It was dark out. It was dark, and his skin was practically tingling, bristling with an emotion he wasn't even certain was real as he stared at the vigilante, slipping into a back alley. And it was painful- he could still feel the cold metal of the gun in his mouth, Inigo's breath on his face, practically tainting his skin with its filth… it was so fucking disgusting. And he'd tried to explain it- tried to tell Nanashi about it, and even Keon, and cried about it in the consigliere's arms until some point in the night when the older man had slipped away and left him to ponder the experience on his own…
But it was all better now. It was all better, because this was his birthday- a little unknown fact to the rest of the mafia- and he had needles. Anakin wasn't even sure there was a better way to celebrate turning thirty- he'd love to slide those long, sharp little devils underneath his abuser's skin, would love to watch him squirm and make those little pained moans he'd grown to love hearing in some way or another.
The framer wasn't sure when he'd gotten so sadistic; a side effect of the rape, he assumed, where the thoughts just echoed about in his head, rebounded off of the walls like a bad dream… and yet… he'd never had the thought to really… do anything about it. Yeah, he'd tried to act tough in front of the rest of the members, tried to make them think of him as little more than an emotionless dick, despite the fact he didn't know a single thing about how to really hide his feelings. But around the vigilante… oh, he didn't stutter. He didn't try and hide. He hated that scumfuck with every fiber of his being.
Which is why it's only a few minutes before he finds his arms wrapped around the older man's neck, pulling him off the street and into a back alley, pressing a cloth over his face to try and muffle any noises he might've made.
"Miss me?"
Alarms went off in his head, cursing too loudly for anyone in the immediate vicinity to not be able to hear him. Fuck- the little piece of shit was holding him in a tight headlock, cutting off any remote chances of him being able to breathe or scream further. Black patches had slowly began appearing in his vision, a burning sensation tingling in the back of his throat as he clawed desperately at the arm in an attempt for just a moment's worth of breath.
He could hear the continued crying of Elodie in the background, though it was too faint for anyone but him to hear unless they were trying to. Fuck- why tonight? He'd just gotten out of the clinic- this wasn't fair.
Amidst the struggle, he felt a firm hand moving down the front of his pants and pulling them down. He didn't have any time to react before his senses slowly started to fail him, going completely cold as he knees briefly touched the cold concrete and he was able to see a faint smirk play on Anakin's lips as he hunched over the man.
He almost didn't want him to wake up- it was like the sudden weight of the situation had hit him, his head all but spinning the longer he looked at Inigo's still body, crumpled on the ground beside him… it was almost… familiar. Almost… interesting. Anakin wasn't sure why that was how he felt- wasn't sure why all of this was suddenly so… intense. But then again, hadn't it been the same for the vigilante? Having him at his mercy?
People did this. An eye for an eye… it was biblical, Anakin knew that. Still, it didn't keep his fingers from curling around the older man's, his hand sweaty against the other's cold skin, as though it would somehow ease the tension in the air. It felt nice, the framer thought- in some twisted way, he almost… liked the feeling of Inigo's skin. It was very nice skin, to be fair- no real blemishes… no tattoos either, sadly, but that was going to change soon.
Yes, it would- very soon. He'd look so lovely with a tattoo… something small, maybe, on his forearm or collarbone. Something that Inigo would have to look at and be reminded of him by, something that would invade his thoughts like the needles pierced his skin… how interesting the thought was. A bit odd, perhaps… but not at all mundane. Not ordinary, like everything else- too perfect. He wanted Inigo to think of him- always think of him.
Letting his fingers dance across the fifty-something year old's bare chest, Anakin was surprised to see his eyes flickering open, looking up at him as though he wanted to say something. Upon the realization he couldn't find his voice, the framer gave a tiny smirk, ruffling his black hair. "It's a fast acting sedative, dear… how is it to find yourself at my mercy?" He practically purred the words, leaning forward until their faces were close, his breath mingling with the vigilante's. "This is how I want you to remember me… as the man who beat you."
You sick motherfucker- I've never been beat by you. You're playing dirty like the cowardly little bitch you know you are.. this is why you did it, because you know you'll never be able to overpower me otherwise. Fuck you- fuck you. It's all he wants to scream, though is unable to make a sound other than a faint groan they almost hurts. His head was spinning, unable to take in anymore of what he was seeing. There was almost a faint whine close to escaping his lips, eyes close to closing shut. He blamed the drug.. there was no way he'd be able to fall asleep so quickly in any other situation.
He briefly stared up at the man, lazily opening his eyes once more. Anakin didn't seem room react to this, happily humming as he stroked his chest passionately. He didn't like the way he continued to stare at it, shivering uncomfortably. What.. what was he going to do? There couldn't be much other than kill or harm him.. the boy didn't look like he could harm someone to the point of death either, thankfully. It only made him feel a lot worth about being so powerless in this situation. Whatever happened to him.. he didn't want to leave, not right now.
