There's Nothing Wrong with Me part 2
A/N: So, I decided to post again tonight because everyone had been asking me to make sure to post soon. I'd like to make a point of stating that I don't hate Adrienne. Honestly, I don't know much about her at all, and I really don't care either way. In this story, she's a bitch. This is simply for the progression of the story and slashy goodness. Nothing more, nothing less.
There’s Nothing Wrong with Me 2
Even after Fink had let go of his arm and stopped pressing him into the wall, Billie couldn’t move. His body was too charged up, too overcome. He leaned against the wall for support, eyes shut tight. “Jesus…oh Jesus…Goddammit! Goddamn you Fink!”
“Hush now,” Billie gasped as the skin to skin contact he had so desperately sought was finally provided.
“Let the Rev provide for all of your needs, Billie Boy.” Billie moaned loudly as Twitch’s hand pumped him with expert precision. He knew just how to hold him, just how to touch him, just how to make him squirm with pleasure.
“Ugn…” Billie’s body was breaking out into a sweat and he groaned. Twitch’s hand felt so good; cold on his burning erection. He thrusted into it shamelessly, NEEDING the contact, needing it harder. Twitch got the message and tightened his grip, tugging from the base to the tip.
“Thatta boy now. That’s right. Only the Rev can make you feel this good.” Twitch sucked on Billie’s earlobe as he continued to pleasure the man and Billie moaned in appreciation. Finally, the moment had come, and he came in Twitches hand.
Twitch removed his hand from Billie Joe’s pants and held it up to Fink. “Wanna taste?” Fink smirked, taking Twitch’s digits into his mouth and sucking them, his tongue probing them until they were absolutely clean.
“Mm…” Fink smirked. “Beej sure does taste sweet.” He teased the other man.
Billie panted. This was bad. This was wrong. They were him. He was them. And yet he was so addicted to the violence and cruelty Fink had shown him; to the precision and skill the Rev had displayed. “Oh fuck….oh shit….”
“Oh, don’t worry Beej; there’ll be plenty more to come.” Fink promised.
“Give him break. He’s spent. Ain’t ya Billie Baby?” Twitch grinned to Billie Joe. “C’mon Fink. Let’s go start
some fires and break some households.”
With an almost reluctant sigh, Wilhelm Fink followed his companion away from the alleyway; away from his panting toy. Billie looked up to find himself alone. He sat there for several long moments before finally standing and making his way back to Adie. If things kept up like this, it may be the last time he would ever go back.
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Billie laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. His mind was drifting, caught in a stream of torturous thoughts of the two chaotic beings now running amuck and toying with him. It was frustrating. It was cruel. And he LOVED it.
Adrienne came into the room, sitting on the bed beside him and letting her finger tips draw little circles on his chest. “You look tense, babe. Let me fix that for you.” Her voice was a lusty purr in his ears.
Billie turned over onto his side, shutting of the lamp beside him. “Not tonight Adie.”
“Billie!” She whined, her fingers trailing lower.
He gripped her hand and pulled it off. “I said not tonight. Go to bed Adrienne.” He didn’t want her fingers. He wanted Fink’s. He wanted Twitch’s. God, he was so sick.
“Fine! You can go without for a while you goddamn prick!” She snatched the covers and pulled them up over herself.
Billie snorted. “There’s not that much to miss.”
She shoved him off the side of the bed, his ass meeting the floor painfully. “Go sleep on the couch then!” He almost said something about how it was his house; how his money provided and she would be the one sleeping on the couch if anyone. Instead, he grabbed his coat from off the hook and headed for the door.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!”
“Out. I need a break from your bullshit.” He slammed the door behind him and left the house, making his way out into the cold night air. He sighed and shook his head. Ever since her mom had come to visit, Adie had become quite the bitch. He was sick of it. He married her, not her mom, and if this shit continued they were done. For good.
He walked aimlessly, the buildings and trees beside him blurring from his vision. Where did he take the wrong turn in his life? How had things gotten like this? What happened to his loving wife? His happy home? Where did all the good times go? How did he become so miserable?
