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snoggedThis is really not a fic that has any redeeming qualities. Pretty boys get hurt, there's non-con/rape, and a plot is barely there...but as far as I'm concerned, I'm proud to be dirty!bad!wrong and I hope the lot of you that read this are too :)
Title: Hostile
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Forrest/Oz/Graham
Word Count: 1817
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; dark, slash, adult language, sexual slurs, double penetration (oral and anal), restraints, non-con/rape
Summary: Set during “New Moon Rising" after Oz was captured
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rockstarpeach
A/N: written forjasonsnene who wanted double penetration (oral, anal, or vaginal)
Forrest had always thought of himself as a badass motherfucker. Someone that Shaft wouldn’t even dare mess with. It was that very attitude that had turned him into a blip on Maggie Walsh’s radar. She liked the way he presented himself in class and she had an extensive knowledge of his history. She knew about the gangs, the violence, and the bloodstains under his fingernails. She understood the terror of watching a best friend get torn apart by Hostiles. And most importantly, she understood his need to rip shit apart, his need to be a sadistic son of a bitch.
And when the other bastards in the program had their back turned, she heartily encouraged him to go as far as he wanted with whatever hostile tickled his fancy.
Tonight, he wanted their most recent capture: a werewolf. Forrest had nearly seen some hippie blond chick get slaughtered on account of this fucker and his dick stirred and twitched at the thought of making the beast pay.
Forrest reached the key pad that would unlock the hostile’s cage and patted his pockets, ensuring that his taser was pumped and ready. The corners of his lips twitched as he took in the sight of the naked man cowering in the corner.
“You’re gonna do as I say, got it? And you aren’t gonna budge ‘til I tell you too.”
The werewolf didn’t respond and Forrest took that as a sign of acquiescence. He punched in the numbers for the code and the barrier slipped away. Forrest quickly closed the distance between them, grabbing Oz’s arms and hoisting him off the floor.
“We’re gonna play a little game, wolf,” Forrest hissed. “And I bet its one you’ll like.”
Oz flinched as the soldier’s warm breath and harsh words hit his ear but he couldn’t find the words. He was willing to guess there weren’t any.
Forrest moved down the hallway before pushing his way into one of the lab rooms. He dumped Oz onto one of the examining table, taking care to lock the hostile’s wrists in place with the leather cuffs frequently found in mental health wards. Then, he proceeded to unzip his pants. The metal teeth gave way quickly and it didn’t take long for his erection to spill into his hands. Precum was already leaking from the tip and the lustful excitement in his gut was building.
“Looks like your lucky day,” Forrest replied, pushing his cock against Oz’s cheekbone and spreading the clear liquid across pale skin.
Oz closed his eyes, wishing this could all be some fucked up dream. Or at least, some hero would barge in and rescue him from a fate worse than death.
Forrest didn’t even have a chance to stuff the hostile’s mouth full of dick before the door crashed open, revealing a very pissed off looking Graham.
“What the fuck is this shit?” Graham spat, glancing between Oz and Forrest. He didn’t know what was worse: seeing his best friend about to fuck a hostile’s throat or feeling his own cock harden from the sight.
Forrest smirked, noticing the tenting going on inside Graham’s pants. “Just teaching this killer a lesson. Wanna join me?”
Graham’s eyes darkened and he stepped towards Oz’s still form, running his hand over the hard muscular plane of the werewolf’s calf. The muscles twitched underneath his palm and he felt his cock jump at the thought of actually getting inside this creature. “I…”
“Is it because he looks human?” Forrest snapped, sensing Graham’s uncertainty. “Man, don’t be going all soft on me. You gotta remember that this thing is a killer. It doesn’t need sympathy. It needs to be taught, needs to kneel, needs to obey. After all we’ve been through; you should be clamoring for a chance to rip a bitch like this wide open.”
Forrest’s dark eyes glinted with malice and Graham felt a cold shiver shoot down his spine. His gut was still twisting on this one but his brain and his dick were reverting back to the training he had received. That these hostiles, no matter what their faces looked like, were scum. Dirty rat scum that needed to be removed from the face of the Earth for the safety and sanity of the human race. “You’re right, man.”
“I know,” Forrest smirked. “And I know you’re dying to see what’s between his legs. Unless, you know, he can bite your dick off with his ass hole.”
