Morning! ☀️
First of all, I want to share this amazing picture. It made my heart warm, thank you so much ThtTrashcan ❤❤

Now, I want to thank
DeIiriousOwI
0MrBrightside0
For making this chapter possible. They're the sinners who wrote this and I'm in love with the way it's done.

The last thing before you continue. I want to warn you... this chapter is not a lovey-dovey stuff, ok? Jonathan is gone, Kinkylirious is in control.

So if you're uncomfortable with the topics like: rape, dirty talking, humiliation etc., you're free to skip this chapter. I won't blame you, really. ❤

Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
I arrived home with a good mood. I was so happy Delirious was ok, alive. The only thing was to wait.

I heard a door slammed and I turned my head around. My heart skipped a few beats, I wasn't sure if I wasn't dreaming. He had an insane look on his face with the biggest grin I've ever seen. His eyes were showing mischief and I didn't know what to expect from him.

"J-Jonathan?"

He moved towards me and pinned my arms at my sides, I wiggled around, and he only tightened his grip. It was so weird, I never expected this from Jonathan.

I looked back into his eyes and recognized a darker shade surrounding the usual light, flowing color of the sky. He was staring me down and I thought back to what Tyler warned me about.

This isn't Jonathan, it's Delirious.

I immediately fought against his vice grip on my arms, he held me against his chest and ran his fingers up my arm. I struggled in his hold and he kissed the side of my face, moving down to my jaw.

"God, you're so beautiful. No wonder Jonathan likes you."

His voice was darker and more rough than usual. It turned me on, and I cursed to myself for finding it so sexy. I felt his tongue on my neck and I whimpered once, falling under the spell of Jonathan's moves.

"S-stop, y-you're not Jonathan!"

His eyes met with mine and I tried again to break free, he only pushed me against the door behind us and shoved my arms onto it. He held my wrists in place above my head, caressing my cheek.

"I'm not Jonathan, but I'm sure I can make you feel ten times better than he already has."

My eyes widened and he looped his finger in my belt.

"Let's begin shall we?" his deep voice so fucking orgasmic.

I gulped down the groan that built up in my chest when he started to gently run his teeth across the skin on my neck. I was sure he could taste the sweat that began to sprout on my skin almost effortlessly.

"You taste absolutely delicious," he hummed in approval.

"D-... Jon... please."

An unwanted gasp escaped my lips when his maniacal chuckle sounded beside my ear.

"Say my name, Evan"

At that moment I felt the grip on my wrists ease, it was almost like an invitation to struggle so I took it. I jerked my arms down but it only resulted in having his hand down my pants.

"J-Jon.. St-ah~" the gentle grip he had on my erection only tightened

Despite the electricity and fire overwhelming my body, I had an idea of how to set him off. Get him upset enough to catch him off guard and maybe escape.

"Say MY name" he growled.

My body shuddered so violently, thing that terrified me is that I was reacting this way from his voice and teasing touch. I can't even begin to imagine the mess he'll turn me into when he has his way with me.

I froze at the realization. Was I already accepting my fate? What if it wasn't?

"Evan.." he warned, his voice dripping of venom.

"Fuck off" I growled with a new burst of confidence.

From my peripherals I could see the anger in his blazing eyes. I had to act fast. My arms finally proved to work so I yanked them away from his grip, accidentally striking his face. This being a critical situation, I took that as an advantage while silently thanking my ability to cock block.

"Evan.." Delirious warned as I ran into the kitchen to find a weapon.

My heart was beating in my ears as he stalked into the kitchen with a deep scowl and eyes that almost made me submit.

"You've been so naughty.."

A dark chuckle escaped his lips as a sadistic smile shaped them.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you again.."

Fuck

There wasn't much to reach for, a spoon? How threatening. I cursed my nonexistent luck, his heavy steps making my heart skip a few beats. Those sharp eyes, the ones I couldn't forget, they were staring so intensely.

"J-Jon.. Please.."

There was a pause. He stood just a few feet before me, his entire being was so threatening. This other persona was far from being the Jonathan I fell for, the Jonathan I craved for.

"I-I just want my Jonathan back.." my voice was so quiet but the way he tensed told me that he heard.

I felt a bit of hope, maybe I could reach Jonathan through this method. I took the risk and stepped closer, my hand slowly raising to touch his handsome face. I could practically feel fire at my finger tips when his cheek was under my trembling hand.

"Jon I-"

My eyes widened slightly when his shoulders began moving, then his eyes turned such a dark blue-- almost black. A deep, psychotic cackle began to rise from his chest, scaring the absolute shit out of me. I pulled my hand back only to have it yanked back into place on his cheek.

"Oh, sweet Evan.." he chuckled darkly as his free hand caressed my cheek.