“Aw, you look sad, Billie Goat.” The Rev draped an arm over Billie’s shoulders as he began walking beside him. “What’s eating your happy pills?” Billie didn’t answer, just kept walking. “Would it happen to be Hatey Aide?” Twitch asked knowingly. Billie didn’t answer. He was afraid that just by opening his mouth, his misery would lead him to tears. “Listen to me,” Twitch stopped walking, forcing Billie to stop as well and face him. “she doesn’t know how good she’s got it, babe.” He kissed the other man gently on the lips; no tongue, no force, just comfort. His fingers played over his cheeks and up into his hair.
Billie Joe pulled away, his lips swollen. Tears leaked from his emerald eyes, making them glitter. Twitch could feel his own eyes watering at the sight. “She’s changed…”
With a sigh, Twitch took Billie by the wrist and began pulling him off. “C’mon.”
“Where’re we going?” Billie asked, his voice still coated with his sadness.
“You’ll see.” Was Twitch’s reply. He led Billie Joe to a deserted warehouse. He slid in the door, Billie in tow. There were fire burning in barrels towards the middle of the warehouse, and it was there that they found Wilhelm Fink spray-painting a picture on the floor.
Fink looked up to see the crying Billie and raised an eyebrow to Twitch. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Wasn’t me.” Twitch replied, petting Billie’s arm. “Hatey Adie was working on ‘nother masterpiece of misery.”
For once Fink’s eyes softened, and he stood and walked to Billie. He cupped the man’s cheek with one hand and stroked his hair with the other. He leaned in his kissed his eyelids; his lips ghosting over them like a butterfly’s wings. “There now, it’s alright. It don’t matter what she said or did. You’re in good company now.”
Twitch kissed all of the skin that Billie’s clothes had left exposed; his neck, his cheeks, and that spot right behind his ear that made him shiver. The waterworks slowed as he let the other two men comfort his aching heart. Fink was kissing Billie Joe passionately, his tongue twining and probing all throughout the other man’s mouth.
“We’ll make everything all better.”
Billie couldn’t help but relax in the expert hold of his two alter egos as they kissed him sweetly. His stomach fluttered with the feeling of being cared for. Adie rarely made him feel like that anymore. She hadn’t for years. Everything had been slipping away, leaving him in the dust.
Fink pulled away from Billie’s lips just far enough to be able to speak. “I won’t tease you; just this once.” He promised. His fingers walked their way down Billie’s chest and stomach, unzipping his jacket as they went. Twitch pulled it off of him from behind and kissed his way down Billie’s tattooed arms. Billie closed his eyes again and sighed.
Fink lowered himself into a crouch, fiddling with Billie’s belt and zipper. Finally the belt came undone and he yanked it off, throwing it to the floor. He pulled Billie’s zipper quickly and pulled his pants down to his knees. The man’s boxers soon joined them.
Billie was getting harder just from the feel of Fink’s breath on his cock and he whimpered a bit. Fink licked his tip and the whimpering increased. Fink smirked and took all of the frontman’s length into his mouth, his tongue enveloping it and stroking it calculatively.
Twitch’s lips continued to collide with Billie’s neck. He whispered in his ear. “You’re in charge. Tell him what you want, Blowjob Billie.”
“Oh Jesus…Oh fuck…suck it….suck it…” Fink did, humming all the while. The vibrations reverberated in Billie’s erection and he threw back his head and moaned. “Oh…Jesus fucking Christ…don’t stop…please don’t stop…”
Fink didn’t. He swirled his tongue over the head, as if he was licking a lollipop. Then he scraped his teeth against the man lightly, drawing out a strained and pleasured scream. Twitch began to bite into Billie’s neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to have Billie panting and barely able to moan. The raven- haired man leaned against the Rev, unable to support himself anymore. He could feel Fink smirk around his cock.
Fink sucked harder as Billie’s dick pulsed. He could tell the man was close, and was going to bring him all the way. Billie panted and moaned harder and louder. His fingers gripped Fink’s hair tightly until they ached. He was overcome by a wave of unbearable pleasure and his knees buckled as he came in Fink’s mouth. Fink swallowed it down and licked his lips, coming up to kiss Billie and let him taste himself.
