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If there was one thing Ccino didn’t look forward to when his shift ended, it was the possibility of one of Nightmare’s visits. His hands would start shaking near the end of the day, he’d get clumsier, sweatier, customers would start to notice, ask if he was alright, and rarely would some get angry with him for fumbling so much. He used to look forward to his friend’s visits, he used to get excited and would anxiously wait at the counter, staring at the door waiting to see if he’d come. But then Nightmare revealed his true intentions. He had manipulated Ccino, made him trust him like a friend, let him block off his universe so no one could enter without his permission, a gift he said cost him a large favor to Error. Ccino hadn’t known at the time that it wasn’t to “protect” him from the Star Sanses taking him away forever, or from other AUs potentially hurting him, it was to keep him trapped in as well. No one could leave, no one could enter, and Ccino was trapped with no one to help him.
It started just as flirting, which Ccino liked, he had always had feelings for Nightmare, and he found it flattering, but then it turned into kisses, which was okay, he didn’t mind those, even if Nightmare could get a little handsy and forceful! But then he started touching him in places he wasn’t comfortable with yet, and when he said no, Nightmare would usually get aggressive, or would continue touching him and insisting Ccino liked it, or on rare occasions, he would stop and act as if it never happened. Then one day Nightmare just didn’t stop. His touching turned into stripping, which turned into inserting. He was terrified of him now, he dreaded seeing him. He would try to say no or to stop him, but nothing worked and Nightmare seemed to only find him amusing. He was so scared it was going to happen again today, that Nightmare would show up and do terrible terrible things to him, either before or after they had their tea together, an old tradition they started when they were still just friends, during days Ccino missed and wished he could go back to. Nightmare insisted they still do it, and Ccino couldn’t help but agree, scared of what he’d do to him.
Ccino heard the bell to his shop ring as he wiped down the counter he prepared the food and drink on, facing away from the door. The closed sign should’ve let anyone know not to enter, and there was only one person it could be. He felt dread fill him completely, and his stomach felt like lead. He continued to wipe down the counter. “Good afternoon Ccino. How are you?” His voice was dripping in darkness and bad intentions, and Ccino could hear his smile. “I-I’m alright, sir… w-what could I get for you…?” Ccino winced as he glanced back at Nightmare before returning to the counter. “Oh Ccino, darling, you know you don’t need to treat me like any other customer, we’re friends.” His voice was deep and smooth, but there was a corrupted quality to it that Ccino hated now. “Oh, y-yeah, of course… Nightmare…” Tears filled his eyes, but he forced them down, “Just tea then…?” Saying his name was a painful reminder of their past friendship. A painful reminder of what should’ve been.
Nightmare hummed, and Ccino grabbed the pot, filling it with water and putting it on the tea maker. All the drinks were made up here, while his cooks made all the sandwiches and cookies and such in the back. They had left a few hours ago, when the cafe stopped serving warm food and only started serving drinks and cookies and cakes. Oh, and bread, like croissants and bagels. He was all alone in the cafe with Nightmare. No one else there but him and the cats, which thankfully Ccino knew Nightmare would never hurt. Nightmare loved the cats, and jokingly referred to them as their “babies” at a few points… Ccino used to think it was sweet and endearing, he used to blush and giggle, but now? He hated it. Ccino shut his eyes for a moment, but they were jolted back open again by the sudden feeling of arms wrapping around his waist. “Ccino~ I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day~” He slipped his hand under his apron and ran it up into Ccino’s shirt, causing him to let out a quiet whimper.
“Nightmare… please, not today… please?” Ccino shut his eyes again for a moment, and turned his head to the side. “Oh? Not in the mood to spend time together~? That hurts~” He spoke next to his head, on the side he had turned away from. Ccino just shook his head, tears rolling down his cheeks as he opened his eyes. He was about to turn back when he noticed something sitting on the counter, something he hadn’t put away yet, and in a moment of panic he lunged out of Nightmare’s grip and grabbed it, backing himself up against the other nearby counter. He had a serrated edged bread knife, a large one, the one he used to cut the bagels and cakes and such. It still had crumbs on it. “B-back off, o-or I’ll hurt you!” He held the knife in two hands, having no idea how to wield a weapon correctly, pointing it directly at Nightmare.
