Epilogue of Turning the Tables 2
I've been thinking recently about what to do with my old unfinished AFI slash fic. I'm 90% certain I'm never going to finish it, but I still kinda like what I wrote and it seems like a waste to just leave it on my hard drive. So, I think I'm going to post some of it here. Let's try this and see how it goes.
First up, the epilogue to the unwritten sequel for Turning the Tables.
Untitled epilogue
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Davey/?
Warnings: BDSM relationship
Author's note: This takes place several months after Turning the Tables. Gerard has learned a few tricks and comes back to show Davey. Some hot sex goes down, during which Gerard doms the hell out of Davey. This is the aftermath. Originally written in August or September 2007.
Anyone ever see the movie “Blue Velvet” by David Lynch? Yeah….
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. The events described in this story never happened. I am in no way connected with AFI or My Chemical Romance, and this story is not meant to be a factual representation of any members of either band. No money is being made off this work.
Epilogue
A subtle sound woke him up. Davey’s eyes snapped open, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim room. He lay still, his eyes fixed on the blank plaster ceiling, and listened.
Nothing.
Slowly, he raised his head and peered around. The only light came from the street below, washing the room in gray and making the furniture look faintly alien. The bathroom to the left was dark and silent. The bed beside him was empty. Davey ran a hand over the rumpled sheets, but the spot was cool to the touch. There were no clothes on the floor, only the dirty bath towel. Gerard was gone.
Davey looked at the dent in the pillow next to his for a long moment, an inscrutable look on his face. He wasn’t sure if he preferred the spot to be empty as it was now or if he wished the opposite. It was strange for him not to know, since he was usually very aware of himself and his emotions. A small line formed between his brows, marring the perfect smoothness of his forehead. It had been a long time since he’d felt this way.
A movement in the shadows near the doorway caught his attention. He sat up, not bothering to hide his nakedness with the blankets, and threw the darkness an angry glare.
“Who’s there?” he demanded.
The figure didn’t answer, but moved out of the shadows to lean casually against the far wall, crossing his arms in front of him. He tilted his head back, letting his dark hair fall away from his face.
Davey’s eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat in surprise. The man gave a sharp, amused smile.
“Did you like your new playmate? I created him just for you.” His voice made Davey think of black velvet being drawn over skin. His skin.
Davey shuddered at the memories of that voice whispering in his ear as strong hands moved over him, inside him, breaking him open. A soft gasp fell from his lips as the memories became phantom touches on his lips, along his spine, and on the sensitive flesh on the inside of his thighs. He closed his eyes as his body shuddered again.
“Master…” he breathed.
It was hard to keep the need from his voice. Davey made to get up, but his master cut him off.
“Don’t. Stay where you are. Lie down.”
Davey instantly lay back down despite his urge to crawl to his master’s side. It had been months since his last visit, and Davey wished he could just kneel beside him and have Master run his hand through his hair while Davey looked up at him in adoration, but he dared not disobey a direct command.
His master crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked down at Davey, running his eyes over Davey’s mussed hair, his exquisitely formed face, and down the length of his body to where his cock was already painfully hard, the drops of pre-cum beading at the tip. He noted the tension in Davey’s body as Davey tried not to let his desire show too much-noted the way those beautiful hands in particular were digging slightly into the sheets. They would be clenched in the sheets before he was done, the man decided. But first he had to see how his favorite pet had fared under the hands of his newest student.
He pressed down lightly on Davey’s wrists. “Stay,” he said, and then let them go. He knew Davey wouldn’t move them until he was given permission to do so. Even if the rest of him was writhing in pleasure, the wrists would stay pinned to the bed. Davey had been well-trained.
Davey couldn’t help biting his lip. His master’s mere proximity was teasing him mercilessly, his warm scent arousing him despite the night’s earlier activities. Having his hands pinned to the bed and being unable to touch his master, even surreptitiously, was driving him mad. From the look in his master’s eyes, he knew it too.
“You never answered my question, Davey,” he said, smiling down at him. The smile was not kind, nor gentle, but there was a calculating, possessive element to it. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”
“Yes,” Davey managed. He wanted to touch his master. He needed his master to touch him. The struggle between his desire and his restraint burned deliciously, stoking the heat between his legs.
His master nodded approvingly. “When I was watching you sleep, you looked so sated, so beautiful. It made me want to hurt you a little. Just enough to remind you who you are.”
And who you belong to.
The unspoken words ran like hot fingers down Davey’s spine. Davey shivered and shifted his legs wider apart unconsciously. Yes. His master saw the movement and nudged Davey’s legs up until they were bent at the knees and spread, bringing all of him into view.
“Let’s see how your new playmate did,” he said, leaning down to inspect him with a critical eye.
Davey’s cheeks colored at having his legs propped so openly and being examined so closely in such an intimate area. He was keenly aware that he had been fucked hard just a few hours ago, but there was nothing he could do about it that wouldn’t make his master angry, so he held still while his master checked Gerard’s handiwork.
