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Post a pairing/solo/threesome/moresome/whatever the hell you want + a kink, anonymously.
+ Anyone/anything from the Bioshock universe is allowed.
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POSTING
Post a pairing/solo/threesome/moresome/whatever the hell you want + a kink, anonymously.
+ Anyone/anything from the Bioshock universe is allowed.
+ No OCs. Unless it's done for extreme lulz.
+ All prompts must have a kink. Can't have a kink meme without the kink! Check out the master list here for some ideas.
FILLS
This request will then (hopefully) be filled out by someone else, also done anonymously.
+ The request can be filled out either as a drabble or an artwork!
+ If you're doing an artwork, TinyPic is your friend, Anon! Sometimes. If you're concerned about TinyPic's strange little issue with porn, PostImage is your brand new best friend!
+ Multiple people can fill out one prompt if they wish.
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April 3 2009, 04:04:34 UTC 3 years ago
Ryan/Cohen, cuddling
Breaking the ice here. Am I doing it right?Anonymous
April 5 2009, 04:28:32 UTC 3 years ago
Re: Ryan/Cohen, cuddling
((Mwahahaha I am the first to reply to a post at this kink meme, and I'm sorry that the characters are... slightly OOC. This wasn't the easiest to keep Ryan and Cohen in character for this prompt)------
Sander moaned, digging his nails into Ryan’s back one final time as he climaxed. With a gasp, Ryan followed suit and collapsed his sweat slicked body beside the artist. The only sound that followed was that of heavy breathing as the two tried to regain their breath as Andrew turned away from Cohen, rolling aside.
It didn’t take a genius for Sander to know that Ryan was embarrassed about what had just transpired, as an unwritten ‘do not talk about this to anyone’ remain unsaid between them. Men – especially successful, rich and highly important men – did not speak about their love affairs with other men; it just didn’t happen.
“So…” Cohen started off, breaking the silence, “I suppose you’ll be leaving in an hour?”
‘…like always?’ he didn’t add.
Andrew Ryan glanced over his shoulder to where his songbird stared at him expectantly. “Someone is bound to come looking for me if I stay too long.” He replied and left it at that.
They fell into silence.
The sweat that had been covering Sander’s body began to evaporate, leaving the artist to the mercy of the cold ocean air. He shivered and brought the bed covers tighter around his body, and squirmed closer to Andrew’s body.
He wrapped his arm around the entrepreneur’s waist, who tensed in reply. “What are you doing?” Ryan asked, once again looking over his shoulder – seeming intent on keeping the incident as professional as possible.
“It’s freezing in here if you haven’t noticed,” Cohen tersely answered, “I’m trying to get warm, Andrei.”
The founder of Rapture wasn’t one to… cuddle, at least not with Sander he wasn’t, so it surprised the songbird when Ryan rolled over to face him and pulled him closer. He looked up at him, “What are you doing?” Cohen asked, eyebrow quirked.
“It’s freezing in here if you haven’t noticed,” Andrew answered with a smug looking smirk, “I’m trying to get warm.”
Cohen had no answer to that, so they lay once again in silence and in warmth. They followed the same routine every time they slept together: they’d fuck; they’d lay in an awkward silence until they fell asleep, and then Ryan would leave an hour later as Sander pretended to sleep.
Neither of them knew why they continued this song and dance nearly every week, but for some reason they’d find themselves grinding against each other, panting and moaning for one another like animals in heat, trapped between the bed sheets.
The songbird borrowed himself closer to Ryan’s warm body; he wasn’t going to fool himself into thinking that this was more than just a one-night-stand; a casual fuck that no one could ever know about. The giant elephant that resided in Andrew Ryan’s skeleton closet – but as the other’s arms wrapped around him and they basked in each others post-coital warmth, Sander Cohen found himself beginning to care less and less about the needed secrecy of their affair.
And after a time, they slept.
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Sorry this isn't very good, like said earlier: it wasn't a very easy prompt to keep in character and Sander came out to be a bit of... well a girl XD And there's only implied sex in it *fail*
But I hope we get this going and that OP at least enjoyed my fill somewhat =DDD
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April 4 2009, 02:35:29 UTC 3 years ago
Steinman/Cohen - Artist
...I feel bad about making a request and no fills, so I may try my hand at the request above. I just hope someone will do the same for mine =D?(Smut would be preferred, but I shall not be picky.)