Graham narrowed his eyes and his hands gripped Oz’s thighs, spreading him open on the examining table. He knew Forrest was attempting to banter and tease but he couldn’t shake the suspicion that something like that could happen. How was he to know what a werewolf’s anatomy was like? How was he supposed to know if this hostile really was all man 27 days out of the month? It’s not like they had a briefing on the mating shit when they started. Even still, he had to prove that he could throw back just as quick as Forrest could give it. “If he knows what good for him, he’ll save the biting for your dick.”
A wide smile broke across Forrest’s face and he positioned himself so his legs were on either side of Oz’s head. The tip of Forrest’s cock brushed against Oz’s lips and Oz squeezed his eyes tighter. Somewhere, deep in his gut, he knew that the time for heroes was over.
Graham stepped between Oz’s thighs and unzipped his pants, taking a moment to spit into his palm and coating his dick with the salty mixture. Then, he pushed a finger into Oz’s pucker, breaching the barrier, and pushing against the force that clearly didn’t want him there.
“Such a good, little slut,” Forrest murmured, using his hands to slide his cock into Oz’s mouth.
Oz choked and sputtered, his eyelids fluttering from the intrusion. He considered squirming, considered writhing, considered all the possible ways he could use his feet to debilitate Graham but he feared that this experience would be worse for him if he tried any of that. These guys were clearly sick and twisted and he feared the violence, the consequences. In the short time he had been here he had seen the scars, the matted blood, the sheer terror lurking behind the eyes of the other hostiles. This was a place where demons went to die, where they never saw the light of day again, and it didn’t matter to any one if they were harmless.
Graham removed his finger, and lined up his prick against the tight entrance. And this is where he liked guys over girls. He liked the constriction, the pressure, the way it intensified his orgasm. He particularly liked the way he could turn a man into a panting, moaning bitch but that wasn’t in the cards tonight. This thing didn’t deserve it.
He rubbed his prick against the crack of Oz’s ass, not caring that the man lying between him and Forrest wasn’t interested in this game. That he wasn’t turned on by it. That his dick was flaccid and soft, cowering against his stomach like a scared mouse. He looked up at Forrest and caught the hunger in his friend’s eyes. Forrest was clearly thrilled they were doing this together. That the creature between them was going to suffer because of their joint effort. And in that moment, Graham had never felt more ready to unleash the hurt, anger, and fear he had felt towards these creatures ever since he had joined up in the fight against them.
Graham pushed forward, and Oz let out a pained cry as his body was violated and his leg and ass muscles strained against it, as if there were some way he could get Graham’s dick out of his body through sheer force. Forrest groaned in pleasure from the reverberations of the noise, and he worked on shoving more of his cock into Oz’s mouth.
Tears burned against Oz’s cheeks as Graham took him, fucking him hard and fast. Each movement of the soldier’s cock felt raw and dragging, like a knife carving into his insides. He tried to slow his breathing but it hurt so damn much! He tried to concentrate on clearing his mind, tried to concentrate on the astral plane. He wanted to separate himself from his skin, wanted to disappear into the walls and leave them with an empty shell.
The power that came from taking another like this made Graham feel dizzy but also, superior. He continued rocking his hips, pushing his cock in and out of the hole, with rapidly increasing speed. It didn’t take long before he felt something sticky and wet rubbing against his erection. Something in his head told him it was blood but there was an even darker voice telling him to keep going. Knowing this creature was literally being torn apart beneath him threw his lust into overdrive. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was wrong to find this hot, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t deny himself the rush he was getting from this. It was just too damn good. Too damn amazing. Any doubts he had were completely shattered by this experience. His thrusts were shallow but it was enough to push him over the edge, to dump his seed into a convenient hole.
Forrest sloppily pushed his cock in and out of the wet cavern of Oz’s mouth, until he felt his balls draw up. It didn’t take long for him to come, coating the back of Oz’s throat with long, sticky strings of spunk.
They both pulled out of Oz simultaneously and were quick to put themselves back together. They used paper towels to wipe themselves clean and then tucked themselves back into their standard issue pants.
Forrest looked down at Oz and scooped the man into his arms, cradling him like a sack of potatoes. He left the room and walked down the hallway and unceremoniously dropped Oz onto the hard tiles of his holding cell.
It didn’t take more than a few seconds before the entire building descended into darkness, alarms and flashing lights warning those within of invaders.
Despite feeling used and bruised, Oz couldn’t help but feel the twitch of a grin at the corners of his lips as Forrest kicked his boot against the wall and stormed out of the room to take care of the situation, cursing a blue streak in his wake.
The cavalry was finally here and these boys were about to get a taste of the Slayer’s pain. Their bones would crack under the force of her roundhouse kicks, and they would bleed until they were begging her to stop. Based on earlier observations, everything they had done to him tonight would be channeled through her wrath. Knowing that, gave him a strange sense of peace.
