Addicted, Chapter 9 part 2
Title: Addicted (Sequel to The Ultimate Aphrodisiac)
Author: Bjfangirl87
Fandom: BBYD
Pairing: Sean/Trevor
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Two years after the movie ends
Warning: Kink, BDSM, violence, raw sex, blood play, and other kinds of morbid depravity.
Summary: When Sean is finally released from prison, Trevor tries to reintroduce him to the real world. Can he help Sean get past all the issues from his past?
Disclaimer: I do not own Bang Bang You’re Dead or any of the characters. That honor goes to Showtime, William Mastrosimone, and Guy Ferland. I just love the movie.
Banner by: My darling rivermyangel! Thankies love!
Previous Chapters
A/N: So, I know it's been a little while since this one. I'm really sorry about that. Certain prts of this chapter just wouldn't work like I wanted it to. But It's mostly worked itself out, and I'm mostly happy with it, so I decided to post it anyway. Enjoy the depravity!
I walk into the classroom, aware of all the eyes on me. The stares burn into my skin and I feel the paranoia rising in my blood. Do they know my life? Do they know what I did in high school? The questions swim through my head as I enter the room.
I make myself look at one spot on the off-white wall in the back of the room, my stomach plummetting with each person I pass.
After a second or an eternity, I can't tell which, I find a seat in the back of the room. The seat on either side of me are empty, despite the amount of students in the class, and I let out a sigh of relief.
I let the palm of my hands move over the cool wood of the desk and silently think about how much this classroom looks like the detention room at Rivervale High. I became quite familiar with that room over the course of my freshman and sophomore years. And I think that maybe they keep this room in the same design so that mentally, it's like we're still in high school, because honestly, some of us should still be there, myself included.
I get so lost in my thoughts that I don't even hear somebody slide into the desk on my right until I hear a voice that sends chills through my body.
"Hey, sexy," the voice says, waking me up to my surroundings, "You wanna continue what we started last night?"
"No, I don't," I spit at Clive. "I don't ever want to see your face again."
"Funny," he says as he runs a hand down my arm. "You seemed to love my face last night."
"I was piss-ass drunk," I whispered harshly. "I would've fucked a dog."
He smirks at me, his green eyes glowing with amusement, when the teacher walks in.
"Hello class," she says in a sickeningly sweet voice. "My name is Ms. Kapola, and we will be getting to know each other very well over the next 12 weeks."
Her light brown hair hangs down past her shoulders and her small frame is hugged by her patchwork dress. She is attractive without trying. A girl-next-door type. And I have to wonder if she is one of those teachers that just can't be taken seriously, because she can't take all that the bad kids throw at her.
"Now," she says as she hands out papers to every student in the class, "We are going to take a little test to see where you all are at. This will help me determine what everyone needs to know before the end of the term. We'll have 45 minutes, but feel free to turn it in if you finish before that."
She works her way back to the front of the room. "Now, I just ask for silence while we take this test, okay?" she says in a meek voice, and I know that she'll be a complete pushover. And for the first time in a long time, I know that I won't be the bad kid for her. I really want to do the best I can for this woman. She'll have a hard enough time with the other kids, and I don't pick on the underdog.
"Okay class, we begin....now."
**********
After the class lets out for the night, I quickly turn in my test and make my way out of the classroom. I walk down the hall, hoping that Clive won't seek me out tonight, because I just don't have the energy to fight tonight. All I want to do is go home, take care of my nipple ring, and see that Trev has in store for me tonight. I know he said that he would be heading to Kokopeli's while I was in class.
I make it down the front steps before I hear boots shuffling behind me. The hair on my neck stands up a bit, and I know that it's Clive. I walk faster, but he begins running after me.
"Sean!" He yells. "Come here, I just want to talk to you!"
My pace slows to a slow walk and I turn around to meet his gaze. "What the fuck do you want Clive? I gave you what you wanted last night. We're over!"
His body moves closer to mine and I feel the air change around us. I gets warmer, and my heart starts pounding so hard, I feel like it could break my ribs on the way out of my chest. He reaches out to me, pulling on my shirt and making me trip into him.
Our chest rub together, and I feel a sharp pain. Right then, I remember my sore nipple. The piercing that my Master got for me. And I remember that I shouldn't be here with Clive. It's an order from my Master.
"What's wrong, Sean," he taunts, running his nails down my clothed chest. He must feel the protrusion of my new body jewelry, because he gets the most evil smile on his face. "Oh, my little slut, you got your tit pierced..."
