FIC: Right 'Round (Barriel; Rated R; one-shot)
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers apply.
Title: Right 'Round
Pairing: Barriel (Wade Barrett/Justin Gabriel)
Rating: R
Summary: It's a circle, I mean cycle...
Author's Notes: I haven't written a full fic for Barriel in a while, and it was great to finally be able to do it. I hope you guys enjoy this. My Barriel is quite different from my Centon, and I love exploring THIS side of Barrett quite a bit, so let me know what you think! :D
Dedication: To thejamz, because this is her birthday present, and it's two weeks late, but LOL, here you go! Good luck with your Magenta audition, bb, you're gonna be great!; To murderedmuffins, because I'm pretty sure given the chance, she'd knock Justin Gabriel right out of where he is in this fic and put herself there. Oh yeah.
X-posted to: marcianafics, thedarkangels and lady_tavington
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Right 'Round
a BARRIEL one-shot
by MARCIANA (lady_tavington)
Justin Gabriel is at his wits’ end.
It’s come to a point where he no longer knows what to do with himself. It’s now started to eat away at him, invade his important thoughts and seep into his nightly dreams. It’s not just a situation anymore - it’s a problem. A problem with no discernable solution. Not by a long shot.
It is this very problem that has him walking around backstage, all alone with only his most perplexed musings for company. It’s that constant pounding somewhere in the back of his head, and that ringing in his ears, and that non-existent itch on his nape that he has a compulsion to scratch, and that swooping sensation in his stomach, and that weird, random, involuntary quivering of his thumb or index finger. It’s what keeps him up at night and violently wakes him in the morning.
And there’s really only one person to blame for it all.
Strong arms suddenly grab him, pulling him into some dark, deserted, neglected corridor of the arena. He finds himself with a hand over his mouth, his back pressed against a hard chest, and an undeniable poking between his ass cheeks.
Speak of the devil.
“Hullo hullo, dirty little Gabriel,” Wade breathes into his ear as he pulls Justin further along the narrow corridor, almost to the dead end, “I noticed you’ve been avoiding me.”
Justin launches a curse at him, muffled almost completely by Wade’s much bigger hand around his face.
“Tsk, tsk, Justin,” Wade chuckles darkly, “I hardly think that’s language becoming of an angel.”
Now a safe distance from any prying eyes, sufficiently hidden in the dark, Wade lets Justin go long enough to spin him around and push him flush against the wall. Justin’s back hits it with a sharp slapping sound as Wade traps him there, both arms planted against the wall on either side of Justin.
“No way out, as usual,” Justin mutters sardonically.
“Just the way we like it,” Wade remarks, smirking.
“You’re a coward, Wade Barrett,” Justin replies darkly, voice low to keep anyone within earshot from hearing (although he’s pretty sure they’re too far in to be heard), “You only attack when you’re sure your victim is alone, vulnerable and defenceless. And always only from behind.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Wade answers, still grinning out the corner of his mouth as he begins to lean into Justin for a kiss.
“Stay away from me,” Justin hisses.
Wade just chuckles. “And isn’t that just why I like you, Justin,” he says, so close now that Justin can feel his breath on his skin, “Feisty and defiant to the...Well, I can’t really say ‘to the end,’ now, can I? It always gets to a point where it becomes less, ‘Get away from me,’ and more ‘Harder,’ or ‘Faster’ or ‘Give me more, Wade, don’t stop.’”
Justin can feel himself blushing, and wonders if Wade can see it in the darkness. “I don’t want you, Wade,” he says, but even in his own head, his voice sounds weak.
Without warning, Wade’s hand shoots down and roughly grabs between Justin’s legs, making him gasp. “Keep telling yourself that, Justin,” he chuckles, “Maybe someday, you’ll believe it. But for now?”
And with that, his lips crash against Justin’s, Justin’s head hitting the wall with a dull thud. As momentary but familiar pain shoots from the back of his head, Wade’s tongue begins its invasion of Justin’s mouth, claiming possession and enforcing dominance. Justin is left helpless and whimpering, caught with no escape between Wade before him and the wall behind him. Wade begins to rub Justin’s wakening cock through his jeans, and Justin finds himself clinging desperately to Wade, unsure if he wants him to stop, or if he wants him to go faster.
“Not here,” Justin pleads, panting for breath when Wade breaks away to move his mouth on Justin’s throat, a hand grabbing at his hair and pulling his head back, “Wade, someone could see...”
“That’s adorable,” Wade laughs almost evilly, “The way you pretend you’re not getting hard just by thinking about being seen, I mean.”
Justin groans in response, knowing he can’t lie to Wade and have him believe it. Instead, he tries to push Wade away, but his body is betraying him, already giving in to Wade although his mind is still protesting.
