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Sep 21, 2013

Let There Be Blood || Theo & Emory

Title: Let There Be Blood

Pairing: Theo Westbrook & Emory Light

Timeframe: Sept 16th, 2013 around 1am

Location: Outdoor near Theo's treehouse

Summary: Theo and Emory came to a mutually beneficial arrangement as they seek to satisfy each other's darkness

Warning(s): Rough sex, penetration, fingering, breathplay, bondage, dirty talk, public sex, a bit of blood but not bloodplay

Note(s): Emory's part has been edited and revised. This is the most up-to-date version.

Theo left the through the front door of the shared cabin, lighting up a fag as he walked. He didn't expect much from the pretty boy dominant, but it was enough to pass the time. As we stepped around the back of the rows of cabins, his eyes were flickering over the available trees. One particularly rough looking one caught his eye, and he walked to it, smirking as the bark scraped roughly against his palm. Turning around he leaned against it, waiting for the slave.

Emory had seen the way Theo interacted with some of the other residents before. It didn't take much to know that Theo was one for pain and apathy. That was just as well. It was almost impossible to find anything similar to a kindred spirit, not that Emory would consider Theo as one. it had been a few days since his arrival at Bellona, and while the afternoon he spent with Harman had been a good way to pass the time, Emory wanted something a bit more intense. He had been waiting when Theo came out of the cabin. And when it looked like Theo seemed to have chosen a designated spot, Emory stepped out of the shadows. "Theo." It was interesting that his first excursion with another Dominant on his new playground would bear the same name of the man he murdered years ago. Life did have a sense of humor sometimes.

Theo watched as the slave moved from the shadows, intrigued by look in his eyes. They were blank, a curiosity he'd fuel later, for now he as going to use him, make him his fucktoy for now. "Emory," he returned the name as he stepped towards him, tossing the cigarette aside. He tugged at the hem of the slave's shirt, using it to force him into Theo's space. With his free hand, he tugged his jaw, grip firm as he observed him. "Shirt off, strip, show me that fucking hole I intend to fill."

Emory's hand went up and wrapped his fingers around Theo's wrist. He deepened the pressure a bit and tugged firmly to remove Theo's grip on his jaw. "You don't need to state the obvious, Theo." The corner of his lips tugged up in a small smile as he took half a step back. Keeping his eyes on Theo and tipping his head up in challenge, he started unbuttoning his shirt. "Your clothes too. Unless I get to have your blood stained clothes for souvenir later?"

Theo grinned, letting go of the slave's chin. Stepping back, he watched the other undress, revealing inch after inch of smooth skin. He couldn't help himself, moving fast as bent over his shoulder, biting the skin until he tasted the blood on his tongue. The moment he did, he pressed his clothed cock against the other's side. "I want your back against the tree," he said, letting go again and stripping himself of his clothing as well.

Emory had encountered people like Theo before. What he liked about them was that in spite of their apathy and seeming cruelty - at least base upon societal standards - they were authentic. What one saw was what one got, which was more than what could be said of most of the population in this world. The bite didn't come as a surprise to Emory, he knew one of the first thing Theo would do was to mark his territory. But that was fine, what was rough sex without some good old fashion biting and marking? Theo was obviously aroused, and from the feel of his erection, Emory knew he could anticipate a relatively interesting encounter. He took a few steps toward the tree and turned around again, leaning against the trunk and feeling the rough surface pressed against his skin as he watched Theo undress. The man was tall and toned, something that didn't come as a surprise to Emory; but the man was also ostentatious, which Emory found slightly amusing. "Are you planning on putting on a show or are you actually going to deliver?"

Theo raised his eyebrows, laughter escaping as he kicked away the rest of his clothing. Being nude didn't bother him and he made a mental note to remember to gather his clothes once he fucked the smirk off the slave's face. He pressed his hand against the side of the dominant's throat, his thumb brushing along the column, wondering how the boy would react if he pressed in, just a little. "Legs around my waist," he demanded, pressing his thumb firmly at the base of his throat, moving his body against the slave's.Theo smirked, using his free hand to press against his chest, forcing him firmly against the tree, knowing what the pressure how to be doing to him. Despite the sass leaving his lips, the emptiness lingered in the black pools of his eyes, and Theo momentarily wondered how much of this he actually cared about. The thought left him as quickly as it came, instead focusing on the press of his hard cock against the slave's stomach. "Put your legs around my waist so I can fuck that dirty hole," he sneered, the smile never leaving his face.