Eventually, his master started feeling around the edge of his entrance gently with his fingertips, brushing him delicately over the areas that were slightly raw. Davey’s mouth tightened at the mild soreness, but he didn’t make any sounds. Instead, he concentrated on the feeling of his master’s fingers on him, caressing him, probing him. As he grew accustomed to the feeling, the minor discomfort felt good because it reminded him that he had been thoroughly used.
The man watched Davey’s face carefully for a reaction as he tested the area. It seemed like his pet was a little sore, but not badly so. He dipped a finger in. This time he got a slight catch in breath, but no wince, no whimper. Davey’s head lifted off the bed and he was watching him curiously between his propped legs. His wrists stayed firmly pinned to the bed. Good boy. He removed the finger and straightened.
“Is his seed still inside you?” he asked, wiping his finger off on the sheets.
“Yes,” Davey said, his cheeks burning a little more at having to admit it aloud.
His master gave him a dark smile as he reached for his belt. “Good. That should make this easier,” he said as he undid his pants and freed his hardened cock.
Davey’s eyes widened as his master pushed his legs wider apart and positioned himself in between. A bolt of fear went through him as he realized that he was going to be taken nearly dry, despite the fact that he’d already been fucked once that night. His heart rate sped up and his body tensed at the thought of his master entering him slowly, forcing his abused muscles to open and loosen, and making him feel every movement as he was made to surrender again. Davey held back a moan as his hands made fists in the sheets. Fear sang along his nerves. The anticipation of pain had him strung on a live wire.
Caught between the fear and the desire and the anticipation, he didn’t know if he would be able to keep his wrists pinned to the bed. His heart pounded in his chest. He needed something to anchor him, something on top of his master’s words to bind him so he could truly let go. The fear of failing this test and displeasing his master caused him to whimper.
His master saw his anxiety and smiled understandingly. “Shhhhhh,” he soothed, petting Davey’s hair. He took a piece of cloth from his back pocket.
Davey recognized it immediately, and relief washed over his face. It was something he knew intimately, like a security blanket. He opened his mouth and allowed his master to stuff the piece of blue velvet in.
“There,” his master said, admiring the way Davey looked gagged. “Now you can be as loud as you want.”
Davey’s eyes shone with gratitude as his legs were pushed back and he was entered slowly. So very slowly. The velvet soaked up the sounds from his throat. His hands stayed pinned to the bed. He knew he could let go safely. The velvet reminded him that his master would always provide for him.
His master was a loving master.
*********
Huh, totally forgot about this entry from way back.
First up, the epilogue to the unwritten sequel for Turning the Tables.
Untitled epilogue
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Davey/?
Warnings: BDSM relationship
Author's note: This takes place several months after Turning the Tables. Gerard has learned a few tricks and comes back to show Davey. Some hot sex goes down, during which Gerard doms the hell out of Davey. This is the aftermath. Originally written in August or September 2007.
Anyone ever see the movie “Blue Velvet” by David Lynch? Yeah….
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. The events described in this story never happened. I am in no way connected with AFI or My Chemical Romance, and this story is not meant to be a factual representation of any members of either band. No money is being made off this work.
Epilogue
A subtle sound woke him up. Davey’s eyes snapped open, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim room. He lay still, his eyes fixed on the blank plaster ceiling, and listened.
Nothing.
Slowly, he raised his head and peered around. The only light came from the street below, washing the room in gray and making the furniture look faintly alien. The bathroom to the left was dark and silent. The bed beside him was empty. Davey ran a hand over the rumpled sheets, but the spot was cool to the touch. There were no clothes on the floor, only the dirty bath towel. Gerard was gone.
Davey looked at the dent in the pillow next to his for a long moment, an inscrutable look on his face. He wasn’t sure if he preferred the spot to be empty as it was now or if he wished the opposite. It was strange for him not to know, since he was usually very aware of himself and his emotions. A small line formed between his brows, marring the perfect smoothness of his forehead. It had been a long time since he’d felt this way.
A movement in the shadows near the doorway caught his attention. He sat up, not bothering to hide his nakedness with the blankets, and threw the darkness an angry glare.
“Who’s there?” he demanded.
The figure didn’t answer, but moved out of the shadows to lean casually against the far wall, crossing his arms in front of him. He tilted his head back, letting his dark hair fall away from his face.
Davey’s eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat in surprise. The man gave a sharp, amused smile.
“Did you like your new playmate? I created him just for you.” His voice made Davey think of black velvet being drawn over skin. His skin.
Davey shuddered at the memories of that voice whispering in his ear as strong hands moved over him, inside him, breaking him open. A soft gasp fell from his lips as the memories became phantom touches on his lips, along his spine, and on the sensitive flesh on the inside of his thighs. He closed his eyes as his body shuddered again.
“Master…” he breathed.
