Title: Use Somebody
Author: Castiel! at the Disco (a/k/a calcium_yeah)
Rating: R
Fandom: Emmerdale
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Aaron Livesy / Nathan Wylde
Disclaimer: A collection of people own Emmerdale and its characters. I own nothing.
Notes: Yes, the title is based on a Kings of Leon song. I've played with the early March timeline a bit as Nathan has not left town yet, but Holly has dumped Aaron and he's freaking out about it.
Warning: Nathan is a villain who's just learned his mom killed his father, and Aaron is a bit troubled and not at all okay with his sexuality…this is a dysfunctional relationship.
Summary: Aaron and Nathan are both in downward spirals and things only get worse when they violently hook up after a confrontation.
It wasn't hard to find a secluded area in Emmerdale. There were farmlands and woods, and most everywhere closed up so early that it could feel like you were the only one in the world if you went walking too late.
When Aaron got back off the bus from Hotten, it felt good to be so close to seclusion. All the alcohol he'd taken in was starting to give him a headache, but the drunken fog was lifting and he was left to realize what an utter prick he'd been.
It was another night ending off with Aaron feeling like a complete idiot, and he was getting tired of it. He'd taken a dig at Adam, shouted at Paddy, and flat out insulted Eli. He probably had everyone thinking that Holly'd made the right choice getting rid of him. He couldn't face Paddy—and knowing him he was sitting up waiting for Aaron to get home.
Aaron wandered off, looking to be anywhere but Smithy Cottage. He wound up stomping through a small almost wooded area that lay in the vicinity of Home Farm. The trees were dense enough to block Aaron's view of the nearby road and it gave him the sense that he'd run off into the wild. Sometimes it felt like that's where he belonged; like a savage animal.
Aaron gripped his head in frustration, pacing in a small clearing and unable to make his anger dissipate. He hated this. He hated the person he had become. Knocking Lizzie over, yelling at everybody all the time. It was draining.
The trees weren't full enough to block out the moon, but Aaron was too upset to even let it light the way. His eyes were clenched closed and it was almost inevitable when his right elbow bashed into a nearby tree.
"Fuck!" He pivoted away from the tree and grabbed his elbow, still holding his head with his right hand. He bent forward for a few seconds and waited for the pain to subside. When the pain had gone down he turned to the tree and swung hard. The skin of his knuckles broke open when they hit jagged bark; blood streamed out over his hand and the tree.
The flash of pain overrode the stinging in his elbow and he grabbed himself by the wrist, unable to even touch the smashed open knuckles. He felt like even more of an idiot now, which is why embarrassment was his initial reaction to seeing the outline of another person heading towards the clearing.
It took a moment for Aaron's brain to register the sight before him. A man, moonlight bouncing off of brown or blond hair, about Aaron's size and somewhat familiar. Aaron flexed his fingers, opening and closing them into a fist, and squinting in pain at the approaching figure.
"That's fitting, isn't it?" Nathan Wylde's voice rang out in the empty night as he stepped into the clearing. He was wrapped in a black pea coat and sneering in Aaron's direction. Even in the low lighting Aaron could see how bruised his mouth was from the hit Ryan had dished out. Nathan gestured at his bleeding knuckles. "Causing trouble. Ruining everything you touch."
"Woulda helped Ryan ruin you if I'd had a chance." Aaron tried to play down how much pain he was still in as he spoke. "You'll want to find somewhere else to be."
"I quite like it here." Nathan ignored Aaron's comment and turned his palms face up, clearly getting some enjoyment by rubbing Aaron the wrong way.
"You're seriously picking a bad day if you wanna start up with me." Aaron let his fingers stay curled into a fist. "I have had a really bad week, and kicking your head in can only improve it."
"Bad day, bad week, I can trump you with a bad month. Which is why I don't appreciate you sticking your nose in with me and Ryan." Nathan continued to walk towards Aaron, his fists curled up and ready for a fight.
"Yeah, speaking of Ryan. You already got a good one." Aaron pointed at Nathan's bruised lip and jaw. "Why don't you let yourself heal up before taking another beating, yeah?"
"You're gonna dish that one out, are you?" Nathan reached Aaron and shoved him one too many times as far as Aaron was concerned. Aaron didn't really know what was going on with Nathan and Ryan, and he didn't care, but from what Aaron could tell, Nathan had come out looking for a fight.
