Title: Knife Point
Author: Lindseys_girl
Posted: 11-01-2003
Email: missangel186@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17. Violence, rape, torture and other nasties including underage sex.
Category:
Content: Gunn/Rondell, others implied.
Summary: Gunn knows this is his time.
Spoilers: 'That old gang of mine'
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Neurotica, Stranger Things… anyone else just ask
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Thanks/Dedication:
Halloween Fic: For Syn. Syn's challenge: Someone from AI gets tortured and not in a good, sexy way. I'm talking painful ouchies and nasty ickiness. Make it squeamy.He feels the knife slice his palm. It's so painful he feels he might bleed to death, but know better. He knows he's dying but this will be slow. Rondell was always slow. They'd been fourteen, and though Gunn had repeatedly told Gunn he was no fudge packer somehow mouths had always ended up on dicks. Gunn guesses now, twelve years later, Rondell figures Gunn is giving it to a vamp. Nothing could be further from the truth. He gave Wes a hand job. Once. When he was hella drunk in the 'dark Angel' phase but Gunn couldn't help but think Wes wanted him to be Angel. He'd even asked him to bite and Gunn had complied.
But nothing had ever hurt as bad as this. Rondell had cornered him outside Caritas, knocked him out with a fucking massive club, a nail on the end, just dull enough not to kill him, but sharp enough to stick into the side of his skull, promising a slow and painful death. He was now dimly aware he was in a warehouse someplace, and his jeans and pants were down before they were even in the door, Rondell slammed into him, no warning, nothing.
Gunn was almost grateful he was nearly dead at this point. This… rape, this murder by his former best friend was almost too much to bear.
Gunn felt him come. Cold, cold, and blood. So much blood. He can't quite fathom where the blood, has come from. Then he realises its come from his head.
He's glad the pain is less now, and he can't see straight. He knows this is the end. Everything is black, fuzzy, though not quite fuzzy enough. No one is coming to save him, not Wes not Angel… no one.
His skull cracks against the concrete with a dull 'smack.' He can't see at all now, he's blind. Dimly he's aware of Rondell's cock in his mouth, suffocating him, and dully wonders when his fondness for necrophilia really took off. He's fucking his mouth, making Gunn gag, the air filled with his moans and Gunn's surprised to find himself comply, his tongue beginning to slide around the dick in his mouth in a rhythm he remembers. The first time, when they were fourteen was just experimentation, right? Gunn hates himself for his first time being a guy, starting out with wanting to kiss Rondell and him complying, an odd stirring in his pants he'd heard plenty about but no-one to teach him the exact specifics of it all. The older guys told you to use a rubber always or you'd catch AIDS and die a bag of bones. Somehow that hadn't quite mattered with Rondell. Something that started with kissing, and then the urge to put his hand down pants, his own, Rondell's it hadn't mattered. Then one day, hands down each other's pants, he makes Rondell come for the first time. He withdraws his hand, curious and tastes come for the first time. He kinda likes it, sour definitely, but something he could get used to. Rondell had just grinned and pulled Gunn's pants off, somehow them getting caught didn't really matter anymore. He'd got down on his knees, wrapped his hand around Gunn's dick and pumps until Gunn orgasms for the first time, crying out. He can't quite believe what's just happened. This is supposed to be his best friend and now he's giving him head? That must mean he's gay, right? And it's doesn't feel 'normal' because he knows he should be with a girl but he can't help but like guys. The next time Rondell suggests they take it a stage further and actually suck each other's dicks. Gunn felt a stirring merely at the suggestion and knows he won't last two seconds in Rondell's mouth. And he doesn't. He can't help but fuck his mouth and lasts only three thrusts. Rondell swallows him down, his own erection pressing into his own pants. He strips them quickly, pushes Gunn back to the floor and starts pounding in and out. Gunn never did like giving head, Rondell knows it and that brings them back to this moment here, when Gunn is dying, he can't see and his last moments are going to be spent doing something he hates.
Gunn always preferred the actual intercourse. It was ages before he and Rondell did it, on Gunn's fifteenth birthday. Rondell told Gunn he was getting him a special present, which turned out to be condoms, lube and a bed for the night. Gunn had fucked Rondell first, and thought it was the best sensation in the world to be up his ass and have his dick in his hand. He was proved wrong when Rondell fucked him and the sensation of someone filling him was twice as good.
Gunn can't help in his dying moments but think, getting suffocated by Rondell's cock he should've gone out getting fucked. Rondell wails and comes once again. Gunn feels his lungs filling up and knows this is the end…End.