Smut/Kink – Power Dynamics (Für's Team)
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120_minutenTitel: In the Garden
Team: Machine
Challenge: Smut/Kink – Power Dynamics (Für's Team)
Fandom: Breaking Bad (sort of, if you squint)
Charactere: Gaff, Derek (OC)
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 850
Kommentar: Das hat mehr als nur dubcon-Untertöne also… read at your own risk? Oh, and also violence.
Derek likes to play with his food.
In the Garden
He leads the other enforcer out into the garden. Their bosses need to talk in private, so they might as well get some fresh air. The summer sun is burning down from above, but the lawn is well-watered and there are rose bushes growing near the wall. The metal door falls shut behind them with a heavy clang.
The other man doesn’t seem to appreciate neither the garden nor the company. His shoulders are tense, and his eyes sweep his surroundings very carefully. Derek understands. He would also feel uncomfortable if he was in his rival’s territory and he had to check his weapon at the door (although he doesn’t fool himself that the other doesn’t have at least one knife hidden on his person). He doesn’t take it personally.
Depending on how the talk inside goes, comfort will be the last thing the other man has to worry about. It’s more than a slight possibility that Derek will have to blow his brains out all over the neatly manicured lawn before the hour is up. That will be a bitch to clean up.
He’s watching him like he knows it, too.
Which is a pity, because he is a handsome man. Derek can appreciate beauty when he sees it, be it rose bushes or people. Dark eyes, dark hair, a well-groomed beard – and the rest of him isn’t too bad either. He sweeps his gaze over his body in open appreciation, and can tell exactly when the other notices because he shifts his stance and raises his chin defiantly.
That’s the thing about hit men. Threaten them with violence, it’s just another Tuesday. Death is part of the deal from the start. Even permanent disfiguration is taken like a champ by most of them. But this – this is what makes men like them uncomfortable. This is what puts the fear of God in them.
And Derek likes to play with his food.
“Look at you”, he purrs and takes a step closer. “What a pretty boy you are. I think I’m gonna have some fun with you.”
The other man looks down his nose at him (which is a feat considering he’s half a head smaller than Derek), but doesn’t say anything.
Derek steps even closer, carefully attuned to every twitch of muscle of the man opposite in case he decides to take his chances with him. There’s a wall behind him, so he can’t back away much. He still doesn’t look afraid.
Instead, he tips his head into his neck and looks at him intently. “What do you want?”
“What do you think I want?”, Derek mumbles. They’re so close now that they could kiss if Derek leaned forward.
“I think you need to learn to use your words, big boy.”
Derek is stunned silent for a moment, because the object of his attention has just given him an easy grin, like they’re just flirting at some kind of bar, like Derek doesn’t have a bullet with his name on it.
“Or are you getting scared of your own courage?”, the other continues. He runs his eyes over him slowly, and now it’s Derek who’s feeling like he just got put under a microscope.
He huffs out through his nose to regain his footing. “So what, Don Eladio’s top enforcer is a faggot?”
The other shrugs. “I’m not picky.” He sweeps his tongue over his lips in a slow motion and Derek can’t help but stare. “Are you, or are you just trying to yank my chain?”
Damn this little Mexican bastard. “I think you need to go down on your knees and suck my cock.”
“I don’t go on my knees for people I just met.”
“My gun says otherwise.”
“So shoot me.”
They stare at each other, their noses almost touching.
Then Gaff (because that’s his name, although Derek doubts it’s his real one), closes the last of the distance and presses their mouths together.
They’re on top of each other immediately. Derek tries to take charge right away, but Gaff threads one hand into his hair and pulls him backwards when he gets too rough. “Patience is a virtue, white boy”, he pants, dark eyes gleaming.
Derek has never wanted someone so badly his entire life.
He’s shoving the jacket off the other man’s shoulders and running his hands over his muscled chest underneath his shirt, delighted when the other leans into his touch. He can feel the other’s fingers pressing against his back and digging into his hips. And then they’re kissing again, more a battle than anything else, tongues pressing against each other and pushing into each other’s mouths until they finally need to break away to breathe.
And suddenly there’s a blade pressed against his throat.
He didn’t see the movement, hadn’t even noticed one of Gaff’s hands pulling away. Just a second of inattention while his mind had been hazy with lust.
“Maldito idiota”, is the last thing he hears before the cold metal bites into his skin.
