The Matrix isn't mine or it'd be a whole lot less wholesome. And I'd be a
whole lot richer. More rich. Uh.
Many thanks to the Priestess of Anubis. Don't worry, there is plenty of blood and action coming, I just have some character development I want to play with too. Thanks for any and all feedback, this is my first fanfic.
Oh, and I am not sure what to rate this. It isn't that graphic, at least I don't think it is, but I'm guessing this is R? I'm rating it R to be on the safe side. It's no worse than a Quentin Tarantino film for blood and kink. Wish I could do his dialogue and characterization.
On the long drive back to the city Two had gotten bored. The best solution for boredom is to do something you like. Jay remembered what happened with shame. That was why the program had done it of course. Why limit yourself to purely physical torture?
"He's quite pretty One, I think I'd like to play with him."
"Yes, he is a pretty one isn't he? We like his green eyes and his sun buttered skin."
Jay thinks "They sound like comic book villains." It was the kind of thing that used to turn him on.
One pulls over. Two gets out of the car, takes out his razor and puts it in his pants pocket. Takes off his coat, folds it neatly and places it on the seat. Takes off his vest, folds it neatly and places it on the coat. Removes his tie tack, places it neatly on the vest. Removes his tie, folds it in two, smoothes it out and places it on the vest as well then closes the door. Jay watches the program's face for any emotion, but finds none.
Two closes the door, opens the door in the back. He leans in and slides Jay's body along the seat by the ankles. Jay is tied hands to ankles.
Two runs his finger down Jay's forearm and over his hand then says, "He's healed completely."
"What a useful trait. We like him better already." One says softly as he clicks on the CD player. Barry White comes on singing, "Darling I, I can't get enough of your love baby.."
"You have got to be shitting me." Jay thinks, then winces when Two snicks open his razor and smirks.
Two leans over, cuts the ropes, then takes Jay's wrists one by one and massages them gently. Jay can feel the warm metal of the straight razor on his thigh where Two had left it lying open. It's weird that it feels warm, but Two had kept it in his pocket. The program's hands felt oddly soft and warm as well. They both looked so inhuman. "I don't ." Jay started.
"Don't what?" Two whispers as he slides his hand up Jay's arm. He picks up the straight razor with the other hand and runs the dull side up the other arm raising goose pimples on both arms, then holds it to Jay's throat as he pushes him down onto his back.
He can feel Two's leg moving against his crotch. "Don't what?" Two whispers in his ear, then brushes his lips along the edge of Jay's ear.
"Could we close the door?" One interrupts. "We would like to arrive tonight if it isn't too much trouble."
Two twists around and pulls the door shut then begins cutting the buttons off Jay's shirt one handed. The other hand moves behind the razor along the bare flesh of Jay's stomach. When Two gets to the fifth button he nicks Jay a little, a scratch really. Jay gasps and his stomach muscles contract.
"Six pack, ummm." The program moves the tip of his finger over the nick, then licks the blood off the tip. Moves his finger back toward the nick, but now the cut is gone.
"Very quick healing." Two says. The blade is now at the last button, and then the button is gone.
"Remove your shirt. Now."
As Jay sits up, Two leans back but keeps himself so close to Jay that Jay can feel Two's body heat, smell a faint hint of ginger on his skin.
"Look, I used to, I don't now, I'm a .." Jay starts. Two smiles and strokes the razor along the side of Jay's cheek.
"You're." Two sneers.
"I'm not, I mean I don't, I'm a Christian and this is not."
Quick, Two cuts a long deep scratch along the side of Jay's face, stops when he gets to Jay's mouth.
"Shut it, or I'll cut out your tongue."
Jay can't see the program's eyes, all he can see is his own widening eyes reflected in the program's sunglasses. He shuts up, but thinks, "I can't wait until Mara gets a hold of you." then immediately feels guilty as hell.
Two watches, fascinated, as the cut closes, scabs and heals. Even the blood disappears into the skin. He cuts Jay again, deeper. The same thing happens, only a bit slower. Several minutes instead of a couple. As soon as the cut heals he runs his finger along the spot where the cut was then runs it over Jays bottom lip. He sets the razor down between the two front seats, slides a hand around Jay's neck, pushes him down.
