Burn Me, old Kane/RVD fic - NC-17
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guen_stuffJust for lulz, this is the first fic I wrote.. many moons ago. *g* Anyone remember when Kane and RVD were a team, then Kane lost his mask and snapped - and then ended up carting off an unconcious Rob to who-knows-where, slapping him in handcuffs and... yeah. This was inspired by that. XD
Unashamed smut, added angst, RVD in handcuffs and being a bit of a pain slut.
Title: Burn Me
Author: Guenhwyvar
Rating: NC-17. m/m, slightly non-con, BDSM-ish, language, angst.
Pairing: Kane/RVD
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, just borrowing, just for fun.
Rob instinctively pulled at his restraints, trying to fight free as Kane brandished the lighted match perilously close to his gasoline-soaked body.
“This is what they want,” he growled. “I’m sick of doing what they want. I’m going to do what I want.” Relief flooded through Rob as Kane blew out the match and threw it away.
That relief was preciously short, however, as Kane slowly began to caress his chest.
Rob sucked in a startled breath, almost choking on the towel he was gagged with. Kane wanted…him? He struggled to comprehend what was happening, as Kane’s hands moved lazily across his heated skin. One thumb rubbed over a nipple, sending a perversely familiar tingle of arousal through him.
“What I want…” Kane said softly, half to himself. Rob closed his eyes. He shouldn’t want this.
“What do you want, Rob?” The big man asked, deceptively calm. Rob swallowed hard, unable to respond.
“I think I know…”
Kane leaned down so his lips were almost brushing Rob’s ear, his voice dropping to a whisper,
“I’m going to give you what you want,”
Rob whimpered. How could Kane possibly know how much he craved this, needed this…
Kane’s hand slid further down and roughly grasped his already hardening cock. Rob moaned, the sound muffled by the cloth in his mouth as the big man’s fingers squeezed and kneaded him. God, how long had he wanted Kane to touch him like this… but he was helpless to either respond or pull away, the adrenaline of arousal and pure fear at what Kane could do to him making him shiver uncontrollably.
Suddenly he felt Kane gripping his singlet, jerking him roughly as he ripped the smooth fabric down to his navel. Kane bent and began to lave his tongue across the newly exposed skin, continuing to tear Rob’s clothing as he travelled lower and lower, until Rob could feel hot breath at his groin. He’d never felt so vulnerable, or so hard.
Another jerk and his stiff cock was exposed, jutting out obscenely and already leaking, betraying his arousal despite the fear. A muffled gasp came from him as Kane slid his mouth down onto him and began to suck none too gently, scraping his teeth over the rigid shaft. One finger snaked its way under him and started to probe at his entrance. Rob gasped and flinched instinctively. Kane growled at that and only forced his finger in deeper.
Rob moaned again, screwing his eyes shut. He knew he should desperately try to relax, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t give in so easily. He wanted, needed Kane to force him, to hurt him. It was the only thing that could sate the fire that had been building in him for so long. He’d forgotten what it had been like to hurt, to relish the pain given to him. It made him feel alive.
Kane forced a second finger into him, stretching him hard. It was starting to hurt real good now. Rob began to push back onto Kane’s hand, wanting more. Then the hands and hot mouth were gone, and Rob whimpered in disappointment, writhing and pulling against the handcuffs. He heard Kane chuckle softly, threateningly, and his eyes flicked open. Kane was looking at him with a smirk on his face, taking in the sight of him bound and helpless, shamefully aroused and wanting. For a heartbeat Rob thought he was going to be left there.
Then the cloth was yanked from his mouth and Kane’s lips were on his, harsh and bruising, pushing his tongue deep into Rob’s mouth. Rob’s skull smacked painfully against the metal pole as his head was forced back, but he was uncaring. He kissed Kane back hungrily, tasting sweat and gasoline on their lips. Then Kane’s hands were on him again, tearing away the remains of his gear until he was left in just his boots. Kane grabbed his ass with both hands, forcing their bodies together, and for the first time Rob felt Kane’s own erection, thick and hard against his stomach. He moaned helplessly.
Kane pulled back just long enough to work his tights down, then he was clutching at Rob again, lifting him and spreading his ass, blunt nails digging into his flesh. Rob gasped against his mouth as he wrapped his legs around Kane’s waist, impatient, wanting. Then Kane was pushing into him, hard, not giving him time to adjust, burning him as he was penetrated dry.
It hurt. Oh God, it hurt. Hell never felt so good.
Rob tore his mouth from Kane’s and screamed in blissful, agonising relief as Kane plunged deep into him.
The big man grunted at the sheer pressure gripping his cock. Rob’s ass was so tight. Tighter for the brief preparation and only the sweat and gasoline on their bodies for lube. He bit down on Rob’s shoulder as he withdrew nearly all the way, before slamming back into him. Rob cried out again, pain and pleasure consuming him as Kane speared his prostate full on.