"You've had it coming a long time, haven't you?" Aaron grabbed the lapels of Nathan's jacket and pushed him against a tree.
Nathan smiled and nodded 'yes' before taking the first swing. He wanted a fight—needed a fight. His fist connected with Aaron's jaw and a wash of relief passed over him. Finally, a distraction from the mess his life was becoming.
Aaron hadn't expected the hit to come so fast and he stumbled backwards, losing the grip he'd had with his left hand. He came back quickly though and used that hand to shove Nathan's head back into the tree.
"Ah! Damn!" Nathan shouted when his skull made contact. "You little—"
Aaron's fist hit Nathan in the mouth before he could get the rest of the sentence out of his mouth. Nathan's lip reopened and started bleeding down over his chin. He backed away from Aaron, hunched over on himself and holding the back of his head and his mouth. He looked at Aaron out of the corner of his eye and saw the other man lifting his leg, presumable to kick him over.
Nathan spun around and ran towards Aaron, shoving him back into the tree that had already caused the both of them trouble. He grabbed Aaron by the chin, and Aaron tried to dislodge his hands but he was unsuccessful and Nathan forced his face to the side and slammed it into the tree.
Aaron lifted his knee and tried to knee Nathan in the stomach, but Nathan grabbed his leg and continued to smash Aaron's face into the tree. Aaron finally stopped trying to get Nathan's hand off of his face and reached for Nathan's hair, pulling it until the other man let go.
When he was far enough away, Aaron hit Nathan square in the eye, scraping his already broken skin across Nathan's face. Nathan tried to blink away the blood that had gotten in his eyes, a bit dazed from the punch he'd just taken. He swung blindly and his fist grazed Aaron's shoulder. His arm continued in its forward motion and took Nathan with him. He stumbled forward and tripped over Aaron's feet, sending them both in a tumble to the grass below.
The fall knocked Aaron's breath out of his body and he immediately reached for the back of his head, where he'd hit the ground.
Nathan sank his nails into Aaron's throat, eliciting a scream; the other boy finally stopped punching him and attempted to dislodge the nails from his throat. Aaron just needed to breathe, just needed to get himself control.
Aaron was frantic; it felt like Nathan was going to choke him to death. No one would know, no one would find him; no one would even suspect Nathan. He started kicking his legs until he felt Nathan loosen his grip on Aaron's neck to try to grab for Aaron's hands in return.
It wasn't hard for Nathan to get control of the other man's wrists, as Aaron had been weakly pulling on Nathan's hands. He pulled Aaron's arms until they were crossed at the wrist across Aaron's chest. Sitting atop Aaron's hips, Nathan was hunched over to keep a grip.
"Just calm down, alright?!" Nathan tried to get Aaron to stop freaking out before one of them got seriously hurt.
"I will calm down when you get off of me." Aaron pushed off of the ground with his feet and tried to lift Nathan off of him with his hips. When Aaron raised his hips, Nathan felt a stiff pressure underneath him and he tilted his head in confusion before realizing what it was.
Nathan squinted at Aaron in disbelief, mouth hanging open until it slowly shifted into an amused smirk. He shifted himself backwards until he was sitting on Aaron's now-obvious erection.
"Oh-ohoh." Nathan laughed. "You cannot be serious."
In an instant, Aaron's face lost all traces of his prior anger and panic; it became a blank mask as he realized why Nathan had moved backwards.
"Auto-erotic asphyxiation—that's quite worldly for a lad of your character."
"Get offa me." Aaron remained still, stopped struggling to get free, just made it clear with his face that Nathan needed to move. The only thing he could feel at that moment was the weight of Nathan on his lap.
"Do you fancy me, Aaron?" Nathan clearly took Aaron's order as a challenge to come even closer. He leaned down closer, gripping Aaron's wrists tighter. "'Cause it feels like you fancy me."
Aaron glared at Nathan, but did not respond, and the older man tilted himself forward on his knees, dislodging their hips and granting Aaron relief from that distracting pressure, but putting his face directly above Aaron's.
"Feels like you like me on you." Nathan whispered above Aaron's mouth, so his breath hit Aaron's lips with each syllable. Aaron clenched his jaw and felt himself breathing heavily. He was going to beat the hell out of this guy when he got his strength back. "Seriously, was it the choking, though? Did you get off on the choking?"
"I'm gonna get up from here, and when I do, it's over." Aaron spoke firmly and Nathan stopped laughing, but only to let his face fall into a soft smile. Aaron looked up at him warily. Nathan stretched his legs out so that he was lying on top of Aaron.