“Just get away from me,” he says again, but his voice is weak, almost pathetic.
“Look at you,” Wade says, “We’ve barely even started and already you’re begging. And you wonder why you get me so fucking hard every damn time.”
Wade bites down hard where Justin’s neck and shoulder meet, and Justin lets out an abrupt cry, fingers pulling at Wade’s sleeves.
Wade takes his hands off of Justin as his tongue soothes the bite, but only long enough to undo the button and fly of his own pants. Kissing Justin hard again, he pushes his jeans and boxers down, takes one of Justin’s hands, and wraps it around his rock-hard erection, hissing at the sensation.
“On your knees,” he commands silkily, “I want my dick in your mouth.”
Justin spits at him. Wade turns his head, but the spit still lands on his cheek. He chuckles low, dark, wiping the spit with his thumb and then sucking it into his mouth. He grabs Justin’s neck with one hand, gripping hard enough to threaten, but not tight enough to completely constrict. Justin gasps, caught off-guard.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” Wade hisses dangerously, “Suck. My fucking. cock.”
“Sir, yes sir,” Justin replies angrily behind gritted teeth. Wade lets him go at last. Justin glares at him, but nevertheless sinks to his knees, Wade taking a step or two back to give him space, takes Wade’s erection in his hand and wraps his lips around the head, giving it a sharp suck. Despite himself, he begins to move, bobbing his head steadily and hollowing his cheeks to suck hard on Wade. His fist moves to meet his mouth, stroking Wade tightly.
“Fuck, yes,” Wade moans quietly, a hand in Justin’s immaculate hair as he watches Justin in what little light there is.
Justin’s tongue swirls around the head, teasing at the slit and licking up the leaking pre-come. It teases at the sensitive vein running underneath the shaft. His teeth graze the skin almost dangerously, his own threat to Wade that he knows he probably won’t have the heart to follow through with anyway. Before long, Wade is moving his hips, fucking Justin’s mouth with slow, steady thrusts, and Justin takes him in, inch by inch, moaning around him because, though he will never admit it out loud to Wade, he actually rather likes this, the tenting in his jeans a defiant giveaway.
“Take it all in,” Wade demands hoarsely, tugging at Justin’s hair as he pushes his hips further against his face, until the tip of his cock is nudging the back of Justin’s throat. Justin gags, and Wade, chuckling pulls out completely.
“Relax,” he says, deceptively soothing. When Justin takes him into his mouth again, he pushes all the way in again, and Justin whimpers, trying desperately to relax his throat to keep from gagging. He succeeds this time, and lets out a breath of relief when Wade pulls back out.
“There you go,” Wade says softly, stroking Justin’s hair sweetly, “That’s my dirty little angel. Come on, Justin, you can take it, you always take it...” And he slides his dick into Justin’s mouth again, going straight in. With the hand on Justin’s head, he keeps Justin there as long as he wants, the heat and the wetness of Justin’s mouth almost too much to handle. It’s only when Justin moans loudly that Wade finally lets him go, pulling out completely.
“Such a talented mouth you’ve got, little angel Gabriel,” Wade growls, his voice low and gruff, “Such a hot, wet, talented mouth.” He grips Justin’s head in both hands, holding him still as his cock re-enters Justin’s mouth. He rolls his hips slowly, smoothly, and Justin actually moans. His hand wraps around Wade’s sac and squeezes slowly but tightly, and Wade groans, his knees nearly buckling. Nearly.
But just as Justin is beginning to really enjoy himself, Wade’s thrusting becomes rougher, faster, and Justin is gagging again, unprepared for Wade’s violence. He grips Wade’s hips and pulls himself away to make him stop, and Wade growls in disapproval.
“Did I say you could stop?” Wade admonishes, bending low to slap Justin across the face, “You don’t stop unless I say you can. I thought I already made this clear before.”
“You can’t fucking hurt me and think you’ll get away with it, you know,” Justin shoots back, and Wade just laughs.
“But I do, Justin,” Wade replies, pulling at Justin’s shirt to get him back up on his feet, “I always do. You know why? Because you let me. You know why you let me? Because you know you love all this, just as much as I do. And that’s why you hate me so much, because you think you’re not supposed to want this at all. All the violence, and the roughness...You think you shouldn’t love it, but you crave for it more than your next breath. I’m the only one who can give it to you like this, and you know it, and that’s why you hate me for it.”
Justin looks away, hating that Wade is right about him. Even now, he can feel his cock twitching almost painfully behind his pants, and try as hard as he might, he can’t deny how much he needs to take his clothes off and have Wade just fuck the pain and confusion right out of him.
