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basic training, broken and mended hearts, to the day he becomes Motocross, elite Scorpio sniper.
Warning: Depression, Consensual Non-consent, Breathplay
Trigger warning: Rape/Domestic Violence
Alex tucked his shoulder and rammed his entire body into Lance's levy of muscle. Lance grunted. He slapped Alex away into the wall and crushed him there. Alex jerked his head back. He caught Lance's chin in a glance. Lance twisted a fist full of Alex's hair and pulled his head back. They bared teeth at each other.
Lance's voice rumbled through him, "What do you want?"
"I don't know." Alex hissed. He struggled against Lance and the wall, a driving need to fight against him building in Alex's shoulders like heat. He pushed, slid, got loose. That was wrong. He froze only a step away. Lance pinned him again and that felt much better. Alex's breath shuddered out of his lungs, "Hold me down." Lance's grip tightened a fraction. He stared down, face blank of emotion while Alex figured himself out.
Alex rested his hands on Lance's chest, his back pressed against the wall, feet nearly off the ground. He exploded forward and broke the hold. Lance body checked him in the hallway. The force threw Alex to their bedroom doorway, thankfully open. Lance squeezed the air out of Alex's lungs, a dark constrictor kneeling on Alex's chest.
He reached up and pulled Lance forward, easing his weight and sliding against carpet. "Don't let me run." He said through gritted teeth. "I don't want to win, I just want to fight."
They scrambled on the carpet. Alex twisted. Lance countered. He pinned Alex belly down and kneed his legs wider than comfortable. Alex felt the rod of Lance's cock against his ass. His whole body shuddered. He knew what he wanted. Lance pressed his hips down, grinding. Alex clawed at the carpet. Lance's head turned against Alex's ear. His breath was hot. "Will you be good so I can get the lube?"
"No." Alex pulled himself forward abruptly. Lance flipped him bodily onto his back and straddled his chest. His air went out in a whoosh.
Lance's expression creased hard. He slapped the belt out of his jeans and unzipped the fly. Alex struggled below him. He twisted and pushed, tried to thrust himself up with a foot on the door jam. Lance grabbed Alex's nose in a vice between two fingers and pointed his hard cock at Alex's lips. "Open up." Alex couldn't hold his breath for very long and the second he gasped for air, Lance filled his mouth. "Lick it and you breathe, stop and you don't."
For a stunned moment Alex just lay there. Since he did nothing, Lance held his nose closed. Alex felt his chest suck. He licked. Lance didn't let go of his face. Instead he began with shallow thrusts, just far enough out to gasp a breath or force one out. Every lurch Lance drove his cock deeper. Alex couldn't fight and suck at the same time. His hands fell to Lance's thighs while he focused on timing his breaths.
Then Lance stood and Alex scrambled away. He only gained two feet when Lance struck the back of his knees. He caught the bed on the way down. Lance was not gentle pealing Alex's pants off. There was no purchase on the side of the bed. The covers and sheets rippled under Alex's desperate hands. Lance held on by the curve in Alex's hips, his grip strong enough to leave bruises. His thumbs parted Alex's ass.
Alex screamed as Lance breached him, pain from the moment but also the tears, arousal, fear, and apathy of his last two weeks all in a single note of anguish. Lance pressed him down on the bed. He couldn't move. He had no control at all. Alex shook and the will to fight left him. He collapsed.
Lance didn't move. He lay there, pressing Alex into the sheets and half off the mattress forever. Alex realized Lance was petting his hair. Slow strokes across the crown of his head. Lance's hand moved lower, massaging Alex's neck, skipping down ribs. Both hands kneaded Alex's ass and hips with quiet insistence. One slid against the mattress to encourage Alex's confused arousal. Lance whispered against his shoulder. His hands soothed where moments ago they had dominated. Alex felt himself relax into the touch.
Only then did Lance slide himself out and back. A smooth glide again. He let out a hot breath when he came and hugged Alex close. Lance leaned back on his knees and dragged Alex with him, still impaled. Alex lay against Lance's chest and relished breathing. He felt Lance's broad hand on his cock and his climax rose up from the depths. Alex gripped Lance's arm around his chest and cried out softly. He was wrung.
Lance tucked them both into bed, hugging close, stroking skin. Alex felt exhausted and finally level within his own head. He whispered against Lance's chest, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." His hearing pulsed with the beat of his heart.
Lance rubbed his back. "Intense." He grumbled in reply. "I don't think... I could do that with anyone else."
Alex pressed his lips to Lance's chest. It was so rare for him to express his thoughts, Alex didn't want to screw it up by talking.
"Maybe..." Lance brought his hand to Alex's cheek and tilted his head up. Lance's eyes were wide and all pupil. "I don't want to do it with anyone else." His broad fingers worried the edge of Alex's ear.
Alex let his fingers thread with Lance's. "Me neither."
A brilliant smile. Lance's brow smoothed and the angry slant of his eyes eased. Alex felt him shake. Excitement. Maybe relief. He burrowed close against Lance's chest and though it took a long time for him to fall asleep, Lance never let him go.
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