let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel...
for kiri125
This is the second and last part of the fic I'm writing for you. You requested jealousy, fighting, angry sex. Well, here be the fighting and angry sex. i hope it is ok. <.<;;
Title: Of Puppies, Hounds, and Dobermans
Pairing: Mir/Thunder
Rating: NC-17
Length: longish one-shot...will post in parts. so this is 2 of 2
A/N: many thanks to temporal_witch for aiding and abetting this fic. your brainstorming assistance was greatly appreciated.
Ten minutes later, Thunder stood in front of the closed bedroom door. Indecision gripped him like a vice making his chest tight and his head hurt. He knew something had pissed Mir off. The boy was prone to exaggerated emotional outbursts but rarely angry ones. Plus, he’d been rude to Bi. Not obviously rude in such a way that the older man could reprimand him for it but rude nonetheless. Mir was never like that with Bi. Too much hero-worship and thankfulness for taking a chance on him made Mir extra friendly to Bi.
“Have some balls, for god’s sake.” He muttered irritably to himself and opened the door.
Mir sat up on the bottom bunk, crossed his arms over his chest and glared.
Shoving a hand through his hair, Thunder sighed. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Baby? Baby! You have the nerve to come in here, ask what’s wrong and think you can call me baby.” The last word snarled into the air making Thunder take a step back.
“I guess I do have the nerve because I have no idea why you are acting this way.”
Mir sniffed. “If you don’t know then I’m sure as hell not going to tell you.”
A pause weighted the room’s air before “Are you kidding me? What are you now? A girl?” When Thunder saw crimson crawl up Mir’s neck into his face, he wanted to snatch the words back and shove them down his throat.
“I’m not a goddamn girl!” It came out at shriek level and both of them knew he sounded like a shrewish girl in that moment, one refused to acknowledge it and the other was too wise to comment.
Wanting to pull his hair or kick the wall in confused frustration, Thunder took a deep breath and shook the ringing out of his ears. “I know, Mir. I’m well aware you aren’t a girl.”
“Maybe you aren’t aware enough. Maybe you like your men big and buff.”
“What? Where the hell did that come from?”
Mir advanced on him, backing him to the doorway, reaching and closing the door so Thunder’s back pressed against the wood. “You think you need a man who is all rock hard biceps and six pack abs? You think that’s what it takes to satisfy you?
“Er…no?” Thunder sorta squeaked. He still wasn’t sure where this was coming from but Mir angry and aggressive was starting to turn him on.
He wondered if there was something inherently wrong with that.
“You say that like a question.” Mir wound his fingers through Thunder’s hair and yanked. His neck arched making him moan in surprised pain. “You think big muscles and a cocky attitude are what it takes to get you off?” He tugged a little harder, made Thunder whimper a little. “I’ll show you what it takes to get you off.”
Lips, teeth, and tongue attacked his neck, nipping pricks of pleasure through Thunder’s body. He pressed closer to Mir and moaned. Working his fingers into the waistband of Mir’s pants, he gripped his hips and pulled. Mir growled against his collarbone and bit into the flesh just below the bone. The sharp blossom of pain had Thunder yelping and flinching.
With a quick movement, Mir stripped Thunder of his shirt and began unbuckling his jeans. With hands busy, he sucked and bit his way across Thunder’s chest, abusing his nipples until Thunder whimpered and begged him to “stop, no don’t stop, please, stop, oh my god.” When Mir wrapped a hand around his cock, Thunder shuddered, bucked and lost control.
He grabbed Mir’s head and pulled him in for a deep, tongue-down-throat kiss. His hands scrambled down Mir’s back and around to the fly of his pants. A few deft movements, Mir was as naked as he. Then it was skin against skin, cocks rubbing together as hands sought dips and crevices and tongues and teeth battled for dominance. In the crush of lips, Thunder tasted the sweet taste of blood and wondered if it was his or Mir’s.
With unexpected strength, Mir spun him towards the bunk beds but didn’t let him sit. Instead he wrapped Thunder’s fingers around the frame of the top bunk, leaving his back and ass exposed. With some not-to-gentle kicks to Thunder’s ankles, he had his legs spread and admired the view of Thunder’s pale back and ass, the way the alabaster set off the darkness of his pucker.
He swirled his tongue around two fingers and grinned. Evilly. Yanking Thunder’s head back, he growled, “You’re mine. Bi-hyung can’t have you. He can’t give you what you want.” He pushed the two fingers into Thunder’s ass and found himself enjoying the cry of pain. “Mine. I am the only one who will make you hurt like this.” He curled his fingers, caressed that spot Thunder got such pleasure out of. “I am the one who can pleasure you like this.”