“Stop fighting it, Justin,” Wade breathes into his ear, lips unnervingly gentle on his skin, “Stop fighting what you know you really want and just take it. Give in. It’ll hurt a lot less, trust me.”
Wade’s voice, so silky smooth and yet so dangerous, in Justin’s ear is an aphrodisiac. He’s vaguely aware that Wade is beginning to rid him of his pants, using his bigger body to sandwich Justin between himself and the wall. Wade’s voice is swimming in his head, the taste of him still lingering in his mouth and on his tongue, and he can’t make heads or tails of what he’s really thinking right now.
“What if I want it to hurt?” he asks in reply, and for the first time since being accosted by Wade, his voice is clear, his tone strong and sure, and unstoppably tempting.
Wade smirks heavily at him. “That, I can definitely do,” he replies.
When Wade kisses him deeply this time, Justin kisses back in earnest, giving as much as he’s taking, clinging to Wade’s skin and tugging at his shirt. Wade has a hand around both their cocks, pressing them together as he moves his hips, and Justin can’t help moaning into Wade’s mouth at the sensation as Wade strokes them both, his dick the dominant one.
“Say it,” Wade whispers hoarsely, “Say it. Out loud.”
“Fuck me, Wade,” Justin replies, helpless to stop the words from coming out of his mouth.
Wade pulls at his thigh, and Justin steps out of his bottoms and shoes. Wade grabs his thighs and pulls them around himself, his cock positioned perfectly at Justin’s hole.
“You want it?” Wade asks, although he already knows the answer.
“Fucking want it,” Justin replies, not surprised but slightly dismayed at his answer, “Give it to me.”
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re not gonna be able to walk for days,” Wade threatens darkly.
“Just the way we like it,” Justin finishes for him.
And with that, Wade shoves in, pushing past the tight ring of muscle until only a scant few inches of himself is left outside Justin’s body. Justin cries out loudly in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and his nails dig into Wade’s shoulder. Groaning softly, Wade pulls out almost completely, only to thrust roughly back in, getting nearly all of himself inside this time, and the cry torn from Justin’s throat is almost animalistic. Wade begins to move, slow but rough, teeth gritted as he watches Justin’s face.
“God, Wade,” Justin whimpers, “Fuck...ow...”
For Wade is deliberately missing his prostate, choosing his own pleasure over Justin’s as his hips thrust upward hard into Justin.
“Fucking tight, Justin,” Wade growls into Justin’s skin, “Like a vice...And so fucking hot...You’re so beautiful when you’re taking it like this.”
“Can’t,” Justin pleads, “Wade, I can’t take it, fuck, it hurts...It just hurts, feels like you’re splitting me in two, fuck...”
But Wade doesn’t ease up, and in fact thrusts harder, rougher, all of his erection now stuffing Justin completely with every entry. Justin whimpers and moans, unable to take Wade’s onslaught but hardly able to deny that he does want it like this, and want it badly. Otherwise, he wouldn’t keep coming back. Justin manoeuvres a hand down between them, stroking his own cock in an effort to distract himself from the hot pain, but it only serves to make Wade more violent.
“God, that’s beautiful,” he says, voice jumping with every pump, “Faster, Justin, move your hand faster, make yourself come while my cock is in your ass.”
“Make it good, Wade, please,” Justin begs, “Need it to be good, need you to make it good for me.”
“No,” Wade answers, and Justin moans in both frustration and lust, “Not yet. You need to take it like this and I need to give it like this. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
Justin doesn’t believe that last statement, doesn’t think Wade Barrett has a caring bone in his delicious body, but he knows the rest of what Wade said is right. The way Wade fucks him without pleasure at first always makes him crave for it more, so that when Wade finally does give it to him, it’s absolutely mind-blowing.
“Shit, Wade,” he finds himself groaning, “That’s it, hurt me, fuck, ow...”
Wade growls lecherously, and speeds up his pace. Behind gritted teeth, Justin mimics the sound, his insides on fire, his mind reeling, his cock leaking pre-come onto his fingers. Wade squeezes at Justin’s thighs, pulling them further apart, giving him more access to go deeper and at the same time pushing Justin down further onto him and making him take it deeper. They both try to keep their sounds down, but the faster that Wade is going, the louder he’s becoming, and Justin knows Wade isn’t going to last much longer.
“Are you gonna come, Justin?” Wade asks him, his rhythm steady but quick, his grip bruising, “Are you gonna fucking ruin yourself all over the both of us? Coz I can feel it already, angel, I’m starting to get close...You’re so fucking tight and so hot, I’m not gonna last much longer...I’ve been so fucking hard for almost an hour, I was wanking in my locker room thinking about you, but it wasn’t enough...It’s never enough just thinking about you.”
