His 7
Uh oh...Rick only slapped Carl but hard enough to mark to set Merle the warpath. What's he going to do?
Oh – contains some role-play smut so be aware. I don't know if it's good or not...I would love any comments!
A little earlier when the sun rose, Rick woke up earlier than Daryl.
That's unusual. He thought to himself. Then it all came back to him – the events of day before. He'd hit Carl and Carl was with Merle!
Impossible. For a couple of blessed seconds it had all seemed unreal, like a bad dream, a nightmare.
He looked down on his partner snoring gently on his chest and he knew it wasn't. It had all happened and Daryl knew but had hid it all from him. How could he have done that?
That made him angry. Rick knew he should go and look for his son, apologise but he knew where he was and who he was with and he didn't want to go there. Not a coward by any means – he didn't know what he would do to the bastard who had seduced his boy even if his original intent was to make peace.
To put it in a nutshell, Rick simply didn't trust himself with Merle.
He shook his head and sighed. Daryl stirred as if he'd felt him move in his sleep but still didn't wake up, so Rick made do with playing with his tussled hair. He wanted to get up and check up on Carl but at the same time he didn't want to disturb his lover. The leader knew that both Dixons slept so lightly normally that even if he eased him off him as gently as he could, he would no doubt wake. But maybe he could wake him up in a way he wouldn't mind. Like Daryl had done for him many times before - his very own human alarm-clock – he grew hard at the thought of it before he forced himself to focus on the current problem. If he couldn't get at Merle for what he'd done, he had his baby brother in his clutches and Daryl had betrayed him. Hadn't told him what that paedo bastard was doing to his teenage son.
Rick grinned – but it was a savage smile – more like a vicious twist of the lips. If Carl had seen him then he would have been shocked because right then his father looked more like a hungry wolf.
His father looked like a Dixon.
Punishing Daryl could be fun, Rick thought and so he would go without the treat he so often gave Rick – waking him up with his mouth kissing, licking and sucking him alternatively between his thighs. No, the leader was too pissed off even he had forgiven him and he'd skip the delicious warm-up.
With that, he yanked off the blanket covering them.
…
Rick pushed Daryl off him and ignored his sleepy murmurs of protest. Just as he predicted, his eyes flicked immediately open seconds later and his mouth fell open as he was momentarily too surprised to speak.
Didn't matter, Rick was already tugging off the hunter's jeans then yanking off his black boxers. How Rick loved those on him – he'd acquired them for his last birthday on a run. Brand-new and made of real silk because of course they'd fallen asleep fully clothed last night. He liked especially how the clung to the contours of his baby's perfect backside.
'Wha...?'
'Shut up.' Rick snapped at him.
Daryl rose an eye-brow because his boyfriend didn't often speak to him like that. 'What...what ya doin'?'
'I said shut the fuck up.'
The Dixon sniggered when he realised the game they were playing. One of his favourites where Rick really played out of character and took control.
'Ya know what ya did. Lettin' ya brother put his filthy hands all over my son and not even tell me!'
'I didn't let 'im...' He protested.
'What did I say?' Rick hit him and split his lip, a hell of a lot harder than he'd hit Carl and Merle might have something to say about that later but right then, the ex-sheriff couldn't give a shit.
Daryl's first instinct was to fight back and eliminate the threat but he stopped himself as he tasted the metallic tang of his own blood and even bowed his head in submission to play along. Still, the other man must have worried that he'd gone too far because he stroked his hair and whispered,
'Ya OK?' - going against the rules. This made the Dixon raise his head to look scornfully at him and lick the blood from around his lips with his tongue provactively and that decided his fate.
Rick tied his hands behind his back with his belt and Daryl let him. Part of him knew he had this coming and he should let his boyfriend get rid of some of the anger he was saving up for Merle and then things could hopefully settle down again. Anyway, the times the cop took charge were rare indeed.
'Ya let that sleaze of a brother of yours touch my little boy?' He began the interrogation like they were in a police-cell.
'No, Rick, it weren't like that...'
'I don't believe you. You're jus' covering up for him.'
'No, I wouldn't. He's my son too...'
'Yeah? Still, I'm gonna do everythin' to you that he did to my son. Make you feel everythin' he felt...'
'No, please don't...' He pleaded but when Rick checked his eyes to see if he really meant it, he was pleased to see his own lust and excitement reflected back in them. He noticed ttoo that the Dixon trembling too but not with fear – after being so attuned to his body language and noises so long, he could tell the difference by now.
Next, he sneered cruelly, looking even less like himself. 'Don't look like ya got a choice, does it?'
'Do what ya want with me, jus' please don't hurt my brother...'
