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Prompt/Suggestion: Forever kidnaps Chayanne hiding him away so Phil has to do what Forever wants? Or maybe a case where somebody (Missa, Slimecicle, Fit etc) notice how fucked up Forever is and they try to save Philza but Forever manages to catch them and has sex with Phil in front of them?
Philza’s pickaxe clinked into the stone. He sighed, pressing it further inside the stone and cracking the wall open. The mines were chilly at this depth and he could only shiver. His husband or partner, Philza didn’t quite know the marriage process on this island, needed ores, and so he went down to get some. He was basically the breadwinner of the family. Missa kept going to god knows where. They weren’t even allowed off the island, how did he keep going missing?
Deep breaths. Don’t worry about if your partner was cheating on you or whatever the fuck he was doing. Ore. Don’t worry about how you’re almost cheating on your partner. Philza hit the wall harder. Forever didn’t count, he was forcing himself onto him. The wall splintered underneath his hit, falling into splatters below his feet. Stepping forward he struck again. Philza needed iron and coal. Coal always made his breath catch as it created clouds of dust whenever it dropped. He spun around the pickaxe in his hand, pausing to dig out a torch from his pocket.
He didn’t know where he stood with Forever anymore. The other was actually pretty tolerable recently. Philza sighed and placed the torch on the wall. Whatever. He can’t remember if he had explained it to Missa. It's fine, just because Forever is being nice to everyone else doesn’t mean that it's Philza’s fault. That’s not how it works. He struck down the wall and grabbed iron out of it. Shoving it into his pocket he couldn’t help but worry about Forever. What if he did something again? It had been a while since Forever had talked about imprisoning him. He didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.
Maybe he’s just overthinking. Philza spun the pickaxe in his hand as he dug through the stone and grabbed as much ore as he could get. He’d stopped. There was no way he’d continue with that thinking, no way that he’d continue thinking that Philza liked him. Forever had moved on. His obsession was so bad at the beginning he almost wondered if he should have asked Fit for his help. But, now he moved on to better ideals and plans like taking care of his child. Richard something. He really should get better at remembering names.
His communicator pinged. Philza frowned, digging it out with dusty hands. A message from… Forever. Speak of the Devil. He groaned. Was this about that fucking marriage bit? Sometimes he really hated Forever. Whatever, was it important? Placing a torch on the wall he squinted at the screen.
Forever: 1901 54 3738
What?
Philza: Why?
Forever: chck the map, I got chayanne
Oh, what the fuck Philza cursed, strapping on his armour. As he started running up the steps he grabbed out the map. Fuck, that was his child. With one hand he typed out a response, in the other as he ran up the stairs. Could he not ask for one normal day? Just one day, just one day for him to stop annoying him. Come on, did he really have to do this? Philza thought that Forever had moved on, but apparently not. Whatever, he just had to get there and persuade him to let Chayanne go. Sounds easy enough. He burst out of the mine, switching to his sword. Checking the map, he realised how far away he was. Fuck. Well, he could come up with a plan on the way. Chayanne didn’t have any armour anymore, due to the federation. He wasn’t sure if he had a way-stone or not, and Forever had a lot of gear.
He ran through terrain, bounding over hills and weaving through trees. Philza just hoped he’d get there in time. As he got closer, he realised there was a building sticking out of the terrain. It was built out of stone bricks and bars. It stood tall in the plains, looking out of place like a sore thumb. This was probably where Forever took his child. Forever was never a good builder, too concerned about other things like romance and the like. Philza yanked his armour on, spinning his sword around in his hand. He wouldn’t let him take his child out, wouldn’t succumb to his demands. Chayanne had gone so long without dying, he wouldn’t let a love obsessed freak take him away. The time of logic was over, he needed to protect his son.
Before bursting inside, he pressed a hand against the wall. It was reinforced. How long was Forever planning this? Did he think about this with greedy eyes, reinforce each block to ensure that he would never escape? There was no time to think about these questions, though. Chayanne was trapped inside. Philza burst through the door, brandishing his sword. He froze as he realised Chayanne was locked inside a cell. It was a small cell, three by three. This was a prison. There were cells lining the walls and he could only worry about who else would go inside. The cell beside Chayanne had a bed, not that it was important or even useful in this situation. A dispenser rested at the top of it and he gulped. As he stepped forward, a booming voice echoed behind him.
