Fic: Bully (Lex/Ollie)
Title: Bully
Author: ladydreamer
Pairing: Lollie
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:
Summary: Shortly after Reunion, Lex and Ollie meet up.
Spoilers: Through S6 Reunion (probably AU after the next ep comes out)
Warnings: Violent. Dirty Wrong. You may need a shower after this.
Notes: I’ve never written anything like this before, so if you have any constructive pointers for this kinda thing, lemme know.
Many thanks to aerynvala for both a title and a superb beta. Any other errors are my own moral failing.
Lex's body slams against the desk, making him wince from the impact and the various objects digging into his back. The man’s shadow creeps across his face, blocking out the glare of streetlight peeking through the remaining shards of a shattered window. Lex pushes against the desk with his palms and looks up insolently.
“Tell me what you want from me,” he growls between his teeth.
Oliver Queen says nothing then stalks forward with a resolute look.
“Tell me,” Lex growls again, waiting for Oliver to approach. Ollie’s hands slam down on either side of Lex’s hips; his eyes meet Lex’s fiercely, drinking him in.
“I want you.”
Lex sighs.
Oliver grabs Lex’s belt roughly and begins to unbuckle it. He starts in surprise as Lex sits up and struggles against him. “Wh-“
“Kiss me,” Lex orders. Oliver complies, crawling onto the desk above him and meeting Lex’s lips tentatively.
The bald man is practically biting him. He feels as though Lex will suck out his soul. His hands go to Lex’s belt again.
Distracted, Lex allows him to undo the buckle, but again, he fights Oliver’s. His hands pry Oliver’s loose, and Oliver pulls back in surprise.
”You want me?” Lex’s lips curl roguishly over the words.
“Uh. Yes.” Oliver stands on his knees in confusion, narrowing his eyes as he looks at Lex’s intense, rebellious face. Lex gives him a hard push, grabs him before he falls, and forces another kiss on him. Hot and wet, penetrating his mouth with an angry tongue that slithers against the roof of his mouth, sucking his lips hard, owning him before he can even begin to think clearly and respond.
“Hit me, “Lex orders.
Ollie blinks in surprise, unconsciously shaking his head.
Lex grabs his wrist so hard he knows that it will bruise. “You fucking pussy. You fucking coward. It’s just fine for you to pick on little boys. You like that?”
“Shut up,” Oliver tries to pull away. Lex holds him fast and kisses him again, this time sneaking his hand down Oliver’s pants and giving a few strokes to his cock.
“You like to pick on the helpless?”
“No! No, not anymore, Lex. I told you-“
“Hit me you spineless fuck!” Lex shoves the blond man away from him and moves away. Oliver is taken aback.
“Not after the way I treated you. Not after your father-“
“Let’s talk about fathers, hm?” Lex hops off the desk and begins to pace around the room. He kicks off his shoes. “Daddy was a great guy, wasn’t he, Oliver? A good businessman, if those actually exist. Never fucked anyone over did he…oh. Well. Unless you count being a classist over privileged pussy.”
“Hey!” Oliver sits up.
“Never had a problem with calling my dad white trash, did he?” The pants drop. Oliver realizes that Lex doesn’t wear underwear. He wonders if this is a new development or if in school… Lex turns, a cruel smile playing on his face. “Only, behind his back. Too much of a pussy to take a Luthor on face to face.”
“Shut the fuck up you hairless freak!”
Lex is becoming visibly aroused. Something about seeing Lex there, half dressed, his large cock exposed and growing, starts to make Oliver a little hard, too. This scene is scaring him.
“That’s right. I’m a freak, aren’t I?”
“You’re an immoral freak. You’re a loser.”
”Am I? What am I, Oliver?”
“You, you…” He backs away putting his hands behind him. Lex glares. He moves back toward the desk.
“Am I drunk? Am I a slut?” His chin rises. Their faces are close now. “An alcoholic whore like your mother?”
It isn’t until he feels the sting that Oliver realizes that he has hit Lex. Hit him so hard that Lex is reeling backward. He looks up and licks the blood off his lip, lust burning in his eyes, his cock standing at attention.
“What am I, Ollie?”
