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(Anonymous)
Sep. 26th, 2010 12:28 am (UTC)
FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (1/?)
A/N: So...this fic is gonna be about five different kinds of wrong. Please heed the warnings.

Warnings: dub-con, non-con, multiple partners, abusive relationship


The Kindness of Strangers

It had been Monte’s idea, coming to the party, that is. Yet another trip that had to be made, yet another guy that had to be tracked down, always something, always something for the band. It wasn’t exactly like Adam could complain, or turn the man down when he’d asked Adam to come along. As long as The Citizen Vein were still pounding the pavement, cutting demos and scraping by, Monte’s and Adam’s fates were inextricably linked, a guitar player and a front man, two college seniors still, searching for that big break.

That break was all that Adam cared about. Not school, not homework, not friends, and certainly not rowdy house parties on frat row. He raised the rapidly warming beer in his hand to his lips and took a long drag, blue eyes glazed over, any spark of interest long extinguished by the twenty minutes he’d spent waiting alone in a corner while Monte was tracking down some junior who knew a guy whose second cousin could get the band a great deal on much-needed new amps.

A trio of sorority girls walked by him, Marc Jacobs wristlets dangling from their slender arms, identical platinum blonde hair swaying, pink-glossed lips occupied with idle gossip. Across the room, some of the house brothers were tossing around a football, and eventually it slipped out of drunken hands, crashing into a lamp and sending the thing to the ground in a hail of shattered glass and electrical sparks. They all cackled and pounded out high-fives, apathetic to the damage they’d just caused. And somewhere in the distance, some brilliant asshole turned the already blaring music up even louder, until Adam swore he could feel the bass fucking with his heartbeat.

He couldn’t wait to get out of here. But another ten minutes passed with no return appearance by Monte. By then, the crowd had multiplied so that the entire ground floor was packed, both inside and outside in the backyard, bodies packed in tightly together, liquor flowing freely everywhere. Adam could barely breathe. He glanced over at the staircase leading up to the second level of the frat house and wondered if it was any better up there. It had to be, he figured. He hadn’t seen anyone go up there in the last half hour. Adam looked out at the crush of partygoers and back up at the second floor landing. It was worth a shot.

Adam pushed through the crowd, his broad 6 foot, 1 inch frame coming in handy at the moment as he alternated between gentle nudges and outright shoves until he reached the staircase. He took them two at a time, long legs flexing as he practically raced up the stairs. He walked into the first open room he saw, some stranger’s bedroom, and closed the door behind him, thrilled to have found an empty space.

Adam sat down on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his thick, black hair. It wasn’t that he was anti-social. He got along well enough with people when it suited his purposes. He knew the effect of his wide smile, his scattered freckles and the lilting tone of his voice, and he used all three to his advantage when he wanted. So no, he wasn’t anti-social. He just…didn’t care much for anything beside his music. Everything else was dispensable, replaceable. Including people. Someone had called him jaded once. Perhaps that was the word. Jaded, not anti-social.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 26th, 2010 12:39 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (2/?)
He looked around the dimly-lit, empty room, catching his reflection in a wall mirror by the closet. He looked almost as bad as he felt, black eyeliner smudged from rubbing at his eyes in boredom one too many times. He shot to his feet, already pulling out a small eyeliner pencil from his back pocket as he headed across the room, thankful for the attached bathroom that meant he wouldn’t have to leave his recently-discovered sanctuary.

Adam was leaning forward over the bathroom sink, ceiling light nice and bright and guiding his way as he fixed his eye makeup, when he heard the muffled sound of someone fiddling with the outside door. Quickly, he flipped the light switch in the bathroom, blanketing the space in darkness as the interloper—or rightful owner, Adam supposed—found success. The bathroom door was still slightly ajar, and through the opening, Adam watched as a small, wiry figure with a shock of blond hair stumbled toward the bed and sprawled onto his back, not bothering to shut the bedroom door. Light spilled in from the hallway, and as the figure moved on the bed, face illuminated for a moment by the hallway light, Adam felt a sudden jolt of recognition.

Tommy Ratliff.

The sophomore had tried out for their band a couple months ago, when spring semester had started back up and their bass player had decided to take a semester off, staying behind in Michigan instead of getting back to school in LA. Tommy had been good, a little jumpy, but good. But others had been better. Probably because guitar was Tommy’s main instrument, not bass, and unfortunately for Tommy, Monte had that on lock. They’d almost picked him anyway. He’d had the look the band was going for, that 70s glam rock look and the contrasts between Tommy and Adam would have looked great up there on stage, playing against each other for the audience. But in the end, they’d gone a different way. Adam hadn’t spared Tommy Ratliff a second thought ever since. And why would he? The moment Monte crossed the guy’s name off their list that afternoon, Tommy Ratliff was useless to Adam, a non-entity.

But now, here he was, still as pretty as he’d looked that day at the audition, blond hair painstakingly arranged on his head and makeup perfect on his delicate face. He was clearly drunk, moving about restlessly on the bed, the room no doubt spinning madly for him. Adam watched Tommy, taking in the way his black jeans and studded, black t-shirt stretched tightly across his small body as he moved, lush lips parted, moaning a little, and suddenly, Adam felt his first genuine spark of interest since the moment he’ d walked into the crowded party.

