And It Feels Just Like Ground
Feb. 16th, 2010 12:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flwrpwr_vampyreFandom: Psych
Pairing/Characters: Shawn/Yang
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con, Spoiler for the season three finale: Yang is a woman so this is het.
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Psych.
Summary: This argument was getting old and yet Shawn couldn't help himself, he kept starting it over and over again.
Word Count: 1693
Notes: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thepansythug for beta'ing this for me.
Shawn didn't look over as the door opened. Didn't watch as her hips swished as she walked over with the tray of food. Didn't flinch when she ran her fingers through his hair. He stared up at the ceiling until her smiling face entered his view, blocking the tiles he'd been memorizing.
“When are you going to stop this pointless pouting?” Her voice was cheerful, almost as though she was talking to a sullen child. “You've been doing this for days, it's quite the ridiculous way to enter into your new life.”
“I was happy with my old life.” He couldn't stop himself from replying, no matter how much he tried. His compromise was his voice: flat and emotionless. “You know, that one you destroyed when you blew up my mom, dad, best friend, nemesis and possible love interest. That one.”
“That story had to end.” Her hands kept touching him, running softly over every part of him she could reach, and his arms flexed, trying of their own accord to free themselves from where she had him tied to the bed. “It's symmetry, it ending as ours began.”
“You chloroformed me and blew up a drive-in theater,” he started to say, but she was already shaking her head, the smile that he hated so much creeping onto her face.
“They didn't matter,” she said.
This argument was getting old and yet Shawn couldn't help himself, he kept starting it over and over again.
“They weren't as smart as you," she continued. "They didn't deserve you. I deserve you. I earned you.”
Her hands moved lower and he went cold. Oh god, not this, not again.
He tipped his head back, closing his eyes as she popped the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down, the sound's normal volume feeling odd when it sounded so loud in his head. Loud and final.
“No, come on.” His voice wasn't more then a whisper, the lump forming in his throat made it difficult to speak. “Please, I don't-”
“Don't say you don't want this,” she said softly. He was willing to bet she thought it was romantic, her fingers slipping under the band of his briefs, pressing softly over the skin as they moved downwards. He twisted his hips away from her as far as he could but he knew that it was more a futile gesture then an actual attempt to escape her touch.
They both knew he couldn't get away; the raw red marks on his wrists were proof of that. She merely laughed at his helpless movement, the smile broadening when she reached her target, hand curling around him. He jerked, gritting his teeth and wishing it didn't still feel good when you didn't want it.
He started naming all of Gus' comic books, trying to be as alphabetical as possible. It was either the thought process or merely the thought of Gus but he actually managed to stay soft. It was a small rebellion but one he still allowed himself to feel satisfied at.
Her hand finally slowed its motions and he let out a small gasp of relief, finally opening his eyes. It turned out to be a mistake; the first thing that filled his vision was her grin of delight as he felt her fingers closing around the band on his jeans, her nails scraping lightly against him.
She hadn't done that last time and even though he'd known how much was out of his control, his heart rate still accelerated in panic. She tugged his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh, leaning back to look him over, her eyebrows arching.
“I chose well,” she said smugly, running her nails over his hips and down to his thighs. “You're more then just the smartest man I've come across, you're also very well put together. I have got to start trusting my instincts more often.”
He tried to think of a reply but he was coming up with nothing, his mind blanking. It had been happening more and more since that night and he couldn't help but see what Gus's reaction would be to him not having anything to say. He swallowed, fighting the urge to break down and have a good man-cry at this whole damn situation.
She didn't give him any more time to dwell, leaning forward and licking a stripe over him. She paused again, giving him a teasing smile.
“You can stop looking so fretful, you're in good hands and an even better mouth.” She laughed at her own joke. “I've been told I'm quite good at this. Of course, it was from men who thought – correctly - that I was going to kill them so it might have been lies but I choose to believe different. You can understand that I'm sure.”
