I'll really do it!

warning: dub-con, casual mention of r*pe

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Julian gulped, breath straining against Leonel's palm. The black of his pupils blew up wide, engulfing the gem-like blue. The Inquisitor above was like a wolf and he, the prey. Julian found that he didn't mind so much; heart rapping loudly against his chest, chasing away the all-consuming fatigue.

There was daylight peeking through the curtains, people coming about as the night settled below the horizon.

It was an odd time to be locked in a game of chicken, Julian thought absently.

Or perhaps it wasn't a simple game of chicken and Leonel was going to dip down and steal his lips after all. The hand trailed from the jut of his throat and down to his chest. Uh. Maybe Julian bit off a bit more than he could chew this time…

"Leo…" Julian chuckled nervously, "Contrary to popular belief I'll have you know…"

"What?"

"I'm really not gay. Sorry to burst your little bubble."

Leonel sneered, but he didn't budge and inch either and loomed over the Doctor's body, trapping him there. "Who said I cared?"

"You wouldn't dare," Julian pointed out, noting that the Inquisitor did not mention any of his own preferences for either men or women.

"You really think?" Something between a smirk and grimace stretched his features as he lowered his lips upon Julian's throat. A small gasp as teeth grazed sensitive skin. Goosebumps formed on his skin and the Doctor's lashes fluttered.

Life exists at the brink of death.

Did this count as well?

The thrum of adrenaline was amuck, visceral in his veins and tickled his nerves.

Julian might not have had an interest in men but he might make an exception for Leonel.

…or something!

He cackled at the train of thoughts, vibrating under Leonel's touch. The Inquisitor scowled and finally pulled away. "Why are you laughing? What's so funny?"

Of course, he wasn't going to readily admit his thoughts! That was like giving an upper hand to the younger when it was wholly undeserved. Julian wasn't going to allow that. "You," he replied with a smirk.

It earned him a snarling hiss but Leonel's face was interestingly flushed. Or was that just the warm tone coming off a slow-rising dawn? Julian didn't know but his arousal twitched in response.

What Julian hadn't expected, however, was for a large hand to feather across the length of his body and full-on cramp down on his groin.

An embarrassing yelp escaped his lips and Julian thought for a moment that he was seeing stars.

"You! You damned brat!" Julian cried out through gritted teeth, barely remembering to keep his voice hushed. "Unhand me at this instance, ugh!"

But Leonel didn't and cruelly tightened his hold. Julian's entire body jolted and twitched under his grip, "Ah, ah, ahh! I get it, I get it already! You are evil, sexy and charming so will you please let me go already?"

A strange sadistic mirth swirled in Leonel's eyes. "You totally deserved that," he said with low, growling tone.

Pathetically, the Doctor whimpered, his hands flying southward to the one the gripped him so mercilessly. However, no matter how hard he tried he could not pry himself free. Julian could do nothing but groan and writhe into those old, stale sheets. "Fine! You're right, you damned gorilla. I have wronged you so provoked you unprovoked! Poked the lion with a stick and deserve to have my hand bitten off! But have you no pity for me? I'm just a poor old fool."

"You're erect," Leonel pointed out with that strange, sophisticate intonation of his. He loosened his hold a little, alleviating the pain but did not fully let Julian free. Slowly, he rubbed along the length of Julian's member. A sharp intake of breath came with the flaring heat the pooled in his crotch.

Julian's head tossed back, his body melting from both fatigue and arousal. "Well, I'm sure you understand that it's just the natural--" a sharp gasp, his toes tingled when Leonel teased him with just the right amount of pressure, "physical response!"

"I can see that."

"Hah! I'm sure you're having fun with this aren't you!"

A smirk. "I am."

Julian chuckled dryly, his hands still circled around Leonel's iron grip. "You damned youngsters. You know that you'd break me right?"

"Would I?"

Again, the pressure lessened but only by a little. When he tried to push the wrist aside, it remained where it was. Julian felt weak, his mouth parting involuntarily as Leonel began to kneed gently. His body had missed this sensation so terribly…

A groan and a whimper. Leonel drank in his expression like a hawk eyeing its prey. "Just admit that you're feeling good and I'll stop." He snickered without any kindness. If Julian had pointed out his own arousal, the Inquisitor would no longer be able to deny it.

The confines of his trousers were stifling. Leonel had to fight the desire to unbutton them and instead focused on the delectable sight that lay about before him.

Julian's dark skin flushed. His frail body trembling beneath his grasps. The annoying shrill voice was now caught with soft groans and moans. And as he continued to manhandle the cute Doctor, Leonel was keenly aware of the fact that Julian refused to utter the words given to him to make Leonel stop.

Of course, it wasn't like Julian had shame in the first place and could easily spew out ridiculous nonsense for the sake of getting his way. This situation was no different. But instead, he didn't say anything and just closed his eyes, focusing on the comfortable climb of heat that pooled beneath Leonel's wide hands.

Julian suddenly grew to dislike the rough rubbing of fabric against his sex. Grumbling in annoyance, he kicked Leonel a little and completely forgot to convey what it was he meant.

The Inquisitor raised a brow. He grabbed Julian's leg and flipped him over, thinking that the Doctor was resorting so some meager performance of violence to win himself freedom. "That's not what I told you to do." He hissed and pressed himself against the length of Julian's back.

"What…?" Julian was dazed, his body jolting when Leonel slipped his hand past the band of his pants. A mewling groan instantly left his chest. He fell into the mattress, boneless and smelled stale dust coming off the sheets.

It was easily ignored.

Only his hips were held up with Leonel's hand stuffed inside his trousers, hand encircling his length. An impossible heat built up there and Julian did not care how shameful his current position was, on his knees and ass in the air. His right thigh throbbed in complaint but even that could be ignored in favor of the wonderful embrace of warmth that wrapped around him.

With a needy groan, Julian thrust into that hand, inciting a chuckle coming from behind him. The Inquisitor's hips pressed into his own and Julian was keenly aware of the thing that rubbed between his ass crack.

Julian whimpered, "You better not stick that dirty thing---ugh." Not even the threat of r*pe seemed to deter his erection however and Julian found himself to be pathetically weak.

Ah, why was this so wonderful?

Why did he like the way Leonel hissed behind him, growling like he was some sort of beast?

A rumbling chuckle bubbled in the Doctor's chest, but all this earned was a tightening around his dick. "Ugh! Can't you forgive me…Ah! Just a little dammit!"

"Even like this, you're fucking annoying," Leonel grumbled with a sneer.

"Ahahaha…but you love it. You're the one that wants to stick your dick into me!"

"Shut up, or else I'll really do it!"

Stupidly, Julian brazenly replied, "Then do it!"

Uh, wait, was he going to actually regret it this time?