Smut Story - Deadly Game (pt 2)
Title: Deadly Game
Series: Repo! The Genetic Opera
Author: R.L. Shephard, aka Madame Ruby
Word Count: 853
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nathan/Graverobber (Grathan)
Warnings: Slash, knife play, blood play, Dominance/submission, erotic death threats
Summary: (Graverobber POV) Graverobber tries to get Nathan to live up to his threats
He licks up the side of my neck, and I wish I could see his lips. They'd be covered in my blood, and oh fuck I would do anything to kiss him and taste it for myself. He tells me again to get on my knees and suck him off, or that scalpel of his goes against a major artery. I kind of want to know which one, but he's not in the mood for fucking around, since he grabs hold of my hair and jerks my head back. "All right, all right. I'm getting there..." I mumble, slowly dropping down.
The hand in my hair eases up as he walks around in front of me, and I look up just in time to see him licking his lips, the reddish tinge of my blood staining a bit more than just his mouth. I start rubbing myself through my pants, and he backhands me once he realizes what I'm doing. "I didn't say you could do that, did I?"
I can't help but stare at his hand, covered in more of my blood. "No, sir." I say the words absently, reaching out to hold his hand, licking at my blood before it dries there.
I'm actually surprised that he allows it, but it can't last forever. He expects me to do what he says, so it's no shock that he grabs my hair again and yanks me forward. I keep myself from falling by grabbing onto his hips. I never noticed him unbuttoning his pants before we started all this kinky shit, so it must've happened in the past minute or two. Doesn't change the fact that I'm still staring right at his crotch, and he's pulling his pants down.
Now, I've never given much thought to how big the Repo Man is, since I'm not generally the one on bottom in any of my "relationships," and neither of us has been in this position before. But from down here, he looks a lot bigger than I remember him being. And that's before he puts both his hands in my hair and shoves my face into his junk.
My first reaction is pretty fucking simple: I try to shove him away and work at my own pace. But he yanks harder on my hair, trying to keep me from pulling back. I'm not about to mind a few hairs pulled out, but he has to go and threaten me again.
"Open your mouth, or I can find more creative uses for a scalpel than just cutting." Sounds painful. Probably would be. But the threat is as good as dirty talk for me, and I open my mouth. I nearly choke on him, but he just won't stop. After a little while, it's all I can do to close my eyes and keep from biting down. I'm sure he's grateful for that, but I'm not.
He stops for a minute, and I can feel his cock twitching on my tongue. Please, oh fuck don't let him come in my mouth. I can stand what he's been doing okay, but I will lose it if I have to choke down that.
I sigh just a little bit when he pulls away and throws me on the dirty little bed where our past meetups have taken place. This is something I can handle, something I'm more willing to submit to. He bends down to pick up the scalpel he let go before the forced blowjob, and I roll over and kick him in the shoulder. "Don't you fucking dare do that again."
"Or what? You'll try to kill me?" He's gotten too cocky. He probably thinks it's part of the game, but I'll be damned if I let that bastard face-fuck me again.
"No, I'll just bite it off." He shuts up at that. Thankfully. But he doesn't let it be and keep going. My face is still bleeding, and I can see the drying blood on his chest. It's enough to make me want to. I run my fingers over the cut on my jaw, staring at hte glistening, sticky stuff for a few seconds before licking it off. "You gonna fuck me or what, Repo Man? I don't have all night." I don't care what kind of issues the guy's got - we meet with each other for sex, that's it. If he's not willing to perform, then I'm out of here.
"No. You don't know what you're asking."
Spare me. After rolling my eyes, I reach for one of the scalpels on the floor. "I know exactly what I'm asking, Repo Man. I want you to cut me, lick my blood, hold this scalpel to my throat and threaten to kill me while you're fucking me. And if you won't deliver, then I'm going to do it to you. Got it?"
"You don't understand..." He's going to give me some bullshit excuse, I just know it.
"No, I just don't care." I hold the scalpel out to him. "I finally find someone I'm willing to let top me, and he chickens out last-minute. Either use this on me, or get the fuck out and don't come back."