Inigo was shaking- that was the first thing the younger man noticed, fingers curling in dark locks, looking down at his face with an exaggerated frown. He looked so… out of it, eyes flitting about, glassy and clouded over, so dazed looking… Anakin's fingers gently teased over his skin, giving an amused quirk of his lips. "What a poor man…" he said, mockingly, lips pursed. "Sight for sore eyes, almost… you should be happy I've taken a liking to you, Inigo." Even though you haven't.
Anakin let the homemade tattoo gun slip out of his bag, setting it on the ground next to him. "Isn't this nice? I thought you'd enjoy getting a tattoo… you know, since you seemed to like mine so much. I can still remember you asking me to tell you about them, feel your fingers tracing over my thigh… you should know better than to touch too intimately. Someone might get the wrong impression…"
The framer picked up the tattoo gun, setting the needle in place as he pressed it against his chest, awkwardly teasing the thin skin with the tip. "What do you think would look nice, Inigo? Me, I've always had an affinity for… patterns, beautiful things, the sea... for you, I think some hearts would look rather nice… maybe some vines? What about… our names, together? I think it'd be a nice little memory for you. Fitting."
Inigo shivered painfully at the feeling of it teasing his bare skin. His heart was racing, almost whimpering at the thought of his perfect fucking skin ruined because some murderous fucking asshole decided to give him a tattoo. What the fuck would he tell his poor wife- she'd be just as upset as he was if she saw something like that on him.. she didn't even like the fact that he had so many piercings.
Fuck off- don't touch me. Just think about what you're doing.. I told them everything about you, bitch. Told them who you are, where you live.. everything. You're going to die.. and quickly. Can't wait to see the look on the entire mafia's face when a bitch ass punk like you is hanged in the middle of the square and left to die. It'll be worth all the pain and suffering I endured.
There was so many words that he wanted to say, but was subsequently unable to speak or do much of anything because of the motherfucking drugs he had on his system still lingered. He looked back up the Anakin, uncomfortable with how amused the boy had begun to look as he idly traced his name over with the gun. Terror was the only emotion he could figure out he had, and that only made him feel a lot worse. This was really going to fucking hurt.
Anakin turned over the man's arm, looking at his outstretched hand for perhaps too long, a slight smirk on his face. "This is your gun hand, correct? The left one?" He didn't wait for Inigo to nod, before he'd pressed the tattoo gun over the inside of his forearm, teasing it. "Yes, I think so… I think it's very fitting. Matching tattoos, for both of us. Of course, I already have so many… I was thinking an infinity symbol? Are you good with that? To preserve this moment for eternity?"
He let fingers drift over the man's sharp chin, all too pleased with the silence. Inigo was loud, his voice annoying… he was so much better like this, forced to listen to him, spread out on his back with his skin bare, for anyone to find in the morning. "You must be so angry… don't worry. I understand. I can hardly hold my own annoyance back most of the time… this is just another part of life, Inigo. Knowing when someone's won against you…"
The framer pushed the needle against his thin skin, turning the tattoo gun on. "This might hurt a little, since it's homemade- ink pen and all… y'know." He didn't pay any attention to the loud groan of agony that escaped the man's lips as the needle pierced flesh, as he began to move it over the inside of his wrist, more and more until he could hear muffled screams echoing. "I like you, Inigo… I really do… you're mine now, aren't you?"
Tears were threatening to fall down the man's face, unable to stop the groans of pain from escaping his cracked lips. What the fuck kind of revenge was this? It hurt so much.. but he didn't know why this of all things was what he chosen. A fucking tiny little tattoo on his hand, he could always ignore it or just fucking cover it up.. if his plan was to just humiliate him into submission further. Fuck, he should've killed him when he had the chance. Trying to taunt him was a huge waste of his fucking time.
When the pain finally ended, another strong, relentless laugh escaped Anakin. He looked psychotic almost. Staring down at him with a twisted fucking smile. What he wouldn't do to teach the shit some manners. Anakin leaned down, breathing heavily as he locked his lips against his. He screamed the best he could, heart pounding faster than it's ever managed to go before, hands suddenly tangling into his clothes.
What the fuck are you doing, you psychotic gay bitch?
"You're so much better like this, aren't you? So much better when you're screaming and struggling to force me away… yes. Don't you see how much I enjoy your company? I mean… why else would I give you a matching tattoo…" as if to prove a point, the framer rolled up his sleeve, exposing the identical tattoo on his forearm with an almost grin.
