Author: VividZombie/Chuchucabose
Pairings: Sonny/Joel, Skrillex/Deadmau5, and Skrillmau5
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,013
Summary: A drunken night together that neither can remember begins to bring together Sonny and Joel, and let's not forget their new little bundle of joy!
Notes/Warnings: BoyxBoy and I do not own Sonny or Joel. They belong to each other. Mpreg. Enjoy! : 3
Chapter 6
Opening his eyes they are only met with more darkness and a splitting headache. Twisting from side to side he find he is also tied a chair, not a very comfortable chair might I add. Glancing around the room he takes in his surroundings.
Bright plush white bed pushed to the side, ebony curtains drawn shut, grand wooden door off to the corner, a flickering light hanging ominously over where he sat in the chair. It looks so much like the several late night hotels he's slept in on tour that the sudden memory only makes his headache throb worse.
He trembles softly as he feels something cold and smooth trace across his cheek. It feels pointy like a knife and when it pricks into the soft skin of his cheek Sonny begins to worry.
"My, my, my, what do we have here? A pretty little sparrow all wrapped up like a present just for me, and only me."
A sudden weight is places on Sonny's lap as his captor sits on him, the knife never leaving the spot on Sonny's face, leaning in to where he can smell the putrid breath still fresh with alcohol. Sonny begins to squirm and shout but the gag in his mouth is stifling and his arms sore from where they are tied to the back of the chair, rope digging into his delicate wrists.
He only stops when a deafening slap lands on his cheek causing his eyes to well up with unshed tears as his head is violently jerked to the side. Five red strips brandished across that pale cheek matching the attackers hand perfectly as they kiss upon that cheek.
"That's enough of that you little bitch! You're not going anywhere and no one's coming for you. Not even your precious little Deadmau5. You're worthless, garbage."
The tears rolled then, down quivering cheeks to caress along a defiant jaw; mocking almost. Soothing like a caress that he had come to know quite well lately, a caress that he will never feel again.
"From now on I will be the only one you need, the one you want, the one who will be everything to you forever."
An unwanted hand comes to grasp at the inky tendrils of Skrillex's hair. Tugging violently, he was forced to bare his neck to the world. He felt vulnerable and naked in this position. The collar of his black long-sleeved shirt slipping down to graze upon his collar-bone and expose more of the creamy skin.
Tears poured down like a thunderstorm raging against all the forces telling him to stop. That he can't show fear. That he needs to be strong, for Joel and for his daughter; still so small and innocent, nestled in his abdomen. Growing stronger as the days went by, he would find a way out of this for her sake.
Rough lips caressed against his exposed neck, mocking him. They were the same size, same texture, same everything. If he just closed his eyes maybe, just maybe, he could play along. Pretend they belonged to his lovers. In-between alternating harsh and gentle kisses the man speaks; coos more like, in a soothing manner against the stubble found at the base of Sonny's jaw.
"Say I'm yours. Say you need me. Say you belong to me, please… I just need you to love me that's all…"
The man's question is only met with silence as Sonny refuses because he doesn't need him or anyone else. He needs Joel. He needs his lover. He needs his boyfriend. He needs the father of his child. He needs his soul mate. And in that moment everything is clear.
The cascading waterfall down those rolling cheeks trickles dry as Sonny pulls himself together. Pulling and tugging, careful as to not alarm the man on his lap still peppering kisses down his throat, pausing to suck a deep bruise on his Adams apple; right on the front of his neck, marking him so the world can see that Sonny has no power against him. That he is a weak and defenseless.
Wriggling a finger under the ropes on his wrists Sonny is able to tug the knot free pulling his hands apart he doesn't move. Sits there and contemplates his next move. He has the element of surprise, he was a ninja in disguise and he had to time this perfectly for it to work.
Sonny watches the flickering light bulb above, casting most of the room in shadows. He could barely make out the outline of a wooden door in the corner of the room. One quick shove would all it be to drop the ass on his ass, and if he ran fast enough he could make it. He just needs to be fast.
'Blink once, twice, three times, go…'
Two hands fit firmly over a broad chest and began their duty, pushing as hard as he could Sonny took off. Jumping over the shocked mess on the floor, he was out the door before the man had even batted an eyelash hair tangling behind him like black smoke billowing in the breeze. Barreling down the dimly lit hallway Sonny recognized the place. He was at the Hilton Inn on North St. Just three blocks down the road from the bar.
Taking a sharp left Sonny fly's down the stairs, a steady thump thump thump of the man quick on his tail, elevators take to long and he was a man on a mission. Head cleared only one thought drifted into his mind, Joel and his daughter. They were his motivation. He needed to make it out. He had to live because he needed them like they needed him.
Feeling fingers slip through the inky tendrils of his hair flowing behind him, Sonny is then electrocuted with the feeling of his nerves singing in pain as he was jerked backwards into a waiting chest and lifted onto a shoulder.
Nails dug into the wall and teeth dug into the soft skin of whatever was closest as he fought tooth and nail to not lose. Losing meant failure and Sonny Moore was no failure.
When the door came into view Sonny squirmed harder only to be responded to with a tightening of arms as the door opened and closed with poor little Alice stuck in his rabbit hole just waiting for the white rabbit to show him the way out.