“God,” Justin groans, barely able to believe that he’s currently witness to a rare moment of actual romance from Wade Barrett (albeit, it’s Wade’s own twisted version of romance, but romance nonetheless), “Just...Oh God, Wade, please, wanna come, want you to make me come...”
Wade pulls out, and gingerly lets Justin off of him, hoarsely telling him to turn and face the wall. Justin doesn’t need to be told twice. With his palms flat against the wall and his legs spread considerably, he juts his hips out slightly, offering himself to Wade and his romantic violence.
Wade wastes little time getting back inside Justin. He goes slow at first, but all the way in, his hips flat against Justin’s ass, and Justin groans in encouragement and need.
“Wade, please,” he begs again.
Wade no longer denies him, and re-angles himself, so that when he next thrusts in, his cock finally brushes against Justin’s prostate. Justin lets out a delicious moan, going rigid, his muscles taut underneath his skin as real pleasure finally washes over him.
“Oh shit, Wade, right there,” he whimpers, bucking backward against Wade, “Hard and fast, right there, make me effing scream for you.”
“Fuck yes,” Wade pants, pulling out to the head and then sliding back in hard, rocking Justin’s body before him, hitting Justin’s prostate full-on. At Justin’s muttered curse, he speeds up, snaking a hand around Justin’s waist and wrapping a hand around his cock. He begins to stroke Justin in time with the rhythm of his hips, and Justin finds himself having to bite down on his hand to keep from moaning too loudly.
“So good, Justin,” Wade whispers, “Fuck, so good...and all mine...All fucking mine...”
“Wade, fucking yes,” Justin breathes, “I’m yours, just don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”
Justin clenches around Wade, who growls in approval, gripping at Justin’s shoulder to fuck into him harder. His fingers and nails dig hard into Justin’s shoulder, and they’re both sure there will be marks there for days.
“How does that feel, Justin?” Wade groans darkly, “Does that fucking hurt you, baby?”
“Hurts, Wade,” Justin replies breathlessly, “Hurts so good...Keep stroking me, Wade, almost there, fuck, I feel like I’m on fire...”
“Me first,” Wade demands, moving his hand down from Justin’s shoulder to his hip, “You don’t come until I’m done.”
Justin lets out a moan, but whether it’s in desperation or acquiescence, he isn’t sure. His nails scratch vainly at the wall for purchase as Wade’s rhythm begins to stutter, and his moaning becomes more erratic and breathless.
“Fuck, gonna come,” he gasps, “Clench around me, Justin, want you as tight as you can be when I come...Shit, yeah, just like that...”
But Justin isn’t ready to let him win completely. With a hand, Justin tightens the grip Wade has on his cock, and moves their hands quickly, bucking forward into their fists until -
“Fuck, gonna---Shit, yeah, coming,” Justin moans, “God, Wade, I’m coming...So good...”
The growl that Wade lets out is one of disapproval. He forces Justin’s hand off of his, and grips Justin’s hips as tightly as he possibly can.
“Bastard,” he says gruffly, “I said me first...Goddamn fucking slag...”
He continues to pump hard into Justin, his thrusting becoming harder as he draws closer. Too close now, he pulls Justin flush against him with one hand, which he wraps around Justin’s throat dangerously. Growling roughly, he pulls out, pushing Justin’s shirt up and stroking his erection quickly and tightly, fist twisting until finally, ribbons of his seed come spurting out, splashing onto Justin’s skin. He muffles his sounds against Justin’s shoulder, his grip on Justin’s neck tightening and then loosening erratically. Just before his release ends, he manages to force himself back inside Justin, pumping the remainder of his come into him. Justin protests weakly, his air slightly cut-off by the hand Wade has on his throat. Wade gives Justin a few distanced thrusts, until he feels himself beginning to soften, before finally pulling out.
“Always a pleasure working with you, Gabriel,” Wade hisses into Justin’s ear, letting him go at last and recomposing himself, although not a hair on his head has moved out of place the entire time.
Justin exhales deeply, catching his breath again, and with every intake of air, he feels his anger and frustration seep back in. Quickly, he draws his shirt down and pulls his pants back on, knowing he’ll have a bit of trouble getting to the showers as fast as he can.
“I hate you,” Justin spits out as Wade begins to walk away.
“Of course you do,” Wade replies, not bothering to turn back around to face Justin, “At least until the next time I get you alone.”
“There won’t be a ‘next time,’” Justin answers.
“We’ll see,” Wade snorts, turning the corner and disappearing, leaving Justin heaving with a mixture of loathing and lust weighing heavily on his insides.
