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Author: Ca
Title: You owe me an IOU
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: OMC/Zach
Rating: NC-18 and then some
Disclaimer: Not mine exceot for Aaron who is totally my creation.
Warnings: slash, underage, explicit dub-con/non-con
Summary: A one-shot I wrote for psychicfridge for Valentine's Day.
Word Count: 2091
Riding his bike home, and he's got his blinders on. It's been a tough day at work, and never has his bed seemed such a welcome place. That's why, when he hears a car-horn too close for comfort, he can't react in time. Not until he's flat on his back, the grill of said vehicle mere inches from his face.
"Motherfucker!" Zach hears a voice nearby, but he can't open his eyes for several minutes. When he does there's some raving lunatic in his face, screaming for him to get up--then on his phone to his sister before Zach can comply.
"Did you hit me?" he asks quietly as he stumbles to his feet, legs quaking with effort. The man simply makes a face and whirls around, clutching his cell phone to his ear with one solid, ringed hand.
Zach's muzzy brain tries to catch up, but all he can figure is that he didn't look before pedaling across the street. There weren't many cars so he didn't often have to... not to mention they usually stayed below the speed of light 'round here.
"Don't worry about it, man," he says, attempting to smooth things over as he inspects the damage to his bike. He'll have to walk to work for a couple weeks before he'll be able to afford the repairs, and he thinks it's a result of the fall that it doesn't make him angrier.
"Like fuck I'll let you walk away with my license number," the man snaps, his phone snapping closed in the same instance as he slides it into his pocket, whipping out a pack of Winstons and a match. Zachary's mother smokes Winstons, and as he ponders that... he places the face.
"You're Aaron Ernst," he says dumbly, the tabloid cover vivid in his mind. Whether the man liked it or not, he was rapidly approaching idol status among young, gay entrepreneurs.
"I know who the fuck I am, kid," he grunts, flipping open the pack in offering. When Zach shakes his head, it disappears again, and he's rubbing his temples, trying to work his head around what's happening.
"Why are you in Texas?" Of all the places to meet a hero.. Zach had not been expecting his own backyard to be a possibility.
"Getting away," Aaron murmurs, taking a drag, and the way he says it... Zach knows it wasn't meant for his ears.
"Odessa isn't the best place to get away to," Zach relates, laughing a bit before survival instinct kicks in and he goes silent again.
"I didn't fucking ask you." Aaron flicks ash near Zach, frowning darkly. "So who the hell are you, then?"
"Zach," he says automatically, wide hazel eyes searching Aaron's face, wondering what happens next.
"Well, Zach," Aaron punctuates with a drag. "What'll it take to make this go away."
Even in such a state, Zach could tell when he was being mocked, though in this particular instance, he can't figure out why.
"Yes, because you did such a great job covering up your relationship with Teddy--what's hitting a kid on his bike?"
The last thing he sees are those ridiculous rings, and the last thing he feels is the asphalt at his back... again.
--
When he comes to, he's on a hotel bed, and further investigation of the room tells him he has no idea where he is. It's much nicer than the Odessa Inn, and that's about as much as he could ever afford.
"Hello?" he attempts to call out, frowning when he realizes it had come out more like, "Brghhh."
He's gagged--that's great. Secured to the headboard, as well, he finds out as he attempts to leap off the side of the bed.
That's when he begins to scream.
"Shut the fuck up," comes a frustrated voice as Aaron stumbles back into the room, lobbing his cell phone at Zach's face. Zach wonders idly if it was his sister again.. or perhaps Teddy, on the other line.
With an exasperated sigh, Aaron undoes the makeshift gag, holding his finger over Zach's lips as the cloth shifts away.
"Teddy doesn't mean anything to me." The words are desperate, deliberate, and for some reason that's when Zach begins to laugh.
Hysterically.
"You don't have to.. prove anything... to me.." Zach manages, eyes tearing up as the laughter consumes more of his lungs, eyes fluttering closed in mirth.
Aaron's expression turns cross as he clambers onto the bed, looming over Zachary. Shaking his head in a gesture of confusion, pale green eyes meet wide hazel as one hand ghosts over Zach's throat, the other pushing against the boy's mouth.