He continued to work his fingertips across Thunder’s sensitive spot, enjoying the mix cries of pain and pleasure. Licking down his back, Mir reached his other hand around to Thunder’s cock, gave it a few rough caress, causing him to buck wildly. Pleased, and on edge of losing control, Mir removed his hands to Thunder’s whimpers of dismay.
“Touch yourself but don’t come until I say.” Getting a nod of consent, Mir found the bottle of lube and poured it over Thunder’s reddened asshole. “You like it rough. Is that why you thought you needed a man built like Bi-hyung?”
“No-o-o-o.” Thunder stuttered at the contrasting sensations of his warm hand and the cold lube. “Only you, Mir. Only.”
“I’ll make damn sure of that.” Mir thrust into his body and caused a soft scream. “I can fuck you better than any muscle-bound, Joon-fucking Bi-hyung can. Remember that.”
Thunder barely heard the words through the mix of his hand on his cock, Mir’s cock filling his ass, and the desperate struggle not to come. His body clenched and released as Mir pounded into him, and he gasped and moaned. His hand matched Mir’s rhythm until he was pleading to be allowed to come. Mir denied him, demanded he remove his hand, and continued to thrust into his ass. He canted Thunder’s hips just a little and hit that spot that had Thunder seeing stars.
Gibbering, ready to explode, Thunder begged again, promised anything, anything at all. Mir leaned over, quickening his hips, and grabbed Thunder’s cock. “Come for me.” At the words, Thunder bucked, shuddered, and came in Mir’s hand while Mir came all over his back.
His fingers unlocked from their curled position on the bed frame and he collapsed on the bottom bunk. Mir turned him over, straddled his still-shudder racked body. “Clean my hand for me.”
Thunder licked and swallowed the come, his come, from Mir’s hand, staring steadily into his eyes. “Bi-hyung was never a threat.”
Mir arched an eyebrow. “You greeted him at the door. Laughed with him. Sat next to him. Practically wet yourself when he praised your body.
Thunder ran soothing hands down Mir’s chest. “I was closest to the door when he knocked. He can be amusing. I didn’t want to sit next to him. I wanted to sit next to you, hold your hand, and play footsy. And I didn’t nearly wet myself. That only happens when you praise my body.” He lifted Mir’s licked-clean hand. “Like just now.”
“I didn’t praise your body.”
“You fucked the hell out of me. That’s high praise.” Then Thunder smiled. That slow beautiful smile that took Mir’s breath and heart the first time he’d seen it and never bothered to return his heart.
This is the second and last part of the fic I'm writing for you. You requested jealousy, fighting, angry sex. Well, here be the fighting and angry sex. i hope it is ok. <.<;;
Title: Of Puppies, Hounds, and Dobermans
Pairing: Mir/Thunder
Rating: NC-17
Length: longish one-shot...will post in parts. so this is 2 of 2
A/N: many thanks to temporal_witch for aiding and abetting this fic. your brainstorming assistance was greatly appreciated.
Ten minutes later, Thunder stood in front of the closed bedroom door. Indecision gripped him like a vice making his chest tight and his head hurt. He knew something had pissed Mir off. The boy was prone to exaggerated emotional outbursts but rarely angry ones. Plus, he’d been rude to Bi. Not obviously rude in such a way that the older man could reprimand him for it but rude nonetheless. Mir was never like that with Bi. Too much hero-worship and thankfulness for taking a chance on him made Mir extra friendly to Bi.
“Have some balls, for god’s sake.” He muttered irritably to himself and opened the door.
Mir sat up on the bottom bunk, crossed his arms over his chest and glared.
Shoving a hand through his hair, Thunder sighed. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Baby? Baby! You have the nerve to come in here, ask what’s wrong and think you can call me baby.” The last word snarled into the air making Thunder take a step back.
“I guess I do have the nerve because I have no idea why you are acting this way.”
Mir sniffed. “If you don’t know then I’m sure as hell not going to tell you.”
A pause weighted the room’s air before “Are you kidding me? What are you now? A girl?” When Thunder saw crimson crawl up Mir’s neck into his face, he wanted to snatch the words back and shove them down his throat.
“I’m not a goddamn girl!” It came out at shriek level and both of them knew he sounded like a shrewish girl in that moment, one refused to acknowledge it and the other was too wise to comment.
Wanting to pull his hair or kick the wall in confused frustration, Thunder took a deep breath and shook the ringing out of his ears. “I know, Mir. I’m well aware you aren’t a girl.”
“Maybe you aren’t aware enough. Maybe you like your men big and buff.”
“What? Where the hell did that come from?”
Mir advanced on him, backing him to the doorway, reaching and closing the door so Thunder’s back pressed against the wood. “You think you need a man who is all rock hard biceps and six pack abs? You think that’s what it takes to satisfy you?