******Those of you that want the naughty bits can navigate over to adultfanfiction.com, you naughty people, you! I'll be loading the complete scene in a couple of days. *************
Many thanks to the Priestess of Anubis. Don't worry, there is plenty of blood and action coming, I just have some character development I want to play with too. Thanks for any and all feedback, this is my first fanfic.
Oh, and I am not sure what to rate this. It isn't that graphic, at least I don't think it is, but I'm guessing this is R? I'm rating it R to be on the safe side. It's no worse than a Quentin Tarantino film for blood and kink. Wish I could do his dialogue and characterization.
On the long drive back to the city Two had gotten bored. The best solution for boredom is to do something you like. Jay remembered what happened with shame. That was why the program had done it of course. Why limit yourself to purely physical torture?
"He's quite pretty One, I think I'd like to play with him."
"Yes, he is a pretty one isn't he? We like his green eyes and his sun buttered skin."
Jay thinks "They sound like comic book villains." It was the kind of thing that used to turn him on.
One pulls over. Two gets out of the car, takes out his razor and puts it in his pants pocket. Takes off his coat, folds it neatly and places it on the seat. Takes off his vest, folds it neatly and places it on the coat. Removes his tie tack, places it neatly on the vest. Removes his tie, folds it in two, smoothes it out and places it on the vest as well then closes the door. Jay watches the program's face for any emotion, but finds none.
Two closes the door, opens the door in the back. He leans in and slides Jay's body along the seat by the ankles. Jay is tied hands to ankles.
Two runs his finger down Jay's forearm and over his hand then says, "He's healed completely."
"What a useful trait. We like him better already." One says softly as he clicks on the CD player. Barry White comes on singing, "Darling I, I can't get enough of your love baby.."
"You have got to be shitting me." Jay thinks, then winces when Two snicks open his razor and smirks.
Two leans over, cuts the ropes, then takes Jay's wrists one by one and massages them gently. Jay can feel the warm metal of the straight razor on his thigh where Two had left it lying open. It's weird that it feels warm, but Two had kept it in his pocket. The program's hands felt oddly soft and warm as well. They both looked so inhuman. "I don't ." Jay started.
"Don't what?" Two whispers as he slides his hand up Jay's arm. He picks up the straight razor with the other hand and runs the dull side up the other arm raising goose pimples on both arms, then holds it to Jay's throat as he pushes him down onto his back.
He can feel Two's leg moving against his crotch. "Don't what?" Two whispers in his ear, then brushes his lips along the edge of Jay's ear.
"Could we close the door?" One interrupts. "We would like to arrive tonight if it isn't too much trouble."
Two twists around and pulls the door shut then begins cutting the buttons off Jay's shirt one handed. The other hand moves behind the razor along the bare flesh of Jay's stomach. When Two gets to the fifth button he nicks Jay a little, a scratch really. Jay gasps and his stomach muscles contract.
"Six pack, ummm." The program moves the tip of his finger over the nick, then licks the blood off the tip. Moves his finger back toward the nick, but now the cut is gone.
"Very quick healing." Two says. The blade is now at the last button, and then the button is gone.
"Remove your shirt. Now."
As Jay sits up, Two leans back but keeps himself so close to Jay that Jay can feel Two's body heat, smell a faint hint of ginger on his skin.
"Look, I used to, I don't now, I'm a .." Jay starts. Two smiles and strokes the razor along the side of Jay's cheek.
"You're." Two sneers.
"I'm not, I mean I don't, I'm a Christian and this is not."
Quick, Two cuts a long deep scratch along the side of Jay's face, stops when he gets to Jay's mouth.
"Shut it, or I'll cut out your tongue."
Jay can't see the program's eyes, all he can see is his own widening eyes reflected in the program's sunglasses. He shuts up, but thinks, "I can't wait until Mara gets a hold of you." then immediately feels guilty as hell.
Two watches, fascinated, as the cut closes, scabs and heals. Even the blood disappears into the skin. He cuts Jay again, deeper. The same thing happens, only a bit slower. Several minutes instead of a couple. As soon as the cut heals he runs his finger along the spot where the cut was then runs it over Jays bottom lip. He sets the razor down between the two front seats, slides a hand around Jay's neck, pushes him down.
******Those of you that want the naughty bits can navigate over to adultfanfiction.com, you naughty people, you! I'll be loading the complete scene in a couple of days. *************