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Tim took a breath in the bathroom. The people at the gala really hit one of his nerves today. Especially with those Phantom touches he felt for the last 3 months. Sometimes he even felt someone breath cold air into his neck, but everytime he turned around to look, there was nothing.
He leaned forward on the bathroom sink and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked tired even with all the makeup hiding it. His suit was still in order and his hair done perfectly.
No one else was currently in the bathroom, so imagine his surprise when he felt his pants being pulled down. Especially since no one was in the mirror. Before he could do anything, his waist was grabbed by the same Phantom touch and a cock entered his ass, causing Tim to cry out in pain.
"Aaagh! Who!?" Tim exclaimed before he felt the cock start to thrust into him and Tim couldn't help but moan, as he was pushed forward against the sink cupboard.
There was groaning in pleasure from the other party. That he now only got glimpses of, as the pleasure of sex took ahold of him. It was a fucking person!? But he checked everything! The cameras, the- the heat vision.... The....
"What- Please- Who?" Tim asked between moans and panting.
It was still brutal sex, but it got better. Especially when the vibration started, god he hated how good this felt. How the hell did he miss this glowing teenager? He was so bright.
The unknown meta continued now faster than before with a menacing grin. "You sound lovely when you beg like this"
"Please who are you?" Tim pleaded while panting, as he held fiercely onto sink cupboard.
"Later, first fun time" He responded before groaning once more.
Tim let out a whine before moaning again. It wasn't long until he himself was hard and came, but who ever this bastard was didn't stop not even when he started coming. So Tim was more exhausted and overstimulated then ever afterwards.
"There there bird boy. I will bring you home" Tim could hear his voice faintly as he was held in the guy's arms.
He cursed his exhaustion for not letting him fight back. Tim didn't want to be kidnapped again, though he couldn't help but fall asleep.
Why were his legs and ass aching? Was the first thing he thought when he woke up. Tim took stock of his surroundings. He was in his own bed in his apartment. When had he put his pajamas on?
Oh. Oh fuck!? Someone raped him at the gala. Tim's eyes widened and looked around more frantically. The same Phantom touch stalker, that everyone including himself was convinced was an hallucination. There was no signs of his presence each time he appeared, other than the colder than usual touch.
Tim jumped out of bed only to stumble to the floor. "God damn it"
"Need help?"
Tim stiffens and looks up and around, but again there was nothing. "Show yourself coward!"
"As feisty as ever I see" He responded sounding far to pleased.
"Who are you?" Tim asked looking around him as he got up onto his legs.
"Name's Phantom"
Tim scoffed disbelievingly. "As if, give me your real name"
"Phantom is part of my real name though"
"Then give me your full name" Tim demanded.
"You know, being this cute makes me want to ruin you all over again" Tim could feel him tilting his chin up.
He tried in response to punch the air in front of him. In hope of hitting Phantom, but hit nothing. "Fuck off"
"It's truly sad how low of stamina you have. I really thought you would have lasted longer with how confident you betrayed yourself towards others" Phantom suddenly kissed Tim, he could do nothing but flail around in hopes of pushing him away.
"Did I hurt your pride, bird boy?" Phantom questioned condescendingly.
Tim tensed up even more, while trying and failing to find where Phantom was.
"The untouchable Red Robin suddenly oh so compromised. I wonder what you will tell the others of your little family cult" Phantom taunted.
"Shut up!" Tim exclaimed annoyed.
"Cute" Phantom repeated smugly.
"What do you want from me?" Tim asked sternly, still trying to spot him. "You have been stalking me for 3 whole months. What's your end goal?"
His inquiry was meet with silence and he wasn't touching him anymore.
"Phantom?" Tim asked suspiciously, awaiting a sneak attack that never came.
Tim breathes out in relief and slowly made his way towards his computer. He check the gala cameras and again there were no signs of Phantom's presence anywhere. Tim even rechecked himself for finger prints. There was nothing, but his aching asshole.