Mobile/Gideon, noncon

Mobile had been assaulted on his way to work, which was a hell of a lot more complicated than it sounded.  The limbo between the physical world and the Astral Plane was a fickle place, and very hard for non-psychics to hack into.  It was made of delicate, networked material and designed to prevent psychics from using any offensive powers.  Blowing a hole in that sort of fabric could keep millions of people from returning to their bodies, mix them up, or worse.  That this Gideon person had somehow hacked into the limbo without anyone noticing and created a wormhole leading to his personal pocket of subspace sounded so impossible it was nearly inconceivable.  Then again, money could buy nearly everything, including an elaborate plan to bypass Mobile’s normal route to his office.  He’d ended up falling through the darkness as soon as he started projecting, landing somewhere unfamiliar.  And through all this, something had been able to block his visions.  He hadn’t even seen this coming.
In front of him, a pair of thick-rimmed glasses shined ominously, like some modern interpretation of the Cheshire Cat.  A moment later, Gideon Graves was illuminated in all his glory, rising up from his makeshift throne, which soon degraded into transparent bats and eroded completely.  He was left standing there proudly in his blinding white suit, a characteristic smirk on his face.
“I hope you’re enjoying yourself, because you’re about to have your gaudy bullshit reported to my superiors.” Mobile said plainly, brushing his kneecaps off and shouldering his messenger bag.  “Are you quite done?”
“Oh, so you don’t remember me?” Gideon responded smugly, adjusting his glasses.  “And I thought you were the smart one, landing a job on the big AP and all.” He said, swaggering rather than walking around Mobile.
Mobile raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.  “Let’s get a couple things straight.  I’m the boyfriend of the gay friend of the guy that stole your girlfriend, and your crushing defeat happened six months ago.  Why should I care about what you’re doing in the meantime, and why should I remember you?”
That hit a soft spot, and Gideon could practically feel his fragile ego bruise like the peach it was.  A peach backed by millions of dollars that was perfectly capable of redeeming itself through trickery and deceit.  Shallow and petty though that may be, shallow and petty were two the qualities that always seemed to get him what he wanted.  “Ooh, never would have pegged you for a smartass.” The taller male near-hissed, surging forward.  “Keep up your sass and see what happens.  Oh, and I wouldn’t try attacking me.  This is –my- invention, not your little psychic playpen.” He said, making a gesture with his fingers as if flicking away the very idea.
He gripped Mobile’s collar and jostled him, expression forming a tight, thin-lipped smirk when this only rewarded him a deadpan stare.
“I know what you’re thinking, babe.  I’m not obsessed, I just like getting what I want.  Why do I want you?  I just like cowing people who think they’re better than me.  That would include all of Scott’s friends and their friends, and you’re just my type, so you should feel flattered.  Oh, why am I telling you all this?”
He leaned in, hissing into Mobile’s ear.  “Maybe I just like to warm up to the sound of my own voice before I fuck you raw.”
He relished the small shudder that went through Mobile before frowning as the other male violently pushed him away and aimed a punch at his face.  Maybe if they weren’t in Subspace he would have taken the full brunt of the blow, but instead he caught it, twisted the male’s arm around, and dug his knee into Mobile’s stomach as hard as he could without qualm.  Astral projections couldn’t vomit, after all.  This sent the smaller male falling forwards, on to his knees, clutching his stomach, a sight that definitely helped to kindle Gideon’s fire a little more.  Before he could recover, Graves was on top of him, squeezing his hands brutally against the floor.
“It’s too bad you’re dating the biggest manslut in Toronto, I could have been your first...good thing we’re fucking here and not in your bed, because personally, I don’t want to catch every STD known to man and some known to dogs.” He said.
Mobile grit his teeth, incensed.  “You have no busi-“ He started, before Gideon suddenly reared back and interrupted him, mimicking Mobile in a high, squeaky voice before he could protest.  “Don’t you talk about Wallace that way, I’m going to report you to my boss!  Honestly…” He said, slipping back into his normal voice as he straddled the squirming Mobile and started to disrobe.  “Do you really think I can’t pay off anyone who has the gall to look into this?  Do you really think I won’t be absolved of all blame by the time you start pissing and moaning to the higher-ups?” He cooed, stroking at Mobile’s cheek with his thumb as he pinned down his arm with his elbow, preventing struggles with his stronger mass.  He stopped talking for a while in favor of disrobing Mobile, using the waistband from his red peacoat to tie the male’s wrists roughly in front of him.  “You look a lot smaller without this chunky thing.” He murmured, undoing the male’s belt next and tying it around his ankles.  He leaned back to survey the struggling psychic, face flushed and eyes narrowed in defiance.
“I’ve watched you two now and then, you know.  Don’t give me that look, kitten, I’m not some sort of lowlife that watches through the keyhole or windows, I can afford to put cameras into any house I want to.  Anyways, I must say, I’m impressed by your…talents.” He said, starting to take his own pants off.  “You suck cock like a pro, from what I can tell…much better than Ramona ever did.” He continued, relishing in Mobile’s flushed face and desperate squirming.  He’d already tried to break out of his bonds through psychic means, and it had only ended in a nasty headache.
