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Hi everyone. ^^ I'm Marina.
I've been looking for this for forever! charshy gave it to me. <3 *luffs*
So yeah. I come with an offering. For once I'm not joining a slash community empty handed.
Title: Said the Spider to the Fly
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: m/m(of course), PWP, AU-ish(but not really), non-con, sadomasochism, excessive blood/description, just general repulsiveness.
Pairing: The Fear x Snake. Yep.
A/N: Hi all.
This is a story about a spider and a fly.
I’ve scoured the bowels of the internet in search of any fandom regarding the ever so enigmatic Cobra Unit member, The Fear, but I happened to find none. The perversities that he held in the game were so fucking appealing to me that I felt immediately obligated to, perhaps, write the first Fear fic. Or two. Perhaps someone out there, other than my best friend Nicotine Dragon and myself, share our positive opinions that there is something irresistibly and disgustingly sexual about The Fear.
With that said, this fic is not a happy tale. Rape, sadomasochism, bondage, mass symbolism, m/m, the whole nine yards is on the way, and what makes it worse is that…well… it just so happens to feature The Fear and Snake. It’s also deliberately sickening, if you know what I mean. In many ways that many people don’t find very sexy. Which sometimes automatically makes it sexy. If it floats your boat, badass, maybe we can have coffee sometime. If it squicks you, I suggest that you read it anyways. You might learn something new or interesting about yourself. Or you can go away. Your choice.
This fic is dedicated to Nicotine Dragon, aka Taylor, who will be sixteen this Thursday. She gave me most of the ideas, along with the inspiration to write this, so I think it only appropriate to write it for her. And myself.
Thx to my beta readers, Dark Siren and Amorous Xristine.
Enjoy. Vomit. Whatever.
--
‘Step into my parlor,’ said the Spider to the Fly.
“Shit!”
The arrow protruding from Snake’s left thigh burrowed even deeper as he attempted to pull it out by hand. He staggered backwards, a faded laughter from distances uncovered filling the back of his mind while the sharp pain of invading poison consumed the remainder. Abruptly, he stumbled back into an area of dangerous ground and the earth beneath him was suddenly viewed from a completely different angle, a higher altitude. It spun, along with what little senses left that he possessed and the will to vomit urgently rose in his torso.
As he swung there, gazing at the mixing colors below, he realized that he should be reaching for his knife to cut himself free of the trap, but his hands hung limply below him, ignoring his commands and bending to the will of the foreign toxins. He tried sharpening his vision to better comprehend his surroundings and whereabouts of his enemy, but all seemed useless and futile when his near-numb body felt the vibration of a branch above him being weighed down upon momentarily. Leaves fell and scraped against his face, and he suddenly experienced a sickening and almost nostalgic spurt of an emotion he’d experienced ages ago, as a naïve youth training under The Boss.
He couldn’t place its name until it was right in front of him, centimeters from touching his face, long thick tongue slithering out to greet his horrified expression.
--
He smelled so fresh.
Green. Inexperienced. Virgin. Unaware of the exquisite pleasures that pure, raw fear could give him. It could be of much use to him if he accepted it. Or if it were forced upon his unsullied flesh. The impurity made Its rough skin crawl and Its pants tighten. The camouflage crackled as It allowed it to leave him unmasked before the spy, so he could gaze into the eyes of the feeling, which he could have suppressed long ago.
A long forgotten emotion, yet so absolutely necessary.
--
Both beings were upside-down; Snake’s blood rushing to his head and The Fear’s to the growing mass between his thighs. It won’t last for long, the American thought, gazing into yellow-red eyes, body and psyche paralyzed from rational action.
--
A laugh, a disgusting, raspy, villainous laugh that bounced off the trees and surrounded Snake, piercing him like masses of fired rounds, and infecting his body. The hairs on his neck stood alarmingly, frightened themselves of the harm certain to come.
“How pleasant!” The Thing said, its huge tongue slithering out between thin, smirking lips to taunt Snake.
“A lost child, unwary of the cruelty of the battlefield…”
The voice was sickening to his ears. He retched, but only rancid air emerged from his throat. He went nowhere.
“…ensnared in my own little web!” The Fear continued to tease, wretched voice hideously playful.