“You’re a mutant freak. You’re a murderer. You’re the base scum of society.” Oliver says, feeling anger and lust rising inside himself, confused as to whether or not he should try to put a cap on it. “Psychopath. Wicked evil…”
“Yeah?”
Oliver hits him again. And again. Lex is laughing; he’s breathing heavily.
“Evil motherfucker!”
“I’m a motherfucker??”
“You want to fuck your mom, you piece of shit whore!” He grabs Lex by the ears and forces him, struggling and shaking, to his mouth. Lex’s cock brushes against his leg.
“Fuck me,” he orders.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
Lex gives him a smoldering look. Oliver pushes him to the ground. “Take off your shirt, slut!”
Lex complies and slowly unbuttons his shirt. Oliver is shaking with excitement and fear. The moment the shirt is off, he grabs Lex by the wrist and flings him against the desk. Lex stumbles and looks momentarily surprised. Then he leans against the desk, seductively laying out his body for Oliver to observe while he unbuttons his own pants. Oliver rakes his eyes over the feast of flesh before him as he walks forward slowly. Still completely hairless, Lex shines a little with sweat, hard-won taut muscles glistening where shy willowy limbs had once been. That face, once hidden by a black ball cap Ollie had seen Duncan give to him on his birthday, is proud, defiant. Bald. He looks like some kind of shaved lion, naked but deadly. Lazily laying in wait for him. He has the power. He can wait.
Oliver shudders at the sight. And at himself. He’s afraid that once he does this he can never go back.
Before he knows it, he is on top of Lex. The bald man’s cock in his hand, Oliver kneels to lick the leaking come and swirl his tongue over the tip. It has been so long since he has been with a man.
“Fuck me.”
“Fuck you like a little bitch,” Oliver replies. He opens a drawer and begins to squeeze lube onto Lex’s hand. “Lube it up.”
Lex raises a brow. Oliver cuffs him again and grabs his chin roughly. Lex does as told with a faint, knowing smile and begins to stroke his lube-slicked fingers against Oliver’s cock. It isn’t as big as his own, but it is proud enough, fat with girth.
Oliver kisses him hungrily as he shoves Lex onto the desk. Lex pushes back and Ollie shoves him down with all of his power. He slicks up his fingers and begins to work them into Lex’s ass. Lex continues to struggle against him, and Ollie hears a string of profanities issuing from his own mouth. Loser. Slut. Whore. Murderer.
“You can’t fuck me, you weakling,” Lex sneers.
“Shut up, bitch!” Oliver slams him back down so hard he can hear Lex’s head crack against the table. He flips Lex’s legs into the air and pushes into him. Hearing Lex cry out in pain is making him harder and harder. He begins to pound into him faster. Cries turn into moans and more profanity, grinding into Oliver’s rhythm urging him to go faster, harder, rougher.
Ollie grips the curve of Lex’s shoulder, pressing in, making him bleed with his nails. Lex hisses and grabs onto Oliver’s shoulders in return.
“Freak! You hideous freak!”
“Fuck me harder, bastard!”
Oliver is pounding into him so hard that the desk is jerking back and forth with them. Lex roars loudly.
“Hit me, you fucking pansy.”
“You want me to?”
“Fucking hit me! Hit me, hit me!!”
Oliver hits him. He hits him so hard blood splatters across the desk and across his own face. The blood is soon followed by come. Oliver continues to grind into him, looking in fright at the swelling bruises on Lex’s face. His contemplation is disrupted by an intense orgasm. He jerks and comes hard into Lex, who mutters softly to him as he tightens his ass around Oliver’s fat cock.
“Give it to me. Come on, come on. Give it all to me.”
Oliver continues to come. It leaves him shocked and a little weak-kneed at the intensity and length of it. Drained, as it dies down he leans onto the desk over Lex, tentatively, expecting the man to begin screaming at him again.
Lex wiggles his butt and pulls himself further onto the desk. Oliver slips out of him. “Come here, Ollie.”
“I, uh…” He crawls weakly onto the desk and finds himself enveloped in Lex’s strong arms. Suddenly, Lex is threading his fingers through his hair, almost tenderly.