Then he was leaning forward and locking lips with the man again, pushing his tongue into his mouth, hands slipping down his chest until he could take hold of his cock, squeeze it hard between his fingers. "Do you feel bad about trying to kill me, Inigo? Do you want me? I think you do, now… I think you might even like me, given some time… yes. Tell me. Tell me that you like your tattoo- that you want more. That you want me to do them. That you want to know what I feel like. Say it."
Inigo struggled with breathing now, unable to focus on anything but the tight pressure building in his cock from how tight Anakin was holding it. It hurt so fucking much, like he was going to end up bursting the thing open. Fuck- he didn't know if it was even considered healthy to just… just.. feel like this. His hand stinging from the tattoo, lips burning from how disgusting the man tasted, cock pained from how harsh his grip was, and now he could feel Anakin slowly moving his lips down his neck, sucking aggressively on his collarbone, biting roughly almost. He could only imagine the amount of hickies he'd have because of his actions, how fucking ashamed he'll be when they're shown to his family.
A moan escaped him, arching his hips forward the best he could as a familiar slap of pressure proceeded to empty itself all over the front of his stomach and thighs. He felt even worse about doing this- letting the boy know how fucking turned on he was right now, covered in cum and sweat.
"Fa-" the words didn't seem to want to come out as nothing more than just weak moans. It felt too.. pathetic, something he's always hated. The second he was able to find his words again, he'd no problem letting himself bite the man's head off.
The moans were practically like music as they spilled from the vigilante's lips, only causing the younger man to tug on his hair roughly, almost wanting to crack a grin as he stared down at him. Inigo was groaning, writhing on the ground with a sticky trail of white on his thighs... it was almost attractive.
"Poor baby," Anakin teased, fingers tilting up his jaw, brushing over the underside of his chin with mock sympathy on his face. He wasn't sure why he was suddenly hit with an almost... urge. To... escalate this, make it go further so he could hear more of those delicious moans...
"You know, you aren't really my type... too aggressive. Too old, too, if I have to be honest. But you've still got something going for you, don't you?" The framer smiled, coldly, sliding his own tattered jeans off his thin hips, revealing the lack of underwear and half hard member underneath. Swinging a leg over Inigo's hips, he let the other man feel him- hips pushing against his, cock sliding against his thigh, ass pushing against his lower body.
"Don't worry, Inigo... it's not going to be that bad. Shh... it's okay. You don't have to speak... just let me do this. This one thing?" The older man's expression is pure malice, mixed with a hint of fear. "I won't force you to take my cock... save that for next time. Wouldn't want to ruin our relationship, especially when you're so much bigger than me... don't fancy being snapped, really."
Inigo was completely sure that his body was frozen in fear by this point, letting the boy sink onto him, ride his hips too roughly for him to even be able to keep up anymore. Fighting the urge to keep quiet anymore was useless, curses and desperate moans just becoming word vomit at this point. He probably looked like a mess.. tears close to falling down his face, covered in fucking cum and other bodily liquids.. the shame of it all was just too obvious on his face. If anyone were to ever find out about this.. he'd die of fucking embarrassment. It sounded so immature and overly dramatic to say, like a teenage girl, but it was true.. so fucking true.
"Sto-" it was so close to being considered coherent, but failed in the end when he felt Anakin's sticky fingers wiping against his chapped lips. It was almost painful, the feeling of what he presumed to be a mixture of both of their cum sliding into his mouth with too much ease. Anakin's lips came crashing down a moment later, his thrusts slowly becoming manageable. This felt too sick.. the boy had actually fucking snapped.
"Plea-"
"Shh..." the framer hushed him, pressing his lips back against the older man's, red hair falling into his face as he chuckled against the other's chapped lips. He could feel how tense Inigo was, hips barely moving at all, hands weakly fumbling to grip something... cute. Anakin bit down on the man's lip, rutting against him even harder as he pushed himself further onto the vigilante's cock, head tilting back with a guttural moan.
"Fuck, man... fuck!" Anakin cursed, emptying himself across the man's abdomen, eyes shutting quickly before he gave a sharp, almost psychotic laugh. "You're so pathetic, Inigo. That was just as boring as everything else... not a bit of fun for me... although I must say, you have hot cum. Feels too good, really." His eyes glinted, leaning over the man, mouth pressed to his ear. "I own you now, man. You're mine."
After the man had said that, it all felt like a blur, slowly blacking out and waking up unexpectedly during random moments. From feeling Anakin picking him up, to pain from the familiar feeling of a tattoo needle going against his sensitive skin.. being dragged for a moment before something hard hit the back of his head, and then.. he woke up here. Here was an obvious closet, pitch black and reeking of old dirty laundry. The feeling in his hands had finally came back, though only shortly before the leather straps around his wrists cut off circulation and they went numb. Same with his feet.