Twitch leaned down to whisper in Billie’s ear. “See, Billie Baby; we can make everything all better.”
Fink spoke into against his mouth. “We know just how to take care of you.”
There’s Nothing Wrong with Me 2
Even after Fink had let go of his arm and stopped pressing him into the wall, Billie couldn’t move. His body was too charged up, too overcome. He leaned against the wall for support, eyes shut tight. “Jesus…oh Jesus…Goddammit! Goddamn you Fink!”
“Hush now,” Billie gasped as the skin to skin contact he had so desperately sought was finally provided.
“Let the Rev provide for all of your needs, Billie Boy.” Billie moaned loudly as Twitch’s hand pumped him with expert precision. He knew just how to hold him, just how to touch him, just how to make him squirm with pleasure.
“Ugn…” Billie’s body was breaking out into a sweat and he groaned. Twitch’s hand felt so good; cold on his burning erection. He thrusted into it shamelessly, NEEDING the contact, needing it harder. Twitch got the message and tightened his grip, tugging from the base to the tip.
“Thatta boy now. That’s right. Only the Rev can make you feel this good.” Twitch sucked on Billie’s earlobe as he continued to pleasure the man and Billie moaned in appreciation. Finally, the moment had come, and he came in Twitches hand.
Twitch removed his hand from Billie Joe’s pants and held it up to Fink. “Wanna taste?” Fink smirked, taking Twitch’s digits into his mouth and sucking them, his tongue probing them until they were absolutely clean.
“Mm…” Fink smirked. “Beej sure does taste sweet.” He teased the other man.
Billie panted. This was bad. This was wrong. They were him. He was them. And yet he was so addicted to the violence and cruelty Fink had shown him; to the precision and skill the Rev had displayed. “Oh fuck….oh shit….”
“Oh, don’t worry Beej; there’ll be plenty more to come.” Fink promised.
“Give him break. He’s spent. Ain’t ya Billie Baby?” Twitch grinned to Billie Joe. “C’mon Fink. Let’s go start
some fires and break some households.”
With an almost reluctant sigh, Wilhelm Fink followed his companion away from the alleyway; away from his panting toy. Billie looked up to find himself alone. He sat there for several long moments before finally standing and making his way back to Adie. If things kept up like this, it may be the last time he would ever go back.
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Billie laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. His mind was drifting, caught in a stream of torturous thoughts of the two chaotic beings now running amuck and toying with him. It was frustrating. It was cruel. And he LOVED it.
Adrienne came into the room, sitting on the bed beside him and letting her finger tips draw little circles on his chest. “You look tense, babe. Let me fix that for you.” Her voice was a lusty purr in his ears.
Billie turned over onto his side, shutting of the lamp beside him. “Not tonight Adie.”
“Billie!” She whined, her fingers trailing lower.
He gripped her hand and pulled it off. “I said not tonight. Go to bed Adrienne.” He didn’t want her fingers. He wanted Fink’s. He wanted Twitch’s. God, he was so sick.
“Fine! You can go without for a while you goddamn prick!” She snatched the covers and pulled them up over herself.
Billie snorted. “There’s not that much to miss.”
She shoved him off the side of the bed, his ass meeting the floor painfully. “Go sleep on the couch then!” He almost said something about how it was his house; how his money provided and she would be the one sleeping on the couch if anyone. Instead, he grabbed his coat from off the hook and headed for the door.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!”
“Out. I need a break from your bullshit.” He slammed the door behind him and left the house, making his way out into the cold night air. He sighed and shook his head. Ever since her mom had come to visit, Adie had become quite the bitch. He was sick of it. He married her, not her mom, and if this shit continued they were done. For good.
He walked aimlessly, the buildings and trees beside him blurring from his vision. Where did he take the wrong turn in his life? How had things gotten like this? What happened to his loving wife? His happy home? Where did all the good times go? How did he become so miserable?
