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Author: Aublivienne
Story: Singularity Syndrome
Title: Ritual
Challenge: Mango #8 (i can't help myself)
Extras/Toppings: malt - prompts from a hat (Carmine: sparks excitement in the boys)
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1759
Summary: Alain and Carmine are part of a show.
Notes: i'm not gonna lie, i'm just REALLY tired of looking at this, but i hope you all like it :)
“So...you come here often?”
The scientist didn't even look up. “Shut up,” Alain snarled.
Carmine rolled his eyes. “Just starting conversation,” he said, tilting his head back against the headboard.
“Don't.” Alain crossed his arms and adjusted his position on the floor. Two masked men had thrown them both into a lavish bedroom. Someone opened the door every once in a while to give them food and water, but other than that, the two had been stuck there. Banging on the door and screaming had gotten old in a matter of hours, and neither of them had been particularly thrilled to be locked up together.
“Really,” Carmine said. “I don't see why we can't just...chat.”
“Fine.” Alain stood up and stretched. “Let's fucking chat, shall we? Do you want to chat about how I was literally dragged from a bar and thrown into a mysterious bedroom? Or how about the rage that I've been dealing with ever since I got here and realized that I have to breathe the same air as you? Or how about the lovely dreams I've been having that involve me tearing your spine out and sodomizing you with it?” He walked towards the bed and slammed his hand against the wall by Carmine's head. “Is that what you want to chat about?”
Carmine smirked. “Why is it always about sex with you?” he asked.
“You're one to talk,” Alain said matching the gunman's snarky half-grin.
A loudspeaker crackled and there was a loud gargling sound on the other end. “Attention,” a deep, robotic voice boomed over the gargling. “The Queen is bored, and the two of you have been selected to entertain her.”
Carmine blinked and looked up. “Okay,” he said slowly. “What exactly does this queen want us-“
“So why wait three days?” Alain interrupted. “Why lock me in here for three fucking days-“ He stopped and put a hand to his head. “Shit,” he mumbled, falling onto the bed. “Oh, son of a-“
“The effects of the food we have been giving you should be kicking in now,” the voice said. “The Queen is fascinated by the reproductive rituals of other species. You will perform this ritual.”
Alain growled under his breath. “I don't care how many drugs you pump into me, I'm not fucking...that.”
“Your mouth says no, but your body says yes,” Carmine said, pointing at Alain's partial erection. “I'm not too keen on this idea either, but what else are we going to do?” He moved closer to the scientist and wrapped an arm around his waist.
“Don't-don't touch me, slut,” Alain hissed, squirming. Whatever was in his system had made his skin much more sensitive than normal. He gasped when Carmine's fingers brushed his hip.
Carmine smirked again and pushed Alain onto his back. “You know, I think I'm going to make you call me by my name today,” he muttered.
“I'll call you whatever the hell I-“ Alain sucked in a breath as Carmine's lips touched his neck. “I'm going to kill every last one of these assholes when I get out of here...”
“I doubt it.” Carmine smiled. The chemicals were effecting him as well, and all of Alain's movements were only making him harder. “Look, it's not looking like we have much of a choice, so why not lie back and enjoy it? Come on, Professor...”
Alain shuddered and gripped the sheets. “Dammit, why does it make me so hot when you call me that?”
“You do have an obsession with authority,” Carmine whispered.
“No.” Alain shoved the taller man off of him and jumped to his feet. “They'll have to fucking kill me before I get into bed with you.” He crossed his arms defiantly as he glared down at Carmine. This was obviously a joke. He'd rather play in traffic, or mainline dark matter, or do anything besides pulling that stupid leather jumpsuit off of Carmine's toned body and tasting his beautiful golden skin before kneeling between those long, gorgeous legs to--
Alain sighed as he found himself astride his enemy. “Fucking hell.” He scowled for a moment before leaning in close. “I won't let you enjoy this.”
“You tell yourself that,” Carmine chuckled before pulling Alain into a kiss.
Alain wrinkled his nose and pulled away quickly. “Let's...skip that part,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt.
“What, afraid you might like it?”
“I could choke the life out of you and get off just the same.” Alain tossed the shirt aside and gingerly pulled on Carmine's zipper. “Don't tempt me.”
“I might like that.” He wiggled out of the top half of his jumpsuit and smiled as Alain's face reddened. He had never seen the scientist flustered like this before, and he was beginning to enjoy it. “See anything nice?”
“Sh-shut up.” Alain reached out before he could stop himself and ran a hand down the gunman's toned chest. “Built like a fucking god,” he whispered, almost to himself. He hated himself for getting like this, especially over Carmine of all people. “I-I-I mean, you look like a whore,” he said quickly, pulling his hand back as if he'd touched something hot.