I try to push myself away, but he grips onto my arm. "Don't fucking move!"
I gulp quietly, and close my eyes, trying to think of the best way to get out of this mess. I have to be home in 20 minutes, or Trevor is going to have my ass.
I feel a slight breeze brush my stomach, and realize that Clive is lifting my shirt, no doubt to see my new nipple ring. I open my eyes just as his tongue brushes my swollen nub, and I can hear myself let out a strangled cry.
"Like that?" he asks seductively, and I shake my head.
"No," I say, and finally find the strength to push him away. "I fucking hate your touch. It was a mistake I made once, but I will never be with you again!"
Clive huffs a laugh and shakes his head. "And here I thought you'd do things the fun way..."
Before I can even contemplate what that means, Clive's lips jump onto mine. He bites, nibbles and licks all over my mouth, and tightens his grip on my neck. My head starts spinning and my body goes on autopilot as I fight him for dominance. I bite his lip ring, pulling until I taste the blood trickle onto my tongue. And it tastes amazing.
"Onyx!" I hear someone scream behind me. It takes a second for my brain to register that the only one to know that name is....fuck!
I slowly turn around to see Trevor looking the angriest I've ever seen him before. He's holding a bag in his hand, and I can't see what it is before he tosses it to the ground. He walks quickly to up Clive with the most distubing look in his eyes, and it scares me.
"I don't EVER want to see you near Sean again!" he screams as his eyes meet Clive's.
"Hey, he's a big boy," Clive replies, "he can see me if he wants to."
"I don't want you around him. You will only bring him down with you!" Trevor pushes Clive back into the fence behind us and puts a hand around his throat.
"Listen to me, you fucking son-of-a-bitch. If you EVER touch him again, I will come find you. And you don't want me to do that. I will not fail to to protect what is mine. I will fucking KILL you if necessary. Do you understand me?" Trevor speaks in a voice I've never heard before. He sounds possessed, and it really freaks me out.
I can only stand and stare at the sight before me. Trevor slowly lets Clive collapse to the ground. Clive sputters and takes a few deep breaths before looking up at both of us. When his breathing regulates, he stands up.
"You don't know who you just fucked with, Travis," he says, pointing his finger in Trevor's face. "I'll leave for now, but know that you just made a real enemy!"
He walks quickly down the street and within a minute, his silhouette is invisible in the dark night.
My vision doesn't break from his retreating form until I feel something push me back against the fence.
"Did you like the attention he gave you?" Trevor asks in a deep, breathy voice before he kisses me forcefully.
I moan at the intrusion of his tongue, exploring me, tasting me. The tip of his tongue rubs against the small spot on the roof of my mouth that always makes me weak. "Mmm...Master..." I whimper.
"Does he kiss you like I do?" Trevor growls as he rips my shirt open. His fingers grip my nipple ring and pull hard. The action brings tears to my eyes and a yelp past my lips.
"Master, please," I beg, "It hurts..."
Trevor ignores my plea and yanks at my pants, inching them down my hips, while he bits down my neck, nipping and sucking each area that he knows makes me crazy with lust.
When he gets to my chest, he bites my unpierced nipple hard enough to draw blood. I scream at the twisted pain and pleasure.
"Does he know how much you love that?" Trevor yells. "Does he bite you? Mark you?" He pulls my pants down to my feet, and I shiver at the chilly air that breezes past my aching cock and balls.
He stands back up and pushes my back against the cold metal wiring of the fence. His hands grab my ass, pull the cheeks apart and slide my legs around his waist. "Hold on tight," he mutters, and I lock my legs around him tightly.
He pushes into my with no lubricant or preparation, and I feel like he's literally tearing me apart. I cry out, and feel the tears slide down my cheeks. It has never hurt this much with Trevor before.
"Did he fuck you like this?" Trevor growls as he bites my lips, drawing blood from me. He licks and sucks the red liquid from the cuts he created while his big dick continues to abuse my poor hole.
I do my best to hold back the sobs, knowing that this is my punishment for letting another man kiss me. I let Clive near me when I wasn't supposed to, and I let his lips touch mine, when I belong to my Master. So I will take this like a man.
He continues to thrust into me, every in-and-out movement bringing a fresh wave of pain through my body. "You belong to me," my Master whispers in my mouth as he moves faster and faster. "You are never to let anyone else have your lips, or your ass, of your heart. Do you understand?"
I nod my head and do my best to will back the tears straining to escape my eyes.
A few more thrusts, and I hear his moans increase in intensity and volume. I know he's close, and all I can do is be a vessel of pleasure for him. All I can do is let him own me, let him mark me.
