A Particular Birthday Gift

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/48053737.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con
Category: M/M
Fandom: Alien Stage (Web Series)
Relationship: Ivan/Till (Alien Stage)
Character: Ivan (Alien Stage), Till (Alien Stage)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Non-Consensual Drug Use,
Anal Fingering, Bloody Kisses, Sloppy Makeouts, Anal Sex, Misuse of
Flute, Flute Play, Lingerie, Collars, Chains, Master/Pet, Confinement,
Manipulation, Mind Manipulation, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior,
Yandere, Human Trafficking, Porn With Plot, Ambiguous/Open Ending,
Bad Ending
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-06-22 Words: 3,335 Chapters: 1/1

A Particular Birthday Gift

by EreshkigaltotheRescue

Summary

Till never thought of his birthday as something special. It was just the day of his birth,
afterall. The only thing that keeps him remembering his own birthday is none other than the
shakuhachi his father, segyein Urak, gave to him in the first year of his adoption.

With Freddie, his guitar, being smashed into pieces after his round, Till was left with
nothing but this old shakuhachi.

That day was supposed to be a calm day, but it was ruined by a bastard.

Ivan, the bastard, smiled mysteriously.

"When you have nothing but an outrageous option to rely on…"

"...I wonder, what will you choose?"

Notes

See the end of the work for notes

The flute emits a magnificent sound as Till closes his eyes, steadily blowing air to the head of the
flute.

The name was shakuhachi. It was one of many simple flutes, and a gift from his father—Urak, his
owner. He never attached any importance to the day of his birth, he always forgot about this
insignificant day. The only reminder of his own birthday is none other than this flute—the very
first birthday gift he had received from the segyein he adored, this segyein that kept up with his
whims in their own way.

CLAP CLAP

Opening his eyes, Till was greeted with the black haired man that he didn't know since when
already standing beside him, leaning his back on the wall. The serene face scowled in hate, not
hiding an ounce of his blatant disgust.

"Tsk."

Ivan laughed, with his fist in front of his lips—closing his eyes in amusement at Till's reaction.
Even if Till showing nothing but dislike towards him, it still makes him happy—at least, it's not the
indifference like what the other used to give him, treating him like nothing but a mere oxygen.

"Did I bother you, Till? Showing your thorns right away when I haven't said anything, that's pretty
rude, don't you think?"

"Piss off. Don't expect me to use pleasantries like some manipulative bastard."

The manipulative bastard smiled, hands on the wall behind him as he looked to the artificial sky
above.

"If only someone wouldn't let go of my hand back then, I think, by now, I could see the actual sky
with them."

Till looked away, face scrunched up in dislike and guilt. He knew it was stupid—not one day he
thought of that choice as a smart move. But, even if the time was repeated again and again, no
matter how many times, he will choose the same option without fail.

"Breathing in the fresh air, walking on the greenery as we basked in the true sun—such a nice
picture, don't you think so, Till?"

"...you know I wouldn't change my mind. I couldn't leave her."

Ah, of course, that insignificant pink haired girl again.

Rolling his eyes, Ivan scoffed. He never took interest in anything, let alone having any dislike. But
it was a different matter if it involved the crush of his beloved—he'll hate her wholeheartedly,
feeling disgust over the mere shadow of the girl.

He hated that girl with all of his being.

Ivan is not a saint, he's not a canvas full of pure white. His jealousy was never apparent, but it was
there—eating him slowly from his gut, to his heart, and ended with his brain being so mushy that
he couldn't think of anything but to confine the one that he loved—locking this dense bastard and
chaining Till down in his residence, just so that no one would ever see him again.

Putting a hand on his lips, Ivan's mind wanders to a faraway conclusion.

How much should I pay to have Till, I wonder?

Urak wouldn't let him go without a proper price, based on their personality that he acquired from a
long-time observation.
I think I have something precious that they wouldn't refuse. It's one of my prized treasures, afterall.

Rubbing his nape, Till was confused.

Where is this weird chill coming from?

"Yes, you wouldn't change your mind. But I want you to remember one thing."

Till's attention was back on the black haired man beside him, with a kind smile and crescent eyes
that looked very suspicious based on Till's understanding of the other's personality.

"When you have nothing but an outrageous option to rely on…"

Ivan scoffed, turning his body as he walked away—hiding the dark emotion that brewed in his pair
of black onyx.

"...I wonder, what will you choose?"

Till only furrowed his brows in confusion. He hates it when Ivan talks in these kinds of
complicated riddles. The other know Till was good in artistic stuff, but a total waste in anything
other than art and music. An angry vein popped on Till's jaw.