'Why ya so intent on sacrificing yaself for that perverted waste of space ya call your brother?'
'Don't call him that!' Daryl was stung and forgot to be submissive. 'He ain't a pervert! Never hurt anyone!'
'Stop defendin' him! Now I'm jus' gonna have to punish you instead. Besides, you betrayed me when you covered for him.' Rick cuffed him but held back this time. He regretted hurting his mouth before and marring those beautiful lips he admired so much.
Daryl whimpered at that, turning Rick on even more. But it didn't matter because by then, he had grabbed his hair almost painfully and yanked it back and had him on his knees. Soon the leader was filling him with his mouth and apparently not caring if he choked him.
'You deserve this.' He told him between moans as the Dixon worked him over with his skilful mouth and tongue.
Daryl growled in approval at this uncustomary rough treatment and the cop could see that he liked it. Sometimes he needed gentleness and soft words with long, slow caresses (at least at first) but this was not one of these times. Anyway, Rick was genuinely angry with him and it was coming out in their sex and when it was time for him to spill, he withdrew and came all over his face without warning.
Daryl spluttered and looked up in adorable confusion with his spunk dripping off his face, making Rick take pity and clean him off with the rag he always carried in his pocket. In any case, he needed some time before they began Round 2. Better he showed him his true feelings for his part in Merle and Carl's relationship, even if he didn't wholly blame him because deep down, Rick knew that Daryl would never let Merle hurt Carl. At least not if he knew about it.
'Do ya want me to untie you?' He whispered, checking that the belt wasn't too tight. It wasn't.
'No! More fun that way.' Daryl replied mischievously. 'I didn't tell you about Merle and Carl – ya need to punish me some more for that.' His voice was raspy not with fear but anticipation.
Rick imagined sometimes his father punishing him – had he used similar words? Daryl had opened up a little about his childhood but there was still so much more his boyfriend didn't know and the leader was afraid to trigger him.
'True right about that. The thought of them together makes me sick to my stomach.'
It had taken more than a year for the leader to get him to the stage where he was comfortable with being restrained (Rick had a horrible suspicion that his father had tied him up but Daryl had never told him). Still, it had turned out that they both had a kinky side to them that Rick had never dared to explore with Lori. Truth was, he didn't know he'd be into shit like this back then or maybe she'd never excited him as much as Daryl could. Probably them being both men and that he didn't have to worry about being too rough with him had something to do with it.
Now Rick was busy preparing him with the lube and testing how many fingers he could slide in. He soon had the Dixon bucking and moaning, demanding more, soon enough. It seemed like he'd forgotten again to act his part and be reluctant.
2 went in easy after he'd stretched him a little more but 3 then 4 were a bit difficult and he whined. Rick shushed him, falling out of character causing Daryl to laugh out loud in contempt.
That's when the leader snarled and without warning, slid himself in. Daryl gasped at that and grimaced a little at the pain as he tried to readjust – Rick had deliberately not given him quite enough warming-up. But he did stop and let him get used to his considerable girth before he started moving, he wasn't that much of a sadist before he slowly at first started to pound into him.
'Ya sicko brother do this to Carl?' He panted.
'I...I don't know!' Daryl whimpered and whined.
'What do you mean you don't know?' Rick punctuated every word with a deep thrust into his lover, making him squirm and moan. 'Didn't he do it to you when you were his age?'
'No...I swear he never touched me!' The Dixon gasped breathlessly.
'A pity.'
Daryl gasped at that even though he knew it was only pretend. Rick was still clearly obssessed with the fantasy of him and Merle together – replacing his son with Daryl at his age. Maybe it should have worried or disgusted him but it only turned him on the more.
'Did he do this to him?' Rick changed his angle, missing the other man's prostrate.
'Pro...probably...Oh, please...'
Rick snarled in his ear and kept it up. Now the Dixon was writhing and pleading in his need and trying to manouvre so that the other's thrusts would meet his most sensitive place head-on but he couldn't get there. Not when his boyfriend growled and grabbed him by the hair, almost brutally shoving him back down in place. In other words, telling him not to move.
After a few seconds, however, the ex-cop took pity and went back to the angle before to his partner's immense relief. But he doubled his speed instead, got rougher.
'Ya know what, I should tie ya up more often...'
'No...no...untie me...please..It hurts... I don't like it...' But Rick clearly heard the opposite, ' especially when Daryl moaned breathily. After all, the trust was there and he hadn't used their safeword. It had taken the cop a long time to earn his trust from him and for all that, it was all the more precious.
