Clipped - 1/3
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flwrpwr_vampyre Title: Clipped - 1/3
Pairing: Bennet/West
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flying_monkees for Beta-ing me and aussievamp for the title and help with all the warnings
Spoilers: Light 2.07
Warnings: Dub_con, bondage, hurt/comfort, chan
Summary: West couldn’t even breathe he was so panicked.
West couldn’t even breathe he was so panicked. It had happened again. This time he’d found out the girl he’d fallen in love with was involved. He’d flown away in a panic and arrived home to find the Haitian man waiting there.
Now he was in the middle of some kind of warehouse, naked, his arms tied together above his head to some kind of chain from the ceiling. He’d tried to fly, tried over and over again and nothing was happening. He felt young, helpless, and very trapped.
“You might as well stop wasting your time. You can’t fly, not with my friend nearby.”
He jerked around at the sound of the smooth controlled voice. His voice. West tried once again to fly as terror closed his throat. He realized he was having a panic attack and tried to convey this as blackness crept up on his vision.
When he came to he was in the same position, the chains around his wrists digging in. He quickly straightened up, relieved them of the weight they’d been holding. The man with the glasses was sitting a couple of feet off, just watching him, a slight smile on his face.
He was suddenly aware of exactly how naked he was. The chill from the air seeping into his skin, his feet bare on the cold ground. The way that Mr. Bennet looked at him made him feel even more exposed, if that was possible.
He backed as far away as could, his arms stretched above his head almost painfully.
“No,” he rasped. “No, this isn’t happening. I just need to wake up.”
He closed his eyes tight, willing himself out of this nightmare. They snapped back open when he felt a hand at his cheek and the man was standing right next to him, smiling with cool eyes as he stroked West’s face. This was real, not another one of his terrible dreams.
“My, you’ve grown up,” the man remarked conversationally. “Grown up prettier then I would have expected. You look like an angel.”
West started shaking at this, cold and panic mixing equally. This was so much worse then anything he could have imagined happening to him during his missing day. He looked around in terror and didn’t see the Haitian. Hope filled his chest and he tried to fly again. There was nothing, he felt weighted down in a way he hadn’t in years. Claire’s father just laughed at the attempt.
“My friend didn’t want to be in the room while I had my little ‘discussion’ with you but he can still affect your powers. You’re mine until I’m done with you.”
The hand moved down from West’s face to his chest. The boy tried to shrink as far back as possible but he was stretched back as far as he could go. He licked his lips, preparing to speak again.
“I don’t understand. You took me when I was younger but I don’t even remember that. I didn’t realize that Claire was your daughter, I didn’t mean to-” The taller man interrupted him.
“Didn’t mean to what? Convince her to break the rules I set up for her? To expose herself to people who could hurt her? To defile my innocent daughter?”
The hand on his chest shifted to his arm and squeezed painfully. He cried out, shaking his head. His words tumbled over each other.
“No, I mean, we didn’t- I would never- I told her so!”
Bennet smiled coldly at him. “That only answered the last question. You acted like a reckless teenager and convinced my Claire to do the same. Since she’s proving remarkably resistant to punishment it looks like I’ll have to find another way to get to her. And keep you two apart.”
He walked over to the chair and picked up something coiled beside it. West had been too preoccupied with the man to notice anything else and he almost passed out again when he saw what it was.
Bennet snapped the whip, clearly familiar with it. West was now too frightened to even shake, he merely cowered in his position as far away from the other man as he could get.
“Here are the rules,” Bennet stated, sounding far away over the sound of West’s own heart. “You will stand back where you started, legs spread. If you move away when you’re struck you will move immediately back into position. If I feel you’re taking too long I will strike you where ever I please. Otherwise, I will stick to your ass and back. Understand?”
West nodded almost without thinking, too sucked into what the words meant to respond in any other manner. He stayed frozen in place though, too terrified to make his legs move. His whole body felt disconnected and he begged Bennet with his eyes to realize this, to not think he was defying him.
The man looked almost exasperated. He strode over to West muttering something to himself that the petrified boy didn’t even try to catch. Once the older man started positioning him he snapped back into the present and did his best to move on his own.
When Bennet stepped back and looked satisfied he thought about how he must look, stretched out with his legs splayed in an only barely comfortable position. Bennet moved out of sight behind him and he moved his head to try and see him while trying to breathe and prepare himself for what was coming.
