fellowshippers | [Twisted Triangle, Plus One. NC17. DM/BB/ofc/EW.]

Title, Twisted Triangle, Plus One (4/7)
Author, boxcarglamour
Rating/Warnings, NC17/Slash, HetSex, Rape, NonCon.
Pairing(s), DM/BB, DM/ofc, DM/BB/ofc, DM/BB/EW, EW/ofc
Summary, Elijah tries to take out a factor in the equation.
Feedback, Like a crack whore.
Disclaimer, I'm such a blasphemer and my pants are so on fire.
Author's Note(s), The reason I ended up writing this fic really comes out in the following parts. Parts three and five are really graphic, six, not so much. But I had this is my head and I figured it needed background before I jumped into it. Oi, stupid muse. --- Also, many thanks for the feedback in the last section. You guys totally boosted my spirits. :)
Previous, one, two, three

Elijah had found himself sneaking into the bedroom and hiding in the closet. It was Dom’s closet, so it was rarely used. Especially after sex. He’d sneak out when they were all sleeping, curled into each other. He hated how close Dom slept to Lena. He should be there. More than once he had stopped to glare at the girl, debating moving her so that he could slide under Dom’s body and curl against the older boy. He never went through with it, just left silently. It was always, next time.

And the next time he got caught off guard. He had gone to the apartment, but when he knocked, Lena answered the door. She was giggling, a hand covering her mouth. Her eyes were alit with a mischievous fire. Elijah hated her so much in that instant.

“Hey, ‘Lij!” She was always so bubbly, so happy to see him. Did she have any clue how much he hated her? Probably not. Elijah was a good actor. He had years of practice.

“Er, hey, Lena. Is Dom around?”

She moved aside so that he could enter the apartment. He stared at her for a minute before taking a cautious step inside.

“Nope. He went out with Billy for lunch.”

”Why didn’t you go?”

”They were going for sushi. Not my favorite. So I opted to stay in and make a sandwich.”

Elijah smiled a little, moving nervously on the balls of his feet. He inhaled a deep breath before running his hands along his thighs and looked around the apartment.

“You thirsty? Want something to drink?”

”Nah, I’m good.”

“You’re more than welcome to hang around,” Elijah watched her as she moved towards the kitchen. “I’m not sure when they’ll be back though. They can take hours when they go out together.” Elijah’s eyes narrowed. Hours, huh? A flash and then he shut his eyes before tipping his head downward. “I was just playing Vice City.”

She was already moving towards the bedroom, a glass of lemonade in hand. He just stared at her as she moved. He hated her. He hated her so much. He wasn’t sure why, but he almost stalked after her.

Then he was in the bedroom. And all the memories came flooding back to him. The nights that he had watched Lena and Dom fucking. The nights that Billy had joined in. The nights that Billy and Dom had fucked and how much Elijah wanted to be between them. But mostly, he just wanted to take Lena’s place. She had everything he wanted. And he wanted to take that away from her. He wanted to take that away from Dominic. Maybe then, just maybe, Dominic and Billy would invite them to play in their fuck games instead of Lena. If only he could take her out of the equation. Yes, that would be perfect. Even if the others didn’t invite him, at least she wouldn’t be part of the games either.

She was already moving back to her spot on the bed, the controller in hand. “We can switch to another game. Two players, if you want. Although I suck at this game, so you could play.”

Elijah wasn’t listening. Instead, his eyes were moving around the room, searching out the only two things he needed. He found them nestled against the pillow and bed stand. He allowed himself the slightest smile before he moved to retrieve them. “Nah, it’s okay.”

She wasn’t looking at him when he moved towards the edge of the bed. His eyes were glistening, dark when he was standing next to her, and then in front of her. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, playful. “Are you trying to make me crash, ‘Lij?” A laugh, soft and girly. It made me scowl.

“Something like that.”

He was pushing her backwards the on the bed. His hips pressed against hers, not letting her move. The black fabric was wrapping around her wrists, he wasn’t aware he of how tightly he was wrapping it, but then, he didn’t really care. The second, matching piece of fabric was shoved into her mouth, and then tied around her head, to keep her from talking, from screaming. He didn’t want to hear her voice.

“Shut the fuck up!” He screamed at her when she started crying, when she started twisting, trying to get away from him. “Stop moving!” He didn’t really care if she did or not. He imagined it was going to hurt her a lot worse then it was going to hurt him, so she could move all she wanted. It just is more painful for her. Oh, well.

One hand was holding her stomach down against the bed. The other was ripping away the boxers that she wore. He never even thought that they might be Dominic’s or Billy’s for that matter. He just wanted them off. The dirty things. Then his pants were around his ankles. He moved over her, spreading her legs with two quick slaps against the skin.

He slammed into her without much preparation. Well, without much anything. He was only half-hard, but that didn’t matter to him. What mattered was taking her out of the equation.

She was crying, sobbing, really. Her entire body was shaking. Her hands, although bound, were trying to push at Elijah, to get him off of her. He just smacked them away then smacked her face. Hard. More tears, but at least she was silent now.

When Elijah came, it was probably one of the weakest orgasms of his life. He pulled out just in time, squirting the creamy liquid over her stomach and thighs before using the torn boxers to wipe himself off and then threw them at her. She turned her head, not wanting to look at him.

“You’re a fucking whore, Lena. Always were. And when Dominic realizes it, you’ll be back on the street.”

He was already pulling his pants up, buckling them. She rolled onto her side, pulling her legs close to her body, eyes closing tightly as she cried. Elijah didn’t bother to remove the bonds as he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

[xposted: boxcarglamour fellow_shippers dombillijah]