Mar. 12 "Kiss me, Kill me." Green Day RPS, Tre/Billie/Mike, R
Title: Kiss me, kill me.
Author:dragon013(Sparkling Dragon Tears)
Fandom: Green Day
Pairing: Tre/Billie/Mike
Rating: FRM / M / R
Warnings: Unstable!Billie, Slash, Weapon/violence fetish, dark, language, oneshot.
Disclaimer: Real people from Green Day. Highly fictional situation. Not real! Don't sue me!
Hey there! My first post for the comingclean community. Hope you like. It's dark though, be warned.
The door slammed closed and Mike's heart skipped a beat. Tre's breath froze in his throat. Billie Joe had fire in his eyes.
Billie Joe was also holding a pistol, pointed toward Mike on the couch. He reached behind him and locked the door, before stepping further into the room. Tre sat frozen in an easy chair across the room from Mike. His eyes were wide and darting between the other two band members.
"Bill," Tre voiced. "What are you doing?" Billie Joe wouldn't even spare him a glance as he strode closer to Mike.
"Billie Joe, put the gun away... I'm sure we can talk." Mike breathed, staring up at the disgruntled singer.
"Oh, we can talk." Billie echoed mockingly. "Can we talk about how long you've had it for me?"
"What?" Mike asked, eyes never leaving the weapon pointed toward him.
"About how long you've been jacking off to the thought of me controlling you? How long you've wanted me to-" Billie swallowed hard. "To fuck you? Both of you?" Billie finally looked at Tre, and the drummer could see the tears in the bright green eyes.
"Can we talk about this Bill?" Mike asked, trying to sound calm while his heart hammered.
"Talk! I don't want to talk. You don't wanna talk." He took another step closer and Mike could see him shaking.
"What do you want then?" Mike's voice was low and soft and Tre couldn't do a thing from where he was.
Billie looked down and could see Mike getting hard from this. He glanced over to Tre and saw the same tenting reaction in his pants. Billie ground his teeth together and tightened his grip on the gun.
"I'll tell you what I want..." His voice cracked, and even Tre could see him shaking.
"Mikey..." Tre said quietly, as though he wanted desperately to say something.
"Hush." Mike hissed to the drummer. He turned his attention back to the unstable man in front of him. "What do you want, Billie Joe?" He asked calmly.
Billie's breath was erratic and the gun was shaking in his hand. His eyes were swimming with tears, but he was holding back frrom crying.
"I-I want..." He sniffled a bit and looked between his two nervous and turned-on friends. His eyes narrowed into a glare. "I want you to fuck me." He growled. Mike's eyebrows shot up and Tre met Mike's eyes for a second of confusion.
"Billie Joe, that's not what you want..." Mike informed him, as though Billie wouldn't have known that.
"Mike," Tre called him. "Do what he says..." He was trying to keep his own voice from shaking with anticipation and anxiety.
"Shut up, Tre." Mike barked at him.
"No, he's right." Bill growled. "You'd better do what I say." He thrusted the pistol forward to make his point.
"Bill, you don't want this..." Mike insisted, trying to keep a threatening tone from his voice.
"Well you seem to think so!" Billie shouted. "Now, do as I say. Fuck me. Right now." He ordered. He was only a few feet from Mike and the bassist could see that he was trying desperately not to cry.
"Billie... You don't have to do this..." His voice softened.
Billie Joe looked deep into the bassist's eyes and swallowed hard again. With a heavy, resounding click, he cocked the hammer of the gun and pointed it to Mike's head. His voice was low and dangerous when he spoke, and his emerald eyes burned with rage and fear.
"Fuck me now, unless you want a bullet through your skull." Mike said nothing, but finally nodded after a hesitated second. "Stand." Billie ordered. Mike obeyed. "Strip." Mike glanced to Tre, who was squirming in his seat, erection tight in his pants, but worry creased over his forehead. "Strip him." Billie gestured toward Tre with the gun and Tre gasped audibly in surprise.
Mike slowly crossed the room, naked, aroused, and trying not to shiver as he felt those flaming emeralds glaring holes in his back. He stood Tre up in front of him and without a word began to peel the drummer's clothes off.
When the two of them were stripped, Billie Joe wasted no time throwing his shirt to the floor and kicking off his pants and underwear. The boys could see his bruises across his thighs and over his pale hips from the last time he'd had sex. He noticed them looking over his body and bit his lip to keep his tears at bay. He could feel the bitter lump in his throat as he stepped closer to them, against his protesting mind.