Lex kisses his forehead gently. Oliver shivers again.
“That uh…” Oliver looks again at Lex’s battered face. His eyes widen in concern, in terror. He did that. He beat Lex. He caused that swelling eye and the busted lip, the bruise on his cheek. The half moons cut into his shoulder. “That was intense, L- uh.”
”You can call me Lex,” he tells him softly. Oliver curls into Lex’s embrace. He is petted on and murmured softly to like a precious thing. They lay together as though in a soft, welcoming bed, rather than on a come splattered desk.
As he feels his strength returning, Lex moves suddenly, leaves him and goes to fetch his clothing. Oliver’s eyes fix on the angry marks along Lex’s back and arms, the red bump forming on the back of his head.
“I’m confused.”
Lex smirks. “I’m not surprised. I don’t remember you being particularly astute when we were in school.”
“Are we back to insulting each other now?” He asks hotly, feeling naked despite the fact he is wearing more clothing than Lex.
“Don’t analyze what just happened.” Lex smiles darkly as he pulls on his shirt. He inspects it and frowns at a bloodstain. “It’s enough that it happened.”
Oliver sits on his desk, bewildered and shaken. Lex buckles his belt and calmly puts on his shoes. He looks up and strides back over to Oliver, giving him a gentle kiss. Oliver can taste the blood. Lex scans Oliver’s face pensively. He strokes the side of his face, comfortingly.
“Don’t feel guilty. It was good, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah. I’m just wondering what’s wrong with me that I enjoyed that. So much.”
“You aren’t wondering what’s wrong with me that I enjoy that?” He grins lopsidedly then kisses him again briefly. “Don’t analyze it. It happened. It was amazing. It’s done.”
Lex turns and walks a bit stiffly, but otherwise casually, towards the door.
“We should do this again sometime. Next week good for you?” Lex stands flippantly leaning against the doorway.
Oliver laughs. “Maybe we should factor in some healing time.”
”I’m a hideous freak. A week is enough time for me to heal.”
Oliver sighs as Lex leaves and wonders how long it’s going to take him to heal.
Author: ladydreamer
Pairing: Lollie
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:
Summary: Shortly after Reunion, Lex and Ollie meet up.
Spoilers: Through S6 Reunion (probably AU after the next ep comes out)
Warnings: Violent. Dirty Wrong. You may need a shower after this.
Notes: I’ve never written anything like this before, so if you have any constructive pointers for this kinda thing, lemme know.
Many thanks to aerynvala for both a title and a superb beta. Any other errors are my own moral failing.
Lex's body slams against the desk, making him wince from the impact and the various objects digging into his back. The man’s shadow creeps across his face, blocking out the glare of streetlight peeking through the remaining shards of a shattered window. Lex pushes against the desk with his palms and looks up insolently.
“Tell me what you want from me,” he growls between his teeth.
Oliver Queen says nothing then stalks forward with a resolute look.
“Tell me,” Lex growls again, waiting for Oliver to approach. Ollie’s hands slam down on either side of Lex’s hips; his eyes meet Lex’s fiercely, drinking him in.
“I want you.”
Lex sighs.
Oliver grabs Lex’s belt roughly and begins to unbuckle it. He starts in surprise as Lex sits up and struggles against him. “Wh-“
“Kiss me,” Lex orders. Oliver complies, crawling onto the desk above him and meeting Lex’s lips tentatively.
The bald man is practically biting him. He feels as though Lex will suck out his soul. His hands go to Lex’s belt again.
Distracted, Lex allows him to undo the buckle, but again, he fights Oliver’s. His hands pry Oliver’s loose, and Oliver pulls back in surprise.
”You want me?” Lex’s lips curl roguishly over the words.
“Uh. Yes.” Oliver stands on his knees in confusion, narrowing his eyes as he looks at Lex’s intense, rebellious face. Lex gives him a hard push, grabs him before he falls, and forces another kiss on him. Hot and wet, penetrating his mouth with an angry tongue that slithers against the roof of his mouth, sucking his lips hard, owning him before he can even begin to think clearly and respond.
“Hit me, “Lex orders.