He grew hoarse from screaming, reduced to moaning pitifully as Kane pounded into him mercilessly. The pain from the rubbing of the cuffs on his wrists spread down his arms, joining the pain at his shoulder where Kane had buried his teeth, leaving a red bite mark on his tanned skin. His muscular legs gripped tighter around Kane’s waist as he was fucked hard, pure pleasure spiking through the pain on every thrust.
Kane growled against his ear, sucking and biting at his skin as he speeded up his thrusting, their bodies moving together frantically, straining for release. For completion.
Rob felt Kane tense suddenly against him, gripping him tightly before giving one hard, final thrust. Then Kane’s release was flooding him, hot spurts against his prostate, and it was finally too much. The only sound he could make was a broken sob as orgasm hit him, his cock jerking between their stomachs, spilling himself over them both.
They slowly rode down from the high, their bodies rocking together. Rob buried his face in Kane’s neck, letting the pain wash over him, wanting to hold it and keep it close, as thought it might somehow obscure the pain in his heart. He felt helpless tears prickle at his eyes.
He gasped as Kane slowly withdrew from him, easing his cock from his stretched, abused ass. He felt himself being lowered to the ground, then there was a gentle touch of lips on his cheek.
“Look at me,” Kane’s voice was quiet and sad. All the anger was gone, this was the old Kane, the one who had been his friend. The one he’d fallen for.
Rob slowly opened his eyes, uncaring of the tears that trickled from them down his flushed cheeks. Kane’s bicoloured gaze met his, the smallest of sad smiles on his lips. One large hand brushed the wetness from his face.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Kane,” he breathed, “I…I…” The gentle touch of a finger to is lips silenced him.
“Shhh, it’s over. You can’t save me.”
Rob was only vaguely aware of his wrists being freed, his arms falling heavily to his sides. He couldn’t tear his eyes from Kane’s, seeing the big man’s sanity flickering there for maybe the last time.
He barely heard the final whisper,
“I’m sorry, Rob.”
He slowly crumpled to the floor, letting the silent tears fall as he watched Kane turn and walk away.
Leaving Rob, his sanity, and his love behind.
Unashamed smut, added angst, RVD in handcuffs and being a bit of a pain slut.
Title: Burn Me
Author: Guenhwyvar
Rating: NC-17. m/m, slightly non-con, BDSM-ish, language, angst.
Pairing: Kane/RVD
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, just borrowing, just for fun.
Rob instinctively pulled at his restraints, trying to fight free as Kane brandished the lighted match perilously close to his gasoline-soaked body.
“This is what they want,” he growled. “I’m sick of doing what they want. I’m going to do what I want.” Relief flooded through Rob as Kane blew out the match and threw it away.
That relief was preciously short, however, as Kane slowly began to caress his chest.
Rob sucked in a startled breath, almost choking on the towel he was gagged with. Kane wanted…him? He struggled to comprehend what was happening, as Kane’s hands moved lazily across his heated skin. One thumb rubbed over a nipple, sending a perversely familiar tingle of arousal through him.
“What I want…” Kane said softly, half to himself. Rob closed his eyes. He shouldn’t want this.
“What do you want, Rob?” The big man asked, deceptively calm. Rob swallowed hard, unable to respond.
“I think I know…”
Kane leaned down so his lips were almost brushing Rob’s ear, his voice dropping to a whisper,
“I’m going to give you what you want,”
Rob whimpered. How could Kane possibly know how much he craved this, needed this…
Kane’s hand slid further down and roughly grasped his already hardening cock. Rob moaned, the sound muffled by the cloth in his mouth as the big man’s fingers squeezed and kneaded him. God, how long had he wanted Kane to touch him like this… but he was helpless to either respond or pull away, the adrenaline of arousal and pure fear at what Kane could do to him making him shiver uncontrollably.
Suddenly he felt Kane gripping his singlet, jerking him roughly as he ripped the smooth fabric down to his navel. Kane bent and began to lave his tongue across the newly exposed skin, continuing to tear Rob’s clothing as he travelled lower and lower, until Rob could feel hot breath at his groin. He’d never felt so vulnerable, or so hard.
Another jerk and his stiff cock was exposed, jutting out obscenely and already leaking, betraying his arousal despite the fear. A muffled gasp came from him as Kane slid his mouth down onto him and began to suck none too gently, scraping his teeth over the rigid shaft. One finger snaked its way under him and started to probe at his entrance. Rob gasped and flinched instinctively. Kane growled at that and only forced his finger in deeper.
Rob moaned again, screwing his eyes shut. He knew he should desperately try to relax, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t give in so easily. He wanted, needed Kane to force him, to hurt him. It was the only thing that could sate the fire that had been building in him for so long. He’d forgotten what it had been like to hurt, to relish the pain given to him. It made him feel alive.
