Tribe Slash

[munnin]

Title: Black Leather and Bloodlust 
Warning: Slash, breath play, rough stuff, Leather kink, blood, dubious consent and violence

Pairing: Slade/Lex
Rating: more R than a boat full of pirates. I’m serious about the warnings. Don’t follow me here unless you’re sure.

Disclaimer: no-one to blame here but me. Even if they’re not mine to mess with.
Note: Continuation from:

Material by alt_baie, Don't Piss off a Man In Leather and Where Leather Leads

 

Slade dragged Lex into his room. The flush on Lex’s cheeks was a pretty clear sign he’d found his way into Ruby’s stash of good bourbon. He tossed the younger man roughly towards the bed and slammed the lock home. His thoughts were hot and crazed and he had no desire to be disturbed.

 

Lex missed the bed and fell in an untidy heap on the floor. Slade stood over him, grabbing the collar of his duster as he prepared to haul the boy onto the bed. The sensation of leather in his closed fists turned his thoughts elsewhere and he stopped at pulling Lex to his knees, treading one hand roughly though the younger man’s dark hair.

 

Lex swore, trying the pull away but Slade’s closed his grasp hand around the silken strands, pulling down to forcing Lex to look up at him.

 

“I knew you had a kink to you.” Lex purred, looking up at Slade through dark lashes. “Didn’t think it ran this deep.”

 

The back of Slade’s hand connected with Lex’s face even before he realised he’d moved. The dark haired boy hit the floor reeling, drops of blood staining the floorboards. Lex groaned, spitting blood and fingering his split lip. He fought to his knees, breathing heavily. Not nearly as heavily as Slade was though! The sight of Lex at his feet excited him more than he expected and he found himself raising his hand again.

 

Lex caught the slap mid-flight and twisted Slade’s wrist sharply, forcing Slade to drop his shoulder. “You didn’t think you’d have it all your own way did you?” He teased, twisting further till Slade bit his lip.

 

Slade let out a pained sigh through gritted teeth as the very tip of Lex’s tongue grazed his fingernails. Pleasure and pain waring in him as Lex’s twisted his wrist just a little more and closed his mouth around two of Slade’s fingers. “Fuck.” Slade moaned as he felt Lex’s tongue twist around his digits, pressing and sucking, his cheeks hollowed obscenely.

 

Slade wrapped his free hand around the back of Lex’s chocker and pulled hard, knowing full well it would be making it difficult for Lex to breathe. Lex let go of Slade’s wrist, releasing his fingers with a pop and gasped for air. His lips were slick and swollen, glossy with saliva and blood. 

 

Slade fumbled with his pants, slippery fingers making short work of belt and fly as he closed his hands around Lex’s collar and dragged him in.

 

Lex opened him mouth almost automatically, accepting Slade’s full length in a single fluid movement. He drew back just enough to trace spirals over the sensitive skin of Slade’s cock. One of Slade’s hands buried itself in Lex’s hair, the other slid under the back of the chocker, pulling it tight to his throat. Lex growled as the soft leather bit into his skin, the vibrations made Slade gasp and thrust hard into Lex. He tightened his grip on the chocker, forced Lex into stillness as he rode the boy’s willing mouth.

 

Black spots filled Lex’s vision as Slade ploughed into him hard. Already Lex could feel the strength leaving his body. He grabbed Slade’s hips as the older man forced himself deep into Lex’s throat, the cold teeth of the Slade’s fly hard against his cheeks. Slade’s muscles clenched as he threw his head back, coming with a stifled scream just as Lex passed out...

 

It took Slade a surprisingly long time to notice Lex had gone limp in his grasp. He lowered the younger man to the floor, kneeling over him in mild alarm. As soon as the pressure was off his throat Lex started to cough and gagging. Slade manage to roll him onto his side and get the bike’s abandoned drip tray under him before he heaved violently.

 

Slade left out an exasperated sigh when he realised he was holding Lex’s hair back for him. It’s not as if he’d even did this for any of his girlfriends…mind you; he’d never come close to asphyxiate any of them either.

 

When Lex finally stopped retching Slade hauled him onto the bed and laid him in the recovery position. He crouched beside the dark haired boy. Lex hadn’t woken up at all through the whole thing but at least he was breathing evenly again.

 

Ashamed and angry with himself Slade remove the chocker, only feeling worse when he saw the dark bruises already starting to bloom where soft leather bit into Lex’s pale skin. “Rest,” he whispered, his voice shaking with shame as he stroked Lex’s hair.

 

He slipped down into the bathroom, rinsing out the drip tray and grabbing a clean towel before he headed down to the saloon.

 

“Hey Slade.” Ruby called from behind the bar. “How ya doing?”

 

“Ice. Got any?” he asked without preamble.

 

“Yeah. There’s some in the freezer out back next to the generator. Why? What’s up?” she asked, cocking her head.

 

He rapped the bar impatiently. “Nothing. I’ll get it.”

 

“I’ll come with you.” She said, just a little too quickly.

 

“No. I said I’ll get it.” he growled.