Did you come here to mock me?

Till was angry for a totally different reason, and soon forgot the thing that Ivan asked him to
remember. Not like anything Ivan says or does ever worth for him to remember, anyway.

Ivan was such an insignificant existence for him, afterall. The tool that's slightly helpful in his
everyday life, who's only helping him without asking anything in return. Nothing more, nothing
less.

Till will soon regret ever underestimating the insignificant Ivan, because Ivan… was never an
invisible bug.

That night was a weird night.

His father, Urak, who was never there on his birthday, was home. Not only that, they also gave
him a black box wrapped in an exquisite gold ribbon. Till touched the ribbon, feeling the fabric
slightly.

This seems to be genuine gold.

[ Wear that, and come outside. ]

"Yes, father."

After the segyein gone, Till couldn't hold his excitement.

"Father remembers my birthday…"

His smile widened as he mumbles quietly. No, Till shakes his head. He knows segyeins will never
forget anything, their memories are absurdly good. This gift means that the segyein cared about
him—and, by the looks of it, this box seemed to hold an expensive gift.

BATHUMP

BATHUMP

Till was never this excited, even when he received the first gift from Urak. With a heart that beats
louder, Till unwrapped the golden ribbon carefully, before slowly opening the box lid.

And he closed it back as fast as he could.

What… What the hell was that?

Till opened the lid slightly, but the content was still the same. Taking the revealing black lingerie
with slutty frills in one hand, and the matching black collar with silver chain attached to it in
another hand, Till blinked a few times.

"What the hell is this?"

Did father watch some kind of weird show?

Till once again shook his head. Impossible. His father, Urak, is a workaholic to the core. Let alone
watching a show, even scrolling on social media are the things that they abhorred—it wastes their
work time.

Till still decided to wear it obediently, but not forgetting to bring the shakuhachi that he adores.
The long chain attached to his collar being dragged to the spacious living room as Till, with a face
red in shame, walk slowly—trying to hide the pink nipples that was shown through the see through
lingerie, along with the frilly black lace panties that only covered his front, but totally bare his
plump ass.

"Father… I'm here."

From the moment Till walked, his face looked downward. He was too ashamed to be seen like this.
Not to mention he could feel a heated gaze on his body, making him feel uncomfortable.

[ I fulfilled your terms, give me what you promised. ]

"Of course, segyein Urak."

Till twitched as he heard the familiar voice.

The voice of his tool that he always deemed as an insignificant existence.

The voice of the human who always gave him what he needed the most.

The voice of a man who always followed him wherever he went.

Till lifted his face in time to see Ivan handing over a secure silver case to the segyein he called
father, with a satisfied smile on the other's face as he looked at Till through slitted eyes.

"See, Till? What did I tell you?"

A surge of anger filled Till's brain as two private alien guards held both of Till's arms, holding him
securely.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Ah, haha, of course you wouldn't bother to remember."

Ivan walked slowly towards the bound man, still with a smile that made Till want to punch it into a
mess for being so cocky.

"Afterall, aren't I nothing but your insignificant tool?"

Till's eyes bulged in anger as he furiously spit the accursed name. The hand that was holding the
flute he treasured gripped in anger.

"Ivan—!"

STAB

"Ngh—?!"

Till looked at the smiling Ivan that was stabbing him with a syringe in a ridiculous gaze, a partial
disbelief was mixed in his pair of emeralds as his sight blurred. The shakuhachi fell from his
weakened grip, making Till take a glance from the corner of his eyes in panic.

Oh no.

"Sweet dream, my dear."

My… shakuhachi…

The world turned dark as drowsiness took hold of his consciousness.

Till doesn't know for how long he was asleep. It was as if he saw nothing but darkness, like he's in
a state of half conscious and half unconscious—uncomfortable to a fault with a weird itch on his
body.

It's a bed for sure.

Till's fingers twitched, but he couldn't really feel his body. It was there, but it feels like it's just a
mere decoration that was attached to his consciousness.

After some time that felt too long for his liking, Till could finally open his eyes. His blurred sight
still couldn't really see properly, so he tried to blink several times to adjust his gaze.

"You're awake too fast for my liking, honestly."

"Ah?"

In the dim room, he could finally see the source of the voice—Ivan was somehow below him, right
between his crotch that was already bare without those cursed lewd panties.

Wait, bare?
"Wh-what are you—ngh?!"

The fingers that were lubed, thrusting his hole in an abrupt move—making Till throw his head
backwards as a surge of foreign desire took hold of his brain.

H-how could I feel… this way…?

