Fic!
For navigatorsghost who needed cheering up :)
Title: Bitch
Author: yours truly
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dima gets what's coming
Warnings: Bloody monster-on-guy sex and dubious consent
Inspired in part by the nw Who's Your Daddy video as well as some of Dima's various vids :D
As the red text splashed across the screen for what had to be the thirtieth time since he’d first turned on the damned thing, Dima groaned.
Why was he tormenting himself so? Why was he watching that damned video time after time, his eyes never leaving the screen, jealousy and want burning through his body as he watched the women writing all over him, a fierce, useless yearning to be the one tied up welling up within him…
With another groan he let the heavy executive chair spin around, away from the screen. Dima closed his eyes and let his head fall back.
He was hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.
But he couldn’t help it, has not been able to help it ever since he’d first set his eyes Lordi in Athens; it had not been the glaring sunlight that had made his bones melt the moment the red eyes had met his, not when those fangs were bared in a quick grin hat had had Dima whimpering deep inside…
Just like he was doing now; the memory alone would have been enough to make him grow hard, and now…
Now, his hand was running over his stomach as if by its own volition, down to the straining denim; he was so hard it hurt, the small twitch of his hips drawing a low moan from him at the friction.
Dima couldn’t help it; his hand shaking he undid the fastenings of his jeans. In his mind’s eye he was back in Athens, he was passing Lordi in that corridor again... and rather than just slink away like burned, he was standing his ground, looking the monster in the eye…
The monster in his fantasy grinned, showing sharp teeth as he pushed Dima against the wall, the deadly claws curling in his hair and yanking his head back; the thought of those teeth biting his neck made Dima hiss, his hand wrapping around his shaft as the other came to…
He couldn’t move his arm. At all.
Dima’s eyes flew open; at the sight of the cuff around his wrist, he froze; a curse was about to escape his lips when he felt the claws wrap around his other arm...
“Think you could get away with that, little Dima?”
The voice, something between a growl and a purr, turned Dima’s spine into ice; ice that burned, deep and heavy as a whimper spilled form his lips. It couldn’t be….
Slowly, he turned his head and came face-to face with the monster he’d been thinking of.
”Cat got your tongue?” Lordi grinned, baring wicked teeth that sent a shiver through Dima’s spine; had he not thought of those teeth on his skin but a moment ago… before he could finish his thought, a clawed hand tangled in his hair and yanked, hard.
Dima cried out at the sudden pain, throwing his head back; his cry became a scream as the fangs did tear into his throat, raw agony flashing through him... agony mixed with wicked, sick pleasure that curled around his spine and pulsed through his veins.
He didn’t resist as Lordi yanked him up from the chair, twisted his arms around, pushed him down; Dima could hear his laptop fall off the desk and clatter to the floor as he impacted with the hard wood, face down. His wrists were both clasped by the clawed hands, pushed high, high enough for his shoulders to burn as the cold metal encircled both of his wrists
Dima whimpered when he felt Lord lean over him, the hard metal of the armour digging into his back and thighs, cold even through the fabric of his clothes.
“I know you want this,” Lordi growled, his breath hot against Dima’s ear. The wicked tongue flickered out lashing the shell of his ear with deceptive gentleness. “You’ve been my bitch since I first laid eyes on you.”
“Y-yes,” Dima choked out, “Oh God yes…”
What else he could have said was drowned in the scream that tore from his throat as Lordi’s teeth bit deep into his shoulder; Dima could feel blood rushing trough the wounds but he didn’t care. Oh God he didn’t… he had never been as hard as he was now, trapped painfully against the desk; if he could only move his hips just a little…
”Eager, aren’t you?” Lordi chuckled darkly, sending a shiver down Dima’s spine.
“P-please,” he choked, trying to buck his hips futilely, it was of no use, he was trapped between the wood and monster, with no hope of respite.
”Please what, bitch?” Lordi growled, again leaning close enough for Dima to feel his breath on his neck. “Ask for it!”
Dima choked, he couldn’t… he shouldn’t… “P-please,” he whimpered, arching his back, “F-fuck me, oh God please just fuck me... I’m your bitch, just fuck me...”
The words spilled from his lips he squeezed his eye shut; he didn’t know what he was saying, only that he was begging… he wanted it, he had wanted it for so long.. He wanted to be taken, to- to be fucked by the big bad, the cruel, clawed monster…
Dima cried out when the clawed hand took hold of the waist of his jeans and yanked, tearing through the fabric with ease; the sudden brush of cool air felt like a lash of ice.
He whimpered, a bone-deep shiver going through his body as he heard the unmistakable sound of unbuckled leather. His teeth bit into his lip and he could taste bold as anticipation set every fibre of his being aflame; he’d never wanted anything so much in his life, but the mere idea terrified him to the core…
The brush of claws against his neck before they curled in his hair was almost soothing, but as his head was yanked back and Lordi’s teeth sank into his neck again, Dima screamed.
The sharp, deep pain almost distracted him from what Lordi was about to do; but the brush of slick hardness was unmistakable and Dima tensed, his breath hitching.