When Nightmare laughed all hope drained from Ccino, his hands shaking violently as he held the knife, which within moments he was no longer holding. Nightmare had been fast, grabbing his hands with tentacles and yanking them apart, causing him to startle and drop his knife to the floor. Nightmare walked closer, pushing Ccino against the counter he was already against, leaning down and picking up the knife, tossing it from hand to hand. “Aw~ Such an adorable attempt~” Nightmare came closer and closer, and Ccino struggled, managing to turn himself around, trying to climb over the counter. “Stop! Stop, get away from me! Get away, please!” He broke down sobbing as he tried to move, but Nightmare held him tight this time, getting up behind him, pressing their bodies together. Ccino was about to scream when something gave him pause, a knife at his throat, his bread knife.
“Now now, Ccino, I don’t wish to have to hurt you~” Nightmare purred in Ccino’s “ear”, the knife pressing against his neck some more, the jagged teeth threatening to cut him. Ccino hiccuped, causing them to dig in more, and he yelped, “Wait, no! No, don't kill me, please!” Ccino stopped moving out of fear of getting hurt. “That’s a good boy~ Now, are you done struggling~?” He pressed the knife against his neck even more, causing him to let out a sob and a whimper as it cut slightly into his neck, “Ow! Yes! Yes I’m done please! Please stop!” He whimpered and closed his eyes. The pressure pushing the knife against his neck let up, and it stopped cutting into him, “Good, good~ Now that you’re done with your little tantrum, remove your clothing for me, and summon that beautiful body~” He moved himself back, giving Ccino a bit of room to strip. Ccino whimpered, but slowly started undoing his apron, sniffling and crying as he dropped it to the floor, slipping off his shoes, socks, and pants, then he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the floor as well. He was completely naked, his bones on full display, the sun streaming through the windows warm against them, and yet he was still shaking.
“Well done~” Nightmare’s praise wasn’t appreciated, and Ccino turned back around to face the counter, and to avoid looking at his ex friend. Ccino hated being taunted by him, he was already raping him, why did he have to make it worse? Nightmare’s free arm wrapped around Ccino, running down his stomach and to his vagina, his fingers making quick work on his clit immediately, rubbing in gentle circles, “Ccino~ Don’t be quiet this time around, I want to hear you, loud and clear~” Nightmare’s request was followed with the feeling of his length suddenly slipping in between Ccino’s legs, the shaft pressing right up against his entrance, causing him to yelp in fear. Nightmare started slowly thrusting between his thighs, smirking as he laid his head on Ccino’s shoulder. Ccino was slightly bent over the counter, fear causing his soul to beat hard and fast as he nodded. “O-okay- mhh~” He leaned his head back.
As Ccino tried to find something to focus on other than the assault he was experiencing, he noticed Nightmare had placed the knife down on the counter, but he still had it in his hand. He wondered in his head if he could wrestle it from him, and a fantasy of using the knife to stab Nightmare filled his head. He wanted to kill him, he wanted to kill Nightmare. He wanted to be rid of him forever, but he knew that was so unrealistic, especially with his noodle body. His thoughts were interrupted very very rudely by the knife suddenly moving, and being pressed against his neck again. He raised his head on instinct, taking a sharp breath, his fear only rising as he whimpered, crying harder. “Ccino, don’t get so distracted, I want you to focus on me, not your own thoughts.” Nightmare pulled back, his tip pressed against Ccino’s entrance, causing him to squeal, shaking his head and attempting to move, but he was stopped in his tracks by stinging pain, he had moved too much and cut himself on the serrated edges of the knife.
“Ow!” Ccino cried out as his crying got harder and he sank a bit, since Nightmare had pulled the knife away in shock due to Ccino’s cutting himself on it, “Please stop! Nightmare please! I don’t- I can’t, please, please…” He broke down in sobs, falling over the counter, his upper body just laying across it as he cried and shook his head, laying it in his arms, hiding his face. Nightmare watched for a few seconds of just silent crying, before a smile spread across his face, “Oh aren’t you cute~?” Nightmare slipped inside of him, and he let out a loud cry, shaking his head and jolting up, “No! No stop! I-it hurts, it hurts!” He tried to crawl away from him again but Nightmare quickly placed his hands on his waist and pulled Ccino back to him, beginning to thrust into him, still holding him like that. “Don’t be ridiculous, Ccino, I know how ready you were~ It couldn’t possibly hurt when you feel like this~” Nightmare began to thrust faster, and Ccino screamed as loud as he could, just struggling and trying to move away. He hadn’t meant it hurt physically, it didn’t, it felt disgusting and violating but it didn’t hurt him like that, it was tearing him apart mentally.