He was still watching Tommy, trying to gauge just how drunk the guy was, when three men walked into the room. Adam shrank back from the bathroom door, twisting his body around a little, so that he could stay as hidden as possible but still be able to see into the bedroom.
isolde13
Sep. 26th, 2010 12:50 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (2/?)
OMG, MORE NOW, PLEASE....

PLEASE...

Interesting take, by the way, the college AU.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 26th, 2010 12:50 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (3/?)
“Well, looks like we can call off the search party.”

“Yeah, Cade, we found your missing person. No need to file a report.”

Two of the men laughed, amused by their own lame joke while the third man—Cade, apparently—stalked over to the bed and grabbed two fistfuls of Tommy’s black t-shirt, pulling him roughly, until he was sitting up in the bed.

“What the hell were you thinking, running off like that?” Cade hissed, shaking Tommy as he spoke.

“Sorry….sorry…had to lie down. Everything was spinning,” Tommy mumbled, words slurred as he stared up at Cade, dazed brown eyes wide-open.

“How many times have I told you, huh? I don’t care if the devil himself sent you a fucking invitation; you don’t go anywhere without my say-so.”

Tommy’s pale, slender hands came up to cover Cade’s where they still gripped his shirt tightly. “I’m sorry, Cade. So sorry.”

“Yeah? You sorry about that guy too? That idiot you were hanging all over like a greedy little slut?”

“It was about class. I…I told you already.”

Cade snorted, the sound loud and harsh and devoid of mirth. “You think I’m stupid? Since when do you give two shits about class?”

He let go of Tommy’s shirt abruptly, and Tommy almost fell over before catching himself on unsteady arms.

“Fuck, Tommy. It’s like you want me to be upset. It’s like you want me to hurt you.”

He struck then, lightning fast, large hand arcing through the air and catching Tommy across his right cheek, the blow loud and brutal-sounding in the silent room. Adam’s startled gaze flew to the other two men, but they were simply looking on, unruffled by the display of violence, like it was nothing unusual at all. Adam’s gaze returned to the pair closer to him, one small and pale where the other was large, a little taller than Adam himself and deeply tanned. Cade was easily twice Tommy’s size and more, and Adam couldn’t help wondering just how many times he’d done this before.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry….”

Tommy’s voice was shaky with the threat of tears, pale hand cradling his jaw, skin flushed a deep red now where Cade had struck him.

Instead of appeasing him, the apology seemed to make Cade angrier. He gripped a fistful of Tommy’s hair and twisted his wrist cruelly, so that Tommy’s head arched backward, the muscles in his neck high and tight with strain.

“’Sorry, sorry, sorry’, that’s all I ever hear from you. If you’d only stop fucking up, you wouldn’t have to be sorry. You’re so fucking useless, Tommy. Why do I bother with you when I could have someone better?”

“I’m so sorry, Cade. I’ll be better, I swear.”

Cade let him go and stepped back from bed, lips twisted in disdain. “You’re never going to change. You’ll always be fucking useless. I’m wasting my time with you.” Cade turned around then and began to walk toward the door.

“Wait!” Tommy scrambled off the bed and stood to his feet, swaying a little, drunk and unsteady. “I love you! Please, let me prove it to you. I’ll be better, I swear.”

Cade stopped halfway to the door and turned around. “You wanna prove it to me?” he said, something new in his tone, something that Adam didn’t quite recognize as he watched the bizarre scene unfold.

“Mark, shut the door.”

One of the other two men moved instantly, shutting the door. Then he reached for the lamp on top of the writing desk near the door and turned it on.

Cade took a step towards Tommy. “You want to prove yourself? You want to prove you’re not completely useless? Alright, I’ll bite. Entertain us. Do the only thing a little whore like you is good at.”

Tommy’s eyes widened, and from where he stood, Adam couldn’t tell if it was shock or fear or a mixture of both. Tommy’s gaze darted toward the other two men in the room before the he turned back to Cade.

“You said…Cade, you said….before…you said that was the last time. You promised.” Tommy’s hands trembled at his sides.

“And you promised you’d quit being such a useless fuck-up. So, here we are.” Cade shrugged his shoulders carelessly, as if he were talking about the weather, and not about his boyfriend servicing three men at the same time.

“Take off your clothes.”
valress
Sep. 26th, 2010 12:52 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 6
Oh wow... this is AMAZING BB!
valress
Sep. 26th, 2010 01:00 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (3/?)
Oh MY!! More... please
sulwen
Sep. 26th, 2010 01:03 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (3/?)
Well this is just awesome. Can't wait for more! <3
medea_aries
Sep. 26th, 2010 01:27 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 6
OMG. Wonderful story, horrible situation, and I'm loving it so much! =D *sits happily to wait next week's part"
medea_aries
Sep. 26th, 2010 01:58 am (UTC)
Re: Short (and faily) fill
Awwww... love it! It's like seeing a piece of an entire world. It's really sweet.
medea_aries
Sep. 26th, 2010 02:20 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (3/?)
Holy shit...