He felt a bit sick as she took it fully into her mouth, not just because of what she'd said but at his feeling of gratefulness that at least a blowjob meant that she'd stopped talking. She hadn't been lying either, she knew just how to use her tongue and he moaned miserably as he hardened, slowly but surely.
She hummed, looking satisfied and he pressed his lips together as she gave the tip of his dick a small kiss before standing up. He turned his head away as she unbuttoned the front of her dress, still managing to notice in his peripheral vision when she slipped it off.
“What's the matter, Shawn?” Her voice sharpened and then softened again. “You're intimidated, aren't you? I can understand that. You don't need to be, though, I'm just a woman like any other. Just with a much smarter brain.”
She grabbed his chin, moving his head for him, making him look and he forced himself to keep his eyes open. He looked at her, at her small tits and the soft fullness of her stomach. If it had been any other situation he thought he might find her sexy, even brag that he'd rocked her world.
“I know I'm not as young as I used to be,” she said, her voice light as she followed his gaze. “But I'm pretty good looking if I do say so myself.”
Abruptly she let go of his chin, flicking her hand towards herself for emphasis and Shawn realized she was nervous. It wasn't a relieving thought though, just the opposite. He didn't want her to be human and he felt himself get angry that she'd made him see that about herself.
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to do something?” He asked harshly, almost not recognizing himself in the tone. It did the trick though, her laugh filling the room.
“Oh Shawn, always so impatient. They say good things come to those who wait.” She thoughtfully considered this for a second and then shook her head. “I always thought that phrase was stupid though.”
With that she was climbing onto the bed, one leg swinging up and over him. He watched all of it, wishing he could have an out of body experience right about now but feeling everything all to sharply as her fingers settled around him, guiding him into place. The pleasure of her sinking down onto him was horribly normal and he groaned low in his throat, reaching for and gripping the bedposts he was tied to.
Her jaw dropped as his dick slid fully into her, her eyes hooding as she gasped, clenching around him. It would be satisfying if he didn't feel so ashamed of his body having the exact same reaction to her as it did with someone he wanted to have sex with.
He clamped his mouth shut, gritting his teeth as she rose up and sank bank down slowly, her moan long and drawn out. She built into a gentle rhythm, clearly intent on making him last this time.
“Oh god, Shawn.” She sounded just like any other woman. “You... god... You feel so good...”
“Shut up.” The words came out sounding breathless and turned on and he shuddered. “Would you shut up at least while you're fucking?”
“How can I?” She settled down, rocking her hips and he moaned. “I want to tell tell you how sexy you look with your face flushed like that. How wet I get every time you make a noise that lets me know good this makes you feel. You're mine and every time we fuck you'll learn that a little more.”
He wanted to protest and tell her that he would never do that but even as he thought it, he knew it wasn't true. He would break, he wasn't that strong of a person and as he watched her hand slide in between them, touching herself, his eyes burned with tears he refused to shed.
It felt like forever but he knew it actually wasn't that long until she was grinding against him, her fingers rubbing frantically as her back arched. He could actually feel her clenching rhythmically around him, the most obscene sounding moans coming out of her mouth before she slumped forward, breathing heavily as her movements slowed to a stop.
He sagged back as she climbed off, closing his eyes and trying to catch his breath. Relief coursed through him that it was over and it wasn't until he let go of the bedposts that he realized exactly how hard he'd been holding onto them, his fingers cramping as he straightened them.
“Oh baby, did you not come?”
Shawn could almost swear that he felt the world grind to a halt, his eyes prying themselves open. He was shaking his head furiously even as she wrapped her fingers around him.
“No, no, I'm ok, it's fine.” The words tumbled over themselves. He tried frantically to think of something to say. “I think it should be all about the woman. You know, too many women focus on the man and that's just wrong.”
He thought it would probably work better if he didn't sound like he was panicking. She merely shook her head at him, a smile toying around the sides of her mouth.
“That was a nice try Shawn,” she cooed. “But I'm an old fashioned kind of girl and I like my men screaming my name in passion.”
