Smut Stories

Rage (Possible WIP?) (bxb)

WARNINGS: Violence, choking, murder is referenced, blood.

*PSA I don't condone anything that happens in these stories as it is abusive behaviour, however, it is just fiction. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE.

It was like a switched flipped inside his head. It illuminated his mind. At this same time, his stomach dropped like a 20 pound weight.
"You-"
He couldn't finish.
And then he exploded. He charged at Rick and slammed him against the wood wall of the cabin. He felt like flames were flying from his body. All he could think of was to hurt this man. This man who mur-
He refused to complete that thought. He balled his fist and slugged Rick across the face, sending spit and blood flying.
"YOU KILLED HER, YOU BASTARD"! The word 'kill' triggered a burst of anger and pain, and he hit Rick again, his hand stinging as he took it away.
Rick panted, trying to form words. He looked up at Chris with dark, gleaming eyes. Chris was looking evil straight in the eye.
"She was in the way".
Chris slammed him against the wall once again, taking satisfaction in the way his head thudded against the wall.
He hit him again, as hard as he could. All he wanted was to do was hurt him. To hit him again and again, until he couldn't feel anything. He wanted to hit him until it brought her back. He wanted him to hurt. He wanted him to suffer. He wanted him to plead. He wanted to attack him. He wanted to-
In all honesty, he didn't know.

"In the way of what, you sick fuck?", Chris growled through his teeth. His hand was around Rick's neck, not choking him yet, but tense; just threatening to squeeze.
Rick chokes the words out. "Of us".
Chris kneed him in the side, sending him buckling over. Chris held him up.
"We always had a special connection, Chris. You know that," Rick coughed up. He lay limp against the wall, with Chris' hand still wrapped around his neck. "She got in the way of us".
"You crazy motherfucker," Chris spat as he hit him across the face. He got worked up again. "YOU KILLED MY FUCKIG WIFE". The need for violence took over his mind again, and he bashed Rick in any place he could. Hitting his face, kneeing his side, screaming vulgarities. Then, in a rush of rage, he grabbed Rick's face and crashed his lips into Rick's. Teeth clashed as he sucked Rick's lips, his hands still gripping his face. He couldn't let go.
  He didn't go deeper. He just stayed, face clashed with Rick's.
And then he stopped. He raised his lips, numb and detached. Rick's lips were bleeding, cut into by Chris' teeth. They both panted, not daring to look away from each other. Then Chris broke the silence.
"Rick, I-"
"This is why she had to go Chris."
  Rick placed his hands on the taller man's face. "You see now, don't y-".
He was cut off by Chris' fist colliding with his windpipe.

"You fucking cunt," Chris said as Rick gasped for air. "You fucking-"
Before he could finish, he dove in to kiss him again.

This wasn't as still. Chris drove his tongue into Rick's mouth, like he was trying to claim something there. He bit Rick's lip, tasting the blood he left there and no doubt creating more. His hands dug into the man's hair, gripping the strands and pulling him closer into his embrace.
He didn't want this. He was telling himself no. He screamed. But the rush in his body knew what it wanted too, and it drove him with passion.
He separated from Rick again. Rick looked weak, but electrified.
"This is all I wanted, Chris," he breathed, wrapping his bruised arms around the man's hips. "I just wanted you".
Rick began to bite his neck, leaving a trail of teeth imprints and suck marks down onto Chris' shoulder. What Chris felt was terrifying. He couldn't feel this, not for the man that murdered his wife. He shouldn't be so close like this. He shouldn't be grinding himself against him. He shouldn't be touching him like this. He shouldn't be desperate for him like he was. He shouldn't be letting the man that killed his wife in cold blood shove him onto the motel's queen bed and viciously rip off his shirt.
  He rolled around and pulled Rick under him, slapping him across the face as he did so. He sat on Rick's hips, hands binding his wrists.
"You don't get to fucking do this," he cried, shaking with fury. "You don't get to!"
As soon as his sentence was finished. Rick ground himself into Chris' ass. Chris gasped, immediately taken out of whatever thought he was having.
Rick continued. "You love this, don't you? You want me inside of you-"
"No." It was weak and breathy.
"Don't lie to me. Don't lie to yourself." He grabbed Chris' hard cock through his underclothes. "You want me to fuck you."
Chris winced. He uttered a word that was barely audible.
"Yes."
There was a tear coming out of his eye.

"Say it," Rick said, grinding harder into him. "Tell me what you want".
"I want it". Chris could barely say the words, yet he wanted them out so bad.
"Want what?" Rick's voice was mercilessly soothing.
"I want you to f- want you to fuck me".

Rick hauled the boxers that Chris was wearing down around his thighs. He wet a finger, and traced his way to Chris' asshole. Chris stopped him.
"No. Now," he breathed.
Surprised, Rick smirked. "Eager, are we?"

  Hating himself, Chris nodded.

Rick grabbed Chris' arms and flung him facedown onto the bed. He grabbed his wrist and pulled them behind his back. Then, without warning, he drove himself into Chris. Chris yelped in pain.
  Rick pulled out, grinning. "You like that, don't you, honey?"
  Chris winced. "Fuck, yes."
Rick began to fuck him. Chris cried out until Rick's cock pounded into just the right spot. He moaned, louder than he had liked. Rick grinned again.
  "Moan for me, baby."
He began to fuck him again, this time faster. Chris cried in pleasure.
  "Faster." Chris groaned.

Rick flipped him onto his back. Chris straddled him, and he plunged into him again, fucking him faster.
  Rick pushed Chris' arms above his head.
  "Fucking choke me." Chris growled. Rick raised an eyebrow. Then he grabbed Chris' throat with both hands, adding slight pressure. Chris groaned as Rick continued to slam into him.
  "Harder." Chris hissed, as he bucked his hips higher.
  Rick smirked and squeezed harder on Chris' neck.

  Chris gasped for air, but his hips jerked up with each up Rick's thrusts.
  "You like being punished, huh?" Rick panted, staring into Chris' closed eyes. "You like being the bitch, don't you?"

  Rick could feel himself tighten up, and he couldn't last any longer. With one last push into Chris, he moaned, and finished.
  Chris didn't seem to notice.
Rick, was catching his breath, when Chris choked out "harder".
  Emotionless, Rick choked him with all his strength. He thought he was going to kill him before he felt Chris come onto his stomach.

  Rick removed his hands from Chris' neck, and slumped down onto his broad shoulder.
  Chris was gasping violently, trying to regain his breath. Rick panted into his neck.
  He began to place kisses and nips along Chris' neck and collarbone. Chris only heaved.
  There was a beat of peace. 
"See?" Rick finally said. "It's better this way."

  Chris didn't say anything. He only shook his head weakly.

  After a moment, Rick got up, and hauled on the pair of jeans he was wearing.
  "I'm gonna grab a bite to eat." He said casually. "Come on down if you're hungry."
  Before he exited, he looked back through the door. "Or if you can still walk," he said with a smirk.

  Chris remained on the bed. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. He couldn't think. All he could do was breath in, and breath out.

AN: I actually like these characters (I know there's not much of them to be seen in this bit), and I may keep working with this story. Some feedback would be lovely, and I'd like to see if any of my (tiny amount of) readers want to see more. Thanks!