Till was sure that he couldn't feel his entire body, but it was so strange. How could he feel so much
pleasure just from Ivan's fingers? He blinked as he saw that both of his wrists were strapped and
chained to each side of the bed, eyes widened in disbelief, before it morphed into a rage. Looking
back at Ivan, face scowled in displeasure as he spit out words from his gritted teeth.

"What… are you… doing?"

Ivan laughed as he smiled mockingly, looking at Till through slitted eyes. Leaning closer, making
their faces too close for Till's liking, he whispered.

"It seems like you didn't understand your current predicament. I shouldn't expect a thing from the
one who failed the simplest algebra, afterall."

Till wanted to retort, but it was as if Ivan knew what he wanted to do—the fingers on his hole
suddenly moving in a rapid speed, making Till gasped as he curled his toes. Mouth agape, drools
trickled down from the corner of his lips, eyes shook in unfocused haze—it was by then he realized
that not only his hands, his legs were also strapped and tied by the end of the bed.

"I-Ivan—ngh! Ah! Stop—ah! Ngh!"

The chains that bind him rattled in tandem with the lewd squelch of his hole being abused by three
of Ivan's fingers, mixed with the shameful moans that escaped from his wet lips as the sweats
drenched his whole body.

So much pleasure, too much pleasure. It was as if his body couldn't feel anything but the mere
sensation of pleasure that Ivan gave to him. Even as he slowly regained the senses from his body,
he couldn't do anything but balled his fists as he bit his lower lips, squeezing his eyes shut as he
shot the blurry white liquid straight to Ivan's lips and jaws. Ivan stopped for a while, touching the
warm liquid with his other hand.

"You're such a whore for a mere virgin."

Till didn't want to see the bastard that made him like this, so he threw his face sideways—avoiding
the man who's doing nothing but humiliating him to the very base of his whole being.

There was a slurping sound not long after, making Till stunned beyond belief.

No, no way. He wouldn't lick… that, right?

Till still firmly holds his head in the same position, away from the possibility of seeing a
debauched scene of Ivan, not wanting to know that his hypotheses are actually 100% accurate.

"Nope. You couldn't avoid this, my dear."

The fingers that were messing with Till's hole suddenly pulled back, making Till gasped as his
body jolted. Ivan took the chance to grip Till's jaws, tilting his face towards him as he
expressionlessly gave an intense kiss, slipping through the slightly ajar lips, parted it forcefully
with two of his fingers as he slid his tongue in—giving Till the sperm he just shot earlier.
Wait.

Till scrunched his brows in displeasure as he realized one thing.

Did this bastard just insert the fingers he used to wreck my hole?!

And he was so angry for a totally different matter, but nonetheless, he's furious. So he did what he
wanted to do—biting Ivan's tongue and fingers so hard it bled.

"Hm?"

Contrary to his expectation, let alone a flinch, Ivan only looked at him, with a gaze turned playful
as he deepened their kiss. The fingers that were used to pry Till's mouth pulled out as Till started to
feel good. Without a warning, Ivan suddenly bites down Till's tongue, making Till flinch in pain as
he widens his eyes in shock. The kiss was soon broken. Ivan slowly pulled back, leaving a trail of
reddish saliva that was connected through their wounded tongue.

"I never know you're one to fancy pain, truly."

The excess saliva that feels gross was spitted out as Till glares at the smiling bastard in front of
him.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm feeling so ready to mess that face of yours."

"Oh, really?"

Ivan cocked one of his brows, grabbing the shakuhachi that was thrown on the bed. Till's eyes
widened.

"Put it back—no, give it back to me!"

It was as if Ivan couldn't hear his angry demand, or it's just that he simply doesn't care, the tip of
shakuhachi trailed from Till's chest—teasing one of the perky pink nipples that was neglected
without a care.

"Ah—!"

"You said you didn't like pain."

The tip moved downwards, lightly thrust the small hole of Till's navel. The sensation of a dull
pleasure was a little too much, but Till persisted by clenching his jaws to not let a single sound out
of his lips.

"Denying it so aggressively, when your body is saying the opposite."

The tip stopped on the head of Till's leaked cock, circling on it, sliding from the head to the base
repeatedly, going downwards to the rim of his hole.

Till, who was a little dazed from the teasing, immediately sobered up as he felt a dull but quite
sharp shape of the shakuhachi's crown. He looked downward in horror as he tremblingly asked
Ivan,

"Wh-what are you doing…?"

Ivan only responded with an innocent smile.

"Punishing a rebellious child."

