Fic: Or Maybe Kill Ourselves But Live Again [Korse/Gerard]
Title: Or Maybe Kill Ourselves But Live Again
Pairing: Korse/Gerard
Rating: Adult
Summary: Gerard never gets used to the feeling of dying.
Warnings: Dubcon that veers towards Non-con, Gunplay, violence
AN: Thanks to cool_rain_kiss for the beta.
Gerard gasps awake, groaning with a pain he feels down to his bones and squinting against the harsh light of the bright white cell. Dying always hurts, but every time still feels somehow worse than the time before. He looks around to make sure he’s alone in the cell before running his hands over himself to check for injuries. His skin is still a little scorched under his chin where Korse shot him. Sliding his hand back behind his ear, he feels the scars from the memory implant that keeps his mind alive every time his body dies.
Once he had asked Korse why he keeps bringing them back. Korse had smiled his cold, dead smile and simply said that he refused to create a martyr for anyone to rally behind. Sometimes he wonders how many times Korse has died. He knows he’s killed him twice and Ray once got him right in the heart, if his is even in the usual spot. Gerard’s not sure if he actually has one anymore. He’s certainly more machine than man by now.
Gerard’s died enough times to know that you lose bits of yourself every time, between the lost memories that don’t quite make the cut and the small chance of organ malfunctions. No matter how good your hardware is, it’s not a real brain and it can only hold so much of one. He’s never told anyone, but he’s so scared sometimes that he’ll forget Mikey or what it feels like to love him. Sometimes he can’t sleep for days because he’s trying to force his memory implant to keep multiple copies of the people he loves, just in case. Not remembering Mikey or Ray or Frank would be awful. He knows he’s lost bits of Brian he’ll never get back as it is. Frank has tattoos for everything important. He never says, but Gerard knows it’s for the same reason. He thinks almost half of them are just about Jamia, even if he does see less and less of her lately.
Gerard’s thoughts are slammed to a halt as the door opens with a pop and a woosh, and Korse steps in, gun in his hand but held at his side. He knows Gerard is in no condition to pose a threat. “We only brought you back this time.”
Gerard swallows. “I thought you didn’t want martyrs.”
Korse smiles, but it’s hollow. “You always call my bluff. One day, I won’t be bluffing, though. How many more times are you going to make me kill your brother before you do what’s best for him?”
Gerard makes a noise halfway between a sob and a laugh. “I don’t know. How many more times can I kill you before you stop getting up again?”
Korse moves faster than Gerard can track, picking him up by his collar and slamming him into the wall, hitting bruises only a few days old, and jams his raygun into the scorch mark under Gerard’s chin. “What do you think the chance is of me missing at this range?”
Gerard whimpers involuntarily and tries to squirm away before spitting out, “I don’t know. What’s the chance that you’ll suck my dick? Like fifty-fifty, right?”
Korse lets out a frustrated growl that no supposedly emotionless cyborg should ever make and digs the gun into Gerard’s chin harder before kicking Gerard’s shins until he falls to his knees in front of Korse. He grabs Gerard’s chin, pulling his face up to look at him, and Gerard lets out a yell as fingers dig into his sensitive wounds. “You know you make me do this. Do you think I don’t have better things to do? You’ve become most of my job.”
Gerard laughs, ignoring his growing erection. “Not my fault you’re obsessed with me.” Korse pistol-whips the side of his head. “Fuck! You’re a sick fuck, you know that?”
Korse eyes Gerard’s half-hard cock through his pants. “You’re the sick one, Gerard. Or is it Party Poison now?” Korse touches his cheek, almost too softly. “If you would just play by the rules, everything would be different. You could save them all.” He slides his hand up Gerard’s face and fists his hair. “Look at this.” He tugs. “Disgusting.”
Gerard swallows a lump. “You gonna to shave it again?” Korse gives another sharp tug and Gerard gasps, thighs twitching as his dick gets harder.
“No, I think I like the length on you. We’ll have to do something about the color, though.” Korse runs his gun over Gerard’s cheek with his free hand.
Gerard’s breath quickens. “I’ll just dye it again anyway.”
Korse drags the gun over Gerard’s lower lip, smiling when Gerard makes a little noise and his knees slide apart on the floor. “Look how much you want this.” He pushes the muzzle of his gun past Gerard’s lips and Gerard moans around it. “I could kill you right now and you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to. Convince me why I shouldn’t.”
Gerard begins to move his mouth up and down the shaft of the gun, moaning around the unyielding, awkward shape in his mouth. Korse nods appreciatively and keeps the grip in Gerard’s hair tight for a moment, before letting go to undo his pants. Gerard keeps sucking on the gun, watching Korse with hungry eyes.
“Keep your hands behind your back.” Korse orders as he removes his gun and frees his cock, rubbing the head over Gerard’s lips. “You’re such a little slut. Do other people even need a gun to get this out of you?” Gerard slides his lips over the head. “Or maybe you like the gun.” Korse points the gun at Gerard’s temple as he pushes past his lips, gripping Gerard’s hair again. “I wonder if your brother is this good.”
Something changes in Gerard’s eyes and he bites down as hard as he can. Korse screams, losing some grip on the gun. Gerard takes the opportunity and grabs it, shooting Korse in the foot from his awkward angle on the floor. “He’s off-limits.”
Korse stumbes back, raising his hands and smiling. “You win this one. They’re all one level down.” Gerard nods and shoots him in the head anyway. He’s not worth a second thought. He’s barely human. He’ll be back, anyway.
