[fanfic] A pack of cigarettes
Title: A pack of cigarettes
Author: ladyrevania
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: violence and rape
Bands: SCREW/ViViD
Pairing: Byou/IV
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine... but they aren't.
Summary: IV did something by accident. Something, which annoyed Byou a lot. He has to pay back for it.
It was an early evening, we've just finished our rehearsal and I went to buy some soda for myself, because I was really thirsty. When I finally got a con of coke, I opened it and drank a little bit. That felt so nice and refreshing, I concentrated on this feeling, closed my eyes and I haven't even noticed someone approached me. I almost jumped upwards when I felt a hand delicately grabbing my arm. I turned around and noticed someone I've been trying to avoid all the time. I was sure he forgot about the incident with fire, but I didn't. Well, he doesn't know it was me and I'm glad, because I had no money to pay for the damaged furniture.
"Hi..." I said shyly. "Do you want something from me?"
"Yes." He said. "I only want to talk. Can we go somewhere else? It's too loud here..."
"Well, ok..." I agreed and I hoped he really doesn't know it was me. It was probably something else, we're signed under the same label anyway, so it might have been something about business.
I didn't know the PSC building well, so I followed him. I'm not sure on which floor we arrived and where were we going... It surprised me he decided to go that far, but I just thought he left some documents or important things there and he needs there things to show me during our talk. The place where he took me, was one of the recording studios, it probably belonged to the major section, because I've never been there. It was really quiet, because the walls were soundproof. I sat on one of the chairs and looked at Byou.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" I asked him.
"What do you think?" He bent over me and put his hands on my knees. I felt really uneasy, because his face was too close to mine. Someone should teach this guy about the meaning of "personal space".
"Some business? I have no idea, really..."
"Don't act like you were unaware of everything... I had to pay a lot for the damage you caused, do you know that?" He smirked.
I was so scared that I thought my heart was going to stop beating. He knows it was me and he didn't forget. It was a few months ago, damn!
"I'm sorry. I will pay you back, just give me some time... We're going to play live in..."
"Oh, I'm sure you will pay me back, NOW. If you said sorry, instead pretending you did nothing, I'd just forgive you... Your decision was bad. Really bad." His face came even closer to mine. I felt his breath on my nose... I could tell he was annoyed and it scared me. What was he going to do?
"I can borrow some money if you need it now, ok? It isn't a problem. I'm really sorry, I did a wrong thing and I won't do anything like that in the future. Is that fine?" I hoped he will accept it...
...but he didn't.
"I don't give a fuck if you're sorry. You're going to pay for it in a different way than with money." He pushed me backwards and I fell out of the chair. Was he going to beat me up?! I've never been a strong guy, so I knew I wouldn't be able to hurt him even a little.
"Byou, calm down, please!" I tried to lift my body from the ground, but he pushed me back.
"I'm calm and I know what I'm doing. Shut up, your babbling pisses me off." He sat on my hips, smiling mischievously.
"W...what are you doing then? Get off of me. You're heavy."
"I'm not. It's you who's trying to act like a girl. Shut the fuck up, I told you." He slapped my face. It hurt so much and I felt even more scared.
Byou pulled a lace out of his shoe, grabbed my wrists and tied them to the silver pole, used as decoration in this room. He did that too tight and I could barely move my hands. It looked like... no, it wasn't possible, because we're guys! I pushed my hips upwards, trying to make him fall of them, but in result he hit my stomach really hard.
"Don't move, you little manwhore." He hissed and put his hands under my t-shirt, pulling it upwards.
"What are you doing?! STOP THAT, NOW!" I moved my hips again and tried to hit his back with my knee, but I couldn't lift my leg.
"I SAID DON'T MOVE!" Byou punched my jaw and after a few seconds I felt a metallic taste of blood on my lips.
"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... just don't hurt me, please..." I started to cry.
"That's so pathetic... Guys shouldn't cry. It's a shame no one else can watch you at the moment. They would laugh at you, being tied to a fucking pole and crying. Don't worry, it's not that bad, yet. You know what I'm going to do and don't even try to ask me to stop, because I won't."
He opened my jeans and put his hand under my boxers. I closed my eyelids, because I didn't want to look at him and what he's going to do.
"Do you know you're already hard? It was so easy to turn you on."
I didn't want it to happen, I really didn't want... but I couldn't control my body and its reactions. When he started stroking my dick, I tried my best to stay silent, but of course I couldn't restrain myself from moaning.
"Oh, what a good boy... I'm sorry, but it's not going to be nice for you anymore."
He got up and quickly removed my pants with my underwear. I thought I was going to die from embarrassment, I was almost naked in front of the other guy I didn't even know well and he was laughing at my reaction.
"What? Are you that ashamed? Well, if I were you, it would be the same. Your cock is really small, how can you fuck any girl with it? Do they even have an orgasm or maybe they run away when they notice it's that tiny?!"
