Blast From The Past – Fic#365 – Reaper/Sigma – Dom!Reaper; sub!Sigma; docile sub gone feral; mate press; rough sex – Awake

Please enjoy this blast from the past! Originally posted as fic #66! Please have a peek at the patreon only discord channel if you are curious why this is a blast from the past :) if you got trouble connecting to discord or have questions, never hesitate to DM me!

Readable for all tiers this time :)

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Reaper/Sigma – Reaper has rescued Sigma from Talon and takes care of him in a loving Dom/sub relationship. However, Sigma has his own demons and sometimes shifts personalities.

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The apartment is quiet when Reaper makes his way up to the top floor, but he knows the second that he opens the door that something is… off.

The energy in the dark room is all wrong, and the air is still with a kind of anticipation that has him on edge immediately. He hasn’t been able to see his pet in a couple days, and really been looking forward to having Sigma all nice and docile for himself, but it seems his plans had been dashed even before he’d made them up.

Cautiously, he takes a step into the lavish apartment, mouth twitching beneath his mask when he feels and hears the crunch of ceramic beneath his heavy boot. Glancing down, he can see a few shards of what might have been a vase or a plate glinting in the thick rug.

He sighs deeply. His poor boy. He doesn’t know what has triggered him this time… he just hopes he hasn’t accidentally hurt himself. He takes another step inside, taking care not to grind more shards into the rug, and closes the door behind himself.

“Sigma,” he says, voice easily carrying through the still air. There’s rustling further in. Reaper shudders. He is used to a lot of shit in Talon but his usually sweet, docile pet having an episode is rather… creepy.

He’ll never get used to it.

Still, he makes his way deeper into the apartment. It is large and lavish; Reaper likes to splurge on his pet and make sure he has everything he needs. That he’s warm and happy and can study the stars without Talon becoming the wiser where their erstwhile labrat has escaped to.

In the darkness it looks eerie, though. He reaches out and gently clicks on the light. There’s movement to his right and he can just about dissolve into smoke before the large fist comes down on his head.

Sigma looks deranged… feral. He hasn’t seen him like that in a while. He wonders what has happened but he doesn’t think he’ll ever find out. He pulls himself back together just a few steps to the side. His mask dissolves and so does his robe, showing his pet his face; letting him see something more familiar.

“Easy now. What’s all this about?” he croons.

Sigma relaxes a bit at the sound of his voice. He stands a little taller, looking towards him, his pale eyes sparking with a kind of aggression that he’s very rarely seen on his usually docile boy, but that… is really exciting.

Reaper grins slowly, tongue dragging across his teeth as he watches the tall sub cautiously; noting how he is only wearing some soft lounge pants still, having struggled himself out of the rest presumably.

“Hmmn. You look feisty today, boy. Got all that energy pent up, hm?”

Sigma takes a step towards him, menacing and sudden, and Reaper obediently takes a step back, his grin spreading farther, heart thumping fast as he wonders about the possibilities that could come with Sigma being agitated and feral and wanting to fuck – because looking at him now, his boy’s body is responding beautifully to the presence of his Master, long cock lifting against the front of his soft pants.

“However would you get that out of your system, I wonder?” he rasps while he lets his clothes slowly dissolve one after another. He gets a kick out of seeing Sigma’s pale eyes jump from one to one, watching as more skin is revealed and getting more agitated by the second. Shit… he really kind of likes this stupid feral version of his well-mannered little boy.

He’s been looking forward to playing pillow princess and getting his fat ass serviced by his sweet boy, but damn… he really could go for a nice hard round of fucking; just getting slammed against a wall and grunt fucked until his vision went blurry.

Right now, Sigma looks like he could deliver like a champ.

“My poor boy,” Reaper rasps and the last bit of clothing dissolves, showing his naked body off to Sigma who is hunched in on himself, looking ready to pounce and tear into him. Reaper shudders, reaching up and pinching one of his own nipples, getting the fire burning in his gut to flare up and make his limbs tingle. There’s a buzzing filling his head, nanomachines going crazy as he turns slightly to the side, making himself vulnerable as he shows off the fat curve of his ass. “...Want Papi to make it all better?”

Sigma is on him in a flash. He’s hectic and without any care but Reaper doesn’t fight him.

He’s never played with Sigma when he’s been in one of his moods. He wonders how it’ll be, being held down and grunt fucked; letting his boy pound out all that energy that’s been driving him mad for however long…

There’s blood, but the pain is negligent for a man such as Reaper. He fists his hands in the thick carpet he’s now lying on, trying to breathe through the pain of having Sigma raw him with that big, long dick of his.

The nanomachines are buzzing like flies, making it difficult to focus on anything. His body dissolves and reassambles to make playtime easier on him as Sigma’s big hand plants itself on the back of his head and mashes his face into the soft carpet. Keeping him nice and down and helpless as he keeps bearing down on him and squeezing his cock into Reaper’s warm little hole inch by inch.

It is glorious. 

It is also difficult to breathe.

Reaper grunts and bucks like a bull beneath Sigma. His pet grunts, caught off guard and almost thrown off of Reaper’s back. He has to reach back and take a hold of Sigma’s hip to keep him where he is.

The sweet pet doesn’t know how to fight even though he so desperately wants to pretend he’s being a bad boy.

By the time Sigma has caught his balance again, the nanomachines have worked their magic enough to make everything glide more smoothly; the blood does also help.

“Come on… do your best,” he croons. His boy still needs encouragement. Some things never change.

Sigma pauses for just a moment longer before he finally does move; getting his feet up next to Reaper’s knees, one hand on the back of his neck, the other braced on his shoulder blade; just making sure to keep him down as he gets into a glorious mating press that has Reaper’s eyes roll into his head when he begins to move.

He fucks like a truck; harsh and punctuated with grunts while he spears Reaper open and warms his insides with his cock. It feels like Sigma is trying to grunt fuck right through his belly button and Reaper couldn’t have hoped for a better way to end his day.

Sure, having his cute pet worship every inch of his body and carefully opening him on those long fingers before gently rocking into him is… good… very good… but this. This is something Reaper can’t have often.

Feeling strangely secure folded into a neat little package beneath his deranged pet, having Sigma deep dick him without any care in the world as to whether he might be hurting him or not.

He’ll probably be horrified later, but Reaper can deal with that. It’s easy to cuddle him and make him feel better about being the way he is. It is also easy to just lie there with his fat ass in the air and let Sigma go to town on him.

It’s a win-win in his book. Definitely when Sigma leans even more onto his back and starts to complicate the whole breathing process. Dark spots explode in front of his eyes, and his intestines spasm around the nice cock plowing him.

Sigma lets up a little, but he does not know whether he actually realized he is choking his master or whether it was just chance. Reaper doesn’t care. All he wants is to beg him to go harder, faster, to make him feel it for the next days to come and ruin him for any other cock.

He wants to be out in the field and just fantasize about his pet at home; about making him lose control until he throws him down and fucks him into the ground as he is doing right now. 

Sigma isn’t the youngest anymore, but he fucks like a twenty-something that just discovered for the first time how nice a wet little space around his dick could feel.

Reaper is in heaven.

He can feel how Sigma is starting to slow down; how he has burned through his agitated energy and is starting to come back to himself, but… that’s alright. He’s almost there anyway. Right on the cusp of pumping his load into the soft carpet that his pet will have to clean later.

Maybe he’ll have to start training him into giving it to him more dirty like this...