~ THE END. ~
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Love Lots And God Bless!
~ MARCIANA ~
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Title: Right 'Round
Pairing: Barriel (Wade Barrett/Justin Gabriel)
Rating: R
Summary: It's a circle, I mean cycle...
Author's Notes: I haven't written a full fic for Barriel in a while, and it was great to finally be able to do it. I hope you guys enjoy this. My Barriel is quite different from my Centon, and I love exploring THIS side of Barrett quite a bit, so let me know what you think! :D
Dedication: To thejamz, because this is her birthday present, and it's two weeks late, but LOL, here you go! Good luck with your Magenta audition, bb, you're gonna be great!; To murderedmuffins, because I'm pretty sure given the chance, she'd knock Justin Gabriel right out of where he is in this fic and put herself there. Oh yeah.
X-posted to: marcianafics, thedarkangels and lady_tavington
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Right 'Round
a BARRIEL one-shot
by MARCIANA (lady_tavington)
Justin Gabriel is at his wits’ end.
It’s come to a point where he no longer knows what to do with himself. It’s now started to eat away at him, invade his important thoughts and seep into his nightly dreams. It’s not just a situation anymore - it’s a problem. A problem with no discernable solution. Not by a long shot.
It is this very problem that has him walking around backstage, all alone with only his most perplexed musings for company. It’s that constant pounding somewhere in the back of his head, and that ringing in his ears, and that non-existent itch on his nape that he has a compulsion to scratch, and that swooping sensation in his stomach, and that weird, random, involuntary quivering of his thumb or index finger. It’s what keeps him up at night and violently wakes him in the morning.
And there’s really only one person to blame for it all.
Strong arms suddenly grab him, pulling him into some dark, deserted, neglected corridor of the arena. He finds himself with a hand over his mouth, his back pressed against a hard chest, and an undeniable poking between his ass cheeks.
Speak of the devil.
“Hullo hullo, dirty little Gabriel,” Wade breathes into his ear as he pulls Justin further along the narrow corridor, almost to the dead end, “I noticed you’ve been avoiding me.”
Justin launches a curse at him, muffled almost completely by Wade’s much bigger hand around his face.
“Tsk, tsk, Justin,” Wade chuckles darkly, “I hardly think that’s language becoming of an angel.”
Now a safe distance from any prying eyes, sufficiently hidden in the dark, Wade lets Justin go long enough to spin him around and push him flush against the wall. Justin’s back hits it with a sharp slapping sound as Wade traps him there, both arms planted against the wall on either side of Justin.
“No way out, as usual,” Justin mutters sardonically.
“Just the way we like it,” Wade remarks, smirking.
“You’re a coward, Wade Barrett,” Justin replies darkly, voice low to keep anyone within earshot from hearing (although he’s pretty sure they’re too far in to be heard), “You only attack when you’re sure your victim is alone, vulnerable and defenceless. And always only from behind.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Wade answers, still grinning out the corner of his mouth as he begins to lean into Justin for a kiss.
“Stay away from me,” Justin hisses.
Wade just chuckles. “And isn’t that just why I like you, Justin,” he says, so close now that Justin can feel his breath on his skin, “Feisty and defiant to the...Well, I can’t really say ‘to the end,’ now, can I? It always gets to a point where it becomes less, ‘Get away from me,’ and more ‘Harder,’ or ‘Faster’ or ‘Give me more, Wade, don’t stop.’”
Justin can feel himself blushing, and wonders if Wade can see it in the darkness. “I don’t want you, Wade,” he says, but even in his own head, his voice sounds weak.
Without warning, Wade’s hand shoots down and roughly grabs between Justin’s legs, making him gasp. “Keep telling yourself that, Justin,” he chuckles, “Maybe someday, you’ll believe it. But for now?”
And with that, his lips crash against Justin’s, Justin’s head hitting the wall with a dull thud. As momentary but familiar pain shoots from the back of his head, Wade’s tongue begins its invasion of Justin’s mouth, claiming possession and enforcing dominance. Justin is left helpless and whimpering, caught with no escape between Wade before him and the wall behind him. Wade begins to rub Justin’s wakening cock through his jeans, and Justin finds himself clinging desperately to Wade, unsure if he wants him to stop, or if he wants him to go faster.
“Not here,” Justin pleads, panting for breath when Wade breaks away to move his mouth on Justin’s throat, a hand grabbing at his hair and pulling his head back, “Wade, someone could see...”
“That’s adorable,” Wade laughs almost evilly, “The way you pretend you’re not getting hard just by thinking about being seen, I mean.”
Justin groans in response, knowing he can’t lie to Wade and have him believe it. Instead, he tries to push Wade away, but his body is betraying him, already giving in to Wade although his mind is still protesting.
