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Fill: Penance. (Joe/Nicky/Keane - Dark!AU)
Date: 2020-10-06 05:20 am (UTC)Joe/Nicky - Dark!AU, compentency kink, danger play, rough sex
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/4011.html?thread=1163435#cmt1163435
Keane/Nicky, gunplay (non-con) Because of that one scene.
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/953.html?thread=10425#cmt10425
Joe/Nicky, Bites and Bruises
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/953.html?thread=27321#cmt27321
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It was a massacre.
Plain and simple, achingly simple. It had been three years since the debacle at Merrick Industries, when the Guard had been too tired to be thorough. Their prey thought they'd escaped and that made them sloppy. All the better for it. Joe found it made them sloppy. He liked when they were, when they fought back, when they screamed. Nicky cared less, and his opinion mattered.
They were doing this for him.
Nicolo didn't like keeping scores unsettled.
His name was Hissam Keane. He had a wife and a lovely son. He was kneeling in front of Nicky, and he'd already lost both and the ability to move his right arm.
Nicky grabbed him by the skull, his gun pressed flat against his brow. All Joe had to do was watch.
"Please." The word was hard one, broken and gasping as Nicky ground the barrel of his gun against Kean's skull.
"Begging? As if that can make up for anything." Nicky said, calm and cold. Even splattered with blood with a trail of carnage behind him, his rage was glacial. It was enough to make Keane wince.
"It was a mistake."
"I don't think it was. In fact, I think the only mistake you regret was getting caught. I know a lot about confessions, but you can't be forgiven for your sins unless you're truly sorry."
"I am." Keane was bleeding sluggishly from a head wound. He breathed like a bull, teeth grit, his eyes wild but they crossed as Nicky dragged his gun down the length of Keane's nose. Behind them, Joe laughed, sweet and bright, and Nicky's expression softened ever so slightly.
"Prove it." He drawled, and the barrel of the gun, metal hot enough to spike red across bared skin, pressed against Keane's mouth. He tried to jerk back. Nicky's grip stayed firm. "Repent."
Keane hated him. He could see it in his eyes, furious beyond measure, but he opened his mouth, and Nicky felt pleasure scorch his veins.
The metal dragged across his tongue, inch by slow inch, and he watched Keane tense, breathing hard and shaking. He bared his teeth, pearly whites against black metal, and Nicky thumbed off the safety.
He felt Keane shudder. When he opened Keane's mouth, he pressed it in far enough to kiss his soft palate.
"Do you know what it felt like to have a bullet shatter your skull?" He asked, forcing the barrel of the gun in deeper until Keane drooled around it. "You live long enough for the pain. You feel the bone break but you can't even scream."
"You really shouldn't have done that." Joe drawled, but he only had eyes for Nicky, watching him choke Keane with his gun.
Keane tried to mumble something, slurring against the hot metal, but Nicky just shushed him. "You can say you're sorry, but penance requires action. You need to show how much you want forgiveness." He said as Keane closed his eyes and swallowed.
Keane surged forward, opening himself up to the gun. His pink tongue darted around the edge of the weapon, blistering with the heat as it slipped inside. He was rough and frantic, and fear looked so much like lust. Nicky stepped forward, moaning obscenely. He pressed into Keane's broken shoulder, cock hard and thick through his pants, and there was disgust in Keane's eyes, pure unfetted revulsion as he drooled down his chin.
Nicky pet his hair, leaned close enough to kiss him.
"Your son looked just like you."
Keane snarled, rushed closer. He was dead before he hit the ground.
Steady arms wrapped around Nicky's waist, and Joe's chin hooked shoulder. "What happened to not playing around?"
Nicky didn't stop him when his hands moved lower.
"Penance is serious work."
Joe shoved him up against the wall, catching his mouth in a bruising kiss and riding high off the adrenaline they shared. Keane's body slumped at their feet, but they didn't pay it the slightest bit of attention as Joe bit down on Nicky's lip hard enough to taste copper.
"No one else gets to touch you." He growled, working Nicky through his pants until his partner groaned, knees wobbling. "No one else, you hear me?"
"Only yours."
Breath caught around a filthy promise, as Joe's bloodied hand found his cock. Nicky's head fell back, exposing the long line of his throat. When Joe bit down, it felt like release. It only got worse from there.
It would be rough and desperate. They would tear at each other, frantic and desperate, dragging cuts that should scar and bruises that would have remained for twice as long. Crimson could mark where welts would be, when open-mouth kisses wouldn't erase them.
But first, Joe left ugly marks in blue and purple smudged across his pulse, made him scream his name, with his hand around Nicky's cock and the other in his hair.
In the end, they shared a knife sharp smile and a softer kiss.
"Come on." Nicky murmured, running his fingers down the rapidly healing scrapes he'd left in his lover's skin. "We have work to do."
Re: Fill: Penance. (Joe/Nicky/Keane - Dark!AU)
Date: 2020-10-06 05:26 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Penance. (Joe/Nicky/Keane - Dark!AU)
Date: 2020-10-06 05:34 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Penance. (Joe/Nicky/Keane - Dark!AU)
Date: 2020-10-06 06:56 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Penance. (Joe/Nicky/Keane - Dark!AU)
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