I wanna be your slave
Title: Dark angel
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Benji and Joel
Warnings: Kink, S&M, Rough sex... what ever you want to call it
Summary: His hair was spiked into a perfect mohawk, eyes lined in coal black pencil, the collar standing out against his porcelain skin, clad in nothing but the collar and a pair of black pants. He looked like an angel, a dark angel the kind that you just wanted to rip the wings right off of and ravish, and that’s just what Benji planned to do.
Joel put the plastic key card in the slot on the hotel door, watching the light turn green before pushing the handle down and opening the heavy door. He looked at the red glowing clock on the night stand, the red letters standing out against the dark contrasting background- 7:50, 10 minutes early, just enough time to get ready.
He went into the bathroom turning on the florescent over headlight, blinking a few times to get used to it. He picked up the eyeliner pencil left on the counter that morning and applying it heavy under his already dark eyes.
Going back into the main bedroom he took off his shoes and socks pushing them into the corner before pulling his shirt over his head; opening the suitcase and folding the shirt on top. Reaching under the folded shirts that layered the suitcase he pulled out a black velvet bag and poured its contents out onto the bed. The dark leather of the collar standing out against the light sheets. Joel smiled as his fingers brushed over the metal tag that held his name. Reaching up and fastening it around his neck, careful not to make it too tight but still snug about his neck.
As the numbers on the clock turned to 8 Joel started pacing looking at the clock every so often as the numbers changed getting later and later, 8:05, 8:06, --8:10. Finally he heard the door click open and he turned to find himself staring into eyes mirroring his own.
"Ten minutes late…what happened to 8 o’clock not a minute later?" he mumbled.
"Since when do you talk back to me?" Benji growled.
"Since we were kids."
Benji reached forward quickly wrapping his hand around the collar that shown about his brother’s neck and using it to violently pull him in closer, "Not while you’re wearing this you don’t." He kicked at his brother’s shins harshly causing Joel to fall to his knees on the ground in front of him held hovering just off the ground by Benji’s grip on his collar. "Have you forgotten the rules already?"
Benji leaned down staring into the eyes of his twin, "Something’s missing," he mumbled to himself before pulling out a leash from his pocket. "Perfect."
He let go of the collar and let Joel fall back onto his knees, kicking the door shut and making sure it was locked he looked down on his brother, and smiled. His hair was spiked into a perfect mohawk, eyes lined in coal black pencil, the collar standing out against his porcelain skin, clad in nothing but the collar and a pair of black pants. He looked like an angel, a dark angel the kind that you just wanted to rip the wings right off of and ravish, and that’s just what Benji planned to do.
Benji pulled hard on the leash till Joel was positioned right in front of his crotch, "So seeing as you’re there why don’t you make yourself useful?" Benji growled in that deep almost threatening voice, the kind that made a person scared to say no.
Joel’s eyes were curious; he wanted to see where this was going, enjoyment because he knew he would be screaming Benji’s name by the end of the night, and of course there was that little glint of fear, not knowing what was going to happen next. He brought his hands up to the button on his brother’s jeans and slowly unzipped them and pulled them down his legs to pool at his ankles. Again he reached up wrapping his fingers on the elastic of Benji’s boxers and pulled them down as well. Taking his brothers erection in hand he began to run his hand around the long shaft. Snaking his tongue out and running it over the head before taking it into his mouth and teasing the slit. Moving slowly up and down, his head in his brother’s lap, it was a slow teasing pace and Benji was getting fed up with it.
Benji jerked on the leash he still held in his hand and leaned down, putting his hand on his brother’s jaw forcing him to look up into his unforgiving eyes, "What are you fucking lazy or something?" he pulled Joel to his feet harshly by the leash, and dragged him over to the bed.
He threw his brother onto the bed and tied the end of the leash to the headboard. Joel reached up and played with the latch that connected the leash to the collar, he wasn’t too sure if he liked it or not yet, Benji grabbed his hand away, "You’re just fucking asking for it tonight aren’t you? You fucking unclip that thing and I swear you’ll be in a hospital bed before the end of the night." Turning his back on his brother and Benji pulled open his suitcase, opening the front compartment, pulling out various objects and placing them on the table. A knife, a riding crop, a few candles, a roll of duct tape- "Same rules as always, what ever I say goes, no second thoughts, no questions. Never talk back to me and I mean never got that? You see that collar Joely as long as you’re wearing it the rules stand in and out of the bedroom. In bed your eyes stay on mine, in bed I never want to hear my name, and you better not fucking come unless I say you can. Lastly you don’t take off that collar until I say you can even if that means you’re have to wear it during a show I don’t give a flying fuck you’re mine, understood?"
