” He chuckled, as he ruffled at his hair. Made his bouncy curls fall over his eyes. A make shift blind as Eric gave his naked ass a hard smack. Made him whine as he tried to stay balanced. 

“Real sturdy. Hm. Good quality wood.” He mocked, as his hand reached under to taunt the cock cage around his leaking dick. Left a puddle on the carpet from all that Eric was doing to him. 

Eric clearly knew him better than he expected. Even he, let alone Steven or Jake, knew that this would be his turn on. He was surprised how much he was enjoying it. Bet Steven will go on some lecture later about why he liked it. The weird psychological whatever’s. That’s for future Marc. 

Marc could hear a glass being picked up, and now it was resting on his head. Another taunt to how still he needed to remain. His body was sweating at the tension and pressure growing. His body was aching with every minute that passed. He was strong, but this was going on for over a hour now. 

“If only you had this much discipline when we are doing missions together.” Eric commented, as his hand would rub over Marc’s ass. Gave it a hard squeeze that had his painted nails ready to sink in. Marc was struggling to remain still. He couldn’t spill the liquid and he couldn’t spill the ash tray. Imagine the punishment if he dropped Eric entirely. 

The glass would be lifted off his head. He would have given a sigh of relief if what happened next didn’t. He felt Eric’s would bring two freezing fingers into his rectum, and there was a sharp sting from them. Did he really use the alcohol in his glass to lube and finger him? Stung. Made him whine and shudder. 

“Don’t make a mess, or I’ll buy a new chair.” Eric warned, as he was purposely pressing against his prostate. Now he was starting to crack. His cock was aching worse as he tried to keep focus. Why was actual torture methods seeming easier to handle then this? Why couldn’t Eric just start stabbing him or water boarding? Those would have been far more preferable to this right now. 

Damn it Steven. Him and his cute puppy play! 

“Hm…..”

He didn’t like the sound of that. 

Oh god both his legs were on his back now. 

Eric was sitting on him with his legs crossed. All his weight was now on his spine. Eric wasn’t anything light. That was two hundred plus pounds of scar and muscle. He wasn’t going to make it. He won’t survive. Oh god oh god oh god-

Thump. 

He finally caved. His knees and elbows spread out, and he flopped onto his stomach. Remarkably he didn’t spill the ash tray. 

“Well….I said not to spill the tray. You didn’t…..Guess I’ll give you a reward.” 

Eric would laugh as he got off him. He would then detach the tray from the mouth gag, before flipping him into his back. There he would have the boot heavy on his chest. His eyes would stare up as Eric finished the rest of his smoke. He stubbed it into the tray before dumping it right over Marc’s face. He coughed against his mouth gag and tried to not be blinded by the ash. Shook his head around as Eric found humor in the abuse. 

“Hey. I could have made you lick it up.” 

Eric would grab the bottle, that Marc now learned was Tequila, and take a swig from it. A long drink before he proceeded to spit it into his face. Stung like hell. Had his eyes water as he was trapped under Eric’s boot. One that he was working on untying now. 

“And your dessert.”

His vision was gone as a socked foot was now on his face. Black fabric now was semi suffocating him as all he could inhale was the sweat. Sweat, alcohol, and ash. 

“Think you’ll cum without me even taking that cage off. Let’s see if my theory is correct, hm?” Eric would mock him, as he rubbed his foot across his face. Force the cocktail of body odor, smoke, and booze to smear across his exposed features that weren’t covered by his hair or the gag. 

While that was happening his cock was begging for attention in the cage it had been locked in. He couldn’t stroke himself but he was certainly still stimulated. He could only really whine against his gag as he was inhaling a toxic mess of fumes. 

“Does my little table want to cum? You going to cum from smelling my feet? Fucking pathetic. The hell is wrong with you? Really? That’s all it takes? Why even bother. I just have to throw you head first into laundry and that’s your viagra. What a bitch.” 

Each insult was making his cock throb. Why was this getting him so aroused? It was driving him insane. He needed more. He just wasn’t getting enough yet it was also too much. He’s been tortured by trained military soldiers yet it couldn’t compare to this. 

