Title: Hard Luck
Disclaimer: Don't Own am Broke
Pairing: IronWill, Robert "he has a first name!" Epps (Voyeur)
Rating: NC-17 or M
Summary: Will and Sarah are separating because of the dangers to her and Annabelle; Ironhide and Will mourn and try to feel better.
Notes: Could be considered a sequel to Mess Hall Rendezvous if you wish. Enjoy the total and pure smut.
The pain hit him like a ton of bricks as the hard body pressed against him and the lips hard yet soft and warm pressed angrily into him. Need and lust hit his body as he bit at the tongue that tried to get into his mouth and scratched along the shoulders pulling the body closer to him. They blamed each other for where they were, for why they were allowing their secret desires to boil over, for why the women in their lives were leaving them.
Will ripped at the holograms shirt a material that disappeared as quickly as his regrets for pulling the man closer, for enjoying the pain, the twist of his muscles the need to be handled aggressively. He wouldn't moan no sound just quick breaths and heated angry words, liar, betrayer, and thief. He didn't believe he could feel for the hands that delved deeply into his jeans and grabbed at his turgid angry length. He didn't want to care that it almost got "killed" in the last battle or that his only daughter had warmed up to the alien almost immediately.
He wanted to feel after the numbness the paper and pen left on the kitchen counter had left inside of him. He needed to know he was still a man, completely all there, entirely at the whim of another, forsaken and yet still with a heart beating in his aching chest. He was turned and slammed against a solid form for the moment his pain increasing and his body swooning as his pants were ripped from his body.
He didn't need to have this done to him, there were many men who would gladly kneel before him and give him pleasure some of them had survived the battle in Mission City. He knew he could have called them and demanded something from them, one in particular had been adamant about what he owed. At the moment kneeling would not have been so far away from what was happening to him at that moment. He would have gladly tasted the secret desire of the man just to feel again.
However he had not been around and blaming had been the only thing he could dish out when the hologram had formed in front of him, taking the gun from his hand. Fists had hit solidly against each other, blood had spilled then licked, bruises formed then bit and cared for. It had been quick and yet not fast enough to take them to this moment.
One then two warm things pressed into him and finally his body gave in he moaned and sighed. His hatred fell away to just feel the need his heart was yelling at him was true. He was pliant and giving as something else pressed against him, his arms were held up against the glass and metal shivering into him as if he was being surrounded by the hologram not just penetrated.
He could finally feel the pain, the bruises, and the forgiveness. His mouth was surrounded and penetrated and he gave back everything; his tongue making the same desperate punctuations as the hologram pressed into him. He could feel the shivers that went through the object against his own body, he knew what he was doing to him and his heart finally felt ... happy, he finally felt free.
Dark eyes watched from afar anger building at each moment and finally as the men released and the topkick stopped shivering he walked away brooding, why had Will not asked him to help?