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jackofknaves) wrote2011-11-30 06:32 pm
jackofknaves) wrote2011-11-30 06:32 pm
Trust Me
Title: Trust Me
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tripatch
Rating: R
Pairing: Nick/Monroe
Summary: For the kinkmeme prompt, "Monroe's wolf slips its leash while he and Nick are together, and he starts getting too rough with Nick. Can be purely sexual, or maybe the lines between lover and prey start blurring a little. Nick keeps it together and tries to talk Monroe down."
Warning: Attempted non-con.
“Monroe,” Nick moaned, throwing his head back and letting the man gnaw on his neck with bites increasing in intensity. He tossed his head from side to side and tried to move the hands wrapped around his wrists, pinning him to the mattress. Monroe growled from somewhere deep in his throat, sending a shiver up Nick’s spine. “Monroe…”
“Mine,” Monroe said, biting into Nick’s shoulder just a shade too hard. Nick winced and flinched away. Monroe followed him with his teeth.
“Monroe, quit it,” Nick said with a grimace. He leaned back into the pillow and trying to catch Monroe’s eyes. They were flickering red and Nick felt the first twinge of uncertainty move inside his chest.
“Mine,” Monroe growled again. There was something off in his tone, some hue of possessiveness and violence that Nick had never heard before. He tried to catch Monroe’s eyes again, strained at the wrists and found that he was trapped. The twinge of uncertainty nudged into the beginnings of panic.
“Monroe,” he said calmly. “Let me up.”
Monroe’s grip tightened, bruisingly hard around Nick’s wrists, and he was nudging Nick’s knees up despite Nick’s attempts to lock them in place. A flare of red desperation bloomed up in Nick's chest and strangled his voice as he strained against the body pinning him to the mattress.
Pushing all other thoughts aside, he fought to keep his voice steady and calm. "Monroe, stop. I said stop."
The man bared his teeth at him, shoved his knee up and knelt between Nick’s spread open thighs.
Nick bucked upward, attempting to dislodge him, but was at a disadvantage in the vulnerable pose. Monroe growled at him, low and vicious and completely unlike the playful ones Nick had heard before. He felt the barest glance of fangs against his jugular and immediately stilled. The wolf let out a mollified snort of sound. Nick stopped fighting and tried to concentrate on reaching him—before Monroe did something both of them would regret.
“Monroe, stop. You’re hurting me,” he said, letting a little bit of that pain and panic leak into his voice. Monroe paused and sniffed the air, like he could smell the difference in Nick’s sweat, turned sharp and bitter with fear. “Please.”
With a shake of his head, the red in Monroe’s eyes receded and he peered down at Nick as if confused. Immediately he backed up, releasing Nick’s wrists. Nick rubbed at them, sitting up and watching Monroe warily.
“God, Nick, I am so sorry,” Monroe said, his voice thoroughly drenched in misery. “I didn’t even—you just smelled so good… I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Nick forced a smile. He wasn’t sure if he was up for more. “Just--just give me a minute."
He disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind him; his hand hovered at the lock. The water from the taps ran cool and he gratefully splashed some on his face, ignoring the way his hands trembled and the sound of his breathing, slightly faster than usual, echoing in the porcelain room. He shut off the water and leaned heavily on the counter, staring at his face reflected in the mirror. From the other side of the door, he heard footsteps--walking toward him, then stopping, then retreating. There was a squeak of the bed frame.
Taking another deep breath, he opened the door and found Monroe sitting miserably on the faded floral comforter, head buried in his hands. He looked up immediately when Nick took a cautious step forward. They stared at each other in silence, until the room was filling up with everything that wasn't being said and they were in danger of drowning from it.
Nick cleared his throat. "Movie?"
Monroe nodded without saying anything.
Nick settled in on the couch and was unsurprised when Monroe sat on the opposite end, arranging his body in a stiff pose that was clearly unnatural. Halfway through, Nick leaned over and draped himself against Monroe’s side, sighing contentedly when Monroe hesitantly wrapped his arm around him. Nick even managed to repress the sudden urge to tense when it settled over his shoulders.
“Monroe,” he said quietly when it was clear the other man wasn’t relaxing. “Look at me.”
Monroe avoided his eyes, but Nick kept at him until he met them.
“I trust you,” Nick said softly. “No matter what, I trust you.”
“I nearly—"
“You didn’t, though,” Nick insisted stubbornly, not naive or stupid enough to not know that he was talking to himself as much as Monroe. “I talked to you and you listened to me. Okay?”
“Right,” Monroe said. It didn’t sound convincing, and Nick was sure the next few weeks were going to be filled with attempts to make it up to him.
