Author: MistressCyberia aka charlotte ;)
Pairing: AJ/Brian/Kevin/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: i horde it all in a little folder and read it over and over again like a psycho....feed my obsession...MistressCyberia@hotmail.com
Notes: This is basically a really long visual. The plot is there so I cram as much smut possible in...so just ignore the plot holes big enough to drive a tour bus through, and look at all the nice smut!! Also, this is completely AU...the Backstreet Boys don't exist, it's just these gorgeous guys. And I have exaggerated some characteristics of the guys for the sake of humor, so please read it with a sense of humor!
Warnings: I think i may have managed to make the sequel more depraved than the original...didnt think it was possible huh? lets see...the following story may contain: Violence, smut, language, bondage, abuse, knifeplay, bloodplay, gunplay, incest, fisting, random sheep, naughty acts in a church, and misuse of a sock. i think that covers everything...i might've missed something, but i think you get the idea
Disclaimer: i have not yet saved up enough to buy the backstreet boys....only enough for tickets to their show (well...not really, i owe crystal $50) therefore, I dont own them...yet. All sheep are property of Crystal's deranged childhood mind.
Chapter 2The phone wakes me up.
My hand fumbles over the nightstand picks it up, putting it against my ear.
“What?” I mumble groggily.
“A.J., you gotta get out of there, he’s coming.”
“What? Brian?” I roll over and look, and sure enough, he’s gone. “Where the fuck are you?”
“At Nick’s apartment.”
“What the fuck are you doing there?”
“Playing Chutes and Ladders.”
“What?”
“Nick wanted to play. Look, it’s not important. He’s coming, you need to get out of there.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Who’s coming? And why are you at Nick’s?”
“I left while you were sleeping to go to the evening service, since I missed this morning.”
“You went to church?”
“Yes.” I hear him draw a shaky breath. “Kevin was there. He said I was ‘so predictable’.” I can hear him swallow. “He brought me here, and…” Brian trails off, fighting back a sob.
“What did he do to you, Brian? I’ll fucking kill him.”
“No A.J., just get out of there, please.” He sniffles. “I’m sorry, I had to tell him where you were.” He’s struggling with tears again. “He…he…I just had to make it stop. I’m sorry!” I can hear him openly crying now.
“Make what stop? Brian, what the fuck is wrong?”
He swallows his sobs. “It doesn’t matter now. Just get out of there, before he comes. Please!”
“All right, Brian. Look, I want you to get out of there too. I’ll come pick you up and we - ”
“No, A.J., I can’t!” The raw pain in is voice is starting to frighten me. I want to know what the hell that bastard did to him.
“I’m sure Nick can help you, Brian. Just - ”
“No, A.J., Nick can’t do anything.” The panic in his voice is palpable. “Stop worrying about me and just get out of there, okay?”
I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. “I’m coming to get you. Just hold on until - ”
“No! A.J., he’s - ”
There’s a loud crash out in the living room, and I drop the phone, grabbing the Baby Eagle off the nightstand.
He’s here.
The bedroom door crashes open and Richardson rushes in, a blur of black, knocking the gun out of my hand before I have time to aim, pinning me back onto the bed.
“Hello, A.J.”
His eyes bore into mine, the shadowy green of a pine forest - one of those really evil fairy tale forests where the boogie man lives.
The hard length of his body presses into my naked flesh. The muzzle of his Desert Eagle digs into the side of my neck.
“You don’t seem happy to see me, A.J.” His lips are just a breath away from mine, and I can feel the heat radiating off his skin.
“What the fuck did you do to Brian?”
A thoughtful smile crawls across his face and he slides the gun up over my ear and scratches my head leisurely with the slide.
“Let’s just say he won’t be going anywhere for a while.” He chuckles, beautiful and wicked, and I feel myself getting turned on. I forgot how goddamn sexy he really is.
He rubs his hips against my growing hard-on. “Ah, there’s the A.J. I remember.” He drops a kiss on my throat, drawing his lips up over my chin to plunder my mouth. His tongue is like electricity in my mouth - searing, writhing, and alive.
My knife. I keep a knife under my pillow. I carefully slide my hand across the bed. Kevin trails kisses up my jaw, nipping harshly at the pulse that beats there.
“You’re one sexy fuck, you know that, A.J.?” he growls.
I won’t even talk about what those words do to me. Suffice it to say, my body shudders, I get very hard, and my mind goes completely blank for a moment. But then my hand closes around the handle of my knife and reality comes crashing back around me.
