Control Freak

Posted: December 2002
Author: Alex
Type: RPS
Characters: Marton/ ? (read and see)
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Mayetra
Disclaimer: I dont know these people and this is allll fiction.
Summary/Notes: This story came about when May decided to do Yorgi's Bitch in a second person POV (you) and i decided i wanted to see if i could do it too, except i wanted to write slash. i can only do so much het, then my head falls off! so the you in the story is, uh, well a guy. The premise is what happens when two doms meet and are attracted to each other. i LOVED writing this. hope you enjoy reading it.

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Head like a hole.
black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
~NIN~

You ride up to his house, sliding to a stop and raising a huge dust cloud. You only do it because you want to aggravate him. You enjoy him when he gets angry. You stop not two meters from where he stands.

Marton Csokas. Sin in raggedy blue jeans. He's your favorite flavor of sin.

You smile and hop off the bike, kicking the stand, and walk up to Marton. You act surprised when he grabs you and kisses you so hard it hurts your mouth. Your blood rushes to your cock, so quickly that you almost get dizzy.

Never to be outdone, you shove him back from you and say, "What the fuck?"

He smiles at you, golden and feral, reminding you of the big cats you've seen in the zoo. Does he consider you prey, you ask yourself. The answer is yes. You don't care. If he plans to make you his dinner, he's going to have to work hard for it, for you.

"Come inside," he says to you and walks into the house, assuming that you will follow him. You do. As soon as the door is closed, you're against it and he's kissing you like he's starving and you're dinner.

You shove him away. He's a big man so this isn't easy. His eyes darken. Ah, you're getting to him now, making him angry. You walk into the kitchen, look in his refrigerator. You smile to yourself when he closes the refrigerator door and jerks you around for another one of those kisses.

Damn him! You really want to ignore him, but he's so big and so sexy, and your fucking body never ignores him. You bite his lip, none too gently either, and taste the blood. Coppery and sweet. Christ! You wonder how you ever lived before this man came into your life.

He growls at the pain when you bite him and rips your shirt open. He pinches your nipple until it hurts. You shove him away again, knowing he'll make you pay eventually. He just comes right back, grinding his cock into yours and kissing you again. He pauses and looks at you.

"You know you want it."

"Oh, fuck, yes." You say, licking his cheek like a puppy, while your hand slides down between your bodies. You rub him hard, really hard. He gasps, not in pain, but because he's going to make an embarrassing mess in his pants if you keep it up. You'd like nothing better.

You wonder if he's ever fucked anyone against his refrigerator. You hope you're the first one.

"If you don't want me to wank you standing right here, then maybe you need to do something about it." You growl this into his ear as you yank the zipper down on those raggedy ass jeans he's wearing. He has nothing under them so his cock pops out, all hard and hot and oh, god, you want it inside you.

He knows how the sight of him always makes you crazy, and he grins down at you.

"You're such a fucking slut," he moans against your mouth just before he kisses you again, fucking your mouth with his tongue as he thrusts his hips against you some more. He's not the only one teetering on the edge here. You realize you're shaking like a leaf. His hands begin to work on your zipper, sliding it down carefully over your own painful erection. You don't wear any underwear either so your cock is very quickly rubbing his.

He moves back from you and turns you around so rapidly that you don't have time to react to what he's doing. He grabs your pants and yanks them down to your knees. He rubs his slick head against your ass then prods his way inside you. He hurts like hell going in. He always does. It's part of the lure. He knows this and so do you. The only way he ever gets you is to just take you. You don't give that up. He's the first one who has even come close to mastering you, taking control of you.

And you love him for it.

Right now your immediate problem is keeping your knees from buckling as he puts his hands on your hips and grinds into you.

"Damn you to hell!" You scream out at him as your cock rubs the cold refrigerator, while his cock nails you to it. You know you'll come soon anyway. You always come just from his cock in you.

Then he stops moving and you feel it, him coming deep inside your battered ass. The refrigerator rocks. You wonder if it's going to fall on you. Then you come too, your whole body shuddering and jerking at semen shoots out onto the cold, rough surface of the fridge.

You both slowly sink to the kitchen floor.

"Damn, Karl," is all he says. He doesn't need to say more. You smile.

*****

THE END

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