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Bandom Double-Drabble: lest it come true
This one is for
pushkin666. The pairing and warnings pretty much cover her prompts, so haven't included them specifically in the header info. Hope this is to your liking, babe...
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lest it come true – Bandom – Bob/Patrick – R – warnings: dark-fic, non-con
When Bob regains consciousness, he’s tied to the kitchen chair. Naked. There’s bitter chemical taste in his mouth and for three blessed seconds he has no idea what’s going on.
Then he sees Patrick, crouched in the corner, flipping a switch-blade between his strong fingers.
Bob wants to believe this is a prank, but knows with painful certainty that it’s not. Cold sweat springs over him in a nauseating rush. He swallows, the rope around his neck tightening with the movement.
“Wha— Patrick, what?” The words come out thick and slurred.
“I don’t like it when people think I’m weak.” Patrick gets up, voice mocking: “‘Patrick’s young, Patrick’s innocent. Poor ickle Patrick, he won’t understand.’”
Patrick crosses over and straddles his lap, jeans scraping over Bob’s unprotected groin.
And god help him, Bob’s getting hard. His body can’t tell the difference between Patrick, his friend – the one who sleeps on Bob’s couch, eats his cereal, and who Bob has wanted for-fucking-ever – and this stranger with Patrick’s face and a knife pressed against Bob’s.
Patrick leans closer, whispering: “But I do understand.” His hand wraps around Bob’s cock, wringing a helpless whimper out of him. “I know just what you need.”
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lest it come true – Bandom – Bob/Patrick – R – warnings: dark-fic, non-con
When Bob regains consciousness, he’s tied to the kitchen chair. Naked. There’s bitter chemical taste in his mouth and for three blessed seconds he has no idea what’s going on.
Then he sees Patrick, crouched in the corner, flipping a switch-blade between his strong fingers.
Bob wants to believe this is a prank, but knows with painful certainty that it’s not. Cold sweat springs over him in a nauseating rush. He swallows, the rope around his neck tightening with the movement.
“Wha— Patrick, what?” The words come out thick and slurred.
“I don’t like it when people think I’m weak.” Patrick gets up, voice mocking: “‘Patrick’s young, Patrick’s innocent. Poor ickle Patrick, he won’t understand.’”
Patrick crosses over and straddles his lap, jeans scraping over Bob’s unprotected groin.
And god help him, Bob’s getting hard. His body can’t tell the difference between Patrick, his friend – the one who sleeps on Bob’s couch, eats his cereal, and who Bob has wanted for-fucking-ever – and this stranger with Patrick’s face and a knife pressed against Bob’s.
Patrick leans closer, whispering: “But I do understand.” His hand wraps around Bob’s cock, wringing a helpless whimper out of him. “I know just what you need.”
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Then when I started to read it the reaction was - Guh.
I really love dark Patrick and the fact that Bob wants Patrick makes it worse.
And Patrick getting pissed because people think he's weak - *shivers*.
Then he sees Patrick, crouched in the corner, flipping a switch-blade between his strong fingers. The scary thing is I can see this in my mind.
And the last line...
So happy sigh and did I mention that I really really love this. Thank you.
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And 'guh' reaction is entirely gratifying. I'm really pleased you liked this, enough to gush and quote... *shuffles feet*
And Patrick getting pissed because people think he's weak - well, like I hinted, Bob isn't the first one to make that mistake...
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Heh. And I totally nwo want to read where Patrick showed Pete that it wasn't a good idea to think he's weak.
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Well, we'll see if the inspiration strikes... Maybe you can convince me about this in Scarborough... :D
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Um.
More plz?
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More, you say? Hmmm... maybe... But have about umpteen other drabbles to write first. :D Really pleased by your reaction though!
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I suppose I ought to know how my friends' minds work?? - ahahaha, at your own risk?
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