“Just get away from me,” he says again, but his voice is weak, almost pathetic.
“Look at you,” Wade says, “We’ve barely even started and already you’re begging. And you wonder why you get me so fucking hard every damn time.”
Wade bites down hard where Justin’s neck and shoulder meet, and Justin lets out an abrupt cry, fingers pulling at Wade’s sleeves.
Wade takes his hands off of Justin as his tongue soothes the bite, but only long enough to undo the button and fly of his own pants. Kissing Justin hard again, he pushes his jeans and boxers down, takes one of Justin’s hands, and wraps it around his rock-hard erection, hissing at the sensation.
“On your knees,” he commands silkily, “I want my dick in your mouth.”
Justin spits at him. Wade turns his head, but the spit still lands on his cheek. He chuckles low, dark, wiping the spit with his thumb and then sucking it into his mouth. He grabs Justin’s neck with one hand, gripping hard enough to threaten, but not tight enough to completely constrict. Justin gasps, caught off-guard.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” Wade hisses dangerously, “Suck. My fucking. cock.”
“Sir, yes sir,” Justin replies angrily behind gritted teeth. Wade lets him go at last. Justin glares at him, but nevertheless sinks to his knees, Wade taking a step or two back to give him space, takes Wade’s erection in his hand and wraps his lips around the head, giving it a sharp suck. Despite himself, he begins to move, bobbing his head steadily and hollowing his cheeks to suck hard on Wade. His fist moves to meet his mouth, stroking Wade tightly.
“Fuck, yes,” Wade moans quietly, a hand in Justin’s immaculate hair as he watches Justin in what little light there is.
Justin’s tongue swirls around the head, teasing at the slit and licking up the leaking pre-come. It teases at the sensitive vein running underneath the shaft. His teeth graze the skin almost dangerously, his own threat to Wade that he knows he probably won’t have the heart to follow through with anyway. Before long, Wade is moving his hips, fucking Justin’s mouth with slow, steady thrusts, and Justin takes him in, inch by inch, moaning around him because, though he will never admit it out loud to Wade, he actually rather likes this, the tenting in his jeans a defiant giveaway.
“Take it all in,” Wade demands hoarsely, tugging at Justin’s hair as he pushes his hips further against his face, until the tip of his cock is nudging the back of Justin’s throat. Justin gags, and Wade, chuckling pulls out completely.
“Relax,” he says, deceptively soothing. When Justin takes him into his mouth again, he pushes all the way in again, and Justin whimpers, trying desperately to relax his throat to keep from gagging. He succeeds this time, and lets out a breath of relief when Wade pulls back out.
“There you go,” Wade says softly, stroking Justin’s hair sweetly, “That’s my dirty little angel. Come on, Justin, you can take it, you always take it...” And he slides his dick into Justin’s mouth again, going straight in. With the hand on Justin’s head, he keeps Justin there as long as he wants, the heat and the wetness of Justin’s mouth almost too much to handle. It’s only when Justin moans loudly that Wade finally lets him go, pulling out completely.
“Such a talented mouth you’ve got, little angel Gabriel,” Wade growls, his voice low and gruff, “Such a hot, wet, talented mouth.” He grips Justin’s head in both hands, holding him still as his cock re-enters Justin’s mouth. He rolls his hips slowly, smoothly, and Justin actually moans. His hand wraps around Wade’s sac and squeezes slowly but tightly, and Wade groans, his knees nearly buckling. Nearly.
But just as Justin is beginning to really enjoy himself, Wade’s thrusting becomes rougher, faster, and Justin is gagging again, unprepared for Wade’s violence. He grips Wade’s hips and pulls himself away to make him stop, and Wade growls in disapproval.
“Did I say you could stop?” Wade admonishes, bending low to slap Justin across the face, “You don’t stop unless I say you can. I thought I already made this clear before.”
“You can’t fucking hurt me and think you’ll get away with it, you know,” Justin shoots back, and Wade just laughs.
“But I do, Justin,” Wade replies, pulling at Justin’s shirt to get him back up on his feet, “I always do. You know why? Because you let me. You know why you let me? Because you know you love all this, just as much as I do. And that’s why you hate me so much, because you think you’re not supposed to want this at all. All the violence, and the roughness...You think you shouldn’t love it, but you crave for it more than your next breath. I’m the only one who can give it to you like this, and you know it, and that’s why you hate me for it.”
Justin looks away, hating that Wade is right about him. Even now, he can feel his cock twitching almost painfully behind his pants, and try as hard as he might, he can’t deny how much he needs to take his clothes off and have Wade just fuck the pain and confusion right out of him.