“Look forward,” Bennet commanded and he obeyed instantly, but not before he had caught a glimpse of dilated pupils that looked... lustful?
He didn’t have time to think about it before the whip landed and it was even more painful then he thought it would be and he screamed, his knees buckling. He barely had time to straighten them before it landed again and again and again. He screamed at each stroke and in between them he begged No, please stop, I’ll do anything. I can’t do this. It hurts, please, I can’t.
Then the whip struck the small of his back and he felt like it had struck clear to the bone, he couldn’t even breathe as he scrambled away and twisted around to his captor. He realized as soon as he did this that it was a mistake. He saw the whip coming at him now and time stopped when it struck his testicles.
He folded in on himself, unaware that the movement left him hanging in midair. There was the sound of someone screaming, someone far away and he wondered what could hurt them that was more excruciating then this.
When the pain subsided, was only an ache in his balls, he realized that Bennet was there, that he was wrapped around the man saying things like I’m sorry and Never again. That there were tears on his cheeks and that the man was smoothing his hair and whispering soothing things and also So gorgeous, you were perfect.
Then the taller man was kissing him and his brain, overloaded on sensation, just quit, letting his body take over and his body wanted this. Wanted comfort from the man that had hurt it.
He moaned into the kisses, gasping at the hands that moved over him, wanting to touch him but when he squirmed desperately and tried to indicate this, Bennet shushed him.
“I want you like this.”
And somehow that made him hard. He thrust himself against the other man who was managing to remove his clothes while keeping them together, keeping his legs around him.
Bennet chuckled and suddenly there were slick fingers pushing into him and he was keening, making noises that he didn’t know he could make. He moved back against them, wanting more, wanting something he couldn’t even describe.
Then it was there, wet and solid and so big. It hurt, but only a little in comparison, and then it was in him and it stayed there until he panted and moved and whimpered with need. It was like something broke and the other man moved and it was hard and fast and West wanted to move against him but Bennet held his hips and all he could do was whimper out words filled with lust as sensation crashed through him. Words like fuck, harder, need you, god, yes there, and oh fuck yes!
Then Bennet was stroking him and he screamed as his orgasm pulsed through him, feeling like it was being pulled out of every part of him. The other man groaned as he followed and West watched the features contort and felt something like satisfaction.
He panted as he rested his forehead against Bennet’s shoulder, trying to bring himself back under control. This was hard to do with the man’s hardness still pulsing inside him, like a second, strangely comforting, heartbeat.
Bennet pulled out, leaving West feeling oddly empty as he unwrapped his legs and settled his feet back on the floor, feeling its coldness now more then ever. Bennet looked him over, smirking and he flushed as he imagined how he looked with his arms above his head, whip marks on his ass, lips swollen and cum trickling down his thigh.
He watched as Bennet reached up and unlocked the chains and reality crashed down around him as his arms were freed. He rubbed his wrists and then crossed them over his chest, feeling exposed and horrified as he realized he’d just been fucked by the man who had been in his nightmares his whole life, by his girlfriend’s father. That he had begged for it after the man had kidnapped him again and, and whipped him.
“Are you going to erase my memory now?” He knew he sounded bitter and when the man merely gave him an amused smile he felt very young.
“No, this was a lesson and a warning. You are to stay away from my Claire and feel free to give her any excuse you feel comfortable with. Just stay away. You thought you couldn’t handle what I did today? If I catch you around my daughter again, today will seem like a slap on the wrist. Got it?”
West nodded and was shocked when Bennet strode over and kissed him fiercely. He blinked, unable to respond and felt the man’s laugh against his lips.
“Besides that, I don’t know if you realize this but I think you’re barking up the wrong tree with her. You seem to have other interests. You should perhaps look into those.”
West burned with humiliation; he’d shoved that part of him far away in middle school when he’d gotten teased for being too pretty and when a thoughtless remark about another boy in the class had gotten him beaten up. He’d realized then that kids his age didn’t understand, and that if he didn’t change he’d face more of the same for a long time. He’d built up such a careful façade and this man had torn in down in a couple of hours.
“I think I know what I am,” he snapped, feeling defensive.
Bennet shrugged as though it didn’t really matter.
