8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
They’re brothers, not clones, and though they share everything, they don’t like it the same.
David hates being vulnerable, powerless, but the situation reversed drives Ed wild, until he’s past speaking, and breathless, and pushing back into David’s touch, wanton and desperate.
He loves Ed, in all the ways he shouldn’t, and so he can’t deny him it, even though it discomforts him, and makes him feel like a monster. He’s shackled Ed’s wrists to the bed, and buckled the ball gag behind his head. He kisses Ed’s cheek before he covers his face with the cloth bag, because Ed is so beautiful and he’d rather they didn’t do it like this, so he could see him.
Ed is restless beneath him, and he has to settle for kissing his back, and touching his skin reverently. Ed likes it when he strikes him, hard enough to bruise, but David can’t do it often because he was born to protect Ed, and he can’t bear the thought of hurting him.
In spite of it all it’s still a turn on, because Ed is making strange whining noises around the gag, and when David’s mapped the length of his spine, continues lower until his tongue is pressed against his hole, Ed pushes back against him, frantically.
He’s meant to punish Ed for that, for being forward and disobedient, but it’d only be punishing himself so instead he continues with what he’s doing, working his tongue deeper.
They don’t go all out like this much, with gags and chains and head coverings, because David likes to hear Ed, and to see how much he enjoys it. It’s this thought which stops him from untying Ed and removing it all; it’s what Ed wants, has explicitly asked for, and he shouldn’t deny him it.
He has to go on Ed’s movements alone, the way he squirms and jerks and convulses, and when he finally replaces his tongue with his fingers he’s left in no doubt as to whether Ed approves of it.
Things progress, and he can’t keep his own eyes open, because it’s too much, being with Ed like this, and it always has been. He’d hated himself so much, before Ed confessed to him, and he still does though now it’s easier, because they’re sharing the burden.
Ed’s still afterwards, the way he often is, and David has to force himself not to worry, because this side of Ed has always driven him to panic. He can’t bite it back though, when he releases Ed’s wrists, and rubs for circulation, realising, with a sickening jolt, that he can’t feel anything.
He can scarcely breathe then, and when his numb fingers get the rest of the stuff off, he really is sick, all over the carpet. He tries CPR, though he can’t stop shaking and it’s been years since he last did any training.
It doesn’t work, and he pleads with Ed, and sobs, and yells at him that he has to wake up, because it isn’t funny and he has to. He sits, finally, with Ed’s head in his lap, and pets at his hair with one hand while he rings the emergency services.
He drops the phone over the side of the bed once he’s done, and he clings to Ed tighter, surveying the mess around them. He can’t cover it up, any of it, he knows, and so there’s no point in trying.
Ed’s skin feels frozen to his touch, or maybe it’s his own imagination, and he can see the Mail headlines, and the jury’s look of repulsed hatred. They have to prise them apart when they arrive, and somebody wraps a blanket around his shoulders.
They tell him that he’s in shock, and that things will be alright, if he just follows them to the ambulance. They won’t, he knows, and he says so, because it’s not himself he’s led down this path. It’s his brother.
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..wow. Seriously.
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