“Gonna cum? Gonna cum from be rubbing my foot in your face? God, and to think I ever bothered playing with your dick. I could have skipped so much hassle by just doing this. Huh? I bet you would like that. Want that, bitch? You want to be a sock sniffing beta cuck for me?”

This was humiliating. 

He might cum. 

“I bet you do. I bet you want that gag off so you can lick the filth off my heel. Want me to take my sock off? Want to lick the sweat and grime right off the source? Sorry, but good boys get rewarded. You still failed. You didn’t spill the ash, but you still fell. Maybe I won’t even let you cum.”

That made Marc whine. He needed to cum. He was right there. 

“Look at that. Practically pissing yourself. You are so fucking pathetic.” He would lift his foot off his face and spat directly onto his cheek. Now the foot was rubbing over the caged cock. Cold metal with spots that were relieved with a hot clothed foot. Hot and cold in mixed patterns. His hips couldn’t help but try and grind against him. 

“A foot, Spector. It takes a single foot!” He gave a stomp on his balls and it was over. 

Marc cried in pain, and his hips jumped. His cum was leaking from around the cage. A splattering mess from the blockage at his tip. His eyes were wet as he was in a orgasm he didn’t know he could experience before. 

Everything was hot and dizzy now. He was trying to catch his breathe, but his air was limited by the gag. Just deep inhales through his nose to balance his strong heart beat. 

He could tell Eric was doing something around him, but he couldn’t bother opening his eyes. He just let him do whatever he wanted. What he wanted, it seemed, was to get the gear off of him. 

Marc’s arms and legs were set free now. Free, and sweaty. He groaned as his limp cock was unattached from the cage. Now there was a wet cloth rubbing at his face. 

“Oh sit still, unless you want to wear this oh so pretty makeup.”

Eric’s voice was different now. The tone was so….gentle. Gentle and sweet. Like sugar in tea. 

With the mess wiped away he would look up to see his partner. Was smiling down at him. He seemed just as satisfied in their scene as if he had a orgasm to. He looked relaxed. That was oddly compelling for him to witness. 

“Told you to trust me. I know my boys well.” A kiss would then be placed on his forehead. Was followed by his head now being brought into the Dhampir’s lap. His hair was combed through by cold fingers. It was so soothing. He just closed his eyes and let himself be taken care of. Didn’t notice the mess that was cleaned up or the blanket pulled over him. 

“I haven’t seen you so relaxed in ages…..I guess I didn’t do to bad of a job.” Eric would confidently say, as he kept playing with Marc’s hair. 

“Yeah…..Poor Steven is going to question why his damn balls hurt later, but that’s his problem.” Marc would press his cheek against Eric’s hand, as he was cared for. Eric always spoiled with aftercare. The Dhampir saw what the Moon Knight they were went through. It’s hard for them to allow themselves to be taken care of. 

So Eric took every chance he could to lick their wounds. 

Mental and physical.

Chapter 3: Brat

“I said lick. It.”

A sharp smack across the face was sent Jake’s way. Didn’t see it coming because of the blindfold. He just had to take it and try not to stumble over from where he was on his hands and knees. Wrist and ankle cuffs kept him from moving too much. 

Good ole Lockley. The hardest out of them all. The one that had eagerly waited his turn to talk to Blade about what they should dabble in next. What kind of plans he wanted to explore. 

He was the one man that could safely dominate the Dhampir. There was a reason Eric always domed. It was genuinely safer. He feared the lost of control. That if he relaxed too much he would go feral. That people would get hurt because he just had to want a normal thing. To feel safe. To let himself not think for a while. It just takes a few seconds before someone loses their major organs. 

Jake had that skill to keep him under control. Honestly all three of them did, being a Moon Knight and all, but it was Jake who gave him that reassurance that he could close his eyes and let himself breathe. Just for a little while. 

Now it was Jake's turn to be a brat and let himself be punished for it. A reward if you ask him. 

“Lick. It.”

Jake’s head was slammed down by a heavy boot, and now his nose was stuffed into the laces of the other. His mouth was now forced to swallow a flavor of boot leather and left over blood from god knows where. He was either going to listen or get a heavier hit. There was temptation to see what he would throw his way, but there was a balance needed here. As much give as there was take. No fun if he never listened. That’s the fun of it. Break him down. The dom earned the sub’s response as much as the sub earned the dom’s reward. 