It was hard to keep the need from his voice. Davey made to get up, but his master cut him off.
“Don’t. Stay where you are. Lie down.”
Davey instantly lay back down despite his urge to crawl to his master’s side. It had been months since his last visit, and Davey wished he could just kneel beside him and have Master run his hand through his hair while Davey looked up at him in adoration, but he dared not disobey a direct command.
His master crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked down at Davey, running his eyes over Davey’s mussed hair, his exquisitely formed face, and down the length of his body to where his cock was already painfully hard, the drops of pre-cum beading at the tip. He noted the tension in Davey’s body as Davey tried not to let his desire show too much-noted the way those beautiful hands in particular were digging slightly into the sheets. They would be clenched in the sheets before he was done, the man decided. But first he had to see how his favorite pet had fared under the hands of his newest student.
He pressed down lightly on Davey’s wrists. “Stay,” he said, and then let them go. He knew Davey wouldn’t move them until he was given permission to do so. Even if the rest of him was writhing in pleasure, the wrists would stay pinned to the bed. Davey had been well-trained.
Davey couldn’t help biting his lip. His master’s mere proximity was teasing him mercilessly, his warm scent arousing him despite the night’s earlier activities. Having his hands pinned to the bed and being unable to touch his master, even surreptitiously, was driving him mad. From the look in his master’s eyes, he knew it too.
“You never answered my question, Davey,” he said, smiling down at him. The smile was not kind, nor gentle, but there was a calculating, possessive element to it. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”
“Yes,” Davey managed. He wanted to touch his master. He needed his master to touch him. The struggle between his desire and his restraint burned deliciously, stoking the heat between his legs.
His master nodded approvingly. “When I was watching you sleep, you looked so sated, so beautiful. It made me want to hurt you a little. Just enough to remind you who you are.”
And who you belong to.
The unspoken words ran like hot fingers down Davey’s spine. Davey shivered and shifted his legs wider apart unconsciously. Yes. His master saw the movement and nudged Davey’s legs up until they were bent at the knees and spread, bringing all of him into view.
“Let’s see how your new playmate did,” he said, leaning down to inspect him with a critical eye.
Davey’s cheeks colored at having his legs propped so openly and being examined so closely in such an intimate area. He was keenly aware that he had been fucked hard just a few hours ago, but there was nothing he could do about it that wouldn’t make his master angry, so he held still while his master checked Gerard’s handiwork.
Eventually, his master started feeling around the edge of his entrance gently with his fingertips, brushing him delicately over the areas that were slightly raw. Davey’s mouth tightened at the mild soreness, but he didn’t make any sounds. Instead, he concentrated on the feeling of his master’s fingers on him, caressing him, probing him. As he grew accustomed to the feeling, the minor discomfort felt good because it reminded him that he had been thoroughly used.
The man watched Davey’s face carefully for a reaction as he tested the area. It seemed like his pet was a little sore, but not badly so. He dipped a finger in. This time he got a slight catch in breath, but no wince, no whimper. Davey’s head lifted off the bed and he was watching him curiously between his propped legs. His wrists stayed firmly pinned to the bed. Good boy. He removed the finger and straightened.
“Is his seed still inside you?” he asked, wiping his finger off on the sheets.
“Yes,” Davey said, his cheeks burning a little more at having to admit it aloud.
His master gave him a dark smile as he reached for his belt. “Good. That should make this easier,” he said as he undid his pants and freed his hardened cock.
Davey’s eyes widened as his master pushed his legs wider apart and positioned himself in between. A bolt of fear went through him as he realized that he was going to be taken nearly dry, despite the fact that he’d already been fucked once that night. His heart rate sped up and his body tensed at the thought of his master entering him slowly, forcing his abused muscles to open and loosen, and making him feel every movement as he was made to surrender again. Davey held back a moan as his hands made fists in the sheets. Fear sang along his nerves. The anticipation of pain had him strung on a live wire.
Caught between the fear and the desire and the anticipation, he didn’t know if he would be able to keep his wrists pinned to the bed. His heart pounded in his chest. He needed something to anchor him, something on top of his master’s words to bind him so he could truly let go. The fear of failing this test and displeasing his master caused him to whimper.
His master saw his anxiety and smiled understandingly. “Shhhhhh,” he soothed, petting Davey’s hair. He took a piece of cloth from his back pocket.
Davey recognized it immediately, and relief washed over his face. It was something he knew intimately, like a security blanket. He opened his mouth and allowed his master to stuff the piece of blue velvet in.
“There,” his master said, admiring the way Davey looked gagged. “Now you can be as loud as you want.”
Davey’s eyes shone with gratitude as his legs were pushed back and he was entered slowly. So very slowly. The velvet soaked up the sounds from his throat. His hands stayed pinned to the bed. He knew he could let go safely. The velvet reminded him that his master would always provide for him.
His master was a loving master.
*********
Huh, totally forgot about this entry from way back.