"B-Bill?" Tre asked cautiously. Billie looked at him, and he assumed that he was to continue. "Which one of us do you want?" Billie's eyes glided over each of them, determining that they were both equally hard. His face did not betray whatever it was he was thinking because neither of the other two could guess what he would say.
"What do you think?" Billie asked, pistol pointing toward Tre. The drummer looked down the singer's tattooed arm and over his body. Then he noticed. Bill wasn't even half-hard. He was hating this. He was scared and upset and instead of taking advantage of the two aroused men, he was going to claim control by demanding to be fucked. Tre looked to Mike, but had no idea if the taller man had noticed this or not. He finally turned his attention back to Billie.
"I don't know." He replied honestly. Billie looked at Mike and saw that the bassist's gaze was focused on the weapon. Bill stepped back, glare on his face, and pointed the gun at Mike. His hand was shaking and the pistol was still ready to fire. Mike's eyes glazed over with lust and agony, but at the same time, he was sweating as he stared death in the face.
"You think it's loaded?" Billie asked with a tiny bit of hysteria in his voice. Mike met his eyes, heart almost in his throat. Billie stepped forward and pressed his hot lips against Mike's ear. "Wanna find out?" He whispered, touching the cold metal to Mike's temple. He could hear Mike choking back a whine and stepped back. "Pathetic." He sneered. He turned his attention back to Tre, the gun remaining pointing at Mike. "Bet I could make him cum. Wanna see?" His glare was predatorial and Tre couldn't make a sound come out of his mouth if he wanted to. "That's what you want, isn't it?" Billie snapped to the drummer, taking his erect dick in his free hand and squeezing it tightly. Tre hissed a bit, whether in pleasure or pain, he couldn't even have said.
Billie stepped away, leaving his two best friends standing beside each other, practically panting with clenched fists. He looked over both of them, calculating something. His body was shaking harder than ever, and the two knew that he was making a choice.
"Suck him off." Billie gestured to Mike, looking at Tre. Tre glanced to the bassist and moved slowly to his knees. "But don't let him cum." Mike whined a bit, but shut up when Billie pointed the deadly metal at him once more.
Billie watched as Tre tortured Mike to the edge of sanity. He barked for the drummer to stop and stand, and Tre did as he was told. Billie forced a bitter smirk and pointed the gun at the ground.
"Hold his arms behind him." Billie ordered and Tre stood beside the taller man, holding his wrists together behind him. "Watch this shit." Billie's voice was sardonic, but he nodded to Mike and Tre looked over, despite his desire to see what Billie was going to do with the gun.
*Boom*
Tre flinched as the shot fired, resisting the urge to look at Billie who was stalking closer, and the urge to rub his ears. What helped him fight the urge though, was that Mike had cried out and arched backwards, body shaking as he erupted with an intense orgasm.
"Told you." Billie whispered from behind Tre, making the drummer jump. "Let him go." Tre let MIke go and the taller man sunk to his knees breathing hard. Billie pulled Tre a few steps away from Mike and stared into his eyes. "You." He stated. And Tre knew what he meant.
"Bill, I know you don't want this." Tre tried, looking down at Billie's limp dick. Billie growled and pressed the hot end of the gun against Tre's naked hipbone. Tre shouted out as the burning metal pressed against his skin. He tried to squirm away, but Billie held him tight.
"But you do." Billie finally pulled the gun away from Tre's body when the drummer was on the verge of tears. "Now fuck me. Right now, in front of Mike so the horny bastard can watch." Tre sniffled, looking down at the raw wound on his hip. What if there was another bullet in there? He nodded and looked into Billie's face.
Bill wouldn't meet his eyes, never a good sign.
"G-Give me a second and I'll get a condom and lube." Tre tried to step away, but Billie's grip tightened.
"I said, 'Fuck me now.'" Tre's eyes went wide. No condom was one thing, but no lube? Not to mention, Billie never, ever fucked without a condom.
And Tre saw a tear slip past the eyeliner, down the pale man's cheek. And the stinging pain in his hip told him he had to obey.
Tre leaned in and kissed Billie's neck softly in apology before he pulled Billie down to the floor. Billie refused to look at Tre's face as he positioned himself between the singer's shaking legs. Tre spit into his hands and rubbed it over himself as a pitiful attempt at lube. And Billie chanced a look at Tre's sweaty face just as Tre pushed inside the tight body. And Tre saw the tears.
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After Tre had cum inside of Billie, he pulled out and grabbed the gun from Billie's white knuckles. He didn't protest. Tre took the magazine out and threw them both across the room. He pulled the limp and crying Billie Joe into his arms, sitting them up and holding him tightly. He didn't say anything, because there was nothing he could say.