And that's when Zach gets his first real taste of fear. Is he going to die here? Maybe he'll make the next tabloid cover.
Aaron latches onto his fear, and drinks it down like a well-mixed gin and tonic. Another moment of that hard stare, and he shoves two fingers past those softly yielding pink lips. Too pink and too young, but Aaron doesn't give a fuck anymore. Zach struggles with the intrusion, making a small noise in the back of his throat even as Aaron presses against it, keeping him silent as danger burns in those jade eyes.
"Go with this and maybe I'll let you live," he hisses in the teen's ear, fingers hitting the back of his throat before he's pulling away--look obviously spelling out that any noise on Zachary's part would be a serious and most likely fatal mistake.
Aaron's fumbling with his belt-buckle and the fear mixes, churning into terror even as he feels himself hardening. This is so wrong, but he can't help but want this man who's taking such pleasure in breaking him--who won't stop till he's satisfied.
And that's when he feels the man's cock pressing against his lips, and he takes some small measure of comfort in the fact that he has no choice, because then he doesn't have to think about how much he wants this. Aaron pushes into the wet heat mercilessly, and Zach fights himself to keep his teeth back and his mouth as wide as possible, even as his eyes squeeze shut and his fingernails bite into his palms.
The older man pauses a moment, grinning lopsidedly before sliding his length out, then pushes himself in until his fully-hardened head brushes the back of young Zachary's throat. The teen nearly gags, struggling against his bonds, but Aaron fucks his mouth without reservation, making small pleasured grunts of his own.
"Is your ass as tight as your hot mouth," he wonders aloud, thinking that it's fucking inconvenient that men couldn't self-lubricate like women. But gagging the boy on his cock isn't enough; he wants to bury himself in wet heat. And now he's shoving away thoughts of Teddy as he pulls out of Zachary's mouth, leaning forward to kiss him bruisingly in a gesture that's more bite than kiss.
Aaron studies Zach curiously, eyes raking down the slender boy's chest. A t-shirt. He could rip it, untie the boy and remove it properly then retie him, or simply fuck him without removing the garment.
...In the end he decides to rip it, scratching blunt nails down the boy's taught chest as the other tears through it easily. Aaron can't help the stirring in his loins when Zach reacts to that, eyes going black and now-swollen lips parting. His thighs even spread a miniscule amount, but it's enough for the scientist to notice, the kid's belt hitting the floor in seconds.
"Do you want me?" he asks suddenly, needing to know as he searches those large hazel eyes, full of fear and something darker.
"No," Zach bites out immediately--he's not about to give this bastard rapist the satisfaction.
Aaron's smile is spun of wrath and cruelty as the yanks down Zachary's jeans and boxers, the articles also making their way to the carpeted floor. He pitches forward on his heels, grasping the teenager's cock in a vice-like grip.
"Do you want this?" he hisses, pumping to illustrate.
Zach looses control, and he can't vocalize he's breathing so erratically, wanting to move away though all his body wants to do is move into the man, let him take what they both so desperately need.
All he can do is nod, eyes sliding closed once more as his face burns in shame.
Then knees are drawn up, strewn over shoulders, and Aaron's fingers are pushing against his opening dry. Zach can already sense how much this is going to hurt, and he can't help the way his muscles tense in realization.
"Relax," he warns the boy, scratching his stomach a bit harder than he had intended, watching--fixated as small pools of blood gather in the marks.
Zach hisses in pain, but complies out of necessity, eyebrows drawing together as one thick, unlubricated finger breaches him. The ring is cold against his insides, and he thinks he might explode, but all too soon a second finger joins it and he lets out a pained moan.
Green eyes light in anger, and the second hand comes up, closing around his throat once more. The way Aaron squeezes his air passage is the way he had squeezed his cock, and all things considered.. he finds himself getting hard, if only a little bit.
"You want me," Aaron insists, and by the tone of his voice.. Zach knows it's a justification. One hand tightens as the other probes deeper, searching for that small bud that might make the boy jump.