“Stop fighting it, Justin,” Wade breathes into his ear, lips unnervingly gentle on his skin, “Stop fighting what you know you really want and just take it. Give in. It’ll hurt a lot less, trust me.”
Wade’s voice, so silky smooth and yet so dangerous, in Justin’s ear is an aphrodisiac. He’s vaguely aware that Wade is beginning to rid him of his pants, using his bigger body to sandwich Justin between himself and the wall. Wade’s voice is swimming in his head, the taste of him still lingering in his mouth and on his tongue, and he can’t make heads or tails of what he’s really thinking right now.
“What if I want it to hurt?” he asks in reply, and for the first time since being accosted by Wade, his voice is clear, his tone strong and sure, and unstoppably tempting.
Wade smirks heavily at him. “That, I can definitely do,” he replies.
When Wade kisses him deeply this time, Justin kisses back in earnest, giving as much as he’s taking, clinging to Wade’s skin and tugging at his shirt. Wade has a hand around both their cocks, pressing them together as he moves his hips, and Justin can’t help moaning into Wade’s mouth at the sensation as Wade strokes them both, his dick the dominant one.
“Say it,” Wade whispers hoarsely, “Say it. Out loud.”
“Fuck me, Wade,” Justin replies, helpless to stop the words from coming out of his mouth.
Wade pulls at his thigh, and Justin steps out of his bottoms and shoes. Wade grabs his thighs and pulls them around himself, his cock positioned perfectly at Justin’s hole.
“You want it?” Wade asks, although he already knows the answer.
“Fucking want it,” Justin replies, not surprised but slightly dismayed at his answer, “Give it to me.”
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re not gonna be able to walk for days,” Wade threatens darkly.
“Just the way we like it,” Justin finishes for him.
And with that, Wade shoves in, pushing past the tight ring of muscle until only a scant few inches of himself is left outside Justin’s body. Justin cries out loudly in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and his nails dig into Wade’s shoulder. Groaning softly, Wade pulls out almost completely, only to thrust roughly back in, getting nearly all of himself inside this time, and the cry torn from Justin’s throat is almost animalistic. Wade begins to move, slow but rough, teeth gritted as he watches Justin’s face.
“God, Wade,” Justin whimpers, “Fuck...ow...”
For Wade is deliberately missing his prostate, choosing his own pleasure over Justin’s as his hips thrust upward hard into Justin.
“Fucking tight, Justin,” Wade growls into Justin’s skin, “Like a vice...And so fucking hot...You’re so beautiful when you’re taking it like this.”
“Can’t,” Justin pleads, “Wade, I can’t take it, fuck, it hurts...It just hurts, feels like you’re splitting me in two, fuck...”
But Wade doesn’t ease up, and in fact thrusts harder, rougher, all of his erection now stuffing Justin completely with every entry. Justin whimpers and moans, unable to take Wade’s onslaught but hardly able to deny that he does want it like this, and want it badly. Otherwise, he wouldn’t keep coming back. Justin manoeuvres a hand down between them, stroking his own cock in an effort to distract himself from the hot pain, but it only serves to make Wade more violent.
“God, that’s beautiful,” he says, voice jumping with every pump, “Faster, Justin, move your hand faster, make yourself come while my cock is in your ass.”
“Make it good, Wade, please,” Justin begs, “Need it to be good, need you to make it good for me.”
“No,” Wade answers, and Justin moans in both frustration and lust, “Not yet. You need to take it like this and I need to give it like this. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
Justin doesn’t believe that last statement, doesn’t think Wade Barrett has a caring bone in his delicious body, but he knows the rest of what Wade said is right. The way Wade fucks him without pleasure at first always makes him crave for it more, so that when Wade finally does give it to him, it’s absolutely mind-blowing.
“Shit, Wade,” he finds himself groaning, “That’s it, hurt me, fuck, ow...”
Wade growls lecherously, and speeds up his pace. Behind gritted teeth, Justin mimics the sound, his insides on fire, his mind reeling, his cock leaking pre-come onto his fingers. Wade squeezes at Justin’s thighs, pulling them further apart, giving him more access to go deeper and at the same time pushing Justin down further onto him and making him take it deeper. They both try to keep their sounds down, but the faster that Wade is going, the louder he’s becoming, and Justin knows Wade isn’t going to last much longer.
“Are you gonna come, Justin?” Wade asks him, his rhythm steady but quick, his grip bruising, “Are you gonna fucking ruin yourself all over the both of us? Coz I can feel it already, angel, I’m starting to get close...You’re so fucking tight and so hot, I’m not gonna last much longer...I’ve been so fucking hard for almost an hour, I was wanking in my locker room thinking about you, but it wasn’t enough...It’s never enough just thinking about you.”