The spider-creature brought both gloved index fingers to his mouth, catching the fabric between his teeth and pulling free his hands. The leather fell softly from his lips, landing with a barely audible rustle beneath them. Calloused fingers flexed and double-jointed thumbs roughly caressed the dirt colored cheeks. Sharp, overgrown nails dug pink crescents into the spy’s sideburns and he grimaced at the sudden excess pain. The Fear drew himself closer to the traumatized man’s face, so their noses touched delicately.
The thick, slimy organ slid against Snake’s jugular, gliding back and forth against the throbbing Adam’s apple in lithe movements. It writhed up Snake’s face, stopping to part his lips with the forked, pink flesh. The victim squinted his eyes and spat, vainly attempting to dodge the inevitable penetrations. It then snaked its way up over shut eyes and wormed into his left ear, knocking free the codec, leaving it vulnerable.
__
Involuntarily, a violent shudder washed over Snake from head to toe. The creature added to the sensation by whispering pointedly to him-
“…I can smell it on you…”
It crawled above his head, out of sight. Its face began to lose feeling; the world lost focus, and the last thing he felt before it collapsed in the overwhelming darkness was the sensation of being pulled upward into the higher branches.
“…the fear…”
__
It was a cleverly crafted web. It was suspended high above the ground in the canopies of the trees centered in the forest.
Snake was at the pinnacle, spread-eagled, bound and stripped of all defenses and clothing, with the exception of his boots, which the creature was too impatient to complete the dismantling of, and his gloves, which he didn’t even bother to concern himself with.
He made a point to reinsert the arrow in its rightful, meaty orifice just after the ruined camouflaged trousers were peeled from Snake’s body and tossed aside. It was badly infected now, blood changing colors on different sides of the wound.
The metal “wisps” beneath him vibrated, indicating a separate entity weighing down the metal snare. It sliced into Snake as the unseen being moved, digging further into his wounds. His vision flickered; he saw, he was blind, he saw, and it left once more. When it returned, the outline of that single emotion crackled again before him as it slowly crawled to him, gracefully handling the razor-like wisps of the web without being sliced.
Snake wasn’t sure if it were he or the peculiar camouflage that the monster wore, but the figure kept disappearing-reappearing, the tongue long and thick in all its horror, slithering out and whipping side to side.
It was gone again, but the dry sensation of ragged nails dragging up Snake’s bare legs and even along his thighs and through the small field of pubic hair was unmistakingly present. It stung abominably, and he grimaced and grunted while the invisible claws left hot, red trails in its wake.
He could feel it breathing heavily on him, the tongue finding its place against salty flesh once again. It reappeared, yellow slits narrowing and grinning more profoundly than his lips could ever accomplish.
Lightweight hips lowered down onto his, course fabric and metal equipment painfully pressed against soft flesh.
Its forearms crossed and leaned its weight onto Snake’s neck. He gagged on reflex, choking on the pressure and his saliva. The dreaded tongue lapped at his bottom lip, and It laughed at the animalistic manner in which his teeth, the only part of his body--save for the eyes--that he could move freely, snapped at it.
“It manifests itself in you so beautifully,” It slithered, omnipresent grin dripping the very same venom that paralyzed Snake.
“The fear…it discriminates against no one.”
Clothes hips ground slowly against those that were humiliated in their nudity, more so with the unwilling inflammation and sick, unwanted pleasure it caused the spy.
“You’ve done so well at indulging in it,” It went on, gyrating faster into Snake. “You’ve not made so much as a peep since I’ve touched you.” A low growl escaped Snake’s throat, but he could say or do nothing else. To this, the Thing laughed, throwing his head back for the sounds to ricochet off the trees again and back underneath Snake’s crawling skin. It prickled at the vulgar contact it already had with this revolting creature, and it turned read at the possibilities to come.
His fists clenched.
__
The horrifying sounds of metal unbuckling and fabric rustling alerted Snake, though he could see nothing defined before him. And after all, what could he do but lie there and accept his lesson from The Boss?
__
“Fright is an emotion essential to the workings of a soldier,” The Fear said, absently stroking his phallus with a closed fist.
“I intend to show you-“
Déjà vu. It wasn’t a dream this time.
“-the fear in all its unmasked magnificence, defiling you in the most inhuman way possible while you lay here defenseless, strung up like a side of veal, or like a martyred lamb offering himself to the Gods..!”