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April 7 2009, 05:19:45 UTC 3 years ago
Re: Steinman/Cohen - Artist
I'm, uh, trying to write something for this. Because I sort of totally love Steinman. (I'm not super great at writing so don't get too excited or anything but I'll do my very bestest, bb ♥)Anonymous
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April 4 2009, 19:30:45 UTC 3 years ago
Autoerotic asphyxiation
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April 5 2009, 05:14:22 UTC 3 years ago
Fontaine/Jack-Slavery
a small fic please? ( :>Anonymous
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Re: Fontaine/Jack-Slavery
WHY HAS NO ONE TOUCHED THIS? CRUEL INJUSTICE.Anonymous
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April 5 2009, 20:28:40 UTC 3 years ago
Atlas-or-Fontaine/Jack, dub-con and mind-control
::waves to upthread anonymous:: let's be friends! :)Anonymous
April 5 2009, 20:49:23 UTC 3 years ago
Re: Atlas-or-Fontaine/Jack, dub-con and mind-control
*waves back* :Dyes lets!
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April 12 2009, 00:53:46 UTC 3 years ago
Ryan/Cohen or Fontaine/Diane
can I just say anybodyxanybody because i'm desperate for good bioshock story, no matter who it's aboutryan/cohen or cohen/ryan - kink:ludicrous costumes
& inappropriate musical interludesor fontaine/diane - foreplay,oral and or bdsm
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February 19 2010, 16:08:49 UTC 2 years ago
Re: Ryan/Cohen or Fontaine/Diane
I'm afraid I'm not enough of a writer to make a good story out of these, BUT I DEFINITELY wanna draw that Ryan/Cohen one. xDD lollollolI'll have it in a few days. <33333
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April 12 2009, 02:04:47 UTC 3 years ago
FontaineorAtlas/Jack :Sadism
Oh dear, I feel bad for asking this.Anonymous
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Re: FontaineorAtlas/Jack :Sadism
Should I feel bad for wanting to draw something for this?Anonymous
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April 12 2009, 03:56:32 UTC 3 years ago
Johnny/Fitzpatrick - Hurt/comfort
They both exist only to die, so why not? :DAnonymous
April 12 2009, 11:41:20 UTC 3 years ago
Re: Johnny/Fitzpatrick - Hurt/comfort
Glad I'm not the only one that kinda likes this pairing.I'll try do something ;)
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April 12 2009, 05:20:33 UTC 3 years ago
girl-on-girl!
Tenenbaum/Langford - science!(Actually, I will be all over anything with femmeslash like white on rice. Just sayin'.)
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April 19 2009, 13:34:28 UTC 3 years ago
Re: girl-on-girl!
I'm definately going to draw something for this <3Anonymous
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April 13 2009, 00:53:26 UTC 3 years ago
Fontaine, splicing and masturbation
"Don't know what I was thinkin'. Never spliced up once the whole time I was down here in this aquarium. Figured it was bad to mix business with pleasure, but WHOOO!"(Anon is welcome to pick whoever (s)he wants him to fantasize about if you prefer hints of a pairing)
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April 14 2009, 01:54:21 UTC 3 years ago
Re: Fontaine, splicing and masturbation
I like how you think~I think I might take a stab at this one.
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April 14 2009, 02:40:27 UTC 3 years ago
Sander Cohen/Silas Cobb
AH USED TO LOVE YOU. AH USED TO THINK YOU WERE A MUSICAL GENIUS.KNOW WHY?
BECAUSE YOU PAID MAH RENT.
he was paying silas's rent for a reason >D
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April 14 2009, 02:49:45 UTC 3 years ago
Re: Sander Cohen/Silas Cobb
I'd love to write something for this, but what's the kink? Or should I just leave it to my imagination? >x3Anonymous
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April 15 2009, 22:41:56 UTC 3 years ago
Sander Cohen/ Any (or all) Disciples - Humility
Sander's disciple (of Anon's choice) or all 4 of his disiples get sick of Cohen's 'holier-than-thou' attitude and decide that Sander has too much pride. They/He decides to teach him some humility (or modesty) with some very sexy means >DAnonymous
April 21 2009, 01:31:53 UTC 3 years ago
Re: Sander Cohen/ Any (or all) Disciples - Humility
I like your idea, Anon. I might give this a try.Anonymous
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April 20 2009, 05:32:34 UTC 3 years ago
Ryan/Cohen or Cohen/Fitzpatric - Piano sex
That's right. You heard me.Piano sex.~♪
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April 20 2009, 11:55:09 UTC 3 years ago
Re: Ryan/Cohen or Cohen/Fitzpatric - Piano sex
SECONDED HARD.Anonymous
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April 28 2009, 09:14:45 UTC 3 years ago
Sullivan/Timmy H. - Hatesex
Oh God does anyone even remember this audio diary or am I just wishing on stars.Anonymous
April 28 2009, 20:57:11 UTC 3 years ago
Re: Sullivan/Timmy H. - Hatesex
SECONDED PLEASEHaha, and I thought I was the only one.