“Well, go ahead.  Tell me I’m sick, and how you hope I’ll choke, and blah blah blah.  Get it all out now, because I won’t tolerate it during sex.” Gideon said as he started to stroke his cock to full hardness, pausing for a beat before shrugging.  “Suit yourself.” He said, and pried Mobile’s mouth open before shoving himself in with a moan.  He didn’t stop when the other started gagging.  “Don’t even try to fool me, I’ve seen you take him whole before.” He chuckled, pushing Mobile’s head on to his cock but making sure not to put too much weight on his chest.  Wouldn’t want to leave Wallace with an empty shell, that would be too cruel.
Mobile was more or less unresponsive.  All his energy was going into trying to be the worst lay Gideon had ever had without biting his cock off.  He didn’t use his tongue, coughed and choked when Gideon made a hard thrust downwards, and hoped Gideon would get so fed up of doing all the work he’d leave him alone.  Somehow he knew that wasn’t going to happen.  Gideon soon gripped the other’s hair, pulling his cock out of his mouth.
“Playing hard-to-get isn’t going to do anything for you now, ice princess.  Step up your act, or I’ll get what I want from your little boyfriend.” He threatened.  “And since he’s not quite as cute as you, I won’t be anywhere near as forgiving.”
He continued manhandling Mobile, bending his knees under him and pulling him forward into a more subservient position.  “Now bend down and suck it.  Do it right this time, don’t test me.”
Grabbing Mobile by his tie, he practically pressed his face into his crotch, pulling his face up by his chin and rubbing his lips with precum.  Though his face was pinched tight with disgust and his cheeks were flushed, Mobile opened his mouth and started to lick at the other’s head.  He felt like retching when the other demanded he use his tongue to get under the foreskin.  –Just pretend it’s Wallace…-
“Wallace was never this big, was he?  Wallace never talked to you like this.” Gideon huffed through his thrusts as if he could read the other’s mind, running his hands through Mobile’s hair and now and then pulling incessantly at his tie or gripping the tuft of hair at the back of his neck.  “Ngh, filthy bitch…look at me.  I said look up at me!  No need to make a face like the world is ending.” He chuckled, grinning toothily in response to Mobile’s bleary, baleful stare.
It took a few more thrusts before he came without warning, cum flooding Mobile’s throat in several spurts.  He removed his cock before he finished, painting the other’s face.  He was especially appreciative of how it splattered on the lenses of his glasses and leaked out of the corner of his mouth.
“Shit…now that’s a picture I’ll remember for later.” He muttered.  “Too bad cameras don’t work in here.”
“Y-you don’t have to go after Wallace…” Mobile choked out, coughing but trying to swallow.  He didn’t dare spit, however much he wanted to.  “You won’t prove anything by hurting him.”
“Are you still hung up about that?  I told you he’d be fine if you listened, no need to fret.” Gideon responded seedily.  He was already starting to become hard again as Mobile tried to fish a tissue out of his pocket with shaking hands and coughed into it, wiping his face.  Gideon allowed him this small moment before pulling him forward by his soiled tie.
“No need to fear, I won’t lay a finger on your precious Wallace unless you give me a reason to.”
He presented himself, gesturing to his hardening erection.  Of course it would be easy to simply haul Mobile around and take him from behind, but he knew this would be much more demeaning.
“I’ll undo your feet if you promise to be good.” He said, undoing the belt clasping Mobile’s legs together before pulling him forward once again.  He shoved his hand down the other’s pants while squeezing his buttocks with the other hand.  Mobile was shaking, sweat beading on his forehead now, and looking to the side rather than at his aggressor.  “Just hurry up and do what you want.”
“You’re too kind, but I would like to take my time.” Gideon responded, shoving his index finger inside Mobile to the knuckle and watching him shudder as the coldness of his ring rested against his sphincter.  He continued to finger him needlessly.  It wasn’t as if he would bleed much here, or if it would matter much if he did.  Every time Mobile tried to simply lower himself down to get it over with, he would shove his fingers in harder, keeping him suspended by roughly kneading his buttocks.  “Yeah yeah, I know you’re a needy little slut and all, but you should have some patience.” He said, rolling his eyes as if preparing him was a huge inconvenience.
Eventually he had mercy on Mobile and removed his fingers, wiping them on the limp figure of his peacoat somewhere below, aligning his hard member and forcing himself inside his entrance with a small huff.  Mobile’s entire body shuddered and he swallowed a gasp, trying stoically not to let out any signs of pain, let alone pleasure.  –Just pretend it’s Wallace…-
Gideon started pumping in and out from his sitting-up position, practically moving Mobile’s body up and down with his arms under his armpits.  Overzealous in his actions, he licked his upper lip and snapped his fingers, the floor morphing into a softer surface they could operate upon.  He lay down upon the ground, bringing one hand to Mobile’s hip while the other ripped and clawed at his dress shirt, then groped his chest and pinched his nipples.  Mobile’s eyes were becoming glazed over as he took the brunt of Gideon’s thrusts, his head lolling slightly to the side and face wiped over by misery.  His hastily cleaned glasses, decorated by smeared cum, were practically falling off, he looked unhealthily flushed, and his only interest in the situation seemed to be keeping his torso and head erect.  Otherwise, he was limp and starting to look pathetically fatigued.