“Welcome my love!”
He swung around to face the voice. Forever stood over an edge, holding a button in his hand. He was fully armoured up, with glowing diamonds encasing his body. Philza narrowed his eyes at him. Was this the reason that he was gearing up? He thought that Forever had just found a new hobby, something other than forcing him to love him. That look on Forever’s face disgusted him.
“I thought you fucking moved on, find someone else to woo.”
Forever tilted his head to the side. “Don’t you realise? I love you more than I’d love any of them.” He spat the word.
Philza tensed up. “Just let Chayanne go, we can talk about this.”
Forever held the button above his head. Philza realised with dawning horror that it was connected to Chayanne’s cell. He pressed the button twice in quick succession. Lava fell and was scooped up by the dispenser. Droplets hit Chayanne’s skin, and he hissed, inching backwards. Philza felt a pang of pain go through his heart. Fuck. If Chayanne got downed, the lava would kill him before he could reach him. This was not good, not good at all. Forever did, unfortunately, have a lot of power in this situation. Forever smiled at the realisation hitting Philza’s eyes. He could kill Chayanne in a second.
He leaped down from the ledge. Philza took an unwitting step backwards, eyes narrowing. “Get the fuck away from me.”
“Is that how you treat someone who holds the power over Chayanne’s life? If I pressed the button now, there wouldn’t be enough time for you to reverse it or even break in.”
Philza hated Forever so much. He switched his weapon out, glaring at him as intensely as he could muster. He couldn’t help but feel afraid for Chayanne. It looked like he was suffering, cradling his burnt arm close to his chest. As he looked closer, he could see claw marks raking up and down the walls and bars, and blood staining his cuticles. It was probably reinforced there, too. Forever still had that cocky smirk on his face. Philza wished he could wipe it off. He had to wait for his demands, leaving himself at the risk of the monster holding power.
“Walk into the cell beside Chayanne. Maybe then I’ll let Chayanne run free.”
Philza didn’t trust that for a second. He wanted to jump onto Forever, slice his throat and let Chayanne run free. But he could press buttons when he was downed. Chayanne would undoubtedly die if he killed him. Philza didn’t want Chayanne to die. Maybe he could call for backup? He wasn’t sure if anyone would get here in time, but it was worth a shot. With a scowl he walked into the cell, taking out his communicator with his back to Forever. Blocking his vision with his body, Philza wished that he had wings. That would make sure that he wouldn’t see.
He quickly typed out a message in the general chat. He needed someone there, quickly. Badboyhalo had a lot of warp stones, he could probably give Chayanne one through the bars. Then they could put away Forever and he wouldn’t have to worry about these crazy decisions. Sending a message, he turned to look at Chayanne through the bars. Chayanne was shaking, tears in the corners of his eyes. Philza’s heart stung once more. He hated Forever now. He thought they were on civil ground, that this wouldn’t happen. Yes, Forever warned him about imprisoning him, but that was ages ago and he thought that he had moved on. Apparently fucking not.
Forever didn’t seem too fussed. He walked in after Philza, closing the door behind him. Philza couldn’t help but tense up. He unconsciously switched to his sword, holding it in front of him. Forever chuckled. Philza remembered the consequences for attacking him. He didn’t think he’d be able to kill Forever quickly enough. Chayanne was right next to him. Philza would be able to smell the burning flesh and the way that Chayanne would cry out. He would be able to hear his screams as he died and see the way that his flesh would melt in on itself. Forever smirked, stepping uncomfortably close. Philza stepped backwards.
“Since you’re a prisoner now, I’m going to have to confisticate your items.”
You dickhead. Philza clenched his fists, grabbing on to his armour and throwing it at his feet. He really hoped that reinforcements would come quickly. He paused, looking at Chayanne. Would Chayanne be able to be rescued before Forever killed him? He didn’t think so, not unless he distracted him enough. He needed to stall before they arrived. Oh prime above, he’d have to semi go along with it. He threw his weapons harshly onto the ground. Forever picked up each item with ease, head cocked cockily to the side. Philza held on to his communicator as he emptied his inventory, throwing his backpack onto the ground.