Turns out it does, and after, Zach is a quivering bundle of nerves, struggling for breath even as he's granted very little. And all too soon, the man is lining his cock up to Zachary's entrance, pushing in as he pushes down on his larynx. Just as he thinks he might drift off, lose himself to a much-welcome black, Aaron pulls his fingers away, resting them on the boy's shoulder instead.
The hand that had been inside him comes up to rest on his hip, fingers immediately digging in as he forces himself to pause, feeling Zach's muscles contract around him. Not even Teddy had been this tight, and it takes him a moment to adjust. As he thrusts in, those ringed fingers come up off Zach's shoulder to plunder the depths of his mouth, no doubt stifling any noise that might want to escape. And for the first time Aaron feels fully sheathed in warmth, and completely without restraint.
With a muffled groan he starts up a torturing pace, matching his blows with the fingers thrusting in and out of that tender mouth. After a few minutes, he gives up on trying to find the boy's prostate, simply driving into him without mercy, fingers forgotten in the moment as they slide away with a knowing pop.
The fingers are replaced by Aaron's mouth as he chews Zachary's lips to ribbons, fingers moving down his body to do as much damage as possible even as he's breaking the boy from the inside out. It's not until he realizes that his movements are lubricated by blood that he truly looses himself, crying out as he bites into the boy's shoulder, hammering away until the world dulls around them and the body beneath him goes limp.
Aaron spends himself and pulls away from the broken teen, pressing one last kiss to those bloody lips, chaste and in contrast to every other action. He unties Zach from the bed-frame before moving away to shower, calling back over his shoulder that they're even now.
Zach stares unseeing at the hotel ceiling, trying to remember ever feeling this numb. But he can't, and he finds himself wondering idly... if he'll ever properly feel again.
After a time and well before Aaron's shower is done, he redresses himself sans his tattered shirt, pulling his sweatshirt over bare flesh. He makes the long trek home, not precisely sure where he is yet knowing the way just the same.
And when he drops into his bed, shoes still fastened to his feet, he sighs. It really is the best his sheets have ever felt, crumpled around him in the mockery of comfort. He can't even be angry that his bike is wrecked either because, in the state he's in, he knows he can't ride one anyway.
Title: You owe me an IOU
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: OMC/Zach
Rating: NC-18 and then some
Disclaimer: Not mine exceot for Aaron who is totally my creation.
Warnings: slash, underage, explicit dub-con/non-con
Summary: A one-shot I wrote for psychicfridge for Valentine's Day.
Word Count: 2091
Riding his bike home, and he's got his blinders on. It's been a tough day at work, and never has his bed seemed such a welcome place. That's why, when he hears a car-horn too close for comfort, he can't react in time. Not until he's flat on his back, the grill of said vehicle mere inches from his face.
"Motherfucker!" Zach hears a voice nearby, but he can't open his eyes for several minutes. When he does there's some raving lunatic in his face, screaming for him to get up--then on his phone to his sister before Zach can comply.
"Did you hit me?" he asks quietly as he stumbles to his feet, legs quaking with effort. The man simply makes a face and whirls around, clutching his cell phone to his ear with one solid, ringed hand.
Zach's muzzy brain tries to catch up, but all he can figure is that he didn't look before pedaling across the street. There weren't many cars so he didn't often have to... not to mention they usually stayed below the speed of light 'round here.
"Don't worry about it, man," he says, attempting to smooth things over as he inspects the damage to his bike. He'll have to walk to work for a couple weeks before he'll be able to afford the repairs, and he thinks it's a result of the fall that it doesn't make him angrier.
"Like fuck I'll let you walk away with my license number," the man snaps, his phone snapping closed in the same instance as he slides it into his pocket, whipping out a pack of Winstons and a match. Zachary's mother smokes Winstons, and as he ponders that... he places the face.
"You're Aaron Ernst," he says dumbly, the tabloid cover vivid in his mind. Whether the man liked it or not, he was rapidly approaching idol status among young, gay entrepreneurs.
"I know who the fuck I am, kid," he grunts, flipping open the pack in offering. When Zach shakes his head, it disappears again, and he's rubbing his temples, trying to work his head around what's happening.
"Why are you in Texas?" Of all the places to meet a hero.. Zach had not been expecting his own backyard to be a possibility.