Emory watched impassively as Theo crowded into his personal space. It had been a while since he had sex like this. If he could care the same way most people would Emory was certain that he might even find this thrilling. But as such, interesting was probably as far as he would classify this upcoming event. The feel of Theo's hand on his throat was firm, the pressure on his thumb didn't go unnoticed on Emory. Breathplay was his area of specialty, it would most certainly be a bit more engaging than usual if that was what the older man had in mind tonight. At the command, Emory couldn't help but let out a light laugh. "Dirty talking me already, huh?" He ran his hands up Theo's well-muscled arms, his gaze never once wavering as he did so, until they reached his neck. Throwing his arms around Theo's neck to give himself better leverage, Emory hoisted himself up and hooked his legs around the older man's waist. "Kinky." Emory whispered lowly into Theo's ear before biting down onto the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

Theo laughed openly at the snarky tone in the slave's voice, turning his head slightly, "Bite harder, sweetcheeks, I haven't felt a thing." He thrust his hips up, the thickness of his cock pressing the center between Emory's cheeks. He grunted softly, intending to fuck him as he'd said, little care for how much pleasure the other recieved. Pressing his hand around the front of the slave's neck, not holding too tight, but enough to know the option was there if he chose to. "Fuck yourself on my cock," he groaned, using force against the neck, pushing his head against the tree for leverage.

Emory lapped at the spot where he bit down, running his tongue over the mark slightly and tracing over the teeth mark there. He hadn't bitten down hard, but if Theo wanted blood, Emory was more than happy to do just that. "The best is yet to come, Theo." He pushed back against Theo's hand slightly, reveling in the feeling of the pressure against his airway. "If you want blood, believe me when I say there will be blood." Oh, he was going to like this one all right. He could feel the head of Theo's cock pressed right against his entrance, and it wouldn't really take much effort to get him inside. However, Emory wasn't about to acquiesce so easily. After all, where was the fun if there wasn't some give and take? Digging his fingers hard into Theo's shoulders, Emory loosened the hold his legs have on the taller man's waist and allow gravity to do the work as he sunk down onto Theo. But as soon as he felt the cockhead pushing past the ring of muscle, Emory stopped and clenched down hard on Theo. "Remember what I said? You have to meet me half way to get what you want."

Theo grunted softly, the feel of the slave's fucking hole was tight around the head of his cock. It had been too long since he'd felt just that, and it wasn't worth the shitty game the fucker was trying to play. "Hold still," he ordered, pressing his hand fully against his throat, a squeeze to limit air but not enough to cut him off completely, he'd save that if the fucker decided he wanted to cum. With his free hand, he gripped the slave's thigh beneath his knee and shoved it roughly against his chest, without care if it would hurt him or not. Once he had him how he wanted, Theo shoved himself inside the tight entrance, his eyes closing briefly at the feel of his slutty hole, so tight around his thick length. "Such a fucking slut," he gasped, pulling out and pushing back in, just as roughly, forcing him to adjust quickly, if he did at all. Once he could, Theo tightened his hold on the dominant's throat, wishing he'd thought to tie his hands up against the branch just above his head, leaving him fully vulnerable to Theo's attack on his body. He wanted to run his fingers over his back, feeling the scratches and marks already there, wanting to push harder, seeking the lines of blood. The thought had him moan loudly, fucking harder into the slave's tight ass.

Emory 's mouth fell open slightly at the initial thrust. Fuck that hurt like a mother. But damn if it didn't feel absolutely divine. This was what he needed. Sex wasn't something that Emory partake in on a regular basis. It had always been a case of must-do or in this case, an urge to feel something physically intense. Theo had chosen a particularly rough tree, and with the next thrust, the twin pains of having the barks scraping against the skin on his back and the burn and stretch of penetration sent a jolt up Emory's spine. "Is that all you've got?" Emory strained against Theo's hold, savoring the way it constricted his airway. "Fuck me like you mean it, Theo."