He hoped that Forever would run out of inventory space, but no such luck. He was probably prepared for this, the bastard He was probably excited for this moment, salivating over having Philza trapped. He stepped back once his inventory was emptied. He hoped to the spirits above that he wouldn’t realise about his communicator. It was his main plan to protect Chayanne. If Forever didn’t realise the reinforcements were coming, Chayanne could escape. Forever chuckled, throwing up the button and catching it in his hand. Philza felt his stomach flip. He was playing around with the thing that could kill his child too callously.
He stepped close. Philza stepped backwards. “You’ve still got your communicator. Come on, give it to me, or did you forget who was in power?”
Well fuck him. Philza rolled his eyes, taking out his communicator. He needed to start stalling more, this was moving too quickly. Forever had found his plan, all he could do was hope that Forever didn’t look through the messages. He risked a glance at Chayanne. He was pounding against the bars, claw marks scraped through. Philza tried to give him a reassuring head tilt, passing the communicator over to Forever. Forever chuckled, opening the chat. Philza’s heart sank. He realised that he has seen. This wasn’t good, wasn’t good at all. What would Forever do? Well, he couldn’t do too much, he loved Philza. By killing Chayanne he’d lose his leverage.
Forever didn’t seem that angry. He typed something on it before speaking.
“What did you think was going to happen when they showed up? They can’t rescue Chayanne, I can kill him with a press of a button, remember? I also have potions of harming, so don’t even think about fire resistance.”
”You bastard.” He spat.
Forever shrugged, showing the screen to Philza. He had typed out the following. ‘With a press of a button Chayanne dies, permanently. Do you really want to risk it?’. The chat lit up with concerned messages. Philza almost felt relieved about how many people took it seriously, but his relief was overshadowed by the fear for his son, and well, him. For an angel of death to be trapped inside a cage, it was frankly embarrassing. He didn’t want Wilbur to see him like this. Maybe he’d make another remark abut him being a fucking bottom. Philza crossed his arms, bristling. If he still had his wings they would be puffed up, aggressive. Unfortunately the island didn’t allow wings, so they were decorative, useless and limp.
Forever had too much power over him. Philza began running through escape points in his head. If he had his gear, he could have placed a waystone here and then teleported out. Of course, Forever probably knew the risks of letting him have his gear. That made sense and oh how Philza hated it. Forever planned ahead. Philz wondered how many people were running over. It would be embarrassing, but he needed outside help to escape. He wondered if he called out for Cucurucho whether he’d come. He did want the best for the server members, at least according to him and Cellbit ever since he got taken. Philza narrowed his eyes to slits at Forever. If he intimidated him enough, he might be able to escape. At the very least he’s showing his distaste for him.
Forever stepped forward, grabbing onto Philza’s hips. He recoiled, bringing up a knee to hit Forever in the crotch. It clanked against the armour uselessly and Philza felt the cool touch of metal rest on his neck. Fuck, muscle memory was not his friend right now. He felt the thrum of enchantments underneath his face and let himself tense underneath Forever’s hands. He didn’t want Chayanne to see him, and didn't want to be weak. Forever chuckled, bringing himself in closer. Philza scrunched up his eyes, breathing heavily. His body screamed at him to fight. The metal lifted from his neck/ Philza knew how heavily protected Forever was. He stood no chance. He had no armour, no weapons, and his son was trapped in the cell next to him. Forever could kill both of them in a second and get away with it.
Forever smushed their lips together. Philza clenched his eyes and lips shut, balling his hands into fists. He wasn’t going to kiss back, wasn’t going to let Forever have this victory over him. Forever didn’t care, leaning in further and rubbing circles on his hips. Philza hoped that Chayanne was looking away. His back hit the wall as Forever pushed forwards. This screamed wrong. Philza wished he was back with his partner. The sense of longing was so strong he almost crumpled.
Forever withdrew, slipping his hands underneath Philza’s pants. Philza froze. Not in front of the child! No, no, fuck that, fuck this, he’s not going to let that happen. Philza brought his elbow down on his wrist, snapping it. He grabbed onto Forever’s arm, slamming him into the wall. Forever smirked, kicking Philza with a boot. Philza was sent flying backwards into the corner. Goddamn it. His back slapped against the wall and he felt air get forced out of his stomach.
“Nice try.”