Pairing: Korse/Gerard
Rating: Adult
Summary: Gerard never gets used to the feeling of dying.
Warnings: Dubcon that veers towards Non-con, Gunplay, violence
AN: Thanks to cool_rain_kiss for the beta.
Gerard gasps awake, groaning with a pain he feels down to his bones and squinting against the harsh light of the bright white cell. Dying always hurts, but every time still feels somehow worse than the time before. He looks around to make sure he’s alone in the cell before running his hands over himself to check for injuries. His skin is still a little scorched under his chin where Korse shot him. Sliding his hand back behind his ear, he feels the scars from the memory implant that keeps his mind alive every time his body dies.
Once he had asked Korse why he keeps bringing them back. Korse had smiled his cold, dead smile and simply said that he refused to create a martyr for anyone to rally behind. Sometimes he wonders how many times Korse has died. He knows he’s killed him twice and Ray once got him right in the heart, if his is even in the usual spot. Gerard’s not sure if he actually has one anymore. He’s certainly more machine than man by now.
Gerard’s died enough times to know that you lose bits of yourself every time, between the lost memories that don’t quite make the cut and the small chance of organ malfunctions. No matter how good your hardware is, it’s not a real brain and it can only hold so much of one. He’s never told anyone, but he’s so scared sometimes that he’ll forget Mikey or what it feels like to love him. Sometimes he can’t sleep for days because he’s trying to force his memory implant to keep multiple copies of the people he loves, just in case. Not remembering Mikey or Ray or Frank would be awful. He knows he’s lost bits of Brian he’ll never get back as it is. Frank has tattoos for everything important. He never says, but Gerard knows it’s for the same reason. He thinks almost half of them are just about Jamia, even if he does see less and less of her lately.
Gerard’s thoughts are slammed to a halt as the door opens with a pop and a woosh, and Korse steps in, gun in his hand but held at his side. He knows Gerard is in no condition to pose a threat. “We only brought you back this time.”
Gerard swallows. “I thought you didn’t want martyrs.”
Korse smiles, but it’s hollow. “You always call my bluff. One day, I won’t be bluffing, though. How many more times are you going to make me kill your brother before you do what’s best for him?”
Gerard makes a noise halfway between a sob and a laugh. “I don’t know. How many more times can I kill you before you stop getting up again?”
Korse moves faster than Gerard can track, picking him up by his collar and slamming him into the wall, hitting bruises only a few days old, and jams his raygun into the scorch mark under Gerard’s chin. “What do you think the chance is of me missing at this range?”
Gerard whimpers involuntarily and tries to squirm away before spitting out, “I don’t know. What’s the chance that you’ll suck my dick? Like fifty-fifty, right?”
Korse lets out a frustrated growl that no supposedly emotionless cyborg should ever make and digs the gun into Gerard’s chin harder before kicking Gerard’s shins until he falls to his knees in front of Korse. He grabs Gerard’s chin, pulling his face up to look at him, and Gerard lets out a yell as fingers dig into his sensitive wounds. “You know you make me do this. Do you think I don’t have better things to do? You’ve become most of my job.”
Gerard laughs, ignoring his growing erection. “Not my fault you’re obsessed with me.” Korse pistol-whips the side of his head. “Fuck! You’re a sick fuck, you know that?”
Korse eyes Gerard’s half-hard cock through his pants. “You’re the sick one, Gerard. Or is it Party Poison now?” Korse touches his cheek, almost too softly. “If you would just play by the rules, everything would be different. You could save them all.” He slides his hand up Gerard’s face and fists his hair. “Look at this.” He tugs. “Disgusting.”
Gerard swallows a lump. “You gonna to shave it again?” Korse gives another sharp tug and Gerard gasps, thighs twitching as his dick gets harder.
“No, I think I like the length on you. We’ll have to do something about the color, though.” Korse runs his gun over Gerard’s cheek with his free hand.
Gerard’s breath quickens. “I’ll just dye it again anyway.”
Korse drags the gun over Gerard’s lower lip, smiling when Gerard makes a little noise and his knees slide apart on the floor. “Look how much you want this.” He pushes the muzzle of his gun past Gerard’s lips and Gerard moans around it. “I could kill you right now and you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to. Convince me why I shouldn’t.”
Gerard begins to move his mouth up and down the shaft of the gun, moaning around the unyielding, awkward shape in his mouth. Korse nods appreciatively and keeps the grip in Gerard’s hair tight for a moment, before letting go to undo his pants. Gerard keeps sucking on the gun, watching Korse with hungry eyes.
“Keep your hands behind your back.” Korse orders as he removes his gun and frees his cock, rubbing the head over Gerard’s lips. “You’re such a little slut. Do other people even need a gun to get this out of you?” Gerard slides his lips over the head. “Or maybe you like the gun.” Korse points the gun at Gerard’s temple as he pushes past his lips, gripping Gerard’s hair again. “I wonder if your brother is this good.”
Something changes in Gerard’s eyes and he bites down as hard as he can. Korse screams, losing some grip on the gun. Gerard takes the opportunity and grabs it, shooting Korse in the foot from his awkward angle on the floor. “He’s off-limits.”
Korse stumbes back, raising his hands and smiling. “You win this one. They’re all one level down.” Gerard nods and shoots him in the head anyway. He’s not worth a second thought. He’s barely human. He’ll be back, anyway.