He was going to mention that he still didn't know her name but it wasn't like it really mattered, in the long run. He tipped his head back as she tugged on his dick, inhaling as her other hand cupped his balls. He felt tired all of the sudden, unable to even respond to the stimulation.
She made a frustrated noise and he startled as she wrapped her lips around him again. He moaned as she sped up her hand movements, in time with her mouth, it hurt a little, the friction unpleasant when he so desperately wanted to finish it that he was psyching himself out.
“I...” he choked a little on what he was about to say. “It might go faster if you rub... you know, right underneath my...” He paused, wondering what to call them. Man danglies? Love basket? He barked out a laugh, unable to believe he was even thinking things like that while this was happening, and he finished the sentence on a near whisper. “Testicles.”
The only answer he got was a hum but she was apparently listening because a second later two fingers stroked across his perineum and he twisted at the sensation that sparked through him. He could feel his muscles tightening, preparing for orgasm even as the pleasure-to-pain ration tipped further into pain.
His hands jerked uselessly against the handcuffs, his bruised wrists aching and it came almost as a surprise as he tipped over the edge, his body tensing up and arching as a completely pleasureless orgasm washed over him. His stomach lurched and he had to swallow the urge to gag.
He sucked in air, trying to get his breathing back to normal and bring his heart rate down. He could feel it pounding in his throat and wrists and he was suddenly shaking, wondering if this would get better. He tried not to think the word rape but it screamed at him in his head and this was so much worse then last time. He hadn't thought it was possible to feel more violated but he'd been wrong and he didn't know how to deal with this.
It was the first time he'd really admitted to himself that he didn't have a handle on what was happening and he knew with sickening clarity that it was just going to keep spiraling further and further out of his control.
He looked over at her, humming as she slid back into her clothes, the dress swishing a little around her legs. She looked up as if she felt his gaze, giving him a little, teasing smile.
“Now I bet you're hungry.”
Pairing/Characters: Shawn/Yang
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con, Spoiler for the season three finale: Yang is a woman so this is het.
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Psych.
Summary: This argument was getting old and yet Shawn couldn't help himself, he kept starting it over and over again.
Word Count: 1693
Notes: Many thanks to
thepansythug for beta'ing this for me.Shawn didn't look over as the door opened. Didn't watch as her hips swished as she walked over with the tray of food. Didn't flinch when she ran her fingers through his hair. He stared up at the ceiling until her smiling face entered his view, blocking the tiles he'd been memorizing.
“When are you going to stop this pointless pouting?” Her voice was cheerful, almost as though she was talking to a sullen child. “You've been doing this for days, it's quite the ridiculous way to enter into your new life.”
“I was happy with my old life.” He couldn't stop himself from replying, no matter how much he tried. His compromise was his voice: flat and emotionless. “You know, that one you destroyed when you blew up my mom, dad, best friend, nemesis and possible love interest. That one.”
“That story had to end.” Her hands kept touching him, running softly over every part of him she could reach, and his arms flexed, trying of their own accord to free themselves from where she had him tied to the bed. “It's symmetry, it ending as ours began.”
“You chloroformed me and blew up a drive-in theater,” he started to say, but she was already shaking her head, the smile that he hated so much creeping onto her face.
“They didn't matter,” she said.
This argument was getting old and yet Shawn couldn't help himself, he kept starting it over and over again.
“They weren't as smart as you," she continued. "They didn't deserve you. I deserve you. I earned you.”
Her hands moved lower and he went cold. Oh god, not this, not again.
He tipped his head back, closing his eyes as she popped the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down, the sound's normal volume feeling odd when it sounded so loud in his head. Loud and final.
“No, come on.” His voice wasn't more then a whisper, the lump forming in his throat made it difficult to speak. “Please, I don't-”
“Don't say you don't want this,” she said softly. He was willing to bet she thought it was romantic, her fingers slipping under the band of his briefs, pressing softly over the skin as they moved downwards. He twisted his hips away from her as far as he could but he knew that it was more a futile gesture then an actual attempt to escape her touch.
