Different Colours Made of Tears - HITTER
Author: kitty69lover
Rating: NC-17.
Warning: non-con BDSM of sorts. eep!
Category: drama
Characters: Bojan Krkic / Gerard Pique. mentions of Fabrique *gags*
Length: hitter
Summary: Gerard never imagined Bojan would punish him for breaking up with him..
Disclaimer: initially only in my head; too much to contain it all, so it spilled on the webpage....
Authors Notes:this is something i started writing so long ago [like in April] because i was raging over Fabrique [and mainly Cesc] ruining my OTP. i only managed to finish it today, with help from Velvet Underground - Venus in Furs and Tool - Prison Sex. some of the lyrics are directly quoted, some simply distorted to fit the phrase.
Different colours made of tears
When he began to wake up, his whole body was already aching. His arms, contorted in an upright position, hands tied together and hanging from the ceiling. He was blindfolded and gagged, but even in his sorry state, he could tell he was naked. He was standing, more like dangling by his outstretched arms, his feet barely touching the ground. The tension and the pain in his shoulders was almost making him nauseous.
He gulped down hard, fear creeping up his spine. He began to remember being rendered unconscious as he had struggled with his aggressor, or aggressors, and the frightening thought of being kidnapped and tortured crossed his mind.
He didn't know how long he had been like this, but he began to count the seconds passing since he had become conscious, just to take his mind off the pain.
It wasn't chilly in the room, but the moment he heard noises of someone entering the room, a cold took over him, making him shiver in his binds.
He felt the other person nearing and retreated, as much as he could. He felt a hand on him running up and down his torso.
“I bet you never imagined I would do it....” the familiar voice of his former lover spoke low, with a sort of fury in his voice.
“For all the times I took it, it is time for you to pay up.”
Bojan pinched and then twisted Gerard's nipple. Gerard winced in pain, grimacing.
“That's nothing.”
He felt and heard Bojan take a few steps away. He felt horrible. He knew he had treated his ex badly, that he had betrayed him and ruined his innocence, but never once did he imagine he had it coming, that Bojan would do anything vengeful against him.
Instead of easing his mind that it wasn't some sick twisted pervert that had tied him naked and was about to play with him, but his former lover, he grew even more scared. Because even if Bojan had never shown any kind of malice, he knew very well how hurt the younger boy had been when they had broken up...
His train of thoughts was interrupted by a flash of pain across his back. He growled, and pulled at his restraints.
“Stop being such a pussy.”
He felt Bojan's hand on his torso again, caressing his abs affectionately almost, and then he felt his former lover's mouth on his nipple. The tip of the whip caressed his back all the way down and Gerard couldn't help but feel aroused.
“There you go....”
He hated it, that his body was so weak.
Bojan was ready to both inflict pain on Gerard and offer him pleasure. He wanted to humiliate his former lover and show him what exactly he was missing. And punish him for destroying all that, of course. He caressed his face, his cheeks, tenderly, before slapping him as hard as he could.
“I loved you.” he said, his voice flat, unemotional.
He then pulled the blindfold off.
“I want you to see what I'm doing to you, I want you to go through the whole experience, and remember it.”
Gerard opened his eyes slowly and met Bojan's, below. He was wearing only leather shorts and was holding a whip. He could not believe this was happening. Bojan was looking cruel, merciless, as he weighted the whip in his hands.
“I know what you must think right now.” he said, looking Gerard in the eye. “That this is going to end soon, that once I see your bright blue eyes, I'll realise I'm doing something insane and end this.”
Gerard was tempted to nod. He had known for a while what kind of power his eyes had over whoever he chose to look at, he could fascinate and hypnotize men and women alike. But this time, something told him that it wouldn't work.
“If that crossed your mind, you couldn't be more wrong. Right now, seeing your eyes horrifies me, for they have lied to me for so long. Right now, seeing your innocent sky blue eyes makes me boil with fury, for you have manipulated me throughout our relationship. Your eyes just remind me how much I loved you and trusted you, how much I gave you and how much you took from me.”
