Control
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G through L › Hostage (2005)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,235
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Control
Title: Control
Author: RockabillySaint
Pairing: Mars/Dennis
Warning: Male/Male but not graphic
Summary: Dennis is in control - isn’t he?
Note: For some reason I felt the need to write some Hostage slash. Why? I couldn’t tell ya. Probably has something to do with Ben Foster though.
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Mars shoves him against the wall almost too easily. Dennis doesn’t know if he wants it, never really knows what he wants - but Mars is there, solid as granite with dull eyes, his mouth a red slit as he shoves it against Dennis’ face, devouring his skin and the scream that rises in his throat.
A knee between his legs, shoving up with enough force to be painful but it just makes him harder, makes him grab Mars’ arms to keep himself rooted to the ground. His head’s swimming and his body’s on fire, and he’s squirming and moaning and Mars is as silent as the grave. Dennis tries to touch him but his hand is slapped away and Mars practically growls in his ear, reminding Dennis of what he really is: a predator. But Dennis can’t believe that he has no control, can’t think that this man who he barely knows could manipulate him so well. Because if he can what does that make Dennis? What is he if he can’t control himself? So he whispers ‘no’, Mars biting into his neck and drawing blood. Dennis yelps and says it louder, ‘NO’ and Mars stops, panting and eyes glittering behind the curtain of his black hair.
Dennis has to force himself to look into that gaze, feeling his resolve crack at the edges like glass. Mars doesn’t smile but it feels like it, his body shifting as his grip loosens and he steps away. Dennis almost falls to the floor but somehow is able to lock his knees, his mouth full of saliva and blood and his own cowardice. He doesn’t know what to say, his body taught like a rubber-band, the burning ache still there and threatening to call Mars back.
Dennis closes his eyes and breathes, and almost sobs when he hears Mars walk away, the click of a lighter and the smell of smoke left in his wake.
When he knows Mars is gone he opens his lids, relieved when he’s met with the dark of the room and the smell of sweat.
He’s in charge, he stopped Mars, he had a choice. ‘Yeah right,’ says a voice in his head, ‘you know he’s the one that let you, he’s the one that decides everything.’ And Dennis shakes his head, ‘No, that isn’t true’. But it is, and he knows it - and there’s nothing he can do about it.
Author: RockabillySaint
Pairing: Mars/Dennis
Warning: Male/Male but not graphic
Summary: Dennis is in control - isn’t he?
Note: For some reason I felt the need to write some Hostage slash. Why? I couldn’t tell ya. Probably has something to do with Ben Foster though.
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Mars shoves him against the wall almost too easily. Dennis doesn’t know if he wants it, never really knows what he wants - but Mars is there, solid as granite with dull eyes, his mouth a red slit as he shoves it against Dennis’ face, devouring his skin and the scream that rises in his throat.
A knee between his legs, shoving up with enough force to be painful but it just makes him harder, makes him grab Mars’ arms to keep himself rooted to the ground. His head’s swimming and his body’s on fire, and he’s squirming and moaning and Mars is as silent as the grave. Dennis tries to touch him but his hand is slapped away and Mars practically growls in his ear, reminding Dennis of what he really is: a predator. But Dennis can’t believe that he has no control, can’t think that this man who he barely knows could manipulate him so well. Because if he can what does that make Dennis? What is he if he can’t control himself? So he whispers ‘no’, Mars biting into his neck and drawing blood. Dennis yelps and says it louder, ‘NO’ and Mars stops, panting and eyes glittering behind the curtain of his black hair.
Dennis has to force himself to look into that gaze, feeling his resolve crack at the edges like glass. Mars doesn’t smile but it feels like it, his body shifting as his grip loosens and he steps away. Dennis almost falls to the floor but somehow is able to lock his knees, his mouth full of saliva and blood and his own cowardice. He doesn’t know what to say, his body taught like a rubber-band, the burning ache still there and threatening to call Mars back.
Dennis closes his eyes and breathes, and almost sobs when he hears Mars walk away, the click of a lighter and the smell of smoke left in his wake.
When he knows Mars is gone he opens his lids, relieved when he’s met with the dark of the room and the smell of sweat.
He’s in charge, he stopped Mars, he had a choice. ‘Yeah right,’ says a voice in his head, ‘you know he’s the one that let you, he’s the one that decides everything.’ And Dennis shakes his head, ‘No, that isn’t true’. But it is, and he knows it - and there’s nothing he can do about it.