Bloodletting
Title: Bloodletting
Author: Angie
Rating: NC-17 (please see warning below!)
Pairing: Billie/ ? (You'll find out!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Billie, Tré, Mike or Green Day so please don't sue me. If I owned them, I'd be videotaping, not writing!
Summary: There isn't one but proceed with caution!
Warning: Let me repeat: Warning! *flashy lights* This fic is nothing like my typical shmexy fluff so please proceed with caution! This fic contains violence, abuse and borderline rape so I want to make sure not to offend anyone with the content. Having said all that ... enjoy!
Bloodletting
The walk home from Mike's always felt longer than the walk there, Billie mused as he shoved his cold hands deep into his pockets. Generally, he and his bandmates drank a lot when they were together so Billie always preferred to walk, rather than drive. Besides, the crisp night air usually helped to clear his head and sober him up a bit and tonight was no exception.
Walking quickly, Billie's eyes repeatedly darted around to survey his surroundings because even though he couldn't see him, he knew he was there.
He was always there.
Lurking in the shadows and waiting for precisely the right moment. It both thrilled and terrified Billie in equal amounts but he'd never let him know that.
Billie was being watched; he could feel it. Even though he saw nothing, it was still a feeling he couldn't shake as he continued making his way towards home. It had been a few weeks since their last encounter but Billie had to admit he almost missed it.
Almost.
As fucked up as their chance meetings were, Billie always felt alive when they were together. It felt like every single one of his senses were heightened in ways he never knew were possible.
I need therapy, he thought to himself as he subconsciously searched the darkened streets. Billie would never, ever give him the satisfaction of knowing it but, the fact remained, that he was exactly who Billie was looking for; his sadistic predator.
Taking his favorite shortcut, Billie made his way down the darkened alley as his heart pounded erratically in his chest; threatening to beat right through it. His pace changed, he realized, as he seemed to be walking a lot more slowly than he had been five minutes ago.
A sudden chill ran up his spine as he heard a rustling noise in the dark which made his cock twitch involuntarily. Billie stopped dead in his tracks and looked around but again, saw nothing. The pounding in his chest was almost audible now as it rang crystal clear in his ears.
The noises began to grow louder even though Billie still couldn't tell where they were coming from and that annoyed him. He hated sneak attacks even though, that's generally what they were. It was rare that his predator ever made his presence known before he was absolutely ready to.
And just like that, Billie immediately felt a rush of warm air against his frigid skin as the attack came. "Hey gorgeous, did you miss me?" A familiar voice growled in his ear which startled the hell out of Billie. Even though he knew it was coming, it was still always a shock.
"Oh, it's you," Billie replied, a little too casually for his captor's taste.
"You don't sound happy to see me," Fink whispered through a veil of anger as he latched on to Billie from behind.
"Fuck you," Billie spat as he tried to wrestle out of Fink's grasp to no avail. Even though Fink was about his same size and weight, he was much stronger than Billie and always won the fight for dominance.
"No, love," Fink purred in a voice as sharp as broken glass. "That's my job," He whispered as he crushed Billie up against the wall while frantically clawing at his zipper.
"No!" Billie moaned even though he meant "yes" as Fink's clammy hand slid into his pants and wrapped around his throbbing cock. Billie could feel Fink's razor sharp nails digging mercilessly into his skin as he roughly fisted his growing erection.
Billie hated the effect that Fink had on him because despite how wrong this was, Billie was impossibly hard and his body ached for Fink's touch against his better judgment.
"You know you're powerless against me, dearest. So, if I were you, I'd be a good boy and not fight it," Fink whispered as he continued to stroke Billie's cock inside his pants.
Billie sucked in his breath sharply as a blazing heat suddenly spread through his groin. Fink's nails had finally pierced his skin; making Billie's blood serve as the cruelest form of lube.
"Unnnnnghhhhhhhh!" Billie cried out as the blended sensation of pleasure and pain wracked his trembling body. "Oh God ... stop ... please!" Billie cried though, stopping was the last thing he wanted Fink to do. Billie felt so dirty for enjoying this disgusting display but he couldn't help it. Fink was like a drug; and Billie was addicted.
"God can't save you," Fink spat angrily as his hand relentlessly tortured Billie's bleeding cock. "Nor would he want to save a pitiful soul like yourself," He hissed as their eyes finally met for the first time that evening.
Twin pairs of luminous orbs; blazing brilliant green, locked on one another's as the orgasm began bubbling deep in the pit of Billie's stomach. He felt almost sick as he willingly allowed the pleasure to invade his mind and rape his soul.