The whip bit, and Gerard closed his eyes, pain spreading in his body.
“I want to extinguish the light in your eyes, bebe, like you did in mine, I want to hurt you, like you hurt me.”
Gerard was too afraid to look at Bojan now, especially when he whipped him again, he was afraid to see the insanity, the malice in his eyes. He refused to see Bojan like that.
Green eyes, never trust green eyes, the old saying went and Gerard bit his lip trying not to scream in pain.
The whip was nothing though, compared to the pain he felt spreading from his shoulders, contorted and sore. In fact, the whip's caress just helped him take his mind off the feeling in his upper body.
“I loved you. And you used me. Now I'm going to use you.” Bojan said, raising the whip and lashing it against Gerard's torso.
The whipping resumed, more vigorous at first, against his chest, against his back, against his buttocks, against his thighs, Bojan danced madly around him as he unleashed his fury, hitting with all his might.
“I loved you, I gave you everything, and you took it and then just left! How could you? How could you!” came his cries, filling Gerard's spinning head with more and more hurt.
He knew he wasn't allowed to talk, to say anything in his defence, that it was Bojan's dance and his party, his way to getting even, getting cleansed. And maybe Bojan was right, maybe he had been a bastard to him, maybe he deserved this, the merciless beating he was getting.
“Come on Gerard, bleed for me!” came a yell from his right as the whip marked his face with a thin crimson line.
That had crossed the line, Gerard could feel it, he could feel it in Bojan's sudden pause, he could feel the boy close to him, his bodyheat radiating towards him. He didn't want to open his eyes.
A hand clenched his jaw, tightly.
“Open your eyes, Gerard. Geri. I said I wanted you to see this.”
The grip tightened and for ending this as soon as possible alone, Gerard opened his eyes, tentatively.
“Look at me!” Bojan demanded.
And blue eyes locked with the green and Gerard saw how small and tired and devastated and pained Bojan looked. How he himself hated doing this. Tears were streaming down his face, tears of remorse for allowing himself to turn into a monster, Gerard thought.
He started crying too, awaiting release from his binds, ready to give and receive absolution. Bojan stepped away and pressing a lever, released Gerard from the hook holding him upright. The blond collapsed with a thud. He knew it would be over, that it was over. That everything was going to be over.
But feeling Bojan close to him again, fresh fear, real fear crept in him. On all fours, head down and hands bound behind his back, Gerard understood in a flash what was coming for him. He felt Bojan's hand on his back and his dick pressing against his hole, he felt the burn of dry penetration, the pain erupted in him as Bojan advanced and even gagged, his whimpers were loud enough.
“It was time for me to have you, Geri.”
The use of the diminutive crushed Gerard the most, reminding him of happier times, of their days of plans and of glory of love, of the days before he went away, the days before...
He tried to concentrate on anything else, to shut down the pain, to ignore that he was being speared mercilessly by a boy he could've never imagined would be so cruel. Tears mixed with the blood on his face pooled on the floor, as Bojan fucked him hard, careless of anything else but his own release.
It was more than pain that he felt in his throbbing cock, as Bojan kept hitting his prostrate, swollen and useless as he could not touch it, it just oozed, unattended. He felt Bojan come, he felt filled up and then the cock retracting.
He fell to the side, eyes shut in terror of what may still come. But it was only Bojan's fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking him to his painful and grunted orgasm.
Bojan rose to his feet and cleaned himself with a towel. He looked at the mess of pink flesh on the floor, bloodied and shivering.
“You look so precious.” he said, his words striking Gerard, killing all hope that he could ever look at Bojan the same way.
“He will find you. I hope you two can still be happy together after this.”
Gerard moaned as loudly as the gag allowed him and retreated in the silence only Bojan's steps away from the room broke. His body ached, but more so his soul. It was over, finally and he had survived.
But his world was shattered, just as Bojan's. He had killed everything that was nice between them and then had killed the boy's soul. There was only one feeling that bubbled in his chest now, almost suffocating him, and it wasn't anger or disgust, but guilt, immense guilt.