For some reason, he was completely unable to draw any source of care or terror. He was tired, really.. really fucking tired. Tired of the fact that some murderer off his meds had managed to fuck him, giving each him a tattoo, and then drag him to what he presumed was his closet.. it felt like he had just lost and there was no coming back from this. How the fuck could he face his kids and his wife after this thing- much less explain..
The door opened, the light thankfully dimmed down to a preferable setting, revealing the young framer. He was still wearing that psychotic smile, dressed in a white towel. While he was certainty annoyed that he was the first person he saw after the ordeal, he was almost, to an extent, glad that it wasn't someone else.
"Asshole-"
He seemed so hostile- but then again, Anakin figures it's not really a surprise. Inigo's always hostile- really seemed to hate his guts. It was endearing, somehow- watching him struggle and hearing him sputter curses. Still, the framer barely gives him a smile, leaning down to his level and grabbing the rope binding his hands. "Don't fuss too much. It was hard enough to drag you here... too big for me to carry, honestly. Still, I'd almost say it's a pleasure... you being here with me. If you're nice and offer to give me a kiss, I might untie your feet. No marking, though- Nanashi would get upset."
He offers a taunting smile, ruffling the man's greying black hair with long fingers, slipping a hand under his chin to match their eyes together. "What a sad sight you are..." he offers a frown that probably comes off as more amused, brushing a tear away from the vigilante's cheek softly. "I love you, Inigo. Don't look at me like that- it hurts me, really."
"Where.." he hesitated to speak, biting his lip before saying, "Where the fuck am I? It smells like fucking shit in here."
And it did, it really did so fucking much that it made him want to vomit. Though he really wasn't if it was because of how close Anakin was to him, completely wet, and it helped made him feel disgusting, or if it was because he was still able to smell the aftermath of their sex on his skin, crusting and dripping off his skin onto the dirty carpeting below. It didn't help that he could clearly make out the smell of expired food products somewhere close. He hugged his knees closer at the feeling of Anakin stroking the top of his head.
It felt so inappropriate with him being this close to him.. almost enough to make him want to scream out for help.. and he would, he really would if he didn't already have the sinking suspicion that he was surrounded by mafia members that would gladly let this monster tear further into his skin. He was fucked here.. fuck, he just kept getting hit left and right..
He looked down at his hands, blinking slowly as the crusted liquids on it. "I want to shower. Take me to one, now."
"Yeah... sure. I have a shower you can use. But like I said, you don't get anything without payment..." the framer gave a tiny chuckle at the older man's sneer, almost tempted to frown. Still, he shrugs, leaning forward to peck Inigo's lips, before tugging loose the ropes on his ankles. "I can't carry you... but I can hurt you if you try and move." The last part was punctuated by a small smile, attempting to pull the vigilante to his feet. "Stand up- be quiet. Nanashi's going to be so upset if he sees you with me."
Throwing open the door, Anakin glanced into the hallway, eyes wide. Dragging Inigo over to the tiny room across the hall by the ropes on his hands, he quickly shoved the man into the room before locking the door.
"Okay. Just... shower. Or whatever. I'll watch you from over here."
Inigo was tempted to fight back- he really didn't want to let the man watch him while he showered, but.. he really wanted to get rid of the feeling of cum dripping down his legs. Hesitantly, he moved forward to step into the shower send let the cold water run down his back without a care. It felt too nice- even if the pressure was low and freezing. It cleaned off the liquids he was covered in and he was okay with this.
"Clothes?" He turned to look at the man, awkwardly trying to clean his hair with his hands. It was a futile attempt, but he frankly didn't a single shit at this point anymore. Anakin only looked at him, a playful smiling returning to his face as he eyed his lower regions closer. Approaching him, Inigo flinched and whispered, "I want something.."
"I can give you something..." the younger man started, trailing off with an almost devious grin as he leaned back against the wall just slightly, eyes focusing on the man's rather large cock. To be fair, he hadn't really expected the man to be so large- the egotistical ones never really are, something he'd learned from Jaina, but the framer would've been lying if he said the sight didn't turn him on at least a little bit. "Inigo, will you do something for me? You're a good boy, right? I don't think I can deny you anything if you're good... hm..."
Running a hand through his own messy red hair, Anakin raised his pierced eyebrow, giving a barely amused smirk as he pointedly let his eyes drift from the vigilante's genitals up to his face. "Jerk off for me? I did it for you... this is common courtesy, friend." When the older gives him a blank stare, he only tilts his head to the side, glancing over to the tiny mirror with a frown. "Well? Go on. Or you can come fuck me, if you'd rather... no? Well, it's settled then. Go on. Wrap those thick fingers of yours around that pretty red tip and masturbate for me."
Inigo blushed red, ears burning. "W-why the fuck would I..." he cupped his cock the best he could, leaning against the hard shower wall. "Letting me use your shower after you forced me to become dirty and disgusting isn't a favour.. you can't ask someone this, you freak."
