Title: Tainted

Author: Henrika

Pairing: Viktor/Kraven, Kraven/random Lycans (gang-bang)

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Kraven is arrested for prostitution during public sex with Viktor and taken to jail. Very bad things happen.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, and I’m making no money from writing this. Please don’t sue.

Warnings: Contains graphic rape! You have been warned!

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Things had really not gone as expected. Kraven whole-heartedly cursed himself for being stupid enough to follow the Elder’s crazy and sometimes mindless whims. This time Viktor had wanted to have sex in a public place, and the two Vampires had gone to a seemingly deserted alley, where Viktor had stripped his younger lover naked, put a collar around his neck and a cock-ring around his straining erection, and taken out a silver whip similar to those carried by Soren.

Kraven knew the deal. First Viktor was going to spank him and then fuck him hard against the cold brick wall. They never made it to the fucking part, though. The Vampires were caught red-handed in the act by two human police officers, and even though mortals were usually dense, Kraven’s state of undress and the whip in Viktor’s hand made the situation all too obvious.

They had taken him, believing that he was some filthy bondage whore that Viktor had picked up on the street, and arrested him for prostitution. Kraven couldn’t believe it. He resisted at first, shouted at Viktor to help him, and was completely mortified when the Elder - his lover! - simply put his overcoat back on and slunk away as discreetly as possible without even looking at him.

How could he?! Viktor could easily have broken the mortals’ necks and gotten him out of the trouble, but no… He had left Kraven as if… well, as if he were nothing better than a whore from the street, after all. It made the younger Vampire fume.

The imbecile cops had not even let him pick up his clothes but threw him back into the police car naked - or almost, unless one counted the dog-collar and the cock-ring. The Vampire’s cheeks burned with humiliation and rage by the time they arrived at the jail. He was given a sparse blanket to wrap around himself before he was taken inside and locked up in a cell with lots of other people, obviously waiting for transfer.

The Vampire went to sit in a corner with the small blanket tightly wrapped around his body. The other all appeared to be mortals… Some were real prostitutes, some were junkies, others probably thugged-out punks who boosted TVs for a living. In other words, lowlife. But at least they were dressed… more or less. He was the only one without clothes.

An hour passed. Two hours. Dawn would come soon. Kraven slowly realized that he should have tried to escape before they got him into the police car. The cops probably wouldn’t have bothered to chase a lowly prostitute around town, although walking the streets of Budapest naked was hardly to recommend, even for a Vampire. Now he couldn’t get out of here until the following night at the very earliest.

After more than three hours, Kraven was finally brought out to have his mug shot taken. It was the most humiliating experience so far, having to pose for one front-view picture and two side-view ones.

Viktor… How could you let this happen to me? Kraven thought as the bright flash of the camera stung his sensitive eyes.

Once the degrading procedure was over, Kraven was not taken back to the common cell, but instead he was escorted - still only wearing the blanket and a pair of handcuffs - deeper into the jail until they reached a long row of cells, most of which were already crowded with people. The Vampire felt strong unease when the officer who was escorting him stopped by one of them and unlocked the cell door. This cell was also far from empty. The thought of sharing a cell with mortals made the aristocratic Vampire shudder. He briefly considering trying to escape, but he wasn’t likely to succeed, and the last thing he needed now was getting into a pointless fight.

“Hey… can I at least have a robe?” he asked defensively when the cop unlocked his handcuffs and removed them.

The man regarded him with contempt. It wasn’t difficult to see what he was thinking. “I have none for you,” he snorted. “Maybe this will teach a little junkie skeeze like you to stay off our fine streets and not pollute our city with your filthy presence.”

Kraven clenched his teeth at the insult and fought the urge to knock the mortal down. He might not be a skilled warrior, but he could most certainly handle a lone human. Still, the door to his cell was open, and he didn’t want to cause a riot. That would draw too much attention, and they’d already taken his mug shot… Damn.

Giving the officer a murderous look, he stepped inside the cell and heard the heavy bars closing behind him.

It’s only for a day… he thought, keeping his eyes closed. I’ll survive. I’ll just sit in a corner and keep my mouth shut, whatever they say… Viktor… please come.

The sound of crude, gleeful laughter interrupted his inner prayer. “Hey guys… Look! It’s a Vampire!”

Kraven’s eyes flew open in shock, and he stared toward the bunk beds, partially hidden in the shadows. The only light they had came from the hallway. His cellmates rose from their resting places and once Kraven was able to see them and smell their scent, he realized the truth. Lycans! Four of them!