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April 30 2009, 23:08:54 UTC 3 years ago
Ryan/Cohen - Drunk Sex
Because in all honesty, Sander has about a bajillion bottles of absinthe in his room and office. It needs to be put to good use.Anonymous
May 1 2009, 02:45:28 UTC 3 years ago
Re: Ryan/Cohen - Drunk Sex
This anon agrees and can't wait to see if someone decides to tackle this one. :DAnonymous
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May 3 2009, 17:14:48 UTC 3 years ago
Jack/Splicer, Aphrodisiac
Jack gets a new plasmid that has...interesting results.I mean, there was supposedly a plasmid for everything...
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June 30 2009, 02:11:41 UTC 2 years ago
Re: Jack/Splicer, Aphrodisiac -- Summer's Eve (1/4)
'Dean? Dean! Where are you, you big hunk of man? Don't ya wanna do me? Do me nasty?!'Jack wrenched his eyes shut as he crouched further into the bushes. The splicer's (Jack had decided to call her "Baby Jane") voice was shrill and panicked; it was also beginning to give him a headache.
It had been sometime between creating the Lazarus Vector to revive the Arcadia trees, and Atlas telling him to get his 'skinny arse' into the 'bloody bathysphere' that he had gotten himself lost. Horribly lost. He had been following one of the grassy paths that he thought would take him to the Rapture Metro. Instead of bringing him to the Metro, though, the path had actually brought him to another extremely-overgrown Japanese tea garden that he hadn't noticed in his initial prowl through Arcadia.
The shortwave radio had fizzled out soon after. Atlas' calm and collected voice no longer provided any company for him. This left Jack feeling strangely alone.
Beaten, tired, hungry, and sick of eating those stupid Pep bars that tasted better than he supposed they should have, he had come to sit in this little garden to gather his bearings and figure out what to do next. Retracing his footsteps would be possible, of course; but there was no telling how many of the damn mutants were running around Arcadia now. The Lazarus Vector had stirred them up like a nest of some kind of weird breed of humanoid hornet; if he sat still and quiet enough, he could hear them screaming, moaning, and even singing far off about God-knew-who doing God-knew-what. Until then, he had just been content in sitting and waiting for a few moments. Just a few.
He could see how the tea garden could have once been nice. Perhaps Dieter Sonnekalb in the audio diary had been right: Nothing gets the betties in the mood like nighttime in Arcadia. It could have been a place where Rapturian teenagers took their lovers after a date at the theatre. A proverbial Lover's Lane, perhaps.
... if it weren't for the fact it was now crawling with splicers. Baby Jane, who had been raving about Dean (whoever that was) had been pacing the tea garden for the last fifteen minutes. Jack had seen her waltz in and had just barely had time to duck behind a thick, unattended bush before she could notice him.
She looked like she was carrying a tommy gun, and Jack was pretty sure his beaten body wasn't ready to handle one of those again; not just yet. He decided it was best to just wait until the Splicer left.
Except that she wasn't leaving.
"Dean! Dean? Come on out here, big boy! I gotta surprise for ya! DEAN!" She yelled, pacing back and forth, back and forth. Her voice sent waves of pain ricocheting off the back of Jack's skull. He put his pistol down long enough to rub his temples with his fingertips. "Why won't Dean come out, Mr. Fluffytail? Doesn't he LOVE ME?"