It succeeded in finally ripping the rest of Its pants open. Its hands grasped the metal strings on either side of Snake’s head. Their organs touched, one flaccid and the other inflamed, sending jolts of acute pleasure down The Fear’s spine. It shuddered and held its lips to Snake’s ear.
“Bring your legs up around me.”
A stifled scream rose in Snake’s throat as he found his body obeying; naked, scarred, shaking legs wrapping themselves around the creature’s bony waist.
__
Intrusion was slow, merciless and painful. Snake found his voice and cried out to the apathetic trees.
It slid in and out of him, slow and agonizing, manifesting itself as the single most disgusting feeling Snake had ever experienced. Once It had pushed itself in to the hilt, the bile rose in Snake’s chest again and he retched once more. It laughed in his face and repeated the process less gently, relishing the screams that Snake gave him, the way his back arched painfully upwards into the violent penetration. He grabbed hold of the arrow burrowed in his thigh and pushed it in to gain more shrill screams.
“Ha ha! Yes!” The thrusts became harder, faster, the breathing quicker, the grunting sharper.
“Revel in it, Snake! Revel in the inevitability of your confidence being strangled!”
It went on like this for minutes, transformed into centuries in Snake’s mind.
__
The Thing reached its climax after what seemed to be an eternity for Snake. It rushed through him, no different from the two poisons that had invaded him previously, and it coursed through every vein, cell and muscle of his deteriorating body. His shrieks were blood curdling, deadly, and The Fear merely chuckled to himself, lashed his thick tongue about Snake’s face and slid out of him.
Snake’s breathing was heavy, ragged, and uneven. His eyes were directed at the faltering light above, catching onto the leaves and branches, which shielded him from being blinded. The Fear sat up on his legs, still snickering to himself as he worked to fasten his pants. He disappeared again, reappearing momentarily with the William Tell in his hands, standing full height.
“You’ve seen it,” he said, grinning almost a proud smirk.
“You’ve witnessed the fear.”
He aimed the large crossbow at Snake, whose eyes rolled back into his head.
“The Boss gives her condolences.”
Fear.
-fin-
Feedback! Onegai?
Ooh! charshy also says there's a Squickfic contest in place at the moment? Would this qualify? ^-^
I've been looking for this for forever! charshy gave it to me. <3 *luffs*
So yeah. I come with an offering. For once I'm not joining a slash community empty handed.
Title: Said the Spider to the Fly
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: m/m(of course), PWP, AU-ish(but not really), non-con, sadomasochism, excessive blood/description, just general repulsiveness.
Pairing: The Fear x Snake. Yep.
A/N: Hi all.
This is a story about a spider and a fly.
I’ve scoured the bowels of the internet in search of any fandom regarding the ever so enigmatic Cobra Unit member, The Fear, but I happened to find none. The perversities that he held in the game were so fucking appealing to me that I felt immediately obligated to, perhaps, write the first Fear fic. Or two. Perhaps someone out there, other than my best friend Nicotine Dragon and myself, share our positive opinions that there is something irresistibly and disgustingly sexual about The Fear.
With that said, this fic is not a happy tale. Rape, sadomasochism, bondage, mass symbolism, m/m, the whole nine yards is on the way, and what makes it worse is that…well… it just so happens to feature The Fear and Snake. It’s also deliberately sickening, if you know what I mean. In many ways that many people don’t find very sexy. Which sometimes automatically makes it sexy. If it floats your boat, badass, maybe we can have coffee sometime. If it squicks you, I suggest that you read it anyways. You might learn something new or interesting about yourself. Or you can go away. Your choice.
This fic is dedicated to Nicotine Dragon, aka Taylor, who will be sixteen this Thursday. She gave me most of the ideas, along with the inspiration to write this, so I think it only appropriate to write it for her. And myself.
Thx to my beta readers, Dark Siren and Amorous Xristine.
Enjoy. Vomit. Whatever.
--
‘Step into my parlor,’ said the Spider to the Fly.
“Shit!”
The arrow protruding from Snake’s left thigh burrowed even deeper as he attempted to pull it out by hand. He staggered backwards, a faded laughter from distances uncovered filling the back of his mind while the sharp pain of invading poison consumed the remainder. Abruptly, he stumbled back into an area of dangerous ground and the earth beneath him was suddenly viewed from a completely different angle, a higher altitude. It spun, along with what little senses left that he possessed and the will to vomit urgently rose in his torso.
