antropomorph!fic: Bad!fic/Good!fic [nc-17]
Bad!fic/Good!fic
NC-17. Antropomorph!fic;
slash, non-con, rape, hate!sex, violence, etc.
Summary: Bad!fic thought it was love
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It was hate. Bad!fic thought it was love, whenever he forced himself on Good!fic; but how could rape ever equal love? Bad!fic didn't know but he still whispered over and over again, "I love you," at the moment of his release.
It wasn't always painful. Good!fic usually had some lube near his bed and even if he didn't, he could talk Bad!fic out of outright fucking with a blowjob or indulged themselves in some frottage. Good!fic was unusally good at pointing things out, and doing the right course of action about anything but his relationship. Bad!fic was glamorous and charming at first; his reviewers swore that Bad!fic wasn't bad. And Good!fic invited Bad!fic to his home and bed and at first it was good. But as time flew and chapters were read Bad!fic started to show his true colours.
Bad!fic became angry when Good!fic was more interested in some story than sex. Bad!fic was annoyed if the sex wasn't picture perfect - but he couldn't understand how quality wasn't the same as quantity. Couple of months later Bad!fic found Good!fic's old journal in a locked box. He opened it and read it. His grin was terrible as Bad!fic read about ropes and handcuffs and spankings; he couldn't believe his luck in finding a submissive slut as a partner! He skipped the parts where the journal detailed the trust between the lovers, the safety measures, the overwhelming emotion and focused only on the sex.
That day, when Good!fic arrived home from his friends (because he didn't abandon them just because he found Bad!fic) Bad!fic was humming the infamous song from Phil Collins. Good!fic frowned then pointed out how the lyrics were about a stalker and it wasn't a love song. Bad!fic disagreed and when Good!fic didn't relent Bad!fic became angry.
He couldn't really pack a punch but Good!fic was stunned long enough to be cuffed to the heater. Good!fic didn't cry for the next two days. At first he asked, then pleaded to be released; then shouted and screamed for help. None helped, not really, but Good!fic was sure he was going to be missed in a few days and be saved. Until then he would... survive.
Bad!fic ignored his lover's outrage - he knew Good!fic was only protesting out of modesty and shyness. (Never mind that Good!fic was rarely shy, as Bad!fic could ignore anything he had known if his current opinion was calling for it.) He locked the door and shut down the cell phones before he tied his lover up properly. He wasn't entirely stupid and Good!fic looked beautiful with the ropes and forming bruise. There was fire in his eyes and Bad!fic fell in love once more, knowing he couldn't live if his Good!fic ever left him. He kissed the proud lips, then bit them to get some reaction; he tore off the clothes from Good!fic to admire his whole body; he shoved open the muscular thighs to find a disappointingly soft penis; and he forgot the lube before he pushed inside the tight asshole. Good!fic tried to buck him off but Bad!fic was stronger than he looked like. Also, he was enamoured and proud at himself for giving his lover what he wanted.
Good!fic blocked out most of the night and the following day. He tried to de-attach himself, to not feel, to acknowledge the pain and let it go; but it was all bullshit and it hurt;
emotionally too. He liked Bad!fic up until the point where Bad!fic hit him and raped him; and his trust was irreversibly broken. When at the evening of the second day the police and Good!fic's friends broke down the door Good!fic allowed himself to cry, breaking when he knew he was safe and in good hands.
Bad!fic looked like he couldn't imagine why was the police holding a gun at him but it didn't stop him from reacting. With a move he had learnt from an old J!movie Bad!fic lashed out with his right foot, kicking one of the police in the knee. Then he turned on his heels and threw himself out of the window. Unfortunately the flat was on the fifth floor and while Bad!fic could and did ignore the rules of Gravity - Gravity didn't ignore Bad!fic. He fell.
NC-17. Antropomorph!fic;
slash, non-con, rape, hate!sex, violence, etc.
Summary: Bad!fic thought it was love
~~
It was hate. Bad!fic thought it was love, whenever he forced himself on Good!fic; but how could rape ever equal love? Bad!fic didn't know but he still whispered over and over again, "I love you," at the moment of his release.
It wasn't always painful. Good!fic usually had some lube near his bed and even if he didn't, he could talk Bad!fic out of outright fucking with a blowjob or indulged themselves in some frottage. Good!fic was unusally good at pointing things out, and doing the right course of action about anything but his relationship. Bad!fic was glamorous and charming at first; his reviewers swore that Bad!fic wasn't bad. And Good!fic invited Bad!fic to his home and bed and at first it was good. But as time flew and chapters were read Bad!fic started to show his true colours.
Bad!fic became angry when Good!fic was more interested in some story than sex. Bad!fic was annoyed if the sex wasn't picture perfect - but he couldn't understand how quality wasn't the same as quantity. Couple of months later Bad!fic found Good!fic's old journal in a locked box. He opened it and read it. His grin was terrible as Bad!fic read about ropes and handcuffs and spankings; he couldn't believe his luck in finding a submissive slut as a partner! He skipped the parts where the journal detailed the trust between the lovers, the safety measures, the overwhelming emotion and focused only on the sex.
That day, when Good!fic arrived home from his friends (because he didn't abandon them just because he found Bad!fic) Bad!fic was humming the infamous song from Phil Collins. Good!fic frowned then pointed out how the lyrics were about a stalker and it wasn't a love song. Bad!fic disagreed and when Good!fic didn't relent Bad!fic became angry.
He couldn't really pack a punch but Good!fic was stunned long enough to be cuffed to the heater. Good!fic didn't cry for the next two days. At first he asked, then pleaded to be released; then shouted and screamed for help. None helped, not really, but Good!fic was sure he was going to be missed in a few days and be saved. Until then he would... survive.
Bad!fic ignored his lover's outrage - he knew Good!fic was only protesting out of modesty and shyness. (Never mind that Good!fic was rarely shy, as Bad!fic could ignore anything he had known if his current opinion was calling for it.) He locked the door and shut down the cell phones before he tied his lover up properly. He wasn't entirely stupid and Good!fic looked beautiful with the ropes and forming bruise. There was fire in his eyes and Bad!fic fell in love once more, knowing he couldn't live if his Good!fic ever left him. He kissed the proud lips, then bit them to get some reaction; he tore off the clothes from Good!fic to admire his whole body; he shoved open the muscular thighs to find a disappointingly soft penis; and he forgot the lube before he pushed inside the tight asshole. Good!fic tried to buck him off but Bad!fic was stronger than he looked like. Also, he was enamoured and proud at himself for giving his lover what he wanted.
Good!fic blocked out most of the night and the following day. He tried to de-attach himself, to not feel, to acknowledge the pain and let it go; but it was all bullshit and it hurt;
emotionally too. He liked Bad!fic up until the point where Bad!fic hit him and raped him; and his trust was irreversibly broken. When at the evening of the second day the police and Good!fic's friends broke down the door Good!fic allowed himself to cry, breaking when he knew he was safe and in good hands.
Bad!fic looked like he couldn't imagine why was the police holding a gun at him but it didn't stop him from reacting. With a move he had learnt from an old J!movie Bad!fic lashed out with his right foot, kicking one of the police in the knee. Then he turned on his heels and threw himself out of the window. Unfortunately the flat was on the fifth floor and while Bad!fic could and did ignore the rules of Gravity - Gravity didn't ignore Bad!fic. He fell.