You Gave Less Than You Tried To Possess
Title: You Gave Less Than You Tried To Possess
Author: heavyhart
Rating: NC-17 (warning: non-con)
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Summary: crazy!Brendon shows Ryan who he belongs to.
Notes: 1,347 words.
"Did someone tell you?" Ryan asked in a small voice, hoping that Brendon would say "tell me what?" or say he wasn't angry at Ryan or anything.
"No, someone didn't tell me," Brendon replied, however, his jaw tight and his eyes dark, cold, calculating. Ryan tried yanking his wrists away again, but Brendon held firm, grip tight enough to grind the bones in Ryan's wrists. "I fucking saw you two. Pete fucking you against the wall of the venue, and you just taking it like the little slut you are. That's what you are, isn't it? Pete's slut?"
Ryan's eyes were already burning from the threat of tears, anger and shame making him feel hot and sick. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Not with Brendon. "It's none of your fucking bus--"
"It was in public, Ryan. Do you get off on that? Knowing people could see you getting fucked into a wall? I don't know when the guys are getting back--we could test that theory."
"No, Brendon, that's--"
"Fuck, you don't get a say in this. Isn't this all you want, Ryan? To get fucked? To be fucking used by someone like some kind of worthless slut? Why should it be Pete, then, and not me?"
Ryan was shaking his head side to side on the cushion of the couch, real tears welling up in his eyes. He'd never seen Brendon so angry, he'd never had any reason to be afraid before. Brendon was stupid, he was young--Ryan knew jealousy when he saw it, but he had never seen it so strongly in Brendon. Ryan was terrified.
Brendon moved up and let go of Ryan's arms, and Ryan took a deep, shuddering breath and let his mind briefly entertain the thought of just getting up and walking away from this. But then Brendon was working Ryan's jeans open, yanking them down his legs, the denim scratching and making Ryan realize the harsh reality of what was happening.
"Brendon, no! Don't--"
"Shh, stop pretending you don't want it." Brendon grabbed Ryan's cock and started jerking it roughly. Ryan gasped out in pain at Brendon's dry grip, trying to squirm back on the couch and away from Brendon's hand. "I--that's not--"
But Brendon was beyond listening to Ryan's protests. Or maybe he was just beyond caring--either way, he let go of Ryan's cock to pull Ryan's shirt up over his head and throw it on the floor, all of Brendon's own clothing soon following.
Brendon pushed Ryan's legs up, bended at the knees so Ryan was folded nearly in half. Ryan squeezed his eyes shut, feeling exposed and heart beating frantically in his ribcage. "Brendon," Ryan whimpered, pleadingly.
"You want this, Ryan. You're lucky I love you enough to do this for you. Remind you where you belong." Brendon sucked two fingers into his mouth sloppily and pushed them inside of Ryan, feeling instant resistance and muscles squeezing tightly at his fingers.
"Fuck, fuck, you're tight. Relax, Ryan, c'mon."
Ryan could feel the hot tears leaking out of his shut eyelids, and it was with a sob that he said, "I can't, this isn't, I don't want--"
Brendon added a third finger but no more spit, and the stretch burned so bright Ryan tried scrabbling up the couch, away from Brendon's probing fingers.
Brendon clamped a hand around Ryan's hip, holding him where he was. "No, you don't get away that easy, Ross. You're gonna fucking take this. You're gonna take this and know that I love you more than Pete ever could." Brendon's voice was near-growl and Ryan looked down his stomach to where Brendon was hard, pre-come pearling at the dark tip of his cock as he pressed it up against Ryan's hole, pushing in slowly. He wasn't being gentle--without real lubrication Brendon couldn't go any faster, Ryan clenching around him as he felt himself being split open underneath Brendon, the burning so intense Ryan was openly sobbing now.
And it hurt. Everything did. It hurt that Brendon was angry at him, and it hurt every time Brendon said that he loved him, and it hurt most of all that he was being torn apart from the inside out.
"Ryan, Ryan, look at me, please." Something about the way Brendon's voice had turned gentle all of a sudden, the way Brendon's fingers were lightly grasping Ryan's chin... Ryan opened his eyes slowly, blinking tears away so he could see Brendon's face, so close to his own. He wasn't scary anymore. He was scared, eyes desperate and sad and Ryan felt his chest tighten painfully as he gasped out, trying to catch his breath between sobs.
Brendon leaned forward over Ryan's legs and kissed the other boy softly, lips just brushing up against Ryan's bruised ones. "I love you, Ryan." He started pulling out and pushing in again, and Ryan's mouth fell open so he could whimper, high in his throat, but Brendon just kept kissing him sweetly, stifling every sound of pain Ryan was making. "I-I love you more than Pete. I love you and you need this, need to know who you--oh, fuck--w-who you belong to." Brendon gasped out and his hips weren't steady anymore, now just thrusting desperately, with purpose. The burning was faster, like ripping a band-aid off quickly, but it was also constant with Brendon trying to bring himself off inside of Ryan.