"I'm glad to know you feel that way," Anakin said sharply, trailing off with a frown. "Shame, too..." he wasn't exactly keen on telling Inigo why it was such a shame- what exactly he was thinking at the current moment, the shaking of his thighs almost too intense as he tried to cover up just what exactly he was feeling. Instead, he just nodded, tossing the man a shirt and a pair of sweatpants he wasn't even sure would fit him. "Alright, get dressed... I want to at least enjoy this before you're inevitably discarded by the rest of the mafia."
He probably doesn't even cuddle with his wife, the framer thought. No, Inigo seemed like the type who just outright hated affection- he probably wouldn't let the thirty year old curl up against his side without some sort of fuss or resistance... maybe if he was tied down? Maybe...
"Hurry up, kay? I-I have something I want to do with you."
"I just got in here," he shouted back, facing away from the man so that he could feel the harsh water pressure before sighing. His hair still felt greasy and gross, but he guessed it was no use fighting with the boy even worse. He was tired and wanted to be able to properly rest before anymore of this bullshit went on. Maybe he could convince the man to let him go. Just let his hands get cut free and he could choke the boy out so the procedure could go by quickly.
"I'm tired," he noted, gently slipping on the sweats that very obviously did not fit him at all. He looked like an suffocating marshmallow in the white sweats, barely able to move from how tight they were. "I want to see my wife and my children- are you listening to me?"
If he were any other person, Anakin would've laughed at the rather hideous appearance of the sweats that were clinging to the man's legs, too tight to be considered appropriate in any way… still, it wasn't like he could do any better. Fuck if he was telling anyone else about Inigo being here- he wasn't supposed to be, none of this was supposed to be happening…
"Of course I'm listening to you." The framer responded sourly, scowling. "I've been listening to you ever since you pulled me into that alley and forced me to strip… you know that, right?" When Inigo didn't reply, he just sighed, turning away from him for the briefest of moments. "As much as I'd love to return you to that cute little family of yours… I'd rather you stay with me, for the time being. Don't worry- you can sleep, rest up, and I promise I won't do anything that could hurt you. I just… I just want…"
He couldn't force the words out.
Still, it didn't keep him from grabbing the man's hands and tugging him back across the hallway, until he could slip back into the dark room with its black walls and black furnishings, pulling back the surprisingly purple blanket on his somewhat small bed before pushing the older man a little. "You should sit. Please… I just want…"
Inigo stayed quiet, letting himself sink into the sheets. The air in the room had only grown more and more unbearable the longer the younger boy stared down at him with wandering eyes. He was almost uncertain if he should keep talking to the man or not- everything he's asked or said has resulted in something sexual or being shot down. His request to fucking call his family was even shot down. He doubted anything else he'd ask would be granted.
Anakin moved towards him again, holding out the leather straps that bound his feet. Great. He was going to be tied up again. "Get the fuck away from me with that thing," he hissed, sitting up more on the bed so that he was leaning on the pillows. "I ain't gonna run."
"You sure about that?" Anakin questioned, skeptically, but gave a slight sign when the older man only scowled again, giving up and sitting down on the edge of the bed, briefly glancing to Inigo. He didn't know why he was so nervous- almost... childishly nervous of Inigo trying to kick him away. Of course, he would, the framer assumed. I've only destroyed his pride. Kidnapped him. Tied him up. Forced him to have sex with me.
"I don't want you to run." His voice was light as he lay down on his side, facing the older man, hand teasing his cheek. "I want you to stay here with me." Pulling himself closer to the vigilante, he barely rested his form against the man's side, breathing unsteady.
Hissing, the salt and pepper haired man tried his best to move around away from the ginger. He was so fucking tired of being touched by this piece of shit, tired of being considered as just some fucking toy for them to molest and play with. It was disgusting.. the boy pretending it. "Don't you ever fucking touch me-"
Before he could spit out the rest, Anakin's lips crashed on his, effectively silencing him. His tongue violently moved across the front of the teeth, hands curling around in his hair. For what seemed to be the hundredth, he could feel Anakin moving kisses down his neck. He wanted to throw up again, swallowing the bile in his throat. Anakin's legs curled around him, resting his head on his collarbone. From how heavy he was breathing, heart beating quickly, he was unable to hear whatever the fuck the man was saying in his clothes.
He briefly wondered if it would be possible to choke the ever living shit out the man.
He seemed so tense, rigid, wanting to struggle underneath Anakin's grip. It almost made the framer want to frown, trying to keep a grip on the older man despite the curses leaving Inigo's mouth. His legs tangled around the other's, head resting on his chest, able to barely hear the harsh beat of his heart under his skin. He wasn't sure why he was doing any of this... maybe loneliness. He didn't want Inigo to leave him for god knows what reason.