OP here, and I've been hoping for the longest time someone'd pick up this one. It's amazing, and I can't wait to see more. Thank you so much!
(Anonymous)
Sep. 26th, 2010 02:20 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (4/?)
“Cade, please. Ask me…ask me something else. Anything else.”

“Take off your clothes,” Cade repeated, a thread of warning in his tone.

“Cade, I don’t want…I can’t—”

“I said, take off your fucking clothes!” Cade closed the distance between himself and Tommy and struck him again, hand catching against the same spot and sending Tommy reeling backward.

“Don’t make me ask you again.”

Cade didn’t have to. This time, Tommy heeded his command, hands shaking as he reached for the hem of his t-shirt and began to tug, pulling the garment off his body and tossing it to the carpeted floor. He glanced over at the other men when he was done, opening his mouth as if to speak before thinking better of it and clamming up again. Slowly, Tommy unbuckled his belt and toed of his ankle boots and socks. Then he peeled off his jeans and underwear simultaneously before straightening up, naked body pale and shivering, eyes dark and downcast.

“Move.”

Tommy obeyed instantly, moving toward Cade. He sank down to his knees, hand reaching for Cade’s shiny belt buckle and working it open before sliding down his zipper.

“That’s it,” Cade said as Tommy reached into his black boxers and drew out his half-hard cock, fingers gripping tight. “Suck me, Tommy. Come on. Show us what a good little cocksucker you are.”

Adam heard Tommy’s breath catch at Cade’s words, even as he leaned forward and opened his pretty mouth. As Adam watched, Tommy’s tongue darted out, licking at the head of Cade’s cock, circling, getting him wet. As he moved, Cade’s cock filled in fully, growing longer and thicker in Tommy’s hand and in his mouth, stretching his glossed, lush lips thin.

“Fuck,” Cade swore when Tommy tightened his lips around the head of his cock, sucking hard on the swollen flesh, cheeks hollowing with his effort. He gripped fistfuls of Tommy’s hair and began to move, shuttling his cock in and out of Tommy’s mouth, thick flesh cock glistening wet with saliva. He fucked Tommy’s face ruthlessly, ignoring the hands scrabbling at his thighs, pushing as Tommy struggled for air, for mercy. As Adam watched, Cade gave him neither, tightening his hold on Tommy’s hair instead and ramming his cock deep into his mouth, using him, making a show of it, almost like he was putting on a production for the other men in the room. After what seemed like forever to Adam, Cade finally thrust deep and held still, body jerking as he came, spilling his cum into Tommy’s mouth and holding him still even though Tommy was clearly choking.

A long moment passed before Cade finally pulled away, watching dispassionately as Tommy clutched at his throat, gulping in air. Tommy had barely recovered when Cade issued his next order.

“Get over there. Prove yourself.”

Tommy raised wide eyes to Cade’s. Adam could tell from his expression that Tommy had been hoping that taking Cade would be enough, that it would maybe end there. Clearly, he was doomed to disappointment. He watched Tommy’s slender shoulders slump in defeat as he began to rise to his feet.

“No. Stay on your knees. Crawl.

Adam couldn’t see Tommy’s expression after the command rang out because Tommy turned away from him, dropping to his hands and knees almost instantly and crawling toward the other two men. He stopped in front of the redhead—Mark, Adam recalled—and reached for his belt buckle.

“Where are your manners, Tommy?”

Tommy turned around to glance at Cade. “What?”

“You didn’t ask Mark’s permission.”

Adam saw Mark break into a wide grin as he stared down at where Tommy knelt, pale and naked and completely vulnerable, hands frozen on Mark’s belt buckle.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Mark drawled out, tone mocking. “Go ahead and ask. I won’t bite.”

Adam watched as color crept up Tommy’s neck, no doubt suffusing his face as well. Embarrassment. Shame. At being forced to ask for something he clearly didn’t want.

“Can I…suck your cock?” Tommy whispered, the words barely carrying to where Adam stood, shrouded in darkness.

“What was that?” Mark said, still grinning. “I didn’t quite catch it."

Tommy cleared his throat and spoke louder. “Can I suck your cock…please?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely and all….”
starsparkle333
Sep. 26th, 2010 02:20 am (UTC)
Re: Short (and faily) fill
this is the most adorable thing in the history of adorable things. <3 and it made my heart happy
(Anonymous)
Sep. 26th, 2010 02:30 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (3/?)
Author here.

I posed this question to the OP earlier, before I started writing:

Every once in a while over the last month, I think of this prompt. Yesterday, I thought about it a lot. I'm thinking that I'm going to write this, but I need parameters.

What are you looking for here? 'Cos this fic could be ~fucked up in the head. Shall I pull my punches a little or go scorched earth? You tell me.
isolde13
Sep. 26th, 2010 02:47 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (3/?)
Not the OP but I vote for scorched earth.

Just saying.

sulwen
Sep. 26th, 2010 02:49 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (3/?)
I'm not the OP either, but I'm with Isolde. If you're gonna go dark, make it DARK. *angstwhore*
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