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May 5 2009, 23:45:46 UTC 3 years ago
Fontaine/Tenenbaum
ANYTHING GOES. Seriously, my friend asked me to make a request on here on her behalf and she's not picky.Do whatever you want Anon, as long as it includes Fontaine/Tenenbaum (or Fontbaum, as she calls it)
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May 6 2009, 03:03:09 UTC 3 years ago
Re: Fontaine/Tenenbaum
Wow, I agree. I would almost sell my firstborn for this pairing (kidding, kidding...). Any posts would be much appreciated!Anonymous
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May 7 2009, 14:12:33 UTC 3 years ago
Fontaine/Jack
Anything involves whipping ;]Anonymous
May 7 2009, 14:14:07 UTC 3 years ago
Re: Fontaine/Jack
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May 19 2009, 00:02:28 UTC 3 years ago
Fontaine/Jack-fluff
Anything that's fluff (this must be hard XD).Anonymous
May 19 2009, 00:28:53 UTC 3 years ago
Re: Fontaine/Jack-fluff
Yes, yes, yes! If nobody does this, I'll probably give it a shot toward the end of the week.Anonymous
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May 21 2009, 20:32:06 UTC 3 years ago
Fontaine/Ryan- angry!sex, dirty talk, insults.
*puppy eyes*Anonymous
March 6 2010, 08:24:22 UTC 2 years ago
Re: Fontaine/Ryan- angry!sex, dirty talk, insults.
*pets* So many prompts, so little time. I'll see if I can get to this.Anonymous
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June 1 2009, 02:56:18 UTC 2 years ago
Ryan/Cohen, abortion
Yup. Ryan giving Cohen an abortion. Anon may do as they wish with this idea. I've no preference as to how it's layed out.Danke <3
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June 1 2009, 02:58:54 UTC 2 years ago
Re: Ryan/Cohen, abortion
Ooooh my God.Anonymous
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June 4 2009, 14:28:10 UTC 2 years ago
Atlas/Jack, masturbation/radio!sex
Either radio!sex, or Atlas/Fontaine has a bit of alone time and forgets to turn off that Short Wave Radio... Anon can decide whichever.Anonymous
February 9 2010, 01:59:03 UTC 2 years ago
Re: Atlas/Jack, masturbation/radio!sex
OH GOD SECONDED. I'm a sucker forphoneradio sex.I might try to fill this if I can muster up the courage to fuck up some of my favorite characters, ahaha~
(recaptcha says: Request shimmies. I think it's encouraging me to do it!)
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June 26 2009, 19:00:48 UTC 2 years ago
Fontaine - Crossdressing
"There ain't no Atlas kid, never was. Sellin' my line of work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once, I was even a chinamen for six months."It's not that farfetched, is it? XD
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February 22 2010, 10:27:45 UTC 2 years ago
Re: Fontaine - Crossdressing
IDK if OP still cares, but I so so so have an idea for this. But for anyone that is watching, porny y/n?LOL SHOULD I EVEN ASK THAT?
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June 27 2009, 19:02:18 UTC 2 years ago
Burn: Part One
Okay, I don't really know what I'm doing so I'll just put the First Part of it down and see where that leads. Sorry for the mistakes, I wrote it so there is bound to be some screw ups. If the characters are a little out of character sorry about that...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This wasn’t expected, when he had been called to head into the old apartment building on the other side of Rapture he never expected to find Fontaine. The man lifted an eyebrow at him and a cruel grin spread across his lips. Jack took a step back and pulled out his pistol but Fontaine held up a hand, “Calm down, Atlas wanted to speak with you. He said he’d be here later.”
Jack frowned, unsure of whether to believe him or not but lowered his pistol. Fontaine’s eyes grazed over the younger man’s body, capturing every detail of his actions and response, the way his muscles worked whenever he moved his arms or his wrists. Jack was built for the hard life and he was built well.
Fontaine opened the small box that was placed on his desk and pulled out an expensive looking cigar. ”Would you like one?”
Jack glanced over at him, then shook his head and pulled out a small pack of cigarettes, cigars were nice but cigarettes were the way to go when you needed something quick to get you by. It would’ve been a little hard to fight with something the size of a hotdog sticking out of his mouth. Jack leaned back on a wall and shoved his hands into his pockets as he waited calmly for the Irishman to return.
Fontaine couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, he looked amazing, the light from the ocean shining down on him with the cigarette twisting from between his lips…Fontaine wanted those lips. He pried his eyes away from him and leaned back, puffing a smoke ring that made Jack turn his head slightly. He rolled his eyes invisibly and inhaled before pulling the stick from his mouth and blowing the smoke out from his nose.
Fontaine bit at the butt of his cigar and narrowed his eyes, inhaling and blowing the smoke out of his nose at the same time, it was a hard thing to do that made him want to cough afterwards. Jack shot him a challenging look before putting the cigarette back to his lips and taking a large breath, he held it in and stayed like that for a long moment, blowing out the smoke so slow that it came out clear and looked like he was sighing. He was forced to turn away a bit as his eyes watered, his throat burned for the smoke that lingered there too long.