“I could say the same about you, Richardson.” I murmur, lips seeking his. I press my mouth into his and raise the knife. But he grabs my wrist and twists it, forcing me to drop the knife with a little cry.
“A.J., we’ve gone through this before. You should’ve learned that doesn’t work by now.”
I shrug best I can with him on top of me. “I figure I’d give it one last shot. For old times’ sake, you know.”
“Ah, of course. Those rollicking good ol’ times. I remember them fondly.” He gives me a knowing grin and releases my wrist, sitting up and retrieving the knife. He studies it carefully. “Nice. Good workmanship.” He makes a practiced swipe in the air with it. “Nick would like this, you know. It’s so shiny.” He chuckles and lowers the knife to my face. It whispers across my lips and dances over my jugular. He drags it over my collarbone and down the center of my chest, circling my navel.
I suddenly remember my dream and stiffen.
The knife stills.
I remember the way my blood dripped off his chin, gaudy scarlet against his white flesh.
“A.J.?”
The way his teeth felt ripping into the edges of the raw wound.
“A.J.”
And that damned sheep that sounded like Anthony Hopkins.
“A.J.!”
There’s a sharp slap across my face. I blink up at Kevin’s face, green eyes honed sharp with anger.
“You were thinking about that damn pussy-assed cousin of mine, weren’t you?”
“What?”
He slaps me again. “Weren’t you?” he growls.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Richardson?”
He nuzzles my neck and nips my ear. I shiver.
“I can make you feel things he never could.” Kevin whispers. “I can make you scream until you don’t even know if it’s from pain or pleasure, and you don’t care.” He runs his tongue down my jaw. “Just as long as I don’t stop.”
He kisses me, hard and deep, swallowing my moans. His teeth sink into my bottom lip and tug. He releases it and grins at me. I can taste the salt-copper tang of blood on the tip of my tongue.
He nips at the sensitive skin under my chin, dragging his teeth down my throat. My hips are grinding into his as my hands slide down his back, tugging his shirt up and off of him.
I just need to feel his skin, hot and alive on top of me.
His hand grasps my hard cock and I gasp, writhing as his mouth closes around it. I throw my head back and arch deeper into his throat. His tongue slides up the ridge on the underside of the shaft, and his lips wrap around the head, sucking very softly.
Oh shit…that’s just…damn.
I groan my appreciation. Rather loudly.
He looks up at me and smiles. “Feel good?”
“Fuck yes.”
There’s a sharp prick against my inner thigh and my eyes fly open. The knife had reappeared in his hand.
I scramble backwards on the bed. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Just relax and you’ll like this, I promise.” He crawls up onto the bed, and his tongue darts against the small trickle blood on my inner thigh. I feel his teeth sink into the flesh. My fist slams into the side of his head and I jump off the bed, backing up against the wall.
“You’re a fucking psycho.”
Richardson peers up at me, rubbing his head gingerly. “And your point is?”
That’s it. I’m outta here.
I take off, giving the bed a wide berth and dashing into the living room. But my hand hesitates on the front door knob.
I’m completely bare-assed naked.
Oh well, I can live with a little humiliation. Living would be decidedly harder with a bunch of holes cut in me.
I turn the knob and an arm settles around my throat. “You think you can run from me, you little bitch?” he whispers in my ear. I can feel his hard cock against my ass.
Shit. Why oh why did I hesitate?
His arm tightens around my throat. “Well?”
Little gray spots are dancing in front of my eyes.
Kevin abruptly flings me away and I hit the back of the couch, collapsing into an ungraceful heap on the ground.
He kneels over me. Something shiny is in his hand.
Fuck, I hope it’s not the knife.
He holds up my handcuffs. “You left these at Nick’s. I thought I’d return them.”
He twists my wrists behind my back and snaps the handcuffs on, hauling me to my feet. He pushes me against the back of the couch, trapping me against it with his body.
He lowers his head and kisses me, just a warm brush of lips. “We don’t have to play these games, A.J.” His hand slides up my thigh and cups my balls. His other hand smoothes over my chest, thumbing my nipple before snaking around the back of my neck, bringing my head forward for another kiss. This one is deep, all moist lips and hot electric tongue. It sends tiny shockwaves rippling under my skin. My cock begins to throb in earnest and I can’t help but grind my hips into his.
He breaks the kiss and runs his lips over my cheek until they hover above my ear. “You feel it too, don’t you?”
