Suite 7 - Do Not Want
Suite 7 fic.
Jin/Eli/Jordan. Jordan tries to pretend he's a victim. PWP. 2179 words. NC-17.
Previous Suite 7: The Morning PG-13
Jordan Pic NC-17
Suite 7 - Do Not Want
Dragonspell
That was definitely a hand sliding up the back of his leg. He could make out the individual fingers, felt the press of the thumb against his calf. Jordan twitched. Who...? He swallowed a moan and half gagged on spit-soaked cloth. The HELL? He opened his eyes. Or rather tried to. It was pitch black either way. He tried not to betray himself but he couldn't help it--he jerked. But his arms were stretched above his head and they wouldn't come down. Now that he thought about it, he was definitely bent over too, laying across a solid but slick surface.
The hand curved around his thigh, glancing between to skim over... Jordan closed his eyes again--not that it did any good--and felt his face burn. Naked. Tied up. He bit at the gag, his tongue pushing at the cloth. Probably on Jin's desk. Oh, GOD. The touch slid up over his ass, running through the crack of it before stopping at his lower back. He whimpered. NOT fair. So not fair. Where was the escape button?
He hadn't even DONE anything, either! The last thing Jordan remembered was curling up on the couch. Everything had been FINE, then! Sure, Shay had broken one of London's vases but that was SHAY and London had already dealt with it! He'd even stayed out of Jin's secret files this week!
"Jordie's finally awake!" a familiar voice chirped and Jordan stiffened.
"Meli?" He tilted his head towards the voice.
The hand that had been resting on the curve of his back, delivered a sharp slap on his bare ass. Jordan jerked against the ropes, wincing as the tops of his thighs hit the edge of the desk. Eli was so fucking dead. There was no saving him now. No, Jordan was going to kill him in his SLEEP! Terminated.
But...Did Eli ever actually sleep? Jordan'd never really seen him. ...And why did Eli have Jordan tied up on JIN's desk? Jordan might not have to kill Eli--JIN would do it for him...
As Jordan tried to follow that train of thought, Eli spanked him again. "You should really pay attention, Jordie. Jin won't like the show, otherwise."
...What? Jordan's brained paused, attempting to process the new information. Jin was here?
His blindfold was yanked off and Jordan stared straight ahead, his mouth hanging open, the gag forgotten. Jin, imposing as ever, leaned in his office chair and smirked as he took a drag off his cigarette. Still dressed from head to toe as if he were still at the office, business suit impeccable, save the loosened tie. Evil incarnate, Jordan's inner narrator screamed and his face flamed hotter.
"See, I'm going to *fuck* you," Eli explained, leaning over Jordan's back to play with his hair. Jordan wiggled; Eli's dick was pressing against his ass. "And Jin, well, Jin wants to watch, so fun for all! As long as we put on a good show."
Jordan screamed against the gag and bucked. Off! Off now! "Moff un zickooo!" No, he was NOT!
Eli fisted Jordan's hair, pulling his head back, stretching his neck to where Jordan was sure it would snap. "See? That's a good boy." And he slammed Jordan's face back against the polished wood. "Jin wanted to make sure you enjoy this, so he told me to be extra, extra good."
Sick fuck. Jin's idea of making sure someone "enjoyed it" was a good-old fashioned RAPE, wasn't it? Fucking Pyramid Head without the crazy headgear! Jordan jerked his body to the side, tugging on the red ropes, feeling the burn on his skin. He'd been in these particular restraints enough to know he didn't have a chance in Hell of snapping them, but damned if he wasn't going to try.
Hands spread his ass checks and a slickness teased at his hole. Jordan's body went slack, a moan escaping behind the gag. Oh God damn... His eyes fluttered closed as Eli's tongue flicked at him again.
"Like that?" Eli purred. Jordan bit down against the whimper as Eli's mouth moved between his legs to lick a strip over Jordan's balls and up his cock. Eli sucked at the head, his too clever by half fingers teasing the rest. Slut had had too much practice.
