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stormatdusk.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2006-10-21 03:33 pm
Ficlet: Joey
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stormatdusk
Word count: 735
Rating: Adult
Warning: non-con. but trust me.
He staggered to the edge of the pond and dropped to his knees.
Richie was dead. He'd killed Richie. Hell, he'd killed them all.
Opening exhausted eyes, he stared down at their blood on his shirt, on
his skin. Suddenly he felt himself careening back in time, to another
life, a long-dead persona.
What was that pulsing through his veins. Shock? Fear? Relief? Or
maybe, just maybe, excitement?
Fuck.
How the hell did he ever think it would work to deny himself, his
nature, as he'd tried to do all these years?
Well, no more. The past few minutes had slammed the truth back in his
face. This is what he was born to, what he was made for. He threw
back his head and laughed, finally giving up the pretense, casting off
the yoke of respectability.
Joey was back.
A movement caught his eye. Crouching, he watched a gleaming black
Bentley enter the grounds and wind its way up to the huge garage.
Joey sneered to himself. Ritchie had always been into cars, the
showier the better. Trying to make up for his lack of balls, no doubt.
The driver didn't see Joey. But he sure as hell noticed the driver.
Dark curls, young. Pretty. Joey's lips curled in a wicked grin.
It had been too fucking long.
When he reached the garage, the driver was bent over, polishing the
chrome around a headlight. He must've just taken the car to be
washed. Joey felt his cock jump, his mouth water.
The kid never saw him coming. Joey slammed him onto the hood of the
Bentley, driving the breath from him.
"What the..!" the younger man gasped.
He wrenched the kid's shirt out of his pants and up, leaving
handprints in blood on the crisp white cotton and exposing a tanned,
smooth back. Trapping the slim hips with his own, Joey's iron grip
pinned the driver's neck against the hood, still warm from the engine.
He bent and lewdly dragged his tongue up the long expanse of exposed
skin.
"You'd better get out of here!" the terrified man tried to arch away.
"Mr. Cusack's got security people – "
"I'm wearing their blood, kid," Joey murmured. He reached around to
tear open the younger man's belt and zipper, and jerked the uniform
down over his buttocks.
"Oh, God," the driver panicked. "Please don't do this!"
Joey kicked his knees apart and brutally drove two fingers into the
younger man, shoving and twisting, thrilling at the anguished cry of
pain and surprise. Joey's cock surged, wanting into the helpless body
beneath him.
He removed his fingers and replaced them with his aching shaft,
pushing slowly, relentlessly into the tight heat. The driver moaned
against the car, fingers twitching in a useless bid for escape.
Fully ensheathed, the reborn mobster stilled, leaning over his
beautiful victim. He slid a blood-stained hand through his dark hair,
tangling the curls around his fingers in another declaration of control.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he growled. "I'll make sure you get off,
too." He punctuated his promise with a sharp bite to the driver's
throat, tearing another cry of protest from his victim.
Joey reared back and plunged into the tight channel. He set a brutal
pace, unwilling to deny his long-repressed nature for even another
minute. The panting and soft cries of his conquest only spurred him
on. He reached under the overwhelmed man pinned beneath him and
grasped the reluctant cock, forcing him to hardness.
"No, no – please…" the dark-haired man begged, breath catching as his
body unwillingly responded. Joey took the challenge, snapping his
hips against the smooth ass, feeding off the younger man's desperate
thrashing. Long minutes passed; Joey grew stronger with each violent
thrust.
"Do it, pretty boy," he snarled to his victim. The driver wailed as
his body tensed and his cock spurted on the expensive car. Animal
instincts in command, Joey grunted as he shoved in fully and then
froze, pouring his seed into younger man.
Both men lay panting for several long moments, before the younger man
lifted his head and turned to face his attacker.
"God, that was hot!" Orlando beamed. "You weren't kidding when you
said to prep well!" He giggled. "We don't have to wait till next
birthday to do it again, do we, 'Joey'?"
Viggo grinned at his glowing lover, and kissed him until his straining
lungs forced their parting.