They both knew he couldn't get away; the raw red marks on his wrists were proof of that. She merely laughed at his helpless movement, the smile broadening when she reached her target, hand curling around him. He jerked, gritting his teeth and wishing it didn't still feel good when you didn't want it.
He started naming all of Gus' comic books, trying to be as alphabetical as possible. It was either the thought process or merely the thought of Gus but he actually managed to stay soft. It was a small rebellion but one he still allowed himself to feel satisfied at.
Her hand finally slowed its motions and he let out a small gasp of relief, finally opening his eyes. It turned out to be a mistake; the first thing that filled his vision was her grin of delight as he felt her fingers closing around the band on his jeans, her nails scraping lightly against him.
She hadn't done that last time and even though he'd known how much was out of his control, his heart rate still accelerated in panic. She tugged his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh, leaning back to look him over, her eyebrows arching.
“I chose well,” she said smugly, running her nails over his hips and down to his thighs. “You're more then just the smartest man I've come across, you're also very well put together. I have got to start trusting my instincts more often.”
He tried to think of a reply but he was coming up with nothing, his mind blanking. It had been happening more and more since that night and he couldn't help but see what Gus's reaction would be to him not having anything to say. He swallowed, fighting the urge to break down and have a good man-cry at this whole damn situation.
She didn't give him any more time to dwell, leaning forward and licking a stripe over him. She paused again, giving him a teasing smile.
“You can stop looking so fretful, you're in good hands and an even better mouth.” She laughed at her own joke. “I've been told I'm quite good at this. Of course, it was from men who thought – correctly - that I was going to kill them so it might have been lies but I choose to believe different. You can understand that I'm sure.”
He felt a bit sick as she took it fully into her mouth, not just because of what she'd said but at his feeling of gratefulness that at least a blowjob meant that she'd stopped talking. She hadn't been lying either, she knew just how to use her tongue and he moaned miserably as he hardened, slowly but surely.
She hummed, looking satisfied and he pressed his lips together as she gave the tip of his dick a small kiss before standing up. He turned his head away as she unbuttoned the front of her dress, still managing to notice in his peripheral vision when she slipped it off.
“What's the matter, Shawn?” Her voice sharpened and then softened again. “You're intimidated, aren't you? I can understand that. You don't need to be, though, I'm just a woman like any other. Just with a much smarter brain.”
She grabbed his chin, moving his head for him, making him look and he forced himself to keep his eyes open. He looked at her, at her small tits and the soft fullness of her stomach. If it had been any other situation he thought he might find her sexy, even brag that he'd rocked her world.
“I know I'm not as young as I used to be,” she said, her voice light as she followed his gaze. “But I'm pretty good looking if I do say so myself.”
Abruptly she let go of his chin, flicking her hand towards herself for emphasis and Shawn realized she was nervous. It wasn't a relieving thought though, just the opposite. He didn't want her to be human and he felt himself get angry that she'd made him see that about herself.
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to do something?” He asked harshly, almost not recognizing himself in the tone. It did the trick though, her laugh filling the room.
“Oh Shawn, always so impatient. They say good things come to those who wait.” She thoughtfully considered this for a second and then shook her head. “I always thought that phrase was stupid though.”
With that she was climbing onto the bed, one leg swinging up and over him. He watched all of it, wishing he could have an out of body experience right about now but feeling everything all to sharply as her fingers settled around him, guiding him into place. The pleasure of her sinking down onto him was horribly normal and he groaned low in his throat, reaching for and gripping the bedposts he was tied to.
Her jaw dropped as his dick slid fully into her, her eyes hooding as she gasped, clenching around him. It would be satisfying if he didn't feel so ashamed of his body having the exact same reaction to her as it did with someone he wanted to have sex with.
He clamped his mouth shut, gritting his teeth as she rose up and sank bank down slowly, her moan long and drawn out. She built into a gentle rhythm, clearly intent on making him last this time.