Ollie blinks in surprise, unconsciously shaking his head.
Lex grabs his wrist so hard he knows that it will bruise. “You fucking pussy. You fucking coward. It’s just fine for you to pick on little boys. You like that?”
“Shut up,” Oliver tries to pull away. Lex holds him fast and kisses him again, this time sneaking his hand down Oliver’s pants and giving a few strokes to his cock.
“You like to pick on the helpless?”
“No! No, not anymore, Lex. I told you-“
“Hit me you spineless fuck!” Lex shoves the blond man away from him and moves away. Oliver is taken aback.
“Not after the way I treated you. Not after your father-“
“Let’s talk about fathers, hm?” Lex hops off the desk and begins to pace around the room. He kicks off his shoes. “Daddy was a great guy, wasn’t he, Oliver? A good businessman, if those actually exist. Never fucked anyone over did he…oh. Well. Unless you count being a classist over privileged pussy.”
“Hey!” Oliver sits up.
“Never had a problem with calling my dad white trash, did he?” The pants drop. Oliver realizes that Lex doesn’t wear underwear. He wonders if this is a new development or if in school… Lex turns, a cruel smile playing on his face. “Only, behind his back. Too much of a pussy to take a Luthor on face to face.”
“Shut the fuck up you hairless freak!”
Lex is becoming visibly aroused. Something about seeing Lex there, half dressed, his large cock exposed and growing, starts to make Oliver a little hard, too. This scene is scaring him.
“That’s right. I’m a freak, aren’t I?”
“You’re an immoral freak. You’re a loser.”
”Am I? What am I, Oliver?”
“You, you…” He backs away putting his hands behind him. Lex glares. He moves back toward the desk.
“Am I drunk? Am I a slut?” His chin rises. Their faces are close now. “An alcoholic whore like your mother?”
It isn’t until he feels the sting that Oliver realizes that he has hit Lex. Hit him so hard that Lex is reeling backward. He looks up and licks the blood off his lip, lust burning in his eyes, his cock standing at attention.
“What am I, Ollie?”
“You’re a mutant freak. You’re a murderer. You’re the base scum of society.” Oliver says, feeling anger and lust rising inside himself, confused as to whether or not he should try to put a cap on it. “Psychopath. Wicked evil…”
“Yeah?”
Oliver hits him again. And again. Lex is laughing; he’s breathing heavily.
“Evil motherfucker!”
“I’m a motherfucker??”
“You want to fuck your mom, you piece of shit whore!” He grabs Lex by the ears and forces him, struggling and shaking, to his mouth. Lex’s cock brushes against his leg.
“Fuck me,” he orders.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
Lex gives him a smoldering look. Oliver pushes him to the ground. “Take off your shirt, slut!”
Lex complies and slowly unbuttons his shirt. Oliver is shaking with excitement and fear. The moment the shirt is off, he grabs Lex by the wrist and flings him against the desk. Lex stumbles and looks momentarily surprised. Then he leans against the desk, seductively laying out his body for Oliver to observe while he unbuttons his own pants. Oliver rakes his eyes over the feast of flesh before him as he walks forward slowly. Still completely hairless, Lex shines a little with sweat, hard-won taut muscles glistening where shy willowy limbs had once been. That face, once hidden by a black ball cap Ollie had seen Duncan give to him on his birthday, is proud, defiant. Bald. He looks like some kind of shaved lion, naked but deadly. Lazily laying in wait for him. He has the power. He can wait.
Oliver shudders at the sight. And at himself. He’s afraid that once he does this he can never go back.
Before he knows it, he is on top of Lex. The bald man’s cock in his hand, Oliver kneels to lick the leaking come and swirl his tongue over the tip. It has been so long since he has been with a man.
“Fuck me.”
“Fuck you like a little bitch,” Oliver replies. He opens a drawer and begins to squeeze lube onto Lex’s hand. “Lube it up.”
Lex raises a brow. Oliver cuffs him again and grabs his chin roughly. Lex does as told with a faint, knowing smile and begins to stroke his lube-slicked fingers against Oliver’s cock. It isn’t as big as his own, but it is proud enough, fat with girth.