Mike crawled over to them and joined Tre in comforting Billie. He ran his fingers through the singer's sweaty hair, happy to see that Billie was no longer shaking.
"Mikey..." Billie's eyes were closed, trying to stop the tears from flowing. He was just letting himself be comforted by his best friends.
"Yeah, Bill?" Mike whispered, his throat dry.
"Please..." Billie begged. "Don't ever ask me to do that again." Mike met Tre's eyes, both of them feeling regret. "Please don't make me..." Billie whispered.
"I promise, no more hardcore role playing. Never again, baby." Mike kissed Billie's forehead and sighed.
"I'm sorry I chickened out guys..." They all knew the plan was for Billie to take charge and fuck them into tomorrow, but he just couldn't get aroused knowing that he was holding a weapon to possibly kill his lovers.
"No, you did great, Bill." Tre said, trying to soothe him. "You were amazing. I'm so sorry..." He sniffled a little and Billie cracked his bright eyes open.
"Don't cry," BIllie said softly. He looked over to Mike and could see that he was being eaten up inside.
"Bill, we love you. Please, please tell us if you ever have a problem with anything. I-I'm sorry." Mike sucked up his pride and apologized to his best friend.
"No, you're not." Bill said with a small smile, confusing the other two. "You liked it. You wanted it. And so I punished you..." He had a tiny mischievous smirk underneath his tear and make-up stained face. And Mike smiled. And Tre looked down at the burn mark. Billie Joe would always be a mystery to them. It didn't matter how well they could read his emotions, there was always some hidden agenda or idea behind Billie's actions. Which is why Billie didn't stop their game, even if it hurt him in the process. "You're never gonna forget this." Billie smiled. "You'll never forget me."
"Babe, it would be impossible to forget you." Tre said with a small laugh.
"Just remember that you're ours." Mike added with a wink. Billie smiled, knowing everything was forgiven and everything would be okay.
"Come on, lets get dressed." Billie said. He looked down at Tre's burn and the drummer thought for a moment that he was going to touch it. Billie grinned at Tre's wince. "Better clean that up. Don't want it to get infected. It would suck if you died."
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Yay! My first Green Day slash... Why is it so dark??
Oh well. I loved it. Hope you do too...
Too bad I can't post this on fanfiction...
Bonus points if you caught the "Mechanical Man" song reference. "Watch this shit, woman! Gonna learn somethin' right now." lol. It wasn't intentional, it just happened. Haha...
-J X
Author:dragon013(Sparkling Dragon Tears)
Fandom: Green Day
Pairing: Tre/Billie/Mike
Rating: FRM / M / R
Warnings: Unstable!Billie, Slash, Weapon/violence fetish, dark, language, oneshot.
Disclaimer: Real people from Green Day. Highly fictional situation. Not real! Don't sue me!
Hey there! My first post for the comingclean community. Hope you like. It's dark though, be warned.
The door slammed closed and Mike's heart skipped a beat. Tre's breath froze in his throat. Billie Joe had fire in his eyes.
Billie Joe was also holding a pistol, pointed toward Mike on the couch. He reached behind him and locked the door, before stepping further into the room. Tre sat frozen in an easy chair across the room from Mike. His eyes were wide and darting between the other two band members.
"Bill," Tre voiced. "What are you doing?" Billie Joe wouldn't even spare him a glance as he strode closer to Mike.
"Billie Joe, put the gun away... I'm sure we can talk." Mike breathed, staring up at the disgruntled singer.
"Oh, we can talk." Billie echoed mockingly. "Can we talk about how long you've had it for me?"
"What?" Mike asked, eyes never leaving the weapon pointed toward him.
"About how long you've been jacking off to the thought of me controlling you? How long you've wanted me to-" Billie swallowed hard. "To fuck you? Both of you?" Billie finally looked at Tre, and the drummer could see the tears in the bright green eyes.
"Can we talk about this Bill?" Mike asked, trying to sound calm while his heart hammered.
"Talk! I don't want to talk. You don't wanna talk." He took another step closer and Mike could see him shaking.
"What do you want then?" Mike's voice was low and soft and Tre couldn't do a thing from where he was.
Billie looked down and could see Mike getting hard from this. He glanced over to Tre and saw the same tenting reaction in his pants. Billie ground his teeth together and tightened his grip on the gun.
"I'll tell you what I want..." His voice cracked, and even Tre could see him shaking.
"Mikey..." Tre said quietly, as though he wanted desperately to say something.
"Hush." Mike hissed to the drummer. He turned his attention back to the unstable man in front of him. "What do you want, Billie Joe?" He asked calmly.
Billie's breath was erratic and the gun was shaking in his hand. His eyes were swimming with tears, but he was holding back frrom crying.