“Oh god, Shawn.” She sounded just like any other woman. “You... god... You feel so good...”
“Shut up.” The words came out sounding breathless and turned on and he shuddered. “Would you shut up at least while you're fucking?”
“How can I?” She settled down, rocking her hips and he moaned. “I want to tell tell you how sexy you look with your face flushed like that. How wet I get every time you make a noise that lets me know good this makes you feel. You're mine and every time we fuck you'll learn that a little more.”
He wanted to protest and tell her that he would never do that but even as he thought it, he knew it wasn't true. He would break, he wasn't that strong of a person and as he watched her hand slide in between them, touching herself, his eyes burned with tears he refused to shed.
It felt like forever but he knew it actually wasn't that long until she was grinding against him, her fingers rubbing frantically as her back arched. He could actually feel her clenching rhythmically around him, the most obscene sounding moans coming out of her mouth before she slumped forward, breathing heavily as her movements slowed to a stop.
He sagged back as she climbed off, closing his eyes and trying to catch his breath. Relief coursed through him that it was over and it wasn't until he let go of the bedposts that he realized exactly how hard he'd been holding onto them, his fingers cramping as he straightened them.
“Oh baby, did you not come?”
Shawn could almost swear that he felt the world grind to a halt, his eyes prying themselves open. He was shaking his head furiously even as she wrapped her fingers around him.
“No, no, I'm ok, it's fine.” The words tumbled over themselves. He tried frantically to think of something to say. “I think it should be all about the woman. You know, too many women focus on the man and that's just wrong.”
He thought it would probably work better if he didn't sound like he was panicking. She merely shook her head at him, a smile toying around the sides of her mouth.
“That was a nice try Shawn,” she cooed. “But I'm an old fashioned kind of girl and I like my men screaming my name in passion.”
He was going to mention that he still didn't know her name but it wasn't like it really mattered, in the long run. He tipped his head back as she tugged on his dick, inhaling as her other hand cupped his balls. He felt tired all of the sudden, unable to even respond to the stimulation.
She made a frustrated noise and he startled as she wrapped her lips around him again. He moaned as she sped up her hand movements, in time with her mouth, it hurt a little, the friction unpleasant when he so desperately wanted to finish it that he was psyching himself out.
“I...” he choked a little on what he was about to say. “It might go faster if you rub... you know, right underneath my...” He paused, wondering what to call them. Man danglies? Love basket? He barked out a laugh, unable to believe he was even thinking things like that while this was happening, and he finished the sentence on a near whisper. “Testicles.”
The only answer he got was a hum but she was apparently listening because a second later two fingers stroked across his perineum and he twisted at the sensation that sparked through him. He could feel his muscles tightening, preparing for orgasm even as the pleasure-to-pain ration tipped further into pain.
His hands jerked uselessly against the handcuffs, his bruised wrists aching and it came almost as a surprise as he tipped over the edge, his body tensing up and arching as a completely pleasureless orgasm washed over him. His stomach lurched and he had to swallow the urge to gag.
He sucked in air, trying to get his breathing back to normal and bring his heart rate down. He could feel it pounding in his throat and wrists and he was suddenly shaking, wondering if this would get better. He tried not to think the word rape but it screamed at him in his head and this was so much worse then last time. He hadn't thought it was possible to feel more violated but he'd been wrong and he didn't know how to deal with this.
It was the first time he'd really admitted to himself that he didn't have a handle on what was happening and he knew with sickening clarity that it was just going to keep spiraling further and further out of his control.
He looked over at her, humming as she slid back into her clothes, the dress swishing a little around her legs. She looked up as if she felt his gaze, giving him a little, teasing smile.
“Now I bet you're hungry.”
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Date: 2010-02-16 11:39 pm (UTC)There are no plans for one but that's pretty much only because I have no idea what I'd write about. I wrote this because I'm fucked up and like writing twisted things.