The best thing I could do was being silent, but his words hurt me a lot, because my penis wasn't big indeed.
Byou spat on his hand, pushed my legs apart and put his fingers into my anus. I didn't know it might hurt that much. I bit my bleeding lip and clenched my fists, trying to endure this feeling. I couldn't take it anymore when he thrust his dick there and I screamed really loud. He slapped my face and started moving rhythmically. His pace was really fast from the beginning, he didn't care if it hurts me or not... I noticed my penis stopped to be erected anymore, because of this pain. Byou's loud moans made me sick, I couldn't stand them, but I wasn't able to do anything... Every thrust was harder and more painful. I was crying and wailing, it probably looked pathetic... like I was.
I felt relieved when he finally came and took his cock out of my ass. It still hurt and I hoped he will leave me alone when he untied my numb wrists, but he didn't.
"Get dressed and clean this mess." He threw a pack of tissues in my direction after wiping the blood from his cock.
I could barely move, because the pain was too intense, but I was scared, so I did what he wanted. I wiped blood mixed with his semen from my thighs, put my boxers and pants on, then cleaned the mess from the floor. I was glad there were tiles, not a carpet, because it was easy to wipe everything off. When I finished, I ran into the direction of door and grabbed the knob, but I noticed it was locked.
"Do you think I will let you to run away that fast?!" He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me backwards. I almost fell on the floor, but somehow I managed to keep my balance.
"What do you want? I already paid you back... Let me go, please..."
"No. You have to promise you will go to that club and explain everything to them. Do you know they don't want to let me in anymore?! It's a place of all important meetings and it's shameful when I tell someone I just CAN'T GO!" Byou punched my arm. I was already in so much pain, that I stopped caring about it. Nothing could hurt more than feeling of his cock roughly moving in my anus.
"I'm sorry and I promise I'm going to do that. I've never smoked cigarettes before and I just saw a random pack left on the table, I took one and I didn't know I will accidentally set a whole table on fire! I didn't have money to pay for this, really! I had to pay for the club, because there weren't enough people on my band's live and you know how expensive is that..." It was embarrassing to cry like that in front of him, but all I wanted was to be left alone.
"I don't give a fuck about it. Go there and tell them it was you. If not, I'm going to repeat the thing I did to you." He smirked, opened a door and walked outside.
I didn't follow him. I went to the bathroom instead... I probably looked messy and I had to fix it then go to this club... I could barely walk, but I couldn't let him to do it again.
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Don't kill me for writing something like that... I hope I didn't fail, because it's the first time I tried writing something smut-like in english.
Author: ladyrevania
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: violence and rape
Bands: SCREW/ViViD
Pairing: Byou/IV
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine... but they aren't.
Summary: IV did something by accident. Something, which annoyed Byou a lot. He has to pay back for it.
It was an early evening, we've just finished our rehearsal and I went to buy some soda for myself, because I was really thirsty. When I finally got a con of coke, I opened it and drank a little bit. That felt so nice and refreshing, I concentrated on this feeling, closed my eyes and I haven't even noticed someone approached me. I almost jumped upwards when I felt a hand delicately grabbing my arm. I turned around and noticed someone I've been trying to avoid all the time. I was sure he forgot about the incident with fire, but I didn't. Well, he doesn't know it was me and I'm glad, because I had no money to pay for the damaged furniture.
"Hi..." I said shyly. "Do you want something from me?"
"Yes." He said. "I only want to talk. Can we go somewhere else? It's too loud here..."
"Well, ok..." I agreed and I hoped he really doesn't know it was me. It was probably something else, we're signed under the same label anyway, so it might have been something about business.
I didn't know the PSC building well, so I followed him. I'm not sure on which floor we arrived and where were we going... It surprised me he decided to go that far, but I just thought he left some documents or important things there and he needs there things to show me during our talk. The place where he took me, was one of the recording studios, it probably belonged to the major section, because I've never been there. It was really quiet, because the walls were soundproof. I sat on one of the chairs and looked at Byou.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" I asked him.
"What do you think?" He bent over me and put his hands on my knees. I felt really uneasy, because his face was too close to mine. Someone should teach this guy about the meaning of "personal space".
"Some business? I have no idea, really..."
"Don't act like you were unaware of everything... I had to pay a lot for the damage you caused, do you know that?" He smirked.
I was so scared that I thought my heart was going to stop beating. He knows it was me and he didn't forget. It was a few months ago, damn!
"I'm sorry. I will pay you back, just give me some time... We're going to play live in..."
"Oh, I'm sure you will pay me back, NOW. If you said sorry, instead pretending you did nothing, I'd just forgive you... Your decision was bad. Really bad." His face came even closer to mine. I felt his breath on my nose... I could tell he was annoyed and it scared me. What was he going to do?
"I can borrow some money if you need it now, ok? It isn't a problem. I'm really sorry, I did a wrong thing and I won't do anything like that in the future. Is that fine?" I hoped he will accept it...
...but he didn't.