Theo felt a twist of anger, laced with the amusement he felt for those dark eyes. "Why don't you tell them?" he mused, biting the skin of his jaw, tugging as he began to thrust, firm steady strokes. He wanted Emory to feel all of his cock, and how hard he was going to make him cum afterwards. "You're a twisted fuck, aren't you?" he taunted, waiting for a spark inside the darkness. "Now take my fucking cock," he demanded, pressing against his throat, cutting off just enough air to make his face a lovely shade of pink. He released as he stopped fucking him, pulling out and dropping him unceremoniously. "Face the tree," he stated, grabbing the slave's shirt and wrapping it around the branch above their heads and to his wrists. "I'm going to fuck you how I want to fuck you," he hissed, shoving his fingers into the fucker's hole, once he had his wrists bound tight. "You're going to tell me how much you fucking want it," he hissed, fucking him with three fingers, smiling at the red scrapes down his back, fully intending to make more.

Emory let out a small laugh at Theo's comment but chose not to answer. He loved it when people got riled up, it always made for such interesting character study. People like Theo craved power and had a superiority complex, countering them on such would tend to drive greater aggression and anger. Theo was doing exactly what Emory wanted him to do, and he was curious to see just how much more he could push tonight. The pain hadn't subsided, and with every thrust, it only seemed to get stronger. It felt like his insides were being scraped raw while his back was being skinned. The burning sensation gave way to searing pain, and Emory wanted more. He wanted to see Theo really lose control. But it seemed to be over a bit too soon because then Theo had stopped and ordered him to turn around. Emory pulled at the restraint, testing it to see just how much it would give. It seemed apt that Theo would do something like this. This was all about control and power, but Emory wasn't about to give him that. The fingers that were thrust into him did catch him by surprise, however, and his body clenched up instinctively before Emory willed himself to relax. "Words words words." Emory threw a glance over his shoulder. He wasn't about to ask for it, he knew Theo would want it badly enough to take it anyway.

Theo ran his fingers down the cloth tight around the slave's wrists, tugging upwards to test the strength. He took his time, thrusting his fingers inside his ass, holding them still as he pushed forward, pressing his torso against the dominant's back. "Such skin, it's going to sting," he began to thrust shallowly with his words, punctuating his point, "And you'll feel that twinge, it'll make you hard all over again. Can you even cum if I were to be soft, gentle like a fucking fairy tale? I doubt it." With his final word, Theo bent down, biting Emory's shoulder. He was quick, strong and swift enough to break skin before moving to another spot. His cock was hard, starting to leak as he tasted the blood on his tongue and he had to fuck him again. He moved his hands, but didn't waste time, yanking his body around, shoving the other against the tree, helpless with how he'd bound his hands. "I should gag you, too," Theo mused, lifting his thighs and bringing his cock back inside the ass, still tight despite the stretch of his fingers. He struggled to keep his face even as he began to thrust, leisurely, uncaring, but wanting to hear the slave scream nonethless. Shoving full inside, he reached a hand to the throat, cutting off all air, as he finally let go, fucking him shamelessly against the rough bark of the tree.

Emory listened to Theo's comment but chose not to answer. The other man liked to talk, and the more Theo talked, the more Emory could learn about him. On the whole, Theo was easy to read. There was a darkness in the man, one that craved power and control by inflicting pain on others and getting others to submit to what he wanted. However, submission wasn't something that Emory would do. And it was clear that his silence was affecting the older man because the next thing Emory knew, he was shoved roughly against the tree and the pressure was back at his throat. Fuck, this was definitely a lot hotter than he anticipated. It wasn't everyday that Emory encounter someone who gave so freely into his darkness, and it sent a thrill down his spine. His breath hitched in his throat as Theo filled him again, his arms straining against his binds as his body was rocked by the thrusts. This was exactly what Emory had come here for. Pain. Exquisite pain.

Theo growled in frustration with Emory's silence, wanting to hear each whimper of pain. He released his thumb, allowing enough air in his mouth so he wouldn't pass out, maybe later, but as he continued to thrust without care, he considered it as the dominant would cum. He didn't miss the looks of content with every scratch of the bark, as though the slave enjoyed the stings of pain more than Theo did. Gripping his throat, he pulled him forward, their chests pressed together and he didn't slow his hips, thrusts shallow with the angle. His free hand moved over Emory's back, fingertips pressing over each scratch, seeking the feel of the thick liquid he sought initially. "How's that feel, you fucker?" Theo pushed his chest back, releasing Emory's throat completely and pressing him back, palm against his chest as he reached his free hand, fingertips glistening with the dark wetness and moved it to the slave's cock, tugging roughly.