A sword plunged into his chest. Philza gasped, clutching his heart fruitlessly. Forever stood above him, wiping the blood onto the wall. Philza felt his vision dim and he knew that in roughly a minute, he’d die. Forever flicked blood off his hand, still wearing that arrogant fucking smirk. Chayanne looked horrified from the other room, trying to carve words into the wall. Pholza tried to keep his breathing steady. The more panicked he got, the quicker blood would flow out. Forever placed a hand on is heart, reviving him.
Philza bit back a curse as he felt his heart regenerate. It felt like the very threads of his being were being rewoven. Sure, he got that it would prevent him from dying, ut it still hurt. Philza glared at Forever but didn’t fight as he lifted him up. He knew he was weak right now. Philza tried to fight Forever and look where that got him. He wished he had food, anything to regenerate his health. Maybe he should ask Forever for that- no, why would you ask your kidnapper for food? He literally kidnapped you and killed you. Philza felt himself backed into a corner and those bloody hands slip back into his pants. Philza closed his eyes. He couldn’t do anything about it, could he?
The door swung open. Philza opened his eyes, expression becoming relieved. Thank fuck. Forever withdrew his hands, grabbing out his sword. It was Badboyhalo and Fit who showed up. He didn’t know whether to feel grateful or stressed. They didn’t deserve to see him this fucked up, didn’t deserve to have to clean up his messes. But he was so glad to see them regardless. He just hoped this made Forever get the fuck away. Philza knew that he cared about his reputation. He just hoped that this would finally be the thing to get him to stop.
“Forever, get the muffin away from Phil.”
Badboyhalo commanded, switching to his scythe. Dark energy seemed to whirl around him. Worryingly, Forever didn’t seem concerned or shocked. Philza looked between them, clenching his fists tightly. Glancing over he gauged everyone’s expressions. Chayanne was desperately scratching at the wall, pointing towards Forever. Badboyhalo seemed to have mixed emotions. He looked both uncertain and confident at the same time. Fit seemed to be holding himself back from rushing to Chayanne. He must have read the message Forever sent. And the most concerning of them all, Forever seemed almost… Bored.
Philza wished his chest didn’t sting. His legs were still weak and if he struggled, he knew he’d be killed again. His stomach was empty and just looking at the walls he could see blood splattered across. Smeared crimson made him gag. Philza knew how bad it looked, and frankly, it was exactly as bad as it looked. Forever threw his sword between his hands, staring at Badboyhalo with a deadpan expression. Blood crusted the edges of his sword. His outfit had dirt and red wiped onto it, and little bits of slime dripped off the edges of his coat.
“I wouldn’t move any closer. I can kill Chayanne in one second, Phil in two. Phil can respawn, but Chayanne won’t be able to.”
Fit took a step forward. Philza winced as cold metal scraped across his neck. “You don’t have to do this man, he’s not Brunim.”
“Meh, I don’t have to, but I’ll do it regardless.”
Why was he so nonchalant? Philza wanted to scream and shout and tear into him. Forever’s sword was putting pressure on his throat. A slight movement would slice his neck apart. He tried to calm his breathing as he stared at Fit. This was not turning out the way that he wanted. Philza needed to escape in any way that he could. He didn’t want to give in, not now, not in front of Bad and Fit.
“Make any sudden movements and Chayanne will be dead, permanently. You don’t want that blood on your hands, do you?”
A hand snaked around his neck. His breath caught in his throat and it took all his concentration not to jerk away. Forever seemed to breathe in his ear. Philza scowled at him, but his eyes kept wandering back to Fit and Badboyhalo. They seemed to be talking with their eyes. He hated that look of pity that Bad wore as he made eye contact with Philza. He hated the way that the hand circled his neck, resting at his collarbone. His eyes widened as it began to slither down his chest. No, no way. Philza tried to lean away as Forever began to unbutton his shirt. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What could he do? Could Forever do anything if he was dead? Wait, that might kill Chayanne.
The hand slipped down his pants. Philza clenched his fists tight, staring pleadingly at Fit. Fit was typing on his communicator rapidly. Ice cold snuck its way around his hip until it reached his dick. He was never more glad that it took a while for him to get hard. The small victories in life. Philza winced as icy fingers wrapped around his cock. Forever probably thought that he was good at this, but there was no fucking way he’d ever enjoy this. He would close his eyes and pretend it was Missa, but Missa had wonderfully warm hands. Blood wiped against his thigh as Forever unzipped his pants. The air of the prison was almost as cold as his hands.
