[O] Beach Party

"Oh, it is."

When Doc's shirt was yanked up, Demir dropped his head to bite into a nipple so hard that blood bubbled up around his teeth.

"We're going to keep going until just looking at your asshole is going to make it cringe in pain," he chuckled deeply as he hoisted Doc up just enough for him to be able to press the head of his arousal against his entrance.

"You're going to fucking ache everywhere," he promised as he thrust up into the Witch.

Deacon's chest pressed up into Demir's mouth as it was bitten, a moan sounding as the skin was broken, the Shifter had him feeling hot, he was worked up, he hadn't been this aroused in years and right now, being bloodied and fucked raw sounded like bliss.

His head fell back in a groan as he was thrust into, he had been waiting for that for so long, his body clenched around the intrusion welcomingly, his body wanted this.

"You're not getting out of this unscathed."

He promised, his nails racking down the man's back, tearing through his shirt and leaving tracks down his back.

"I wouldn't want to," Demir replied between clenched teeth as nails tore through his back.

His hips rocked up into Doc with a vengeance as his mouth claimed Doc's once again.

His kiss was as brutal and demanding as his pace was; bruising Doc's lips, cutting into his lips and tongue.

Blood dribbled down their chins.

He didn't like people ingesting his blood, it would be overwhelming, but tonight was an exception, he was sick of holding back.

When his tongue was cut he thrust it into Demir's mouth, stroking his tongue against the Shifter's, giving him a small taste through the bruising kiss.

His eyes slid shut as the kiss muffled cry, Demir wasn't holding back either, he could feel the man inside him, buried deep, even his insides were going to end up bruised.

This wasn't the first time he had tasted Doc's blood, but the full flavour and magical taste wasn't something that dulled with numerous tastes.

It only pushed Demir further into his desperate need for the man.

The way the door shook and banged with each thrust would have been worrying if Demir wasn't so occupied with the taste of Doc's throat, and painting his skin red with the mix of their bloods.

Doc grunted with each thrust, his body was being pounded against the door, but his lust went deeper than his sense.

His body was barely able to move from his pinned position but that didn't stop him.

His nails ripped and claws at the man, racking through his hair, tearing down his back and shoulders, always pulling him closer or gripping onto him.

Doc's hips moved as best they could, grinding his arousal up against Demir's stomach, slick with pre-come from their earlier antics, it smeared readily over the Shifter's stomach.

"Come on, whore, come for me."

His hips rocked harder as one hand moved from Doc's bruised thigh to curl around his erection, pumping it at the same brutal pace as his hips.

He was going to fuck Doc until his body couldn't offer anything else. How many times could he get him to come before he finally gave up?

As soon as Demir's hand began to pump him his mouth fell open in a silent moan, his lips and mouth were coated with blood which dripped down his chin and neck.

His body shuddered violently and after a few more brutal pumps he surrendered to Demir's will, his body offering up a generous load, causing the witch to cry out, his body clenching and throbbing as he finally came.

After so much build up, finally getting there was amazing, but that didn't mean he was sated, far from it.

His pace didn't falter or slow until he himself was on the verge of coming.

He didn't want to come just yet, though. No, he had plans that banked on him working hiself up over and over before he finally came to his release.

Demir stayed buried deep in Doc as he pulled the Witch away from the door and carried him to the bedroom.

That was where the fun began. Wrist cuffs was the first thing that Demir found in Doc's supplies and they were the first things he attached to the Witch, trussing him up to the headboard of his bed and keeping him in place.

A leash was his next toy of choice; using it as a whip, lashing it against Doc's body until he was sqirming and bleeding from deep red lash marks.

Demir moved form toy to toy, teasing, torturing and forcing Doc to come over and over until the man was openly weeping; a heady mixture of frustration, pleasure and pain.

It wasn't until the sun began to bleed through the bedroom window that Demir finally gave up, letting go of the dildo he'd been fucking Doc with for the past twenty minutes (leaving it inside the still bound man) and moving to lay his exhausted body besides Doc's.

"Satisfied?" he grunted in a weak, hoarse voice. He'd growled and barked so many orders and slurs in the past few hours that he'd run his voice raw. Doc's voice, he knew, was in worse condition.

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The next afternoon, Demir awoke feeling tired but satisfied. He shifted then grimaced as the come (a mixture of his own and Doc's) that had dried on his stomach pulled at the little hairs. That felt gross.

He sat up and glanced back at Doc's battered adn bruised body with a satisfied grin before getting up and wandering towards the bathroom.

While Demir settled himself into a hot bath, Ian let himself into the apartment, whistling a cheery tune.

Ian was used to Doc's terrible schedules, so his first stop was the kitchen. He made himself and Doc a cup of coffee each before wandering towards the bedroom.

Both mugs shattered as the hit the floor.

The noisy club down stairs came as a blessing, Deacon screamed and cried out through the night.

His body had been worked beyond the point of exhaustion but he had continued until he couldn't take any more.

When Demir had finally had enough he practically passed out before the man had finished talking to him.

Once the adrenaline of sex wore down the pain really set in.

Front his bound position he had a tough time sleeping, but it stopped his body from moving too much, which was probably beneficial given his current state.

