Mine to Devour

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/51986056.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Category: M/M
Fandom: Dead Plate (RachelDrawsThis Video Game)
Relationship: Vincent Charbonneau/Rody Lamoree
Characters: Vincent Charbonneau, Rody Lamoree
Additional Tags: Smut, Predator/Prey, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drugged Sex, Anal
Sex, Creampie, Biting, Blood and Injury, Top Rody Lamoree, Bottom
Vincent Charbonneau
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-12-02 Words: 1,744 Chapters: 1/1
 Mine to Devour
by taempteng

Summary

Rody cooked a meal for his boss, claiming it could “ignite” his sense of taste once more.

Intrigued by the preposition, Vincent agreed.

It was a trap.

Notes

- Top Rody/Bottom Vincent

- Drugged Sex, Rape/Non-con
- Predator/Prey symbolism (at the beginning)

I have a new fixation

There was so much sexual tension in the game, I needed smutty content of these two

But when I checked the available fics, they’re all Top Vincent

I want my black haired brooding man as a bottom, thank you very much

Anyway, enjoy~

See the end of the work for more notes

Translation into Українська available: Мій до поглинання (Mine to Devour) by idfiw

Vincent was a man of incredible pride. His standards were too high to climb, expectations too
difficult to level with. He was as hard on others as he was on himself.

Vincent exuded charisma. One glance would inform any beholder of his dominant presence.
He was not an individual a mere passer-by could mess with.

So, to find himself on the ground, paralysed and vulnerable, hit a particular nerve in Vincent.

Worst of all, undeniable fear was crawling up his throat and choking the air from his
windpipe as a man stood above him.

A man who he always patronised. The man who he used and abused.

The man he grew obsessed over.

Of the seven days Vincent knew Rody Lamoree, he would never have expected such a
hungry and domineering side to the waiter. Always gentle and demure, the person — no,
beast — that hovered over his limp body looked absolutely terrifying. Eyes wide with mania,
lips stretched to show sharp canines, Rody stared at Vincent with feverish desire.

He had drugged him. Under the pretense of awakening Vincent’s lost taste, Rody had slipped
a drug into his meal. A few bites of the soft steak was the catalyst to the chef’s current
detriment.

His lips parted, gripped by a strong urge to call the red head. Yet, his tongue lay heavily in his
mouth. A barely audible gasp left Vincent, the only noise the chef could manage.

Rody cooed, eyes turning upwards into crescents. The smile plastering his countenance
widened, uncanny and predatory. The view sent a shiver down Vincent’s spine, even if he
could not move.
Rody crouched, tilting his head with a condescending simper. “Is our dear chef frightened?”

Vincent could not answer, but Rody knew that. The waiter was toying with him, dangling a
bait he knew the chef could not catch. Only dark eyes met the red head, who visibly
shuddered in a show of his own ecstasy.

“Don’t worry, Vince. I’ll be gentle.”

Vincent’s eyes were wide, yet they became larger as Rody unbuttoned his uniform. A breath
hitched in his oesophagus, terror creeping like millions of tiny spiders over his skin. Every
beat of his heart threatened to burst his chest open as each shining button slipped out of its
socket.

Cool air washed over warm skin as Rody opened his shirt, revealing bare torso to the cold
kitchen. Whimpers slipped from Vincent’s throat as a large palm smoothed over pebbled
dermis, igniting every nerve endings in his body. Even as his skin crawled with disgust, heat
pooled in his stomach.

As much as Vincent despised the exploitative touches, he could not stop the unbridled love
and lust for Rody from arising.

From the moment Rody entered his office, life as Vincent understood it turned upside down.
Heart stolen and entrapped within the red head’s grasp, an obsession blossomed within the
renowned chef. Fixated on his newfound interest, the raven haired attempted every method
perceivable to capture the new waiter’s heart.

Perhaps, Vincent made a miscalculation.

The chef thought he was the predator. He thought he was in control.

Now, as the chill of his restaurant’s kitchen floor permeated the thin fabric of his attire and
seeped into his skin, Vincent realised with dawning horror that he was never the one making
demands.

The one who held the reins — and possibly had since day one — was the very apple of his
eye, who now untied his apron and unzipped his pants.

“Look at you,” taunted Rody as he cradled his shaft from the confines of his underwear,
eliciting a helpless hiss from Vincent. “Getting hard and starting to leak. You’re enjoying
this, aren’t you?”

Only ragged breaths greeted the red head. Immobilised and exposed, the raven haired could
do nothing. Dark gaze followed the waiter’s every move intently, wide and glossy with
gathering tears.

The glint of unshed tears brought a groan from deep inside Rody’s chest, low and rumbly.
Skillfully, his hand moved along the thin length, tickling pronounced veins and pressing
sensitive glands. The attention to fine details fired gratifying signals through Vincent’s
incapacitated body, igniting his nervous system with pleasure.

Moans threatened to escape the chef. Stubborn and arrogant, the raven haired choked back
his sounds. He glared defiantly at Rody, who eyed him.

Though his eyes darkened with disapproval, Vincent ignored the shiver rattling his spine,
matching the overbearing gaze evenly.

Sensing the challenge, a wolfish grin adorned Rody’s profile.

“Alright. You want to play?”

In one swift movement, his pristine pants were removed and discarded to the side. A sharp
inhale from the chef had the waiter chuckling ominously.
“Let’s play.”

His legs were shoved apart, knees pushed to his chest as calloused hands imprinted bruises to
milky thighs. Pained whines tumbled from thinned lips at the compromising position, nether
region stripped for Rody’s eyes to feast upon. His hardness hung heavily, essence dripping to
pool on his stomach.

