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Title: Not Here (Homeless)
Author: Frankita
Rating: NC17
Pairing: young!Mike/adult!Fink (yeah… Fink is even more pedo than Rev) Billie/Mike
Disclaimer: Yeah I don’t own… blah blah blah the same ol’ shit… y’know…
Author’s Note: Whooo!!! Epic pairing!!!
Mmmh well… You should be aware that this contains really explicit themes… If you’re a little kid, read it at your own risk, but then don’t whine about it with your mommy because I warned you…
Dedication: This is for Cally, aka jupiter_kun in the name of her awesome fetish for the Finkster…
Not Here (Homeless):
“Billie…”
“Stop it… he can’t save you… oh no… not now…”
His green eyes smirked with a deep, sadistic gleam, his tail flipped rapidly, wrapping itself around the young bassist’s waist…
“B-Billie… please…” he could barely breathe “I can’t stand this fucking game anymore…”
He eyed him narrowly behind half closed eyes letting out a low growl that soon turned into something similar to a soft purr…
“Oh c’mon…” he hissed sensually, letting the tip of his tail move up and down the other’s spine.
The young bassist bit his lip until it bled, but he didn’t answer
“And can your Billie do this?” he asked, ferociously.
His tail dropped to the other’s crotch, stroking him slowly, but deeply…
The Devil grabbed the blonde by his collar, staring at him in his blue glacial eyes “Tell me…” he murmured, keeping on stroking him “Do I look like your Billie, now?” his voice had softened a little bit.
He grinned seeing those blue eyes closing slowly under his touch and hearing those hungry moans.
“So?” he asked again, quickening his strokes “F-fuck you Armstrong…” a trembling voice replied
The Devil bit his neck “Say it again, if you can. I dare you…” he said warmly against his skin…
But all the blonde could answer was a confused mess of moans and curses.
“So?” he repeated impatient, knowing he finally had the young bassist at his mercy, letting his tail slide under the other’s jeans’ thick fabric… Still no reply but a muffled, guilty moan…
The Devil’s grin widened even more, while he ripped the blonde’s jeans off…
“B-Billie…” the blonde managed to say, in an exhausted whisper…
“Oh you’re tough, man…” the Devil noticed, rising his eyebrow slightly.
“Billie…” the boy murmured again, in tears …
“What are you whining for, little bitch?”
The blonde bit his lip, and looked at him… those eyes, those green, dull eyes…
That mask…
“Why are you doing this to me, Billie?”
“I don’t know who are you talking about… your Billie is not here…” the Devil said, calmly “But you’re taking advantage of my patience…” he grabbed the bassist’s arms.
“Now… on your hands and knees, like the bitch you are…” he ordered, sharply.
The young man obeyed, turning quickly his face to hide his tears, knowing that he couldn’t do anything but being submissive.
“Good, boy…” the Devil said, satisfied.
Those words were followed by a long, never ending silence, the blonde shivered, painfully…
“Oh God… what’s next now?” he asked to himself, shuddering.
Then the Devil placed the tip of his tail at his opening entering him without any preparation…
His fingers curled on the pavement, until the knuckles turned white…
He couldn’t feel pleasure, it hurt to much…
“Stop it…” he panted
“Why should I?”
“You’re hurting me…” the boy managed to speak, but he felt a scream running up his throat faster than words…
A hand quickly pressed against his lips, chocking his scream and almost suffocating him…
The blonde felt warm, red liquid bleeding from his throat, he felt the metallic taste of his own blood on the tip of his tongue.
Was he finally dying? Was that torture finally about to end?
Suddenly, a sticky warmth invaded him… the Devil grip loosened and he fell to the floor, a thin trace of blood still flowing down his lower lip, half naked, trembling, covered in sweat…
He heard knocking at the door, but he was too deadbeat to stand up and open it, maybe he was dying, and that knock was just the one of himself knocking at Hell’s doors, for another one night stand with that Billie who didn’t love him…
But the door, quietly opened and he merely saw a figure walking in…
It was a man, short height, dressed mostly in black…
“Mike… I’m home!” a voice said
No… he’s not here…
He's not here...
The man entered the room “Mike!!” he screamed
"Mike…" how did he know his name?
He rushed to his side... jet back hair, quite messy and… green eyes… green, dull eyes…
His blue eyes widened as he tried to summon up the lasts of his strengths…
“Billie… or whoever you want me to call you… leave me alone… please…” he said, refusing his help…
“Mike, but… what happened to you?” he brushed his bloodshot lower lip, lovingly…
“Leave me alone…” he pleaded, trying to hold back tears…
Stop it…
You’re hurting me…
“Who did this to you, Mikey?” the green eyed man asked, his emerald eyes wide and worried
Scream… Scream!!
“YOU!!! You did this to me, you bastard!!!” he yelled, all his inner fury suddlently burning like fire from his heart to his still bleeding throat.
The he got up, despite the legs that still didn’t support him so well…
He trembled a bit more before finding his equilibrium again, he stared narrowly at the boy in front of him, then he couldn’t take it anymore, his anger was too much to bear… he slapped the other hard on his face, tears beginning to form in his now stranded, empty, motionless eyes…
“Billie… I loved you… I always will…”
Forgive me…
“But Mike…”
His words were cut off by a forceful kiss…
But it didn’t taste like anyone he’d ever shared with Mike… it tasted bloody, violent…
His last kiss…
Farewell, my Love...
As soon as the blonde’s lips parted from his, the boy ran away…
It was the last time he saw him…
When the boy was far enough from that house, he threw himself on the ground, panting…
Then he burst out crying, for the first time in his whole life… tears of rage, disappointment, humiliation, nostalgia, regret…
No one was there to wipe them away, he was lonely, desperate, hurt, with no place to go…
Homeless…
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I know, I’m so late for this… and I’m sorry… please forgive a busy porn writer…
Anyone who asks more?
*Frankita*