FIC: Surrender (Ewan/Eric, NC-17), for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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salixbabylonTitle: Surrender
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salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 12. Fear Play
Word Count: 354
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Author's Notes: Ewan isn't afraid of anything. Eric disagrees.
Surrender
Ewan isn't truly afraid of anything. And even if he is, he's a guy and he wouldn't tell you.
Eric seems to think he's got some issues to work out. About giving up control. About truly surrendering, not just submitting. About letting himself go. About things going too far.
Which is why Ewan supposes he shouldn't have been so surprised, all things considered. Eric never backs away from a perceived challenge.
Mostly what he remembers is being overwhelmed. Darkness in the parking lot, as a cloth bag was pulled over his head. The adrenaline that pounded through his body not diminishing despite a familiar voice whispering "Don't forget your safeword." Hands painfully wrenching his behind his back and frog-marching him to somewhere that smelled like stale cigarettes.
And then being overwhelmed by Eric.
A huge, hard body that smothered him, pressing too hard on his chest so Ewan couldn't breathe, couldn't say his safeword even if he had remembered it. The roughness, the almost rape-like feeling of being held down and forced, whether he wanted it or not, making him shiver.
Part of him wanted to fight back. Of course. But Ewan's body wasn't responding to anything his brain was telling it – he'd gone limp almost, frozen, distant.
Well, except for his cock.
His cock knew that it was Eric and his cock likes Eric. And it likes being held down.
It even likes feeling helpless, it seems.
Ewan was covered with terror-flavored sweat when Eric licked his collarbone, biting down far too hard. But he was aroused and he didn't protest in any way, not even when Eric tore his clothes a little or when he rolled Ewan over so fast it wrenched his neck. The burn of Eric slamming into his arse was barely manageable and even now it stings.
But it was still good.
Today, Ewan isn't quite sure why it was good, why he didn't freak out more, why he just submitted – no, surrendered – like that, why he didn't fight. He feels unsettled in his head.
Eric was right. Ewan is afraid.
He'll have to work on that, he decides.
~end~
Author:
salixbabylonFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 12. Fear Play
Word Count: 354
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Author's Notes: Ewan isn't afraid of anything. Eric disagrees.
Ewan isn't truly afraid of anything. And even if he is, he's a guy and he wouldn't tell you.
Eric seems to think he's got some issues to work out. About giving up control. About truly surrendering, not just submitting. About letting himself go. About things going too far.
Which is why Ewan supposes he shouldn't have been so surprised, all things considered. Eric never backs away from a perceived challenge.
Mostly what he remembers is being overwhelmed. Darkness in the parking lot, as a cloth bag was pulled over his head. The adrenaline that pounded through his body not diminishing despite a familiar voice whispering "Don't forget your safeword." Hands painfully wrenching his behind his back and frog-marching him to somewhere that smelled like stale cigarettes.
And then being overwhelmed by Eric.
A huge, hard body that smothered him, pressing too hard on his chest so Ewan couldn't breathe, couldn't say his safeword even if he had remembered it. The roughness, the almost rape-like feeling of being held down and forced, whether he wanted it or not, making him shiver.
Part of him wanted to fight back. Of course. But Ewan's body wasn't responding to anything his brain was telling it – he'd gone limp almost, frozen, distant.
Well, except for his cock.
His cock knew that it was Eric and his cock likes Eric. And it likes being held down.
It even likes feeling helpless, it seems.
Ewan was covered with terror-flavored sweat when Eric licked his collarbone, biting down far too hard. But he was aroused and he didn't protest in any way, not even when Eric tore his clothes a little or when he rolled Ewan over so fast it wrenched his neck. The burn of Eric slamming into his arse was barely manageable and even now it stings.
But it was still good.
Today, Ewan isn't quite sure why it was good, why he didn't freak out more, why he just submitted – no, surrendered – like that, why he didn't fight. He feels unsettled in his head.
Eric was right. Ewan is afraid.
He'll have to work on that, he decides.
