Bloodsoaked in the Moonlight Chapter 1

Summary: What if Daryl really lost it on someone, the way Rick lost it on the Claimers?

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Daryl Dixon was no stranger to rape.

He'd had it all done to him in his life. He'd not just been beaten by his father. He'd been neglected. Will Dixon had left his son at the mercy of any kind of worthless shit in his lifetime. Yeah, he knew the feel of a steel belt buckle across his back. He knew the feel of a cane, switches, leather...you name it.

The worst feel was a calloused hand of a “family friend” gently caressing down his back as he pushed his dick into Daryl's ass, telling him it was ok. Old men and boys were supposed to do it. That if Daryl wanted to eat his food, use his hot water to shower, or simply escape the beatings and the constant put downs, he'd play along.

Daryl knew it was all bullshit, even at 12, that it was sick and wrong. He'd taken a knife to the dirty old fucker’s balls as he slept, making sure he could never hurt him, or any other boy, again. Of course, when he told his dad what the man did, he got a beating, the worst of his life that far, and called a faggot.

Daryl also knew the shame of being whored out to older women. Men weren't the only sickos out there. He knew the feel of a 55 year old woman coming into his room when he was 13 and forcing an erection on him, forcing him to lay there while she rode him till she got off, all on the threat she'd tell his daddy if he didn't do right because she'd paid for the access to him. He knew the shame of his daddy handing him $5, his measly cut for having been abused by an old lady.

Daryl knew abuse all too well. When the men came he knew what he'd face at their hands. He dreaded it but he was also prepared. He knew how to shut down, lock it away. Sasha Williams, on the other hand, didn't. According to the way she talked about her Dad, she’d enjoyed a good upbringing. She'd been raised by a decent man who'd loved and protected her, like a good father should.

“They're gonna hurt me, ain't they?”

Sasha wasn't stupid, and besides, it didn't take a genius to figure these guys out. The way they leered at them. The way they licked their lips.

“Both of us, probably,” Daryl said.

Sasha looked shocked. It hadn't occurred to her that a man would get raped, too. She audibly swallowed and started to tug at her restraints, panicking. The sun was going down but she was visibly ashen with fear.

The talk between the men was open and honest, which set Daryl's teeth on edge. They were talking about resources and their group as though they didn't fear that either Daryl or Sasha would escape and bring trouble. They didn't plan to allow them to live.

“Four of them,” Sasha whispered. “Maybe we could-”

“I'm tied too tight,” Daryl whispered back. “You too. They'd shoot us down before we could take one-”

“Well, look here, boys. I think they're plotting against us.”

Daryl looked up at the guy in charge. Straw blond hair and bottle green eyes. When he smiled he had all his teeth. Even and white, like he was obsessed with dental hygiene. In his head Daryl was calling him Teeth.

“Let’s look him over, boys,” Teeth said.

A couple of his guys came over and hauled him to his feet. They shoved him toward the fire so hard he damn near lost his balance and tipped in, which pissed Teeth off.

“Careful you morons! We don’t wanna scar his handsome face, do we?”

He looked back at Sasha, held eye contact with her while he ran his hand down Daryl’s back and then took a firm grip of one of Daryl’s ass cheeks.

“Leave him alone!”

“Your boyfriend?” Teeth asked, sneering obnoxiously. “Ain’t that sweet?”

He came to Sasha and knelt down before her. He reached out and stroked the side of her face, laughing when her head hit the tree behind her as she tried to avoid his touch.

“This world does things to people,” Teeth said. “It makes you wild. Vicious.”

“Only if you let it,” Sasha said. “It hasn’t made me that way.”

He smiled again and leaned in until he was so close she could barely focus on her. “It’s about to.”

He moved swiftly, agile as a cat, moving to sit beside Sasha with a hunting knife made for gutting deer pointing right at her belly.

“Untie him. Strip him. He tries anything, his girlfriend gets to watch her guts spill out on to her lap.”

Daryl watched tears spill down Sasha’s face and drop into her shirt. She wasn’t used to abuse. He was. He could compartmentalize it. He could take it. He didn’t think she could. He was sure this night would break her.

As soon as Daryl was naked he stood there, still, bathed in the light of the fire, his face flushed with disgust and anger as the men around him catcalled.

“Come on, Seb,” Teeth said. “You don’t like dick. Sit with the girl. Make sure he stays in line while I have my fun.”

One of the men broke away from the group. He didn’t like men yet he had an erection pressing against his jeans, just like the others. Just like Teeth. He was standing in front of Daryl now, looking him up down from head to toe before walking around him.

“Your name?”

“Shane,” Daryl lied. He didn’t wanna hear his name on this asshole’s lips.

