Do not piss off a Colombian drug lord
Feb. 26th, 2005 08:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lunabee34Okay, this is for my darling sis ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thatbitch_sarah who is not normally into slash, but is totally into Escobar and Christian from "Nip Tuck." Even she agreed that some slashy luvving (or, okay non-con) between those two would be deeelighful. So--
Rating: NC-17, non-consensual sex, bondage kinkiness, and some general not-niceness
Pairing: Escobar/Christian from "Nip Tuck"
Totally unbeta'd and my first attempt at actual down and dirty kinky man-sex.
In here
Christian woke to the sound of his Egyptian cotton sheets shredding. He shook off the fog of his customary martini nightcap and reached out to turn on the lamp on his bedside table. Or, he would've reached, but his left arm oh, god the right one, too, and my legs were held curiously immobile. Moonlight filtered into the apartment through the blinds on his balcony window and glinted on the wicked curve of a naked blade. A blade that was running slowly up from an ankle bound with the remnants of his 500 thread-count sheets to the soft flesh of his inner thigh. A blade held lightly in the hand of the man Christian feared most--Escobar.
Escobar knelt on the end of the bed, letting the knife's edge press just so into Christian's thigh, not deeply enough to draw blood, but far enough to hone Christian's awareness into complete sobriety. "What did I tell you, Christian? We had a deal, did we not?"
Christian flexed his arms, subtly trying the knots at his wrists as he answered the mercenary. "I don't know what you're talking about, Escobar. We've done everything you ever asked."
Escobar slowly panthered up Christian's prone body, his smile gleaming strangely in the moonlight. He set the knife on the bedside table and straddled Christian's pelvis while gripping the doctor's head firmly with one hand. "You helped that bitch get away from me. You told her there was no modeling agency in Florida. She was good for at least two more heroin runs, and now I have to find another girl." Escobar pulled Christian's face closer in, tightening his fingers in Christian's hair. "You don't fuck with what's mine, Christian. I had plans for Luisa, plans you ruined when you gave that bitch her little ticket to freedom. Well, Christian, if Luisa's gone, you can take her place."
Christian's eyes widened in fear. Take her place? What the fuck is he talking about? He can't force me to smuggle heroin . . . And then Escobar's knife was delicately carving his briefs from his body, and Christian knew exactly what the drug lord meant.
"Escobar, please! Don't do this; I'll make it up to you some other way! Please!"
Escobar casually backhanded Christian, his ring leaving a bloody mark on Christian's cheek. "Shut the fuck up, doctor. If you speak again, this will go much worse for you, I promise."
Escobar slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing a well-muscled chest adorned with a variety of tattoos. He looked dangerous, feral even, in the faint silver glow that lighted the room. He threw his shirt on the floor on top of the ripped bits of Christian's underwear and left the bed to stand before Christian's stereo.
"I've seen you work, Christian. Always to music, isn't it?" Escobar pressed a button and grinding electronica blasted the room. Escobar reached a hand down to his slacks and unbuttoned them, pushing the fabric down his hips to a puddle at his feet. Christian could see the other man's obvious erection beneath his boxers, and his fear intensified. Escobar stepped out of his boxers and walked back over to the bed.
Escobar again straddled Christian's pelvis, but this time, his naked cock pressed into the doctor's belly, hard and dripping against washboard abs. With a truly disturbing grin, Escobar reached down between them and closed his fingers around Christian's flaccid cock. In horror, Christian realized that his body was responding as Escobar stroked him softly up and down. With his other hand, Escobar pinched Christian's nipple harshly, laughing softly when Christian's cock throbbed in his hand at the touch.
"You like that, do you, Christian? You're going to like this even better." Escobar gave Christian's cock a few more tugs until the other man was completely hard in his hand. Then he shimmied up Christian's body and put his cock on Christian's cheek. Holding the knife in one hand and Christian's head in the other, Escobar said, "You're going to suck my cock, now, Christian. Suck it like your life depends on it." Then he placed the blade against Christian's throat and smiled again that unsettling smile.
Christian opened his mouth and Escobar slid himself inside. He had very little choice over the pacing or the depth to which Escobar entered him. He closed his eyes in an attempt to distance himself from what was happening, but he could still feel the head of Escobar's cock sliding against his tongue and his lips growing number from the prolonged thrusting. Finally, Escobar's hand clutched his hair tighter, more convulsively, and Christian's throat filled with his seed. Escobar withdrew and reached a hand down to carress Christian's erection, which had never flagged, despite his fear and horror.
"We'll pick this up again later, hombre. I think our new arrangement will work perfectly, don't you."