"You're close; I can smell it," Fink growled as he leaned in to run his tongue along Billie's parched lips. Prying them open, Fink plunged his tongue deep inside Billie's mouth as he hungrily tasted his prey. He kissed him fiercely and violently; nipping at his lips, often biting them hard enough to draw blood.
Closing his eyes, Billie savored the familiar smoky-sweetness of his captor's mouth, which now mingled with the coppery taste of his own blood. Seconds later, Billie's orgasm began to crash over him like a tidal wave; flooding his head with white-hot light and emptying every thought -- coherent or otherwise -- from his mind.
Withdrawing his hand, Fink brought his dripping fingers up to Billie's swollen lips; forcing them inside his mouth so that he could taste himself. Billie licked Fink's fingers clean just before his captor's mouth came crashing up against his own once again.
"Such a pretty boy," Fink purred when the kiss broke. Flicking his tongue out, he licked the remaining traces of blood and semen from Billie's face until it was pristine once again.
"Regrettably, I must leave you now little one, but know that I'm watching you. That prickly sensation you get for no reason at all; that's me," Fink whispered as he gently zipped up Billie's pants and smoothed his shirt over them.
"Now close your eyes and count to ten and by the time you're done, I'll be a cherished memory," Fink whispered as he kissed Billie's eyelids and coaxed them shut. Billie did as he was told and savored the final smoky-sweet kiss that Fink pressed to his bruised lips before opening his eyes once again to an empty alley.
Sighing audibly, Billie let out the breath he'd been holding nearly the entire time and resumed walking home. Once he got there, he didn't even bother showering or changing because all he wanted was his bed. Climbing in, he pulled the covers all the way up to his chin as he shivered involuntarily. All of a sudden, his skin began to prickle and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as a chilled breeze swept through his tightly sealed bedroom.
"Good night Fink," Billie whispered into the darkness as he clutched his pillow for dear life and fell into an uneasy sleep.
~The End~
*runs and hides*
OMG. I hope I haven't traumatized the absolute hell out of anyone!
Aaaaaaaaand: comments, commence! Have at it! I'm prepared for the worst so feel free to be as honest as you like. Though, don't say I didn't warn you first! ♥ :)
Author: Angie
Rating: NC-17 (please see warning below!)
Pairing: Billie/ ? (You'll find out!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Billie, Tré, Mike or Green Day so please don't sue me. If I owned them, I'd be videotaping, not writing!
Summary: There isn't one but proceed with caution!
Warning: Let me repeat: Warning! *flashy lights* This fic is nothing like my typical shmexy fluff so please proceed with caution! This fic contains violence, abuse and borderline rape so I want to make sure not to offend anyone with the content. Having said all that ... enjoy!
Bloodletting
The walk home from Mike's always felt longer than the walk there, Billie mused as he shoved his cold hands deep into his pockets. Generally, he and his bandmates drank a lot when they were together so Billie always preferred to walk, rather than drive. Besides, the crisp night air usually helped to clear his head and sober him up a bit and tonight was no exception.
Walking quickly, Billie's eyes repeatedly darted around to survey his surroundings because even though he couldn't see him, he knew he was there.
He was always there.
Lurking in the shadows and waiting for precisely the right moment. It both thrilled and terrified Billie in equal amounts but he'd never let him know that.
Billie was being watched; he could feel it. Even though he saw nothing, it was still a feeling he couldn't shake as he continued making his way towards home. It had been a few weeks since their last encounter but Billie had to admit he almost missed it.
Almost.
As fucked up as their chance meetings were, Billie always felt alive when they were together. It felt like every single one of his senses were heightened in ways he never knew were possible.
I need therapy, he thought to himself as he subconsciously searched the darkened streets. Billie would never, ever give him the satisfaction of knowing it but, the fact remained, that he was exactly who Billie was looking for; his sadistic predator.
Taking his favorite shortcut, Billie made his way down the darkened alley as his heart pounded erratically in his chest; threatening to beat right through it. His pace changed, he realized, as he seemed to be walking a lot more slowly than he had been five minutes ago.
A sudden chill ran up his spine as he heard a rustling noise in the dark which made his cock twitch involuntarily. Billie stopped dead in his tracks and looked around but again, saw nothing. The pounding in his chest was almost audible now as it rang crystal clear in his ears.
The noises began to grow louder even though Billie still couldn't tell where they were coming from and that annoyed him. He hated sneak attacks even though, that's generally what they were. It was rare that his predator ever made his presence known before he was absolutely ready to.