END PART TWO! :D
Okay guys, I know I originally intended this to be a two-part fic, but the idea just ran away with itself. I'm going to be posting TWO possible endings for this, and I'll post them both at once. It might be a couple of days before the next update, but hey... it'll be worth it :D
Series: Repo! The Genetic Opera
Author: R.L. Shephard, aka Madame Ruby
Word Count: 853
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nathan/Graverobber (Grathan)
Warnings: Slash, knife play, blood play, Dominance/submission, erotic death threats
Summary: (Graverobber POV) Graverobber tries to get Nathan to live up to his threats
He licks up the side of my neck, and I wish I could see his lips. They'd be covered in my blood, and oh fuck I would do anything to kiss him and taste it for myself. He tells me again to get on my knees and suck him off, or that scalpel of his goes against a major artery. I kind of want to know which one, but he's not in the mood for fucking around, since he grabs hold of my hair and jerks my head back. "All right, all right. I'm getting there..." I mumble, slowly dropping down.
The hand in my hair eases up as he walks around in front of me, and I look up just in time to see him licking his lips, the reddish tinge of my blood staining a bit more than just his mouth. I start rubbing myself through my pants, and he backhands me once he realizes what I'm doing. "I didn't say you could do that, did I?"
I can't help but stare at his hand, covered in more of my blood. "No, sir." I say the words absently, reaching out to hold his hand, licking at my blood before it dries there.
I'm actually surprised that he allows it, but it can't last forever. He expects me to do what he says, so it's no shock that he grabs my hair again and yanks me forward. I keep myself from falling by grabbing onto his hips. I never noticed him unbuttoning his pants before we started all this kinky shit, so it must've happened in the past minute or two. Doesn't change the fact that I'm still staring right at his crotch, and he's pulling his pants down.
Now, I've never given much thought to how big the Repo Man is, since I'm not generally the one on bottom in any of my "relationships," and neither of us has been in this position before. But from down here, he looks a lot bigger than I remember him being. And that's before he puts both his hands in my hair and shoves my face into his junk.
My first reaction is pretty fucking simple: I try to shove him away and work at my own pace. But he yanks harder on my hair, trying to keep me from pulling back. I'm not about to mind a few hairs pulled out, but he has to go and threaten me again.
"Open your mouth, or I can find more creative uses for a scalpel than just cutting." Sounds painful. Probably would be. But the threat is as good as dirty talk for me, and I open my mouth. I nearly choke on him, but he just won't stop. After a little while, it's all I can do to close my eyes and keep from biting down. I'm sure he's grateful for that, but I'm not.
He stops for a minute, and I can feel his cock twitching on my tongue. Please, oh fuck don't let him come in my mouth. I can stand what he's been doing okay, but I will lose it if I have to choke down that.
I sigh just a little bit when he pulls away and throws me on the dirty little bed where our past meetups have taken place. This is something I can handle, something I'm more willing to submit to. He bends down to pick up the scalpel he let go before the forced blowjob, and I roll over and kick him in the shoulder. "Don't you fucking dare do that again."
"Or what? You'll try to kill me?" He's gotten too cocky. He probably thinks it's part of the game, but I'll be damned if I let that bastard face-fuck me again.
"No, I'll just bite it off." He shuts up at that. Thankfully. But he doesn't let it be and keep going. My face is still bleeding, and I can see the drying blood on his chest. It's enough to make me want to. I run my fingers over the cut on my jaw, staring at hte glistening, sticky stuff for a few seconds before licking it off. "You gonna fuck me or what, Repo Man? I don't have all night." I don't care what kind of issues the guy's got - we meet with each other for sex, that's it. If he's not willing to perform, then I'm out of here.
"No. You don't know what you're asking."
Spare me. After rolling my eyes, I reach for one of the scalpels on the floor. "I know exactly what I'm asking, Repo Man. I want you to cut me, lick my blood, hold this scalpel to my throat and threaten to kill me while you're fucking me. And if you won't deliver, then I'm going to do it to you. Got it?"
"You don't understand..." He's going to give me some bullshit excuse, I just know it.
"No, I just don't care." I hold the scalpel out to him. "I finally find someone I'm willing to let top me, and he chickens out last-minute. Either use this on me, or get the fuck out and don't come back."
END PART TWO! :D
Okay guys, I know I originally intended this to be a two-part fic, but the idea just ran away with itself. I'm going to be posting TWO possible endings for this, and I'll post them both at once. It might be a couple of days before the next update, but hey... it'll be worth it :D