If only he could have gone through the bars, he wouldn’t have hesitated a second. The shock, however, kept the Vampire rooted to the spot. Seemingly millions of thoughts passed through Kraven’s head. He would most likely not survive this night.

“Hello, Vampire…” one of the Lycans - a tall, broad one with shoulder-length hair - sneered and stalked closer to Kraven. “What happened to your clothes? Lost them on the way? Were you mayhap brought here to be our bitch?”

Kraven’s hold on the thin, insufficient blanket became spasmodic and he felt his own nails pressing into his palms hard enough to draw blood. When the Lycan reached out toward him to grab his hair, neck, or whatever, the Vampire finally managed to snap out of the shock and cried, “Don’t touch me, you filthy beast! Get away!”

He scrambled into a corner, drawing his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his knees. His heart was fluttering like a butterfly in his chest, and it felt as if it would burst through his ribcage any second. All four Lycans came to stand in a ring around him, and one glance at their sneering, untidy faces was enough to make Kraven nauseated. The tall, long-haired one, who was obviously the leader of this group, spoke again.

“Afraid of us, Vampire? You should be! Have you any idea what we’ll do with you? I think you might even enjoy it! It’s been a while since I got myself a piece of Vampire ass!”

“If you and your brutes touch me, I’ll…” Kraven snarled back but was only met with scornful laughter from the Lycans.

“You’ll do what?” the leader taunted. “Whisk your eyelashes at us?” More crude laughter. “You don’t exactly look like a fighter. Just as well. Makes it easier to subdue you!”

With that, the big Lycan threw himself over Kraven, pinning the struggling Vampire to the ground with his body. Kraven’s desperate attempts to get the brute off him became frenzied when a hand closed around his throat and another one jerked the blanket away from him. The pack laughed again when they noticed the cock-ring still in place around his now limp cock.

“Look! This one is kinky!” the long-haired one said, and Kraven felt a finger roughly poke his genitals. The hand around his throat was making it very difficult to breathe.

“And look at this… a bondage collar,” another added, gesturing at the piece of black leather around the Vampire’s neck. The Lycans looked at each other and chuckled mirthfully. Kraven felt tears beneath his eyelids.

Suddenly the long-haired Lycan’s eyes narrowed and it seemed as though he was scrutinizing Kraven’s face. Then he burst out laughing and exclaimed, “I know you now! You’re Kraven, the ex-Regent, aren’t ya? My, my… You’ve really been going downhill lately. Care to tell me how you went from Regent to a skeeze bag whore?”

“I am not a whore!” Kraven spat furiously. “I was just…-” He interrupted himself when he realized that he really needn’t explain himself to these mindless, filthy animals.

“What?” another Lycan with short, blond hair taunted. “Did your “Master” get tired of you and threw you out?”

“I can’t see why, though…” the leader murmured. “You’re a really fine specimen.” He grew claws and raked them across the Vampire’s smooth, pale chest. Kraven’s breath stuck in his throat, and he almost expected the beast to rip his heart out while he was still alive. “You have a smart mouth, though,” the Lycan continued in a harder voice. He pressed one claw into the skin near Kraven’s left nipple, and a small droplet of blood surfaced. The Vampire hissed in pain and fear. “I think we ought to teach you a lesson!”

Kraven felt the Lycan’s claws pressing into his neck as well, and he panicked. “No, please don’t kill me!” the hapless Vampire sobbed, hyperventilating and pinching his eyes shut in terror.

“Kill you?” the brute laughed. “No, we ain’t gonna kill you! Not yet, anyway. We’re gonna fuck you!”

Kraven had more or less known this since he saw the Lycans, but to have it confirmed was still a devastating feeling. He also realized that pleading would get him nowhere, but he tried anyway. “Please… don’t rape me…”

The long-haired leader grinned maliciously. “Ever had a Lycan before?” he whispered, leaning over Kraven and pushing the Vampire’s legs apart brutally. Kraven’s skin crawled in disgust when the Lycan’s hot, humid breath washed over his face and the beast began to lap at his throat. He could already feel the hard arousal through the man’s pants. It was probably just a matter of time before it would go inside him.

A hard slap hit his face without a forewarning, bringing tears to Kraven’s eyes. “I asked you a question!” the Lycan hissed, pounding him hard against the floor. “Ever had a Lycan before, slut?”

Kraven shook his head the best he could. “No…” he sobbed quietly.

