fic: possession, good charlotte
Title: Possession
Author: Me, llama_sama
Pairing/Fandom: Benji/Billy [ Good Charlotte]
Rating: R, non-consentual sex.
Summary: If he couldn’t get what he wanted willingly, he would take it by force.
Disclaimer: I own their souls, yo.
Notes: liplessxlullaby requested an extended version of this drabble. Blame her.
Benji was a dangerous drunk. If he couldn’t get what he wanted willingly, he would take it by force. So when he and Billy came home from the bar, both men quite drunk, Benji was quick to corner the younger boy, a predatory grin on his face.
“C’mon, Billy,” Benji murmured, slowly advancing, “let’s have a little fun.”
Billy took a step back, rolling his eyes. “I’m not in the mood, Benji. I’m tired, and I want to go to bed.” He tried to step around the older man, and managed to do so successfully, before he felt a hand grip a fistful of his hair and jerk back violently, causing Billy to stumble backwards, back colliding with a very firm, very real chest.
“Don’t think you’re getting away from me that easily,” Benji hissed, tongue snaking out and leaving a faint trail of saliva along Billy’s exposed throat, and bit the boy’s earlobe, causing the body before him to shudder slightly. He smirked, enjoying the reaction.
He pushed Billy forward, leading toward the couch, and the body tried to twist away, only to trip over one of his feet and stumble backward, the small of his back colliding with the arm of the sofa.
Billy gasped, mouth parting slightly, and Benji took full advantage of the opportunity, crushing his lips against the other’s, tongue forcing itself between the two bruised lips and brushed his tongue against the boy’s, distracting Billy as his fingers found a button, and then worked at the zipper.
“S-stop it!” Billy half-shouted half-groaned as he felt his pants and underwear slide down his hips. He tried to pull away, only to slide over the side of the armrest, legs parting (of their own accord) in-what Benji took as-an inviting manner as his back landed on the cushion.
Benji’s eyes traveled up and down the pale form presenting itself to him in such an… erotic fashion. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he felt his pants becoming more and more constricted.
He quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down to his knees and bent forward, hovering over the younger man, and slid a calloused hand beneath his shirt. Benji felt familiar hands on his wrists now, as well as nails digging into the flesh there, as if in protest.
The older man chuckled darkly as his wrists snapped forward quickly, latching onto Billy’s thin shirt and pulled roughly, the fabric tearing easily beneath his grip. He leaned back slightly and tossed the tattered remains off to the side.
Billy used this moment to try and sit up and get away, placing one hand behind him for leverage, but Benji noticed the movement and pushed Billy back down, pinning the boy’s arm beneath him at an awkward angle, causing him to gasp and arch his back, in a feeble attempt to buck the older man off of him.
Benji began to grow tired of Billy’s attempted squirming and grabbed the boy’s legs (who then tried to kick fee) and pull him closer, causing his hips to rise up and over the arm rest, and stepped forward.
He grinded his hips against Billy’s and relished in the whimper that escaped his lips, for he knew what would come next-
“Aah!” Billy hissed, back arching as the man above him penetrated him. He should have been used to it by now, but he wasn’t. Even when it was consensual, this was always the worst part.
“Fuck, Billy…,” Benji groaned, pushing himself to the hilt, feeling the younger man’s muscles constricting around him. He only paused briefly, not feeling patient (or kind) enough to give Billy enough time to adjust.
Gripping Billy’s hips tightly, he was able to find the best angle, shifting and repositioning the younger man with ease, as though he were a human rag doll.
Billy, on the other hand, whimpered and hissed quietly beneath him, waiting for this to be over.
With a low groan, Benji came, riding the coital waves of pleasure until he slumped forward slightly, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.
He mustered up enough strength to dress and hobble back to his own room, mumbling something similar to, “Good… We should do that again sometime…”
Of course they would, Billy thought knowingly, because they had done this before.
After all, it wasn’t about passion.