Carmine was having fun watching Alain react to him, but there was something more pressing he had to take care of. “Let me be your whore for a little while,” he said, lowering his voice and unbuckling Alain's belt. He slid Alain's pants down, exposing his pale skin to the chilly air. “You know, this kind of reminds me of that time with the handcuffs and the shower rod. Remember that?”
Alain growled. “Don't sit there and talk to me like we-“ His words dissolved into a gasp as Carmine wrapped a skilled hand around Alain's hardness. “Like we're friends,” Alain finished breathily, his fingers curling into the sheets as the taller man stroked him.
“What, so I can't be nice and try to make this more fun for the both of us?” Carmine laughed, thumbing the tip and watching Alain's hips twitch. He flipped them both over and knelt at the edge of the bed. “Am I supposed to stay quiet the whole time?”
“It would certainly be preferable.” Alain bit back a groan as Carmine's pace picked up. “Can we get this over with?”
Carmine rummaged around in the small box next to the bed until he found what he was looking for. “If that's what would really make you happy, then I guess so.” He slicked himself up with the newfound lube and smiled. “Ready?”
Alain grunted in response and closed his eyes. The sooner this mess was over and done, the sooner he could slit the fucker's throat with a rusty steak knife. He had been doing just fine pretending that this was all just a nightmare, and he could probably do it for a few more minutes.
The scientist let out a whine as Carmine braced himself against the mattress with a knee and pushed himself into him. His hips bucked upwards and he inadvertently thrusted into Carmine's hand, which was still jerking him off. “Son of a bitch-“
“Fuck, you're tight,” Carmine muttered, his voice rough. He pushed slowly, settling inside Alain for a moment before beginning to move again. “You don't bottom often, do you?”
Alain shook his head before letting it fall back against the mattress, occasionally wincing as the gunman pumped in and out of him. As much as Alain didn't want to admit it, Carmine really seemed to know what he was doing.
Carmine picked up speed-just a little-and dipped his head to bite at the shorter man's neck. Alain moaned, tilting his head to one side to give him better access. The scientist dug his nails into Carmine's back, a small part of him desperate to inflict some sort of pain, but it just seemed to urge him on. “You know, you can be really hot when you want to be,” Carmine laughed.
Alain gasped at the feeling of Carmine's lips moving against his skin. “Shut up and fuck me,” he said, but it sounded much less like a threat than it normally would. He rolled his hips whenever Carmine thrusted, eager to make him go as deep as possible. Carmine gasped at the new sensation, making Alain smile. “It's so easy to control you.”
“Really?” Carmine chuckled and twisted his hand around Alain's member, pulling a scream out of his reluctant lover. “Forgot about this, did you?”
Once Alain caught his breath, he looked up at Carmine, lust heavy in his eyes. “Do that again,” he breathed, his voice shaky.
Carmine flicked at the tip with his thumb, slightly twisting his wrist and watching as Alain utterly unraveled, moaning lewdly and clawing at the taller man's back. It was an interesting change from Alain's usual threatening manner, and Carmine couldn't contain himself watching it. He came with a sharp exhale, slamming into Alain even as he continued the slow twists of his hand. Alain was soon to follow, cursing loudly and completely losing himself in his orgasm.
The two of them lay there for a moment, Carmine's face still nestled in the crook of Alain's neck. The drugs were beginning to wear off, but Carmine liked the warmth.
“So, uh...” Carmine fixed his clothes and zipped his jumpsuit back up, but stayed intimately close to his nemesis. “Maybe next time we ca-“
Before Carmine could finish his sentence, Alain backhanded him hard, catching the gunman's chin as his head snapped to the side. “First of all,” he hissed, jerking Carmine's face towards his to glare straight into his eyes. “There won't be a 'next time.' And if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will burn everything and everyone you hold dear and make you watch. Is that understood?”
Carmine's eyebrows shot up and he nodded. Obviously, Alain's warm fuzzies were gone. Probably murdered, Camine thought, not daring to say it aloud.
“Good.” Alain shoved Carmine off of him and fixed his own clothes. “Now, unless you can find me something charming and cute to violate so I can get the taste of that...encounter...out of my mouth, get out of my way.” He got up and stalked to the door, pleased to find it unlocked. Before he walked out, he glanced over his shoulder. “...You're not half bad, slut,” he said.
Carmine grinned, exaggeratedly flipping his ponytail over his shoulder. “I know,” he answered, laughing.
Alain scowled. “Don't get cocky, I've had better.”
