Blood, Sweat and Tears
Title: Blood Sweat and Tears
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Calvin Kavanagh/Acastus Kolya
Prompt: 13 - Blood Play (
50kinkyways )
Word Count: 1,500
Rating: NC-17
Warning: I don't think I can say non-con any more. There's blood in this one, though.
Disclaimer: I don't own
Author's Notes: The second part of Trecherous Desire. This is dedicated to everyone who commented on part one, because all of you said that you loved it and couldn't wait for more. I don't have a plan to continue this fic, but I did leave it at a place I can pick up from if I ever want to use this pairing again.
Click here for my 50kinkyways prompt table
The flat of the knife was cold against his cock as Kolya ran it down the red, throbbing flesh, curving it over his balls and rubbing it across the sensitive skin just above his hole as if wiping off a blood stain. Calvin kept perfectly still, all too aware that one slip of the sharp blade would damage parts of him that he really didn’t want to lose. Of course, this didn’t stop his cock from responding to the torment in the same way as it had responded to everything Kolya had done to him so far.
His eyes were squeezed tightly shut - Calvin was afraid that if he could see what was being done to him he’d start to panic, or worse. If he came now, he might not be able to stop himself from arching up against the knife, and things would get messy really fast. It occurred to him that Kolya meant this to be more than physical torture - he was testing Calvin’s ability to hold back, forcing him to rein in his orgasm while teasing him in a way that made holding back almost impossible. Calvin’s fear of anything sharp and pointy just made what Kolya was doing more arousing.
“You like it when I tease you like this.”
Calvin jumped out of his skin when Kolya’s voice broke the silence. Thankfully, he could no longer feel the knife against his cock, and when he opened his eyes he saw that Kolya had moved it away and was playing with it thoughtfully, tossing it lightly from hand to hand. When he had spoken, he’d sounded surprised, as if Calvin was the first person he’d tied up who had reacted this way. A red blush of shame spread over his face when he realised that most people weren’t turned on by evil men tying them up and promising to rape them. If McKay were in his place, he’d throw his worst sarcasm in Kolya’s face, insult him and threaten to kill him when he escaped. And here Calvin was, on the verge of coming for the second time and acting completely submissive, just like Kolya wanted. Hell, if Kolya would just brush the tip of his finger over Calvin’s cock, he’d do whatever the man told him to. He’d even take that knife and cut his own chest if he thought it would get him another orgasm.
“I’ve never had a pet like you before,” Kolya told him quietly, looking down at him with lust in his eyes. “There are so many things I want to do to you. So many toys I want to use. And all the time in the world to use them, one after the other until you pass out with exhaustion.”
Calvin swallowed heavily, whimpering softly like the animal Kolya had turned him into. The Genii’s eyes drifted slowly towards his cock, then travelled up his body until they reached his face.
“I wonder…” Kolya placed the tip of the knife on Calvin’s chest, holding it on the surface without breaking the skin. Calvin knew what was coming next, anticipated the sting of the blade as the first cut was made, spilling blood across his chest, but the cut did not come. Kolya was still watching him in fascination, and Calvin saw him reach a decision a split second before the sinister smile crossed his face.
“Come for me, pet,” Kolya ordered, his voice suddenly harsh and commanding. “Do it now.”
“Fuck!” Calvin gasped as wave upon wave of pleasure overcame him, his body obeying Kolya’s - his master’s - order as if it didn’t know anything else. Somewhere in the background, something sharp bit into his chest and he knew that Kolya had made the first cut and it was supposed to hurt, but the shock wave that dispersed across his skin numbed him completely. His entire body relaxed and he lay there, panting, as Kolya carved a pattern into his chest, directly above the heart.