 

“Hey I’ve been meaning to ask you; have you seen Lex around?” She missed the dark look that crossed Slade’s face. “The bastard’s been in my storeroom and I want to make him pay for what he drank. He should be around here somewhere. Judging from the amount that’s missing, he has to have passed out. Hope he chokes.”

 

Slade let a deep breath out though clenched teeth. The thought of choking Lex, just a little too clear in his mind right now. “If I see him I’m make sure he pays. Happy?” she nodded nervously and stepped aside. “Thank you.”

 

He grabbed the ice tray, empted it into the towel and headed back upstairs. A small sob caught his attention; Ram was sprawled in the doorway of his room, a bottle of bourbon clutched in his hand. Well, at least he knew Lex hadn’t been drinking alone. The green markings around Ram’s eyes did little to disguise how red they were. Slade grabbed the fallen Techno by the shirt and dragged him back into his room, brushing computer parts and junk off the bed before dumping him unceremoniously.

 

“Fuck off and leave me alone!” Ram slurred, barely conscious. “Go back to that slut of yours.” Slade froze in the doorway, wondering what Ram had seen. It took him a minute to realise he meant Ebony not Lex, the dark-skinned wild cat was so far from his thoughts right now.

 

“Sleep it off Ram,” he growled as he pulled the door closed. “You can square it with Ruby later.”

 

Lex was still unconscious on the bed when Slade returned, a crimson pearls of blood marking his still swollen lip. Slade sat down beside him with a sigh and fishing out a piece of ice and holding it to the cut. He smoothed the melting ice over Lex’s lips, tracing the sweet curves of the younger man’s mouth.

 

For a moment he could almost convince himself he was doing it to help, to reduce the swelling but as single drop of pink tinged water rolled down Lex’s marred cheek, Slade had to fight the urge to lick it off. He threw out his hand in an effort to steady himself but his fingers closed around Lex’s leather clad hip. The feeling of hard muscle beneath soft hide sent lighting flashes of desire through his body. He pulled his hand away gasping, his mind reeling. So soon? He was painfully hard already and his libido screamed for more. 

 

He tried hard to concentrate on the ice. The whole reason he’d gone to get it was somehow make up for the mess he’d made- not to make it worse. He rolled the rest in the towel and wrapped it carefully around Lex’s bruised throat, his hand resting a moment too long on Lex’s arm.

 

Lex shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his stomach under Slade’s touch, Slade’s hand brushing down his back as he moved, stopping to rest on the curve of Lex’s lower back. The curves of Lex’s ass, tightly outlined through the stretched leather, called to him almost painfully. Slade’s hand drifted with his thoughts. The way the pants spaned Lex’s pert, tight…

 

The realisation he was losing control again made Slade close his eyes and draw a deep breath but it didn’t help. All he see behind his eyelids was the image of Lex at his feet, fingering his split lip. He opened his eyes and looked up, hoping to dispel this vision of debauchery only to find his eyes meeting Lex’s. The dark haired had come to and was watching him intently, posed to strike.

 

“Lex? Are you alright?” Slade stammered.

 

“Am I alright? You damn near killed me! What the hell did you think you were doing?” Lex growled. Slade withdrew his hand hastily from where it rested on Lex’s lower back. Lex watched him. “Oh I get it.” He snarled. “Planning to fuck me while I was out?”

 

Slade backed off at speed, not trusting himself to argue. It would be hard to deny that the thought hadn’t crossed his mind.

 

“Makes sense.” Lex said, climbing off the bed towards him. “Knocking her out would be the easiest way to have that hellcat bitch Ebony. It’d stop her from scratching your eyes out too.” He advanced on Slade, his dark eyes dancing with menace. “Tell me. Is that how you got Ruby knocked up too?”

 

Slade’s hand moved on its own, catching Lex a resounding slap across the cheek and sending him reeling backwards. The edge of the bed caught the back of Lex’s legs and he fell to his knees.

 

“How dare you!” Slade’s blood boiled as he charged at Lex, dragging him onto the bed. He narrowly dodging Lex’s fist and forcing the boy’s arm behind his back. Lex flailing wildly, trying to throw Slade’s weight off him but the taller man’s hand closed around the discarded chocker. Within seconds Slade had it looped around Lex’s wrists, pinning them high behind his back. Lex groaned as the soft leather bit his skin and his shoulder muscles burned from the unnatural position.

 

Slade threw Lex down on his back on the bed, forcing a knee between Lex’s thighs and pressing threateningly forward on his vulnerable groin. “How dare you say that!” He grabbed Lex’s hair, pulling sharply and forcing his way into Lex’s mouth as he opened it to cry out, ravishing the young man with his tongue and biting his lip to make it bleed a fresh. Slade leaned forward, rocking in time to the thrusts of his tongue to press painfully onto Lex’s crotch causing the darkhaired youth to whimper.