“And I'm the slut?” Carmine muttered under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
Story: Singularity Syndrome
Title: Ritual
Challenge: Mango #8 (i can't help myself)
Extras/Toppings: malt - prompts from a hat (Carmine: sparks excitement in the boys)
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1759
Summary: Alain and Carmine are part of a show.
Notes: i'm not gonna lie, i'm just REALLY tired of looking at this, but i hope you all like it :)
“So...you come here often?”
The scientist didn't even look up. “Shut up,” Alain snarled.
Carmine rolled his eyes. “Just starting conversation,” he said, tilting his head back against the headboard.
“Don't.” Alain crossed his arms and adjusted his position on the floor. Two masked men had thrown them both into a lavish bedroom. Someone opened the door every once in a while to give them food and water, but other than that, the two had been stuck there. Banging on the door and screaming had gotten old in a matter of hours, and neither of them had been particularly thrilled to be locked up together.
“Really,” Carmine said. “I don't see why we can't just...chat.”
“Fine.” Alain stood up and stretched. “Let's fucking chat, shall we? Do you want to chat about how I was literally dragged from a bar and thrown into a mysterious bedroom? Or how about the rage that I've been dealing with ever since I got here and realized that I have to breathe the same air as you? Or how about the lovely dreams I've been having that involve me tearing your spine out and sodomizing you with it?” He walked towards the bed and slammed his hand against the wall by Carmine's head. “Is that what you want to chat about?”
Carmine smirked. “Why is it always about sex with you?” he asked.
“You're one to talk,” Alain said matching the gunman's snarky half-grin.
A loudspeaker crackled and there was a loud gargling sound on the other end. “Attention,” a deep, robotic voice boomed over the gargling. “The Queen is bored, and the two of you have been selected to entertain her.”
Carmine blinked and looked up. “Okay,” he said slowly. “What exactly does this queen want us-“
“So why wait three days?” Alain interrupted. “Why lock me in here for three fucking days-“ He stopped and put a hand to his head. “Shit,” he mumbled, falling onto the bed. “Oh, son of a-“
“The effects of the food we have been giving you should be kicking in now,” the voice said. “The Queen is fascinated by the reproductive rituals of other species. You will perform this ritual.”
Alain growled under his breath. “I don't care how many drugs you pump into me, I'm not fucking...that.”
“Your mouth says no, but your body says yes,” Carmine said, pointing at Alain's partial erection. “I'm not too keen on this idea either, but what else are we going to do?” He moved closer to the scientist and wrapped an arm around his waist.
“Don't-don't touch me, slut,” Alain hissed, squirming. Whatever was in his system had made his skin much more sensitive than normal. He gasped when Carmine's fingers brushed his hip.
Carmine smirked again and pushed Alain onto his back. “You know, I think I'm going to make you call me by my name today,” he muttered.
“I'll call you whatever the hell I-“ Alain sucked in a breath as Carmine's lips touched his neck. “I'm going to kill every last one of these assholes when I get out of here...”
“I doubt it.” Carmine smiled. The chemicals were effecting him as well, and all of Alain's movements were only making him harder. “Look, it's not looking like we have much of a choice, so why not lie back and enjoy it? Come on, Professor...”
Alain shuddered and gripped the sheets. “Dammit, why does it make me so hot when you call me that?”
“You do have an obsession with authority,” Carmine whispered.
“No.” Alain shoved the taller man off of him and jumped to his feet. “They'll have to fucking kill me before I get into bed with you.” He crossed his arms defiantly as he glared down at Carmine. This was obviously a joke. He'd rather play in traffic, or mainline dark matter, or do anything besides pulling that stupid leather jumpsuit off of Carmine's toned body and tasting his beautiful golden skin before kneeling between those long, gorgeous legs to--
Alain sighed as he found himself astride his enemy. “Fucking hell.” He scowled for a moment before leaning in close. “I won't let you enjoy this.”
“You tell yourself that,” Carmine chuckled before pulling Alain into a kiss.
Alain wrinkled his nose and pulled away quickly. “Let's...skip that part,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt.
“What, afraid you might like it?”
“I could choke the life out of you and get off just the same.” Alain tossed the shirt aside and gingerly pulled on Carmine's zipper. “Don't tempt me.”
“I might like that.” He wiggled out of the top half of his jumpsuit and smiled as Alain's face reddened. He had never seen the scientist flustered like this before, and he was beginning to enjoy it. “See anything nice?”
“Sh-shut up.” Alain reached out before he could stop himself and ran a hand down the gunman's toned chest. “Built like a fucking god,” he whispered, almost to himself. He hated himself for getting like this, especially over Carmine of all people. “I-I-I mean, you look like a whore,” he said quickly, pulling his hand back as if he'd touched something hot.