“Shane. I’ll bet you’ve got a dick on you, don’t you, Shane?” said Teeth. “And a hell of a body. Scars. Looks like you’ve been through some shit in your lifetime. We all have.”

He reached out, stroked his hand over Daryl’s dick, rubbed at it until friction forced a response against Daryl’s will. He hardened, garnering moans of approval from the other three men. When Daryl looked back at Sasha, Seb was rubbing one of her tits and kissing on her neck.

“Leave her be,” Daryl said. “Do whatever you’re gonna do to me, but—”

“We’ll do whatever we wanna do to her, too, Shane. We’re gonna have fun with you both.”

Shame filled Sasha’s face and Daryl knew he didn’t have a choice. He was gonna have to fight. He was gonna have to let them get their guard down and then fight. Teeth had a second knife, not as big as the one Seb was using to hold on Sasha, but it would do. It looked good and sharp.

“I get first taste,” Teeth said, dropping to his knees to take Daryl’s long, thick shaft into his mouth. “Oh, Shane, my man,” Teeth cooed. “You taste sweet as a fresh Georgia peach.”

The other men were laughing now, undoing their jeans to stroke themselves while Daryl blinked back tears of humiliation. Seb was getting aggressive with Sasha, running his hand under her shirt. She struggled as much as she dared with that knife at her gut, but he wasn’t leaving her a lot of room to wiggle free.

“You like it, don’t you big boy?” Teeth was saying. “A wet mouth is a wet mouth, am I right?”

“Fuck you.”

“No, it’s gonna be fuck you,” Teeth retorted. “I’m gonna put you on your knees and ram my dick right up that dry asshole of yours. You think you’ve felt pain? I’ll give you pain.”

Daryl reached out and stroked Teeth’s hair once he took Daryl’s dick back into his mouth. This earned him grunts of approval from the other men.

“You’re a big sonofabitch,” one of the others said.

“All his bullshit talk and look,” another said. “He fucking loves getting his cock sucked by another dude.”

They were all ignoring Sasha’s whimpers and pleas for Seb leave her be. He was pushing a hand down her jeans, now, rubbing, and she was trying hard to move away, openly crying, begging him to stop.

“I’m just getting started, bitch. You’ll get wet once I’m in there,” he said, resuming his assault on her neck with disgustingly sloppy kisses.

Daryl had to move fast, without mercy, if he wanted to win this fight. He gave a hard thrust of his hips, making Teeth gag and fall back, his face contorted with pain, his eyes watering, from having a big stiff cock hit the back of his throat so forcefully. That’s when Daryl made his move. He grabbed the knife from Teeth’s boot and grabbed the nearest man. He drove the knife into his neck. There was a look of fear, shock, and pain on his face before he fell.

Teeth tried to move since Seb wasn’t yet aware of what all was going on, he was so focused on Sasha. Daryl gripped him by the hair and yanked his skinny ass to his feet before he turned him around and pressed Teeth against his body and put the knife to his throat. Seb finally looked up, shocked to see this turn of events. The other man had his gun out now but he didn’t know what to do.

“I’ll gut her,” Seb said, digging the knife into Sasha’s belly.

“I’ll slit his throat,” Daryl countered. “Tell him to let her go.”

“You’ll kill me as soon as he does,” Teeth said.

“I’ll spare you,” Daryl said.

“No fucking way!”

“We’re at a stalemate, then,” the other man said.

Not quite.

Daryl pressed the knife hard to Teeth’s throat before using his other hand to yank the gun from Teeth’s holster. He shot one round off, taking out the other man on the other side of the fire. He took aim at Seb, who held the hunting knife to Sasha’s stomach with a trembling hand. Blood soaked her shirt and Sasha was sweating.

“You wanna live, Seb?” Daryl said. “Throw your gun across the camp, then put the knife down and run. This is your only chance. I can blow your head off before you can cut her and you know it. You do as I say, I’ll throw this gun away and let you run.”

“Don’t you do it, Seb!” Teeth shouted, trying to sound commanding, but Seb wasn’t gonna risk his life for anybody. Not even one of his group.

Seb tossed his gun away but kept the knife at Sasha’s stomach. Daryl returned the favor, throwing Teeth’s gun down, out of reach, so Seb had a chance to run without getting shot in the back.

“Seb, you piece of shit!” Teeth screamed, as Seb ran away, disappearing into the dark.

Those were Teeth’s last words. Daryl pulled the knife across his neck so hard he damn near took the guy's head off. He let the body drop to the ground before he cut the ropes binding Sasha’s hands.

“Where are you going?” Sasha screamed.

“To get that asshole!”

Daryl, completely naked and barefoot, too off into the night, heading for the sobbing man who now fled for his life.

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