"Don't fucking struggle," the redhead said, pushing his lips against the man's as he tried to speak again. "I just want you for awhile longer... then you can go back to your family... fuck. Got it? I..." running a tattooed hand through his hair, he let his fingers settle on Inigo's neck, frowning. "I want you."
Nanashi quickly moved down the hallways, shuffling then wine bottle and present underneath his armpits. He almost a day too late to wish the boy a happy introduction to his thirties, but he still had about an hour left before he was late, he doubted that Anakin would mind.. they were both busy today, and Nanashi still at least brought something for the two of them.
Finding the door, he knocked briskly, calling his name out before attempting to turn the handle on the door. Locked. Fuck. Wondering briefly if the boy had already to sleep, or if he was mad at him for not showing up earlier. That thought process was ripped right out when he heard the sound of something hard hitting the wall and muffled cursing. Immediately, he dropped the items he had in his hand and began digging through his pockets for a key. It was a spare key- one that Anakin had given him some time back for emergency cases, and right now, he thought this is what he'd consider an emergency.
Unlocking the door, he almost instinctively grabbed the nearest person he found- a large, overweight man with his bound hands wrapped around Anakin's thin throat. Cursing he threw the man off the best he could, almost growing protectively as he stood over the man, his face red, covered in hickies, and tearful.
Turning to Anakin, he hissed, "What.. who the fuck is he?"
"He- he's... I... he's the vigilante, Nanashi! He tried to fucking kill me- so... so I... you know? I was upset." Anakin doesn't think he's even making sense, crying as he all but threw himself into the consigliere's arms, pleased at the warmth he provided. "Nanashi, please... don't tell anyone else. I was waiting till the meeting. I'm... don't say anything to Keon. Fuck- I... I can't."
The framer isn't even sure it makes sense, pursing his lips and looking down at the dark haired man, quickly pressing a kiss to his lips. "Please, Nan... don't look at me like that. It's not that bad."
"Not.. not that bad?" Nanashi asked confounded, wrapping his hands around Anakin's light shoulders. "You brought a man with access to a fucking gun to our hideout, Ana.. do you really not understand how fucking serious this is? What Carmine- Julian is going to do? What the fuck did you do?"
He sighed deeply, curing in his head. He looked down at the man, eyeing the hickies shown clearly on his neck. "Ana.. did you fuck him?"
"I... you think... fuck! I-I didn't mean to, Nan. I... I just wanted to get back at him... I was so annoyed, man. And I knocked him out before I brought him here! He doesn't- Julian doesn't have to know. You can help me..." the framer's thin, bony hands tangled in Nanashi's shirt, pulling him closer. "I love you, Nanashi. It's really- it sounds worse than it is."
All it seems to prompt is another harsh question of "Did you fuck him?" Anakin's eyes going wide when the consigliere pushed him away, looking angry enough to kill something.
"I... I... yes, okay? I... it's been really difficult lately. After what happened… all I want is sex anymore. You and Keon are always gone, and I just... I needed it. I... I won't do it again, Nanashi... just... just don't leave me." He reached out for the man again, a few stray tears rolling over his cheeks that were more than likely fake. "Babe..."
He was practically shaking with anger, grabbing the boy's collar and pinning him against the wall. Anakin looked at him terrified, continuing to give out weak apologies, flinching at how close the man was getting to him.
He was beyond fucking pissed. Anakin was the last person he'd ever suspect would cheat on him.. He didn't give a rat's ass about Keon. He knew that he was infatuated with the man, so he let it slide when the boy told him he finally managed to fuck the man. Still.. learning that he was fucking someone old enough to be his father made him want to curse worse.
He leaned in closer to him, almost able to smell the fear on Anakin. "You're mine, Ana. Every square inch of you is mine.. whenever you're fucking horny and wanna fuck someone else, you have to ask fucking permission to do it... fuck- you're not allowed to ever fucking cheat on me."
Close to biting his shoulder, Nanashi grabbed his face, too harsh and violent so it wasn't a surprise when Anakin gave a startled cry, tears pouring down his face. "Do you fucking understand me?"
Anakin was quiet, minding terrified sniffles and whimpering.
His open hand connected with Anakin's cheek, striking it harshly. "Do you fucking understand me?"
He wanted to scream- it was too much all at once, being pushed up the wall, Nanashi pushing closer to him, breath in his face making him want to flinch. Anakin wasn't even sure he could form any words, his blood practically running cold, hands shaking as he tried to slide one up to the consigliere's neck.
And then there was a stinging pain in his cheek and his knees were going weak, practically wanting to fall over despite the anger coursing through his body, barely able to meet Nanashi's eyes. The framer clung to his shirt, fingers clenched in the fabric, trying to force out something- anything. "Yes. I-I understand, Nanashi. I... I'm yours. I... please? Can you... I want..."
