Payback

Title: Payback
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: INCEST, forced humiliation/sex, violence and language plus MALE SLASH
Spoilers: The end of the movie
Pairings: Lewis/Fuller
Summary: A year later, Rusty Nail is still hell bent on revenge and his chance comes when he takes Fuller and Lewis prisoner.
Setting: A year after the end of the movie
Feedback: angel-jade@buffyrocks.co.uk
Distribution: If you've had my permission before, you have it now. Anyone else, ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them.

*****

Lewis stirred as the hard floor beneath him k vik violently. The pounding in his head made it difficult to move, but that was the least of his problems. It was pitch black and all he could feel was the cold surface shaking under his aching body. He tried desperately to remember how the hell he'd got there. Nothing came back to him.

Last he remembered, he was getting into his car.

"Hello?" He barely spoke, afraid of the reply he'd receive.

It wasn't too hard to figure out where he was. The movement clinched it. He was on the road. Worse yet, it seemed to be some sort of truck he was trapped in. And trucks really weren't on the top of his favourite's list.

"Hey! What's going on? Stop the truck, dammit!" He yelled, trying to get to his feet, but only succeeding in falling flat on his face. He crawled across the floor until he reached a wall. He began to bang his fists against the metal until they hurt as much as his head. "Let me out of here!"

"Lewis?"

Lewis spun round, not daring to breathe in case he'd heard wrong. "Fuller? Fuller!"

"Lewis..." The broken voice rasped. "Where...are you?"

Lewis began to crawl towards the voice. "What's going on? What happened?"

Fuller didn't answer.

As Lewis' hand collided with something warm, he felt around, identifying his brother's arm. "Fuller."

"Man, I'm so glad you're here. I've been in here for days." Fuller told him, softly.

"It's him isn't it?" Lewis asked, his jaw clenching. "Fuck!"

"What's he gonna do to us, Lewis?" Fuller asked, his voice reflecting the terror Lewis felt.

"I don't know. But we gotta get out of here." Lewis said, firmly.

"I tried." Fuller told him. "We're gonna die in here."

"No...Venna...she'll tell the cops. Maybe they'll believe Rusty Nail's still out there this time. The cop's will check every truck in the area." Lewis said hopefully.

"I've been missing for days. No one's even noticed." Fuller said, bitterly.

"I was on my way to Venna's. She'll know." Lewis argued. "She has to."

"We're fucked." Fuller coughed. "I told you this would happen."

"What were we supposed to do?" Lewis demanded, angrily. "No one believed us."

Fuller just sighed hopelessly.

"He's gonna kill us. Fuck, this isn't fair!" Lewis yelled.

"Calm down. He'll hear you." Fuller hushed.

"So? Maybe someone on the road'll hear. It's our only chance." Lewis hissed. The truck swerved suddenly, throwing the two men to the left.

Lewis grunted as his back made contact with the metal wall of their prison. "Fuller?"

"I'm alright." Fuller muttered. "You?"

"Where are we going?" Lewis asked himself. "Shit..."

"Don't panic." Fuller warned.

As the truck came to a grinding halt, Fuller fell back into his brother.

"Watch it!" Lewis moaned.

"Stand up. We'll have to take him..." Fuller ordered.

"What? You've gotta be kidding. The guy's twice our size...and God knows what he's got with him." Lewis pointed out, hysterically.

"You wanna sit here and find out?" Fuller asked, dragging himself to his feet.

Lewis stood quickly and grabbed onto Fuller's shoulder, following him as they traced the wall over to the door.

Just as they were nearing the edge, the back door swung open and a figure appeared. He slammed the door behind him and flicked a light on.

Fuller went to attack, but stopped dead as a rifle was pointed straight at him. "Holy shit."

"Look, dude, give it a rest, okay? We paid for our mistake. Don't do this..." Lewis begged.

"Why hello there Candy Cane." The trucker smirked, waving his rifle at the two young men.

"What're you gonna do?" Fuller asked, swallowing hard.

"I was thinking I might kill ya." Rusty Nail laughed. "Then again...maybe I'll settle for a little more payback."

"You haven't done enough?" Lewis asked, angrily. "Just leave us alone!"

"Now where's the fun in that?" Rusty grinned. "And I was really hoping I could have a little fun."

Fuller and Lewis exchanged looks.

"What do you want?" Fuller asked.

"I wanna see a little show." Rusty explained. "I was gonna put one on for you boys...me and that pretty little thing. But then I figured...that's just not humiliating enough for you. And I really wanna see you boys blush."

"I think walking into a truck stop naked was enough, don't you?" Fuller demanded.

"Not even close." Rusty growled. "Now you got a choice. I can kill you both nice and slow...fingers in a jar and all that. Or you can do as your told. Your choice."

Lewis looked worriedly at Fuller for the right answer.

"What do you want from us?" Fuller asked. "At least tell us that much."

"Like I said...I want a little show." Rusty chuckled, roughly.

Fuller threw a quick lookLewiLewis, understanding crossing his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lewis asked, looking between the other two men for an explanation.

"You ever fuck you brother, Lewis?" Rusty asked, sadistic smile plastered on his face.

"What?!" Lewis spat. "You're a sick fuck."

"Answer the question, boy." Rusty demanded, jabbing the gun at them.

"No!" Lewis screamed. "Not everyone's a sick pervert like you."

"Well, guess what, boys." Rusty said. "You get to be sick perverts for the day."

"No fucking way!" Lewis yelled. "Fuller, tell him."

Fuller looked awkwardly at Rusty, his eyes catching on the gun. "Lewis..."

"There's no fucking way...no way I'm doing it. He can kill me for all I care." Lewis hissed at his brother. "You can't seriously be thinking about doing what he says."