The proud man sitting at the desk thought of what to do next. As he thought he stared at the far end of the room and reached over attempting to tap the cigar in the ashtray but it landed on his arm, the black ashes were in high contrast to his light skin, but he ignored it as he frowned, blowing the ashes off of his arm as Jack watched. Fontaine laughed quietly, he must’ve thought of this as some sort of game. He leaned back in his chair and placed one leg over the other calmly, placing the cigar back to his teeth where he nibbled on the end once more.
Jack couldn’t help but glare at this bald man; he was trying to show him up by proving how strong he was. Jack couldn’t think of anything except for burning the end straight into his arm but that would’ve hurt as hell. So instead he looked away from him and chuckled quietly, acting like the man made a complete fool of himself.
Fontaine was not amused.
He glowered over to the snickering man and narrowed his eyes, “You know, he may be in his room. I recalled him telling me that he had a rough night, you know, with the Splicers and all.”
Jack looked at him, then straightened up, Fontaine swiveled his chair away as Jack looked around. Where was Atlas’s room? He headed off down the hall, opening a door and finding the bathroom, the next door was a closet. How many rooms were in this place? He headed back and saw a door behind Fontaine; he scowled quietly and headed there, seeing a bed and a chair with a light from it.
This may have been Atlas’s room but he wasn’t in it. He turned to leave when he heard the familiar sound of metal patting a palm — just like he did whenever he had his wrench out — and turned just in time to see a metal pole slam into his head.
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June 27 2009, 23:01:40 UTC 2 years ago
Burn: Part Two
Jack woke up, tired and slightly nauseated. He looked around the room and realized he was on Atlas’ bed. There must’ve been a Splicer that snuck up on him from behind and whacked him across the skull, he tried to sit up but quickly found out he couldn’t. A strange breeze came to his chest but he ignored it as he struggled a moment before twisting his head to look up and back at his arms. His shirt was gone (which must’ve been why he felt strange, at least he knew where it was now) and now it was tied to both of his wrists and latched to the headboard.Jack struggled as the door opened, Fontaine came inside. “Jack, I heard a crack and…are you okay?” he asked sympathetically.
Jack frowned, then glanced up at his shirt and struggled for a moment before letting out a growl of agitation. He looked at Fontaine for obvious help but the man just moved over and sat next to him. Jack shuffled away to give him more room and looked up at the restraints, waiting for him to reach up and untangle him…after a moment he looked back at the man who challenged Andrew Ryan. He had a strange look on his face and Fontaine’s dark eyes scanned over his bare chest.
“You know…” he began as he glanced up at the twisted shirt. “I thought you were stronger than this, surely one twisted shirt couldn’t keep you down could it?”
Jack felt himself grow agitated and pulled his knees into his chest as he grunted and pulled his shins toward his head. His legs flopped against the bed and he took a deep breath and did the process over again until his shoes hit the wall — only they slid toward the ceiling and once again fell to the bed. Fontaine was curious as to what the man was doing so he moved away a little — still sitting on the bed—just not as close. Jack readied himself again and with a loud grunt he pulled his legs toward his face and held them against the wall, Fontaine watched as he moved his legs closer to the shirt and kicked at the wooden rails that was tied onto his shirt.
Amazed, Fontaine gave a tiny applause, “Well, I never would’ve thought of that.”
Jack didn’t have any time to sneer at him, his face was turning red with effort, strain and lack of oxygen as the sleeves stayed tightly bound to the unbreakable headboard. Fontaine just noticed his face and laughed openly, Jack growled and “accidentally” kicked Fontaine in the shoulder as he relaxed and his legs hit the mattress again.
The older man scowled at the panting Jack who shuffled uncomfortably as the clothing dug into his wrists. As a thought entered his mind Fontaine smirked, “Would you like me to get you a pillow?” Jack shook his head but Fontaine grabbed the pillow from the floor and held it to the man’s body. “Nonsense, that looks so uncomfortable.”
The cold pillow felt nice against Jack’s hot body, he pushed his back end into the bed and pulled his head and neck up as Fontaine slid it under his neck and the top of his shoulders. Once the cool surface made contact with his flesh Jack winced unnoticeably as the temperate sent a chill of pain and pleasure through his body. He shut his eyes for a brief moment before smelling the strong fumes of a cigar. He opened his eyes and found Fontaine the cause of the source.