"Getting away," Aaron murmurs, taking a drag, and the way he says it... Zach knows it wasn't meant for his ears.
"Odessa isn't the best place to get away to," Zach relates, laughing a bit before survival instinct kicks in and he goes silent again.
"I didn't fucking ask you." Aaron flicks ash near Zach, frowning darkly. "So who the hell are you, then?"
"Zach," he says automatically, wide hazel eyes searching Aaron's face, wondering what happens next.
"Well, Zach," Aaron punctuates with a drag. "What'll it take to make this go away."
Even in such a state, Zach could tell when he was being mocked, though in this particular instance, he can't figure out why.
"Yes, because you did such a great job covering up your relationship with Teddy--what's hitting a kid on his bike?"
The last thing he sees are those ridiculous rings, and the last thing he feels is the asphalt at his back... again.
--
When he comes to, he's on a hotel bed, and further investigation of the room tells him he has no idea where he is. It's much nicer than the Odessa Inn, and that's about as much as he could ever afford.
"Hello?" he attempts to call out, frowning when he realizes it had come out more like, "Brghhh."
He's gagged--that's great. Secured to the headboard, as well, he finds out as he attempts to leap off the side of the bed.
That's when he begins to scream.
"Shut the fuck up," comes a frustrated voice as Aaron stumbles back into the room, lobbing his cell phone at Zach's face. Zach wonders idly if it was his sister again.. or perhaps Teddy, on the other line.
With an exasperated sigh, Aaron undoes the makeshift gag, holding his finger over Zach's lips as the cloth shifts away.
"Teddy doesn't mean anything to me." The words are desperate, deliberate, and for some reason that's when Zach begins to laugh.
Hysterically.
"You don't have to.. prove anything... to me.." Zach manages, eyes tearing up as the laughter consumes more of his lungs, eyes fluttering closed in mirth.
Aaron's expression turns cross as he clambers onto the bed, looming over Zachary. Shaking his head in a gesture of confusion, pale green eyes meet wide hazel as one hand ghosts over Zach's throat, the other pushing against the boy's mouth.
And that's when Zach gets his first real taste of fear. Is he going to die here? Maybe he'll make the next tabloid cover.
Aaron latches onto his fear, and drinks it down like a well-mixed gin and tonic. Another moment of that hard stare, and he shoves two fingers past those softly yielding pink lips. Too pink and too young, but Aaron doesn't give a fuck anymore. Zach struggles with the intrusion, making a small noise in the back of his throat even as Aaron presses against it, keeping him silent as danger burns in those jade eyes.
"Go with this and maybe I'll let you live," he hisses in the teen's ear, fingers hitting the back of his throat before he's pulling away--look obviously spelling out that any noise on Zachary's part would be a serious and most likely fatal mistake.
Aaron's fumbling with his belt-buckle and the fear mixes, churning into terror even as he feels himself hardening. This is so wrong, but he can't help but want this man who's taking such pleasure in breaking him--who won't stop till he's satisfied.
And that's when he feels the man's cock pressing against his lips, and he takes some small measure of comfort in the fact that he has no choice, because then he doesn't have to think about how much he wants this. Aaron pushes into the wet heat mercilessly, and Zach fights himself to keep his teeth back and his mouth as wide as possible, even as his eyes squeeze shut and his fingernails bite into his palms.
The older man pauses a moment, grinning lopsidedly before sliding his length out, then pushes himself in until his fully-hardened head brushes the back of young Zachary's throat. The teen nearly gags, struggling against his bonds, but Aaron fucks his mouth without reservation, making small pleasured grunts of his own.
"Is your ass as tight as your hot mouth," he wonders aloud, thinking that it's fucking inconvenient that men couldn't self-lubricate like women. But gagging the boy on his cock isn't enough; he wants to bury himself in wet heat. And now he's shoving away thoughts of Teddy as he pulls out of Zachary's mouth, leaning forward to kiss him bruisingly in a gesture that's more bite than kiss.
Aaron studies Zach curiously, eyes raking down the slender boy's chest. A t-shirt. He could rip it, untie the boy and remove it properly then retie him, or simply fuck him without removing the garment.