Carmine was having fun watching Alain react to him, but there was something more pressing he had to take care of. “Let me be your whore for a little while,” he said, lowering his voice and unbuckling Alain's belt. He slid Alain's pants down, exposing his pale skin to the chilly air. “You know, this kind of reminds me of that time with the handcuffs and the shower rod. Remember that?”
Alain growled. “Don't sit there and talk to me like we-“ His words dissolved into a gasp as Carmine wrapped a skilled hand around Alain's hardness. “Like we're friends,” Alain finished breathily, his fingers curling into the sheets as the taller man stroked him.
“What, so I can't be nice and try to make this more fun for the both of us?” Carmine laughed, thumbing the tip and watching Alain's hips twitch. He flipped them both over and knelt at the edge of the bed. “Am I supposed to stay quiet the whole time?”
“It would certainly be preferable.” Alain bit back a groan as Carmine's pace picked up. “Can we get this over with?”
Carmine rummaged around in the small box next to the bed until he found what he was looking for. “If that's what would really make you happy, then I guess so.” He slicked himself up with the newfound lube and smiled. “Ready?”
Alain grunted in response and closed his eyes. The sooner this mess was over and done, the sooner he could slit the fucker's throat with a rusty steak knife. He had been doing just fine pretending that this was all just a nightmare, and he could probably do it for a few more minutes.
The scientist let out a whine as Carmine braced himself against the mattress with a knee and pushed himself into him. His hips bucked upwards and he inadvertently thrusted into Carmine's hand, which was still jerking him off. “Son of a bitch-“
“Fuck, you're tight,” Carmine muttered, his voice rough. He pushed slowly, settling inside Alain for a moment before beginning to move again. “You don't bottom often, do you?”
Alain shook his head before letting it fall back against the mattress, occasionally wincing as the gunman pumped in and out of him. As much as Alain didn't want to admit it, Carmine really seemed to know what he was doing.
Carmine picked up speed-just a little-and dipped his head to bite at the shorter man's neck. Alain moaned, tilting his head to one side to give him better access. The scientist dug his nails into Carmine's back, a small part of him desperate to inflict some sort of pain, but it just seemed to urge him on. “You know, you can be really hot when you want to be,” Carmine laughed.
Alain gasped at the feeling of Carmine's lips moving against his skin. “Shut up and fuck me,” he said, but it sounded much less like a threat than it normally would. He rolled his hips whenever Carmine thrusted, eager to make him go as deep as possible. Carmine gasped at the new sensation, making Alain smile. “It's so easy to control you.”
“Really?” Carmine chuckled and twisted his hand around Alain's member, pulling a scream out of his reluctant lover. “Forgot about this, did you?”
Once Alain caught his breath, he looked up at Carmine, lust heavy in his eyes. “Do that again,” he breathed, his voice shaky.
Carmine flicked at the tip with his thumb, slightly twisting his wrist and watching as Alain utterly unraveled, moaning lewdly and clawing at the taller man's back. It was an interesting change from Alain's usual threatening manner, and Carmine couldn't contain himself watching it. He came with a sharp exhale, slamming into Alain even as he continued the slow twists of his hand. Alain was soon to follow, cursing loudly and completely losing himself in his orgasm.
The two of them lay there for a moment, Carmine's face still nestled in the crook of Alain's neck. The drugs were beginning to wear off, but Carmine liked the warmth.
“So, uh...” Carmine fixed his clothes and zipped his jumpsuit back up, but stayed intimately close to his nemesis. “Maybe next time we ca-“
Before Carmine could finish his sentence, Alain backhanded him hard, catching the gunman's chin as his head snapped to the side. “First of all,” he hissed, jerking Carmine's face towards his to glare straight into his eyes. “There won't be a 'next time.' And if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will burn everything and everyone you hold dear and make you watch. Is that understood?”
Carmine's eyebrows shot up and he nodded. Obviously, Alain's warm fuzzies were gone. Probably murdered, Camine thought, not daring to say it aloud.
“Good.” Alain shoved Carmine off of him and fixed his own clothes. “Now, unless you can find me something charming and cute to violate so I can get the taste of that...encounter...out of my mouth, get out of my way.” He got up and stalked to the door, pleased to find it unlocked. Before he walked out, he glanced over his shoulder. “...You're not half bad, slut,” he said.
Carmine grinned, exaggeratedly flipping his ponytail over his shoulder. “I know,” he answered, laughing.
Alain scowled. “Don't get cocky, I've had better.”
“And I'm the slut?” Carmine muttered under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”