I'm new to this fandom fanfiction-wise, and I wanted to try writing something for my favourite pairing. I hope people will review and tell me what they thought even though it's only a small ficlet.
As warned about in the summary, dark themes and hints of slash. I think it's enough to be T rated because nothing really goes on if you know what I mean. ;-) But I might change it if someone suggests it.
Jerome hates his tie. He hates all manner of things; his parents for abandoning him and shipping him off to boarding school when he was five just so they didn't have to deal with him, Victor and his pathetic punishments, Sibunis or whatever the hell Nina's stupid little Scooby gang was called... the list could go on and on, but there was nothing he hated more than his red and yellow striped tie.
His tie and its soft silk weave that leaves impressions on his skin. He only knows it from how many times its been against his skin; his wrists to be more precise, in a tight binding grip that always renders him immobile and helpless, leaving its mark on his flawless skin while he squirms, screaming silently for his torture to be over.
His torturer never pays his struggles much attention, only gives him a single stare before re-tightening the tie if he ever loosens it. The shame of it all isn't who is using his tie for such purposes, it's the fact that it's in the middle of the night, in his bedroom - where he lives - and he's not gagged with his torturer doing very little to keep him quiet. Despite that, he can't even bring himself to scream. Scream out to Alfie, Victor... anyone who would wake up and listen.
But he never does.
He's been 'trained' - his torturer loves to so eloquently put that he's his pet and he owns him - not to scream. Trained to enjoy what many would shudder in revulsion at. All his reactions are his own though, every gasp, every moan that he has to hold back, and every scream he has to silence or else he'll be punished.
His punishments aren't painful, they're excruciating. But it's like that song - by that pop star he can't remember the name of - says, "Now the pain is my pleasure." That's exactly the deal with him, he finds pleasure in what he shouldn't. Or rather, who he shouldn't.
When he wakes up in the middle of the night from tender fingers brushing along his bare chest, something's in his mouth, gagging him. It's strange, nearly everything else is the same; same time at night, same situation - Alfie being asleep with him tied to his own bed several feet away - and same man admiring him through the darkness with piercing, icy blue eyes before draping himself over Jerome on the bed.
"I thought we could mix things up a bit," Rufus purrs, stroking Jerome's face with a tenderness he's never felt before. A tenderness that has him squirming already.
It takes Jerome a second of pushing his tongue against his gag and trying to make a sound through it - he can but it's barely intelligible, it's too thick... almost perfect if he needs to bite down on something - that one of his belts has been tied securely around his mouth and his hands are tightly restrained, even more so than usual in a double knot, to his headboard with his tie.
He really hates that thing. Even more so when it manages to keep him still and the belt manages to keep him quiet.
Who would have thought that threads of colored silk could be enough to tie him down?