He didn't wait, he wouldn't wait any longer—Till rebelliousness is cute, he admitted, but this man
needed to learn that his patience is limited. The moment that stiff and long shakuhachi was thrusted
in his hole, Till's mouth left agape as he widened his eyes.

"N-no—hic! Ngh! Wa—ah!"

Droplet of tears dropped from his eyes as his mouth moaned for mercy, but of course, not only it
didn't make Ivan pity him, it only made the cock in his pants grow. Licking his lips, the black
haired man leaned down to the front of Till's face as he release the cock from the torture of his
tight pants.

"Call my name."

The whispers were like a forbidden nectar, smearing Till's mushy brain with the sweetest tone.
And Till, as if possessed, slowly called the accursed name.

"I…van…"

The poor shakuhachi was flung so fast, Till gasped at the sudden emptiness in his hole. Ivan was
getting impatient as he unwrapped the chain that was holding both of Till's ankles firmly on each
side of the bed. Holding both of Till's thighs upwards, the chain that was dangling on the strapped
ankles rattled, making Till flinch at the sudden noises.

"Fuck, you're such a temptress. Just where did you learn to incite me like this?"

Till could feel the tip of Ivan's hard and hot cock right in front of his hole, rubbing in a teasing
move—making Till go crazy as his brain thought nothing but for Ivan to make a mess out of him.
The balled up fists bulging, chains that binds his arms rattled as his face turned ferociously sexy
from the need of being fucked.

"...—me…"

Ivan leaned closer, smiling in front of Till's reddened face.

"Hm? What is it?"

"Fuck me, fuck me—ah!"

The hole that was terribly empty, was soon filled up to the brim by Ivan's cock—making Till's eyes
turn into a dazed gaze, feeling intoxicated with the pleasure he never thought existed. Ivan
chuckled as he licked the abused lips of the man below him, inciting lewd moans as he thrust
without mercy.

"Why are you so adorable? I could hardly resist breaking you."

The pound was rough and intense, making the bed below them creaked as the sheet crumpled into a
mess. But neither was in the right state of their mind to care. Till screamed as Ivan hit the slight
bump in his rectum, making Ivan pound on it even more until Till let out nothing but dry orgasm.
One hour, three hours, six hours, it was as if Ivan was nothing but an insatiable beast—he kept
pounding into the hole of the man he could only dream of.

It was heavenly, to tame the ferocious tiger into a meek puppy—watching Till as the other slowly
succumb into the pleasure he never feel all his life, making the plea to stop turned into prayer of
more,

Ivan was never more than happy to receive such an obedient pet.

The door of Ivan's exquisite manor slowly opened with a slide of his card, revealing the black
haired man in his stage costume. Cracking his head, he rubbed his nape as he put another hand on
his mouth, yawning exhaustedly.

"Till?"

A rattle of chains could be heard not too far. A heap of fluffy white hair peeked from the sofa,
blinking innocently as he looked at his owner.

Till learned fast on what Ivan liked him to do, so he walked towards Ivan, with both ankles and
wrists strapped in a black strap that matches with his black dog collar, chains attached to them that
clattered on the marbled floor. Hugging Ivan, he snuggled one side of his cheek on the other's chest
—looking at Ivan with a loving gaze.

"Welcome home…"

Ivan chuckled happily as he wrapped his arms on the other's bare waist, giving a small peck to
reward the obedient boy.

"Did you forget what to call me?"

Till blushes, eyes darted everywhere, before he stuttered an embarrassing name quietly.

"Welcome home… m-master…"

"Good boy."

Ivan rubbed Till's hair, making Till unconsciously lift his face, trying to chase that hand and
demand more pats. Ivan suddenly grasped both of Till's face, Till could only look at his owner
confusingly. Ivan smiled, eyes turned crescent as he ordered.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

And Till could never resist.

His consciousness is there, along with his logic. But Ivan already trained all of his body, including
the way of his thought, to obey him.

There was never an option of resistance.

As he closed his eyes and stuck his tongue, Till thought happily.

I wonder, what will he make me do today?

 NOTE:

- Segyein → pet-human in ALNST world each have their owner. Their owner is a high alien called
segyein. Segyein usually have a considerably massive assets and influence, not all alien could be a
segyein. Imagine they're a noble in the human world. Till's segyein is Urak.

- Shakuhachi → A recorder (flute) that was commonly used by Japanese elementary grade
students.

Shakuhachi

End Notes
 I'm late by a day but how the hell I was supposed to write a 3.2k words of fic in less than a
day?! ALNST really need to chill and give us a warning before dropping Till's birthday like
that!

I still love ALNST though, cries.

I hope you enjoyed this as much as I do. Adios~

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