“This is my mark,” Kolya explained as the knife cut deeper. “It tells people to stay away, that you belong to me, and I’m not willing to share.” A single drop of blood started to trickled down Calvin’s chest, tickling his stomach as it pooled there, followed by more of the hot red liquid as Kolya’s knife curved across his chest. His master had climbed onto the bed, straddling him to get a better angle for the knife. The pain was starting to filter through to Calvin’s senses, but the hardness that pressed against his thigh distracted him from the throbbing, stinging mess that was his chest. Kolya was hard because of him, because he found Calvin arousing. No one, in his entire life, had been attracted to him. He wasn’t physically repulsive, but his arrogance and sarcasm had served to drive people away.
But here was this powerful man, usually so calm and collected, rocking slowly against him as he traced the mark he’d made with his tongue. Kolya was breathing heavily, his hands digging in to Calvin’s shoulders as Calvin arched into the hot, wet tongue that followed the lines of pain across his chest, saliva searing painfully into his tender wounds. Calvin’s entire world came down to this: the rope around his hands, the hard mattress beneath him and the man pressing him into the mattress, holding him down as he bit Calvin’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood. The power rush was enough to stir his cock into a state of half hardness, although it would take something more than this to get him hard again, given how much come was smeared across his stomach and chest, mixed in with blood, sweat and tears.
The knife clattered loudly onto the floor as Kolya’s mouth covered his for a brief moment, long enough to bite Calvin’s bottom lip before he pulled back and moved backwards until he was between Calvin’s legs. He pulled them apart roughly before his hands went to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease, his eyes fixed on Calvin’s.
“This is going to be painful if it’s your first time,” he breathed, voice low and seductive. “Maybe I should make it easier on you, just this once. If you’re too tight, it will be painful for me, too.” Tearing off one of his gloves with his teeth, he ran his hand along Calvin’s stomach, scooping up the mixture of liquids that had gathered there, bright red blood diluted by milky white come. Pulling his trousers down as far as his knees (and revealing that he wore nothing underneath), he stroked his cock with the same hand, slicking it with the liquid and bringing it to full hardness.
This done, he took hold of Calvin’s hips and moved himself into position, pausing when the tip of his cock was pressed against Calvin’s hole. “Tell me you want this, pet,” he whispered. “Beg me to fuck you. You have permission to speak.”
Calvin sniffed loudly - he’d had no idea he was crying again. “Please,” he cried hoarsely, licking his lips and swallowing before trying again. “Please.”
Kolya rocked his hips a little, pushing himself no more than a centimetre inside Calvin. The muscle burned in protest, stretched out more than it had ever been before, more than Calvin could take, and oh God, he wanted more. “Please what?” his master growled.
“Fuck me,” Calvin whimpered. “Please.” He let his head fall back against the mattress and closed his eyes tightly. “I want you to fuck me hard. Make it hurt.” His voice broke at this last shameful admission and salty tears ran down his cheeks and into his open mouth.
There it was again - that deep chuckle that pressed every button Calvin had never known he had, and his master started to move, pushing deep inside with a single thrust that split him open. Calvin’s cry of pain provided all of the motivation Kolya needed to fuck him mercilessly, the pitiful excuse for lubricant doing nothing to ease the way. Calvin could feel his muscles clench around every inch of Kolya’s cock inside him, he could feel the fingers digging into his hips hard enough to bruise, he could hear his master’s grunts as he neared climax, and it was everything he’d imagined it to be. By the time Kolya came inside him and pulled out, leaving him feeling empty and exposed and fucked beyond words, his ass was raw and bloody and screaming in protest. And he loved it, loved every second of it and hated himself for being Kolya’s pet and wondered what kind of toys a man like Kolya would have and wanted him to try all of them out on him, right now.
“Tomorrow, pet,” Kolya whispered, slipping a metal ring around Calvin’s cock, which had defied all of the laws of physics by becoming hard again. “This will keep you thinking of me until I return.”
Pressing a kiss against Calvin’s forehead, Kolya - Acastus, his master, his owner - left him, shivering and covered in blood and come, tears streaking down his face and his cock so hard that he thought he’d burst. Calvin closed his eyes, waiting for morning to come, knowing that there was no way he’d be able to sleep in this state. If he lifted his head, he could see his master’s mark, the blood drying dark brown on his chest.