Ryan didn't want it to be like this. He never imagined it like this, and he never wanted to look at Brendon again and remember pain and tears when he could be remembering warm smiles and sweet kisses. Brendon was supposed to save Ryan from Pete, to be gentle and kind and the Brendon that Ryan curled up next to watching a movie. The pain wasn't worth the affection. Pete was just infatuated but he made it feel good for Ryan, made Ryan feel like a person. Right now, Ryan was just Brendon's. And that was it. Ryan was Brendon's, Ryan was Brendon's.
"I'm yours, I'm yours," Ryan finally croaked out, his voice hoarse from sobbing. "Please, I need this, just... just..." Ryan couldn't tell Brendon to just hurry up and finish because his whole body was aching, aching, and his own cock was half-hard and he hated it, hated everything. It was too intense to be fucking, it was too painful to be loving. Ryan just cried, his chest heaving with dry, choked out sobs as Brendon worked his hips fast and kept kissing Ryan's mouth, salty-wet from the tears falling down his cheeks.
"Mine, mine, mine," Brendon panted into Ryan's neck, finally coming inside of Ryan in spurts that were punctuated by sharp thrusts of his hips against the back of Ryan's thighs. He bit down into Ryan's neck, not just to mark him but to taste him, the blood welling up to the surface of Ryan's skin and bitter under Brendon's tongue.
Ryan let Brendon ride out his orgasm, feeling sharp, real pain in his neck and a slickness left inside of him when Brendon finally pulled out.
Ryan had no idea what he expected from Brendon when Brendon was finished, but it wasn't soft hands cupping his face, swiping tears away with his thumbs and kissing Ryan's wet cheeks. "Ryan, Ryan, tell me you love me. Tell me I did the right thing."
Now that it was over Ryan's breathing was returning to normal, done with sobbing now that everything was just a dull, throbbing ache in the background. He looked up at Brendon's brown eyes, warm and exactly how Ryan had always remembered them.
Ryan brought a hand up to touch Brendon's hair. "I love you. Th-thank you. For doing this. Showing me." Ryan couldn't finish, just closing his eyes and slumping into the couch as Brendon helped straighten Ryan's legs out again. Brendon slid a hand up the side of Ryan's thigh, gently petting.
"I'll always take care of you."
Ryan nodded, closing his eyes to stop the tears.
Author: heavyhart
Rating: NC-17 (warning: non-con)
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Summary: crazy!Brendon shows Ryan who he belongs to.
Notes: 1,347 words.
"Did someone tell you?" Ryan asked in a small voice, hoping that Brendon would say "tell me what?" or say he wasn't angry at Ryan or anything.
"No, someone didn't tell me," Brendon replied, however, his jaw tight and his eyes dark, cold, calculating. Ryan tried yanking his wrists away again, but Brendon held firm, grip tight enough to grind the bones in Ryan's wrists. "I fucking saw you two. Pete fucking you against the wall of the venue, and you just taking it like the little slut you are. That's what you are, isn't it? Pete's slut?"
Ryan's eyes were already burning from the threat of tears, anger and shame making him feel hot and sick. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Not with Brendon. "It's none of your fucking bus--"
"It was in public, Ryan. Do you get off on that? Knowing people could see you getting fucked into a wall? I don't know when the guys are getting back--we could test that theory."
"No, Brendon, that's--"
"Fuck, you don't get a say in this. Isn't this all you want, Ryan? To get fucked? To be fucking used by someone like some kind of worthless slut? Why should it be Pete, then, and not me?"
Ryan was shaking his head side to side on the cushion of the couch, real tears welling up in his eyes. He'd never seen Brendon so angry, he'd never had any reason to be afraid before. Brendon was stupid, he was young--Ryan knew jealousy when he saw it, but he had never seen it so strongly in Brendon. Ryan was terrified.
Brendon moved up and let go of Ryan's arms, and Ryan took a deep, shuddering breath and let his mind briefly entertain the thought of just getting up and walking away from this. But then Brendon was working Ryan's jeans open, yanking them down his legs, the denim scratching and making Ryan realize the harsh reality of what was happening.
"Brendon, no! Don't--"
"Shh, stop pretending you don't want it." Brendon grabbed Ryan's cock and started jerking it roughly. Ryan gasped out in pain at Brendon's dry grip, trying to squirm back on the couch and away from Brendon's hand. "I--that's not--"
But Brendon was beyond listening to Ryan's protests. Or maybe he was just beyond caring--either way, he let go of Ryan's cock to pull Ryan's shirt up over his head and throw it on the floor, all of Brendon's own clothing soon following.
