[Generation Kill] Fandango 7 / 7
Title: Fandango
Author: body-ko
Fandom: Generation Kill
Characters: Brad Colbert / Person
Ray Rating: R
Party: 7 / 7 (Chapter 1-6 )
Summary: The day of reckoning.
Notes: written for the HMS Maouropia Treasure Hunt
Prompt: "claws of iron in a velvet glove."
"Did you have a lot in this period, Joshua Ray is real. "
An alarm bell rang in the mind of Ray to hear his full name, the hangover instantly disappeared as he watched Brad Colbert looming over him. It did not seem really pissed off, but this did not mean much. Only civilians screaming with anger, weep with sorrow, laugh because they are happy, they kill out of hatred. A Marine is as far from a civilian can be. Thus, the apparent calm of Brad Colbert could mean everything and nothing.
"Ah," said Ray disheartened, "I was just wondering when you'd pulled off the topic. For a moment I had hoped that the joy of being with me you had shortened the memory. "
"The enormous - and unwarranted - optimism on your part."
"Yeah," agreed Ray good, "that you are a sweet kind."
"No, you're not," Brad ruled inflexible, "you are a bastard opportunist, ready to take whatever you want wherever you know you can find it, without anything that does not heal you of your fun."
"Maybe you're right, Bradley" piqued said Ray, "but then, because it follows a bastard never equal what you are mine? From you'll never get anything cheap, "and to emphasize his words, waved under his nose wearing the bracelets on her wrists.
"Yeah, why?" Brad was asked thoughtfully, "in fact, that I have not yet understood."
"Hey, I'll explain myself," Ray offered willingly, "just ask, good Ray-Ray is always willing to share with those less fortunate than her intelligence." Took a deep breath before continuing with a hysterical note in his voice, "the truth, my dear Bradley, is that I ', lifted a little' and the expression on his face became suddenly angry," are a mentally ill. They are psychologically disturbed. A masochist. This is the fucking truth. "
said that they threw down their lips in a tight bend stubborn.
"Why do not you tell me you love me?" Brad said with a half smile on his lips.
"Now I'm not going."
Brad laughed, eerie calm on the beautiful face glabrous.
"Do you think that this madness will last you ... what? A month, six months? ".
"Even less," said Ray dismayed with the expression, "if you do not know me from a move that will run out long before that we can do something."
The smile had not left the face of the sergeant.
"Well, I'd better take advantage of you while I'm still in time, as you rightly suggested."
Brad lifted from him and grabbed him badly, then turned on all fours and pulled down his pants.
"What the hell do you think?" Ray shouted in alarm, forcing up the handcuffs on his wrists and struggled furiously write down in the iron grip of the sergeant, who kept him bedridden, claw firmly by the neck. And here it is tangible and real, the picture drawn from the depths of memory, where a large man by the fervor and divine forces to bend a young adolescent blond curls from her face and terrified, and is binding on his young son with his big knife . A knife that he had already tried many times the innocent blood of lambs, in the hands of the pious butcher who was in the blood of his victims the way to God A cold shiver went through the back of Ray, for the first time saw the shadow that had awakened, and its size above it, and praise him. Bent, unseen, her lips into a smile: finally had arrived in the dark heart of the monster and we had found the images blasphemous and perverse that a debauched hustler had delivered 500 of the Italian all'imperitura adoration of the faithful, masking it behind a sacred subject . At his age, and despite everything he had seen and done some things upset him like when he was younger could not. A shudder shook the limbs, was born in the depths of his soul crumpled to reveal that the capacity of his immortal spirit to create the most vibrant melodies was not lost, but only dormant waiting for the able player able to make it vibrate from its lowest note, to the top of its register.
could not see Brad, but his heart lost more than a few beats as soon as he heard that the sergeant was removing his belt. For a moment, panic took his breath, then began fighting for his life, struggling, yelling and insulting his sergeant, the merciless close Brad was definitely leaving the purple bruises where forced him to obedience. The fight
useless Ray left him breathless and sweaty, still a prisoner. He was furious, Brad could not really think of him a thing, it would never let him. Never.
'It's time for your reward, Joshua Ray, "Brad whispered softly," you're ready, Corporal? ".
"Let me go," Ray shouted in response, "You perverted bastard. I'll make you pay dearly for this, you understand me? Very ... asshole. "
And then the first blow fell upon him. It was painful, a loud pop and then a volley of fire that ran from his seat to radiate throughout her body. Ray groaned, a low, guttural sound escaped from his throat that he could not control themselves, and Brad went on, after belted belt. The sergeant was not saving anything to his corporal, Ray felt the pain that was cruel, agony of fire on the white skin. Tears began to furrow the cheeks of Ray, and he could not stop them, as well as he could not stop pleading moans that escaped from his thin lips.
Ray lost track of time, unable to concentrate on anything else that was not the scourge and fire, pain and love from the open door of his heart invaded everything, every nerve ending, every cell of his body, his whole being was burning only Brad Colbert. After what seemed an eternity, the shots stopped, leaving Ray trembling, his face streaked with tears, his cock hard as a rock. Brad was silent behind him, the only sound that Ray felt it was the frantic beat of his heart and his breathing. Brad stroked his big hands in the wounds he had inflicted, gently brushing the skin glowing. Ray was so close, so close. Brad decided pressed scarlet bruise on his hand while the other seized him between his thighs, and Ray shaking orgasm exploded from the ground up. Waves of pleasure lashed his body, and the pain brought enjoyment to heights never reached before.
"Good boy," Brad whispered to your ear, "my obedient child. Are you ready for me now, is not it? ". Ray felt the bird Brad press against her opening and easily slip inside him.
"You're such a good boy, my Ray," Brad's voice trembled, his self-control was the limit, "will do whatever I want, I will accept anything from me, because you're mine. Not so, baby? ".
"Yes," Ray said in a voice that did not recognize her as Brad and sank within him, giving up all control, and any hesitation, fiercely, desperately, finally accepted fully, finally home.
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