Only way you can feel
Title: Only way you can feel
Pairing: Romulus/Daken
Rating: NC-17 ...but not like I could stop you....
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel. If I did, you wouldn't be reading this as a fanfic....
It hurts. It always does. It’s the miserable thing about life: pain is it’s only constant. Not that it matters, after all it never did. All through his life no one ever cared to ease his pain or lessen his burdens. At some point he stopped hoping that someone would, stopped caring.
He arches his back, pined down on the bed by a large man. As the steel hard cock thrust into his body at brutal pace his ears are filled with deep feral groans. It’s painful and it feels so good. This is the one. The one man that dominates every aspect of his life, the man to whom he is bound by chains he cannot break, no matter how much he gnaws at them. But even if he could, he wonders now, would he. Thoughts cut short again, the man sinks long claws into his hips, grinning at the scream that escapes lips he bruised with brutal kisses.
He was fucked by almost every man that wanted him, he never could say no. And why would he? But this one man was his only master, eternally. So he will always obey him, Romulus.
“Am I being a good little bitch, master?” He asked spitefully.
Unbelievable, that cock could actually sink deeper. Romulus thrust in all the way before answering: “As alwaysthe best.”
Romulus releases his hips allowing them to heal. He slows down, he pushes in slowly and draws out almost all the way. Slow, painfully slow. His body is adjusting. But he doesn’t want that. He wants violence.
“Faster damn you!!!”
Romulus grins. This creature is his; he molded it to belong to him. The only way it will ever truly function. “You can never go against me Daken. You belong to me. If you wish it, I will ravage you as fast and hard as you want it!”
He speeds up again. Room is filled with sounds of skin slapping together as Romulus rams into Daken, grunts, screams, moans. Smell of sweat and blood and some wine Romulus poured over his own cock while Daken licked it off.
“This is the only way you can feel anything!” He whispers viciously into Daken’s ear as the younger moans. “This is all that is left! Violence, blood, stabbing wounds!” He sinks his teeth into Daken’s neck pushing him over the edge with a scream. Romulus finds his release as Daken’s body trembles in pleasure and pain and something else, something he recognizes but Daken would never admit. Fear.
“You are my masterpiece!” He gets of the bed, collects his clothing and with one last glance over the used body now curled up on the bed issues an order. “Now go get that father of yours into my net. Even if you must be a good little bitch for him!”
Author’s note: Wrote this after reading Dark Wolverine #85, but wasn’t sure about posting it. This wasn’t proofread by anyone other then me and English is my second language so please forgive the bad grammar. Be gentle, haven’t been writing in a while.
Pairing: Romulus/Daken
Rating: NC-17 ...but not like I could stop you....
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel. If I did, you wouldn't be reading this as a fanfic....
It hurts. It always does. It’s the miserable thing about life: pain is it’s only constant. Not that it matters, after all it never did. All through his life no one ever cared to ease his pain or lessen his burdens. At some point he stopped hoping that someone would, stopped caring.
He arches his back, pined down on the bed by a large man. As the steel hard cock thrust into his body at brutal pace his ears are filled with deep feral groans. It’s painful and it feels so good. This is the one. The one man that dominates every aspect of his life, the man to whom he is bound by chains he cannot break, no matter how much he gnaws at them. But even if he could, he wonders now, would he. Thoughts cut short again, the man sinks long claws into his hips, grinning at the scream that escapes lips he bruised with brutal kisses.
He was fucked by almost every man that wanted him, he never could say no. And why would he? But this one man was his only master, eternally. So he will always obey him, Romulus.
“Am I being a good little bitch, master?” He asked spitefully.
Unbelievable, that cock could actually sink deeper. Romulus thrust in all the way before answering: “As alwaysthe best.”
Romulus releases his hips allowing them to heal. He slows down, he pushes in slowly and draws out almost all the way. Slow, painfully slow. His body is adjusting. But he doesn’t want that. He wants violence.
“Faster damn you!!!”
Romulus grins. This creature is his; he molded it to belong to him. The only way it will ever truly function. “You can never go against me Daken. You belong to me. If you wish it, I will ravage you as fast and hard as you want it!”
He speeds up again. Room is filled with sounds of skin slapping together as Romulus rams into Daken, grunts, screams, moans. Smell of sweat and blood and some wine Romulus poured over his own cock while Daken licked it off.
“This is the only way you can feel anything!” He whispers viciously into Daken’s ear as the younger moans. “This is all that is left! Violence, blood, stabbing wounds!” He sinks his teeth into Daken’s neck pushing him over the edge with a scream. Romulus finds his release as Daken’s body trembles in pleasure and pain and something else, something he recognizes but Daken would never admit. Fear.
“You are my masterpiece!” He gets of the bed, collects his clothing and with one last glance over the used body now curled up on the bed issues an order. “Now go get that father of yours into my net. Even if you must be a good little bitch for him!”
Author’s note: Wrote this after reading Dark Wolverine #85, but wasn’t sure about posting it. This wasn’t proofread by anyone other then me and English is my second language so please forgive the bad grammar. Be gentle, haven’t been writing in a while.