"I-I want..." He sniffled a bit and looked between his two nervous and turned-on friends. His eyes narrowed into a glare. "I want you to fuck me." He growled. Mike's eyebrows shot up and Tre met Mike's eyes for a second of confusion.
"Billie Joe, that's not what you want..." Mike informed him, as though Billie wouldn't have known that.
"Mike," Tre called him. "Do what he says..." He was trying to keep his own voice from shaking with anticipation and anxiety.
"Shut up, Tre." Mike barked at him.
"No, he's right." Bill growled. "You'd better do what I say." He thrusted the pistol forward to make his point.
"Bill, you don't want this..." Mike insisted, trying to keep a threatening tone from his voice.
"Well you seem to think so!" Billie shouted. "Now, do as I say. Fuck me. Right now." He ordered. He was only a few feet from Mike and the bassist could see that he was trying desperately not to cry.
"Billie... You don't have to do this..." His voice softened.
Billie Joe looked deep into the bassist's eyes and swallowed hard again. With a heavy, resounding click, he cocked the hammer of the gun and pointed it to Mike's head. His voice was low and dangerous when he spoke, and his emerald eyes burned with rage and fear.
"Fuck me now, unless you want a bullet through your skull." Mike said nothing, but finally nodded after a hesitated second. "Stand." Billie ordered. Mike obeyed. "Strip." Mike glanced to Tre, who was squirming in his seat, erection tight in his pants, but worry creased over his forehead. "Strip him." Billie gestured toward Tre with the gun and Tre gasped audibly in surprise.
Mike slowly crossed the room, naked, aroused, and trying not to shiver as he felt those flaming emeralds glaring holes in his back. He stood Tre up in front of him and without a word began to peel the drummer's clothes off.
When the two of them were stripped, Billie Joe wasted no time throwing his shirt to the floor and kicking off his pants and underwear. The boys could see his bruises across his thighs and over his pale hips from the last time he'd had sex. He noticed them looking over his body and bit his lip to keep his tears at bay. He could feel the bitter lump in his throat as he stepped closer to them, against his protesting mind.
"B-Bill?" Tre asked cautiously. Billie looked at him, and he assumed that he was to continue. "Which one of us do you want?" Billie's eyes glided over each of them, determining that they were both equally hard. His face did not betray whatever it was he was thinking because neither of the other two could guess what he would say.
"What do you think?" Billie asked, pistol pointing toward Tre. The drummer looked down the singer's tattooed arm and over his body. Then he noticed. Bill wasn't even half-hard. He was hating this. He was scared and upset and instead of taking advantage of the two aroused men, he was going to claim control by demanding to be fucked. Tre looked to Mike, but had no idea if the taller man had noticed this or not. He finally turned his attention back to Billie.
"I don't know." He replied honestly. Billie looked at Mike and saw that the bassist's gaze was focused on the weapon. Bill stepped back, glare on his face, and pointed the gun at Mike. His hand was shaking and the pistol was still ready to fire. Mike's eyes glazed over with lust and agony, but at the same time, he was sweating as he stared death in the face.
"You think it's loaded?" Billie asked with a tiny bit of hysteria in his voice. Mike met his eyes, heart almost in his throat. Billie stepped forward and pressed his hot lips against Mike's ear. "Wanna find out?" He whispered, touching the cold metal to Mike's temple. He could hear Mike choking back a whine and stepped back. "Pathetic." He sneered. He turned his attention back to Tre, the gun remaining pointing at Mike. "Bet I could make him cum. Wanna see?" His glare was predatorial and Tre couldn't make a sound come out of his mouth if he wanted to. "That's what you want, isn't it?" Billie snapped to the drummer, taking his erect dick in his free hand and squeezing it tightly. Tre hissed a bit, whether in pleasure or pain, he couldn't even have said.
Billie stepped away, leaving his two best friends standing beside each other, practically panting with clenched fists. He looked over both of them, calculating something. His body was shaking harder than ever, and the two knew that he was making a choice.
"Suck him off." Billie gestured to Mike, looking at Tre. Tre glanced to the bassist and moved slowly to his knees. "But don't let him cum." Mike whined a bit, but shut up when Billie pointed the deadly metal at him once more.
Billie watched as Tre tortured Mike to the edge of sanity. He barked for the drummer to stop and stand, and Tre did as he was told. Billie forced a bitter smirk and pointed the gun at the ground.
"Hold his arms behind him." Billie ordered and Tre stood beside the taller man, holding his wrists together behind him. "Watch this shit." Billie's voice was sardonic, but he nodded to Mike and Tre looked over, despite his desire to see what Billie was going to do with the gun.