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Calvin Kavanagh/Acastus Kolya
Prompt: 13 - Blood Play (
50kinkyways )
Word Count: 1,500
Rating: NC-17
Warning: I don't think I can say non-con any more. There's blood in this one, though.
Disclaimer: I don't own
Author's Notes: The second part of Trecherous Desire. This is dedicated to everyone who commented on part one, because all of you said that you loved it and couldn't wait for more. I don't have a plan to continue this fic, but I did leave it at a place I can pick up from if I ever want to use this pairing again.
Click here for my 50kinkyways prompt table
The flat of the knife was cold against his cock as Kolya ran it down the red, throbbing flesh, curving it over his balls and rubbing it across the sensitive skin just above his hole as if wiping off a blood stain. Calvin kept perfectly still, all too aware that one slip of the sharp blade would damage parts of him that he really didn’t want to lose. Of course, this didn’t stop his cock from responding to the torment in the same way as it had responded to everything Kolya had done to him so far.
His eyes were squeezed tightly shut - Calvin was afraid that if he could see what was being done to him he’d start to panic, or worse. If he came now, he might not be able to stop himself from arching up against the knife, and things would get messy really fast. It occurred to him that Kolya meant this to be more than physical torture - he was testing Calvin’s ability to hold back, forcing him to rein in his orgasm while teasing him in a way that made holding back almost impossible. Calvin’s fear of anything sharp and pointy just made what Kolya was doing more arousing.
“You like it when I tease you like this.”
Calvin jumped out of his skin when Kolya’s voice broke the silence. Thankfully, he could no longer feel the knife against his cock, and when he opened his eyes he saw that Kolya had moved it away and was playing with it thoughtfully, tossing it lightly from hand to hand. When he had spoken, he’d sounded surprised, as if Calvin was the first person he’d tied up who had reacted this way. A red blush of shame spread over his face when he realised that most people weren’t turned on by evil men tying them up and promising to rape them. If McKay were in his place, he’d throw his worst sarcasm in Kolya’s face, insult him and threaten to kill him when he escaped. And here Calvin was, on the verge of coming for the second time and acting completely submissive, just like Kolya wanted. Hell, if Kolya would just brush the tip of his finger over Calvin’s cock, he’d do whatever the man told him to. He’d even take that knife and cut his own chest if he thought it would get him another orgasm.
“I’ve never had a pet like you before,” Kolya told him quietly, looking down at him with lust in his eyes. “There are so many things I want to do to you. So many toys I want to use. And all the time in the world to use them, one after the other until you pass out with exhaustion.”
Calvin swallowed heavily, whimpering softly like the animal Kolya had turned him into. The Genii’s eyes drifted slowly towards his cock, then travelled up his body until they reached his face.
“I wonder…” Kolya placed the tip of the knife on Calvin’s chest, holding it on the surface without breaking the skin. Calvin knew what was coming next, anticipated the sting of the blade as the first cut was made, spilling blood across his chest, but the cut did not come. Kolya was still watching him in fascination, and Calvin saw him reach a decision a split second before the sinister smile crossed his face.
“Come for me, pet,” Kolya ordered, his voice suddenly harsh and commanding. “Do it now.”
“Fuck!” Calvin gasped as wave upon wave of pleasure overcame him, his body obeying Kolya’s - his master’s - order as if it didn’t know anything else. Somewhere in the background, something sharp bit into his chest and he knew that Kolya had made the first cut and it was supposed to hurt, but the shock wave that dispersed across his skin numbed him completely. His entire body relaxed and he lay there, panting, as Kolya carved a pattern into his chest, directly above the heart.