“God,” Justin groans, barely able to believe that he’s currently witness to a rare moment of actual romance from Wade Barrett (albeit, it’s Wade’s own twisted version of romance, but romance nonetheless), “Just...Oh God, Wade, please, wanna come, want you to make me come...”
Wade pulls out, and gingerly lets Justin off of him, hoarsely telling him to turn and face the wall. Justin doesn’t need to be told twice. With his palms flat against the wall and his legs spread considerably, he juts his hips out slightly, offering himself to Wade and his romantic violence.
Wade wastes little time getting back inside Justin. He goes slow at first, but all the way in, his hips flat against Justin’s ass, and Justin groans in encouragement and need.
“Wade, please,” he begs again.
Wade no longer denies him, and re-angles himself, so that when he next thrusts in, his cock finally brushes against Justin’s prostate. Justin lets out a delicious moan, going rigid, his muscles taut underneath his skin as real pleasure finally washes over him.
“Oh shit, Wade, right there,” he whimpers, bucking backward against Wade, “Hard and fast, right there, make me effing scream for you.”
“Fuck yes,” Wade pants, pulling out to the head and then sliding back in hard, rocking Justin’s body before him, hitting Justin’s prostate full-on. At Justin’s muttered curse, he speeds up, snaking a hand around Justin’s waist and wrapping a hand around his cock. He begins to stroke Justin in time with the rhythm of his hips, and Justin finds himself having to bite down on his hand to keep from moaning too loudly.
“So good, Justin,” Wade whispers, “Fuck, so good...and all mine...All fucking mine...”
“Wade, fucking yes,” Justin breathes, “I’m yours, just don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”
Justin clenches around Wade, who growls in approval, gripping at Justin’s shoulder to fuck into him harder. His fingers and nails dig hard into Justin’s shoulder, and they’re both sure there will be marks there for days.
“How does that feel, Justin?” Wade groans darkly, “Does that fucking hurt you, baby?”
“Hurts, Wade,” Justin replies breathlessly, “Hurts so good...Keep stroking me, Wade, almost there, fuck, I feel like I’m on fire...”
“Me first,” Wade demands, moving his hand down from Justin’s shoulder to his hip, “You don’t come until I’m done.”
Justin lets out a moan, but whether it’s in desperation or acquiescence, he isn’t sure. His nails scratch vainly at the wall for purchase as Wade’s rhythm begins to stutter, and his moaning becomes more erratic and breathless.
“Fuck, gonna come,” he gasps, “Clench around me, Justin, want you as tight as you can be when I come...Shit, yeah, just like that...”
But Justin isn’t ready to let him win completely. With a hand, Justin tightens the grip Wade has on his cock, and moves their hands quickly, bucking forward into their fists until -
“Fuck, gonna---Shit, yeah, coming,” Justin moans, “God, Wade, I’m coming...So good...”
The growl that Wade lets out is one of disapproval. He forces Justin’s hand off of his, and grips Justin’s hips as tightly as he possibly can.
“Bastard,” he says gruffly, “I said me first...Goddamn fucking slag...”
He continues to pump hard into Justin, his thrusting becoming harder as he draws closer. Too close now, he pulls Justin flush against him with one hand, which he wraps around Justin’s throat dangerously. Growling roughly, he pulls out, pushing Justin’s shirt up and stroking his erection quickly and tightly, fist twisting until finally, ribbons of his seed come spurting out, splashing onto Justin’s skin. He muffles his sounds against Justin’s shoulder, his grip on Justin’s neck tightening and then loosening erratically. Just before his release ends, he manages to force himself back inside Justin, pumping the remainder of his come into him. Justin protests weakly, his air slightly cut-off by the hand Wade has on his throat. Wade gives Justin a few distanced thrusts, until he feels himself beginning to soften, before finally pulling out.
“Always a pleasure working with you, Gabriel,” Wade hisses into Justin’s ear, letting him go at last and recomposing himself, although not a hair on his head has moved out of place the entire time.
Justin exhales deeply, catching his breath again, and with every intake of air, he feels his anger and frustration seep back in. Quickly, he draws his shirt down and pulls his pants back on, knowing he’ll have a bit of trouble getting to the showers as fast as he can.
“I hate you,” Justin spits out as Wade begins to walk away.
“Of course you do,” Wade replies, not bothering to turn back around to face Justin, “At least until the next time I get you alone.”
“There won’t be a ‘next time,’” Justin answers.
“We’ll see,” Wade snorts, turning the corner and disappearing, leaving Justin heaving with a mixture of loathing and lust weighing heavily on his insides.
~ THE END. ~
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~ MARCIANA ~
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