Oh God, it hurt.
Another scream was torn from his throat and his eyes flew open; he struggled, trying to get away from he pain, from the invasion. But he couldn’t not with the leather-clad body pressing him down, the sharp claws digging into his skin… oh God, he was still so shamefully hard…
“Is this what you want, Dima?” Lordi growled, his lips almost touching Dima’s ear. “To be bent over and fucked, made my bitch?”
Dima wanted to protest, but he found himself nodding, the whimper spilling form his lips a barely-there yes.
With another growl, Lordi began to move and Dima screamed.
The pain surged again, dimmed out by the heat crawling along his skin, pooling at the base of his spine - he couldn’t help it, he moaned, his hips moving clumsily into the hard, brutal rhythm.
Dima cried out again when Lordi yanked him up; from the pain in his shoulders, from the pain of the claws sinking into his skin, from the white-hot sparks of pleasure the change in the way Lordi moved within him brought forth.
He could only whimper and squirm and moan the loss of contact - any contact, even the hard, unforgiving wood on his aching flesh…but it felt so good, so wicked and red-hot….
When the clawed hand wrapped around his shaft, the fresh surge of terror was mingled with relief; for a heartbeat, Dima hesitated before his hips bucked into the touch, a long-drawn out moan spilling from his lips.
“What do you want, Dima?” Lordi growled in his ear, the thickened voice echoing the same lust that gripped Dima’s body.
“Please,” Dima begged, his voice barely above a whisper, “Let me… let me come... please. Lordi...”
Dima trembled as he uttered the monster’s name; he could feel Lordi growl, felt the grip tightening on him…
It was the combination of Lordi’s teeth sinking into his shoulder as the clawed had twisted that sent Dima over the edge; he cried out, his back arching as red-hot pleasure-pain washed over him like a tidal weave.
He was submerged in it, every fibre of his being brought to the brink of extreme exhaustion; he almost did not hear the monster roar or feel the liquid heat filling his body as he struggled in the throes of his climax.
By the time Dima could draw breath again, he found himself in Lordi’s lap as the monster leaned back in the black leather chair, his arms still bound behind his back and his head resting against the armoured shoulder.
Despite the dull ache in his body, everywhere from his abused shoulders down to his banged knees, Dima couldn’t help but smile shyly as Lordi’s razor-claws came to stroke his face briefly before the monster began to slowly run them up and down Dima’s back, as if petting him.
Dima closed his eyes, strangely content. He had no desire to deny it - he was Lordi’s bitch.
**
Title: Bitch
Author: yours truly
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dima gets what's coming
Warnings: Bloody monster-on-guy sex and dubious consent
Inspired in part by the nw Who's Your Daddy video as well as some of Dima's various vids :D
As the red text splashed across the screen for what had to be the thirtieth time since he’d first turned on the damned thing, Dima groaned.
Why was he tormenting himself so? Why was he watching that damned video time after time, his eyes never leaving the screen, jealousy and want burning through his body as he watched the women writing all over him, a fierce, useless yearning to be the one tied up welling up within him…
With another groan he let the heavy executive chair spin around, away from the screen. Dima closed his eyes and let his head fall back.
He was hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.
But he couldn’t help it, has not been able to help it ever since he’d first set his eyes Lordi in Athens; it had not been the glaring sunlight that had made his bones melt the moment the red eyes had met his, not when those fangs were bared in a quick grin hat had had Dima whimpering deep inside…
Just like he was doing now; the memory alone would have been enough to make him grow hard, and now…
Now, his hand was running over his stomach as if by its own volition, down to the straining denim; he was so hard it hurt, the small twitch of his hips drawing a low moan from him at the friction.
Dima couldn’t help it; his hand shaking he undid the fastenings of his jeans. In his mind’s eye he was back in Athens, he was passing Lordi in that corridor again... and rather than just slink away like burned, he was standing his ground, looking the monster in the eye…
The monster in his fantasy grinned, showing sharp teeth as he pushed Dima against the wall, the deadly claws curling in his hair and yanking his head back; the thought of those teeth biting his neck made Dima hiss, his hand wrapping around his shaft as the other came to…
He couldn’t move his arm. At all.
Dima’s eyes flew open; at the sight of the cuff around his wrist, he froze; a curse was about to escape his lips when he felt the claws wrap around his other arm...
“Think you could get away with that, little Dima?”
The voice, something between a growl and a purr, turned Dima’s spine into ice; ice that burned, deep and heavy as a whimper spilled form his lips. It couldn’t be….
Slowly, he turned his head and came face-to face with the monster he’d been thinking of.
”Cat got your tongue?” Lordi grinned, baring wicked teeth that sent a shiver through Dima’s spine; had he not thought of those teeth on his skin but a moment ago… before he could finish his thought, a clawed hand tangled in his hair and yanked, hard.
Dima cried out at the sudden pain, throwing his head back; his cry became a scream as the fangs did tear into his throat, raw agony flashing through him... agony mixed with wicked, sick pleasure that curled around his spine and pulsed through his veins.