Oliver kisses him hungrily as he shoves Lex onto the desk. Lex pushes back and Ollie shoves him down with all of his power. He slicks up his fingers and begins to work them into Lex’s ass. Lex continues to struggle against him, and Ollie hears a string of profanities issuing from his own mouth. Loser. Slut. Whore. Murderer.
“You can’t fuck me, you weakling,” Lex sneers.
“Shut up, bitch!” Oliver slams him back down so hard he can hear Lex’s head crack against the table. He flips Lex’s legs into the air and pushes into him. Hearing Lex cry out in pain is making him harder and harder. He begins to pound into him faster. Cries turn into moans and more profanity, grinding into Oliver’s rhythm urging him to go faster, harder, rougher.
Ollie grips the curve of Lex’s shoulder, pressing in, making him bleed with his nails. Lex hisses and grabs onto Oliver’s shoulders in return.
“Freak! You hideous freak!”
“Fuck me harder, bastard!”
Oliver is pounding into him so hard that the desk is jerking back and forth with them. Lex roars loudly.
“Hit me, you fucking pansy.”
“You want me to?”
“Fucking hit me! Hit me, hit me!!”
Oliver hits him. He hits him so hard blood splatters across the desk and across his own face. The blood is soon followed by come. Oliver continues to grind into him, looking in fright at the swelling bruises on Lex’s face. His contemplation is disrupted by an intense orgasm. He jerks and comes hard into Lex, who mutters softly to him as he tightens his ass around Oliver’s fat cock.
“Give it to me. Come on, come on. Give it all to me.”
Oliver continues to come. It leaves him shocked and a little weak-kneed at the intensity and length of it. Drained, as it dies down he leans onto the desk over Lex, tentatively, expecting the man to begin screaming at him again.
Lex wiggles his butt and pulls himself further onto the desk. Oliver slips out of him. “Come here, Ollie.”
“I, uh…” He crawls weakly onto the desk and finds himself enveloped in Lex’s strong arms. Suddenly, Lex is threading his fingers through his hair, almost tenderly.
Lex kisses his forehead gently. Oliver shivers again.
“That uh…” Oliver looks again at Lex’s battered face. His eyes widen in concern, in terror. He did that. He beat Lex. He caused that swelling eye and the busted lip, the bruise on his cheek. The half moons cut into his shoulder. “That was intense, L- uh.”
”You can call me Lex,” he tells him softly. Oliver curls into Lex’s embrace. He is petted on and murmured softly to like a precious thing. They lay together as though in a soft, welcoming bed, rather than on a come splattered desk.
As he feels his strength returning, Lex moves suddenly, leaves him and goes to fetch his clothing. Oliver’s eyes fix on the angry marks along Lex’s back and arms, the red bump forming on the back of his head.
“I’m confused.”
Lex smirks. “I’m not surprised. I don’t remember you being particularly astute when we were in school.”
“Are we back to insulting each other now?” He asks hotly, feeling naked despite the fact he is wearing more clothing than Lex.
“Don’t analyze what just happened.” Lex smiles darkly as he pulls on his shirt. He inspects it and frowns at a bloodstain. “It’s enough that it happened.”
Oliver sits on his desk, bewildered and shaken. Lex buckles his belt and calmly puts on his shoes. He looks up and strides back over to Oliver, giving him a gentle kiss. Oliver can taste the blood. Lex scans Oliver’s face pensively. He strokes the side of his face, comfortingly.
“Don’t feel guilty. It was good, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah. I’m just wondering what’s wrong with me that I enjoyed that. So much.”
“You aren’t wondering what’s wrong with me that I enjoy that?” He grins lopsidedly then kisses him again briefly. “Don’t analyze it. It happened. It was amazing. It’s done.”
Lex turns and walks a bit stiffly, but otherwise casually, towards the door.
“We should do this again sometime. Next week good for you?” Lex stands flippantly leaning against the doorway.
Oliver laughs. “Maybe we should factor in some healing time.”
”I’m a hideous freak. A week is enough time for me to heal.”
Oliver sighs as Lex leaves and wonders how long it’s going to take him to heal.