"I don't give a fuck if you're sorry. You're going to pay for it in a different way than with money." He pushed me backwards and I fell out of the chair. Was he going to beat me up?! I've never been a strong guy, so I knew I wouldn't be able to hurt him even a little.
"Byou, calm down, please!" I tried to lift my body from the ground, but he pushed me back.
"I'm calm and I know what I'm doing. Shut up, your babbling pisses me off." He sat on my hips, smiling mischievously.
"W...what are you doing then? Get off of me. You're heavy."
"I'm not. It's you who's trying to act like a girl. Shut the fuck up, I told you." He slapped my face. It hurt so much and I felt even more scared.
Byou pulled a lace out of his shoe, grabbed my wrists and tied them to the silver pole, used as decoration in this room. He did that too tight and I could barely move my hands. It looked like... no, it wasn't possible, because we're guys! I pushed my hips upwards, trying to make him fall of them, but in result he hit my stomach really hard.
"Don't move, you little manwhore." He hissed and put his hands under my t-shirt, pulling it upwards.
"What are you doing?! STOP THAT, NOW!" I moved my hips again and tried to hit his back with my knee, but I couldn't lift my leg.
"I SAID DON'T MOVE!" Byou punched my jaw and after a few seconds I felt a metallic taste of blood on my lips.
"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... just don't hurt me, please..." I started to cry.
"That's so pathetic... Guys shouldn't cry. It's a shame no one else can watch you at the moment. They would laugh at you, being tied to a fucking pole and crying. Don't worry, it's not that bad, yet. You know what I'm going to do and don't even try to ask me to stop, because I won't."
He opened my jeans and put his hand under my boxers. I closed my eyelids, because I didn't want to look at him and what he's going to do.
"Do you know you're already hard? It was so easy to turn you on."
I didn't want it to happen, I really didn't want... but I couldn't control my body and its reactions. When he started stroking my dick, I tried my best to stay silent, but of course I couldn't restrain myself from moaning.
"Oh, what a good boy... I'm sorry, but it's not going to be nice for you anymore."
He got up and quickly removed my pants with my underwear. I thought I was going to die from embarrassment, I was almost naked in front of the other guy I didn't even know well and he was laughing at my reaction.
"What? Are you that ashamed? Well, if I were you, it would be the same. Your cock is really small, how can you fuck any girl with it? Do they even have an orgasm or maybe they run away when they notice it's that tiny?!"
The best thing I could do was being silent, but his words hurt me a lot, because my penis wasn't big indeed.
Byou spat on his hand, pushed my legs apart and put his fingers into my anus. I didn't know it might hurt that much. I bit my bleeding lip and clenched my fists, trying to endure this feeling. I couldn't take it anymore when he thrust his dick there and I screamed really loud. He slapped my face and started moving rhythmically. His pace was really fast from the beginning, he didn't care if it hurts me or not... I noticed my penis stopped to be erected anymore, because of this pain. Byou's loud moans made me sick, I couldn't stand them, but I wasn't able to do anything... Every thrust was harder and more painful. I was crying and wailing, it probably looked pathetic... like I was.
I felt relieved when he finally came and took his cock out of my ass. It still hurt and I hoped he will leave me alone when he untied my numb wrists, but he didn't.
"Get dressed and clean this mess." He threw a pack of tissues in my direction after wiping the blood from his cock.
I could barely move, because the pain was too intense, but I was scared, so I did what he wanted. I wiped blood mixed with his semen from my thighs, put my boxers and pants on, then cleaned the mess from the floor. I was glad there were tiles, not a carpet, because it was easy to wipe everything off. When I finished, I ran into the direction of door and grabbed the knob, but I noticed it was locked.
"Do you think I will let you to run away that fast?!" He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me backwards. I almost fell on the floor, but somehow I managed to keep my balance.
"What do you want? I already paid you back... Let me go, please..."
"No. You have to promise you will go to that club and explain everything to them. Do you know they don't want to let me in anymore?! It's a place of all important meetings and it's shameful when I tell someone I just CAN'T GO!" Byou punched my arm. I was already in so much pain, that I stopped caring about it. Nothing could hurt more than feeling of his cock roughly moving in my anus.
"I'm sorry and I promise I'm going to do that. I've never smoked cigarettes before and I just saw a random pack left on the table, I took one and I didn't know I will accidentally set a whole table on fire! I didn't have money to pay for this, really! I had to pay for the club, because there weren't enough people on my band's live and you know how expensive is that..." It was embarrassing to cry like that in front of him, but all I wanted was to be left alone.
"I don't give a fuck about it. Go there and tell them it was you. If not, I'm going to repeat the thing I did to you." He smirked, opened a door and walked outside.
I didn't follow him. I went to the bathroom instead... I probably looked messy and I had to fix it then go to this club... I could barely walk, but I couldn't let him to do it again.
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Don't kill me for writing something like that... I hope I didn't fail, because it's the first time I tried writing something smut-like in english.