Jordan gave a token protest--a twitch to the left and a yank on his arms--when Eli's oil slicked finger slipped inside him but spread his legs wider. DAMN it.
Jin, rat bastard that he was, knew how weak in the knees Jordan went when the ropes were brought out. It wasn't as if he could fight, so he might as well enjoy it, right? Jordan consoled himself that THAT was all there was to it. He wasn't a sick pervert like that old fuck or--another finger slipped in--goddamned Eli.
Three fingers pumped steadily, one crooking inside as Eli's mouth still sucked at Jordan's cock. Jordan shuddered with each brush against his prostate, gasping and feeling himself tighten. The game over screen was too fucking close. He grit his teeth, and fought back out of sheer spite, because the only thing good about the situation was the strong possibility of coming all over Eli's face.
And then Eli was gone, one last playful lick and he pulled his mouth back, his fingers slipping out of Jordan. Jordan groaned--GOD damn it--and thrust his ass backwards. Double damn it! Eli's evil chuckle was some where behind him. "Careful, Jordie. Somebody could think you're actually enjoying this..."
Jordan's eyes snapped open, focusing with some effort. Eli had had to talk, didn't he? He jerked against the ropes again, snarling. Across the room, Jin moved his legs, spreading wider as he sunk in the chair and Jordan froze, fixated on the covered bulge.
Eli's hand smacked across his ass again and Jordan jolted, hissing as his cock twitched. Damn the slut for making him enjoy this. This was sick! This was perverted! This was NOT something that JORDAN did!
Fingertips skimmed over Jordan's back, raising goosebumps as they moved aside the hair on the back of his neck. Soft lips kissed where the hair had been and a shiver worked down Jordan's spine.
Jordan squeezed his eyes closed, gritting his teeth as Eli slowly pushed in. Damn him and his monster cock. Fucker should have been in porn, not a criminal! Jordan dropped his head, rubbing his cheek against the desk's slick top and spread his legs as wide as he could get them. Nobody should be this big. Fucking genetic FREAK, that's what Eli was...
Eli's hands gripped Jordan's hips, holding him in place even as Jordan tried to shove backwards. "Nagh, Jordie. Easy on me! Easy, easy, easy..."
FUCK being easy! Jordan tossed himself from side to side, pulling the ropes around his wrists as tight as they'd let him. Eli'd just better hurry it the fuck up! Jordan had things to DO after this!
Such as killing a damn slutty, shouda-been-a-porn-star, genetic freak in his sleep.
Eli's arms wrapped around Jordan's torso, lifting his stomach off the desk as Eli leaned over, his teeth biting at Jordan's ear. Jordan arched his back, shoving himself more firmly on Eli. "I'll tear you up if you're not careful, Jordie, so STOP it." Jordan moaned--those words should NOT make him throb. "You're so damn tight, Jordie. I want to come so damn bad..."
Eli pulled his hips back a few inches, starting to thrust slowly. Jordan gasped, his fists clenching as he pulled tight on the restraints. Not that he liked this one bit but... Harder. Needed to be so much harder...
A large hand grasped Jordan's hair, pulling his head up from the desk as his gag was yanked away, the wet cloth dangling around his neck. Jordan opened his eyes and came face to face with Jin's dick. Definitely knew that dick. Jordan stared upwards. He refused the unspoken request.
Jin, sans his normal cigarette, smirked again. "Suck," he ordered, soft and low like all Jin's first given orders. Jordan pursed his lips and clamped his teeth together. The ropes might make him helpless to stop from being fucked but that didn't mean he had to BLOW anybody.
His defiance partially withered under Jin's stone gaze but he didn't open his mouth. No. He refused! Jin's free hand gripped Jordan's jaw, pressing the flesh of his cheek against his teeth. When Jordan didn't respond to Jin's urging beyond deepening his glare, Jin smiled and applied more pressure, shooting pain through Jordan's mouth. Jordan convulsed. His damn teeth were going to break!