"Yes Ben-Master" Joel whispered, looking down.
"That’s a good boy now lay back on the bed, one hand on each post." he answered, turning around to face his brother, "And remember the rules." He added menacingly.
Picking up the tape roll he moved over to the top of the bed wrapping a continuous strip around his brother’s wrist to the bedpost and moving around the bed and doing the same to the other. Joel pulled experimentally at his bonds, but that only earned him a glare from Benji who still hovered about him. Benji looked down at the dark angel bound to his bed thinking of everything he could do to him, every step he could take to break him.
He ran his hands down his angel’s chest thinking, before jumping on the bed and straddling his torso. Leaning down and immediately latching onto his collar bone leaving deep purple marks on the pale flesh; his hands running up and over Joel’s sides dragging his nails along that perfect angel skin. Start off slow start off gentle, then bite, and tear at the wings.
He kissed his way up his brother’s neck stopping just long enough to bite down on the sensitive area on his neck’s sides. Joel yelped, he didn’t expect that now did he, Benji just smiled as he lapped at the blood savoring its taste and the sting of pain that graced his brother when his saliva entered the cut. He could feel his brother withering beneath him most of the time he would tell him to "shut the fuck up and stop moving" but he thought he would let it slide this time, besides he liked knowing he had hurt him.
Leaning up Benji grabbed the knife off the table and started tracing along the protruding bones of Joel’s collar and shoulders, not hard enough to draw blood but leaving a thin red line as his angel whimpered and mewled beneath him. Joel’s muscles where tensing up as the cool steel was dragged about his body, he knew better then to relax it would just be an opening for pain. Soon the blade was on his face tracing under his eyes, this time he was drawing blood, this time he could feel it seeping out. Benji was almost surprised his angel didn’t bleed black. He whispered to himself, "So pretty, so perfect, my dark angel, time to clip his wings, he cant fly away…bleed black,-cry blood."
It was almost pretty, the way Benji sat atop his brother’s chest tracing invisible pictures. How Joel was tense but not protesting how his forced "tears" were red like it was a play, breath,-line,-whimper,-cut,-bleed,-whisper. Choreographed like it was all done before, maybe it was. Benji moved farther up his brother’s chest positioning his erection at Joel’s lips, he pushed in, in one thrust past the barrier of lips and teeth and started a grueling pace in and out of his angel’s mouth. The angel was gagging, he couldn’t really breathe, yet he couldn’t really protest it was against the rules; the rules could not be broken. He knew he wasn’t supposed to protest he couldn’t say no but he also couldn’t help his own gag reflex that was out of his control. Benji could feel him gagging and he didn’t like it. He picked up the knife that lay next to him and dug it into his twin’s shoulder, pushing it straight down. Joel screamed the best he could and Benji smiled going fast plunging himself in and out of his brothers mouth, and all the angel could do was wait for it to be over, wait to be able to breathe. Benji exploded with a growl and a twist of the knife that was buried in the wounded angel’s shoulder.
Getting up and pacing the room he lit a cigarette taking drags as he felt Joel’s eyes following his movements, he stopped and lit the candles that sat on the nightstand. A twisted smile crossed his face as he picked up the riding crop he had put on the side table. He had picked it out himself, long with a heavy leather tip, the handle was wood clean sealed wood, they don’t make them like that anymore. He swung it through the air listening to the sound it made when cutting through the air. Testing it he swung it against Joel’s ribcage, liking the hollowed sound it made and the way the skin raised and got red. He pulled his arm back and hit the same spot again. The angel yelped in pain as the area was abused again, that only got him another hit against his chest. Benji smiled as the area began to turn purple, and continued his abuse hitting his chest over and over again till the whole area was red and purple from the burst blood vessels under the skin of his angel. He walked back to the end of the bed and pulled off the black pants that were still on his brother’s hips, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do yet he just knew he wanted everything open to his eyes.
