by StarWolf
11/21/2004
Title: Inertia Creeps
Author: StarWolf (elendraug at yahoo dot com)
Fandom: Silent Hill 4
Rating: R
Genre: Uh. Somewhere between pr0n and violence.
Pairing: Richard x Henry
Warnings: Slash, violence
Disclaimer: Konami's brilliance, not mine.
Distribution: Nope Don't you dare.
Summary: No compassion, nothing matters; his resistance is waning.
Author's Notes: Named after the Massive Attack song that entirely inspired it.
Concrete beneath his feet, broken brick against his back, ninety-eight degrees pressed to his chest. His mind in a whirlwind of assertion versus submission, and the latter is winning. Greedy touches, rough palms against his cheek and now his arm (i cant move he wont let me) and now grazing across the soft skin below his navel and ever downward
"No." Breathe; stroke. "No, stop--" Sharp exhale; hips against his. "Damn it, get the hell off...me..." Murmuring; licks on his throat. "Nnn..." Panting; stubble sandpapering, nerves aflame, fucking cheek-to-cheek.
Incoherence; rhythm.
Lifts his arms, drapes them over shoulders, holds on and allows himself to be rocked (no mother references, god, not now), a hand roaming selfishly, another tugging his hair, his skin scraping against architecture, pain and stinging but too good to let go--
Behind his eyelids is darkness, but he shuts them for long enough that he's seeing white, and--
and--
Teeth; copper on his lips and steel to his brow and lead farther in than it should be.
Twenty eight years five months three weeks six days nine hours thirty-seven minutes zero seconds, the final tally, and he crumples to the asphalt.
Richard's done.