Licking his lips, the redhead leaned back, looking to the side as he tried to find the words to make him understand. He was half-hard from being fucking yelled at, Nanashi holding him against the wall... it was all too fucking much. He needed... needed Nanashi to touch him, just... help him out.
"Nan, please... I want you to... f-fuck... get me off. I want- look at me... more. Please. I need you. Fuck- anything."
Nanashi slapped him again, gently this time as he slowly backed away from the man. An amused smirk on his face on his face, licking his lips. He could see his erection tenting against his baggy sweats, the pressure building on his face as he lightly rutting his hips against his. "You just confessed to cheating on me, Ana.. and now you want me to jack you off.." he rolled his eyes at the slow nod he got from the man, leaning in to press a cold and uninviting, but satisfactory kiss. Pulling back, he turned his back to the man. "You're on your own, Anakin. Have a nice fucking birthday, asshole."
Inigo watched dumbfounded, scouting back from the man when he came close to him. He had no idea what the fuck he was watching, it didn't seem actually real. Like a fucking dream from a shitty soap opera. When the raven haired man finally shut the door, Inigo snipped casually, "Great fucking job, socio. Can't even convince your little fuck toy to stay with you."
"Don't call him that," came the immediate reply, cold and callous, before there was a hand sliding into Inigo's hair, pulling his head up roughly, staring down at him with an icy smile. "Nanashi is my boyfriend. And he's right- I shouldn't have fucked you. But you sure as hell don't have a right to say anything like that about him. No... no, you don't deserve to."
And with that, Anakin pushed his lips against the older man's again, sealing them harshly, forcing his tongue into the vigilante's mouth and letting it trace over the inside of tooth and cheek, hand almost wrapped around his neck, far too weak to give any meaningful grip. Pulling back with an annoyed scowl on his face, the framer shoved Inigo further against the wall, knee catching the underside of his jaw. "I want you to get me off. Do it, or I swear to god that you will not like the punishment I have in mind. And maybe after that I'll have you mark me a bit so Nanashi gets jealous... you know, he really can't leave me alone for long. But he's the only thing I care about... I'd kill you if it made him happy, you know."
Inigo stared at him for a moment, eyes watering before whispering out a, "Fuck you. You already got turned down by your little boyfriend, don't come to me in desperation, you filthy little slut."
Before he could protest any longer, Anakin was forcing his jaw open, pants falling down to his ankles as he forcibly stuck his cock into his mouth. It took a minute before Inigo knew what to do, the taste of salty precum appearing on the back of his tongue, shocked at how quickly Anakin's hips were thrusting, knocking the back of his head against the wall. Hands were already tangled in his hair, pulling too hard for Inigo to not let disgusted moans leave his lips. This fucking hurt- it was disgusting- what the fuck.. He bit down.
"Fuck!" was all the framer managed to get out, his eyes wide and burning with anger. Reaching down, his hand caught the side of Inigo's face, fingers curling in dark-grey hair and pulling sharply. Tugging the man's head up, Anakin barely managed to look at him before he was shoving him back against the wall again, kicking him in the ribs.
"Don't you fucking dare, Inigo. I could tear off your goddamn dick if you do anything like that again." his eyes narrowed, dark and piercing. "And I'm not a slut. Watch your mouth." Pulling away from the vigilante, Anakin gave a slight laugh- hollow and callous, broken down with insanity. "This is your fault. Your fault Nanashi got mad at me. Your fault I'm losing it…" he paused, crouching down next to the man. "Mark me. You should be good at it since you like biting so fucking much."
"G-get the fuck away from me," he hissed, closing his eyes so that he could imagine that he was anyplace but here. Thoughts of being with his wife and kids ran through his mind.. but those thoughts thankfully vanished as soon as they came, being replaced by him being thanked by the mayor and everyone else in that useless god damn town. They were quickly stolen away- the euphoria he felt, sense of accomplishment he grew to know and love so quickly- Anakin slapping at his face, forcing him to look at his ugly mug once more. "No- I fucking won't do it."
He didn't seem to really get a say in the matter with Anakin forcing him to lay face first in the bed, his ribs aching badly from the abuse. Inigo didn't know how much longer he'd be able to hold out on- practically everyone else basically kissing his ass because he successfully killed the entire mafia all by himself. All he had to do was survive and his wish could come true. "You.. you might as well release me now, asshole.. kill me if you want. I'll never fucking stoop so low as to touch you voluntarily."
"Such a shame," the framer hummed, turning away again and back to the dresser, rummaging through drawers until he could find something suitable- ties for his mouth, of course, since the moron couldn't stop speaking. "You know, if you did, it might've saved you some of this." He sat at Inigo's side, hand around his neck slightly, pressing in enough to hurt.