Kane forced a second finger into him, stretching him hard. It was starting to hurt real good now. Rob began to push back onto Kane’s hand, wanting more. Then the hands and hot mouth were gone, and Rob whimpered in disappointment, writhing and pulling against the handcuffs. He heard Kane chuckle softly, threateningly, and his eyes flicked open. Kane was looking at him with a smirk on his face, taking in the sight of him bound and helpless, shamefully aroused and wanting. For a heartbeat Rob thought he was going to be left there.
Then the cloth was yanked from his mouth and Kane’s lips were on his, harsh and bruising, pushing his tongue deep into Rob’s mouth. Rob’s skull smacked painfully against the metal pole as his head was forced back, but he was uncaring. He kissed Kane back hungrily, tasting sweat and gasoline on their lips. Then Kane’s hands were on him again, tearing away the remains of his gear until he was left in just his boots. Kane grabbed his ass with both hands, forcing their bodies together, and for the first time Rob felt Kane’s own erection, thick and hard against his stomach. He moaned helplessly.
Kane pulled back just long enough to work his tights down, then he was clutching at Rob again, lifting him and spreading his ass, blunt nails digging into his flesh. Rob gasped against his mouth as he wrapped his legs around Kane’s waist, impatient, wanting. Then Kane was pushing into him, hard, not giving him time to adjust, burning him as he was penetrated dry.
It hurt. Oh God, it hurt. Hell never felt so good.
Rob tore his mouth from Kane’s and screamed in blissful, agonising relief as Kane plunged deep into him.
The big man grunted at the sheer pressure gripping his cock. Rob’s ass was so tight. Tighter for the brief preparation and only the sweat and gasoline on their bodies for lube. He bit down on Rob’s shoulder as he withdrew nearly all the way, before slamming back into him. Rob cried out again, pain and pleasure consuming him as Kane speared his prostate full on.
He grew hoarse from screaming, reduced to moaning pitifully as Kane pounded into him mercilessly. The pain from the rubbing of the cuffs on his wrists spread down his arms, joining the pain at his shoulder where Kane had buried his teeth, leaving a red bite mark on his tanned skin. His muscular legs gripped tighter around Kane’s waist as he was fucked hard, pure pleasure spiking through the pain on every thrust.
Kane growled against his ear, sucking and biting at his skin as he speeded up his thrusting, their bodies moving together frantically, straining for release. For completion.
Rob felt Kane tense suddenly against him, gripping him tightly before giving one hard, final thrust. Then Kane’s release was flooding him, hot spurts against his prostate, and it was finally too much. The only sound he could make was a broken sob as orgasm hit him, his cock jerking between their stomachs, spilling himself over them both.
They slowly rode down from the high, their bodies rocking together. Rob buried his face in Kane’s neck, letting the pain wash over him, wanting to hold it and keep it close, as thought it might somehow obscure the pain in his heart. He felt helpless tears prickle at his eyes.
He gasped as Kane slowly withdrew from him, easing his cock from his stretched, abused ass. He felt himself being lowered to the ground, then there was a gentle touch of lips on his cheek.
“Look at me,” Kane’s voice was quiet and sad. All the anger was gone, this was the old Kane, the one who had been his friend. The one he’d fallen for.
Rob slowly opened his eyes, uncaring of the tears that trickled from them down his flushed cheeks. Kane’s bicoloured gaze met his, the smallest of sad smiles on his lips. One large hand brushed the wetness from his face.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Kane,” he breathed, “I…I…” The gentle touch of a finger to is lips silenced him.
“Shhh, it’s over. You can’t save me.”
Rob was only vaguely aware of his wrists being freed, his arms falling heavily to his sides. He couldn’t tear his eyes from Kane’s, seeing the big man’s sanity flickering there for maybe the last time.
He barely heard the final whisper,
“I’m sorry, Rob.”
He slowly crumpled to the floor, letting the silent tears fall as he watched Kane turn and walk away.
Leaving Rob, his sanity, and his love behind.
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Date: 2007-07-30 10:13 am (UTC)Gah, sorry it took so long. XD
Anyway, you know, I normally wouldn't like fic like this, because I'm not that into the whole BDSM fic, and those like it, but this is RVD/Kane. How can I not like RVD/Kane? XD
Hah, Rob is gorgeous in this, and I hate thinking that, because he's not the way I see Rob, but you wrote him convincingly. And Kane, big bad Kane, always makes me feel sorry for him, and this made it even worse. I just want to hug him.
Thanks, hun. :)
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Date: 2007-07-31 12:10 am (UTC)I only realised reading it back that Rob was more than a *bit* of a pain slut. *lol* Usually I don't see him quite that way either, at least not that much.
I guess one thing that hasn't changed is that the muses *still* run away with me. *eyes rp!Brian* XD