His cock erupts deep in inside of my ass, and I feel it as the warm, milky fluid fills me up. He grunts and takes a deep breath before pulling back and letting me down.
He takes a few deep breaths and looks up and down the dark street. No one can be seen, and the only discernable sound is crickets, playing their nightly song.
He finally turns his attention to me. "Are you okay, Onyx?" he asks, concern written in his eyes.
I nod my head as I attempt to pull my jeans back on. "Yes, Master."
"Turn around," he orders, and pulls me under a street light. I suppose he is looking to assess the damage the done to my back from the fence.
He runs his hands over the my skin, tracing the imprints from the metal. His touch calms me, and I just close my eyes and let his fingers and the autumn breeze around us cool me down and calm me.
"Let's go," Trevor tells me and hands me my shirt. "We have to get home and find some lotion for your ass."
"Yes, Master," I say.
We start to walk back home, me following behind him, when he stops and turns to look at me. "What is it about Clive?" he asks curiously. "I mean, I know he's gorgeous, but he's dangerous, and...I thought that I was enough."
"You're more than enough, Master," I assure him. "You didn't see what you thought you saw."
He reaches out and brushes my cheek with his hand. "What did I see, then Onyx?"
"He was chasing me after class. I tried to run from him, but he caught up with me. I turned around to tell him off, but he grabbed me and kissed me. That's the part you saw..." I trail off when I remember that he had a bag. I look at his hands, and see that he is no longer holding it. He must have left it at the site.
"Where is your bag, Master?" I ask him.
Trevor looks around for a moment. "I guess it's back where we were. Let's walk back and get it. We'll need it when we get back home anyway."
"What is it, Master?"
"You'll see, Onyx," he replies. He looks deep into my eyes and kisses me. "I love you, Onyx. I'm sorry I overreacted without giving you a chance to explain the situation."
"It's okay, Master," I tell Trevor, "I put myself in a bad situation. You didn't want me to be around him, and I went against your wishes. I was wrong."
His eyes left mine, and he nodded as we continued to walk back to find the items he left behind. I can tell he is disappointed, both in me and himself. And I promise myself that I will try very hard to never be the cause of that look on his face again.
I will do my best to avoid temptation at all costs. I don't ever want to let my Master down again.
Author: Bjfangirl87
Fandom: BBYD
Pairing: Sean/Trevor
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Two years after the movie ends
Warning: Kink, BDSM, violence, raw sex, blood play, and other kinds of morbid depravity.
Summary: When Sean is finally released from prison, Trevor tries to reintroduce him to the real world. Can he help Sean get past all the issues from his past?
Disclaimer: I do not own Bang Bang You’re Dead or any of the characters. That honor goes to Showtime, William Mastrosimone, and Guy Ferland. I just love the movie.
Banner by: My darling rivermyangel! Thankies love!
Previous Chapters
A/N: So, I know it's been a little while since this one. I'm really sorry about that. Certain prts of this chapter just wouldn't work like I wanted it to. But It's mostly worked itself out, and I'm mostly happy with it, so I decided to post it anyway. Enjoy the depravity!
I walk into the classroom, aware of all the eyes on me. The stares burn into my skin and I feel the paranoia rising in my blood. Do they know my life? Do they know what I did in high school? The questions swim through my head as I enter the room.
I make myself look at one spot on the off-white wall in the back of the room, my stomach plummetting with each person I pass.
After a second or an eternity, I can't tell which, I find a seat in the back of the room. The seat on either side of me are empty, despite the amount of students in the class, and I let out a sigh of relief.
I let the palm of my hands move over the cool wood of the desk and silently think about how much this classroom looks like the detention room at Rivervale High. I became quite familiar with that room over the course of my freshman and sophomore years. And I think that maybe they keep this room in the same design so that mentally, it's like we're still in high school, because honestly, some of us should still be there, myself included.
I get so lost in my thoughts that I don't even hear somebody slide into the desk on my right until I hear a voice that sends chills through my body.
"Hey, sexy," the voice says, waking me up to my surroundings, "You wanna continue what we started last night?"
"No, I don't," I spit at Clive. "I don't ever want to see your face again."
"Funny," he says as he runs a hand down my arm. "You seemed to love my face last night."
"I was piss-ass drunk," I whispered harshly. "I would've fucked a dog."
He smirks at me, his green eyes glowing with amusement, when the teacher walks in.