So, he licked. 

He licked across the steel toed boot. Licked its laces all the way to where they stopped at the knee. Get the scent of the latex pants in his messy kisses. He wondered what else he was wearing. Had to earn the view though. 

“Now the other. Hurry up, before I lose my patience with you.”

The wet boot would rough nudge his cheek, before the bottom forced his head down to the other. Have the laces between his teeth as he was forced to inhale the musk that was growing. Hard to tell who’s more aroused here. 

He would clean the second boot by Eric’s command. 

“See? You need to obey more often. Good boys get rewards. You want a reward, don’t you? Be good and sit on your knees. Sit on your knees-!” A hard shove to his shoulder was given. He would have fallen on his back if the collar and leash wasn’t in Eric's hand. Kept Jake from crashing. A yank and he was on his knees. 

“Tilt your head back and open your mouth. Tongue out. I said tongue out-!” Jake’s jaw was grabbed and his tongue was practically forced out. Next was Eric spitting directly onto the tongue. Forced him to just let it sit there for a while. As if nothing more than a trash can. There to collect the grime and discarded. 

“Swallow.”

Jake would pull his tongue back and did so. 

“See? Good boy. That’s how it goes. Isn’t it nice to listen?”

“No hablo inglés.”

A tsk left between Eric’s lips before he yanked the leash. Yanked so hard that Jake’s face slammed itself into the carpet. If it had been wood his nose certainly would have been bruised. 

“Be lucky I like durable toys.” He complimented, before he stepped his boot onto the back of his head. Kept his face forced into the carpet as he took his time to plan what to do next. How to break his toy. 

He had a idea. 

He used his boot to push and flip Jake onto his back. His knees were up and some twisting and turning his wrists would be forced above his head. 

“Qué demonios estás haciendo-?!”

“Gonna make you beg for air.”

“Que-?!”

He voice was cut off as he felt the boot press down on his wind pipe. He gasped as more pressure was being applied. There was also tears in his eyes as he felt where the other boot was resting. It was pressing hard on his lower stomach. Was like his pelvic bone was being used for balance. Eric was fully on top of his body. 

Jake gasped for air, in between the teeth gritting pain of his pelvis being stepped on. Eric was not a small figure. His strength may be supernatural, but he certainly reminded you he was stupidly strong. This was no spooning. This was pressure on body joints. 

“Gonna start playing nice now?”

Jake just sneered up towards where he assumed Eric’s face was. He won’t give up that easy. He will survive. He will focus on his breathing. He can do this. He tried to breathe more shallow, but it seemed Eric wasn’t letting him go. 

For a moment he was permitted air, but that was only because Eric knew if he put his full weight on his neck it would break. He had to adjust his stance and now the boot was fully pressed into his chest. His ribs the balance beam before his throat was stepped on again. 

Ok…..It was way harder to breathe now. He could feel his face flushing. Everything was heating up and his lungs ached. 

“Pierde algo de peso!”

“You little shit-!”

He was given air again, but it was always with sacrifice. He was kicked right into the side of his face. No teeth lost, but a bruising cheek was given. Some blood spiddled out from biting his cheek. 

“The nerve. Consider any dick touching off the menu tonight!”

Whoops. Eh. He couldn’t help but accept that. Maybe that was a little to far. He still hasn’t fully recovered from his coma after all. Was self conscious about that. 

“…..Sorry….”

A momentary break from the scene. One that made Eric get off of him and let him catch his breath properly now. Had boot prints on his body for a confused Steven to deal with later. 

A breather for them both. 

Heat of the moment happens. 

“Yellow light?”

“Yellow light.”

“Alright, love.”

God he felt embarrassed. Not in the kinky way either. Why was it him that had to bust out the safe word?! Marc didn’t! Steven didn’t! It was him that busted it out. He’s the protector. The aggressor. The one that shows up when everything gets too much. When they needed to shield their emotions and be nothing but a stone cold killer! He’s the one that shouldn’t break. 

“Why do I suspect it’s actually a red light? I don’t need to see your eyes to know you are thinking hard.”