Rick pounded even harder and faster and he could tell that the Dixon was loving it as he writhed and groaned beneath him. Rick was rarely like this...and Daryl wished that he would be this brutal and commanding more but he couldn't find the words to tell him and destroy his new-found confidence, the leader had been so shy the first time. In fact, the hunter was in high heaven especially when the cop touched him in other places so that they more or less came together. It was just at that point when they were shuddering to a halt with Rick still half-inside him after spilling his seed that his brother burst through the tent, unzipping the flap rapidly as if he knew what they were up to and was determined to catch them at it. Even though he must have heard the noises they were making. Naturally, they didn't react quickly enough, lost in a blissful daze after their powerful orgasms and Daryl wouldn't have put it past him – he could be twisted that way. Even worse, to his deep mortification, he glimpsed Carl's aghast expression as he peeked behind Merle's brawny arm.
'Oh fuck!' Rick hissed and shook his head as he slid out of Daryl. 'Didn't mean for you to see that, son.' He was mumbling sorry over and over and unable to meet Carl's eyes as he rushed to cover their nakedness with the blanket. After that, he hurried to untie his boyfriend's hands – Merle had been staring at Daryl with an unfathomable expression on his face but at least he was keeping the filthy comments they knew he was dying to say to himself in front of Rick's son.
'Don't look! Don't know why you followed me in the first place!' Merle himself considerately looked away finally to hiss angrily at the teenager over his shoulder but still Carl didn't move. It was like he was frozen, fixed to the spot with shock and horror, staring at them and Daryl couldn't blame him...Rick was his real father after all. Somehow, his two 'Dads' had managed for this not to happen - not with Judith either before when everyone knew when everyone else had sex unless you went into the woods or other places outside which was what most people did. They were living in a limited space in tents after all and people were too afraid to live too far apart from each other. Except the leader and his partner...they both figured that they were safer than the majority which were women and children and they wanted to be far enough away that whatever noises they made wouldn't carry but they couldn't guarantee the wind direction. For most of the group though, doing it early in the morning and late at night in their tents were the other possibilities.
'I mean it! Shouldn't have followed me in the first place!' Merle turned back to the stunned boy. 'Get ya ass back to my tent!'
Despite his deep embarrassment, Rick's face flushed with anger when he heard the Dixon order his son to get back to his tent but it did the trick and Carl was off like a shot. Even though Merle knew that he was worried about what he was going to do his Dad and that's why he'd sneaked up behind him. The Dixon had been too furious with Rick to notice...Worse – Carl had had time to take in Daryl's split lips as well as his bound hands just as his father had seen the shallow cut on his cheek where he'd hit him the day before and gasped at the damage he'd inflicted. Although Daryl beat up wasn't an unfamiliar sight...he protected the group constantly from Walkers and other threats and he was a Dixon.
Glaring at his big brother, Daryl also turned red for different reasons and looked away. 'Can't ya ever knock, Merle?' He snapped. In this way letting him know that it was safe to turn back round again. 'We were just...'
'Yeah, I know what you were 'just' doin' and believe me, seeing you two screwing was the last thing I ever wanted to see either.' Merle had planned on rushing in there and had forgotten what they might be doing. He'd originally intended on dragging Rick out of his tent to give him a good old-fashioned talking-to up close and personal with his fists but seeing them like that had got in the way. Luckily, he'd been too surprised so that he didn't carry out his plan but it didn't mean that he was going to let Rick get away with hitting Carl either.
He looked down at them. Rick had by this time managed to untie his brother's hands and Daryl was rubbing them. This made him beyond angry but he was determined to have it out with him like a man.
'Yeah...ya like hitting people who can't fight back, don't ya, like ya boy?' Merle jerked his head at his brother's bleeding lips. 'I bet ya hit him after ya tied up his hands, ain't I right, you fuckin' coward?'
Rick did his best not to react to that but it was hard. He also didn't want to fall into the trap of telling the older brother what he did with the younger behind closed doors so to speak and giving him fantasy material t jerk off to. But Daryl himself had no such compunctions.
'Merle...It was jus' a game, was all...' He started and put his arm restrainingly around Rick's shoulders. He was wondering why Merle was getting so worked up about a little cut lip. So? Rick had got a little bit rough with him when they were role-playing, had tied his hands behind his back - it was nothing and he'd probably derserved it. Then again, his big brother had always been protective with good reasons.
'Ya sick, ya know that?' He attacked Rick again.
'Ya call me sick when you have sex with teenage boys?' This time there was no stopping the cop who had remained relatively restrained up to this point. Daryl got up with him and tried to get between them but Rick waved him aside. The fact that two of them were naked no longer seemed important.
'Let's take this outside.' Merle started to leave.
'Fine.' Rick followed. 'Bout time we got stuff out in the open.'
Merle's infuriating smirk grew even bigger at the irony of that.
