annie are you okay, are you okay? [closed & finished]

[virucide]

WHO: Mello (virucide) & Brian Moser (salvationdenied) -- open to Matt (lungrot) via phone, if he'd like!
WHAT: Revenge. (See this.)
WHERE: The center of town, and then an anonymous hotel room.
WHEN: Day 75, late at night.
WARNINGS: Very, very graphic violence. This is rape, so proceed at your own risk.

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[virucide]

He's been torn apart. There's no going back now, not with this solidity of muscle and tissue sealed by blood and agony.

The bastard's inside of him at last. It shouldn't hurt this much, but it does; Mello's not a virgin, but he certainly feels like one again. Tensing only makes it worse and yet he can't really stop himself from giving into instinct, and his body closes like a vice around the monster's hard cock, driving a helpless sound of pain from the blond's throat. He's been violated at last.

His mind, his body, his pride.

Everything.

He can feel the man's pulse deep within him, thundering against the raw and tender and secret crevices of his body like a war drum. It's too intimate, this level of contact, it's too horrible. His wrists yank against their forever unrelenting restraints, and in an accidental move, the handle of the shears hit the headboard, lodging them deeper.

Mello vaguely realizes that he's screaming again. His legs are shaking, trembling, toes curling. His body is torn and held open, ready for the taking. All this layered on top of itself, all of this combined...it's a hellish nightmare turned reality.

[salvationdenied]

Brian pants, but does not moan. He barely groans as he speaks into the phone, the video pointed at the chest of the man under him.

"He loves it, Matthew. Look at him. Look at how he's moving, and god, he's so tight-- he's so--" Brian laughs, the camera zooming in on Mello's face. "How small were you, Matthew, really? He's barely stretched." Laughter, high and tinny. "He is-- well, was... practically brand new."

He continues to press in, video on Mello's face.

"Mello-mello.." When the blond looks up, Brian pulls out and pushes in deep again. "Tell Matthew, tell your Matthew that you love him."

The words come out in a hiss, in a soft bubbling hiss that rises like vapor, vile and rotten, from his mouth.

"Tell Matt that you love him, Mello, and... say goodbye."