He picked up the candle from the side and tilted it letting the drops of wax burn the reddened flesh. Joel’s muscles tightened as the hot wax hit his skin in heavy drips. Benji was disappointed; he wanted to hear the angel scream. So with his other hand he picked up the crop again and held it the wrong way lining it up with his angel’s opening. The wax was still dripping steadily on his chest; with one push he got the handle of the crop inside his brother. The angel’s screams could be heard from heaven as his body was assaulted from two directions. The crop handle was slamming in and out of him at a burning pace. The dry wood tore at his insides leaving him with bloodied thighs.
"Hush angel... my angel."
As the screams died down and the crop torn from his insides Benji stared down at him, broken and tied down, never getting away and he couldn’t help but feel accomplished. Reaching up he untied the leash from the headboard holding it as he kneeled between his lover’s legs, and took him into his mouth. Swirling his tongue over the head tasting the pre-cum that dripped out, his eyes still staring up into Joel’s his hand on the leash, still showing who was in charge. He ran his piercings over the underside, satisfied with the sharp breath he heard the angel take. Taking more of him into his mouth sucking hard with every dip downwards, looking up he saw the angel close his eyes and knew he was close.
"Master please, can I please master?" The angel whispered.
Benji growled hearing his plea and demanding his release. As his mouth was filled with his brother’s essence he got up swallowing all that was in his mouth. Again straddling his angel’s chest he picked up the knife. Pulling his head off to the side by his hair he placed the tip of the knife to the skin just above the collar. He cut meticulously making every letter perfect, spelling out his name.
"Never forget who owns you; never forget who clipped your wings, let the scars remind you. You’ll always come back to me." He whispered into the angel’s ear.
With that he snuggled up next to his angel throwing his arms loosely over his stomach. The angel whispered, "Aren’t you going to untie me…" his voice soft, not sure if he was allowed to even ask.
"No it’s prettier this way, angels are prettier tied down." With that he reached up and played with the tag on the collar letting his head rest on his lover’s chest listening to him breathe, and he couldn’t help but wonder what tomorrow night would bring…
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Comments welcome, i am thinking of making this a mini series not sure... Love it, like it, hate it... comment
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Benji and Joel
Warnings: Kink, S&M, Rough sex... what ever you want to call it
Summary: His hair was spiked into a perfect mohawk, eyes lined in coal black pencil, the collar standing out against his porcelain skin, clad in nothing but the collar and a pair of black pants. He looked like an angel, a dark angel the kind that you just wanted to rip the wings right off of and ravish, and that’s just what Benji planned to do.
Joel put the plastic key card in the slot on the hotel door, watching the light turn green before pushing the handle down and opening the heavy door. He looked at the red glowing clock on the night stand, the red letters standing out against the dark contrasting background- 7:50, 10 minutes early, just enough time to get ready.
He went into the bathroom turning on the florescent over headlight, blinking a few times to get used to it. He picked up the eyeliner pencil left on the counter that morning and applying it heavy under his already dark eyes.
Going back into the main bedroom he took off his shoes and socks pushing them into the corner before pulling his shirt over his head; opening the suitcase and folding the shirt on top. Reaching under the folded shirts that layered the suitcase he pulled out a black velvet bag and poured its contents out onto the bed. The dark leather of the collar standing out against the light sheets. Joel smiled as his fingers brushed over the metal tag that held his name. Reaching up and fastening it around his neck, careful not to make it too tight but still snug about his neck.
As the numbers on the clock turned to 8 Joel started pacing looking at the clock every so often as the numbers changed getting later and later, 8:05, 8:06, --8:10. Finally he heard the door click open and he turned to find himself staring into eyes mirroring his own.
"Ten minutes late…what happened to 8 o’clock not a minute later?" he mumbled.
"Since when do you talk back to me?" Benji growled.
"Since we were kids."
Benji reached forward quickly wrapping his hand around the collar that shown about his brother’s neck and using it to violently pull him in closer, "Not while you’re wearing this you don’t." He kicked at his brother’s shins harshly causing Joel to fall to his knees on the ground in front of him held hovering just off the ground by Benji’s grip on his collar. "Have you forgotten the rules already?"
Benji leaned down staring into the eyes of his twin, "Something’s missing," he mumbled to himself before pulling out a leash from his pocket. "Perfect."