“Fine. Your clothes are over in that corner. We’ll take you home.”
West dressed slowly, wishing that they would take his memory. He bit his lip at how painful getting dressed was and traced the line of now-dried cum with his fingers before slipping his pants on.
He took back the thought, as terrible as parts of this had been; if he ignored who it was with he could admit to himself that the sex had been amazing. He stomped the thought down. He had to get back to real life and in real life West had to be a robot.
Pairing: Bennet/West
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Thanks to
flying_monkees for Beta-ing me and aussievamp for the title and help with all the warningsSpoilers: Light 2.07
Warnings: Dub_con, bondage, hurt/comfort, chan
Summary: West couldn’t even breathe he was so panicked.
West couldn’t even breathe he was so panicked. It had happened again. This time he’d found out the girl he’d fallen in love with was involved. He’d flown away in a panic and arrived home to find the Haitian man waiting there.
Now he was in the middle of some kind of warehouse, naked, his arms tied together above his head to some kind of chain from the ceiling. He’d tried to fly, tried over and over again and nothing was happening. He felt young, helpless, and very trapped.
“You might as well stop wasting your time. You can’t fly, not with my friend nearby.”
He jerked around at the sound of the smooth controlled voice. His voice. West tried once again to fly as terror closed his throat. He realized he was having a panic attack and tried to convey this as blackness crept up on his vision.
When he came to he was in the same position, the chains around his wrists digging in. He quickly straightened up, relieved them of the weight they’d been holding. The man with the glasses was sitting a couple of feet off, just watching him, a slight smile on his face.
He was suddenly aware of exactly how naked he was. The chill from the air seeping into his skin, his feet bare on the cold ground. The way that Mr. Bennet looked at him made him feel even more exposed, if that was possible.
He backed as far away as could, his arms stretched above his head almost painfully.
“No,” he rasped. “No, this isn’t happening. I just need to wake up.”
He closed his eyes tight, willing himself out of this nightmare. They snapped back open when he felt a hand at his cheek and the man was standing right next to him, smiling with cool eyes as he stroked West’s face. This was real, not another one of his terrible dreams.
“My, you’ve grown up,” the man remarked conversationally. “Grown up prettier then I would have expected. You look like an angel.”
West started shaking at this, cold and panic mixing equally. This was so much worse then anything he could have imagined happening to him during his missing day. He looked around in terror and didn’t see the Haitian. Hope filled his chest and he tried to fly again. There was nothing, he felt weighted down in a way he hadn’t in years. Claire’s father just laughed at the attempt.
“My friend didn’t want to be in the room while I had my little ‘discussion’ with you but he can still affect your powers. You’re mine until I’m done with you.”
The hand moved down from West’s face to his chest. The boy tried to shrink as far back as possible but he was stretched back as far as he could go. He licked his lips, preparing to speak again.
“I don’t understand. You took me when I was younger but I don’t even remember that. I didn’t realize that Claire was your daughter, I didn’t mean to-” The taller man interrupted him.
“Didn’t mean to what? Convince her to break the rules I set up for her? To expose herself to people who could hurt her? To defile my innocent daughter?”
The hand on his chest shifted to his arm and squeezed painfully. He cried out, shaking his head. His words tumbled over each other.
“No, I mean, we didn’t- I would never- I told her so!”
Bennet smiled coldly at him. “That only answered the last question. You acted like a reckless teenager and convinced my Claire to do the same. Since she’s proving remarkably resistant to punishment it looks like I’ll have to find another way to get to her. And keep you two apart.”
He walked over to the chair and picked up something coiled beside it. West had been too preoccupied with the man to notice anything else and he almost passed out again when he saw what it was.
Bennet snapped the whip, clearly familiar with it. West was now too frightened to even shake, he merely cowered in his position as far away from the other man as he could get.
“Here are the rules,” Bennet stated, sounding far away over the sound of West’s own heart. “You will stand back where you started, legs spread. If you move away when you’re struck you will move immediately back into position. If I feel you’re taking too long I will strike you where ever I please. Otherwise, I will stick to your ass and back. Understand?”
West nodded almost without thinking, too sucked into what the words meant to respond in any other manner. He stayed frozen in place though, too terrified to make his legs move. His whole body felt disconnected and he begged Bennet with his eyes to realize this, to not think he was defying him.