A hand wrapped around Jordan's cock, fingers sliding up the length, and Jordan gasped despite himself. Jin, ever the opportunist, was inside in a heartbeat. Jordan gagged and grimaced at the sharp tang of precum but he knew better than to bite. He closed his eyes, his tongue pushing up against the length invading his mouth, and groaned. Eli sped up his thrusts, the hand around Jordan's cock matching the rhythm and Jin did as he pleased like always.
Jordan pulled on the ropes, stretching them taut as he stiffened his muscles. He'd sooner die than admit it out loud, but the bite of the stringy fibers into his skin almost felt better than the firm strokes on his cock. Eli started to slam him into the desk, balls slapping hard, and Jordan braced himself, pushing back. He lifted his ass, giving the tall Eli a smoother angle, standing on his tip-toes to do it. Fuck it. He was tied down; what the fuck else was there to do? No Ctrl Alt Delete in sight. Jin tightened his grip on Jordan's hair, tugging his head to the side.
Too damn much. Jordan fisted his hands, jerked his arms towards his body, and arched his back, screaming around Jin's cock as he came. He panted and writhed on the desk as the orgasm shook him, barely registering Eli's gasp and the warm flood pulsing into him. Aftershocks trembled through his body as Eli collapsed on top of him, pressing him flat against the solid desk. Jordan's mind attempted a reboot and failed, settling into static.
Jin thrust into Jordan's yielding mouth a few more times and strangled a grunt as he came, bitter semen washing over Jordan's tongue. Jordan shuddered and pulled his head as far away as possible, trying to remove Jin's spent cock. Jin pulled himself out, taking care to slide his wet member across Jordan's face, and then clamped a hand over Jordan's mouth when the boy moved to spit. He smirked at Jordan's indignant glare. "Swallow," he ordered.
Jordan shook his head, his consciousness coming back online. Never in a million fucking years. That would be like accepting all of it, telling Jin he liked this or some such bullshit. No, he HATED this and he hated Jin!
Jin's thumb pressed rough on Jordan's throat and instinct took over. Jordan swallowed.
He jerked himself out of Jin's grasp and stared at the floor. A soft touch ruffled his hair and Jordan froze, not believing it wasn't Eli. Jin's hand skimmed down Jordan's cheek and ended with a light swipe at his chin before the older man walked away and out of sight.
"Naah, guess he's done, huh?" Eli whispered. Jordan jolted, having forgotten the con man was still on top of him.
He huffed. "Get off me."
"You and Jin. Not much for afterglows, are you?"
"What fucking after glow, you rapist?!"
Eli stood up, slipping out of Jordan. "Well, I should just leave you then, shouldn't I?"
"You wouldn't dare!" Oh, God, was there come leaking down his leg? "Untie me NOW!"
"Jordie, you know I don't handle orders well."
"Fuck you and your hang ups, untie me, you bastard!"
Eli slithered into Jordan's line of sight, slick smile in place. "I know. I'll send London up to help you."
Jordan's blood ran cold. "No!"
"I know he'd help you!"
After fucking him six ways to Sunday! And for London to see Jordan stretched out like this... "NO, Eli! No!"
Eli ruffled Jordan's hair, eerily reminiscent of Jin. "Then say you enjoyed it, Jordie." Oh, he HAD to be joking. Jordan stared at Eli's laughing blue eyes and felt his heart sink. "Say you loved being tied up and fucked and thank you, Eli, for being so amazing, as well as monstrously endowed--"
"Fuck you!"
"Close! Try it again. 'Thank you.'"
Jordan tugged on the ropes. With his arousal gone, though, the pain was bleeding through. He subsided, panting as he seethed. "This isn't funny!"
Eli kissed the corner of Jordan's mouth, his tongue flicking at the metal snake bite as he pulled back. "One day, Jordan," he said and started to undo the knots.
He should just let it go. Knew it beyond a doubt. But he couldn't. "One day, what." Not a question. A threat.
"You're going to admit how much you loved to be held down and fucked."
"When Hell freezes over!"
