This fic is inspired by the ending CG for Dan's route in the game.
You push your way through the crowd in the club, the familiar scents of sweat, musk, and alcohol assaulting your nose as the deep thumping of the music pounds at your ears.
Bert, the bartender, smiles at you and hands you your drink as you make your way past the bar, and you take a sip. It’s something lemony today, pleasantly tart but strangely refreshing, and you make a mental note to ask him about it later. At the moment, though, your goal is in sight, and you push your way through the remaining mass of bodies to a red velvet rope in front of a darkened doorway.
A large man standing behind the rope squints at you behind sunglasses, and you grin at him. “Hi Andre.”
He nods at you, serious as always, and unhooks the rope, letting you pass, and you quickly down the rest of your drink and set the empty glass on a tray before making your way through the door.
It’s a bit quieter here, and a lot less packed. A few people stand around hi-top tables with drinks while others seem to be dancing. You look around the room, trying to find your target, when a tap on your shoulder makes you jump.
You turn and see Dan, wearing a leather harness you don’t think you’ve seen before, and a leather jockstrap you know you haven’t, and you suddenly find yourself breathless looking at him. He looks at you hungrily, then holds up a pair of handcuffs. “You’re late.”
“I... I’m... Sorry. We were...”
“Shut up.”
Then he’s on you, forcing you against the wall and claiming your mouth, and your erection goes from 0 to 60 in a matter of seconds.
He breaks and laughs, grabbing your crotch and stroking you roughly, wrenching a breathless moan from your lips. “Someone’s excited.” He steps back and looks you over. “Strip.”
You do so, quickly, still feeling a little self-conscious no matter how often you do this, and despite feeling like public sex should’ve stopped being such a big deal to you years ago.
Dan watches, approvingly, before tossing the pair of handcuffs to the side and taking your hand, leading to you a corner.
“No handcuffs?”
He laughs. “I thought it’d make for a good first impression... you should’ve seen the look on your face. But don’t think you’re getting off easily.”
He leads you to a contraption you’ve grown familiar with, and you shiver in anticipation. He grins and pushes you against it, stroking you as he claims your mouth again. “Arms up.”
You follow his instructions and he secures your wrists and chest to the frame, spreads your legs, and locks your ankles in place as well. He nods approvingly at you and tilts you forward so you can’t see much more than legs and feet without straining your neck, your ass exposed to the world.
He runs his fingers up your side, and you notice he’s lost the jock, his erection tantalizing close to your face. You shiver again as he knees in front of you, slips a small device into your hand, and gently bites at your ear. “Usual safeword: Jameson. I won’t gag you this time, but press that twice if your mouth is otherwise occupied. As usual.”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
He laughs and pinches a nipple, hard enough to hurt. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? I think I have a better idea.”
He stands and you watch his feet walk off. You strain to follow him, but to no avail, and you can feel all eyes in the room on you. Somehow it just heightens your arousal.
After what feels like an eternity, you see his feet return, another pair in tow, and you strain your head to see who he’s brought.
“Christopher. This is James.”
“My name isn’t...”
“Shut up. You’re James tonight.”
He shrugs, and Dan tosses him what looks like a condom, as you do your best to study the man. He’s blonde, already shirtless, and fairly fit, but you’re not sure he really looks anything like the James you knew in college.
“Strip and put that on.”
You lose sight of them again, relaxing your neck and shifting your gaze back to the floor. A short while later, you feel something cool against your entrance and you recognize the feeling of Dan’s fingers gently prying you open. You moan and he laughs, swatting your ass. “Uh uh. Not going to be that easy.”
Then his fingers are gone, replaced with something much larger. It takes you a second to realize what it is. You hear him mutter something to James -- or whatever his name is -- before his cock reappears in front of your face.
“Do a good job and we’ll let you cum this time.”
You lick the head and he laughs, as the vibrator in your ass starts up. Dan buries himself to the hilt and down your throat, and you briefly choke before getting used to his length. His hands pull at your hair as he thrusts, roughly, in the way he knows you love.
James, in the meantime, seems to refuse to let up on the throttle, and you can feel yourself rapidly approaching orgasm. Dan laughs, somehow sensing your impending release and pulling out of your mouth to your disappointed groan. “James. Bud. You really don’t know how to tease, do you? You should probably replace that with your cock before it’s too late.”
The vibrator is swiftly removed and replaced, roughly, with his cock, and you bite your lip to keep from crying out. It’s uncomfortable, but you feel like if your entrance hadn’t just been abused, it would actually be painful, and not in the way you like. Above you, you can somehow sense Dan frown and watch his feet pad off behind you.
“What. The. Fuck.”
Then the pressure is gone, your ass immediately feeling the relief as you hear Dan growl behind you, seemingly in anger.
“What. The. F...”
“I thought... I just saw that y...”
“What part was I unclear on?”
“Nothing! I just...”
“Get out.”
James -- or whoever he is -- seems to snarl at that. “Who the fuck do you think you are? I paid to be here. You can’t order me around like that.”
Dan laughs, seemingly in disbelief. “I see we haven’t been properly introduced then. I’m Dan. I own this place.” You can hear a larger set of footsteps behind you. “Andre here will show you out. You’re not welcome back here.”
The guy starts to protest, but the footsteps move closer, and he seems to think twice. You can hear him leave and Dan hoists you upright again. He’s breathing heavily, chest heaving in anger as he quickly frees you, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this.
Then you’re free, and he pulls you off into a back room that you recognize as his office, sitting down on a couch, pulling you down next to him, and wrapping his arms around you. Neither of you speak, for a while, as he slowly seems to calm down.
“What... happ...”
“Fucker thought it would be a good idea to stealth you.”
“What? ...oh.” You can feel your vision swim, as his arms tighten around you.
“I’m sorry.”
You laugh at this. “Why? How is that in any way your fault?”
Dan shrugs. “I put you in danger. He seemed hot, and decent enough. I should’ve stopped him when he was abusing that stupid toy, but I just figured he was... I don’t know.”
You shake your head and lean your head against his. “It’s still not your fault. Besides, it was only for a second, I have a scheduled test in two weeks, and I’m on prep, anyway.”
“Man, I thought it was a silly idea when you first brought it up, since the only person fucking you raw is me, but I guess you can never be too careful.” He sighs. “Still. I just feel like...”
“Daniel. You’re getting sappy.”
He laughs, a real laugh this time, and kisses your head.
“Bitch.”
“Yeah, well. You love me anyway.”
“Now who’s getting sappy?” He kisses you gently and shakes his head. “I don’t know how you’re so calm right now.”
“There’s nothing we can do anyway, right? Tests in two weeks. Deal with whatever then.”
“Yeah, yeah. I guess it’s actually kind of a miracle how it took this long to run into an asshole.”
You grab his cock. “Speaking of which, I think we have some unfinished business. With my asshole.”
He laughs. “You know, I’m still somehow surprised every time that I’ve found someone more insatiable than me.” He pushes you away and looks you over, approvingly. “But I think you’re right... we do have unfinished business.”
“Well, come and get it.”
“I think I just might.” He pauses. “Although is it okay if we use condoms? Just for a couple weeks. Until we’re sure.”
“I would expect nothing less of you.”
“Bitch.”
“If that’s what you want me to be.”
He laughs again and flips you over on the couch.