Title: Hostile
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Forrest/Oz/Graham
Word Count: 1817
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; dark, slash, adult language, sexual slurs, double penetration (oral and anal), restraints, non-con/rape
Summary: Set during “New Moon Rising" after Oz was captured
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rockstarpeachA/N: written for
jasonsnene who wanted double penetration (oral, anal, or vaginal)Forrest had always thought of himself as a badass motherfucker. Someone that Shaft wouldn’t even dare mess with. It was that very attitude that had turned him into a blip on Maggie Walsh’s radar. She liked the way he presented himself in class and she had an extensive knowledge of his history. She knew about the gangs, the violence, and the bloodstains under his fingernails. She understood the terror of watching a best friend get torn apart by Hostiles. And most importantly, she understood his need to rip shit apart, his need to be a sadistic son of a bitch.
And when the other bastards in the program had their back turned, she heartily encouraged him to go as far as he wanted with whatever hostile tickled his fancy.
Tonight, he wanted their most recent capture: a werewolf. Forrest had nearly seen some hippie blond chick get slaughtered on account of this fucker and his dick stirred and twitched at the thought of making the beast pay.
Forrest reached the key pad that would unlock the hostile’s cage and patted his pockets, ensuring that his taser was pumped and ready. The corners of his lips twitched as he took in the sight of the naked man cowering in the corner.
“You’re gonna do as I say, got it? And you aren’t gonna budge ‘til I tell you too.”
The werewolf didn’t respond and Forrest took that as a sign of acquiescence. He punched in the numbers for the code and the barrier slipped away. Forrest quickly closed the distance between them, grabbing Oz’s arms and hoisting him off the floor.
“We’re gonna play a little game, wolf,” Forrest hissed. “And I bet its one you’ll like.”
Oz flinched as the soldier’s warm breath and harsh words hit his ear but he couldn’t find the words. He was willing to guess there weren’t any.
Forrest moved down the hallway before pushing his way into one of the lab rooms. He dumped Oz onto one of the examining table, taking care to lock the hostile’s wrists in place with the leather cuffs frequently found in mental health wards. Then, he proceeded to unzip his pants. The metal teeth gave way quickly and it didn’t take long for his erection to spill into his hands. Precum was already leaking from the tip and the lustful excitement in his gut was building.
“Looks like your lucky day,” Forrest replied, pushing his cock against Oz’s cheekbone and spreading the clear liquid across pale skin.
Oz closed his eyes, wishing this could all be some fucked up dream. Or at least, some hero would barge in and rescue him from a fate worse than death.
Forrest didn’t even have a chance to stuff the hostile’s mouth full of dick before the door crashed open, revealing a very pissed off looking Graham.
“What the fuck is this shit?” Graham spat, glancing between Oz and Forrest. He didn’t know what was worse: seeing his best friend about to fuck a hostile’s throat or feeling his own cock harden from the sight.
Forrest smirked, noticing the tenting going on inside Graham’s pants. “Just teaching this killer a lesson. Wanna join me?”
Graham’s eyes darkened and he stepped towards Oz’s still form, running his hand over the hard muscular plane of the werewolf’s calf. The muscles twitched underneath his palm and he felt his cock jump at the thought of actually getting inside this creature. “I…”
“Is it because he looks human?” Forrest snapped, sensing Graham’s uncertainty. “Man, don’t be going all soft on me. You gotta remember that this thing is a killer. It doesn’t need sympathy. It needs to be taught, needs to kneel, needs to obey. After all we’ve been through; you should be clamoring for a chance to rip a bitch like this wide open.”
Forrest’s dark eyes glinted with malice and Graham felt a cold shiver shoot down his spine. His gut was still twisting on this one but his brain and his dick were reverting back to the training he had received. That these hostiles, no matter what their faces looked like, were scum. Dirty rat scum that needed to be removed from the face of the Earth for the safety and sanity of the human race. “You’re right, man.”
“I know,” Forrest smirked. “And I know you’re dying to see what’s between his legs. Unless, you know, he can bite your dick off with his ass hole.”
Graham narrowed his eyes and his hands gripped Oz’s thighs, spreading him open on the examining table. He knew Forrest was attempting to banter and tease but he couldn’t shake the suspicion that something like that could happen. How was he to know what a werewolf’s anatomy was like? How was he supposed to know if this hostile really was all man 27 days out of the month? It’s not like they had a briefing on the mating shit when they started. Even still, he had to prove that he could throw back just as quick as Forrest could give it. “If he knows what good for him, he’ll save the biting for your dick.”