"Hello class," she says in a sickeningly sweet voice. "My name is Ms. Kapola, and we will be getting to know each other very well over the next 12 weeks."
Her light brown hair hangs down past her shoulders and her small frame is hugged by her patchwork dress. She is attractive without trying. A girl-next-door type. And I have to wonder if she is one of those teachers that just can't be taken seriously, because she can't take all that the bad kids throw at her.
"Now," she says as she hands out papers to every student in the class, "We are going to take a little test to see where you all are at. This will help me determine what everyone needs to know before the end of the term. We'll have 45 minutes, but feel free to turn it in if you finish before that."
She works her way back to the front of the room. "Now, I just ask for silence while we take this test, okay?" she says in a meek voice, and I know that she'll be a complete pushover. And for the first time in a long time, I know that I won't be the bad kid for her. I really want to do the best I can for this woman. She'll have a hard enough time with the other kids, and I don't pick on the underdog.
"Okay class, we begin....now."
**********
After the class lets out for the night, I quickly turn in my test and make my way out of the classroom. I walk down the hall, hoping that Clive won't seek me out tonight, because I just don't have the energy to fight tonight. All I want to do is go home, take care of my nipple ring, and see that Trev has in store for me tonight. I know he said that he would be heading to Kokopeli's while I was in class.
I make it down the front steps before I hear boots shuffling behind me. The hair on my neck stands up a bit, and I know that it's Clive. I walk faster, but he begins running after me.
"Sean!" He yells. "Come here, I just want to talk to you!"
My pace slows to a slow walk and I turn around to meet his gaze. "What the fuck do you want Clive? I gave you what you wanted last night. We're over!"
His body moves closer to mine and I feel the air change around us. I gets warmer, and my heart starts pounding so hard, I feel like it could break my ribs on the way out of my chest. He reaches out to me, pulling on my shirt and making me trip into him.
Our chest rub together, and I feel a sharp pain. Right then, I remember my sore nipple. The piercing that my Master got for me. And I remember that I shouldn't be here with Clive. It's an order from my Master.
"What's wrong, Sean," he taunts, running his nails down my clothed chest. He must feel the protrusion of my new body jewelry, because he gets the most evil smile on his face. "Oh, my little slut, you got your tit pierced..."
I try to push myself away, but he grips onto my arm. "Don't fucking move!"
I gulp quietly, and close my eyes, trying to think of the best way to get out of this mess. I have to be home in 20 minutes, or Trevor is going to have my ass.
I feel a slight breeze brush my stomach, and realize that Clive is lifting my shirt, no doubt to see my new nipple ring. I open my eyes just as his tongue brushes my swollen nub, and I can hear myself let out a strangled cry.
"Like that?" he asks seductively, and I shake my head.
"No," I say, and finally find the strength to push him away. "I fucking hate your touch. It was a mistake I made once, but I will never be with you again!"
Clive huffs a laugh and shakes his head. "And here I thought you'd do things the fun way..."
Before I can even contemplate what that means, Clive's lips jump onto mine. He bites, nibbles and licks all over my mouth, and tightens his grip on my neck. My head starts spinning and my body goes on autopilot as I fight him for dominance. I bite his lip ring, pulling until I taste the blood trickle onto my tongue. And it tastes amazing.
"Onyx!" I hear someone scream behind me. It takes a second for my brain to register that the only one to know that name is....fuck!
I slowly turn around to see Trevor looking the angriest I've ever seen him before. He's holding a bag in his hand, and I can't see what it is before he tosses it to the ground. He walks quickly to up Clive with the most distubing look in his eyes, and it scares me.
"I don't EVER want to see you near Sean again!" he screams as his eyes meet Clive's.
"Hey, he's a big boy," Clive replies, "he can see me if he wants to."
"I don't want you around him. You will only bring him down with you!" Trevor pushes Clive back into the fence behind us and puts a hand around his throat.
"Listen to me, you fucking son-of-a-bitch. If you EVER touch him again, I will come find you. And you don't want me to do that. I will not fail to to protect what is mine. I will fucking KILL you if necessary. Do you understand me?" Trevor speaks in a voice I've never heard before. He sounds possessed, and it really freaks me out.
I can only stand and stare at the sight before me. Trevor slowly lets Clive collapse to the ground. Clive sputters and takes a few deep breaths before looking up at both of us. When his breathing regulates, he stands up.
"You don't know who you just fucked with, Travis," he says, pointing his finger in Trevor's face. "I'll leave for now, but know that you just made a real enemy!"
He walks quickly down the street and within a minute, his silhouette is invisible in the dark night.