The man looked almost exasperated. He strode over to West muttering something to himself that the petrified boy didn’t even try to catch. Once the older man started positioning him he snapped back into the present and did his best to move on his own.
When Bennet stepped back and looked satisfied he thought about how he must look, stretched out with his legs splayed in an only barely comfortable position. Bennet moved out of sight behind him and he moved his head to try and see him while trying to breathe and prepare himself for what was coming.
“Look forward,” Bennet commanded and he obeyed instantly, but not before he had caught a glimpse of dilated pupils that looked... lustful?
He didn’t have time to think about it before the whip landed and it was even more painful then he thought it would be and he screamed, his knees buckling. He barely had time to straighten them before it landed again and again and again. He screamed at each stroke and in between them he begged No, please stop, I’ll do anything. I can’t do this. It hurts, please, I can’t.
Then the whip struck the small of his back and he felt like it had struck clear to the bone, he couldn’t even breathe as he scrambled away and twisted around to his captor. He realized as soon as he did this that it was a mistake. He saw the whip coming at him now and time stopped when it struck his testicles.
He folded in on himself, unaware that the movement left him hanging in midair. There was the sound of someone screaming, someone far away and he wondered what could hurt them that was more excruciating then this.
When the pain subsided, was only an ache in his balls, he realized that Bennet was there, that he was wrapped around the man saying things like I’m sorry and Never again. That there were tears on his cheeks and that the man was smoothing his hair and whispering soothing things and also So gorgeous, you were perfect.
Then the taller man was kissing him and his brain, overloaded on sensation, just quit, letting his body take over and his body wanted this. Wanted comfort from the man that had hurt it.
He moaned into the kisses, gasping at the hands that moved over him, wanting to touch him but when he squirmed desperately and tried to indicate this, Bennet shushed him.
“I want you like this.”
And somehow that made him hard. He thrust himself against the other man who was managing to remove his clothes while keeping them together, keeping his legs around him.
Bennet chuckled and suddenly there were slick fingers pushing into him and he was keening, making noises that he didn’t know he could make. He moved back against them, wanting more, wanting something he couldn’t even describe.
Then it was there, wet and solid and so big. It hurt, but only a little in comparison, and then it was in him and it stayed there until he panted and moved and whimpered with need. It was like something broke and the other man moved and it was hard and fast and West wanted to move against him but Bennet held his hips and all he could do was whimper out words filled with lust as sensation crashed through him. Words like fuck, harder, need you, god, yes there, and oh fuck yes!
Then Bennet was stroking him and he screamed as his orgasm pulsed through him, feeling like it was being pulled out of every part of him. The other man groaned as he followed and West watched the features contort and felt something like satisfaction.
He panted as he rested his forehead against Bennet’s shoulder, trying to bring himself back under control. This was hard to do with the man’s hardness still pulsing inside him, like a second, strangely comforting, heartbeat.
Bennet pulled out, leaving West feeling oddly empty as he unwrapped his legs and settled his feet back on the floor, feeling its coldness now more then ever. Bennet looked him over, smirking and he flushed as he imagined how he looked with his arms above his head, whip marks on his ass, lips swollen and cum trickling down his thigh.
He watched as Bennet reached up and unlocked the chains and reality crashed down around him as his arms were freed. He rubbed his wrists and then crossed them over his chest, feeling exposed and horrified as he realized he’d just been fucked by the man who had been in his nightmares his whole life, by his girlfriend’s father. That he had begged for it after the man had kidnapped him again and, and whipped him.
“Are you going to erase my memory now?” He knew he sounded bitter and when the man merely gave him an amused smile he felt very young.
“No, this was a lesson and a warning. You are to stay away from my Claire and feel free to give her any excuse you feel comfortable with. Just stay away. You thought you couldn’t handle what I did today? If I catch you around my daughter again, today will seem like a slap on the wrist. Got it?”
West nodded and was shocked when Bennet strode over and kissed him fiercely. He blinked, unable to respond and felt the man’s laugh against his lips.
“Besides that, I don’t know if you realize this but I think you’re barking up the wrong tree with her. You seem to have other interests. You should perhaps look into those.”
