Author: Deathangelgw
Disclaimer: AnK doesn’t
belong to me, but if it did…who says I’d share?!
Warnings: AU, lemon, rough,
angst, semi non-con.
Pairing: Raoul/Iason
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Raoul gets fed up
with Iason’s baiting and teaches him a lesson.
A/N: This was a five minute
fic that I wrote on the spur of the moment for my dearest friend, Maya. Now I’ll
share it with everyone else! Enjoy and please review!
Ignoring Raoul after stating
that he loved Rikki, Iason pulled back his pool cue and bent down to aim. He hit
the white ball, knocking it against the next ball in line, its passage crunching
the broken glass into fine powder. He could sense Raoul's eyes on him, boring
into his back angrily, though it was more out of frustration that he knew. And
he enjoyed playing his friend, seeing what he could say to get a rise out of the
other Blondie, Rikki being the latest in a line of successive hits.
What he didn't expect was
how far he'd pushed Raoul this time. He grunted as he was suddenly pushed onto
the table, pinned by a similarly muscled body as silver blond hair cascaded over
his shoulder. "Raoul!" he growled out, but was silenced as a strong hand grabbed
his hair and yanked his head back sharply.
"You are such a fucking
tease, Iason. You are always pushing my buttons. How does it feel to be out of
control this time?" Raoul snarled out angrily as he ran his other hand down to
unsnap Iason's pants and pushed them down as Iason squirmed in protest.
"Stop this, Raoul!" Iason
snapped out, his voice strained from having his head pulled back, but he was
shaking with both arousal and fear. Raoul had always been in control, more so
than Iason himself and to think he'd finally pushed Raoul to the brink
was...thrilling.
He groaned as his arousal
was freed and then grasped firmly by a gloved hand, causing him to thrust
forward. He hissed as he felt the strong body behind him press forward again,
bare skin searing his own as they came together and slid against the other. He
fought somewhat as the gloved hand moved down to spread his legs before he felt
the tip of Raoul's hot cock against his quivering entrance. "Raoul..." he hissed
out, fear and arousal spiraling through him.
"You like to push the edge,
Iason. You get off on it. Now you can find just what that edge is like..." Raoul
purred into his ear, earning a tremulous moan from his friend before he pushed
in sharply, smirking as Iason arched sharply in pain as he was breached
unprepared. He waited, relishing in the throbbing heat that surrounded his
pulsing cock before he began to move, his own copious amounts of pre-come
slicking the way as they began to move together. He pushed Iason down onto the
pool table as he thrust harder and faster into his friend, moving them towards a
climax that would blow their minds.
The harsh sounds of Iason's
pleas and skin meeting skin filled the room as they moved together, soon joined
with grunting as Raoul moved frantically. Raoul moved his gloved hand down
stroke Iason and that was it for them both. With sharp cries of pleasure, they
arched wildly and trembled as they climaxed as one, blond hair mingling as their
heads tossed.
They collapsed forward,
gasping for air in the aftermath before Raoul pulled out. He straightened
shakily and pulled up his pants before heading towards the door. He looked back
to where his friend lay, bleeding on the table. "Just remember, Iason...in the
end, the edge is not something you come back from," he warned before leaving.
Sitting up and smirking as
he brushed a hand over his bleeding lip where he had bitten down, Iason glanced
towards the door. "Ah, but it is sometimes the best way to go," he murmured
before pulling up his own pants and limping over to the wet bar. Taking up a
drink, he mused on what had happened and wondered if it precluded anything.
~fin