“This is my mark,” Kolya explained as the knife cut deeper. “It tells people to stay away, that you belong to me, and I’m not willing to share.” A single drop of blood started to trickled down Calvin’s chest, tickling his stomach as it pooled there, followed by more of the hot red liquid as Kolya’s knife curved across his chest. His master had climbed onto the bed, straddling him to get a better angle for the knife. The pain was starting to filter through to Calvin’s senses, but the hardness that pressed against his thigh distracted him from the throbbing, stinging mess that was his chest. Kolya was hard because of him, because he found Calvin arousing. No one, in his entire life, had been attracted to him. He wasn’t physically repulsive, but his arrogance and sarcasm had served to drive people away.
But here was this powerful man, usually so calm and collected, rocking slowly against him as he traced the mark he’d made with his tongue. Kolya was breathing heavily, his hands digging in to Calvin’s shoulders as Calvin arched into the hot, wet tongue that followed the lines of pain across his chest, saliva searing painfully into his tender wounds. Calvin’s entire world came down to this: the rope around his hands, the hard mattress beneath him and the man pressing him into the mattress, holding him down as he bit Calvin’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood. The power rush was enough to stir his cock into a state of half hardness, although it would take something more than this to get him hard again, given how much come was smeared across his stomach and chest, mixed in with blood, sweat and tears.
The knife clattered loudly onto the floor as Kolya’s mouth covered his for a brief moment, long enough to bite Calvin’s bottom lip before he pulled back and moved backwards until he was between Calvin’s legs. He pulled them apart roughly before his hands went to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease, his eyes fixed on Calvin’s.
“This is going to be painful if it’s your first time,” he breathed, voice low and seductive. “Maybe I should make it easier on you, just this once. If you’re too tight, it will be painful for me, too.” Tearing off one of his gloves with his teeth, he ran his hand along Calvin’s stomach, scooping up the mixture of liquids that had gathered there, bright red blood diluted by milky white come. Pulling his trousers down as far as his knees (and revealing that he wore nothing underneath), he stroked his cock with the same hand, slicking it with the liquid and bringing it to full hardness.
This done, he took hold of Calvin’s hips and moved himself into position, pausing when the tip of his cock was pressed against Calvin’s hole. “Tell me you want this, pet,” he whispered. “Beg me to fuck you. You have permission to speak.”
Calvin sniffed loudly - he’d had no idea he was crying again. “Please,” he cried hoarsely, licking his lips and swallowing before trying again. “Please.”
Kolya rocked his hips a little, pushing himself no more than a centimetre inside Calvin. The muscle burned in protest, stretched out more than it had ever been before, more than Calvin could take, and oh God, he wanted more. “Please what?” his master growled.
“Fuck me,” Calvin whimpered. “Please.” He let his head fall back against the mattress and closed his eyes tightly. “I want you to fuck me hard. Make it hurt.” His voice broke at this last shameful admission and salty tears ran down his cheeks and into his open mouth.
There it was again - that deep chuckle that pressed every button Calvin had never known he had, and his master started to move, pushing deep inside with a single thrust that split him open. Calvin’s cry of pain provided all of the motivation Kolya needed to fuck him mercilessly, the pitiful excuse for lubricant doing nothing to ease the way. Calvin could feel his muscles clench around every inch of Kolya’s cock inside him, he could feel the fingers digging into his hips hard enough to bruise, he could hear his master’s grunts as he neared climax, and it was everything he’d imagined it to be. By the time Kolya came inside him and pulled out, leaving him feeling empty and exposed and fucked beyond words, his ass was raw and bloody and screaming in protest. And he loved it, loved every second of it and hated himself for being Kolya’s pet and wondered what kind of toys a man like Kolya would have and wanted him to try all of them out on him, right now.
“Tomorrow, pet,” Kolya whispered, slipping a metal ring around Calvin’s cock, which had defied all of the laws of physics by becoming hard again. “This will keep you thinking of me until I return.”
Pressing a kiss against Calvin’s forehead, Kolya - Acastus, his master, his owner - left him, shivering and covered in blood and come, tears streaking down his face and his cock so hard that he thought he’d burst. Calvin closed his eyes, waiting for morning to come, knowing that there was no way he’d be able to sleep in this state. If he lifted his head, he could see his master’s mark, the blood drying dark brown on his chest.