“Too bad for you.”

Kraven’s would-be rapist brought down his hand and jammed two thick, rough fingers into the Vampire’s orifice. Kraven yelped in pain and his inner muscles fought hard to force the intruders out. Viktor often used his digits in this fashion, but how slim and elegant the Elder’s fingers seemed in comparison to this.

“Please…” Kraven tried again, but the only response he received was another hard cuff, which now split his lower lip. The long-haired Lycan drew back to unbutton his pants, and in the meantime one of the other brutes started touching Kraven, which was not appreciated by the leader.

“Back!” he snarled, lashing out to his comrade with ice-blue eyes and elongated canines. “*I* will go first!”

The smaller Lycan growled softly but decided to back off and wait for his turn. Kraven closed his eyes and braced himself for the brutal entry, but nothing happened, and he couldn’t help but look again.

“Let’s take him to the bunk,” the leader said. “That’s way more comfortable!”

He and another Lycan grabbed Kraven’s arms and started dragging the unwilling Vampire toward the bunks. Kraven did not try to break free, because he had nowhere to go even if he succeeded. Kraven had more or less resigned himself to his fate. If he tried to resist, the Lycans would beat him into pulp, and being raped was better than being raped *and* beaten, in the Vampire’s opinion. If he remained docile, maybe they would even let him live. It was a vain hope, but it was all he had.

Kraven’s head hit the wall when the brutes threw him onto the bunk, and he was momentarily disoriented. He groaned weakly when a hard, heavy weight settled atop him, pinning him into the mattress. The bedsprings creaked. The Lycan took no heed to his discomfort. They had not moved him onto the bunk for the Vampire’s sake; rather it was to save the Lycans’ knees.

The leader opened his pants and lowered them just enough to free his hard cock, which he then thrust into Kraven without either lubricant or preparation. The brutal entry caused the Vampire to scream in pain and start writhing under his rapist.

He was immediately rewarded with a bone-cracking blow to his face, but even this wasn’t enough to make him stop screaming.

“Shut him up before he wakes the dead!” the long-haired Lycan commanded as he set up a hard and vicious pace, driving himself mercilessly into the Vampire’s body. One of the others tore a piece of fabric from the bed-sheets and stuffed the rag into Kraven’s mouth. The Vampire’s screams were muffled but not subdued entirely. The pain made him unable to stop. Kraven had not seen his rapist’s endowment, but it felt huge inside his body, tearing his passage, now lubricated by the Vampire’s own blood.

He screamed until he had no lung capacity left, and his cries passed on to miserable wails, muffled by the gag. Viktor’s name was on his lips many times, but he didn’t want the animals to find out whom he longed for. He didn’t want to give them yet another reason to taunt him.

Kraven lay beneath the bigger man, passive and loose-limbed like a rag-doll, until the Lycan finished inside him with one final shove, burying himself to the hilt. Kraven was thrown forward by the impact, and his head hit the metal bar that served as a bedstead. It hurt, and he moaned but didn’t have any strength left for anything else. If he survived this, he would have a splitting headache tomorrow.

The weight atop him momentarily eased when the Lycan pulled out, wiped himself clean, and buttoned his pants. Kraven took the chance to pull a few deep breaths.

“He’s all yours,” the leader said with a scoff and moved back, allowing one of his friends to take his place. Kraven didn’t see which one was next, and he didn’t want to know. Given no time to recover, he was entered again, and although the blood and come in his stretched hole eased the entry, it did not lessen his pain.

The same relentless weight nearly suffocating him, the same brutal thrusting… the same awful pain. Kraven barely noticed it when his second rapist pulled out and was replaced by a third. Through his fogged mind he could hear the Lycans talk between themselves. The one who’d been left for last was displeased with this and whined, “Hey, this isn’t fair! He’ll be all slack-loose once it’s my turn. Hurry up!”

The others laughed crudely at this: a raucous, barking sound that made Kraven’s ears hurt. //Just one more…// he thought when the third Lycan came with a drawn-out groan and shot his load into the abused Vampire’s bowels. //Hang in there, Kraven… Just one more.//

His idea of time had become distorted. It felt as if they’d been doing it for hours, but in reality it was more likely just an hour, or less. By the time his fourth - and last - rapist entered him, Kraven was barely even conscious and threatened to slip into a dark, comforting void. A hard, backhanded slap to his face brought him back, and he could feel blood flowing from his nose down his upper lip.