He felt Fontaine staring at his chest and the area around his navel; if his hands were free he’d pull his pants higher and put his shirt on or steal one of Atlas’. He glanced away and felt the weightless feel of smoke room toward his face and burn his nose slightly, Fontaine blew a wisp of hot smoke in his face.
“So that’s it Jack? You’re just going to give up?” he asked with a dark chuckle.
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I'm only allowed 4300 words dang it! :( Ha ha ha...
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Burn: Part Four - ending
Jack whimpered as the thumb was removed and licked his lips, the pain was finally stopping. Fontaine looked at his thumb and lifted an eyebrow questionably as he pulled it to his mouth.Jack wanted to tell Fontaine to let him go when he did something that made Jack flinch. Fontaine was licking his own thumb; the spit that was once in his mouth was now heading into Fontaine’s who had a smile on. Jack reeled back in horror, he…he was licking it, that was an indirect kiss. Jack looked at the far corner of the room to hide his unwilling blush when suddenly he felt a weight on his abdomen.
Fontaine was straddling his waist and Jack’s heart stopped. The man looked down at him and smiled, leaning down and pressing his lips against the younger man’s neck. Jack began thrashing, this was going too far. He let out a groan as Fontaine purposefully pressed against the burnt spot on his stomach.
“I told you before, stop struggling.” He growled as his hands roamed Jack’s sides and chest.
Jack wanted Atlas. The Irishman could’ve helped him out of this mess, he could’ve fought off Fontaine and untied him from his bed and he’d keep the horrible experience out of his mind and away from his lips that wanted to plead with Fontaine to stop…but he couldn’t. Fontaine meshed his lips against the younger boy’s and groaned as his tongue worked its way against Jack’s teeth.
No, no, no. Jack was positive that was not going to tongue with Fontaine. The muscles in his body tightened and he shuddered violently as Fontaine licked Jack’s teeth and nibbled on his lips, Fontaine began to get aggressive and dug his nails into Jack’s hips, causing the younger man to let out a yelp and open his mouth. Fontaine took the chance to slip his tongue inside and smiled as it met with Jack’s.
He was horrified, the feel of another tongue on his wasn’t the problem, the fact that it was another man’s tongue scared him. He could taste the cigar’s faint flavor on his tongue, peach? No, strawberry…something like that. He pulled against the shirt and Fontaine scratched lightly at Jack’s sides, making him twist and his back arch pleasurably despite the awkward moment. Fontaine finally pulled back and Jack felt violated, he turned his head away from the man on top of him.
“Jack…” he said as he cupped the man’s chin in his hand and forced him to make eye contact. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done this before.” He wanted to scream out (anything really) but couldn’t, he frowned and squirmed a bit as Fontaine chuckled. “Okay, that’s fine.” He gently stroked Jack’s face and patted his cheek, “That’s okay. I’m going to leave you here for a bit, Atlas told me he’d be back at ten o’ clock so you have one hour.”
The pressure left his legs and they cramped up suddenly, he turned on his side and curled his legs toward his body and watched Fontaine with a dark look as he grinned and left the room. Jack squeezed his eyes shut and pulled on the restraints one last time before forcing himself to go to sleep.
When he woke up he was freed and had a cream-colored shirt placed over his chest, he sat up and rubbed his wrists before glaring around the empty room. There was no Fontaine and the end of the cigar was still burning slightly in the ashtray. He pulled the shirt on his arms up to his shoulders and began buttoning it up.
When he had only a few buttons to go he saw a man sitting at the table Fontaine was not long ago. Anger flared in his chest and he looked around for any sort of weapon until the chair swirled around.
“You’re awake boyo?”
He stopped looking and turned to the familiar voice, Atlas was staring at him from the chair with a concerned look on his face. “What happened to you?”
Jack said nothing but watched him anxiously as he rubbed lightly against the spot where he was burned, yes; it was real and not a dream like he hoped. He saw the wrenched on the table and grabbed it, flexing his raw wrists before looking at Atlas to find out just what he called him for.
The blonde man stared up at Jack a moment before glancing at his knees and chuckling; he looked back up and stood. “Always work with you…”
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I'm not that great at writing make-out stuff...he he he
The ending sucked. I know. *sad face*
Sorry for the mistakes.
THE END!
Anonymous
June 30 2009, 04:57:28 UTC 2 years ago
Re: Burn: Part Four - ending
woaaahh... I enjoyed every bit of this. You're awesome for writing and posting this!Anonymous
2 years ago
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