...In the end he decides to rip it, scratching blunt nails down the boy's taught chest as the other tears through it easily. Aaron can't help the stirring in his loins when Zach reacts to that, eyes going black and now-swollen lips parting. His thighs even spread a miniscule amount, but it's enough for the scientist to notice, the kid's belt hitting the floor in seconds.
"Do you want me?" he asks suddenly, needing to know as he searches those large hazel eyes, full of fear and something darker.
"No," Zach bites out immediately--he's not about to give this bastard rapist the satisfaction.
Aaron's smile is spun of wrath and cruelty as the yanks down Zachary's jeans and boxers, the articles also making their way to the carpeted floor. He pitches forward on his heels, grasping the teenager's cock in a vice-like grip.
"Do you want this?" he hisses, pumping to illustrate.
Zach looses control, and he can't vocalize he's breathing so erratically, wanting to move away though all his body wants to do is move into the man, let him take what they both so desperately need.
All he can do is nod, eyes sliding closed once more as his face burns in shame.
Then knees are drawn up, strewn over shoulders, and Aaron's fingers are pushing against his opening dry. Zach can already sense how much this is going to hurt, and he can't help the way his muscles tense in realization.
"Relax," he warns the boy, scratching his stomach a bit harder than he had intended, watching--fixated as small pools of blood gather in the marks.
Zach hisses in pain, but complies out of necessity, eyebrows drawing together as one thick, unlubricated finger breaches him. The ring is cold against his insides, and he thinks he might explode, but all too soon a second finger joins it and he lets out a pained moan.
Green eyes light in anger, and the second hand comes up, closing around his throat once more. The way Aaron squeezes his air passage is the way he had squeezed his cock, and all things considered.. he finds himself getting hard, if only a little bit.
"You want me," Aaron insists, and by the tone of his voice.. Zach knows it's a justification. One hand tightens as the other probes deeper, searching for that small bud that might make the boy jump.
Turns out it does, and after, Zach is a quivering bundle of nerves, struggling for breath even as he's granted very little. And all too soon, the man is lining his cock up to Zachary's entrance, pushing in as he pushes down on his larynx. Just as he thinks he might drift off, lose himself to a much-welcome black, Aaron pulls his fingers away, resting them on the boy's shoulder instead.
The hand that had been inside him comes up to rest on his hip, fingers immediately digging in as he forces himself to pause, feeling Zach's muscles contract around him. Not even Teddy had been this tight, and it takes him a moment to adjust. As he thrusts in, those ringed fingers come up off Zach's shoulder to plunder the depths of his mouth, no doubt stifling any noise that might want to escape. And for the first time Aaron feels fully sheathed in warmth, and completely without restraint.
With a muffled groan he starts up a torturing pace, matching his blows with the fingers thrusting in and out of that tender mouth. After a few minutes, he gives up on trying to find the boy's prostate, simply driving into him without mercy, fingers forgotten in the moment as they slide away with a knowing pop.
The fingers are replaced by Aaron's mouth as he chews Zachary's lips to ribbons, fingers moving down his body to do as much damage as possible even as he's breaking the boy from the inside out. It's not until he realizes that his movements are lubricated by blood that he truly looses himself, crying out as he bites into the boy's shoulder, hammering away until the world dulls around them and the body beneath him goes limp.
Aaron spends himself and pulls away from the broken teen, pressing one last kiss to those bloody lips, chaste and in contrast to every other action. He unties Zach from the bed-frame before moving away to shower, calling back over his shoulder that they're even now.
Zach stares unseeing at the hotel ceiling, trying to remember ever feeling this numb. But he can't, and he finds himself wondering idly... if he'll ever properly feel again.
After a time and well before Aaron's shower is done, he redresses himself sans his tattered shirt, pulling his sweatshirt over bare flesh. He makes the long trek home, not precisely sure where he is yet knowing the way just the same.
And when he drops into his bed, shoes still fastened to his feet, he sighs. It really is the best his sheets have ever felt, crumpled around him in the mockery of comfort. He can't even be angry that his bike is wrecked either because, in the state he's in, he knows he can't ride one anyway.