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Boredom and Bloodplay
Written by Rayna
Pairing: Dani/Martin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-consensuality, blood play, sexual tension
March, 2006
When Martin opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was how sore he was from having fallen asleep on the couch. The second thing he noticed was the silence. Music had been streaming, people had been talking, there had been general noise and interaction; then he'd passed out on the couch after having, as far as he remembered, only two drinks. It was very unlike him, and if his head hadn't been pounding with such ferocious intensity, he may have pondered upon exactly what had happened, and exactly who it was who had given him his drinks.
As things were, he was content to simply lay there with his hands folded over his eyes. The lights seemed extremely bright to him, while, in all actuality, they could have been considered dim. He yawned, stretched, and then became alert to the sound of someone taking a drink of something. Their lips popped around the top of the bottle, and Martin opened his eyes again and looked around.
On the couch directly across the table from him sat Dani, claws wrapped around a bottle of beer. Dani was watching him with an indecipherable expression on his face, and Martin felt his stomach clench. Eyes darting around the room, Martin felt panic creep over him as he realized that he and Dani were alone. Then Dani sneered...
Almost as quickly as Martin had gotten to his feet, he had been pushed back down by Dani, who had moved with lightning-fast speed to the other couch.
"I'm bored," sighed Dani, collapsing beside Martin. "Entertain me."
Martin's head was spinning with the rush of how quickly he'd stood up, and then how quickly he had been forced back down. He scrubbed his face with his hands, then looked sideways at Dani. "Entertain yourself. I think someone spiked my drinks."
Dani tapped one of his metal-clad fingers against his bottom lip thoughtfully. "That's so? That's what you think?"
There was an affirmative grunt in response.
After several long moments of silence, just when Martin was about to suggest Dani go find something to do and leave him alone for a while, Martin felt a cold chill run through him. He opened his eyes, suddenly quite sober, and saw the goosebumps running along the surface of his arms. Dani had lifted several locks of Martin's hair and was running his fingers through it, slowly. Martin couldn't help but flinch. He wanted to pull away, but felt as though his body was made of lead.
Then Dani whispered, "I enjoy how you flinch... I want to see more of it."
Martin finally found the nerve to pull away and, unable to stop himself from shaking, muttered, "You're nuts, Dani. Unstable fuck."
Dani was unperterbed, blinking mildly, still studying Martin's bodily reactions to him. He lunged suddenly, knocking Martin onto his back. They very nearly rolled off the couch, but Dani put one foot on the floor to steady himself as he held Martin down and kissed him, quite unexpectedly. Martin's eyes widened. He gasped into Dani's mouth, arms falling limp at his sides. Dani kissed him very deliberately, very slowly, thoroughly, pushing his way into Martin's compliant mouth with his tongue and tracing the interior. Martin made quiet, "Mmmff"ing noises that grew steadily louder as Dani's hands began to move from where they had been settled on Martin's shoulders. He smoothed his metallic fingers along Martin's collarbone, then, encountering the material of a t-shirt, growled lowly in his throat and tore the offending clothing straight down the center. Martin jumped, and it was then that Dani pulled away from his mouth, licking his lips and smirking. He pulled what remained of the shirt from Martin's body and let it drop onto the floor, while Martin stared up at him as though he were seeing a ghost.
"What will you do to me?" Martin asked. His voice was barely audible; only his lips moved, but Dani knew exactly what he'd said.
Smirking even more, Dani responded, "Rape you." By the way he was snickering, one could only assume he was simply trying to get a rise out of Martin, and he got the reaction he'd intended.
Those two words triggered an automatic response, and Martin had shoved Dani off him and was halfway to the door before he was stopped dead in his tracks. Dani was standing in front of him, barring his exit, with that damnable smirk still in place on his face.
"Tsk, tsk," sighed Dani, light dancing in his eyes as he watched Martin try to find another way out; there was no other way out, just the door Dani was in front of, and no windows, either. Dani took a step forward, able to read Martin's mind quite clearly as a spark of hope flashed across Martin's face. Martin ran for the bathroom, with the hopes that he could bar himself up inside and lock Dani out, but Dani was too quick, and hemmed him into a corner. Martin kept going in reverse until his back was against the wall. His face was flushed and he was breathing much quicker than normal.
Dani advanced on him slowly, as a predator stalking prey. His heavy boots thumped on the carpet. "Anything else you'd like to try? The thrill is in the chase, you know."
The thought crossed Martin's still-foggy mind that he could most certainly overpower Dani, perhaps push past him and make for the door. If he did that, though, he was taking a serious risk that Dani wouldn't jab him with one of those metal ice-picks on the tips of his fingers. Just the idea of that, and the way the light reflected off the sharp silver points, made Martin try to think of a different game plan. Dani was now right in front of him; it was too late for thinking.