His fingers were so cold, but it had the opposite effect on my insides. This may have been Delirious, his demeanor utterly frightening but his touch, so delicate, almost feather-like.

"It's so cute. Calling to your kidnapper who involuntarily became your savior.. So romantic."

His mocking smile never left his lips. I wanted to punch him, wanted to yell and tell him that he was wrong. But was he? Jonathan wouldn't have done what he did that night I went into his room, it was I who started it. He probably just felt aroused and decided to use me for that.

I was so lost in thought, I was staring directly at him but I didn't register his movements. His sick smile and the way he held my hand in his while putting the other on the small of my back.

Was I in such deep thought that I let this sadistic man lead me away from my kitchen? Away from anything sharp that could aid me in a fight, away from the front door and towards my bedroom up stairs. There was no way of escape except jumping out the window, and even that was out of the question. I'd have to fight him in order to escape but did I want to?

No. Even I knew I wanted this, I needed this.

I looked into his eyes, hoping to see those pretty blues but instead got a blue so dark and sinister like the night.

This isn't Jonathan, I have to keep reminding myself of this. More importantly, I have to get away. I have to find Tyler.

I looked around myself and realized my bed was behind us and Delirious stood before me, towering me. I had to force my eyes away from him and towards the door of my bedroom, I felt a bit of hope spread through me when I saw the door wide open.

My eyes were fixed on his when he stepped towards me, and panic washed through my veins once more. I teetered backwards, thinking to myself how I'd be able to get out of this situation. There was no way I could bring myself to hurt him, but it seemed like he won't stop until he gets what he wants from me. The thought of what he desired sent a shiver down my spine and I visibly shuddered. Delirious's smirk only grew when I shrunk in front of him, and in under a second he had ahold of my wrists and the door was slammed shut with his foot.

Fuck, there goes my only escape.

His grip on my wrists were like a vault door, clamped tight and it left absolutely no wiggle room. I stomped on his foot and while he was distracted, yanked my hands from his vice hold, smacking him across the face quickly before I ran behind me. I hit the footboard of the bed and I felt my shins bruising already. But it was the least of my worries at the moment, I climbed desperately on top of the mattress and clawed at the sheets until I was nearing the pillows. Just when I was reaching out for the headboard, there were a pair of hands around my ankles and I was viciously dragged back toward Delirious.

He flipped me around and had me pinned at my sides with a sickening smile tugging at his lips from above my face.

"I love when they run," he growled out with a low tone, biting at my ear.

"So much more fun to catch and bring down," he finished, my breathing hitched and he chuckled right beside my face.

I immediately remember the girl from his house, that girl who get me free just for a few minutes.

"Jon-Jonathan, d-don't, please," I begged, Delirious only looked at me with a displeased face, and it soon turned to anger.

"My name is NOT Jonathan," he threatened, tightening the hold he had on my wrists.

I turned my head away in fear from the loudness of his voice, and I had never been this scared in bed since the first time Jonathan and I had sex.

He moved his knees and sat on top of my stomach, moving my hands into one of his and holding them above my head. I remained silent with a scared face while he dug through the bedside drawers with a stern look on his face. Delirious soon moved back and pulled my wrists apart, wrapping something soft around each. I felt tugging at them and looked up, there was white cloth around each and I began to squirm around, yelling and kicking beneath him. Delirious only elbowed my forearms and forced me to sit still.

He finished the restraints and I yelped at the tight knot. Delirious looked down at me and held ahold of my jaw, kissing my lips. My eyes widened and my mind instantly went into a frenzy. I debated to kiss him or not, I'd waited so long, thinking he was dead and I'd never feel his lips again, but this wasn't Jonathan. This was Delirious, would that be cheating? His kiss was soft and tender, completely opposite compared to the treatment he'd been giving me. I felt him lick my bottom lip, and all fighting ceased, my thoughts went to him and his kiss, his eyes, his smile, his face. Just him, and I kissed back, I only opened my mouth slightly and he was already inside.

I moaned and he pulled away. His eyes were in front of mine and I breathed heavily thanks to his restless tongue. They were still the dark blue I feared earlier and panic slowly set in again.

I pulled on my arms once more with no luck, and Delirious smirked at me, reaching to his pocket. My eyes widened and half of me was wondering what he was going for, but the other side didn't want to find out.

He pulled a small object out of it and whatever it was, fitted perfectly in his palm. There was a flick and a blade showed, my heart jumped and I kicked my legs beneath him, my mind recognizing the metal from that time. When he took me and tortured me.

Delirious twisted it around in his hand and he ran his finger along the dull side.

"Such bad memories with this old thing." He sat on my stomach and looked up at me with a glint in his eyes.

"Shall we make them good ones?"

