the sound of silence. 1a/1
anonymous
January 25 2011, 14:24:41 UTC
I hope you don't mind dubcon. If you do, I'm sorry for not asking earlier (T-T it somehow just turned dubcon-ish) and I'll rewrite it, eep!
Canada's eyelids flutter open slowly. His head is throbbing, the pain is almost unbearable and he finds that he is unable to see or think straight... Which reminds him of something that has been nagging at him for a little while - where exactly were his glasses? He has absolutely no idea.
As his eyes adjust to the dim lighting, he tries to remember what happened before he passed out. It doesn't take long before the memories flood his mind as he laughs bitterly, testing the shackles around his wrists for the umpteenth time. They are as tight as ever, although the metal doesn't quite bite into his skin as painfully as it did before. How long has he been locked in America's basement? He doesn't remember any more. Maybe, just maybe he doesn't want to remember any more.
When did America start behaving that way? He supposes it all started with the panic attacks America got a decade ago, then he started drawing away from the rest of the World, keeping to himself while pretending that everything was alright, telling him things out there aren't safe so he needs to keep him close and before he knows it, America's gone, far too gone and Canada's here and no one else knows it (because no one cares, really).
He rolls around on the filthy mattress, avoiding contact with his back, trying to get up but his arms feel too weak and his jaw hurts, because the gag in his mouth is still locked in place (but it's okay, at least, he has something to bite on to distract himself from the pain). His eyes hurt, they sting and it hurts in about a billion places and there's footsteps, footsteps and he curls up into a ball because he doesn't want what is coming because it will hurt, it does hurt, it always hurts-
"You've been good," America says as he kneels down beside Canada and removes the ball gag. Canada gasps, gulping down huge mouthfuls of air. "So I shall reward you," there's a shuffling sound from behind Canada and some part of him doesn't want to know what his brother is about to do. The raw, open wounds on his back still hurt, the only thing that kept him from screaming was the gag and now that it is gone...
America presses his lips to Canada, cradling him in his arms as he strokes him, fingers moving in a circular motion over his tip. When he is fully erect, he produces a small bottle from his pocket and a tiny, metal rod and Canada freezes as he sees it.
"No, please, no," Canada begins, mouth dry with fear but America shakes his head.
"It's your reward, brother," America kisses him again. "Shh," he covers the sound with lubricant and Canada attempts to struggle, but it is useless, America's grip on his arm is strong and he keeps him in place. He presses the tip of the sound to Canada's leaking slit and he sucks in a deep breath, not daring to move. Trust is no longer a question any more - it is something expected of him, he has to trust America, no matter what he does, because he loves him, he loves him so much that even if he hurts him, he doesn't mean it, he really doesn't oh Canada what pathetic lies you're feeding yourself don't you know how fucked up the relationship between the both of you are and he'd rather hurt himself than hurt him.
the sound of silence. 1b/1
anonymous
January 25 2011, 14:26:54 UTC
America slides the sound in, slowly, millimetre by millimetre and Canada freezes, mouth opening in a silent scream. As much as he hates to admit it, he likes being filled completely; the way it burns, the sweet friction of metal underneath hot flesh feels so good that he moans incoherently, wanting more. Somehow, with liquid barely leaking from his tip as America teases him mercilessly, angling the sound upwards, probing deeper, he manages to find brief respite from the hell he is now living in. America licks at the crook of Canada's neck, then nibbles gently, teeth slowly piercing the sensitive skin as he withdraws the sound.
Canada hates how he becomes a quivering mess merely from America's ministrations. He slides the sound in again and sweet heavens above it feels goddamned wonderful and when America presses down lightly on his perineum, pulling the sound out, he spills his seed all over his brother's hand.
America kisses him, tongue ravishing his mouth, fingers trailing down to his entrance, stretching him, using his seed as lubricant as he unzips his trousers, freeing his erection. With a single thrust, he sheathes himself in him and thrusts fervently and before long, he reaches his climax (because, you see, he almost came in his trousers when Canada spilled white all over his hand). He doesn't pull out until much later and Canada is trembling in his arms, tears threatening to fall from the corners of his eyes.
"Canada," America whispers, strawberry blonde hair falling into his eyes. "I will protect you no matter what," he runs his fingers through his brother's hair, cradling his head.
Canada tries to struggle, but it is useless. He tries to speak, he wants to say something but it's stuck in his throat - he knows his words will hurt America as much as it will hurt himself - so he forces it down until it chokes him and tears start leaking from the corners of his eyes but he doesn't stop until he can swallow the pain because if he doesn't, there will be no turning back, no way to fix things, no way to put everything back together again. Canada looks up at his brother impassively and America averts his gaze. He bites his lip.
Then who will protect me from you?
Eep, I meant tell me if you don't want dubcon and I'll rewrite. Uh, hope you liked it anyway T-T (runs away)
Re: the sound of silence. 1b/1
anonymous
January 25 2011, 16:25:11 UTC
This is one of my most favorite kinks, so, yaaa-y! But I have to say, even though sequel would sound fantastic, I would much rather see the prequel to this mess of a relationship...