Then he was spreading the man's legs with an awful smirk on his face, sliding his fingers against the older man's ass teasingly. Pushing one in, barely lubed, he watched as the expression on the man's face turned to disgust, trying to pull himself away as another long, thin digit breached him. Anakin's thumb rubbed against his rim, a dark smile on his face as he held up the vibrating plug in his hand. "You're so tight... think you can take it? This is one of my favorites. Don't worry- it won't hurt as much as you think... or maybe it will. Can't wait to hear you cursing in pain and pleasure..."
Inigo opened his mouth in horror, staring at the dark pink thing being moved around his back to press against his rim. How.. how the fuck was that supposed to fit inside him/ It couldn't.. it was impossible for something that big and girthy.. even bigger than he was. Even if Anakin put the entire bottle of lube in his ass, it couldn't actually fit.. "Pl-" as soon as it touched his sensitive skin, he couldn't help the moan escaping his lips, practically shivering in fear. It was even thicker than he thought, almost pulsing at the touch. He was too scared for what could possibly happen.. he didn't want to die by some object in his ass.
"G-get it out.. hurts.'
"Aw, don't be that way..." Anakin started, stroking back Inigo's hair as he flipped the switch. The man tensed up almost immediately, crying out in pain, eyes flying open with a shout. It was cute, really, no matter how unattractive the man was. Anakin almost smiled, looking down at him.
"If I can take it, you can," he said without emotion, pressing a kiss to the man's forehead, stroking his thick cock quickly. "Don't like it? Would you prefer I rode you again? Of course, you don't want me to touch you..." he shoved the plug in a little further, groaning. "I do really want to get off though..."
"F-fuck," Inigo panted, feeling his legs further spreaded forward to buck into Anakin's hands. He felt like he was being torn apart in his ass, somewhat pleasant feeling if it wasn't for the fact that hurt like a fucking bitch. His cock was oddly enough rock hard, pulsing in his hand, desperate for me. This.. this shouldn't be happening. Shouldn't be turned on at all.. This was all disgusting. Wrong. Liking this wasn't good. "Off- get.."
And then he could feel the pink thing emptying out inside him, fake pleasure leaking out of his asshole and down his thighs. Fuck- d-did.. did it actually just..? "W-what the fuck-" he cried, biting down on his lip as another spasm went through his back and the toy stretched out enough once more to empty. "W-what the fuck is this.. wh-why is this..?'
"Don't you like it?" Anakin questioned mockingly, ruffling Inigo's hair with a dark look on his face, hand smoothing over the man's thighs, gripping his cock and letting his fingers trail up and down the shaft before giving a rough tug. The older man's release was sticky, coming out in streaks of white against the framers hand, back arching one more as Anakin reached between his legs to slip the toy out, giving a half smile.
"Did you like that, baby?" He muttered, hand tracing the vigilante's cheekbones, his jaw, eyes glinting as he leaned forward to grip his neck, pressing his lips against the man's cheek, then his ear. "You're practically irresistible like this..."
The ginger moved to sit in the elder's lap, pressing soft kisses against the skin of his neck and pressing incredibly close to his body. "You're amusing, Inigo. Maybe I'll keep you around awhile longer... it feels so nice to be in control. I'm just a bitch to everyone else. Funny that it's you who ended up beneath me."
Inigo refused to answer.. not that he really could though. His body was practically shut down now, slicked with come from both sides. This was humiliating, utterly fucking humiliating.. Forcing out words, he could feel shameful tears leaking out. "Fuckin' sadist.. you disgust me.. I-I should've just cocked my gun in your mouth and killed you. A-at least then.."
He doesn't finish, unable to continue as he slowly sinks into the corner exhausted. Weakness had managed to just completely ruin him.. he doubted that he'd ever be able to bring his dignity back up to where it was previously. And if he couldn't.. he'd rather Anakin just blew a round of bullets into his fucking skull and saved him the trouble.
"Hey, hey..." Anakin's hand caressed the man's cheek, bony fingers forcing their eyes together as he offered a light smile. "Don't be upset, Inigo. I love you, okay? I'm not doing this to be cruel... I'm doing it because you deserve to be punished. And you know it, deep down."
The framer pressed his lips against the other's, sliding his tongue into a hot mouth, practically devouring it as his hands slid over the vigilante's thighs. Pulling back, he brushed a stray lock of hair from the man's face. "Shh... it's all okay now." Curling up on his side, he pressed his head against Inigo's chest, making a fake purring noise. "Don't leave me yet..."
Inigo continued to leave his eyes closed, trying to control his ragged breathing. This was all happening way too fast for him- completely undisciplined and perverted in everyway.. it was almost scary having this happen to him.