Without any time for a reply, the tip of the metal was at the collar of my shirt, and my breathing hitched. He noticed my frozen stare and moved towards me, crashing his lips on mine again. I felt the pressure move, and waited for pain to shoot through my body like before. But my bracing was interrupted with the sound of fabric ripping. The knife was dragged roughly down the cotton and it was cut in half with jagged edges. I felt the cool breeze in the room and Delirious's hands on my chest.

"N-No, D-Delirous," I muttered, trying to move my face away from his sinful lips.

He stared at me with deeper lust and ran his fingers up and down the sides of me.

"God damn, I love when you say my name like that. Say it again, beg for me."

My skin was covered in goosebumps and I shivered, ignoring his request. He simply smirked at me and cut the sleeves, tearing my shirt off of me. I wanted this, I truly did, I wanted to feel his lips on mine again, I wanted to feel his lips on my skin, I wanted to feel his fingers teasing my dick, I wanted to feel his mouth on it, I wanted to feel his touch on every inch of me. I wanted him, but he wasn't who I wanted. This was Delirious, and he wasn't going to give up on me anytime soon. I gazed into his dark orbs and he only had a smile on his face, one that I thought I'd never see again. I yearned for a light color of blue, any sign to show that Jonathan was in there, that he'd come out and save me. Help me in any way, but this was Jonathan's body, it was him, but it also wasn't. My body was reacting the way I was afraid of, and I felt my pants restricting the boner I had. After experiencing the amount of loss I felt watching Cartoonz shoot Jonathan, I would've given anything to see his smile again. Here I was, tied to a bed with a ripped shirt, now scared of his smile.

I felt release on my waist and looked down to see his nimble fingers working the button open, pulling the zipper down. I gave up, I just wanted it to be over with, maybe I'd enjoy it, but it wouldn't be the same unless it was Jonathan. There was no way I'd be the same after this, not even close, I wanted to see light blue, I wanted to be reminded of him, and I found it on his hoodie hung up by the coat rack near the door. I knew it wouldn't help by much, not when I'm being raped, but it would ease my mind. Delirious carried on and slid my jeans down, I felt tears in my eyes and he stared at me with frozen eyes.

I felt release on my waist and looked down to see his nimble fingers working the button open, pulling the zipper down. I gave up, I just wanted it to be over with, maybe I'd enjoy it, but it wouldn't be the same unless it was Jonathan. There was no way I'd be the same after this, not even close, I wanted to see light blue, I wanted to be reminded of him, and I found it on his hoodie hung up by the coat rack near the door. I knew it wouldn't help by much, not when I'm being raped, but it would ease my mind. Delirious carried on and slid my jeans down, I felt tears in my eyes and he stared at me with frozen eyes.

I shivered and he began to palm me through my boxers, I had my eyes closed while he did this, and I felt the same restraint as my mission on the hill. With Jonathan and his gun, lying on the tarp with under his arms, like a metaphorical wing while he showed me the ropes. When he whispered in my ear and palmed me. It was the same hand, and I felt pleasure and moaned before I could control my mouth. Delirious smirked in the kiss and groped harder, creating more dirty sounds from me. He had ahold of the waistband and yanked them down, stripping his shirt before as well. I opened my eyes and the hill scene faded away, I got a peek at Delirious's stomach, and remembered the scars. I thought back to when we first had sex, when he caught me touching his body while he slept.

It was such a pedo type thing to do, but there was no way I'd ever regret that decision, even if I did at the time he pointed the gun at me. I imagined him above me, making me a bottom for the first time in my life, thinking to when I asked him about his marks, kissing a couple and when we'd been closer than ever. Delirious broke from the kiss and moved to my neck, sucking roughly and leaving too many for me to count. I groaned when he found my sweet spot, and he instantly attacked it with his teeth. He bit and sucked down my torso, and rubbed my nipples with his fingers, I bit my lip and leaned my head backwards, muttering cuss words between hickeys.

He removed his hands and I heard a belt undoing, I mentally prepared for what was coming, and I thought about Jonathan as much as possible. Delirious was rock hard, and I felt his boner on my thigh while he slide down both jeans and briefs. I prayed I'd be stretched enough already, because I knew he wouldn't be willing to wait for me to be prepped. Like Jonathan would have.

"I want you to scream for me, moan my name. You don't cum without my permission."

That was my weakness, I had zero control over that, and I knew the way he was talking, I wouldn't last long. I sighed and looked down my body towards him. "Okay." I whispered, he stroked himself a couple times, smearing pre-cum up and down.

This was it. He was going to have his way with me and I felt dirty for not fighting back enough.

I looked up into those obscure eyes of azul, by now I knew not to expect a hint of mercy. His sadistic smile spread through his face as he lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

"Jonathan," I whispered more to myself than to him in a way of comfort.

"Don't you ducking dare say that name again! Nobody is going to save you, you hear me?"