"What do you think you're doing?" Aaron asked as Nathan pressed his hips forward into Aaron's, trapping the younger man's erection between them so their stomachs were both pressing up against it. Aaron could feel his own heart beating fast in anticipation and disgust.
Nathan placed his forehead on Aaron's forehead. The two men stared at each other for a moment until Nathan had to shake his mussed hair out of his eyes. He took the opportunity to lean in closer when he was done.
"What're you doing?" Aaron asked more softly this time, with scared eyes looking into amused ones.
Nathan placed his lips on top of Aaron's for several second then moved back. He circled his thumbs on Aaron's wrists and looked at Aaron for a reaction. Aaron's eyes were wide, he looked like he was in a panic, but he was otherwise still. His breathing was heavy and his legs were stiff, and he was clearly waiting to see what Nathan would do next.
Nathan ground his hips down and Aaron could feel that the other man was getting hard as well. The night was silent except for their breathing; both men were panting and keeping their eyes trained on each other.
"Aghhh." Aaron growled before shoving his face up to meet Nathan's. He hated himself for doing it, and it felt as out of his control as his attempt to kiss Adam.
The tastes of beer and blood swam as one as their lips smashed together, opening and closing with such speed that Nathan was almost scared to slip his tongue into the fray.
Aaron did it first, sliding his tongue along Nathan's damaged lip. It stung, but Nathan ignored it and clasped the back of Aaron's neck to pull him in closer. Nathan nibbled on Aaron's lip in response and the slight shock of pain was almost a comfort to the younger man.
Nathan's hands gripped Aaron's shoulders as he used his left foot to push himself forward and back. The cold dampness of the dirt beneath them penetrated the fabric of Nathan's pants where his right knee helped keep his balance. His left leg was warmer, lying between Aaron's legs.
Nathan's teeth grazed the skin above Aaron's jugular vein as the older man slid his open mouth along Aaron's neck. He coated his neck with a pale red from his still-bleeding lip.
Aaron looked up at the sky, mouth hanging open as he tried to contemplate what was going on. He shook his head slightly from side to side, receiving no answers from the spare branches above him or the night country sky.
Aaron's fingers dug into the ground below, dirt creeping up under his fingernails. Everything that Nathan was doing felt too good, he couldn't summon up the strength to stop him. But he couldn't let himself actively participate in it, could he? He tried closing his eyes, tried to ignore who it was that was making him feel so good, but closing his eyes just left him to focus on the feeling.
His eyes snapped open and he focused on the sights above him, relishing the distraction from exactly what was making him feel so good.
Nathan's entire body was sliding against him, but there was one clear spot of solid throbbing making its presence known along the inside of Aaron's left thigh.
Nathan sank his teeth deeper into Aaron's neck and Aaron sucked in a gulp of air. He released the breath slowly as Nathan's tongue ran over the freshly formed teeth marks.
The pleasure became too much and the first instinct Aaron had was to grab the back of Nathan's head and hold on. Bits of grass and dirt fell through Nathan's hair as Aaron latched on and thrust his hips upward in response.
Nathan slid his hands down Aaron's shoulders and underneath his arms until he was pressing against Aaron's ribcage through the fabric of his jacket and t-shirt. He trailed his tongue higher, moving back to Aaron's mouth where he slipped his tongue between Aaron's lips and Aaron sucked it in without thinking.
They kissed just as aggressively as they had before, spurred on by the friction between their clothed bodies. The pads of Aaron's fingers pressed against Nathan's scalp, massaging through his hair as he became lost in the sensation of Nathan rubbing up against him.
Nathan moved his hands again, lowering them to hook his thumbs into the waistband of Aaron's pants and underwear. He dragged his thumbnails over the bare skin of Aaron's hipbones and Aaron felt himself losing it.
He pressed himself as close to Nathan as he could get, moving his hips as fast as he could and clasping on to Nathan's head. A wave of the most pleasant feeling washed over him and he felt lightheaded, as the world seemed to buzz around him.
The winter air felt warmer than it had only moments ago, and Aaron lay on the ground panting as Nathan continued to rut up against him until he too finished. It was only as the cum trapped inside his pants started to dry that Aaron asked himself what the hell he'd just done.
Note: While the Aaron/Adam fic has not yet been finished, this one is definitely going to be continued and is already partially written.