“Stay awake, you stupid whore!” the Lycan snarled. “I won’t have you passing out on me now!” To really prove his point, he took Kraven’s left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it roughly. That was enough to draw a reaction even from the dazed Vampire, and the Lycan gleefully gave his right one the same treatment.

Kraven was not the type who usually said prayers, but now he prayed. He prayed that they would let him live. He prayed that he would see Viktor again, that he wouldn’t have to end his days like this.

His lower body was sticky with their juices, and Kraven could feel an odd mixture of bodily fluids pouring down his inner thighs and the cleft of his ass when the last Lycan pulled his blood- and come-smeared cock out. This was it. Now they had two choices - they could either kill him or let him live. Kraven prayed for the latter, but in case that would not happen, he hoped it would at least be quick.

He didn’t realize that there was also a third choice before the leader - the long-haired one, who had been the first to rape him - moved atop him again, hard and ready as never before. Kraven was overcome with desperation and struggled weakly. He couldn’t endure the same procedure once more! He simply *could not*! The rag in his mouth prevented him from speaking, but to his surprise, the Lycan suddenly removed it.  

“Please…” the Vampire murmured through broken lips shiny with blood. “Please, don’t…”

The beast grinned and brought his face closer to Kraven’s. “What was that?” he asked with mock sympathy. “You can’t handle us, little Vampire?”

Kraven tried to shake his head, because talking made his face hurt too much.

“No? Like I give a fuck!”

He was raped again, again, and yet again. The Lycans tried new positions and angles of penetration, everything to make it as painful and degrading as possible for Kraven. He was flipped around and taken hard from behind, but the broken Vampire was unable to stay on his knees without support, so they pinned him down again and resumed their earlier position.

Kraven’s mouth was spared simply because the Lycans, despite everything, were still wary of his fangs. A Vampire’s bite could be fatal, so clearly they considered it too great a risk to stuff their cocks down his throat.

At some point Kraven lost consciousness, and this time no slaps, squeezes, or scratches were enough to bring him around. Just before passing out, he was convinced that he would not get out of his cell alive. Maybe the cops knew what he was and put him here for a reason? If this was the death which Fate had bestowed upon him, he prayed that Viktor would never find out what happened.

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When Kraven slowly revived, he first believed that he was dead. Then he realized that he wouldn’t be hurting like this if he had passed on, so it had to mean he was still alive.

The hard, cold surface beneath him could be nothing but the floor. The Vampire was cold. Still naked and covered in the Lycans’ vile juices and his own blood, he could barely feel his feet or hands.

The Lycans! His body jerked in pure terror when he recalled everything that had happened, and he half-expected to see his rapists’ sneering faces looking down at him. Nothing. The cell was empty save for Kraven himself. The Lycans weren’t there anymore.

Kraven breathed a sigh of relief. He was still alive, and supposedly that was a good thing, but what would happen now? Maybe he’d been left here to wait for his rapists to return. The thought made Kraven’s insides cold. God, he hurt! Throbbing pain had taken over seemingly every inch of his body - his head was pounding, his bruised ribs were sore, his broken face ached in agony, and his ass… it felt as though a burning log had been rammed into his rectum and someone was twisting it.

//Viktor…// The thought of the Elder brought new tears to his eyes. Why had Viktor left him here? Didn’t he care at all? No, Viktor probably didn’t want him back after this. He was ruined, defiled, no longer welcome in the Elder’s house. If Viktor ever saw Kraven again, the Elder would turn away from him in disgust.

For something that felt like a long time, Kraven lay still on the cell floor, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching his cell. It was probably the Lycans returning. Oh God, no… The Vampire buried his face in his arms and wished he could have made himself invisible.

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As soon as the night came, Viktor headed down to the jail to pick up Kraven. He felt slightly bad for letting his little plaything take the full blow, but a day and a night in jail would hardly obliterate Kraven, even though the pampered little snob surely claimed so. And Viktor had to admit that watching the raven-haired beauty being taken away stark naked save for a cock-ring had been more than just a little… amusing.

He told whom he had come for, and one of the officers offered to escort him to the cells deeper inside the large building. Kraven had not given them his name, so Viktor would just have to look at the inmates and see if Kraven was among them.

Following the human, he reached a long row of cells and briefly stopped by every one of them to see if he could spot Kraven.

