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WIP amnesty: Algy/EvS from Prisoner's Exchange
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scioscribe's requests that I didn't finish. It was Algy/Erich, based on the tag Forced to have sex while captor watches.
I may eventually finish it one of these days, but that'd involve actually writing the buildup and aftermath. So here, you get the part I did write. It contains some holes with brief descriptions of what would've gone in those holes if I'd actually, y'know, finished it.
For context, this takes place in a post-Looks Back timeframe, but Biggles and EvS are not actually together yet. (Probably. That was one of the things I hadn't figured out for sure.)
This is also a fairly typical look at what my drafts often look like in the early writing stages.
[For intro: Bad guys are holding them in a cell after some mild beating/torture and making a recording of them having sex to send to Biggles.]
"Just lie back and pretend I'm Biggles."
Algy was almost-joking in a not quite joking sort of way, and von Stalhein went suddenly very still.
Needing to get that look off his face if they were ever going to get this done and be able to get away from the cameras and the lights and be left alone in the cell to sleep, Algy licked his ear noisily.
"Stop!" Von Stalhein tried to fend him off. Algy licked his other ear—and von Stalhein laughed, actually laughed. Algy had never heard that before.
"Get on with it," snapped a voice from out of the darkness behind the bright lights.
With that much warning, Algy was able to curl a little to protect himself before he was kicked in the side. The boot drove the breath out of him, but more startling was von Stalhein coming up off the floor and actually taking a swipe at their captor to the extent their chains would allow. They were driven back down with blows, and left lying side by side on the dirty flagstones.
"I think we're not supposed to be laughing while being forced to have sex," Algy said. The fury was still there, simmering below the surface, but somehow it helped a lot to know that laughing, that not being destroyed by this, was annoying their captors much more than screaming or railing against it. Taking a breath to chase the tightness away from his chest, he rolled over and licked von Stalhein's ear again.
"Stop that." Von Stalhein's lips twitched before he could stop himself. He laid a hand on Algy's bare chest, and seemed unsure what to do next.
"Come on, lick me, you know you want to. I taste good." Actually at this point he probably tasted like sweat, dirt, and blood, but it was the principle of the thing.
Von Stalhein hesitated. Algy didn't actually think he'd do it, but hell, they were naked on the floor of a cell; what wouldn't they do? Still, it was a shock when von Stalhein darted his head in with his snakelike swiftness and licked Algy's ear.
"Eurgh!" Algy recoiled in horror and nearly fell over. Okay, that was worse than he'd thought.
Von Stalhein lay back on his elbows, smiling. "Regrets?"
"Yes," Algy snapped. He rolled up, ignoring the ache in his side, and kissed him to wipe off the smirk.
It was not even slightly gentle. Von Stalhein's lips opened under Algy's, his mouth hot, teeth clashing and bruising Algy's lip. It was painful and sharp-edged and distracting; it somehow took him away from the sordidness and misery of the cell, of what they were being forced to do. If he could just lean into the physical feelings of it, he could get through the fear and humiliation of it, he knew that he could.
[more buildup to sex that I didn't actually write]
Algy took great care with the clotted cuts and vivid, painful-looking bruises until von Stalhein gave a little gasp when Algy accidentally pushed him down on his bruised hip, making him realize that von Stalhein didn't seem to mind all that much.
"You messed up bastard," Algy muttered, biting von Stalhein's lip. "You like that?"
For answer, von Stalhein rolled him over with a surprising show of strength, knotted a hand in his hair—Algy jerked back, but now von Stalhein was kissing and biting his neck fiercely, and he found that it was a surprisingly pleasant distraction from everything else.
"No talking," came the brusque voice from behind the camera.
"Oh, shut up," Algy muttered. He ran a hand over the sharp point of von Stalhein's bare shoulder.
[something here where they can't finish properly while being filmed but their captors don't really care because they have the footage they want and their prisoners having actual pleasure isn't a priority]
It was unexpectedly easy to finish each other off once they were alone. After that, they lay curled up together, straw under them and the one blanket on top. Von Stalhein lightly ran his hand through Algy's hair. They didn't speak for a while.
"He won't be angry," Algy said after a little while.
"Who?" Von Stalhein's voice was distracted, as if coming back from a million miles away. His hand abruptly stopped petting Algy's hair and jerked away, and Algy thought it was very likely that he had been thinking about someone else.
"Biggles," Algy said, voicing the name. "He knows we—I mean—we didn't—"
He stopped, because it seemed rude to voice out loud to his bed partner that he'd rather not have done it. And anyway, he couldn't help feeling that he wasn't wholly sorry, even as he noticed that one of his hands was running over the scars on von Stalhein's back, and one of those long, graceful hands rested lightly against the boot-shaped bruise on Algy's ribs.
