Sapientia Et Veritas, Et Non
"Today is born the seventh one
Born of woman the seventh son
And he in turn of a seventh son
He has the power to heal
He has the gift of the second sight
He is the chosen one
So it shall be written
So it shall be done"
You might've guessed it: We are on the 7th prompt post. Hurray!
And although seven is "the most magical number there is", the rules for ( Read more... )
A shoe nudged his face and pressed against his bloodied mouth. "Lick it," came the unexpected command, and there was a slight slackening in the tie around his neck that allowed his head to drop to the black leather of the shoe in question.
As Ed licked, his burning tongue lapping frantically at the smooth surface while their laughter echoed around him, he was tempted to glance up. For a fraction of a second he saw Alastair's grey eyes looking down at him, caught between amusement and contempt, and then one of the others forced his head back down with a foot.
"Come here, pet, it's Peter's turn at last. Don't keep him waiting, now."
Strong hands closed around his shoulders and hauled him to his feet. Ed squealed in protest, babbling out nonsense in the vain hope he'd be released, but Tony pinched his cheek and forcefully bent him double. Behind Ed, Peter was grinding up against him, pushing a thigh between his and opening his trousers with a few inaudible words to his accomplices.
"Don't worry about that," Tony replied casually, stroking Ed's downturned face and lazilly dragging his cock through the younger man's hair. "Just fuck the fat little slut and leave the rest to me."
Obediently, Peter fucked Ed with breathtaking force, his thighs clenching around the arse of the younger man. Ed wondered whether his throbbing hole would ever return to normal after this assault; he tried to imagine it wasn't happening, that somehow he was just an impartial observer, or somewhere far, far away and safe... safe, yes, wrapped in Gordon's protective arms instead of the helpless and vulnerable plaything of these monsters.
He was still being fucked, Peter's fingernails sharp and unforgiving on his hips as Tony grabbed him by the hair, pushed up his face and spat on it, to a grimace of satisfaction from Alastair. The saliva trickled out of Ed's eye and mixed with the semen already there.
Fingers wound around the tie, almost too tight for Ed to breathe. Two pairs of hands guided his face back down, this time onto Alastair's cock. As soon as Peter was done Tony took over, and they circulated like this for a while; Ed lost track of how long he'd been held down, with one man fucking his hole and another fucking his throat, while the third probed his most intimate areas or simply sat back and watched with a sick look of enjoyment of the whole thing.
"I don't know if I can keep this up much longer," yawned Peter, almost bored. By this time Ed was slipping away from consciousness, and grateful for it. "Shall we send him back to Gordon now? Or let him spend the night in the broom closet? Poor little cockholster doesn't look like he'd notice either way..."
"I think they'll need him back at the Treasury," Tony murmured, glancing at his watch. "You two - put his clothes on him."
"Let him dress himself."
"I said dress him," snapped Tony. Through swollen eyelids, Ed could see right to the older man's back teeth. He shuddered. "He's going to need what little strength he's got to make it out of here. Somehow, I don't think he'll be telling anyone."
Yeah. Yeah, Ed already knew this wasn't one to spread around. While Peter stuffed his arm through the sleeve of his jacket, Ed bit his lip to suppress the tears. Gordon would understand. Once he showed Gordon what they'd done to him, justice would be just around the corner.
- fin -
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So very intense and wonderfully written. I really felt for Ed throughout the whole ordeal. It's also got the unusual aspect of Peter being one of the bad guys for once, whereas he is usually in Ed's position in these NuLab fics. I wasn't sure I could believe him as a baddie after reading so many woobie!Peter fics, but you made it work.
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