Eli laughed. "I hope the Devil has his coat ready."
Jin/Eli/Jordan. Jordan tries to pretend he's a victim. PWP. 2179 words. NC-17.
Previous Suite 7: The Morning PG-13
Jordan Pic NC-17
Suite 7 - Do Not Want
Dragonspell
That was definitely a hand sliding up the back of his leg. He could make out the individual fingers, felt the press of the thumb against his calf. Jordan twitched. Who...? He swallowed a moan and half gagged on spit-soaked cloth. The HELL? He opened his eyes. Or rather tried to. It was pitch black either way. He tried not to betray himself but he couldn't help it--he jerked. But his arms were stretched above his head and they wouldn't come down. Now that he thought about it, he was definitely bent over too, laying across a solid but slick surface.
The hand curved around his thigh, glancing between to skim over... Jordan closed his eyes again--not that it did any good--and felt his face burn. Naked. Tied up. He bit at the gag, his tongue pushing at the cloth. Probably on Jin's desk. Oh, GOD. The touch slid up over his ass, running through the crack of it before stopping at his lower back. He whimpered. NOT fair. So not fair. Where was the escape button?
He hadn't even DONE anything, either! The last thing Jordan remembered was curling up on the couch. Everything had been FINE, then! Sure, Shay had broken one of London's vases but that was SHAY and London had already dealt with it! He'd even stayed out of Jin's secret files this week!
"Jordie's finally awake!" a familiar voice chirped and Jordan stiffened.
"Meli?" He tilted his head towards the voice.
The hand that had been resting on the curve of his back, delivered a sharp slap on his bare ass. Jordan jerked against the ropes, wincing as the tops of his thighs hit the edge of the desk. Eli was so fucking dead. There was no saving him now. No, Jordan was going to kill him in his SLEEP! Terminated.
But...Did Eli ever actually sleep? Jordan'd never really seen him. ...And why did Eli have Jordan tied up on JIN's desk? Jordan might not have to kill Eli--JIN would do it for him...
As Jordan tried to follow that train of thought, Eli spanked him again. "You should really pay attention, Jordie. Jin won't like the show, otherwise."
...What? Jordan's brained paused, attempting to process the new information. Jin was here?
His blindfold was yanked off and Jordan stared straight ahead, his mouth hanging open, the gag forgotten. Jin, imposing as ever, leaned in his office chair and smirked as he took a drag off his cigarette. Still dressed from head to toe as if he were still at the office, business suit impeccable, save the loosened tie. Evil incarnate, Jordan's inner narrator screamed and his face flamed hotter.
"See, I'm going to *fuck* you," Eli explained, leaning over Jordan's back to play with his hair. Jordan wiggled; Eli's dick was pressing against his ass. "And Jin, well, Jin wants to watch, so fun for all! As long as we put on a good show."
Jordan screamed against the gag and bucked. Off! Off now! "Moff un zickooo!" No, he was NOT!
Eli fisted Jordan's hair, pulling his head back, stretching his neck to where Jordan was sure it would snap. "See? That's a good boy." And he slammed Jordan's face back against the polished wood. "Jin wanted to make sure you enjoy this, so he told me to be extra, extra good."
Sick fuck. Jin's idea of making sure someone "enjoyed it" was a good-old fashioned RAPE, wasn't it? Fucking Pyramid Head without the crazy headgear! Jordan jerked his body to the side, tugging on the red ropes, feeling the burn on his skin. He'd been in these particular restraints enough to know he didn't have a chance in Hell of snapping them, but damned if he wasn't going to try.
Hands spread his ass checks and a slickness teased at his hole. Jordan's body went slack, a moan escaping behind the gag. Oh God damn... His eyes fluttered closed as Eli's tongue flicked at him again.
"Like that?" Eli purred. Jordan bit down against the whimper as Eli's mouth moved between his legs to lick a strip over Jordan's balls and up his cock. Eli sucked at the head, his too clever by half fingers teasing the rest. Slut had had too much practice.