“I think this might be the one you’re looking for,” the cop said, gesturing at Viktor to come closer. The Elder watched him unlock the cell-door and then gazed inside. The sight that met him was shocking. Something that very much looked like Kraven lay in one corner - curled up, bruised, and bloodied; was he even alive anymore?

Snarling, Viktor turned to the mortal with flashing blue eyes, and the man cowered away in fear. The Elder didn’t hesitate a second before knocking the human unconscious with a single, well-aimed blow to his face. That was all it took. The officer fell to the floor, down for the count.

Viktor turned his attention to the abused figure in the cell and rushed over to see if it really was Kraven. It was. The Elder gently turned him around and pulled the younger Vampire’s limp body into his arms. The scent he caught was undeniable. Lycans. In fact, Kraven reeked of them. Viktor clenched his teeth in fury. What had the filthy animals done to his lover?!

“Kraven…?” he whispered softly and brushed some bloody tresses of hair from Kraven’s bruised face. “Kraven… I’m here now. It’s going to be alright…”

The broken Vampire slowly opened his aching eyes when he heard the soothing, familiar voice. Viktor was back, and Kraven was in his arms. His vision was blurred, and he blinked a few times, wanting to make sure that Viktor was not simply an illusion.

“Viktor…” he mouthed, barely managing any sounds. “Why… why did you… leave me? Why did you let them ta--take me…?” His voice broke and he started sobbing anew. “The Lycans… they… they raped me… Over and over again…”

The amount of blood on Kraven’s thighs, on the floor, and in one of the beds told Viktor that that was most likely the case, and they had torn the Vampire pretty badly. “I’m sorry…” the Elder whispered, cradling the sobbing boy gently, mindful of Kraven’s pitiful condition. “I didn’t know… Now I’ve come to take you home.”

Viktor struggled out of his overcoat and wrapped it around Kraven’s naked body before gathering the younger Vampire into his arms. Kraven’s head fell limply against his shoulder when he stood up, and the boy didn’t even try to put his arms around Viktor’s neck. It seemed as if he had just… given up.

Not wanting to pass through the main entrance with Kraven, the Elder sought out the nearest window and decided to exit the jail that way. Only two stories. Piece of cake. Landing gracefully on the ground despite his burden, (who really wasn’t a burden at all) Viktor slinked off into the night unseen and unnoticed.

*~*~*

Back at Ordoghaz, Kraven was in bed, inside the room he shared with the Elder. Viktor had bathed him, cleaned and bandaged his wounds, and given him some kind of sedative for the pain. He didn’t know what it was, and he didn’t care. All he wanted was to slip away and never return.

After bathing him and making sure he was clean on the outside, Viktor had also given him an enema. It was a very painful and humiliating procedure in Kraven’s pitiful state, and he cried his way through it, sobbing and shivering as the lukewarm water cleansed his bowels. Viktor soothed him with gentle words and caresses, telling him that it was important to get him clean and rid his body of the filthy Lycan seed.

For my sake, or yours? the younger Vampire wondered, but he didn’t speak the words out loud.

When everything was finished, Viktor had carefully wiped Kraven’s sore and abused body and carried him back to bed. The younger Vampire’s backside hurt too much for him to sit, let alone walk, and he was still mildly dazed from the knocks to his heads.

Now Kraven was lying sideways with his knees drawn up to his chest. Viktor lay pressed to his back, hugging the younger Vampire from behind in a very tender and protective manner. Kraven neither rejected nor returned the embrace. Now that he wasn’t crying anymore, he had gone virtually apathetic. His eyes were open, but the look in them was blank.

“Kraven?” the Elder whispered, lips pressed to his lover’s neck. “It’s alright now. You’re safe. Those foul beasts can’t hurt you anymore.”

They had lain like this for two or three hours, and Kraven had not spoken a word during the entire time. It was obvious that he was seriously scarred, physically as well as mentally.

“I’m sorry… Can you ever forgive me?” Viktor tried again. “If I had known that… something like this would happen, I never would have let them take you away. Please, just talk to me…”

Kraven heard every word, but he just couldn’t bring himself to answer. He was surprised that Viktor even wanted him here in the first place. He felt so filthy and unclean, despite the bath and the enema he’d received earlier. Tainted. This was the kind of filth that no water could wash away.

The hours passed, and Viktor eventually fell asleep. Kraven could tell that by his breaths, and in a way he was relieved. The younger Vampire could not sleep, though. He was still in pain, but the physical pain was not the worst.

Viktor had said that it was alright now, but Kraven didn’t know if things would ever be alright.

FinisH