Ccino could feel every thrust going deeper than he felt it should’ve, the strange and unpleasant feeling of him pressing up against his cervix made him feel queasy, and he shook his head repeatedly, just wanting him to leave him alone. He just wanted things to go back to how they used to be, fun and enjoyable. When he thought that maybe Nightmare loved him, and they would be something more than friends, but now they were much, much less. He hated him, he wanted him to die, he wanted to kill him. He wouldn’t even think twice if Nightmare disappeared and never returned to him, he would’ve just continued on with his life happy that it was finally over, but he didn’t see that happening anytime soon, and sometimes when he was alone at night he wondered if the only thing that would free him wasn’t Nightmare’s death, but his own.
Ccino felt Nightmare change his angle, and he gasped in pleasure as every thrust began to graze over his “sweet spot”. He hated how moans began to pour out of his mouth at a faster rate, and he shut it, hoping to hide the pleasure he was getting from this sick torture. He tried to focus on the bad parts to make it easier, like how every thrust went too deep, and how Nightmare was holding him too hard around the waist. He was going to focus on more painful, uncomfortable things, but suddenly he felt something being pressed against his throat, the tip of that damned knife. He gasped a bit and his body stiffened, causing him to whimper from the feeling of his walls contracting around Nightmare. “Ccino I don’t believe this is “not holding back” like I asked of you, is it? No, it isn’t. I said I wanted to hear you, so let me hear you.” Nightmare was continuously thrusting through the whole sentence. Ccino shook his head, “P-please don’t make me, please! I can’t take anymore!” He felt the knife’s edge being pressed harder against his neck and he made a breathy choking noise.
“Was that a ‘no’, Ccino? That’s a bad, bad boy~” Nightmare ran the knife’s tip down the surface of his throat. Not cutting, but leaving a strange and uncomfortable feeling, causing Ccino to let out a sob as his body once again contracted on Nightmare, making his assailant shiver, “Mh, your fear makes your body react in such… pleasurable ways~ Maybe I should cut you open, fuck you awhile you struggle to keep yourself together~ Feel how much your body rewards me for it~” Nightmare’s vial threat gave him just the reaction he wanted. Ccino hated the image it created in his head, the idea of Nightmare basically killing him and using his body while doing so was so… sadistic. He felt the knife dig into his neck and he let out a cry, sobbing quietly as it dragged down his neck again, this time leaving a cut. The feeling of blood rolling down his neck made him feel sick, and he shut his eyes, crying harder. “Please stop! Please! I’ll react how you want, I won’t hold back please don’t kill me!” Ccino’s body was squeezing tightly, Nightmare already nearing a climax from the pressure.
“Say my name, Ccino~ Say it and I won’t~” Nightmare teased, shifting the knife in his hand so that he could finger lightly at the cut, every painful touch causing Ccino to give a little cry and squeeze around him. He felt miserable. “N-nightmare! Please, please don’t hurt me! Please!” Ccino was absolutely bawling, feeling Nightmare pull his hand away from his neck. Shifting the knife into a tentacle, Nightmare pushed Ccino down to be completely bent over the counter, which lifted his feet a bit off the ground, then he grabbed his hips. Ccino felt Nightmare raise his bottom half a bit with his hands, then began pounding right into him, causing his body to rock and a filthy moan to be pulled from his throat, Nightmare’s cock repeatedly rubbing against his g-spot. Ccino was choking on moans and sobs, whimpering and arching down against the counter, gripping the outer edge in front of him tightly.
Nightmare enjoyed the sounds he forced Ccino to make, and he enjoyed the sound of his cock plowing into him almost just as much. The sounds of wet ecto on wet ecto were fueling him more and more, and Ccino knew that. He knew he got off on it, that and his moaning, but he also didn’t want to disobey his instructions, and he continued moaning, crying out Nightmare’s name every few, not wanting him to threaten or hurt him again. Ccino was getting close, closing his eyes as he let out shrill moans, gripping the counter harder as tears poured down his cheeks, “Oh gods~! N-nightmare~! I-I-! I-I’m~!!” He came, tightening around him and letting out a chain of moans and gasps. Nightmare moved one of his hands from his hips to his ass, then using his thumb, gently pressed it against the rim and rubbed it, knowing Ccino liked this from prior experience.