"There'sotheother choice." Fuller whispered. "You think he's gonna make it easy on us? I don't wanna die piece by piece. Or at all."

"You even try and touch me, I'll kill *you* piece by piece." Lewis swore.

Rusty stepped forward, pointing the gun at Lewis. "I was hoping you'd say no. I have so much fun this way. You ever wonder what your brother would look like with no jaw?"

Fuller turned to Lewis, his eyes saying it all.

"Fuller...think about what he's asking..." Lewis pleaded. "This is sick..."

"So is having no jaw." Fuller shot back.

Lewis broke eye contact, looking down at the floor, his eyes showing his defeat. "I can't do this..."

Fuller watched his brother, his stomach turning at the thought of what he was going to have to do. "Just close your eyes, man. This never happened, alright?"

Lewis hesitated, then nodded.

Rusty smirked. "I knew you'd see it my way. Now both of you strip."

Lewis held back tears by clenching his jaw until it became painful. His hands shook as he took his shirt off, not even looking at his brother.

Fuller yanked his sweater over his head, ignoring the pain coursing through his body from his initial capture. He had to be strong. Something told him Lewis wouldn't be much help after the impending incident.

Rusty sank back into the shadows; the only sound was the zip of his dirty jeans being pulled down.

Lewis barely controlled his fear and disgust as he pulled his pants free, standing there in his boxers as Fuller discarded the last of his own clothes.

"Lewis..." Rusty warned.

Gritting his teeth, Lewis lowered his boxers and kicked them away. "There, you happy?"

"Good boy." Rusty patronized. "Now get on all fours."

Lewis glanced at Fuller, before sinking to his knees and leaning over until his hands held his upper body parallel to the floor. His fists clenched, his whole body tense with fear.

"Go on, Fuller...take him." Rusty urged, silently wrapping his hands round his cock.

Fuller frowned, every sense in his body telling him not to do it. He walkehindhind his brother, kneeling down behind him.

"Fuller...I can't...don't do this, please." Lewis begged, his whole body shaking.

Fuller's hands reached out, holding Lewis' hips. "Just close your eyes, little brother. It's gonna be okay."

"Don't..." Lewis whimpered, his brother's calming voice doing nothing but making him feel even worse.

"Do it." Rusty ordered, impatiently.

Fuller spat into his hand and began to lubricate his cock...trying to think about something that would help him get hard. Images passed through his head, and he finally settled on Venna. He tried to slick his cock as much as possible before using a little spit on his finger. "Just keep calm and relax. Don't make it any worse than it is." Fuller assured Lewis as his finger began to rub spit into Lewis' hole.

"Fuck..." Lewis moaned, painfully. The pain was minimal, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stand anything bigger. He tried to pull away, but Fuller's hand steadied him.

"Shh, we're getting out of here. Just think about Venna." Fuller told him. "I'll try not to hurt you."

"You're already hurting me." Lewis cried. "I can't..."

Fuller eased a second finger inside, wincing as his brother cried out. He was trying to help loosen Lewis up in preparation, but it didn't look like it was doing much good.

Rusty watched the scene quietly; revelling in the suffering the boys were going through.

"Stop...it hurts...Fuller, stop..." Lewis begged. "Jesus..."

Fuller tried his best to ignore his brother's pleas and continued to work on preparing Lewis. He used a little pre-cum to ensure he was ready, then removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock.

Lewis clenched his eyes shut and waited for the pain.

Easing inside as slowly as he could, Fuller grunted. Lewis was so tight, he thought he might come there and then.

Lewis began to breathe hard, trying to hold back his screams as Fuller invaded, filling him up until he thought he might tear.

"That's it...fuck your little brother, Fuller. Show him what you learnt in pr." ." Rusty mocked.

Fuller held back his snappy comments and concentrated on getting off. The sooner he could stop, the better.

Lewis began to cry silently as Fuller started to thrust in and out, sawing up his insides until all that was left was a big hole. He felt his arms falter and he fell down to the floor, his ass in the air. He hid his head with his arms and tried to block it all out, but with every movement his brother made, he was made painfully aware exactly what was going on. Memories of him and his brother playing baseball when they were kids flashed through his head, so he tried to get rid of them. He felt sick just looking at his brother's face. He knew if they ever got out alive, he'd never be able to look at Fuller again.

"You like that, Lewis? Big brother fucking your tight ass?" Rusty ridiculed. "Humiliating, isn't it? Want him to stop? Want to die now? Think it'll ever stop? You're gonna remember this every day of your life."

Fuller thrust harder in a desperate attempt to finish it. His image of Venna spread out beneath him was enough and he abruptly tensed, coming inside Lewis before pulling back.

Lewis shrank down into a ball on the floor, sobbing. Blood and cum slowly dripping out from his ass onto the metal floor.

Rusty grunted, coming over his own hand. He stood and applauded. "Now that was a show." He laughed to himself as he did his jeans up and opened the door. "Now get out."

Fuller grabbed all the clothes he could get his hands on, before helping Lewis to his feet and leading him to the door.

They practically fell out, landing in a tangled pile of naked flesh.

Rusty jumped out, slamming the door shut and walking round to the driver's door. He got in and started the truck with a roar.

Fuller watched him drive away, before looking around. Dust covered most of the landscape...with a road just in the distance. He quickly dressed himself and helped Lewis into some clothes, before half-carrying him to the road.

*****

They both sat silently in the back of a random guy's car. Lewis looked out of the window; the tear stains down his face matching the pain in his eyes.

As they neared home, they got the the car and walked the rest. Neither spoke.

It was all they could do to keep from crying.

*****

The End