 

Slade finally released on Lex’s mouth, leaning back to let him breathe. Lex’s lips were swollen and red and slick with blood. It reminding Slade too much of earlier and his eyes flared with lust. He dragged Lex to his knee to face him and tore the tight black shirt away from his shoulder. Lex bit his lip as Slade grabbed his long hair from behind and pulled it hard. His grasp forced Lex’s head back and exposing the pale column of his throat and the band of dark red bruising. Somehow knowing he’d made that mark made Slade want to do it more. To leave Lex with a physical reminder. Something he would have to cover up and hide from the others. Something that showed. Slade buried his head in Lex’s neck, bitting down hard on his shoulder and sucking.

 

Lex groaned as Slade’s hot mouth attacked his skin, stifling a cry as Slade thrust and hand down his pants and started to stroke him roughly, riding the edge of pleasure and pain. Lex gritted his teeth “I guess this means you like me hey.”

 

It was just enough to push Slade over the edge and he struck Lex hard for the third time today and the darkhaired youth fell flat to the bed, his legs still tucked under him and the taut leather showing unmistakably that he was getting off on this just as much as Slade was. Lex managed to get one leg unhooked and kicked viciously at Slade’s side but the older boy managed to dodge. He grabbed Lex and throwing him face down on the mattress, forcing his face into the pillows. “Stay down Lex.”

 

Lex struggled, trying to make use of his legs but Slade pushed harder, making it difficult for Lex to breathe. “I said stay. The fuck. Down!” and this time Lex did, turning his head to one side to breathe but thinking better of getting himself suffocated twice in one day.

 

Slade’s hand rested threateningly on the back of Lex’s head as he forced Lex onto his knees. The sight of Lex’s tight ass presented before him made Slade’s head swim and he groped it shamelessly, enjoying the way Lex squirmed under his touch. “Don’t try to tell me you don’t want this Lex.” Slade growled, running his hand over the tight seam to cup Lex’s balls, squeezing threateningly.

 

The silk *shick* of steel made Lex pale as Slade reached for his knife and opened it. “Stay very still.” Slade warned, splaying a hand over Lex’s ass.

 

Unable to see what Slade was doing and even more unable to stop him; Lex’s breath came in starts and his heart thumped wildly.

 

Slade picked at a stretched stitch in the crotch seam of Lex’s pants with the point of his knife. The tensioned thread parted with an almost organic sigh as the seam split from waistband to fly revealing the pale, tight curves of Lex’s ass.

 

Slade lost all control, forcing his face into the opened seam, tasting the salty slick of sweat under leather, tracing each curve and crease with his tongue till they were both breathing hard. Each time Slade’s tongue passed over that tiny rosebud of flesh, Lex trembled, unwilling to stop him and unable to do anything about it. He moaned in frustrated, he was harder that he ever remembered being but still trapped beneath the closed fly he bucked his hips in the hope of getting off on the merest friction.

 

So distracted by his own needs, Lex didn’t notice Slade move till the taller youth sheathed himself dry in Lex’s tight passage. Lex screams into the pillow with the burn, feeling his whole body tense and shudder. Slade drew back and thrust again, harder and deeper and this time Lex had no air in his lungs to scream. Each thrust felt like it was tearing him apart and tears streamed down Lex’s cheeks. Slade grabbed his bruised throat and hauled him up to his knees. The change of angle meant the next thrust hit something inside him and Lex cried out, this time in pleasure as stars filled his vision. Each time Slade buried himself in Lex the sensation got stronger and Lex gasped for air, fighting for each breath like a man drowning. He gave in to it as Slade’s hands wrapped around his throat and the world turned white.

 

Somewhere a long way off he thought he heard someone yelling and hands pulled at him but it was a long off.

 

***

 

Lex woke up in a warm bed with a cool cloth on his forehead. The light was far, far too bright and he had to shade his eyes just to open them. Slade sat next to him with a worried expression. Lex groaned and let his arm fall back to the bed.

 

“How long?” he asked, not bothering to acknowledge Slade.

 

“Nearly six days. Darryl found you. Pulled me off you.” Slade’s voice was controlled and contrite. “I might have killed you otherwise.”

 

“Well you didn’t.” Lex muttered dismissively as he tried to sit up. Slade lent forward to help him but the darkhaired youth waved him away, struggling up to the pillows on his own and pulling his knees up under his chin. He sat examining the fading bruises on his wrists and after a long moments consideration he asked “What has he told the others?” 

 

“That we were fighting. Nothing more.” Lex raised a disbelieving eyebrow but Slade shook his head. “It scared him pretty bad. He had to lay me out to get me off you. I don’t think he’d tell anyone what he saw, for your sake if not for his own.”

 

Neither of them spoke for a long time as Lex flexed and tested muscles stiff with disuse.

 

“Look Lex. I just want to say…” Slade started but Lex cut him off with a look.

 

“Don’t.” Lex growled. “I mean it. Just don’t.” He got up and walked to window, taking a deep breath.

 

“Lex. We need to talk about what happened.”

 

Lex span on his heels and glared at Slade. “What happened? We got into a fight. You knocked me out and Darryl dragged you off me. End of story. Got it!” Slade nodded sadly. “Now get out of my room.”

 

Slade looked back as he reached the door. “I’m sorry Lex. I really am.”

 

“Yeah well.” Lex muttered, staring out the window. “That makes one of us.”