Emory maintained his eye contact with Theo, seeing the annoyance and anger in the man's eyes. This was control in one of its utmost glory. The irony of it all, that in spite being the one restrained and penetrated, that Emory was the one who was the least affected. Physical pain was always bearable, and the harder Theo pounded into him, the more intense the high. Emory met his thrusts half way, his breathing ragged with every thrust. His mouth fell open in a soundless gasps at the feeling of those fingers against the scrapes. Emory knew he was bleeding, but he had expected that there would be blood tonight. And as Theo finally turned his attention to his cock, Emory took that opportunity to surged forward, crushing his lips to the older man's.

Theo felt the moment he wanted to sink into the feelings, the sensations of his cock inside Emory's ass, the blood, the control. Instead, at at the touch the other man's lip, Theo pulled back, biting his bottom lip, rough, unyielding as he stroked his cock between them. He moved his other hand to the nape of Emory's neck, pulling his head back, staring down at him menacingly. "I control this," he demanded, his fist tightening around the cock stuck between them and he kissed him deeply, shoving his tongue inside the other's mouth. Theo loved this, feeling the other's fight, waiting for him to weaken and give in to everything he was receiving. Those marks on his back wouldn't go away overnight, and he'd feel everything in the morning or the day after.

Emory expected that Theo wouldn't have taken it well at the kiss. The man didn't look like someone who liked surprises, especially when it was something that was normally associated with intimacy. Emory licked at his lower lip, tasting the coppery tinge of blood as he did so. Good, now they were really starting to get somewhere. He closed his eyes briefly when Theo pulled at his hair, reveling in the ache that came with it. His eyes snapped open at the forceful kiss, and for a moment Emory simply let Theo did as he wished; his body pliant and yielding as Theo pounded into him and forcing him against the tree. And then, without warning, Emory clamped his teeth down on Theo's tongue before letting go and pulling back. "Sure you do, Theo." He gave Theo a smile, one that didn't reach his eyes. "Come on now, give it to me. Try and see if you can actually make me come."

Theo fucked hard, didn't care, but the taunting from Emory caused him to feel much angrier. It was initially a low thrum, settling beneath his skin, but as he continued, the fucking brat begging for more Theo had intend to give him. "I don't give a a fuck if you cum, you fucking ass," he hissed, giving into the teasing from the slave. Giving him a firm thrust, Theo pressed his hand roughly around his throat, squeezing, as the other grabbed the dominant's hip, keeping their body's together, not moving out, staying all the way in his ass. "I seek my own climax, I seek nothing for you," he spat, his breathing quick from the pleasure of the firm tightness surrounding his cock.

Emory could feel the effect the pressure around his throat was having on his breathing. It was already a challenge to breath to be suspended in this position, and now with the added restriction, Emory's heart rate sped up as it tried to compensate for the shortage of oxygen. The pain was absolutely divine, be it from the rough movement of Theo's hip, the friction against the tree bark, or the ache in his lungs as they struggled for air. This was the part where Emory started disengaging. It was a surreal experience, to be able to feel the pain but at the same time be above it all. Everything seemed to slow down and linger as he was put near the brink. It was a high that just seemed to get better every time. But Emory knew it wouldn't kill him, because he knew how to control the way his body responded and that when push came to shove, he would have enough strength to free himself from the bindings and put a stop to it; but until then, he just wanted to revel in the pain of it all. He clenched down around Theo as the older man fucked into him, savoring the sensation of being split open and taken, basking in the satisfaction of knowing that he, Emory Light, had once again gotten what he wanted.

Theo released his hand on the slave's throat, his fingers staying place, but allowing a few moments of air before replacing his grip. He could see Emory's eyes coming in and out of focus, something more that he was hiding, but Theo wasn't focusing on that. He was here for one purpose, to cum, not to be interested in some fucking dominant who couldn't land a fucking claim to begin with. He didn't speak, his breathing too fast to say the things he wanted to, getting a rise out of the slave fell to the back of his mind as the urge to cum grew stronger, his stomach twisting in a way to tell him was getting closer. Letting go of his throat, Theo moved both hands to beneath Emory's thigh, lifting him higher, scraping his back against the tree further. Using his hold on the back of his knees, Theo fucked harder into him, grunting as he fought to hold off just a little bit longer. "Cum," he demanded forcefully, not caring whether the kid would obey or not.

