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kolywoble.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Mar. 19th, 2004 08:14 am)Title: Anger Therapy
Author: Kolywoble
Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Billy has a problem with anger.
Warnings: Violence and Rape.
Disclaimer: None of it is true.
Authors Note: Not quite what I wanted it to be. Feel free to chastise me.
Billy was always smiling, that was him, keep everybody happy. They had no idea! He had anger and lots of it just waiting, biding it's time, hiding in the dark, waiting to be provoked. Waiting for its next victim. Each look, each touch, each tease, fuelled the anger furnace. The furnace was reaching critical level, Dominic was about to be incinerated, beyond help.
He entered using the spare key Dominic had given him. The fool trusted him. He waited. As the car pulled into the driveway, he pulled on his ski-mask. As the key turned in the door, he lifted the cosh. As Dominic stepped into the darkness, the cosh came down on his head. He waited.
The moaning sounds coming from the bed signal that his victim was coming round. Time to dampen the flames. He rolled Dom over onto his back, straddling his chest, he relished the confused eyes widening with fear. Ahh, now the desperate struggling begins, now the realization that he is gagged and bound sets in. He loves this part, the panic fresh on their faces, the fear palpable in the air. He is god. He holds their future in his hands.
He grasps the face, squeezing, digging his nails into the soft cheeks, leans forward and spits. While Dominic is desperately shaking his head trying to wipe it away he throws his head back and laughs. The chest underneath him is rising and falling rapidly. The shirt gives up without much of fight, revealing a gloriously smooth chest, a sprinkling of hair around the nipples. A blank canvas crying out for some artwork. The silver blade reflects in Dominic's eyes. Eyes that have gone wide in disbelief, head shaking from side to side, denial muffled by the gag. He smiles and nods his head as the blade rests, cold against warm skin.
He grins admiring his handiwork. The words 'cock tease' engraved into flesh. Dominic's face is an intoxicationg mixture of tears and blood. The eyes pleading with him to stop. This fed the furnace, the anger rising again. He pulled his fist back then drove it into the side of Dominic's face. A grunt and the sound of flesh connecting with flesh stirring something in his groin. Time to get down to business.
He kneels beside the prone body using the knife to cut the pants off. Dominics struggling only serving to heighten his arousal. He roughly rolls him onto his stomach. Blood smearing over the white sheets. A well aimed blow to the ribs, muffled groans and he lies still. Billy takes his leaking cock out and strokes himself while telling Dominic what he is going to do to him. Dominic is crying again, how pathetic. I'll teach you to tease me. He is now sitting across the back of Dom's thighs. He reaches forward placing the blade against the side of Dom's neck, a quiet threat. This cock tease was about to learn a lesson. His other hand placed his cock at Dom's entrance. He pushed in hard, biting his lip at the tightness. Dom's screams vibrated through him, body bucking. Dropping the knife he slid his hand around the back of the gag using it to pull Dominic's head back. With every thrust his anger dissipates. When he is finished he kisses him tenderly on the cheek, thanking him for a wonderful time. He leaves Dominic laying there covered in his own blood, semen oozing from his bruised anus, his body shaking in shock. After exiting the front door he goes around back and breaks a window then disappears into the night. His anger therapy completed.
The End.
Author: Kolywoble
Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Billy has a problem with anger.
Warnings: Violence and Rape.
Disclaimer: None of it is true.
Authors Note: Not quite what I wanted it to be. Feel free to chastise me.
Billy was always smiling, that was him, keep everybody happy. They had no idea! He had anger and lots of it just waiting, biding it's time, hiding in the dark, waiting to be provoked. Waiting for its next victim. Each look, each touch, each tease, fuelled the anger furnace. The furnace was reaching critical level, Dominic was about to be incinerated, beyond help.
He entered using the spare key Dominic had given him. The fool trusted him. He waited. As the car pulled into the driveway, he pulled on his ski-mask. As the key turned in the door, he lifted the cosh. As Dominic stepped into the darkness, the cosh came down on his head. He waited.