And just like that, Billie immediately felt a rush of warm air against his frigid skin as the attack came. "Hey gorgeous, did you miss me?" A familiar voice growled in his ear which startled the hell out of Billie. Even though he knew it was coming, it was still always a shock.
"Oh, it's you," Billie replied, a little too casually for his captor's taste.
"You don't sound happy to see me," Fink whispered through a veil of anger as he latched on to Billie from behind.
"Fuck you," Billie spat as he tried to wrestle out of Fink's grasp to no avail. Even though Fink was about his same size and weight, he was much stronger than Billie and always won the fight for dominance.
"No, love," Fink purred in a voice as sharp as broken glass. "That's my job," He whispered as he crushed Billie up against the wall while frantically clawing at his zipper.
"No!" Billie moaned even though he meant "yes" as Fink's clammy hand slid into his pants and wrapped around his throbbing cock. Billie could feel Fink's razor sharp nails digging mercilessly into his skin as he roughly fisted his growing erection.
Billie hated the effect that Fink had on him because despite how wrong this was, Billie was impossibly hard and his body ached for Fink's touch against his better judgment.
"You know you're powerless against me, dearest. So, if I were you, I'd be a good boy and not fight it," Fink whispered as he continued to stroke Billie's cock inside his pants.
Billie sucked in his breath sharply as a blazing heat suddenly spread through his groin. Fink's nails had finally pierced his skin; making Billie's blood serve as the cruelest form of lube.
"Unnnnnghhhhhhhh!" Billie cried out as the blended sensation of pleasure and pain wracked his trembling body. "Oh God ... stop ... please!" Billie cried though, stopping was the last thing he wanted Fink to do. Billie felt so dirty for enjoying this disgusting display but he couldn't help it. Fink was like a drug; and Billie was addicted.
"God can't save you," Fink spat angrily as his hand relentlessly tortured Billie's bleeding cock. "Nor would he want to save a pitiful soul like yourself," He hissed as their eyes finally met for the first time that evening.
Twin pairs of luminous orbs; blazing brilliant green, locked on one another's as the orgasm began bubbling deep in the pit of Billie's stomach. He felt almost sick as he willingly allowed the pleasure to invade his mind and rape his soul.
"You're close; I can smell it," Fink growled as he leaned in to run his tongue along Billie's parched lips. Prying them open, Fink plunged his tongue deep inside Billie's mouth as he hungrily tasted his prey. He kissed him fiercely and violently; nipping at his lips, often biting them hard enough to draw blood.
Closing his eyes, Billie savored the familiar smoky-sweetness of his captor's mouth, which now mingled with the coppery taste of his own blood. Seconds later, Billie's orgasm began to crash over him like a tidal wave; flooding his head with white-hot light and emptying every thought -- coherent or otherwise -- from his mind.
Withdrawing his hand, Fink brought his dripping fingers up to Billie's swollen lips; forcing them inside his mouth so that he could taste himself. Billie licked Fink's fingers clean just before his captor's mouth came crashing up against his own once again.
"Such a pretty boy," Fink purred when the kiss broke. Flicking his tongue out, he licked the remaining traces of blood and semen from Billie's face until it was pristine once again.
"Regrettably, I must leave you now little one, but know that I'm watching you. That prickly sensation you get for no reason at all; that's me," Fink whispered as he gently zipped up Billie's pants and smoothed his shirt over them.
"Now close your eyes and count to ten and by the time you're done, I'll be a cherished memory," Fink whispered as he kissed Billie's eyelids and coaxed them shut. Billie did as he was told and savored the final smoky-sweet kiss that Fink pressed to his bruised lips before opening his eyes once again to an empty alley.
Sighing audibly, Billie let out the breath he'd been holding nearly the entire time and resumed walking home. Once he got there, he didn't even bother showering or changing because all he wanted was his bed. Climbing in, he pulled the covers all the way up to his chin as he shivered involuntarily. All of a sudden, his skin began to prickle and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as a chilled breeze swept through his tightly sealed bedroom.
"Good night Fink," Billie whispered into the darkness as he clutched his pillow for dear life and fell into an uneasy sleep.
~The End~
*runs and hides*
OMG. I hope I haven't traumatized the absolute hell out of anyone!
Aaaaaaaaand: comments, commence! Have at it! I'm prepared for the worst so feel free to be as honest as you like. Though, don't say I didn't warn you first! ♥ :)