A wide smile broke across Forrest’s face and he positioned himself so his legs were on either side of Oz’s head. The tip of Forrest’s cock brushed against Oz’s lips and Oz squeezed his eyes tighter. Somewhere, deep in his gut, he knew that the time for heroes was over.
Graham stepped between Oz’s thighs and unzipped his pants, taking a moment to spit into his palm and coating his dick with the salty mixture. Then, he pushed a finger into Oz’s pucker, breaching the barrier, and pushing against the force that clearly didn’t want him there.
“Such a good, little slut,” Forrest murmured, using his hands to slide his cock into Oz’s mouth.
Oz choked and sputtered, his eyelids fluttering from the intrusion. He considered squirming, considered writhing, considered all the possible ways he could use his feet to debilitate Graham but he feared that this experience would be worse for him if he tried any of that. These guys were clearly sick and twisted and he feared the violence, the consequences. In the short time he had been here he had seen the scars, the matted blood, the sheer terror lurking behind the eyes of the other hostiles. This was a place where demons went to die, where they never saw the light of day again, and it didn’t matter to any one if they were harmless.
Graham removed his finger, and lined up his prick against the tight entrance. And this is where he liked guys over girls. He liked the constriction, the pressure, the way it intensified his orgasm. He particularly liked the way he could turn a man into a panting, moaning bitch but that wasn’t in the cards tonight. This thing didn’t deserve it.
He rubbed his prick against the crack of Oz’s ass, not caring that the man lying between him and Forrest wasn’t interested in this game. That he wasn’t turned on by it. That his dick was flaccid and soft, cowering against his stomach like a scared mouse. He looked up at Forrest and caught the hunger in his friend’s eyes. Forrest was clearly thrilled they were doing this together. That the creature between them was going to suffer because of their joint effort. And in that moment, Graham had never felt more ready to unleash the hurt, anger, and fear he had felt towards these creatures ever since he had joined up in the fight against them.
Graham pushed forward, and Oz let out a pained cry as his body was violated and his leg and ass muscles strained against it, as if there were some way he could get Graham’s dick out of his body through sheer force. Forrest groaned in pleasure from the reverberations of the noise, and he worked on shoving more of his cock into Oz’s mouth.
Tears burned against Oz’s cheeks as Graham took him, fucking him hard and fast. Each movement of the soldier’s cock felt raw and dragging, like a knife carving into his insides. He tried to slow his breathing but it hurt so damn much! He tried to concentrate on clearing his mind, tried to concentrate on the astral plane. He wanted to separate himself from his skin, wanted to disappear into the walls and leave them with an empty shell.
The power that came from taking another like this made Graham feel dizzy but also, superior. He continued rocking his hips, pushing his cock in and out of the hole, with rapidly increasing speed. It didn’t take long before he felt something sticky and wet rubbing against his erection. Something in his head told him it was blood but there was an even darker voice telling him to keep going. Knowing this creature was literally being torn apart beneath him threw his lust into overdrive. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was wrong to find this hot, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t deny himself the rush he was getting from this. It was just too damn good. Too damn amazing. Any doubts he had were completely shattered by this experience. His thrusts were shallow but it was enough to push him over the edge, to dump his seed into a convenient hole.
Forrest sloppily pushed his cock in and out of the wet cavern of Oz’s mouth, until he felt his balls draw up. It didn’t take long for him to come, coating the back of Oz’s throat with long, sticky strings of spunk.
They both pulled out of Oz simultaneously and were quick to put themselves back together. They used paper towels to wipe themselves clean and then tucked themselves back into their standard issue pants.
Forrest looked down at Oz and scooped the man into his arms, cradling him like a sack of potatoes. He left the room and walked down the hallway and unceremoniously dropped Oz onto the hard tiles of his holding cell.
It didn’t take more than a few seconds before the entire building descended into darkness, alarms and flashing lights warning those within of invaders.
Despite feeling used and bruised, Oz couldn’t help but feel the twitch of a grin at the corners of his lips as Forrest kicked his boot against the wall and stormed out of the room to take care of the situation, cursing a blue streak in his wake.
The cavalry was finally here and these boys were about to get a taste of the Slayer’s pain. Their bones would crack under the force of her roundhouse kicks, and they would bleed until they were begging her to stop. Based on earlier observations, everything they had done to him tonight would be channeled through her wrath. Knowing that, gave him a strange sense of peace.
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