"Best birthday fantasy ever, baby," he breathed to his lover, stroking
his face with tender fingers. "Thank you."
end.
stormatduskWord count: 735
Rating: Adult
Warning: non-con. but trust me.
He staggered to the edge of the pond and dropped to his knees.
Richie was dead. He'd killed Richie. Hell, he'd killed them all.
Opening exhausted eyes, he stared down at their blood on his shirt, on
his skin. Suddenly he felt himself careening back in time, to another
life, a long-dead persona.
What was that pulsing through his veins. Shock? Fear? Relief? Or
maybe, just maybe, excitement?
Fuck.
How the hell did he ever think it would work to deny himself, his
nature, as he'd tried to do all these years?
Well, no more. The past few minutes had slammed the truth back in his
face. This is what he was born to, what he was made for. He threw
back his head and laughed, finally giving up the pretense, casting off
the yoke of respectability.
Joey was back.
A movement caught his eye. Crouching, he watched a gleaming black
Bentley enter the grounds and wind its way up to the huge garage.
Joey sneered to himself. Ritchie had always been into cars, the
showier the better. Trying to make up for his lack of balls, no doubt.
The driver didn't see Joey. But he sure as hell noticed the driver.
Dark curls, young. Pretty. Joey's lips curled in a wicked grin.
It had been too fucking long.
When he reached the garage, the driver was bent over, polishing the
chrome around a headlight. He must've just taken the car to be
washed. Joey felt his cock jump, his mouth water.
The kid never saw him coming. Joey slammed him onto the hood of the
Bentley, driving the breath from him.
"What the..!" the younger man gasped.
He wrenched the kid's shirt out of his pants and up, leaving
handprints in blood on the crisp white cotton and exposing a tanned,
smooth back. Trapping the slim hips with his own, Joey's iron grip
pinned the driver's neck against the hood, still warm from the engine.
He bent and lewdly dragged his tongue up the long expanse of exposed
skin.
"You'd better get out of here!" the terrified man tried to arch away.
"Mr. Cusack's got security people – "
"I'm wearing their blood, kid," Joey murmured. He reached around to
tear open the younger man's belt and zipper, and jerked the uniform
down over his buttocks.
"Oh, God," the driver panicked. "Please don't do this!"
Joey kicked his knees apart and brutally drove two fingers into the
younger man, shoving and twisting, thrilling at the anguished cry of
pain and surprise. Joey's cock surged, wanting into the helpless body
beneath him.
He removed his fingers and replaced them with his aching shaft,
pushing slowly, relentlessly into the tight heat. The driver moaned
against the car, fingers twitching in a useless bid for escape.
Fully ensheathed, the reborn mobster stilled, leaning over his
beautiful victim. He slid a blood-stained hand through his dark hair,
tangling the curls around his fingers in another declaration of control.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he growled. "I'll make sure you get off,
too." He punctuated his promise with a sharp bite to the driver's
throat, tearing another cry of protest from his victim.
Joey reared back and plunged into the tight channel. He set a brutal
pace, unwilling to deny his long-repressed nature for even another
minute. The panting and soft cries of his conquest only spurred him
on. He reached under the overwhelmed man pinned beneath him and
grasped the reluctant cock, forcing him to hardness.
"No, no – please…" the dark-haired man begged, breath catching as his
body unwillingly responded. Joey took the challenge, snapping his
hips against the smooth ass, feeding off the younger man's desperate
thrashing. Long minutes passed; Joey grew stronger with each violent
thrust.
"Do it, pretty boy," he snarled to his victim. The driver wailed as
his body tensed and his cock spurted on the expensive car. Animal
instincts in command, Joey grunted as he shoved in fully and then
froze, pouring his seed into younger man.
Both men lay panting for several long moments, before the younger man
lifted his head and turned to face his attacker.
"God, that was hot!" Orlando beamed. "You weren't kidding when you
said to prep well!" He giggled. "We don't have to wait till next
birthday to do it again, do we, 'Joey'?"
Viggo grinned at his glowing lover, and kissed him until his straining
lungs forced their parting.
"Best birthday fantasy ever, baby," he breathed to his lover, stroking
his face with tender fingers. "Thank you."
end.
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