Jordan gave a token protest--a twitch to the left and a yank on his arms--when Eli's oil slicked finger slipped inside him but spread his legs wider. DAMN it.
Jin, rat bastard that he was, knew how weak in the knees Jordan went when the ropes were brought out. It wasn't as if he could fight, so he might as well enjoy it, right? Jordan consoled himself that THAT was all there was to it. He wasn't a sick pervert like that old fuck or--another finger slipped in--goddamned Eli.
Three fingers pumped steadily, one crooking inside as Eli's mouth still sucked at Jordan's cock. Jordan shuddered with each brush against his prostate, gasping and feeling himself tighten. The game over screen was too fucking close. He grit his teeth, and fought back out of sheer spite, because the only thing good about the situation was the strong possibility of coming all over Eli's face.
And then Eli was gone, one last playful lick and he pulled his mouth back, his fingers slipping out of Jordan. Jordan groaned--GOD damn it--and thrust his ass backwards. Double damn it! Eli's evil chuckle was some where behind him. "Careful, Jordie. Somebody could think you're actually enjoying this..."
Jordan's eyes snapped open, focusing with some effort. Eli had had to talk, didn't he? He jerked against the ropes again, snarling. Across the room, Jin moved his legs, spreading wider as he sunk in the chair and Jordan froze, fixated on the covered bulge.
Eli's hand smacked across his ass again and Jordan jolted, hissing as his cock twitched. Damn the slut for making him enjoy this. This was sick! This was perverted! This was NOT something that JORDAN did!
Fingertips skimmed over Jordan's back, raising goosebumps as they moved aside the hair on the back of his neck. Soft lips kissed where the hair had been and a shiver worked down Jordan's spine.
Jordan squeezed his eyes closed, gritting his teeth as Eli slowly pushed in. Damn him and his monster cock. Fucker should have been in porn, not a criminal! Jordan dropped his head, rubbing his cheek against the desk's slick top and spread his legs as wide as he could get them. Nobody should be this big. Fucking genetic FREAK, that's what Eli was...
Eli's hands gripped Jordan's hips, holding him in place even as Jordan tried to shove backwards. "Nagh, Jordie. Easy on me! Easy, easy, easy..."
FUCK being easy! Jordan tossed himself from side to side, pulling the ropes around his wrists as tight as they'd let him. Eli'd just better hurry it the fuck up! Jordan had things to DO after this!
Such as killing a damn slutty, shouda-been-a-porn-star, genetic freak in his sleep.
Eli's arms wrapped around Jordan's torso, lifting his stomach off the desk as Eli leaned over, his teeth biting at Jordan's ear. Jordan arched his back, shoving himself more firmly on Eli. "I'll tear you up if you're not careful, Jordie, so STOP it." Jordan moaned--those words should NOT make him throb. "You're so damn tight, Jordie. I want to come so damn bad..."
Eli pulled his hips back a few inches, starting to thrust slowly. Jordan gasped, his fists clenching as he pulled tight on the restraints. Not that he liked this one bit but... Harder. Needed to be so much harder...
A large hand grasped Jordan's hair, pulling his head up from the desk as his gag was yanked away, the wet cloth dangling around his neck. Jordan opened his eyes and came face to face with Jin's dick. Definitely knew that dick. Jordan stared upwards. He refused the unspoken request.
Jin, sans his normal cigarette, smirked again. "Suck," he ordered, soft and low like all Jin's first given orders. Jordan pursed his lips and clamped his teeth together. The ropes might make him helpless to stop from being fucked but that didn't mean he had to BLOW anybody.
His defiance partially withered under Jin's stone gaze but he didn't open his mouth. No. He refused! Jin's free hand gripped Jordan's jaw, pressing the flesh of his cheek against his teeth. When Jordan didn't respond to Jin's urging beyond deepening his glare, Jin smiled and applied more pressure, shooting pain through Jordan's mouth. Jordan convulsed. His damn teeth were going to break!