The waiter zeroed in on the chef’s entrance. It winked at the red head — the raven haired
tightening unconsciously in embarrassment from the attention. It drew him in, coaxing him to
have a taste.

So, he did.

A surprised groan left Vincent as Rody dove for his virgin hole, agile tongue wiggling inside
tightness. His eyes rolled up, jaw unhinging as moans and gasps seized his throat. Air entered
and left his lungs quickly, chest rising and falling consistently.

A hum of content rumbled in Rody’s chest, enjoying the sweet nectar of Vincent’s
quintessence on his palate. The vibrations surprised Vincent, evoking a gasp from his agape
mouth. It sent the chef to new heights, unknown pleasures introduced for him to drown in.

Caught off guard, Vincent spilled over his chest. Pathetic whimpers emitted as white painted
equally pale skin. His heat spasmed around the wet appendage, provoking a pleased grunt
from the eater.

Rody pulled away, licking his lips to savour the remnants of Vincent’s being. When his eyes
landed on the chef’s face, his breath caught. Raven locks stuck to a sweaty forehead, tears
streaming from dilated dark eyes as drool threatened to spill from an open mouth.

He wanted to ravage his boss desperately. He had to claim what was his now .
Despite his fumbling fingers, Rody eventually whisked out his erection. Vincent could not lift
his head, but as the tip pressed against his entrance, he could tell the red head was big.
Anxiety squeezed his heart, but protests died on the tip of his tongue as the waiter pushed in.

His ring of muscle stretched painfully to accommodate the intruding girth. Every inch shoved
into him speared his inside open, burning sensations engulfing his being. Though he
tightened in resistance, his objections fell on uncaring minds.

With a huff, Rody sheathed the rest of his prick with a harsh shove. A pained yell cut itself
short as his throat tightened, unending tears springing to his eyes. Agony set his whole
system ablaze, muscles twitching uselessly with adrenaline.

Pliant, docile, and warm — Vincent could not escape.

His fate was sealed.

Humming in satisfaction, Rody grabbed Vincent’s waist in his huge palms before rocking his
hips. His veiny shaft scraped the chef’s sensitive walls, rubbing against pleasure spots the
owner was not even aware of. Even as hindering friction brought pain to both participants,
persistent euphoria rose in the depths of their guts.

Agony and ecstasy intertwined in their union, solidifying their consummation.

A brutal pace was set in record time, fervent hips snapping as he pounded into the yielding
body. High pitched keens slipped from the chef’s throat as he was ruthlessly screwed, tight
heat eventually subsiding in its resistance. Vincent welcomed Rody’s merciless fucking,
relaxing so his thick length could slide in and out of him easily.

The cum leaving Rody’s penis smeared his inside, slicking the passage and easing the
movement. The smooth glide of the girthiness into his warm hole had Vincent rolling his
eyes, groaning and gasping in gratification. The chef fluttered around the intrusion, coaxing
the waiter to his impending high.
Realising his approaching peak, Rody leaned forward. The action forced Vincent to bend his
body, allowing the waiter to sink further into him. A moan left the chef’s lips as new depths
were reached, the length reaching uncharted waters within his body.

The waiter nosed the chef’s neck, breathing in his zesty scent.

Vincent smelled positively delectable. Rody wanted a bite of his supple flesh.

Without a second thought, the red head opened his mouth wide and sunk his teeth into the
raven head’s shoulder.

A yelp left Vincent at first. However, as Rody applied continuous pressure, a scream bubbled
from his throat.

His senses were finally returning, though not entirely. He struggled, movements sluggish. His
fingers twitched, though not enough energy entered his arm to lift it.

Rody was biting harder. His skin broke under the force, and as pearl white pressed into elastic
muscles, they gave way too. The sharp canines broke blood vessels, spilling hot liquid from
the wound.

The unadulterated pain sent Vincent over the edge. Mouth parted in a silent scream, he
reached his climax. Eyes wide but irises rolled back, he spilled all over his torso and
squeezed the moving appendage inside him.

The heat clamping down on his erection brought Rody to his limit. His groan was muffled as
he spurted warm cum inside of the chef. So much of his essence escaped that it pooled and
frothed at the entrance, sliding down the crack of Vincent’s behind.

The two slowly came down from their highs. Carefully, Rody removed his teeth, feeling
warmth on his lips and tasting metal on his tongue. When he looked at the chef, his heart
squeezed.
Vincent was panting, breaths uneven. His eyes gazed ahead, unseeing and dazed. Raven
strands matted across his sweaty forehead, skin shimmering with exertion.

On his shoulder, a bite mark sat. Blood was oozing from the wound, painting the floor red.

Rody purred happily, licking up the fresh blood. Then, he planted a kiss on Vincent's neck.
His pecks peppered upwards, grazing his jaw and the corner of his mouth.

Finally, Rody reached his lips, pressing firmly against Vincent. He pushed his tongue past the
chef’s pliant mouth, making him taste his own blood.

When they pulled away, red smudged the chef’s lips.

Dazed eyes met his dark gaze, and he smirked.

Hovering close to Vincent’s ear, Rody whispered.

“You’re mine now, Vince. Mine to devour .”

End Notes

I don’t know if I’ll have as much muse for this game as I did with LoP. Seeing as the fandom
is still small, I might consider writing more. Let’s see how much the appeal of the characters’
toxic relationship can make me write.

If you want to talk about Dead Plate, my Twitter is (@taempteng).

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