My vision began to blur as tears built up, this just wasn't going to be the same. No matter how many times I blinked away the tears there were more building up. I probably looked so pathetic to him, both Jonathan and Delirious. I couldn't fight back enough, my self control was gone and I had given in almost instantly. Jonathan would be so ashamed, that alone made a sob escape my lungs.

"Don't worry, soon you'll be crying my name." he grunted with a small chuckle that never failed to make my skin crawl.

My body tensed automatically as I felt something threatening to open my entrance, he was holding himself in place while his free hand caressed my cheek. All his weight was on my torso making my body heat up more, my skin burning everytime our skin made direct contact.

"Remember to yell my name, Evan. What's my name?" Delirious asked as his slick tongue ran down my jaw.

I swallowed back a moan as I forced my vocal chords to make proper words rather than filthy noises.

"D-Delirious"

He smirked and slowly circled his tip around my entrance.

"I'm going to make sure you don't forget it. Say it again."

I swallowed back another groan as he nibbled the sweet spot on my neck.

"Del- Delirious."

His chest rumbled against mine in approval,

"Again."

"Del- De- DELIRIOUS~!"

My back arched as he cut me off, he was buried halfway inside me and his teeth sunk into my neck.

I threw my head back and gritted my teeth at the raw pain that traveled through my body, my hands balled into fists in hope to relieve some of the pain. I opened my eyes and glared at the man before me, his facial features curved into that of approval.

"You're so tight, Evan. By the end of tonight, that won't be the case."

His smug grin remained as he lifted his torso off of me.

"You're mine, tonight," he whispered before thrusting himself all the way in.

I couldn't stop myself from screaming his name. My sentences were mostly made up of "Delirious~" and "stop~!" followed by some jumbled words I, myself, couldn't comprehend. At least the pain would delay me from reaching the edge.

"You sound so pretty," he muttered as his hips bucked forward harshly.

"Like the little slut you are," he cooed.

My back arched as much as humanly possible as he picked up the pace, quite literally ramming into me, hitting my prostate everytime.

"Delirious~! Stah~"

My train of thought derailed completely as his thrusts began to shake the entire bed, the headboard probably leaving a dent in the wall.

"You really like my cock inside you, don't you?"

Oh, God

"You're a little slut for my cock, huh?"

Yes!

"N-No!" I bit my lip as yet another moan tore through my lips.

"I think you are. You're making such lewd noises."

In truth I was enjoying this just as much as he was, thing is, this wasn't Jonathan. But God, the way he was abusing me, it lit my skin on fire. The dirty sounds of his grunts and my cries of pleasure mixed in with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, it was pure ecstacy.

"D-Del! I'm-- cumming~!"

I knew that this wasn't going to be approved by him but I couldn't hold the tightness in my abdomen back. The heat was intense and it traveled down to my neglected cock and sputtered out in thick strings of white, coating my chest.

He stopped moving, his chest heaving up and down heavily as he tried to catch his breath. My own breath hitched as he gripped my jaw in his hand, a guaranteed bruise would show up later.

"I didn't give you permission to cum."

His voice held such authority that I felt myself shrink deeper into the mattress.

He traced a line from my chin down to the tip of my softening length, it was so tender I shivered visibly at his light touch. From the smirk on his face I could tell he was going to use that against me. His hand gripped my shaft and began to pump slowly making me whimper.

"P- please. Delirious i-it's too much," I cried in pleasure as he began to thrust slowly into me.

This time around, I felt every single one of his movements ten times. The overstimulation I felt was unbearable, I couldn't stop crying out for him to stop. It seemed the more I begged for him to stop, the harder he went.

"Delirious!! I can't take it!!" I cried once more as my legs began to tremble.

"Fuck!" he stopped for a second to grab my legs and bring them up to my chest.

He grinned down at me before continuing his animalistic thrusts. This angle was allowing him to drill much further onto my prostate which is exactly what I didn't need.

"Fuck! Delirious!! Stop! Please!!" I begged with tears leaving my eyes.

The feeling was too much, the heat pooling inside my gut felt like a piping hot cup of coffee just waiting to melt through my abdomen.

"Beg more, you little fucking bitch," he growled.

"Please! Delirious!" I pleaded, new tears rolling down.

I didn't even care about how humiliated I was, how painful it was. I just wanted everything to end. It was so heartbreaking to see a man, I loved, to things like this to me. And I know it wasn't even him.

I gasped for air, trying to escape, when he started to choke me. I saw so much amusement in that dark blue eyes, while I tried to breath.

"You... worthless... slut."

With each trust he said one word. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt disgusted at the moment he released himself in, but relieved at the same time. He let go of my neck, while I coughed, trying to catch my breath.

"I think I found a new toy to be playing with. You don't even know what everything I have stored for you. You think this was a suffering? Your journey just starts."