Addicted, Chapter 12
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: Sorry for any typos that I'm sure are in this chapter. I'm tired and it's late. I promise I'll fix it in the morning, but I wanted to get it out to you guys. So here it is.
You follow what you feel inside
It's intuitive, you don't have to try,
It comes naturally, mmmm, It comes naturally
And it takes my breath away
What you do so naturally.
--Naturally, Selena Gomez
I sigh in relief when I reach the door. It's been a long ass day.
A smile slowly graces my face as I think of all the things I want to do to Onyx tonight. All night.
I slip my key into the lock and open the door to our apartment. And had the key not perfectly fit the lock, I would think I had the wrong apartment.
When I open the door, I see kids on the couch, watching some animated movie and eating cereal out of our big bowls.
I walk in the apartment, thouroughly confused as to what happened in the few hours between when I left for school, and when I came home.
"Sean," I call out. "Sean, can I talk to you?"
One of the bigger kids turns away from the screen to look at me. "Hi. I'm Jonny," the boy says, lifting sandy blonde bangs from his eyes. "Sean said we could stay here tonight."
I nod my head, and walk down the hall, trying to think of any reasonable explanation as to why my home looks like a daycare center.
"Onyx," I say as I reach the bedroom, "why exactly are there kids eating cereal in our living room?"
He lifts up his head and gives me a nervous smile. "Master," he starts, "I...I went to go see my mother today after therapy. And when I left her place, those kids were in the neighborhood. Locked out of their house."
I close my eyes tight and push down the desire to strangle Onyx. I make my voice as calm as I can under the circumstance. "So you fucking kidnappened them?"
He sighs deeply. "Yes, I suppose I did. But you should've seen them, Master. They were only wearing tattered clothes. No shoes. The little girl was wearing a dirty diaper from this morning...I couldn't leave them there."
I can see tears glistening in his eyes, and my immediate anger cools down a bit, worry filling its spot. "Onyx, you're on probation. If the parents press charges, your ass will be in jail for...I don't even know how many years."
"I- I know. I just..." he trails off and swallows the lump in his throat. "I grew up that way. Cold, hungry, not cared for. I couldn't leave them like that. In the morning, we'll take them back, but at least for tonight, they have warm clothes, full bellies, and no one can hurt them."
I take a seat on the bed, and try to take it all in. All I can really process is that I've never taken care of a kid in my life, and there are four of them down the hall. And that Sean could be in trouble --real trouble-- for this.
"Fuck, Sean," I whisper. I can't even keep up the thought of him as my sub for the night. Not with the kids here. Which reminds me...
"Where are they supposed to sleep?" I ask. "I mean, we have one bed. And one couch. So unless they all want to sleep on the floor-"
"The couch is a pull-out," Sean reminds me. "There's four small children. They'll all fit."
He slowly moves beside me and puts his hand over mine. "Trevor, if there were any other way..."
"I know," I murmer against his lips. "And I just want you to know..." I kiss him slowly before continuing. "Even though you broke the law, you did it for a very good reason. I didn't see those kids before, but I trust you. I'm proud of you, Onyx."
I push him down, lying flat on the bed, and roll my body onto his. Our lips meet once again in a slow, sensuous dance.
His moans fill the atmosphere of the room, and I want nothing more than to undress him and taste every inch of his flesh. I want to drown in him.
I press my lips into the pulse point on his throat. I can feel his heartbeat speed up, and I know he wants it just as much as I do.
"I love you, Onyx," I whisper between soft kisses. "I love everything about you. Everything that comes naturally to you."
"I...l-love you too, M-master," he whimpers. "More than anything."
I lick a trail down his throat to his collarbone, taking small nips along the way. My hand makes its way to the large lump in Sean's jeans, and he shivers at the contact.
"What do you want?" I ask him breathily. I know what his answer will be. He's a pain slut. He asks for it any chance he gets.
He bites his lip, and the action pulls more blood from my brain, and lends it to my already-straining erection.
"I want...I want you to..." he moans.
"What do you want, Onyx?" I repeat.
"I want you to spank me," he replies. "And then I want you to fuck me so hard, I pass out."
"I'd love nothing more," I tell him, and unbutton his jeans. My fingers wrap around his cock and grip it tightly. I nearly have him out of his pants when we hear a light knock at the door.
"Sean," a small voice echoes from the other side of the wood, "is it okay if we have some juice?"
Onyx clears his throat, and quickly sits up. "Yes," he shouts. "I'll be out there in just a second."
I hear little footsteps retreat down the hall, and smirk at my beautiful sub.
"Now, here's your punishment," I say quietly. "You don't get to come until they're out of our apartment.
Sean looks at me for a moment and sighs in frustration. But he nods his head in obedience. "Yes, Master."
He slowly stands up and fixes his jeans to the best of his ability. "Does that mean I'm sleeping out there, with the kids?" he asks.
I shake my head. "No Onyx. That means, I get to torture you all night long. We're going to have some fun."
His eyes get huge at this realization, and he quicky flees the room to take care of whatever the little ones might need.
I just smile. I'm proud as hell that Sean stood up for his convictions. I just wish he would've gone about it better. But he did the best he could at the time, even knowing he could get into serious trouble.
And I love him for it.
I just hope I can handle the kids for the night and their parents in the morning. Something tells me that tomorrow will be a very draining day.