As he swung there, gazing at the mixing colors below, he realized that he should be reaching for his knife to cut himself free of the trap, but his hands hung limply below him, ignoring his commands and bending to the will of the foreign toxins. He tried sharpening his vision to better comprehend his surroundings and whereabouts of his enemy, but all seemed useless and futile when his near-numb body felt the vibration of a branch above him being weighed down upon momentarily. Leaves fell and scraped against his face, and he suddenly experienced a sickening and almost nostalgic spurt of an emotion he’d experienced ages ago, as a naïve youth training under The Boss.
He couldn’t place its name until it was right in front of him, centimeters from touching his face, long thick tongue slithering out to greet his horrified expression.
--
He smelled so fresh.
Green. Inexperienced. Virgin. Unaware of the exquisite pleasures that pure, raw fear could give him. It could be of much use to him if he accepted it. Or if it were forced upon his unsullied flesh. The impurity made Its rough skin crawl and Its pants tighten. The camouflage crackled as It allowed it to leave him unmasked before the spy, so he could gaze into the eyes of the feeling, which he could have suppressed long ago.
A long forgotten emotion, yet so absolutely necessary.
--
Both beings were upside-down; Snake’s blood rushing to his head and The Fear’s to the growing mass between his thighs. It won’t last for long, the American thought, gazing into yellow-red eyes, body and psyche paralyzed from rational action.
--
A laugh, a disgusting, raspy, villainous laugh that bounced off the trees and surrounded Snake, piercing him like masses of fired rounds, and infecting his body. The hairs on his neck stood alarmingly, frightened themselves of the harm certain to come.
“How pleasant!” The Thing said, its huge tongue slithering out between thin, smirking lips to taunt Snake.
“A lost child, unwary of the cruelty of the battlefield…”
The voice was sickening to his ears. He retched, but only rancid air emerged from his throat. He went nowhere.
“…ensnared in my own little web!” The Fear continued to tease, wretched voice hideously playful.
The spider-creature brought both gloved index fingers to his mouth, catching the fabric between his teeth and pulling free his hands. The leather fell softly from his lips, landing with a barely audible rustle beneath them. Calloused fingers flexed and double-jointed thumbs roughly caressed the dirt colored cheeks. Sharp, overgrown nails dug pink crescents into the spy’s sideburns and he grimaced at the sudden excess pain. The Fear drew himself closer to the traumatized man’s face, so their noses touched delicately.
The thick, slimy organ slid against Snake’s jugular, gliding back and forth against the throbbing Adam’s apple in lithe movements. It writhed up Snake’s face, stopping to part his lips with the forked, pink flesh. The victim squinted his eyes and spat, vainly attempting to dodge the inevitable penetrations. It then snaked its way up over shut eyes and wormed into his left ear, knocking free the codec, leaving it vulnerable.
__
Involuntarily, a violent shudder washed over Snake from head to toe. The creature added to the sensation by whispering pointedly to him-
“…I can smell it on you…”
It crawled above his head, out of sight. Its face began to lose feeling; the world lost focus, and the last thing he felt before it collapsed in the overwhelming darkness was the sensation of being pulled upward into the higher branches.
“…the fear…”
__
It was a cleverly crafted web. It was suspended high above the ground in the canopies of the trees centered in the forest.
Snake was at the pinnacle, spread-eagled, bound and stripped of all defenses and clothing, with the exception of his boots, which the creature was too impatient to complete the dismantling of, and his gloves, which he didn’t even bother to concern himself with.
He made a point to reinsert the arrow in its rightful, meaty orifice just after the ruined camouflaged trousers were peeled from Snake’s body and tossed aside. It was badly infected now, blood changing colors on different sides of the wound.
The metal “wisps” beneath him vibrated, indicating a separate entity weighing down the metal snare. It sliced into Snake as the unseen being moved, digging further into his wounds. His vision flickered; he saw, he was blind, he saw, and it left once more. When it returned, the outline of that single emotion crackled again before him as it slowly crawled to him, gracefully handling the razor-like wisps of the web without being sliced.
Snake wasn’t sure if it were he or the peculiar camouflage that the monster wore, but the figure kept disappearing-reappearing, the tongue long and thick in all its horror, slithering out and whipping side to side.
