annie are you okay, are you okay? [closed & finished]

[virucide]

WHO: Mello (virucide) & Brian Moser (salvationdenied) -- open to Matt (lungrot) via phone, if he'd like!
WHAT: Revenge. (See this.)
WHERE: The center of town, and then an anonymous hotel room.
WHEN: Day 75, late at night.
WARNINGS: Very, very graphic violence. This is rape, so proceed at your own risk.

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[virucide]

He should have seen it coming. He really should have, but he didn't, and maybe that was the kicker -- because Mello considered himself in control, considered himself an unstoppable force. But when his knees gave out and an unbearable weight settled around his shoulders and against his throat, he knew, in that painful instant, what was happening.

Stunned by the blow, the blond recovered as quick as possible. And that was when the real struggle began.

Legs kicking out helplessly beneath him, Mello managed to hiss an agonized damnit under his breath, rasping the word. His hands fumbled for the gun in his jacket, but like this his body was rendered next to worthless, despite his resistance. He felt cold metal graze shaking fingertips, dislodging the pistol from its carrier before wrapping it in his grasp, and then the unthinkable happened. He dropped it.

He dropped itThe clang as it hit concrete sounded like death bearing down upon him. Mello realized how defenseless he was; and though he couldn't recognize who had a hold of him by

[virucide]

To hear his name -- even it was only a pseudonym, though still the one he went by regularly -- said so smoothly, so intimately like that made him sick to his stomach. He regretted handing it over, that last shred of his pride. It was a complete violation. It was like, each time he spoke it, he was raping Mello already with the very utterance

[salvationdenied]

Brian did not laugh when the man said this. In fact, it was eerily silent in the dark room, his white mask expressionless and hollow, staring down at the bound man.

His hands stilled, and he cocked his head again, before continuing back up, his ministrations deepening.

"Why are you so angry? Was it something I said? Or did I do something to piss you off?" The voice was guileless, almost shocked at his anger, even as his left hand continued to stroke the man's dick.

He reached his right hand out, under the man's chin and spoke, harsh with authority, without a single wavering note: "Spit."