*Boom*
Tre flinched as the shot fired, resisting the urge to look at Billie who was stalking closer, and the urge to rub his ears. What helped him fight the urge though, was that Mike had cried out and arched backwards, body shaking as he erupted with an intense orgasm.
"Told you." Billie whispered from behind Tre, making the drummer jump. "Let him go." Tre let MIke go and the taller man sunk to his knees breathing hard. Billie pulled Tre a few steps away from Mike and stared into his eyes. "You." He stated. And Tre knew what he meant.
"Bill, I know you don't want this." Tre tried, looking down at Billie's limp dick. Billie growled and pressed the hot end of the gun against Tre's naked hipbone. Tre shouted out as the burning metal pressed against his skin. He tried to squirm away, but Billie held him tight.
"But you do." Billie finally pulled the gun away from Tre's body when the drummer was on the verge of tears. "Now fuck me. Right now, in front of Mike so the horny bastard can watch." Tre sniffled, looking down at the raw wound on his hip. What if there was another bullet in there? He nodded and looked into Billie's face.
Bill wouldn't meet his eyes, never a good sign.
"G-Give me a second and I'll get a condom and lube." Tre tried to step away, but Billie's grip tightened.
"I said, 'Fuck me now.'" Tre's eyes went wide. No condom was one thing, but no lube? Not to mention, Billie never, ever fucked without a condom.
And Tre saw a tear slip past the eyeliner, down the pale man's cheek. And the stinging pain in his hip told him he had to obey.
Tre leaned in and kissed Billie's neck softly in apology before he pulled Billie down to the floor. Billie refused to look at Tre's face as he positioned himself between the singer's shaking legs. Tre spit into his hands and rubbed it over himself as a pitiful attempt at lube. And Billie chanced a look at Tre's sweaty face just as Tre pushed inside the tight body. And Tre saw the tears.
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After Tre had cum inside of Billie, he pulled out and grabbed the gun from Billie's white knuckles. He didn't protest. Tre took the magazine out and threw them both across the room. He pulled the limp and crying Billie Joe into his arms, sitting them up and holding him tightly. He didn't say anything, because there was nothing he could say.
Mike crawled over to them and joined Tre in comforting Billie. He ran his fingers through the singer's sweaty hair, happy to see that Billie was no longer shaking.
"Mikey..." Billie's eyes were closed, trying to stop the tears from flowing. He was just letting himself be comforted by his best friends.
"Yeah, Bill?" Mike whispered, his throat dry.
"Please..." Billie begged. "Don't ever ask me to do that again." Mike met Tre's eyes, both of them feeling regret. "Please don't make me..." Billie whispered.
"I promise, no more hardcore role playing. Never again, baby." Mike kissed Billie's forehead and sighed.
"I'm sorry I chickened out guys..." They all knew the plan was for Billie to take charge and fuck them into tomorrow, but he just couldn't get aroused knowing that he was holding a weapon to possibly kill his lovers.
"No, you did great, Bill." Tre said, trying to soothe him. "You were amazing. I'm so sorry..." He sniffled a little and Billie cracked his bright eyes open.
"Don't cry," BIllie said softly. He looked over to Mike and could see that he was being eaten up inside.
"Bill, we love you. Please, please tell us if you ever have a problem with anything. I-I'm sorry." Mike sucked up his pride and apologized to his best friend.
"No, you're not." Bill said with a small smile, confusing the other two. "You liked it. You wanted it. And so I punished you..." He had a tiny mischievous smirk underneath his tear and make-up stained face. And Mike smiled. And Tre looked down at the burn mark. Billie Joe would always be a mystery to them. It didn't matter how well they could read his emotions, there was always some hidden agenda or idea behind Billie's actions. Which is why Billie didn't stop their game, even if it hurt him in the process. "You're never gonna forget this." Billie smiled. "You'll never forget me."
"Babe, it would be impossible to forget you." Tre said with a small laugh.
"Just remember that you're ours." Mike added with a wink. Billie smiled, knowing everything was forgiven and everything would be okay.
"Come on, lets get dressed." Billie said. He looked down at Tre's burn and the drummer thought for a moment that he was going to touch it. Billie grinned at Tre's wince. "Better clean that up. Don't want it to get infected. It would suck if you died."
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Yay! My first Green Day slash... Why is it so dark??
Oh well. I loved it. Hope you do too...
Too bad I can't post this on fanfiction...
Bonus points if you caught the "Mechanical Man" song reference. "Watch this shit, woman! Gonna learn somethin' right now." lol. It wasn't intentional, it just happened. Haha...
-J X