He let go of the collar and let Joel fall back onto his knees, kicking the door shut and making sure it was locked he looked down on his brother, and smiled. His hair was spiked into a perfect mohawk, eyes lined in coal black pencil, the collar standing out against his porcelain skin, clad in nothing but the collar and a pair of black pants. He looked like an angel, a dark angel the kind that you just wanted to rip the wings right off of and ravish, and that’s just what Benji planned to do.
Benji pulled hard on the leash till Joel was positioned right in front of his crotch, "So seeing as you’re there why don’t you make yourself useful?" Benji growled in that deep almost threatening voice, the kind that made a person scared to say no.
Joel’s eyes were curious; he wanted to see where this was going, enjoyment because he knew he would be screaming Benji’s name by the end of the night, and of course there was that little glint of fear, not knowing what was going to happen next. He brought his hands up to the button on his brother’s jeans and slowly unzipped them and pulled them down his legs to pool at his ankles. Again he reached up wrapping his fingers on the elastic of Benji’s boxers and pulled them down as well. Taking his brothers erection in hand he began to run his hand around the long shaft. Snaking his tongue out and running it over the head before taking it into his mouth and teasing the slit. Moving slowly up and down, his head in his brother’s lap, it was a slow teasing pace and Benji was getting fed up with it.
Benji jerked on the leash he still held in his hand and leaned down, putting his hand on his brother’s jaw forcing him to look up into his unforgiving eyes, "What are you fucking lazy or something?" he pulled Joel to his feet harshly by the leash, and dragged him over to the bed.
He threw his brother onto the bed and tied the end of the leash to the headboard. Joel reached up and played with the latch that connected the leash to the collar, he wasn’t too sure if he liked it or not yet, Benji grabbed his hand away, "You’re just fucking asking for it tonight aren’t you? You fucking unclip that thing and I swear you’ll be in a hospital bed before the end of the night." Turning his back on his brother and Benji pulled open his suitcase, opening the front compartment, pulling out various objects and placing them on the table. A knife, a riding crop, a few candles, a roll of duct tape- "Same rules as always, what ever I say goes, no second thoughts, no questions. Never talk back to me and I mean never got that? You see that collar Joely as long as you’re wearing it the rules stand in and out of the bedroom. In bed your eyes stay on mine, in bed I never want to hear my name, and you better not fucking come unless I say you can. Lastly you don’t take off that collar until I say you can even if that means you’re have to wear it during a show I don’t give a flying fuck you’re mine, understood?"
"Yes Ben-Master" Joel whispered, looking down.
"That’s a good boy now lay back on the bed, one hand on each post." he answered, turning around to face his brother, "And remember the rules." He added menacingly.
Picking up the tape roll he moved over to the top of the bed wrapping a continuous strip around his brother’s wrist to the bedpost and moving around the bed and doing the same to the other. Joel pulled experimentally at his bonds, but that only earned him a glare from Benji who still hovered about him. Benji looked down at the dark angel bound to his bed thinking of everything he could do to him, every step he could take to break him.
He ran his hands down his angel’s chest thinking, before jumping on the bed and straddling his torso. Leaning down and immediately latching onto his collar bone leaving deep purple marks on the pale flesh; his hands running up and over Joel’s sides dragging his nails along that perfect angel skin. Start off slow start off gentle, then bite, and tear at the wings.
He kissed his way up his brother’s neck stopping just long enough to bite down on the sensitive area on his neck’s sides. Joel yelped, he didn’t expect that now did he, Benji just smiled as he lapped at the blood savoring its taste and the sting of pain that graced his brother when his saliva entered the cut. He could feel his brother withering beneath him most of the time he would tell him to "shut the fuck up and stop moving" but he thought he would let it slide this time, besides he liked knowing he had hurt him.
Leaning up Benji grabbed the knife off the table and started tracing along the protruding bones of Joel’s collar and shoulders, not hard enough to draw blood but leaving a thin red line as his angel whimpered and mewled beneath him. Joel’s muscles where tensing up as the cool steel was dragged about his body, he knew better then to relax it would just be an opening for pain. Soon the blade was on his face tracing under his eyes, this time he was drawing blood, this time he could feel it seeping out. Benji was almost surprised his angel didn’t bleed black. He whispered to himself, "So pretty, so perfect, my dark angel, time to clip his wings, he cant fly away…bleed black,-cry blood."
