Ripped and torn: Shark challenge by ix_tab
Sequel for Open blade by magus_minor
Title: Ripped and torn
Author: me! ix_tab
Disclaimer: Not mine, and never will be, no matter how much I pray to Santa.
Rating: Big ol NC-17
Word count: 639
Warnings and author-babble: Non-con, character death, and darkness. This is my first SGA fic...and look what I produce! Much praise to the excellently brilliant magus_minor for the trilogy of fics for inspiring me.
Rodney dies gasping. His eyes are wide and very blue, and John loves him all the more for the shock, for the fear written across his ruin face. The knife is drip, drip, dripping with Rodney's sweet blood, and John kisses Rodney's slack mouth one more time.
He laughs and laughs because this was always going to happen, he was always going to end this drenched with someone's blood. He had hoped that it wouldn't be Rodney, but who else did he love enough?
Rodney had yelled and swore, and then been very quiet. His strident voice had been silenced, and John's ears were filled with Rodney's sharp, sobbing breaths, and the faintly wet slap of flesh on flesh. Rodney had not fought much, which had surprised him a little, but not much.
Even after the video Rodney had trusted him. Breaking that trust had been one of the hardest things John had ever done. And then again, as Rodney struggled to keep still, eyes shut tight, as John pushed viciously into him, as Rodney began to cry, just a little, John had never been happier.
He films it, of course. Sitting there, twirling the knife in between his index finger and thumb, he pulls out the little tape. It will be grainy. The sound will be shoddy. But he doesn't care. Rodney was so very beautiful in his death throes, before them too.
John needs to have a record of the screams, the pleading, the begging. He needs Rodney to promise him again to do anything that he wants. Rodney's mouth had twisted in pain with the first slice of the knife. He wants the expression on Rodney's face blank animal fear and Rodney had stuttered out some inconsequential denial. John knew better. He knew Rodney had been waiting for this moment since that first second of seeing John's cock hard because of Rodney's screams to be saved for the hard times ahead.
Rodney's scar had been blood in the water, when it came to John's urges. He was in John's head now, larger than life and five times as loud, and the amount of times that John had wondered what Rodney would sound like, would look like dieing are too many to count.
He knows now that his fevered imagination pales in comparison to the real thing.
Rodney dies cursing, and crying and fighting for a while, submitting the next moment. Rodney's death was like watching the other man live, soaking in his own blood.
"Why are you doing this?" Rodney had yelled and there was the passion that John loved, the defiance. Hearing that strength cowed, as he thrust
inside of Rodney is the most glorious victory John had ever felt. He was hot, and so very tight, and he had let John hurt him, for fear of being hurt worse.
John had rested the knife casually on Rodney's jugular, nicking the fragile skin with every movement. Rodney's blood tasted like copper, and his fear-sweat tasted like sugar.
John lets the body fall over the side of the city, and winces slightly at the distant impact it makes on the waves below.
Someone would find out, eventually. He had known from the very first word that had left his mouth "Rodney, I've been thinking about this. About us." Rodney had turned, and not even had time to blink before John had hit him, making him crash into the near by wall. John had been all over him, choking him into unconsciousness, and Rodney had kicked and swung his fists wildly until darkness swallowed him that this was the last thing he would be able to do.
But until he gets caught, bloody knife and clothes under his bed, cock in hand, stroking in time to Rodney's screams, John is safe.
Safe and in love.
---End
Title: Ripped and torn
Author: me! ix_tab
Disclaimer: Not mine, and never will be, no matter how much I pray to Santa.
Rating: Big ol NC-17
Word count: 639
Warnings and author-babble: Non-con, character death, and darkness. This is my first SGA fic...and look what I produce! Much praise to the excellently brilliant magus_minor for the trilogy of fics for inspiring me.
Rodney dies gasping. His eyes are wide and very blue, and John loves him all the more for the shock, for the fear written across his ruin face. The knife is drip, drip, dripping with Rodney's sweet blood, and John kisses Rodney's slack mouth one more time.
He laughs and laughs because this was always going to happen, he was always going to end this drenched with someone's blood. He had hoped that it wouldn't be Rodney, but who else did he love enough?
Rodney had yelled and swore, and then been very quiet. His strident voice had been silenced, and John's ears were filled with Rodney's sharp, sobbing breaths, and the faintly wet slap of flesh on flesh. Rodney had not fought much, which had surprised him a little, but not much.
Even after the video Rodney had trusted him. Breaking that trust had been one of the hardest things John had ever done. And then again, as Rodney struggled to keep still, eyes shut tight, as John pushed viciously into him, as Rodney began to cry, just a little, John had never been happier.
He films it, of course. Sitting there, twirling the knife in between his index finger and thumb, he pulls out the little tape. It will be grainy. The sound will be shoddy. But he doesn't care. Rodney was so very beautiful in his death throes, before them too.
John needs to have a record of the screams, the pleading, the begging. He needs Rodney to promise him again to do anything that he wants. Rodney's mouth had twisted in pain with the first slice of the knife. He wants the expression on Rodney's face blank animal fear and Rodney had stuttered out some inconsequential denial. John knew better. He knew Rodney had been waiting for this moment since that first second of seeing John's cock hard because of Rodney's screams to be saved for the hard times ahead.
Rodney's scar had been blood in the water, when it came to John's urges. He was in John's head now, larger than life and five times as loud, and the amount of times that John had wondered what Rodney would sound like, would look like dieing are too many to count.
He knows now that his fevered imagination pales in comparison to the real thing.
Rodney dies cursing, and crying and fighting for a while, submitting the next moment. Rodney's death was like watching the other man live, soaking in his own blood.
"Why are you doing this?" Rodney had yelled and there was the passion that John loved, the defiance. Hearing that strength cowed, as he thrust
inside of Rodney is the most glorious victory John had ever felt. He was hot, and so very tight, and he had let John hurt him, for fear of being hurt worse.
John had rested the knife casually on Rodney's jugular, nicking the fragile skin with every movement. Rodney's blood tasted like copper, and his fear-sweat tasted like sugar.
John lets the body fall over the side of the city, and winces slightly at the distant impact it makes on the waves below.
Someone would find out, eventually. He had known from the very first word that had left his mouth "Rodney, I've been thinking about this. About us." Rodney had turned, and not even had time to blink before John had hit him, making him crash into the near by wall. John had been all over him, choking him into unconsciousness, and Rodney had kicked and swung his fists wildly until darkness swallowed him that this was the last thing he would be able to do.
But until he gets caught, bloody knife and clothes under his bed, cock in hand, stroking in time to Rodney's screams, John is safe.
Safe and in love.
---End