“The least you could do is at least –act- like I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had.” Gideon drawled.  He didn’t care if Mobile was hard or not.  This wasn’t to show how great a lover he was or humiliate Mobile through pleasure or anything pointless like that that would require more work than it was worth.  The point of this was to show that he held power over the other man, to emphasize the fact that it didn’t matter if he didn’t remember who he was, or if he already had another boyfriend, or if it had been six months since he was merely in the same vicinity as Gideon.  The point was, he was fucking Gideon Graves, and he could fuck every underaged schoolgirl, pregnant mother, squirming twink, or acquaintance of Scott Pilgrim he wanted.  He could have –anyone- he wanted.  Mobile was a piece of meat that managed to catch his fancy, and that was all he was.  Not someone he was wasting time to obsess over.  Not someone he was using to prove a point.  Just another receptacle for his lust, about which nothing mattered to him but appearance, skill and obedience.  The third was easily attainable as long as he pushed the right buttons.
He choked Mobile briefly to tighten him up, seeing as the male went almost completely limp near the end of the ordeal.  He grinned as the male gagged and pulled at his hands, face a mask of terror and appalled shock.  Only when he came powerfully within Mobile did he release his hands from his neck, leaving him coughing and fingering at the bruises around his neck with tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.  Gideon shoved him off his cock as if he was little more than a receptacle built to receive such treatment, pulling up his boxers and pants and regarding Mobile’s crumpled form.  His hair was a far cry from the neat mop it had been before, glasses falling off his face, cheeks tear-stained and eyes bleary and pained.  It felt good to see people knocked off their pedestals.  In the end they were all the same to him.
“Well, seems like your job is done for today.  Better get back home, before your Wallace starts worrying.” Gideon said with a smirk.  “Oh, and don’t worry, darling.  I’ll be back again soon enough.”
He gave a small chuckle before walking a ways into the darkness and disappearing.  Mobile felt sick.  His body lurched, and he suddenly fell back into consciousness.
 “Mobile…”
“Mobile!”

Wallace’s panicked voice began to echo in his ears, and he snapped his eyes open.  He was in their shared bed, and it was only a few hours after 9:00…the time he normally arrived at work.

“Oh god, guy, I was so worried…” Wallace whispered.  When he hugged him and brought his face close to his ear, Mobile had to resist a small shudder.  “You started…tossing and turning, like you were sleeping, and I looked over, and you looked…you looked like you were in –pain-, guy, and I tried to w-wake you up, but…I c-couldn’t!”
H was blubbering, uncharacteristically distressed.
“I moved you to the bed because it looked like you were gonna fall off the couch.  Geez…I mean, I was scared you were in some sort of psychic-nightmare-coma-thing.  You going off to work and never coming back…that’s a scary thought, Mobile!”
Mobile quietly let Wallace fret over him, swallowing back the ball of slime at his throat before trying to regain his composure.  “I…it was just a glitch…I was simply assaulted by unpleasant stimuli for a small while, but…I’m alright now.”
“A small while?  Bullshit a small while,  I had to watch you writhe around on the couch for a few hours without being able to help you at all.” Wallace responded, voice slightly raw.  Mobile felt a few pangs of guilt hit him when he realized Wallace had been crying.  It wasn’t a surprise…there was no way he was going to reveal what happened, and he knew that Wallace believed he wasn’t telling him something.  He had the right to find that disrespectful.  Fortunately he seemed to forget about his frustration temporarily.
“Ooh, you’re real clammy…” Wallace murmured, pressing a cool hand to Mobile’s sweat-glazed forehead.  “You look so peaky…maybe you went off sick this morning and it…messed with your head or something.”
He brushed aside some sweat-soaked strands of hair and kissed his forehead.
“You were coughing while you were projecting…”
Mobile tensed.
“You must have come down with something.”
Mobile got out of bed, dragging himself to the bathroom, then practically stumbling as he felt saliva fill his mouth and his stomach bubble.
“I…I’ll make you some tea or something, oka-“
Mobile violently threw up into the toilet.
He gripped the sides of the porcelain bowl, ignoring the foul smell, and only clawing at the lever when he was done.  He straightened up, and in the mirror, he could see Wallace frozen, covering his mouth with a concerned look on his face.
“G-guy…your head…”

Looking into the mirror as he turned the cold water on and prepared to splash his face, Mobile covered his burning mouth and nearly retched again as he saw a faint halo of light around his head, blinding bright.