A hand wrapped around Jordan's cock, fingers sliding up the length, and Jordan gasped despite himself. Jin, ever the opportunist, was inside in a heartbeat. Jordan gagged and grimaced at the sharp tang of precum but he knew better than to bite. He closed his eyes, his tongue pushing up against the length invading his mouth, and groaned. Eli sped up his thrusts, the hand around Jordan's cock matching the rhythm and Jin did as he pleased like always.
Jordan pulled on the ropes, stretching them taut as he stiffened his muscles. He'd sooner die than admit it out loud, but the bite of the stringy fibers into his skin almost felt better than the firm strokes on his cock. Eli started to slam him into the desk, balls slapping hard, and Jordan braced himself, pushing back. He lifted his ass, giving the tall Eli a smoother angle, standing on his tip-toes to do it. Fuck it. He was tied down; what the fuck else was there to do? No Ctrl Alt Delete in sight. Jin tightened his grip on Jordan's hair, tugging his head to the side.
Too damn much. Jordan fisted his hands, jerked his arms towards his body, and arched his back, screaming around Jin's cock as he came. He panted and writhed on the desk as the orgasm shook him, barely registering Eli's gasp and the warm flood pulsing into him. Aftershocks trembled through his body as Eli collapsed on top of him, pressing him flat against the solid desk. Jordan's mind attempted a reboot and failed, settling into static.
Jin thrust into Jordan's yielding mouth a few more times and strangled a grunt as he came, bitter semen washing over Jordan's tongue. Jordan shuddered and pulled his head as far away as possible, trying to remove Jin's spent cock. Jin pulled himself out, taking care to slide his wet member across Jordan's face, and then clamped a hand over Jordan's mouth when the boy moved to spit. He smirked at Jordan's indignant glare. "Swallow," he ordered.
Jordan shook his head, his consciousness coming back online. Never in a million fucking years. That would be like accepting all of it, telling Jin he liked this or some such bullshit. No, he HATED this and he hated Jin!
Jin's thumb pressed rough on Jordan's throat and instinct took over. Jordan swallowed.
He jerked himself out of Jin's grasp and stared at the floor. A soft touch ruffled his hair and Jordan froze, not believing it wasn't Eli. Jin's hand skimmed down Jordan's cheek and ended with a light swipe at his chin before the older man walked away and out of sight.
"Naah, guess he's done, huh?" Eli whispered. Jordan jolted, having forgotten the con man was still on top of him.
He huffed. "Get off me."
"You and Jin. Not much for afterglows, are you?"
"What fucking after glow, you rapist?!"
Eli stood up, slipping out of Jordan. "Well, I should just leave you then, shouldn't I?"
"You wouldn't dare!" Oh, God, was there come leaking down his leg? "Untie me NOW!"
"Jordie, you know I don't handle orders well."
"Fuck you and your hang ups, untie me, you bastard!"
Eli slithered into Jordan's line of sight, slick smile in place. "I know. I'll send London up to help you."
Jordan's blood ran cold. "No!"
"I know he'd help you!"
After fucking him six ways to Sunday! And for London to see Jordan stretched out like this... "NO, Eli! No!"
Eli ruffled Jordan's hair, eerily reminiscent of Jin. "Then say you enjoyed it, Jordie." Oh, he HAD to be joking. Jordan stared at Eli's laughing blue eyes and felt his heart sink. "Say you loved being tied up and fucked and thank you, Eli, for being so amazing, as well as monstrously endowed--"
"Fuck you!"
"Close! Try it again. 'Thank you.'"
Jordan tugged on the ropes. With his arousal gone, though, the pain was bleeding through. He subsided, panting as he seethed. "This isn't funny!"
Eli kissed the corner of Jordan's mouth, his tongue flicking at the metal snake bite as he pulled back. "One day, Jordan," he said and started to undo the knots.
He should just let it go. Knew it beyond a doubt. But he couldn't. "One day, what." Not a question. A threat.
"You're going to admit how much you loved to be held down and fucked."
"When Hell freezes over!"
Eli laughed. "I hope the Devil has his coat ready."