After Escobar had left, Christian used the time before his maid found and untied him to fantasize about the many ways their arrangement could be fulfilled.
thatbitch_sarah who is not normally into slash, but is totally into Escobar and Christian from "Nip Tuck." Even she agreed that some slashy luvving (or, okay non-con) between those two would be deeelighful. So--Rating: NC-17, non-consensual sex, bondage kinkiness, and some general not-niceness
Pairing: Escobar/Christian from "Nip Tuck"
Totally unbeta'd and my first attempt at actual down and dirty kinky man-sex.
In here
Christian woke to the sound of his Egyptian cotton sheets shredding. He shook off the fog of his customary martini nightcap and reached out to turn on the lamp on his bedside table. Or, he would've reached, but his left arm oh, god the right one, too, and my legs were held curiously immobile. Moonlight filtered into the apartment through the blinds on his balcony window and glinted on the wicked curve of a naked blade. A blade that was running slowly up from an ankle bound with the remnants of his 500 thread-count sheets to the soft flesh of his inner thigh. A blade held lightly in the hand of the man Christian feared most--Escobar.
Escobar knelt on the end of the bed, letting the knife's edge press just so into Christian's thigh, not deeply enough to draw blood, but far enough to hone Christian's awareness into complete sobriety. "What did I tell you, Christian? We had a deal, did we not?"
Christian flexed his arms, subtly trying the knots at his wrists as he answered the mercenary. "I don't know what you're talking about, Escobar. We've done everything you ever asked."
Escobar slowly panthered up Christian's prone body, his smile gleaming strangely in the moonlight. He set the knife on the bedside table and straddled Christian's pelvis while gripping the doctor's head firmly with one hand. "You helped that bitch get away from me. You told her there was no modeling agency in Florida. She was good for at least two more heroin runs, and now I have to find another girl." Escobar pulled Christian's face closer in, tightening his fingers in Christian's hair. "You don't fuck with what's mine, Christian. I had plans for Luisa, plans you ruined when you gave that bitch her little ticket to freedom. Well, Christian, if Luisa's gone, you can take her place."
Christian's eyes widened in fear. Take her place? What the fuck is he talking about? He can't force me to smuggle heroin . . . And then Escobar's knife was delicately carving his briefs from his body, and Christian knew exactly what the drug lord meant.
"Escobar, please! Don't do this; I'll make it up to you some other way! Please!"
Escobar casually backhanded Christian, his ring leaving a bloody mark on Christian's cheek. "Shut the fuck up, doctor. If you speak again, this will go much worse for you, I promise."
Escobar slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing a well-muscled chest adorned with a variety of tattoos. He looked dangerous, feral even, in the faint silver glow that lighted the room. He threw his shirt on the floor on top of the ripped bits of Christian's underwear and left the bed to stand before Christian's stereo.
"I've seen you work, Christian. Always to music, isn't it?" Escobar pressed a button and grinding electronica blasted the room. Escobar reached a hand down to his slacks and unbuttoned them, pushing the fabric down his hips to a puddle at his feet. Christian could see the other man's obvious erection beneath his boxers, and his fear intensified. Escobar stepped out of his boxers and walked back over to the bed.
Escobar again straddled Christian's pelvis, but this time, his naked cock pressed into the doctor's belly, hard and dripping against washboard abs. With a truly disturbing grin, Escobar reached down between them and closed his fingers around Christian's flaccid cock. In horror, Christian realized that his body was responding as Escobar stroked him softly up and down. With his other hand, Escobar pinched Christian's nipple harshly, laughing softly when Christian's cock throbbed in his hand at the touch.
"You like that, do you, Christian? You're going to like this even better." Escobar gave Christian's cock a few more tugs until the other man was completely hard in his hand. Then he shimmied up Christian's body and put his cock on Christian's cheek. Holding the knife in one hand and Christian's head in the other, Escobar said, "You're going to suck my cock, now, Christian. Suck it like your life depends on it." Then he placed the blade against Christian's throat and smiled again that unsettling smile.
Christian opened his mouth and Escobar slid himself inside. He had very little choice over the pacing or the depth to which Escobar entered him. He closed his eyes in an attempt to distance himself from what was happening, but he could still feel the head of Escobar's cock sliding against his tongue and his lips growing number from the prolonged thrusting. Finally, Escobar's hand clutched his hair tighter, more convulsively, and Christian's throat filled with his seed. Escobar withdrew and reached a hand down to carress Christian's erection, which had never flagged, despite his fear and horror.
"We'll pick this up again later, hombre. I think our new arrangement will work perfectly, don't you."
After Escobar had left, Christian used the time before his maid found and untied him to fantasize about the many ways their arrangement could be fulfilled.