“Er…no?” Thunder sorta squeaked. He still wasn’t sure where this was coming from but Mir angry and aggressive was starting to turn him on.
He wondered if there was something inherently wrong with that.
“You say that like a question.” Mir wound his fingers through Thunder’s hair and yanked. His neck arched making him moan in surprised pain. “You think big muscles and a cocky attitude are what it takes to get you off?” He tugged a little harder, made Thunder whimper a little. “I’ll show you what it takes to get you off.”
Lips, teeth, and tongue attacked his neck, nipping pricks of pleasure through Thunder’s body. He pressed closer to Mir and moaned. Working his fingers into the waistband of Mir’s pants, he gripped his hips and pulled. Mir growled against his collarbone and bit into the flesh just below the bone. The sharp blossom of pain had Thunder yelping and flinching.
With a quick movement, Mir stripped Thunder of his shirt and began unbuckling his jeans. With hands busy, he sucked and bit his way across Thunder’s chest, abusing his nipples until Thunder whimpered and begged him to “stop, no don’t stop, please, stop, oh my god.” When Mir wrapped a hand around his cock, Thunder shuddered, bucked and lost control.
He grabbed Mir’s head and pulled him in for a deep, tongue-down-throat kiss. His hands scrambled down Mir’s back and around to the fly of his pants. A few deft movements, Mir was as naked as he. Then it was skin against skin, cocks rubbing together as hands sought dips and crevices and tongues and teeth battled for dominance. In the crush of lips, Thunder tasted the sweet taste of blood and wondered if it was his or Mir’s.
With unexpected strength, Mir spun him towards the bunk beds but didn’t let him sit. Instead he wrapped Thunder’s fingers around the frame of the top bunk, leaving his back and ass exposed. With some not-to-gentle kicks to Thunder’s ankles, he had his legs spread and admired the view of Thunder’s pale back and ass, the way the alabaster set off the darkness of his pucker.
He swirled his tongue around two fingers and grinned. Evilly. Yanking Thunder’s head back, he growled, “You’re mine. Bi-hyung can’t have you. He can’t give you what you want.” He pushed the two fingers into Thunder’s ass and found himself enjoying the cry of pain. “Mine. I am the only one who will make you hurt like this.” He curled his fingers, caressed that spot Thunder got such pleasure out of. “I am the one who can pleasure you like this.”
He continued to work his fingertips across Thunder’s sensitive spot, enjoying the mix cries of pain and pleasure. Licking down his back, Mir reached his other hand around to Thunder’s cock, gave it a few rough caress, causing him to buck wildly. Pleased, and on edge of losing control, Mir removed his hands to Thunder’s whimpers of dismay.
“Touch yourself but don’t come until I say.” Getting a nod of consent, Mir found the bottle of lube and poured it over Thunder’s reddened asshole. “You like it rough. Is that why you thought you needed a man built like Bi-hyung?”
“No-o-o-o.” Thunder stuttered at the contrasting sensations of his warm hand and the cold lube. “Only you, Mir. Only.”
“I’ll make damn sure of that.” Mir thrust into his body and caused a soft scream. “I can fuck you better than any muscle-bound, Joon-fucking Bi-hyung can. Remember that.”
Thunder barely heard the words through the mix of his hand on his cock, Mir’s cock filling his ass, and the desperate struggle not to come. His body clenched and released as Mir pounded into him, and he gasped and moaned. His hand matched Mir’s rhythm until he was pleading to be allowed to come. Mir denied him, demanded he remove his hand, and continued to thrust into his ass. He canted Thunder’s hips just a little and hit that spot that had Thunder seeing stars.
Gibbering, ready to explode, Thunder begged again, promised anything, anything at all. Mir leaned over, quickening his hips, and grabbed Thunder’s cock. “Come for me.” At the words, Thunder bucked, shuddered, and came in Mir’s hand while Mir came all over his back.
His fingers unlocked from their curled position on the bed frame and he collapsed on the bottom bunk. Mir turned him over, straddled his still-shudder racked body. “Clean my hand for me.”
Thunder licked and swallowed the come, his come, from Mir’s hand, staring steadily into his eyes. “Bi-hyung was never a threat.”
Mir arched an eyebrow. “You greeted him at the door. Laughed with him. Sat next to him. Practically wet yourself when he praised your body.
Thunder ran soothing hands down Mir’s chest. “I was closest to the door when he knocked. He can be amusing. I didn’t want to sit next to him. I wanted to sit next to you, hold your hand, and play footsy. And I didn’t nearly wet myself. That only happens when you praise my body.” He lifted Mir’s licked-clean hand. “Like just now.”
“I didn’t praise your body.”
“You fucked the hell out of me. That’s high praise.” Then Thunder smiled. That slow beautiful smile that took Mir’s breath and heart the first time he’d seen it and never bothered to return his heart.