West burned with humiliation; he’d shoved that part of him far away in middle school when he’d gotten teased for being too pretty and when a thoughtless remark about another boy in the class had gotten him beaten up. He’d realized then that kids his age didn’t understand, and that if he didn’t change he’d face more of the same for a long time. He’d built up such a careful façade and this man had torn in down in a couple of hours.
“I think I know what I am,” he snapped, feeling defensive.
Bennet shrugged as though it didn’t really matter.
“Fine. Your clothes are over in that corner. We’ll take you home.”
West dressed slowly, wishing that they would take his memory. He bit his lip at how painful getting dressed was and traced the line of now-dried cum with his fingers before slipping his pants on.
He took back the thought, as terrible as parts of this had been; if he ignored who it was with he could admit to himself that the sex had been amazing. He stomped the thought down. He had to get back to real life and in real life West had to be a robot.
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(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-17 07:45 pm (UTC)I am not that much for slash between Bennet and WEst but I have to admit that you made it interesting!!
Hee! Bondage-fetish!!
I loved how descriptive you were with positioning and everything!!!
Good vocabulay always fascinates me since English is not my native language!!
I envy you guys! lol
(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-17 08:11 pm (UTC)I try to be really descriptive with positions because I hate fics where you're reading and you try to picture how they're positioned and you realize that it's not humanly possible for them move if they're in 'x' position.
What is your native language?
Don't envy us, English is a ridiculous language.
(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-17 08:12 pm (UTC)Exactly!!! It is so much better if the description is complete, you know?
Just have someone paint the picture for you...
I am Greek! :)
So, Greek is my native language! :)
(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-17 08:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-17 09:42 pm (UTC)The episodes that air now arethose of Season 1.
But I dld the new ones! =D
(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-18 04:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-18 03:17 pm (UTC)=D
(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-18 06:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-18 03:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-18 04:30 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it!
(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-21 08:04 pm (UTC)Wow ...
That was ...
Gross and perfect ...
Bondage is nasty ... especially when teenagers and middle-aged men are concerned ... oh ew I've gotta go and wash out my brain ...
This was fantastic and yicky.
“Besides that, I don’t know if you realize this but I think you’re barking up the wrong tree with her. You seem to have other interests. You should perhaps look into those.”
West burned with humiliation; he’d shoved that part of him far away in middle school when he’d gotten teased for being too pretty and when a thoughtless remark about another boy in the class had gotten him beaten up. He’d realized then that kids his age didn’t understand, and that if he didn’t change he’d face more of the same for a long time. He’d built up such a careful façade and this man had torn in down in a couple of hours.
"I think I know what I am,” he snapped, feeling defensive.
*huggles West* Disturbing Bennet sex and being a closeted gay in an American high school ... sheesh!
(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-21 09:38 pm (UTC)West kinda liked it. I think he might have daddy issues. (But who on the show doesn't. lol)
(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-22 12:22 am (UTC)I am seldom that confuzzeled and contradictory in my comments. You achieved something special.
*grins* But at least I got into your brainz.. LOL
Harumph ...
West kinda liked it.
I got THAT ...
I think he might have daddy issues. (But who on the show doesn't. lol)
Erm ... *thinks* Micah! Wait ... DL was in jail for a while ... nevermind ... well, he had the best dad ...
(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-22 01:20 am (UTC)I kinda lurves West now. Hehe
Sylar has more mommy issues but he seems to have some daddy ones too.
(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-22 01:58 am (UTC)I can see why you would ... it still sorta squicks me out though ...
I kinda lurves West now. Hehe
I tolerate Riley Finn now after that badass HRG-Flight-of-DOOM and the Elle-tackle. Anyone who harms Elle or takes her hostage is my hero.
Sylar has more mommy issues but he seems to have some daddy ones too.
Oh hell yeah. And people ask why we think he's gay ... *kicks steryotypes*
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-01 08:21 pm (UTC)So fucking hot. Your Bennet is such a badass pervo, just as he should be.
...He realized as soon as he did this that it was a mistake. He saw the whip coming at him now and time stopped when it struck his testicles....He folded in on himself, unaware that the movement left him hanging in midair.
West is most appealing when screaming in pain, isn't he? Great story.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-01 09:27 pm (UTC)Sane
Date: 2008-07-18 09:52 pm (UTC)Re: Sane
Date: 2008-07-18 10:07 pm (UTC)