[and then Biggles kicks in the door and is really, really pissed off and things are Awkward]
prisoner_exchange, I started writing a treat for one of scioscribe's requests that I didn't finish. It was Algy/Erich, based on the tag Forced to have sex while captor watches.I may eventually finish it one of these days, but that'd involve actually writing the buildup and aftermath. So here, you get the part I did write. It contains some holes with brief descriptions of what would've gone in those holes if I'd actually, y'know, finished it.
For context, this takes place in a post-Looks Back timeframe, but Biggles and EvS are not actually together yet. (Probably. That was one of the things I hadn't figured out for sure.)
This is also a fairly typical look at what my drafts often look like in the early writing stages.
[For intro: Bad guys are holding them in a cell after some mild beating/torture and making a recording of them having sex to send to Biggles.]
"Just lie back and pretend I'm Biggles."
Algy was almost-joking in a not quite joking sort of way, and von Stalhein went suddenly very still.
Needing to get that look off his face if they were ever going to get this done and be able to get away from the cameras and the lights and be left alone in the cell to sleep, Algy licked his ear noisily.
"Stop!" Von Stalhein tried to fend him off. Algy licked his other ear—and von Stalhein laughed, actually laughed. Algy had never heard that before.
"Get on with it," snapped a voice from out of the darkness behind the bright lights.
With that much warning, Algy was able to curl a little to protect himself before he was kicked in the side. The boot drove the breath out of him, but more startling was von Stalhein coming up off the floor and actually taking a swipe at their captor to the extent their chains would allow. They were driven back down with blows, and left lying side by side on the dirty flagstones.
"I think we're not supposed to be laughing while being forced to have sex," Algy said. The fury was still there, simmering below the surface, but somehow it helped a lot to know that laughing, that not being destroyed by this, was annoying their captors much more than screaming or railing against it. Taking a breath to chase the tightness away from his chest, he rolled over and licked von Stalhein's ear again.
"Stop that." Von Stalhein's lips twitched before he could stop himself. He laid a hand on Algy's bare chest, and seemed unsure what to do next.
"Come on, lick me, you know you want to. I taste good." Actually at this point he probably tasted like sweat, dirt, and blood, but it was the principle of the thing.
Von Stalhein hesitated. Algy didn't actually think he'd do it, but hell, they were naked on the floor of a cell; what wouldn't they do? Still, it was a shock when von Stalhein darted his head in with his snakelike swiftness and licked Algy's ear.
"Eurgh!" Algy recoiled in horror and nearly fell over. Okay, that was worse than he'd thought.
Von Stalhein lay back on his elbows, smiling. "Regrets?"
"Yes," Algy snapped. He rolled up, ignoring the ache in his side, and kissed him to wipe off the smirk.
It was not even slightly gentle. Von Stalhein's lips opened under Algy's, his mouth hot, teeth clashing and bruising Algy's lip. It was painful and sharp-edged and distracting; it somehow took him away from the sordidness and misery of the cell, of what they were being forced to do. If he could just lean into the physical feelings of it, he could get through the fear and humiliation of it, he knew that he could.
[more buildup to sex that I didn't actually write]
Algy took great care with the clotted cuts and vivid, painful-looking bruises until von Stalhein gave a little gasp when Algy accidentally pushed him down on his bruised hip, making him realize that von Stalhein didn't seem to mind all that much.
"You messed up bastard," Algy muttered, biting von Stalhein's lip. "You like that?"
For answer, von Stalhein rolled him over with a surprising show of strength, knotted a hand in his hair—Algy jerked back, but now von Stalhein was kissing and biting his neck fiercely, and he found that it was a surprisingly pleasant distraction from everything else.
"No talking," came the brusque voice from behind the camera.
"Oh, shut up," Algy muttered. He ran a hand over the sharp point of von Stalhein's bare shoulder.
[something here where they can't finish properly while being filmed but their captors don't really care because they have the footage they want and their prisoners having actual pleasure isn't a priority]
It was unexpectedly easy to finish each other off once they were alone. After that, they lay curled up together, straw under them and the one blanket on top. Von Stalhein lightly ran his hand through Algy's hair. They didn't speak for a while.
"He won't be angry," Algy said after a little while.
"Who?" Von Stalhein's voice was distracted, as if coming back from a million miles away. His hand abruptly stopped petting Algy's hair and jerked away, and Algy thought it was very likely that he had been thinking about someone else.
"Biggles," Algy said, voicing the name. "He knows we—I mean—we didn't—"
He stopped, because it seemed rude to voice out loud to his bed partner that he'd rather not have done it. And anyway, he couldn't help feeling that he wasn't wholly sorry, even as he noticed that one of his hands was running over the scars on von Stalhein's back, and one of those long, graceful hands rested lightly against the boot-shaped bruise on Algy's ribs.
[and then Biggles kicks in the door and is really, really pissed off and things are Awkward]
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Wow. Thank you. Er, anything Max-and-Gabriel-related?