Emory was hard. Regardless of how he distanced himself from the experience, it would be doing himself a disservice to prevent his own body from experiencing the carnal pleasure that came with the act. His body reacted instinctively to the new inflow of air by taking in deep, gasping breaths when Theo let go of his throat. The thrusts were coming in a fast and erratic pace and Emory could tell that Theo was getting close. He shifted his hips and angled them so that each thrust would meet his prostate, clenching down on Theo so that he could increase the intensity of the friction and burn until one well placed thrust finally brought him over the edge and Emory came with a quiet shudder.

Theo groaned at the forced pressure around his cock, the slave cumming and he didn't let up, continuing the constant thrusts into his used asshole. "Such a slut, cumming already?" he gasped, struggling to keep the menacing tone, usually so easy but he wanted to cum. He let go of one of Emory's legs, reaching to hold the nape of his neck, pulling his body despite his bound wrists. Theo pressed his lips to the others, biting and kissing roughly as he pulled out of him, releasing with a loud groan, all over the slave's chest. He stroked the last of his orgasm and leaned his head over Emory's shoulder for a moment to catch his breath. "Good," he mumbled, stepped backwards, though his body was still tense from the exertion of the sex. His eyes flickered towards the slave's wrists and he smiled, thinking of his dark eyes, "Tell me your desire and I'll untie the knot."

Emory actually enjoyed the over-sensitivity that the body would experience after an orgasm. In a way, he almost wished that Theo could hold off a just a little longer so that he could draw this out. At the name-calling, Emory couldn't contain his laugh this time. "If it makes you feel better about what you're doing, by all means feel free to call me that." Emory had been called worse by others, but words couldn't hurt him. When he felt Theo's lips, Emory returned the kiss in kind, full of tongue and teeth. The warm splash of Theo's release was somewhat unexpected but not out of character for the older man, and Emory remained still as he watched the man climax before him. It had been one of the more enthralling experience he had in a while, that was for sure. Emory eyed Theo impassively at his next statement. It really didn't matter what he told Theo, he could get himself out of the knot if he wanted to. That said, it would still be interesting to see the man's reaction upon hearing his answer, not to mention there were so many words that Emory could choose from, each with a different meaning and purpose. Nonetheless, Emory waited for a few moments longer, his gaze never leaving Theo's. And then, with his lips curving up in an almost smirk, he responded. "To win."

Theo stepped back from where Emory still hung by his shirt, watching him. His face was stoic, as though he wasn't thinking a thing, but a part of him knew there was that meets the eyes. With his response, Theo couldn't help but smile and stepped forward, undoing the knot above his wrists, releasing him. He threw the shirt to the ground and began searching for his clothing. "You're smart," he mused, dressing without looking towards the other, "Witty, but what are you going to do when you have no one left to manipulate? Hmm? It will be quite boring by then, won't it?"

Emory rubbed at his wrists as circulation slowly came back to them. Even in the dim light, Emory could tell that there would be ligature marks on them came morning, not that he really particularly mind. Using his shirt as a wash cloth, he wiped himself down. The shirt would be a lost cause, but he had brought more than enough with him for the trip. He picked up his clothes from the ground and started to get dressed, feeling the jolt of pain up his spine with ever movement he made. He was certain that the soreness and pain he felt tonight would be more intense the next day, and in many ways Emory looked forward to it with great anticipation. Once again, he didn't answer Theo's question right away, choosing instead to focus on putting on the remainder of his clothing. It wasn't until when Emory was as dressed as he could be that he finally directed his attention at Theo again. "There will never be a dull moment for me." Emory picked up the ruined shirt from the ground and started toward the direction of the doctor's treehouse. After a few steps, Emory paused and looked over his shoulder at the older man. "And Theo?" He waited until the other man looked at him. "It's never manipulation when people have already dug their own graves." With those final words, Emory turned on his heels and headed down the trail, not bothering to look back again.

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