He didn’t resist as Lordi yanked him up from the chair, twisted his arms around, pushed him down; Dima could hear his laptop fall off the desk and clatter to the floor as he impacted with the hard wood, face down. His wrists were both clasped by the clawed hands, pushed high, high enough for his shoulders to burn as the cold metal encircled both of his wrists
Dima whimpered when he felt Lord lean over him, the hard metal of the armour digging into his back and thighs, cold even through the fabric of his clothes.
“I know you want this,” Lordi growled, his breath hot against Dima’s ear. The wicked tongue flickered out lashing the shell of his ear with deceptive gentleness. “You’ve been my bitch since I first laid eyes on you.”
“Y-yes,” Dima choked out, “Oh God yes…”
What else he could have said was drowned in the scream that tore from his throat as Lordi’s teeth bit deep into his shoulder; Dima could feel blood rushing trough the wounds but he didn’t care. Oh God he didn’t… he had never been as hard as he was now, trapped painfully against the desk; if he could only move his hips just a little…
”Eager, aren’t you?” Lordi chuckled darkly, sending a shiver down Dima’s spine.
“P-please,” he choked, trying to buck his hips futilely, it was of no use, he was trapped between the wood and monster, with no hope of respite.
”Please what, bitch?” Lordi growled, again leaning close enough for Dima to feel his breath on his neck. “Ask for it!”
Dima choked, he couldn’t… he shouldn’t… “P-please,” he whimpered, arching his back, “F-fuck me, oh God please just fuck me... I’m your bitch, just fuck me...”
The words spilled from his lips he squeezed his eye shut; he didn’t know what he was saying, only that he was begging… he wanted it, he had wanted it for so long.. He wanted to be taken, to- to be fucked by the big bad, the cruel, clawed monster…
Dima cried out when the clawed hand took hold of the waist of his jeans and yanked, tearing through the fabric with ease; the sudden brush of cool air felt like a lash of ice.
He whimpered, a bone-deep shiver going through his body as he heard the unmistakable sound of unbuckled leather. His teeth bit into his lip and he could taste bold as anticipation set every fibre of his being aflame; he’d never wanted anything so much in his life, but the mere idea terrified him to the core…
The brush of claws against his neck before they curled in his hair was almost soothing, but as his head was yanked back and Lordi’s teeth sank into his neck again, Dima screamed.
The sharp, deep pain almost distracted him from what Lordi was about to do; but the brush of slick hardness was unmistakable and Dima tensed, his breath hitching.
Oh God, it hurt.
Another scream was torn from his throat and his eyes flew open; he struggled, trying to get away from he pain, from the invasion. But he couldn’t not with the leather-clad body pressing him down, the sharp claws digging into his skin… oh God, he was still so shamefully hard…
“Is this what you want, Dima?” Lordi growled, his lips almost touching Dima’s ear. “To be bent over and fucked, made my bitch?”
Dima wanted to protest, but he found himself nodding, the whimper spilling form his lips a barely-there yes.
With another growl, Lordi began to move and Dima screamed.
The pain surged again, dimmed out by the heat crawling along his skin, pooling at the base of his spine - he couldn’t help it, he moaned, his hips moving clumsily into the hard, brutal rhythm.
Dima cried out again when Lordi yanked him up; from the pain in his shoulders, from the pain of the claws sinking into his skin, from the white-hot sparks of pleasure the change in the way Lordi moved within him brought forth.
He could only whimper and squirm and moan the loss of contact - any contact, even the hard, unforgiving wood on his aching flesh…but it felt so good, so wicked and red-hot….
When the clawed hand wrapped around his shaft, the fresh surge of terror was mingled with relief; for a heartbeat, Dima hesitated before his hips bucked into the touch, a long-drawn out moan spilling from his lips.
“What do you want, Dima?” Lordi growled in his ear, the thickened voice echoing the same lust that gripped Dima’s body.
“Please,” Dima begged, his voice barely above a whisper, “Let me… let me come... please. Lordi...”
Dima trembled as he uttered the monster’s name; he could feel Lordi growl, felt the grip tightening on him…
It was the combination of Lordi’s teeth sinking into his shoulder as the clawed had twisted that sent Dima over the edge; he cried out, his back arching as red-hot pleasure-pain washed over him like a tidal weave.
He was submerged in it, every fibre of his being brought to the brink of extreme exhaustion; he almost did not hear the monster roar or feel the liquid heat filling his body as he struggled in the throes of his climax.
By the time Dima could draw breath again, he found himself in Lordi’s lap as the monster leaned back in the black leather chair, his arms still bound behind his back and his head resting against the armoured shoulder.
Despite the dull ache in his body, everywhere from his abused shoulders down to his banged knees, Dima couldn’t help but smile shyly as Lordi’s razor-claws came to stroke his face briefly before the monster began to slowly run them up and down Dima’s back, as if petting him.
Dima closed his eyes, strangely content. He had no desire to deny it - he was Lordi’s bitch.
**