Oh, wow, anon! I don't mind dub-con at all (but if you want to do a consensual version I would love you for always :) That was HOT STUFF, anon ... loved the way you handled the smut, and the events surrounding it definitely have me interested. *joins chanting for sequel/prequel*
Re: the sound of silence. 1a/1
anonymous
January 26 2011, 01:59:13 UTC
I have a huge sounding kink, and normally dubcon is fine with me too, but the overall darkness kinda.... turned me off =( Sorry authornon. It's well written, and I'm really liking the way you write smut, but...
I guess what I'm saying is I WOULD LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOREVER IF YOU WROTE THE CONSENSUAL VERSION YOU MENTIONED 8D SRSLY IT WOULD MAKE MY LIFE.
Canada's eyelids flutter open slowly. His head is throbbing, the pain is almost unbearable and he finds that he is unable to see or think straight... Which reminds him of something that has been nagging at him for a little while - where exactly were his glasses? He has absolutely no idea.
As his eyes adjust to the dim lighting, he tries to remember what happened before he passed out. It doesn't take long before the memories flood his mind as he laughs bitterly, testing the shackles around his wrists for the umpteenth time. They are as tight as ever, although the metal doesn't quite bite into his skin as painfully as it did before. How long has he been locked in America's basement? He doesn't remember any more. Maybe, just maybe he doesn't want to remember any more.
When did America start behaving that way? He supposes it all started with the panic attacks America got a decade ago, then he started drawing away from the rest of the World, keeping to himself while pretending that everything was alright, telling him things out there aren't safe so he needs to keep him close and before he knows it, America's gone, far too gone and Canada's here and no one else knows it (because no one cares, really).
He rolls around on the filthy mattress, avoiding contact with his back, trying to get up but his arms feel too weak and his jaw hurts, because the gag in his mouth is still locked in place (but it's okay, at least, he has something to bite on to distract himself from the pain). His eyes hurt, they sting and it hurts in about a billion places and there's footsteps, footsteps and he curls up into a ball because he doesn't want what is coming because it will hurt, it does hurt, it always hurts-
"You've been good," America says as he kneels down beside Canada and removes the ball gag. Canada gasps, gulping down huge mouthfuls of air. "So I shall reward you," there's a shuffling sound from behind Canada and some part of him doesn't want to know what his brother is about to do. The raw, open wounds on his back still hurt, the only thing that kept him from screaming was the gag and now that it is gone...
America presses his lips to Canada, cradling him in his arms as he strokes him, fingers moving in a circular motion over his tip. When he is fully erect, he produces a small bottle from his pocket and a tiny, metal rod and Canada freezes as he sees it.
"No, please, no," Canada begins, mouth dry with fear but America shakes his head.
"It's your reward, brother," America kisses him again. "Shh," he covers the sound with lubricant and Canada attempts to struggle, but it is useless, America's grip on his arm is strong and he keeps him in place. He presses the tip of the sound to Canada's leaking slit and he sucks in a deep breath, not daring to move. Trust is no longer a question any more - it is something expected of him, he has to trust America, no matter what he does, because he loves him, he loves him so much that even if he hurts him, he doesn't mean it, he really doesn't oh Canada what pathetic lies you're feeding yourself don't you know how fucked up the relationship between the both of you are and he'd rather hurt himself than hurt him.
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Canada hates how he becomes a quivering mess merely from America's ministrations. He slides the sound in again and sweet heavens above it feels goddamned wonderful and when America presses down lightly on his perineum, pulling the sound out, he spills his seed all over his brother's hand.
America kisses him, tongue ravishing his mouth, fingers trailing down to his entrance, stretching him, using his seed as lubricant as he unzips his trousers, freeing his erection. With a single thrust, he sheathes himself in him and thrusts fervently and before long, he reaches his climax (because, you see, he almost came in his trousers when Canada spilled white all over his hand). He doesn't pull out until much later and Canada is trembling in his arms, tears threatening to fall from the corners of his eyes.
"Canada," America whispers, strawberry blonde hair falling into his eyes. "I will protect you no matter what," he runs his fingers through his brother's hair, cradling his head.
Canada tries to struggle, but it is useless. He tries to speak, he wants to say something but it's stuck in his throat - he knows his words will hurt America as much as it will hurt himself - so he forces it down until it chokes him and tears start leaking from the corners of his eyes but he doesn't stop until he can swallow the pain because if he doesn't, there will be no turning back, no way to fix things, no way to put everything back together again. Canada looks up at his brother impassively and America averts his gaze. He bites his lip.
Then who will protect me from you?
Eep, I meant tell me if you don't want dubcon and I'll rewrite. Uh, hope you liked it anyway T-T (runs away)
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Sequel! Squeal! Sequel!
Etc, etc.
Yeaaaaahhhhh I liked it. Way to tackle a seldom-seen kink, and mix all sorts of freaky possessiveness shit in there with it.
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But I have to say, even though sequel would sound fantastic, I would much rather see the prequel to this mess of a relationship...
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I LIKE THE "SOUND" OF BOTH A PREQUEL AND A SEQUEL~!
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I guess what I'm saying is I WOULD LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOREVER IF YOU WROTE THE CONSENSUAL VERSION YOU MENTIONED 8D SRSLY IT WOULD MAKE MY LIFE.
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