VM Ficlet: Born Out of Pain (Weevil/Felix, Weevil/Gustavio) PG-13
Title: Born Out of Pain
Author: Shealynn88
Rating: PG-13 (slash, violence, angst)
Spoilers: vague for 'Wallace and Rashard Go to White Castle', 'Plan B', and 'I am God'.
Characters/Pairings: Weevil/Felix, Weevil/Gustavio
Word Count: ~400 words
Summary: Pain is what drives Weevil. It's what helps him remember what's important.
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me. I'm just playing.
Author's Note: The idea of this came from an AIM conversation monimala and I had an age ago. And it's stuck with me ever since. The style is dark and a little experimental. Concrit welcome.
There was more than one way to enter the PCH bike gang. One included fists. The other didn't.
Both required pain.
Eli chose to meet with Gustavio one-on-one. It was a show of respect and deference, like a wolf offering his throat. It was Eli's way of telling Gustavio that he'd lay down his life, his pride…anything and everything, for the gang. They came first, now.
Gustavio came first.
The initiation wasn't cruel, but the pain was necessary and inevitable. The Reaper bruised with his mouth, his fingers, bruised Eli inside and out with a multitude of 'firsts.'
First blood.
First fuck.
First gang.
And Eli became Weevil.
With Felix, it was different. More. There was respect, but there was love, too. Brotherhood. A shared history. There was an understanding between them that ran deeper than standing side by side in a fight, deeper than skin on skin. There was a connection forged by growing up with the same dreams and the same disappointments.
When Felix lay down for him, Weevil was gentle. And, as was required, there were bruises and there was pain, but Weevil liked to think there was more than that. More than a show of dominance. More than an initiation.
Over time, their moments together became a desperate reaffirmation of life. When they found themselves alone after a battle, after narrowly escaping the law or angry rivals, they reassured each other-with tongues and teeth and the sharpness of sex-that they were still alive.
And then one of them wasn't.
There was more than one way to leave the PCH bike gang. Weevil didn't choose the fists, but they came for him anyway.
The pain was what helped Weevil remember, now. Pain was forever. It lasted beyond the grave, carved into muscle and skin by the visceral memory of hurt so harsh and deep that it became pleasure.
Pain reminded him of Gustavio, who he'd sworn himself to. It reminded him of Felix, who he'd given himself to. And it reminded him of his wordless promise-that he'd lay down anything for the gang.
Pain was what drove his last acts for them. Getting rid of Thumper, who had desecrated the responsibility of leadership. Delivering the PCHers from the Fitzpatricks.
They weren't the gang he remembered, and he couldn't lead them anymore. He left the young hustlers with the vague hope of a future, and all his debts to the dead were paid.
Pain had opened and closed that chapter of his life.
Author: Shealynn88
Rating: PG-13 (slash, violence, angst)
Spoilers: vague for 'Wallace and Rashard Go to White Castle', 'Plan B', and 'I am God'.
Characters/Pairings: Weevil/Felix, Weevil/Gustavio
Word Count: ~400 words
Summary: Pain is what drives Weevil. It's what helps him remember what's important.
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me. I'm just playing.
Author's Note: The idea of this came from an AIM conversation monimala and I had an age ago. And it's stuck with me ever since. The style is dark and a little experimental. Concrit welcome.
There was more than one way to enter the PCH bike gang. One included fists. The other didn't.
Both required pain.
Eli chose to meet with Gustavio one-on-one. It was a show of respect and deference, like a wolf offering his throat. It was Eli's way of telling Gustavio that he'd lay down his life, his pride…anything and everything, for the gang. They came first, now.
Gustavio came first.
The initiation wasn't cruel, but the pain was necessary and inevitable. The Reaper bruised with his mouth, his fingers, bruised Eli inside and out with a multitude of 'firsts.'
First blood.
First fuck.
First gang.
And Eli became Weevil.
With Felix, it was different. More. There was respect, but there was love, too. Brotherhood. A shared history. There was an understanding between them that ran deeper than standing side by side in a fight, deeper than skin on skin. There was a connection forged by growing up with the same dreams and the same disappointments.
When Felix lay down for him, Weevil was gentle. And, as was required, there were bruises and there was pain, but Weevil liked to think there was more than that. More than a show of dominance. More than an initiation.
Over time, their moments together became a desperate reaffirmation of life. When they found themselves alone after a battle, after narrowly escaping the law or angry rivals, they reassured each other-with tongues and teeth and the sharpness of sex-that they were still alive.
And then one of them wasn't.
There was more than one way to leave the PCH bike gang. Weevil didn't choose the fists, but they came for him anyway.
The pain was what helped Weevil remember, now. Pain was forever. It lasted beyond the grave, carved into muscle and skin by the visceral memory of hurt so harsh and deep that it became pleasure.
Pain reminded him of Gustavio, who he'd sworn himself to. It reminded him of Felix, who he'd given himself to. And it reminded him of his wordless promise-that he'd lay down anything for the gang.
Pain was what drove his last acts for them. Getting rid of Thumper, who had desecrated the responsibility of leadership. Delivering the PCHers from the Fitzpatricks.
They weren't the gang he remembered, and he couldn't lead them anymore. He left the young hustlers with the vague hope of a future, and all his debts to the dead were paid.
Pain had opened and closed that chapter of his life.