It was gone again, but the dry sensation of ragged nails dragging up Snake’s bare legs and even along his thighs and through the small field of pubic hair was unmistakingly present. It stung abominably, and he grimaced and grunted while the invisible claws left hot, red trails in its wake.
He could feel it breathing heavily on him, the tongue finding its place against salty flesh once again. It reappeared, yellow slits narrowing and grinning more profoundly than his lips could ever accomplish.
Lightweight hips lowered down onto his, course fabric and metal equipment painfully pressed against soft flesh.
Its forearms crossed and leaned its weight onto Snake’s neck. He gagged on reflex, choking on the pressure and his saliva. The dreaded tongue lapped at his bottom lip, and It laughed at the animalistic manner in which his teeth, the only part of his body--save for the eyes--that he could move freely, snapped at it.
“It manifests itself in you so beautifully,” It slithered, omnipresent grin dripping the very same venom that paralyzed Snake.
“The fear…it discriminates against no one.”
Clothes hips ground slowly against those that were humiliated in their nudity, more so with the unwilling inflammation and sick, unwanted pleasure it caused the spy.
“You’ve done so well at indulging in it,” It went on, gyrating faster into Snake. “You’ve not made so much as a peep since I’ve touched you.” A low growl escaped Snake’s throat, but he could say or do nothing else. To this, the Thing laughed, throwing his head back for the sounds to ricochet off the trees again and back underneath Snake’s crawling skin. It prickled at the vulgar contact it already had with this revolting creature, and it turned read at the possibilities to come.
His fists clenched.
__
The horrifying sounds of metal unbuckling and fabric rustling alerted Snake, though he could see nothing defined before him. And after all, what could he do but lie there and accept his lesson from The Boss?
__
“Fright is an emotion essential to the workings of a soldier,” The Fear said, absently stroking his phallus with a closed fist.
“I intend to show you-“
Déjà vu. It wasn’t a dream this time.
“-the fear in all its unmasked magnificence, defiling you in the most inhuman way possible while you lay here defenseless, strung up like a side of veal, or like a martyred lamb offering himself to the Gods..!”
It succeeded in finally ripping the rest of Its pants open. Its hands grasped the metal strings on either side of Snake’s head. Their organs touched, one flaccid and the other inflamed, sending jolts of acute pleasure down The Fear’s spine. It shuddered and held its lips to Snake’s ear.
“Bring your legs up around me.”
A stifled scream rose in Snake’s throat as he found his body obeying; naked, scarred, shaking legs wrapping themselves around the creature’s bony waist.
__
Intrusion was slow, merciless and painful. Snake found his voice and cried out to the apathetic trees.
It slid in and out of him, slow and agonizing, manifesting itself as the single most disgusting feeling Snake had ever experienced. Once It had pushed itself in to the hilt, the bile rose in Snake’s chest again and he retched once more. It laughed in his face and repeated the process less gently, relishing the screams that Snake gave him, the way his back arched painfully upwards into the violent penetration. He grabbed hold of the arrow burrowed in his thigh and pushed it in to gain more shrill screams.
“Ha ha! Yes!” The thrusts became harder, faster, the breathing quicker, the grunting sharper.
“Revel in it, Snake! Revel in the inevitability of your confidence being strangled!”
It went on like this for minutes, transformed into centuries in Snake’s mind.
__
The Thing reached its climax after what seemed to be an eternity for Snake. It rushed through him, no different from the two poisons that had invaded him previously, and it coursed through every vein, cell and muscle of his deteriorating body. His shrieks were blood curdling, deadly, and The Fear merely chuckled to himself, lashed his thick tongue about Snake’s face and slid out of him.
Snake’s breathing was heavy, ragged, and uneven. His eyes were directed at the faltering light above, catching onto the leaves and branches, which shielded him from being blinded. The Fear sat up on his legs, still snickering to himself as he worked to fasten his pants. He disappeared again, reappearing momentarily with the William Tell in his hands, standing full height.
“You’ve seen it,” he said, grinning almost a proud smirk.
“You’ve witnessed the fear.”
He aimed the large crossbow at Snake, whose eyes rolled back into his head.
“The Boss gives her condolences.”
Fear.
-fin-
Feedback! Onegai?
Ooh! charshy also says there's a Squickfic contest in place at the moment? Would this qualify? ^-^