His leg hairs stood up. Philza realised how exposed he was. He hoped Chayanne was looking away. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck. In front of his child, in front of Bad and Fit, and he practically invited the rest of the island. This bastard was going to defile him. Philza really hoped that they had a plan and that it would happen quickly. If it was just his life on the line, he’d fight back. Chayanne already had lava burns on his arms and he knew that Forever would not hesitate to press the button. Fingers ran up and down his dick. It didn’t feel like much at all, like if he was rubbing his thigh. Thank fuck for small victories.
A hand pressed against his asshole. Philza gritted his teeth. Forever wasn’t going to fuck him, was he? The fucking bastard wasn’t going to fuck him in front of his son, right? He really hoped that this was against the rules of the island. Would Cucurucho come if he called? Maybe Quackity would do something- wait, no, he got kidnapped, didn’t he. Philza let out a small sigh of relief as the hand withdrew. The sword was still held against his neck but at the very least, Forever had stopped. Now Bad and Fit should be able to rescue Chayanne and they could all go home. Chayanne was shrieking, rattling the bars like nothing in the world. Philza winced at the noise and opened his eyes.
Oh for fucks sake. Forever’s pants were thrown to the side of the room, his dick hard. Philza felt vomit rise inside of him and he turned his head away from him. He didn’t want to see it. Think about Missa, pretend that this wasn’t happening. Just hold out until Chayanne can escape. His shoulders tense, Philza tried to inch away. Forever grabbed onto his hip. Fuck. With a fluid motion he found his asshole pressed against the tip of his cock. It hurt as it edged its way inside. He didn’t even prepare him! Philza clenched his eyes shut as Forever forced his way inside him.
It burnt. Philza hoped that this would kill him. Then Forever would have less leverage and he could face trial for his crimes. His skin throbbed with pain as Forever pushed his cock further and further into Philza. Prime, he hated this so much. His own hands scraped against his thighs as he tried to stop himself from fighting. Philza didn’t want this. He wanted to be home with his partner, reading a story to Chayanne. Poor Chayanne, he’s watching this go down. Forever didn’t have to do this in front of his child. He could have, at the very least, made actual walls instead of the bars with countless gaps in between them. Forever bottomed out. Philza felt hair scrape against his ass.
He wished that he had gone into this at least a bit more logically. Philza grunted as Forever pulled out and thrusted in again. It hurt like nothing in the world. He didn’t want this. It took all his willpower not to start crying. Philza didn’t want to seem vulnerable, didn’t want to be seen as a weakling even when being fucked. Focus on something, anything other than what was happening. Forever moved in and out of him quicker. He was utterly uncaring of Philza’s pleasure. It made him feel miniscule, nothing more than a quick fuck.
A hand grabbed onto his hair. Philza couldn’t muffle the cry that escaped his mouth. Forever slammed into him like there was no tomorrow. His vision spun as gasps and cries were shoved out of his mouth, tumbling out of him like a waterfall. No, no, no no. This hurt. Philza didn’t like this. He didn’t want this to happen. He didn’t want Forever, didn’t want to be fucked like this. He didn’t like the pain spreading through him. His breaths were shallow and quick as tears formed in his eyes. Forever just sped up. He felt like a fucking fleshlight. Philza hated this so much. He hated Forever.
He hit his G-spot. Philza fell forwards, shrieking. His throat felt sore as Forever pounded into him. He hoped that he would cum soon and release him. His arms and legs felt like jelly and his fists pounded against the other uselessly. Philza’s body stung as Forever thrusted deeper and deeper. Blood dripped out onto the ground and it splattered so, so loudly. It seemed to echo through the room. With each slam more blood seeped out as he felt himself tear apart. It hurt so badly. He didn’t want this. Philza hoped that Chayanne could escape.
With a shove he felt himself get filled. Philza let out a gasp of relief, trying to pry Forever’s hands off of him. This was the end, right? Forever had cum, and now he’d let him go. He wouldn’t have to deal with these aches any longer. Forever would just let him leave now, right? He got what he wanted. Philza sagged with gratitude as Forever pulled out. Thank the stars above. It was over. This was done. He could grab Chayanne and leave, and everything would be okay. He turned to look at Forever and froze. His cock was hard again.
“I think I can still find a lot of use for you. Come on, don’t you want to have some more fun?”
Philza froze. Shit.