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: Sorry for any typos that I'm sure are in this chapter. I'm tired and it's late. I promise I'll fix it in the morning, but I wanted to get it out to you guys. So here it is.
You follow what you feel inside
It's intuitive, you don't have to try,
It comes naturally, mmmm, It comes naturally
And it takes my breath away
What you do so naturally.
--Naturally, Selena Gomez
I sigh in relief when I reach the door. It's been a long ass day.
A smile slowly graces my face as I think of all the things I want to do to Onyx tonight. All night.
I slip my key into the lock and open the door to our apartment. And had the key not perfectly fit the lock, I would think I had the wrong apartment.
When I open the door, I see kids on the couch, watching some animated movie and eating cereal out of our big bowls.
I walk in the apartment, thouroughly confused as to what happened in the few hours between when I left for school, and when I came home.
"Sean," I call out. "Sean, can I talk to you?"
One of the bigger kids turns away from the screen to look at me. "Hi. I'm Jonny," the boy says, lifting sandy blonde bangs from his eyes. "Sean said we could stay here tonight."
I nod my head, and walk down the hall, trying to think of any reasonable explanation as to why my home looks like a daycare center.
"Onyx," I say as I reach the bedroom, "why exactly are there kids eating cereal in our living room?"
He lifts up his head and gives me a nervous smile. "Master," he starts, "I...I went to go see my mother today after therapy. And when I left her place, those kids were in the neighborhood. Locked out of their house."
I close my eyes tight and push down the desire to strangle Onyx. I make my voice as calm as I can under the circumstance. "So you fucking kidnappened them?"
He sighs deeply. "Yes, I suppose I did. But you should've seen them, Master. They were only wearing tattered clothes. No shoes. The little girl was wearing a dirty diaper from this morning...I couldn't leave them there."
I can see tears glistening in his eyes, and my immediate anger cools down a bit, worry filling its spot. "Onyx, you're on probation. If the parents press charges, your ass will be in jail for...I don't even know how many years."
"I- I know. I just..." he trails off and swallows the lump in his throat. "I grew up that way. Cold, hungry, not cared for. I couldn't leave them like that. In the morning, we'll take them back, but at least for tonight, they have warm clothes, full bellies, and no one can hurt them."
I take a seat on the bed, and try to take it all in. All I can really process is that I've never taken care of a kid in my life, and there are four of them down the hall. And that Sean could be in trouble --real trouble-- for this.
"Fuck, Sean," I whisper. I can't even keep up the thought of him as my sub for the night. Not with the kids here. Which reminds me...
"Where are they supposed to sleep?" I ask. "I mean, we have one bed. And one couch. So unless they all want to sleep on the floor-"
"The couch is a pull-out," Sean reminds me. "There's four small children. They'll all fit."
He slowly moves beside me and puts his hand over mine. "Trevor, if there were any other way..."
"I know," I murmer against his lips. "And I just want you to know..." I kiss him slowly before continuing. "Even though you broke the law, you did it for a very good reason. I didn't see those kids before, but I trust you. I'm proud of you, Onyx."
I push him down, lying flat on the bed, and roll my body onto his. Our lips meet once again in a slow, sensuous dance.
His moans fill the atmosphere of the room, and I want nothing more than to undress him and taste every inch of his flesh. I want to drown in him.
I press my lips into the pulse point on his throat. I can feel his heartbeat speed up, and I know he wants it just as much as I do.
"I love you, Onyx," I whisper between soft kisses. "I love everything about you. Everything that comes naturally to you."
"I...l-love you too, M-master," he whimpers. "More than anything."
I lick a trail down his throat to his collarbone, taking small nips along the way. My hand makes its way to the large lump in Sean's jeans, and he shivers at the contact.
"What do you want?" I ask him breathily. I know what his answer will be. He's a pain slut. He asks for it any chance he gets.
He bites his lip, and the action pulls more blood from my brain, and lends it to my already-straining erection.
"I want...I want you to..." he moans.
"What do you want, Onyx?" I repeat.
"I want you to spank me," he replies. "And then I want you to fuck me so hard, I pass out."
"I'd love nothing more," I tell him, and unbutton his jeans. My fingers wrap around his cock and grip it tightly. I nearly have him out of his pants when we hear a light knock at the door.
"Sean," a small voice echoes from the other side of the wood, "is it okay if we have some juice?"
Onyx clears his throat, and quickly sits up. "Yes," he shouts. "I'll be out there in just a second."
I hear little footsteps retreat down the hall, and smirk at my beautiful sub.
"Now, here's your punishment," I say quietly. "You don't get to come until they're out of our apartment.
Sean looks at me for a moment and sighs in frustration. But he nods his head in obedience. "Yes, Master."
He slowly stands up and fixes his jeans to the best of his ability. "Does that mean I'm sleeping out there, with the kids?" he asks.
I shake my head. "No Onyx. That means, I get to torture you all night long. We're going to have some fun."
His eyes get huge at this realization, and he quicky flees the room to take care of whatever the little ones might need.
I just smile. I'm proud as hell that Sean stood up for his convictions. I just wish he would've gone about it better. But he did the best he could at the time, even knowing he could get into serious trouble.
And I love him for it.
I just hope I can handle the kids for the night and their parents in the morning. Something tells me that tomorrow will be a very draining day.