It was about possession.
Author: Me, llama_sama
Pairing/Fandom: Benji/Billy [ Good Charlotte]
Rating: R, non-consentual sex.
Summary: If he couldn’t get what he wanted willingly, he would take it by force.
Disclaimer: I own their souls, yo.
Notes: liplessxlullaby requested an extended version of this drabble. Blame her.
Benji was a dangerous drunk. If he couldn’t get what he wanted willingly, he would take it by force. So when he and Billy came home from the bar, both men quite drunk, Benji was quick to corner the younger boy, a predatory grin on his face.
“C’mon, Billy,” Benji murmured, slowly advancing, “let’s have a little fun.”
Billy took a step back, rolling his eyes. “I’m not in the mood, Benji. I’m tired, and I want to go to bed.” He tried to step around the older man, and managed to do so successfully, before he felt a hand grip a fistful of his hair and jerk back violently, causing Billy to stumble backwards, back colliding with a very firm, very real chest.
“Don’t think you’re getting away from me that easily,” Benji hissed, tongue snaking out and leaving a faint trail of saliva along Billy’s exposed throat, and bit the boy’s earlobe, causing the body before him to shudder slightly. He smirked, enjoying the reaction.
He pushed Billy forward, leading toward the couch, and the body tried to twist away, only to trip over one of his feet and stumble backward, the small of his back colliding with the arm of the sofa.
Billy gasped, mouth parting slightly, and Benji took full advantage of the opportunity, crushing his lips against the other’s, tongue forcing itself between the two bruised lips and brushed his tongue against the boy’s, distracting Billy as his fingers found a button, and then worked at the zipper.
“S-stop it!” Billy half-shouted half-groaned as he felt his pants and underwear slide down his hips. He tried to pull away, only to slide over the side of the armrest, legs parting (of their own accord) in-what Benji took as-an inviting manner as his back landed on the cushion.
Benji’s eyes traveled up and down the pale form presenting itself to him in such an… erotic fashion. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he felt his pants becoming more and more constricted.
He quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down to his knees and bent forward, hovering over the younger man, and slid a calloused hand beneath his shirt. Benji felt familiar hands on his wrists now, as well as nails digging into the flesh there, as if in protest.
The older man chuckled darkly as his wrists snapped forward quickly, latching onto Billy’s thin shirt and pulled roughly, the fabric tearing easily beneath his grip. He leaned back slightly and tossed the tattered remains off to the side.
Billy used this moment to try and sit up and get away, placing one hand behind him for leverage, but Benji noticed the movement and pushed Billy back down, pinning the boy’s arm beneath him at an awkward angle, causing him to gasp and arch his back, in a feeble attempt to buck the older man off of him.
Benji began to grow tired of Billy’s attempted squirming and grabbed the boy’s legs (who then tried to kick fee) and pull him closer, causing his hips to rise up and over the arm rest, and stepped forward.
He grinded his hips against Billy’s and relished in the whimper that escaped his lips, for he knew what would come next-
“Aah!” Billy hissed, back arching as the man above him penetrated him. He should have been used to it by now, but he wasn’t. Even when it was consensual, this was always the worst part.
“Fuck, Billy…,” Benji groaned, pushing himself to the hilt, feeling the younger man’s muscles constricting around him. He only paused briefly, not feeling patient (or kind) enough to give Billy enough time to adjust.
Gripping Billy’s hips tightly, he was able to find the best angle, shifting and repositioning the younger man with ease, as though he were a human rag doll.
Billy, on the other hand, whimpered and hissed quietly beneath him, waiting for this to be over.
With a low groan, Benji came, riding the coital waves of pleasure until he slumped forward slightly, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.
He mustered up enough strength to dress and hobble back to his own room, mumbling something similar to, “Good… We should do that again sometime…”
Of course they would, Billy thought knowingly, because they had done this before.
After all, it wasn’t about passion.
It was about possession.