“Aw, you look sad, Billie Goat.” The Rev draped an arm over Billie’s shoulders as he began walking beside him. “What’s eating your happy pills?” Billie didn’t answer, just kept walking. “Would it happen to be Hatey Aide?” Twitch asked knowingly. Billie didn’t answer. He was afraid that just by opening his mouth, his misery would lead him to tears. “Listen to me,” Twitch stopped walking, forcing Billie to stop as well and face him. “she doesn’t know how good she’s got it, babe.” He kissed the other man gently on the lips; no tongue, no force, just comfort. His fingers played over his cheeks and up into his hair.
Billie Joe pulled away, his lips swollen. Tears leaked from his emerald eyes, making them glitter. Twitch could feel his own eyes watering at the sight. “She’s changed…”
With a sigh, Twitch took Billie by the wrist and began pulling him off. “C’mon.”
“Where’re we going?” Billie asked, his voice still coated with his sadness.
“You’ll see.” Was Twitch’s reply. He led Billie Joe to a deserted warehouse. He slid in the door, Billie in tow. There were fire burning in barrels towards the middle of the warehouse, and it was there that they found Wilhelm Fink spray-painting a picture on the floor.
Fink looked up to see the crying Billie and raised an eyebrow to Twitch. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Wasn’t me.” Twitch replied, petting Billie’s arm. “Hatey Adie was working on ‘nother masterpiece of misery.”
For once Fink’s eyes softened, and he stood and walked to Billie. He cupped the man’s cheek with one hand and stroked his hair with the other. He leaned in his kissed his eyelids; his lips ghosting over them like a butterfly’s wings. “There now, it’s alright. It don’t matter what she said or did. You’re in good company now.”
Twitch kissed all of the skin that Billie’s clothes had left exposed; his neck, his cheeks, and that spot right behind his ear that made him shiver. The waterworks slowed as he let the other two men comfort his aching heart. Fink was kissing Billie Joe passionately, his tongue twining and probing all throughout the other man’s mouth.
“We’ll make everything all better.”
Billie couldn’t help but relax in the expert hold of his two alter egos as they kissed him sweetly. His stomach fluttered with the feeling of being cared for. Adie rarely made him feel like that anymore. She hadn’t for years. Everything had been slipping away, leaving him in the dust.
Fink pulled away from Billie’s lips just far enough to be able to speak. “I won’t tease you; just this once.” He promised. His fingers walked their way down Billie’s chest and stomach, unzipping his jacket as they went. Twitch pulled it off of him from behind and kissed his way down Billie’s tattooed arms. Billie closed his eyes again and sighed.
Fink lowered himself into a crouch, fiddling with Billie’s belt and zipper. Finally the belt came undone and he yanked it off, throwing it to the floor. He pulled Billie’s zipper quickly and pulled his pants down to his knees. The man’s boxers soon joined them.
Billie was getting harder just from the feel of Fink’s breath on his cock and he whimpered a bit. Fink licked his tip and the whimpering increased. Fink smirked and took all of the frontman’s length into his mouth, his tongue enveloping it and stroking it calculatively.
Twitch’s lips continued to collide with Billie’s neck. He whispered in his ear. “You’re in charge. Tell him what you want, Blowjob Billie.”
“Oh Jesus…Oh fuck…suck it….suck it…” Fink did, humming all the while. The vibrations reverberated in Billie’s erection and he threw back his head and moaned. “Oh…Jesus fucking Christ…don’t stop…please don’t stop…”
Fink didn’t. He swirled his tongue over the head, as if he was licking a lollipop. Then he scraped his teeth against the man lightly, drawing out a strained and pleasured scream. Twitch began to bite into Billie’s neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to have Billie panting and barely able to moan. The raven- haired man leaned against the Rev, unable to support himself anymore. He could feel Fink smirk around his cock.
Fink sucked harder as Billie’s dick pulsed. He could tell the man was close, and was going to bring him all the way. Billie panted and moaned harder and louder. His fingers gripped Fink’s hair tightly until they ached. He was overcome by a wave of unbearable pleasure and his knees buckled as he came in Fink’s mouth. Fink swallowed it down and licked his lips, coming up to kiss Billie and let him taste himself.
Twitch leaned down to whisper in Billie’s ear. “See, Billie Baby; we can make everything all better.”
Fink spoke into against his mouth. “We know just how to take care of you.”