The moaning sounds coming from the bed signal that his victim was coming round. Time to dampen the flames. He rolled Dom over onto his back, straddling his chest, he relished the confused eyes widening with fear. Ahh, now the desperate struggling begins, now the realization that he is gagged and bound sets in. He loves this part, the panic fresh on their faces, the fear palpable in the air. He is god. He holds their future in his hands.
He grasps the face, squeezing, digging his nails into the soft cheeks, leans forward and spits. While Dominic is desperately shaking his head trying to wipe it away he throws his head back and laughs. The chest underneath him is rising and falling rapidly. The shirt gives up without much of fight, revealing a gloriously smooth chest, a sprinkling of hair around the nipples. A blank canvas crying out for some artwork. The silver blade reflects in Dominic's eyes. Eyes that have gone wide in disbelief, head shaking from side to side, denial muffled by the gag. He smiles and nods his head as the blade rests, cold against warm skin.
He grins admiring his handiwork. The words 'cock tease' engraved into flesh. Dominic's face is an intoxicationg mixture of tears and blood. The eyes pleading with him to stop. This fed the furnace, the anger rising again. He pulled his fist back then drove it into the side of Dominic's face. A grunt and the sound of flesh connecting with flesh stirring something in his groin. Time to get down to business.
He kneels beside the prone body using the knife to cut the pants off. Dominics struggling only serving to heighten his arousal. He roughly rolls him onto his stomach. Blood smearing over the white sheets. A well aimed blow to the ribs, muffled groans and he lies still. Billy takes his leaking cock out and strokes himself while telling Dominic what he is going to do to him. Dominic is crying again, how pathetic. I'll teach you to tease me. He is now sitting across the back of Dom's thighs. He reaches forward placing the blade against the side of Dom's neck, a quiet threat. This cock tease was about to learn a lesson. His other hand placed his cock at Dom's entrance. He pushed in hard, biting his lip at the tightness. Dom's screams vibrated through him, body bucking. Dropping the knife he slid his hand around the back of the gag using it to pull Dominic's head back. With every thrust his anger dissipates. When he is finished he kisses him tenderly on the cheek, thanking him for a wonderful time. He leaves Dominic laying there covered in his own blood, semen oozing from his bruised anus, his body shaking in shock. After exiting the front door he goes around back and breaks a window then disappears into the night. His anger therapy completed.
The End.
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Erm... no, I just won't go there.
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I read the first part because I just couldn't believe this could be the second one in like, 4 days. I didn't finish. This is gross. This isn't fiction, this is sick. And if this is what
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Thanks.
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Next time I will try to write something super sweet and fluffy to make you feel better.
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Yours was the second rape slash I had read in a couple of days. I know that we all write fiction and that none of us really know these men. Its all speculation and conjecture.
But I think, that when we use them as characters, be it RPS or AU, I think we need to keep in mind their basic personality. So I guess it makes not a whit of sense to turn someone like Billy, whom so far everyone remarks about what a wonderful kind and sweet person he is, into a heinous villainous out of control anger beast of a rapist. Whats more, not only is he this horrible violent rapist but Dom is his victim. His best mate, his partner in crime and comedy.
There is just no way I could buy this.
If it makes you feel any better I wouldn't have been able to buy the concept of Billy or Dom or Elijah as raging crossdressing queens either.
I don't want to disuade you from writing fic, but it just annoys the crap out of me when it appears that either people don't do the basic homework and find out whether or not Billys parents are alive, or they make Dom sound like some whiney little 13 year old girl instead of the 27 yr old man he is and lastly, when they attribute a personality to a person that does not ring true. In short, I much prefer and am entertained by fic that reflects more of the real person, even if its just the real person we percieve. If I thought for one moment Dom really behaves like a little girl, or that Elijah was the raging crossdressing queen of the ball, or that Billy was a secret out of control anger freak/rapist, I couldn't admire them as the celebrities/actors they are.
Does any of this make sense?
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Because...wow. I suppose you wanted the bad response. That's sort of what it sounds like. -o;
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You do have issues, don't you? XD
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