“….Callarse la boca.”

“Im not going to shut up. I’m not some Mr. Grey bullshit. My sub is having a crisis so everything is on pause. Talk to me, babe. Communicate with me.”

“……Why did I have to be the one to say slow down…?”

That seemed to be the ticket to make the whole fantasy fall apart. 

“Jake, there isn’t any shame in needing to safe word. You know that, right?”

“But I shouldn’t need to-“

“Jake….You quit that right now.”

He heard him come closer, and now he was seeing him face to face with the blindfold removed. A face that showed genuine worry for the other man. Made Jake feel sick that someone would worry for him. Of all people it’s a man that’s cold as stone. 

“Baby, it’s alright. Ain’t no shame in saying game over.”

“Shut up.”

“Telling the guy who put you in wrist and ankle cuffs to shut up doesn’t really float too well down the lazy river. We’re taking a break. You got a problem with that? You can go jerk off. I am not keeping the scene going when I know you aren’t in the headspace for it. That’s not how I roll.”

Jake was frustrated. He didn’t want this to stop. So what if he was feeling like shit? So what if he was uncomfortable? Life is uncomfortable. What makes this any different?

He wanted to fight him on the matter, but Eric was already undoing the cuffs and wiping the man’s face from blood and mess from the affair. Jake would try and push him away, but it never worked. They have done this song and dance so many times before. Eric handled stubborn men just fine. 

“You will get after care and you will like it-“

“Vete a la mierda!”

“I know you are the protective alter, but it’s time someone protected you. Even if it’s from yourself. Now stop squirming-“

Was a struggle, but Eric managed to clean him up a bit. Jake will forever be so stubborn. He didn’t ask for help. He didn’t search for help. He was the one to protect others. He’s the one who is strong. Nothing should phase him. He carries all the burdens on his shoulders. He was created to be a shield. 

He’s not suppose to have others care for him. 

Yet….Here he was. 

“I hate you.”

“Love you more.” Eric would cup the man’s face, as angry tears were welling up from the corners. 

“Let me take care of you, Lockley. Come on…..Don’t make me restrain you again.”

“Stop being so nice!”

“Hm….No.”

Jake was now forced over Eric’s shoulder, before being body slammed to the bed. Knocked the wind out of him. When he found it again, his lover was already changing out of the latex. Guess he can at least enjoy the show. Eric always looked so damn fine. Maybe this wasn’t all that bad….

“We can always try again another time. Not like I’m saying no. I just can’t do something like this. No proper dom should. I care about you too, Jake. I signed up for all three of you. You are loved to. You know that, right?” 

Jake hesitated. It couldn’t be helped. 

“Jake….”

Eric joined him on the bed, and forced the man to be held. He wrapped his arm around him and cradled his head against his chest. Let him shed those angry tears he was fighting to hold back. 

It was just so….hard. 

“I love you, Jake Lockley.”

“Why?”

“Because you are Jake Lockley.”

“That is a stupid reason.”

“Then I am a stupid man.”

“Fucking-Stop this! Stop that! Just stop being so-! So fucking-!”

He was crying. When….When was the last time he cried-? Has he ever cried? He didn’t know. He didn’t understand. Why was he crying? Why should he cry? He’s not suppose to. Steven is suppose to have all these emotions. Steven is the one to regulate them. Why was he having them now? Why?

Why was he being taken care of?

He didn’t know how long it stayed like this. To lay in bed with Eric. Cold fingers in his hair as he just cried. Let out tears and years of build up he didn’t know he had. Khonshu probably didn’t even know either. Just knew that it was a long time. Impossibly long. 

And Eric never moved an inch. 

He would keep petting his hair, holding him as tight as a life preserve, and let him empty his soul out. Like he wanted Jake to feel better. 

Like he cared. 

“I hate you.”

“I love you too, Lockley.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Well, you gonna stop me?”

“……”

“Thought so, little brat.”

A kiss to his head was given, as he kept holding him. Never let go. Never will let go. 

That's just not how this Slayer worked. 

That’s not why Khonshu chose him to be another Moon-Knight. 

He was given the name for its purpose. 

A purpose to love all his boys.