It was almost pretty, the way Benji sat atop his brother’s chest tracing invisible pictures. How Joel was tense but not protesting how his forced "tears" were red like it was a play, breath,-line,-whimper,-cut,-bleed,-whisper. Choreographed like it was all done before, maybe it was. Benji moved farther up his brother’s chest positioning his erection at Joel’s lips, he pushed in, in one thrust past the barrier of lips and teeth and started a grueling pace in and out of his angel’s mouth. The angel was gagging, he couldn’t really breathe, yet he couldn’t really protest it was against the rules; the rules could not be broken. He knew he wasn’t supposed to protest he couldn’t say no but he also couldn’t help his own gag reflex that was out of his control. Benji could feel him gagging and he didn’t like it. He picked up the knife that lay next to him and dug it into his twin’s shoulder, pushing it straight down. Joel screamed the best he could and Benji smiled going fast plunging himself in and out of his brothers mouth, and all the angel could do was wait for it to be over, wait to be able to breathe. Benji exploded with a growl and a twist of the knife that was buried in the wounded angel’s shoulder.
Getting up and pacing the room he lit a cigarette taking drags as he felt Joel’s eyes following his movements, he stopped and lit the candles that sat on the nightstand. A twisted smile crossed his face as he picked up the riding crop he had put on the side table. He had picked it out himself, long with a heavy leather tip, the handle was wood clean sealed wood, they don’t make them like that anymore. He swung it through the air listening to the sound it made when cutting through the air. Testing it he swung it against Joel’s ribcage, liking the hollowed sound it made and the way the skin raised and got red. He pulled his arm back and hit the same spot again. The angel yelped in pain as the area was abused again, that only got him another hit against his chest. Benji smiled as the area began to turn purple, and continued his abuse hitting his chest over and over again till the whole area was red and purple from the burst blood vessels under the skin of his angel. He walked back to the end of the bed and pulled off the black pants that were still on his brother’s hips, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do yet he just knew he wanted everything open to his eyes.
He picked up the candle from the side and tilted it letting the drops of wax burn the reddened flesh. Joel’s muscles tightened as the hot wax hit his skin in heavy drips. Benji was disappointed; he wanted to hear the angel scream. So with his other hand he picked up the crop again and held it the wrong way lining it up with his angel’s opening. The wax was still dripping steadily on his chest; with one push he got the handle of the crop inside his brother. The angel’s screams could be heard from heaven as his body was assaulted from two directions. The crop handle was slamming in and out of him at a burning pace. The dry wood tore at his insides leaving him with bloodied thighs.
"Hush angel... my angel."
As the screams died down and the crop torn from his insides Benji stared down at him, broken and tied down, never getting away and he couldn’t help but feel accomplished. Reaching up he untied the leash from the headboard holding it as he kneeled between his lover’s legs, and took him into his mouth. Swirling his tongue over the head tasting the pre-cum that dripped out, his eyes still staring up into Joel’s his hand on the leash, still showing who was in charge. He ran his piercings over the underside, satisfied with the sharp breath he heard the angel take. Taking more of him into his mouth sucking hard with every dip downwards, looking up he saw the angel close his eyes and knew he was close.
"Master please, can I please master?" The angel whispered.
Benji growled hearing his plea and demanding his release. As his mouth was filled with his brother’s essence he got up swallowing all that was in his mouth. Again straddling his angel’s chest he picked up the knife. Pulling his head off to the side by his hair he placed the tip of the knife to the skin just above the collar. He cut meticulously making every letter perfect, spelling out his name.
"Never forget who owns you; never forget who clipped your wings, let the scars remind you. You’ll always come back to me." He whispered into the angel’s ear.
With that he snuggled up next to his angel throwing his arms loosely over his stomach. The angel whispered, "Aren’t you going to untie me…" his voice soft, not sure if he was allowed to even ask.
"No it’s prettier this way, angels are prettier tied down." With that he reached up and played with the tag on the collar letting his head rest on his lover’s chest listening to him breathe, and he couldn’t help but wonder what tomorrow night would bring…
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Comments welcome, i am thinking of making this a mini series not sure... Love it, like it, hate it... comment