Ccino was a mess from there on out, crying out with tears streaming down his cheeks, his body spasming as it was overstimulated. Nightmare was drawing himself closer to release, and gently pressed the tip of his thumb into the tight ring of nerves he was lightly thumbing at, hearing Ccino cry out his name and cum again, becoming almost incoherent. Nightmare gave his last few hard thrust before burying himself inside of Ccino’s warm, tight walls, cumming deep inside of him, feeling him spasming around him as he froze inside, his cock twitching as it released the last of his load into him. Ccino went limp, his body going from tense to ragdoll-ish as he quietly cried. He was laid completely against the counter, cheek pressed to the cold, hard surface, his hands on either side of him, motionless, suddenly too aware of everything, a feeling he was familiar with. It always came to him when Nightmare was done, being too conscious of everything touching his body and just all of his parts in general, he could feel every sensation, every sore muscle, and it was terribly overwhelming in the most awful of ways.
Ccino felt Nightmare pull out and gave a broken gasp at the feeling. He was throbbing and he hated it, he hated every second, he hated that he could feel Nightmare pooling out of him now. He knew there’d be a mess to clean and he just didn’t know how much more of it he could take. It was so difficult to clean such an awful mess he didn’t want to make. Ccino whimpered and let out a sob, closing his eyes and feeling tears spilling from them. “Ccino? Are you going to pass out on me~? I can bring you home, to your apartment, if you’d like~” Nightmare ghosted his hands over his hips, and Ccino couldn’t help but fear he was considering or suggesting going another round. He shook his head with a shaky sob and a choked, “No…”
Nightmare laughed, no doubt at how pathetic his little coffee making baker was, “Aw~ That’s a shame, you look like you could use the rest~” He purred, moving his hands around to touch at Ccino’s entrance yet, causing him to gasp, another string of begging leaving his mouth as he felt two fingers dip into him. This was torment, just pure torture for Nightmare’s amusement. Ccino slumped himself forward on the counter, crying into his arms as he folded them under his head. Nightmare pushed his fingers up into him, rubbing the tips of his fingers up and down against Ccino’s inner walls, sending shockwaves through his still overstimulated body, which hadn’t even had two minutes to recover.
This went on for some time, Nightmare kissing and biting his neck, whispering terrible things to him about his body and what he wanted to do to it, and upping the intensity until Ccino came yet again, making him bite into his own arm to avoid the string of curse words he wanted to let out, knowing Nightmare didn’t much appreciate hearing an “I hate you”. Nightmare pulled his fingers out and grabbed Ccino’s hips, suddenly flipping him around and laying him on the counter, shoving his legs to the side and pushing something into his entrance suddenly. It wasn’t his cock, it wasn’t his fingers, and it made Ccino’s toes curl, extremely pleasurable discomfort wracking his whole body, then Nightmare leaned down, kissed him, and turned around. “See you tomorrow, Ccino darling~”
Once Nightmare left the building and Ccino was sure he was done, he allowed his body to relax. He dropped his legs, though kept them spread to avoid friction with whatever was still inside him. His poor sensitive, overused body couldn’t take that right now, he just needed a moment to calm down and recover. He placed his arm over his eyes as he panted and just quietly cried, allowing himself what was maybe twenty minutes of recovery time before he started feeling even grosser, knowing he needed to clean up and remove this object from himself. He finally found the will to sit up, but as he pulled his legs closer together he felt a sharp pain on one of his thighs and quickly pulled it away, looking down in surprise.
Sticking out of him was the blade of the bread knife, the handle buried inside him. He felt his tears flow heavier, and quickly he pulled it out, without any regard for how he had dried up a bit, and it stung to remove it so suddenly. He threw it as far as he could and slipped off the counter, falling to the floor, in a puddle of Nightmare and his own fluids, and he buried his face in his knees, completely breaking down there inside his shop. He felt so helpless, and so, so alone. Nightmare was a terrible excuse for a friend.