Team: Machine
Challenge: Smut/Kink – Power Dynamics (Für's Team)
Fandom: Breaking Bad (sort of, if you squint)
Charactere: Gaff, Derek (OC)
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 850
Kommentar: Das hat mehr als nur dubcon-Untertöne also… read at your own risk? Oh, and also violence.
Derek likes to play with his food.
In the Garden
He leads the other enforcer out into the garden. Their bosses need to talk in private, so they might as well get some fresh air. The summer sun is burning down from above, but the lawn is well-watered and there are rose bushes growing near the wall. The metal door falls shut behind them with a heavy clang.
The other man doesn’t seem to appreciate neither the garden nor the company. His shoulders are tense, and his eyes sweep his surroundings very carefully. Derek understands. He would also feel uncomfortable if he was in his rival’s territory and he had to check his weapon at the door (although he doesn’t fool himself that the other doesn’t have at least one knife hidden on his person). He doesn’t take it personally.
Depending on how the talk inside goes, comfort will be the last thing the other man has to worry about. It’s more than a slight possibility that Derek will have to blow his brains out all over the neatly manicured lawn before the hour is up. That will be a bitch to clean up.
He’s watching him like he knows it, too.
Which is a pity, because he is a handsome man. Derek can appreciate beauty when he sees it, be it rose bushes or people. Dark eyes, dark hair, a well-groomed beard – and the rest of him isn’t too bad either. He sweeps his gaze over his body in open appreciation, and can tell exactly when the other notices because he shifts his stance and raises his chin defiantly.
That’s the thing about hit men. Threaten them with violence, it’s just another Tuesday. Death is part of the deal from the start. Even permanent disfiguration is taken like a champ by most of them. But this – this is what makes men like them uncomfortable. This is what puts the fear of God in them.
And Derek likes to play with his food.
“Look at you”, he purrs and takes a step closer. “What a pretty boy you are. I think I’m gonna have some fun with you.”
The other man looks down his nose at him (which is a feat considering he’s half a head smaller than Derek), but doesn’t say anything.
Derek steps even closer, carefully attuned to every twitch of muscle of the man opposite in case he decides to take his chances with him. There’s a wall behind him, so he can’t back away much. He still doesn’t look afraid.
Instead, he tips his head into his neck and looks at him intently. “What do you want?”
“What do you think I want?”, Derek mumbles. They’re so close now that they could kiss if Derek leaned forward.
“I think you need to learn to use your words, big boy.”
Derek is stunned silent for a moment, because the object of his attention has just given him an easy grin, like they’re just flirting at some kind of bar, like Derek doesn’t have a bullet with his name on it.
“Or are you getting scared of your own courage?”, the other continues. He runs his eyes over him slowly, and now it’s Derek who’s feeling like he just got put under a microscope.
He huffs out through his nose to regain his footing. “So what, Don Eladio’s top enforcer is a faggot?”
The other shrugs. “I’m not picky.” He sweeps his tongue over his lips in a slow motion and Derek can’t help but stare. “Are you, or are you just trying to yank my chain?”
Damn this little Mexican bastard. “I think you need to go down on your knees and suck my cock.”
“I don’t go on my knees for people I just met.”
“My gun says otherwise.”
“So shoot me.”
They stare at each other, their noses almost touching.
Then Gaff (because that’s his name, although Derek doubts it’s his real one), closes the last of the distance and presses their mouths together.
They’re on top of each other immediately. Derek tries to take charge right away, but Gaff threads one hand into his hair and pulls him backwards when he gets too rough. “Patience is a virtue, white boy”, he pants, dark eyes gleaming.
Derek has never wanted someone so badly his entire life.
He’s shoving the jacket off the other man’s shoulders and running his hands over his muscled chest underneath his shirt, delighted when the other leans into his touch. He can feel the other’s fingers pressing against his back and digging into his hips. And then they’re kissing again, more a battle than anything else, tongues pressing against each other and pushing into each other’s mouths until they finally need to break away to breathe.
And suddenly there’s a blade pressed against his throat.
He didn’t see the movement, hadn’t even noticed one of Gaff’s hands pulling away. Just a second of inattention while his mind had been hazy with lust.
“Maldito idiota”, is the last thing he hears before the cold metal bites into his skin.
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Date: 2023-10-03 09:27 pm (UTC)Das ist vermutlich das intelligenteste was ich dazu sagen kann, aber... yay. Das funktioniert richtig gut.
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Date: 2023-10-04 07:08 pm (UTC)Und in meinem Kopf ist Gaff auch into it, aber er denkt trotzdem mit dem Hirn XD