And there was no release from that.
Rating: NC-17.
Warning: non-con BDSM of sorts. eep!
Category: drama
Characters: Bojan Krkic / Gerard Pique. mentions of Fabrique *gags*
Length: hitter
Summary: Gerard never imagined Bojan would punish him for breaking up with him..
Disclaimer: initially only in my head; too much to contain it all, so it spilled on the webpage....
Authors Notes:this is something i started writing so long ago [like in April] because i was raging over Fabrique [and mainly Cesc] ruining my OTP. i only managed to finish it today, with help from Velvet Underground - Venus in Furs and Tool - Prison Sex. some of the lyrics are directly quoted, some simply distorted to fit the phrase.
Different colours made of tears
When he began to wake up, his whole body was already aching. His arms, contorted in an upright position, hands tied together and hanging from the ceiling. He was blindfolded and gagged, but even in his sorry state, he could tell he was naked. He was standing, more like dangling by his outstretched arms, his feet barely touching the ground. The tension and the pain in his shoulders was almost making him nauseous.
He gulped down hard, fear creeping up his spine. He began to remember being rendered unconscious as he had struggled with his aggressor, or aggressors, and the frightening thought of being kidnapped and tortured crossed his mind.
He didn't know how long he had been like this, but he began to count the seconds passing since he had become conscious, just to take his mind off the pain.
It wasn't chilly in the room, but the moment he heard noises of someone entering the room, a cold took over him, making him shiver in his binds.
He felt the other person nearing and retreated, as much as he could. He felt a hand on him running up and down his torso.
“I bet you never imagined I would do it....” the familiar voice of his former lover spoke low, with a sort of fury in his voice.
“For all the times I took it, it is time for you to pay up.”
Bojan pinched and then twisted Gerard's nipple. Gerard winced in pain, grimacing.
“That's nothing.”
He felt and heard Bojan take a few steps away. He felt horrible. He knew he had treated his ex badly, that he had betrayed him and ruined his innocence, but never once did he imagine he had it coming, that Bojan would do anything vengeful against him.
Instead of easing his mind that it wasn't some sick twisted pervert that had tied him naked and was about to play with him, but his former lover, he grew even more scared. Because even if Bojan had never shown any kind of malice, he knew very well how hurt the younger boy had been when they had broken up...
His train of thoughts was interrupted by a flash of pain across his back. He growled, and pulled at his restraints.
“Stop being such a pussy.”
He felt Bojan's hand on his torso again, caressing his abs affectionately almost, and then he felt his former lover's mouth on his nipple. The tip of the whip caressed his back all the way down and Gerard couldn't help but feel aroused.
“There you go....”
He hated it, that his body was so weak.
Bojan was ready to both inflict pain on Gerard and offer him pleasure. He wanted to humiliate his former lover and show him what exactly he was missing. And punish him for destroying all that, of course. He caressed his face, his cheeks, tenderly, before slapping him as hard as he could.
“I loved you.” he said, his voice flat, unemotional.
He then pulled the blindfold off.
“I want you to see what I'm doing to you, I want you to go through the whole experience, and remember it.”
Gerard opened his eyes slowly and met Bojan's, below. He was wearing only leather shorts and was holding a whip. He could not believe this was happening. Bojan was looking cruel, merciless, as he weighted the whip in his hands.
“I know what you must think right now.” he said, looking Gerard in the eye. “That this is going to end soon, that once I see your bright blue eyes, I'll realise I'm doing something insane and end this.”
Gerard was tempted to nod. He had known for a while what kind of power his eyes had over whoever he chose to look at, he could fascinate and hypnotize men and women alike. But this time, something told him that it wouldn't work.
“If that crossed your mind, you couldn't be more wrong. Right now, seeing your eyes horrifies me, for they have lied to me for so long. Right now, seeing your innocent sky blue eyes makes me boil with fury, for you have manipulated me throughout our relationship. Your eyes just remind me how much I loved you and trusted you, how much I gave you and how much you took from me.”