My vision doesn't break from his retreating form until I feel something push me back against the fence.
"Did you like the attention he gave you?" Trevor asks in a deep, breathy voice before he kisses me forcefully.
I moan at the intrusion of his tongue, exploring me, tasting me. The tip of his tongue rubs against the small spot on the roof of my mouth that always makes me weak. "Mmm...Master..." I whimper.
"Does he kiss you like I do?" Trevor growls as he rips my shirt open. His fingers grip my nipple ring and pull hard. The action brings tears to my eyes and a yelp past my lips.
"Master, please," I beg, "It hurts..."
Trevor ignores my plea and yanks at my pants, inching them down my hips, while he bits down my neck, nipping and sucking each area that he knows makes me crazy with lust.
When he gets to my chest, he bites my unpierced nipple hard enough to draw blood. I scream at the twisted pain and pleasure.
"Does he know how much you love that?" Trevor yells. "Does he bite you? Mark you?" He pulls my pants down to my feet, and I shiver at the chilly air that breezes past my aching cock and balls.
He stands back up and pushes my back against the cold metal wiring of the fence. His hands grab my ass, pull the cheeks apart and slide my legs around his waist. "Hold on tight," he mutters, and I lock my legs around him tightly.
He pushes into my with no lubricant or preparation, and I feel like he's literally tearing me apart. I cry out, and feel the tears slide down my cheeks. It has never hurt this much with Trevor before.
"Did he fuck you like this?" Trevor growls as he bites my lips, drawing blood from me. He licks and sucks the red liquid from the cuts he created while his big dick continues to abuse my poor hole.
I do my best to hold back the sobs, knowing that this is my punishment for letting another man kiss me. I let Clive near me when I wasn't supposed to, and I let his lips touch mine, when I belong to my Master. So I will take this like a man.
He continues to thrust into me, every in-and-out movement bringing a fresh wave of pain through my body. "You belong to me," my Master whispers in my mouth as he moves faster and faster. "You are never to let anyone else have your lips, or your ass, of your heart. Do you understand?"
I nod my head and do my best to will back the tears straining to escape my eyes.
A few more thrusts, and I hear his moans increase in intensity and volume. I know he's close, and all I can do is be a vessel of pleasure for him. All I can do is let him own me, let him mark me.
His cock erupts deep in inside of my ass, and I feel it as the warm, milky fluid fills me up. He grunts and takes a deep breath before pulling back and letting me down.
He takes a few deep breaths and looks up and down the dark street. No one can be seen, and the only discernable sound is crickets, playing their nightly song.
He finally turns his attention to me. "Are you okay, Onyx?" he asks, concern written in his eyes.
I nod my head as I attempt to pull my jeans back on. "Yes, Master."
"Turn around," he orders, and pulls me under a street light. I suppose he is looking to assess the damage the done to my back from the fence.
He runs his hands over the my skin, tracing the imprints from the metal. His touch calms me, and I just close my eyes and let his fingers and the autumn breeze around us cool me down and calm me.
"Let's go," Trevor tells me and hands me my shirt. "We have to get home and find some lotion for your ass."
"Yes, Master," I say.
We start to walk back home, me following behind him, when he stops and turns to look at me. "What is it about Clive?" he asks curiously. "I mean, I know he's gorgeous, but he's dangerous, and...I thought that I was enough."
"You're more than enough, Master," I assure him. "You didn't see what you thought you saw."
He reaches out and brushes my cheek with his hand. "What did I see, then Onyx?"
"He was chasing me after class. I tried to run from him, but he caught up with me. I turned around to tell him off, but he grabbed me and kissed me. That's the part you saw..." I trail off when I remember that he had a bag. I look at his hands, and see that he is no longer holding it. He must have left it at the site.
"Where is your bag, Master?" I ask him.
Trevor looks around for a moment. "I guess it's back where we were. Let's walk back and get it. We'll need it when we get back home anyway."
"What is it, Master?"
"You'll see, Onyx," he replies. He looks deep into my eyes and kisses me. "I love you, Onyx. I'm sorry I overreacted without giving you a chance to explain the situation."
"It's okay, Master," I tell Trevor, "I put myself in a bad situation. You didn't want me to be around him, and I went against your wishes. I was wrong."
His eyes left mine, and he nodded as we continued to walk back to find the items he left behind. I can tell he is disappointed, both in me and himself. And I promise myself that I will try very hard to never be the cause of that look on his face again.
I will do my best to avoid temptation at all costs. I don't ever want to let my Master down again.