Martin's jaw fell open as Dani roughly grasped him through his pants; he hadn't realized how aroused he was until just then. A keening whimper erupted from his throat, and Dani squeezed just hard enough so that the tips of his claws would pierce the fabric. Martin was standing up on his toes, climbing the wall, trying to get some kind of space between he and Dani, but it just wasn't happening.
Dani leaned close, so that their chests were pressed together, while he smiled deviously in Martin's face and unzipped the fly of the pants he was still massaging. Martin took a sharp breath in, and then another as Dani dropped to his knees in front of him. Several carnivorous licks later and Martin had nearly made an indentation in the wall with the back of his head as he tried to knock some sense into himself. He realized that he was in a very, very dangerous situation, and could feel the sharp points of Dani's inhuman teeth raking torturously along his length with every bob of Dani's head. Martin was having a hard time conveying oxygen to his needy lungs, and had started heaving, but nothing was helping. His hands were positively itching for him to bury them in Dani's hair, but he fought that urge with everything that he was.
Dani reached a hand up to roll Martin's balls, pressing one claw behind them to touch on a very sensitive spot that made Martin's entire body jolt. Martin very nearly slid to the floor then, but Dani pressed his other hand against Martin's lower belly, and somehow, that provided enough stability to keep the man on his feet. Dani let Martin's cock slip from his mouth after one last, satisfying lick, then tugged the offending pants off and nipped his way along fleshy hips, taking the time to leave a mark, harsh and red against Martin's pale skin.
"Mm," Dani was humming appreciatively while tasting the salty, creamy skin of Martin's inner thighs. He had his hands on Martin's hips, and in one swift movement, had raked his claws down both thighs, leaving thin lines that pulsed out blood. Quickly, he attached his lips and traced the lines with his tongue, lapping roughly, as Martin lost his footing and slid to the floor. Dani shoved Martin down so he was laying flat on his back, and then continued tonguing the wounds he'd caused.
Martin's entire body was trembling beyond his control, and he hated it because it made him feel so weak. His head was spinning more and more with each second that passed, and feeling Dani's serpentine tongue on his body was making it incessantly worse. The main source of throbbing was not in his brain, however. He was humiliatingly aroused, and tried to shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look or think about what was going on. 'Just imagine... imagine someone else,' he thought desperately to himself.
It was at that very moment, when that thought has surfaced in Martin's brain, that Dani made a harsh slash across Martin's chest. Martin's body arched in pain and his eyes flew open. Dani was sitting atop Martin's chest, staring at him with the most intense, most frightening expression Martin had ever seen. Dani's eyes were flashing dangerously.
"Yes," he growled, continuing to scratch idly at Martin's chest, uncaring to the struggles and whimpers of protest the action caused. "Imagine someone else. Then ask yourself whom other than myself could provoke such an all-consuming desire and such irrational fear in you. Your body quakes with it. So pray tell, whom are you thinking about?"
Martin was wordless; he had no answer.
Dani lapped at another trail of blood.
It was at this moment, when Martin had finally declared himself completely doomed, that the door knob leading to the outside world jingled. It was still locked, and Dani didn't seem at all worried or surprised that someone else might be interrupting his sexual antics. He calmly separated himself from Martin and went to sit on the couch. Martin, still in a state of shock, couldn't bring himself to move to cover his exposed parts, or to even move at all.
A key turned and the door opened. Robin walked inside the room. One eyebrow perked as he took in the state of disarray things were in, the naked body of Martin who was sprawled near the bathroom, bloody, and Dani, who was sitting on the couch with an innocent and mildly bored expression on his face. The raised eyebrow lowered, Robin made a one-eighty, and walked right back out of the room...
Locking the door behind him.
Martin winced in pain from all his open cuts, and tried to pull himself into the bathroom, but Dani had already come back over to him. Dani stood above him, smirking, and Martin winced again.
"That expression," Dani sighed, crawling up Martin's body. He was pertaining to the winces of fear and pain that crossed Martin's face periodically with him. Dani's kiss was vicious, ravenous. He wrapped his cold, metallic hand around Martin's arousal, which had yet to die completely, and stroked it with the utmost tenderness. The slightest scrape could mean the worst of pain, but Dani was careful.
Quite suddenly, once Martin was right back to the peak of an orgasm, Dani pulled away from him. Martin groaned in sexual frustration and mustered the willpower to pull himself to his feet and slam the bathroom door behind him. Dani stood, snickering, as he heard the gasps and grunts as Martin finished himself.
With a loud, long sigh, Dani went back and sprawled himself onto the couch. "Goddamn, I'm so bored!" he shrieked. He had laid there for all of two minutes before he stood back up and went outside to find Paul.
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