The whip bit, and Gerard closed his eyes, pain spreading in his body.
“I want to extinguish the light in your eyes, bebe, like you did in mine, I want to hurt you, like you hurt me.”
Gerard was too afraid to look at Bojan now, especially when he whipped him again, he was afraid to see the insanity, the malice in his eyes. He refused to see Bojan like that.
Green eyes, never trust green eyes, the old saying went and Gerard bit his lip trying not to scream in pain.
The whip was nothing though, compared to the pain he felt spreading from his shoulders, contorted and sore. In fact, the whip's caress just helped him take his mind off the feeling in his upper body.
“I loved you. And you used me. Now I'm going to use you.” Bojan said, raising the whip and lashing it against Gerard's torso.
The whipping resumed, more vigorous at first, against his chest, against his back, against his buttocks, against his thighs, Bojan danced madly around him as he unleashed his fury, hitting with all his might.
“I loved you, I gave you everything, and you took it and then just left! How could you? How could you!” came his cries, filling Gerard's spinning head with more and more hurt.
He knew he wasn't allowed to talk, to say anything in his defence, that it was Bojan's dance and his party, his way to getting even, getting cleansed. And maybe Bojan was right, maybe he had been a bastard to him, maybe he deserved this, the merciless beating he was getting.
“Come on Gerard, bleed for me!” came a yell from his right as the whip marked his face with a thin crimson line.
That had crossed the line, Gerard could feel it, he could feel it in Bojan's sudden pause, he could feel the boy close to him, his bodyheat radiating towards him. He didn't want to open his eyes.
A hand clenched his jaw, tightly.
“Open your eyes, Gerard. Geri. I said I wanted you to see this.”
The grip tightened and for ending this as soon as possible alone, Gerard opened his eyes, tentatively.
“Look at me!” Bojan demanded.
And blue eyes locked with the green and Gerard saw how small and tired and devastated and pained Bojan looked. How he himself hated doing this. Tears were streaming down his face, tears of remorse for allowing himself to turn into a monster, Gerard thought.
He started crying too, awaiting release from his binds, ready to give and receive absolution. Bojan stepped away and pressing a lever, released Gerard from the hook holding him upright. The blond collapsed with a thud. He knew it would be over, that it was over. That everything was going to be over.
But feeling Bojan close to him again, fresh fear, real fear crept in him. On all fours, head down and hands bound behind his back, Gerard understood in a flash what was coming for him. He felt Bojan's hand on his back and his dick pressing against his hole, he felt the burn of dry penetration, the pain erupted in him as Bojan advanced and even gagged, his whimpers were loud enough.
“It was time for me to have you, Geri.”
The use of the diminutive crushed Gerard the most, reminding him of happier times, of their days of plans and of glory of love, of the days before he went away, the days before...
He tried to concentrate on anything else, to shut down the pain, to ignore that he was being speared mercilessly by a boy he could've never imagined would be so cruel. Tears mixed with the blood on his face pooled on the floor, as Bojan fucked him hard, careless of anything else but his own release.
It was more than pain that he felt in his throbbing cock, as Bojan kept hitting his prostrate, swollen and useless as he could not touch it, it just oozed, unattended. He felt Bojan come, he felt filled up and then the cock retracting.
He fell to the side, eyes shut in terror of what may still come. But it was only Bojan's fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking him to his painful and grunted orgasm.
Bojan rose to his feet and cleaned himself with a towel. He looked at the mess of pink flesh on the floor, bloodied and shivering.
“You look so precious.” he said, his words striking Gerard, killing all hope that he could ever look at Bojan the same way.
“He will find you. I hope you two can still be happy together after this.”
Gerard moaned as loudly as the gag allowed him and retreated in the silence only Bojan's steps away from the room broke. His body ached, but more so his soul. It was over, finally and he had survived.
But his world was shattered, just as Bojan's. He had killed everything that was nice between them and then had killed the boy's soul. There was only one feeling that bubbled in his chest now, almost suffocating him, and it wasn't anger or disgust, but guilt, immense guilt.
And there was no release from that.