At one point in the night he had heard a crack as Demir was doing him from behind, he had screamed out as pain throbbed through his lower back.

The witch endured more than a few broken bones and open wounds.

He had self-destructive tendencies, he never did know when to call it quits, though his partner's normally had more self restraint then he did. Not tonight.

He did manage to sleep for a fair few hours, his body unwilling to wake up and endure the aftermath.

The sound of smashing ceramics roused him slightly, though he still wanted more sleep, grounding hoarsely as his body shifted a small amount in his bindings, that was painful.

"The fuck, Dea?" Ian groaned.

This wasn't the first time he'd found Deacon in situations like this. He was certain it wouldn't be the last, either.

The Shifter stepped carefully over the broken mugs and reached over to carefully unclip the wrist restraints. "You're a mess, Dea."

Whoever he had been with had really fucked him up.

His fingers were numb and tingling from being bound all night so as they were unclipped he drew them into his body, the movement caused a significant amount of pain, which caused him to gasp.

The expanding of his lungs was even more so as they pressed up against one of his broken ribs.

His mouth fell open in a struggled cry as his hands clutched his chest, he tried to take shallow breaths, but they came out faster.

Everything was aching, his mind was fuzzy and he was freaking out a little in the haze of not knowing what was going on.

"Dea. Deacon!"

Ian leaned over the man further, reaching out to cup his cheek gently.

"C'mon, man, open your eyes."

As always he was a little worried about Deacon's situation. He hated seeing his friend hurt so badly.

Deacon had been taking orders all night, it was second nature to follow them now and when Ian told him to open his eyes he did.

The usual bright blue was bloodshot was watering, on the verge of spilling tears.

He hadn't ached this badly in so long that he had forgotten what it felt like.

His brows furrowed as he looked up at Ian but winced as he tried to move again.

His lower back was burning, laying on his back was hell.

"S-side."

He croaked.

Ian carefully shifted Doc onto his side.

"Come on, heal yourself up at least a little bit." He stroked Doc's hip gently, eye flickering over his body to try and clock the ajority of his wounds.

"You really outdid yourself this time, didn't you?"

Deacon choked back a whimper as he was moved, his eyes sliding shut as a few stray tears fell.

He wasn't a huge pain-slut, pain without pleasure was well...just pain. At the moment he couldn't bring himself to enjoy the aching he was feeling just yet.

He tried to do what Ian told him too, he focused on healing himself and muttered a few hoarse words.

The runes on his arms began to glow faintly but it didn't help too much, a few open cuts slowly sealed but his body was too exhausted for magic, he didn't have to energy to do it.

Ian sighed softly and reached out to wipe away Doc's tears.

"Why do you do this to yourself?" He hated seeing Doc in so much pain. He always wondered why Doc thought that submitting himself to such pain was a good idea.

He stroked Doc's hair out of his face genty.

He knew Ian wouldn't understand what drove him to this. Ian had always been a generous lover, he hadn't been left wanting more with Ian. Things were different now though, his desires shifted.

Desperation bred destruction.

A small smile graced his lips as hair was stroked away gently as his eyes opened and he looked up at him.

"Pills."

He murmured softly, wincing as his chest expanding against his ribs.

He had always kept the good stuff in his bedside tables, strong pain killers for times like these as well as relaxants for when he struggled to sleep.

"Drug up then go back to sleep," he ordered as he pulled open the drawer of the bedside table. Hopefully Doc could sleep some of the pain and healing off.

He rolled his eyes as he dug through condom packets and half dead batteries he'd used on his toys. Doc never changed.

He popped the painkillers and pressed them to Doc's lower lip.

That was what he planned to do, if he could get a few more hours rest maybe he could heal himself up a little more to the point where it was bearable.

When the pills pressed to his lips he parted them, drawing them in and slowly chewing until they were ground up enough to swallow.

Deacon's body relaxed a little against the bed. These were painkillers he cooked up himself and they worked fast, in a matter of minutes his eyes were going glassy as his lids got heavy and hard to keep open.

Ian watched his friend chew up the painkillers then lay back and begin to relax.

He ran his hand through his hair and groaned softly.

"Suppose I won't be asking you to help me with Lily," he murmured under his breath.

The man didn't know what to do with himself.

"Lay with me?"

He muttered in a near whisper, when they were together Ian would always lay down with him when he got himself hurt.

The painkillers made him a little out of it, he had slipped back to how things use to be before they broke up.

Pain made him seek our tenderness.

"Yeah," he murmured softly, pushing himself over to lay besides Doc.

"You need to stop worrying me," he sighed softly, reaching up to run his fingers through Doc's hair. "Stop hurting yourself like this."

He didn't want to have to worry about coming here to find Doc's beaten body laying around.

Deacon's eyes slid closed as he felt Ian's body weight on the bed and his hand in his hair.

A small smile on his lips as the man spoke.

"But he wanted me..."

His words came out hoarse and a little slurred as the pain medication really kicked in, causing his mind to go fuzzy.

"and I was lonely."

"Being lonely doesnt mean you have to hurt yourself."

Ian sighed deeply and hugged Doc gently.

"Don't hurt yourself any more." He didn't think he could suffer seeing Doc hurt. He truly hated the sight of Doc n any sort of pain.

"Please," he murmured softly.