Brendon pushed Ryan's legs up, bended at the knees so Ryan was folded nearly in half. Ryan squeezed his eyes shut, feeling exposed and heart beating frantically in his ribcage. "Brendon," Ryan whimpered, pleadingly.
"You want this, Ryan. You're lucky I love you enough to do this for you. Remind you where you belong." Brendon sucked two fingers into his mouth sloppily and pushed them inside of Ryan, feeling instant resistance and muscles squeezing tightly at his fingers.
"Fuck, fuck, you're tight. Relax, Ryan, c'mon."
Ryan could feel the hot tears leaking out of his shut eyelids, and it was with a sob that he said, "I can't, this isn't, I don't want--"
Brendon added a third finger but no more spit, and the stretch burned so bright Ryan tried scrabbling up the couch, away from Brendon's probing fingers.
Brendon clamped a hand around Ryan's hip, holding him where he was. "No, you don't get away that easy, Ross. You're gonna fucking take this. You're gonna take this and know that I love you more than Pete ever could." Brendon's voice was near-growl and Ryan looked down his stomach to where Brendon was hard, pre-come pearling at the dark tip of his cock as he pressed it up against Ryan's hole, pushing in slowly. He wasn't being gentle--without real lubrication Brendon couldn't go any faster, Ryan clenching around him as he felt himself being split open underneath Brendon, the burning so intense Ryan was openly sobbing now.
And it hurt. Everything did. It hurt that Brendon was angry at him, and it hurt every time Brendon said that he loved him, and it hurt most of all that he was being torn apart from the inside out.
"Ryan, Ryan, look at me, please." Something about the way Brendon's voice had turned gentle all of a sudden, the way Brendon's fingers were lightly grasping Ryan's chin... Ryan opened his eyes slowly, blinking tears away so he could see Brendon's face, so close to his own. He wasn't scary anymore. He was scared, eyes desperate and sad and Ryan felt his chest tighten painfully as he gasped out, trying to catch his breath between sobs.
Brendon leaned forward over Ryan's legs and kissed the other boy softly, lips just brushing up against Ryan's bruised ones. "I love you, Ryan." He started pulling out and pushing in again, and Ryan's mouth fell open so he could whimper, high in his throat, but Brendon just kept kissing him sweetly, stifling every sound of pain Ryan was making. "I-I love you more than Pete. I love you and you need this, need to know who you--oh, fuck--w-who you belong to." Brendon gasped out and his hips weren't steady anymore, now just thrusting desperately, with purpose. The burning was faster, like ripping a band-aid off quickly, but it was also constant with Brendon trying to bring himself off inside of Ryan.
Ryan didn't want it to be like this. He never imagined it like this, and he never wanted to look at Brendon again and remember pain and tears when he could be remembering warm smiles and sweet kisses. Brendon was supposed to save Ryan from Pete, to be gentle and kind and the Brendon that Ryan curled up next to watching a movie. The pain wasn't worth the affection. Pete was just infatuated but he made it feel good for Ryan, made Ryan feel like a person. Right now, Ryan was just Brendon's. And that was it. Ryan was Brendon's, Ryan was Brendon's.
"I'm yours, I'm yours," Ryan finally croaked out, his voice hoarse from sobbing. "Please, I need this, just... just..." Ryan couldn't tell Brendon to just hurry up and finish because his whole body was aching, aching, and his own cock was half-hard and he hated it, hated everything. It was too intense to be fucking, it was too painful to be loving. Ryan just cried, his chest heaving with dry, choked out sobs as Brendon worked his hips fast and kept kissing Ryan's mouth, salty-wet from the tears falling down his cheeks.
"Mine, mine, mine," Brendon panted into Ryan's neck, finally coming inside of Ryan in spurts that were punctuated by sharp thrusts of his hips against the back of Ryan's thighs. He bit down into Ryan's neck, not just to mark him but to taste him, the blood welling up to the surface of Ryan's skin and bitter under Brendon's tongue.
Ryan let Brendon ride out his orgasm, feeling sharp, real pain in his neck and a slickness left inside of him when Brendon finally pulled out.
Ryan had no idea what he expected from Brendon when Brendon was finished, but it wasn't soft hands cupping his face, swiping tears away with his thumbs and kissing Ryan's wet cheeks. "Ryan, Ryan, tell me you love me. Tell me I did the right thing."
Now that it was over Ryan's breathing was returning to normal, done with sobbing now that everything was just a dull, throbbing ache in the background. He looked up at Brendon's brown eyes, warm and exactly how Ryan had always remembered them.
Ryan brought a hand up to touch Brendon's hair. "I love you. Th-thank you. For doing this. Showing me." Ryan couldn't finish, just closing his eyes and slumping into the couch as Brendon helped straighten Ryan's legs out again. Brendon slid a hand up the side of Ryan's thigh, gently petting.
"I'll always take care of you."
Ryan nodded, closing his eyes to stop the tears.