The truth, one that he would never, ever tell Monroe, was that he did trust him.
He just didn’t always trust the wolf inside.
Author:
tripatchRating: R
Pairing: Nick/Monroe
Summary: For the kinkmeme prompt, "Monroe's wolf slips its leash while he and Nick are together, and he starts getting too rough with Nick. Can be purely sexual, or maybe the lines between lover and prey start blurring a little. Nick keeps it together and tries to talk Monroe down."
Warning: Attempted non-con.
“Monroe,” Nick moaned, throwing his head back and letting the man gnaw on his neck with bites increasing in intensity. He tossed his head from side to side and tried to move the hands wrapped around his wrists, pinning him to the mattress. Monroe growled from somewhere deep in his throat, sending a shiver up Nick’s spine. “Monroe…”
“Mine,” Monroe said, biting into Nick’s shoulder just a shade too hard. Nick winced and flinched away. Monroe followed him with his teeth.
“Monroe, quit it,” Nick said with a grimace. He leaned back into the pillow and trying to catch Monroe’s eyes. They were flickering red and Nick felt the first twinge of uncertainty move inside his chest.
“Mine,” Monroe growled again. There was something off in his tone, some hue of possessiveness and violence that Nick had never heard before. He tried to catch Monroe’s eyes again, strained at the wrists and found that he was trapped. The twinge of uncertainty nudged into the beginnings of panic.
“Monroe,” he said calmly. “Let me up.”
Monroe’s grip tightened, bruisingly hard around Nick’s wrists, and he was nudging Nick’s knees up despite Nick’s attempts to lock them in place. A flare of red desperation bloomed up in Nick's chest and strangled his voice as he strained against the body pinning him to the mattress.
Pushing all other thoughts aside, he fought to keep his voice steady and calm. "Monroe, stop. I said stop."
The man bared his teeth at him, shoved his knee up and knelt between Nick’s spread open thighs.
Nick bucked upward, attempting to dislodge him, but was at a disadvantage in the vulnerable pose. Monroe growled at him, low and vicious and completely unlike the playful ones Nick had heard before. He felt the barest glance of fangs against his jugular and immediately stilled. The wolf let out a mollified snort of sound. Nick stopped fighting and tried to concentrate on reaching him—before Monroe did something both of them would regret.
“Monroe, stop. You’re hurting me,” he said, letting a little bit of that pain and panic leak into his voice. Monroe paused and sniffed the air, like he could smell the difference in Nick’s sweat, turned sharp and bitter with fear. “Please.”
With a shake of his head, the red in Monroe’s eyes receded and he peered down at Nick as if confused. Immediately he backed up, releasing Nick’s wrists. Nick rubbed at them, sitting up and watching Monroe warily.
“God, Nick, I am so sorry,” Monroe said, his voice thoroughly drenched in misery. “I didn’t even—you just smelled so good… I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Nick forced a smile. He wasn’t sure if he was up for more. “Just--just give me a minute."
He disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind him; his hand hovered at the lock. The water from the taps ran cool and he gratefully splashed some on his face, ignoring the way his hands trembled and the sound of his breathing, slightly faster than usual, echoing in the porcelain room. He shut off the water and leaned heavily on the counter, staring at his face reflected in the mirror. From the other side of the door, he heard footsteps--walking toward him, then stopping, then retreating. There was a squeak of the bed frame.
Taking another deep breath, he opened the door and found Monroe sitting miserably on the faded floral comforter, head buried in his hands. He looked up immediately when Nick took a cautious step forward. They stared at each other in silence, until the room was filling up with everything that wasn't being said and they were in danger of drowning from it.
Nick cleared his throat. "Movie?"
Monroe nodded without saying anything.
Nick settled in on the couch and was unsurprised when Monroe sat on the opposite end, arranging his body in a stiff pose that was clearly unnatural. Halfway through, Nick leaned over and draped himself against Monroe’s side, sighing contentedly when Monroe hesitantly wrapped his arm around him. Nick even managed to repress the sudden urge to tense when it settled over his shoulders.
“Monroe,” he said quietly when it was clear the other man wasn’t relaxing. “Look at me.”
Monroe avoided his eyes, but Nick kept at him until he met them.
“I trust you,” Nick said softly. “No matter what, I trust you.”
“I nearly—"
“You didn’t, though,” Nick insisted stubbornly, not naive or stupid enough to not know that he was talking to himself as much as Monroe. “I talked to you and you listened to me. Okay?”
“Right,” Monroe said. It didn’t sound convincing, and Nick was sure the next few weeks were going to be filled with attempts to make it up to him.
The truth, one that he would never, ever tell Monroe, was that he did trust him.
He just didn’t always trust the wolf inside.