I turn my head to the side and kiss him again. He wraps his arms around my waist and leads me back into the bedroom, lying me down on the bed with another tender kiss.
Then he pulls the knife out of the tangle of sheets, and I stiffen.
He notices and gently strokes my face with the blade. “Shhh.” His other hand wraps around my cock and I make a strangled noise in my throat.
He smiles serenely and lowers his head to drop a kiss on my nipple, his tongue swiping the flesh below it. The knife slides off my face and he presses the edge into the moist skin just under my nipple. His fingers dance along the shaft of my cock as the knife whispers into the flesh - just a shallow, tiny cut; just a light sting I can barely feel.
A bead of cherry red blood wells up and Kevin’s mouth fastens over it. Little explosions burst all over my body, and I groan and arch up against his body.
He raises his head, touching my face with his fingers. “You taste so good A.J.,” his hand slides down the center of my chest. “So wild.” He drags his teeth across the fresh wound. “It makes me want to tame you.” He presses a kiss to my solar plexus. “To make you my little pet.”
“But you already have Puppy.”
He chuckles. “But you’re not a Puppy.” He presses another kiss against my navel. “You’re an altogether different creature.” His tongue circles the base of my cock. “And I want you for my own.”
“What about Nick?”
He draws back a little, his brow furrowing. “Nick. Nick is a good fuck, but he’s a child. Simple. Boring.” His finger probes the small cut on the inside of my thigh. It stings like a bitch, and I hiss and draw back.
“You,” he leans down and presses his lips to the cut, “you, A.J., fascinate me.”
His tongue pushes against the broken skin, and dark red pain swirls inside my groin. The side of his face brushes my cock and I can’t help but moan.
He grins at me, crawling back up my body. He licks off the rivulet of blood on my chest and takes my nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth. His mouth slides up to my neck, latching onto a patch of skin and sucking harshly. I feel the tip of the knife in the indent of my collarbone, swiftly followed by a sharp sting that’s becoming all too familiar.
Fucking hell, he’s going to bleed me to death.
And he’s going to taking his sweet fucking time doing it too.
His mouth closes over the newest cut and sucks gently. A jolt of sharp sensation arcs through my stomach. I wouldn’t call it pleasure, but it does feel pretty fucking amazing.
His hair is soft and silky under my hand, and I realize I’m gripping the back of his head.
I think I could actually get used to this.
If I’m still alive by then, I’ll have to give Brian a knife and let him go wild.
Brian.
Shit, I forgot all about him.
I sit up abruptly, and Kevin blinks up at me from my lap. “What’s wrong?” His hand begins to leisurely stroke my cock, and he nuzzles his head in my neck again.
I want to push him away, but my hands are still handcuffed behind my back. So I settle for jerking my shoulder back.
“What the fuck did you do to Brian?”
His eyes darken and the hand stroking my cock tightens.
He yanks. I scream.
His grip doesn’t loosen. “Brian is my cousin, my attempted murderer, and therefore, my affair.”
My voice is just a tad higher than usual. “Gee, and here I thought it was me who tried to kill you.”
Kevin chuckles, and I feel it in places low and deep inside me. “You were never really trying, A.J.” He presses his finger into the wound on the indent of my collarbone. I grunt against the dull throb.
“I know your reputation. You’re good. The best, really. A.J. McLean, assassin extraordinaire, isn’t it?” He runs his finger along my jaw, drawing my face up. “You had plenty of opportunities to kill me. If you had really wanted me dead, I wouldn’t be here now.” His finger traces my lips. “But you wanted me here. With you. You wanted this.” His mouth descends on mine, a shallow, teasing kiss that leaves my lips tingling.
“I want to know what the fuck you did to Brian.”
He slaps me, and I tumble onto my side in the rumple of sheets, ears ringing, face throbbing. He pushes me onto my stomach, forcing my handcuffed wrists up between my shoulder blades.
And that’s pretty damn uncomfortable, by the way. Like burning, my-shoulders-are-gonna-pop-out-of-their-sockets-if-they-don’t-break-first uncomfortable. I cry out as Kevin pushes my wrists up even higher. I can taste the anger in his voice. Or maybe that’s just my lunch coming back up.
“Brian is not your damn concern. I’m the one who has you handcuffed, naked, and powerless.” I hear Kevin unzipping his jeans. “I think you should be far more concerned with what I’m going to do to you.” I feel his huge cock digging into my ass. “And how much I’m going to enjoy it.” The tip of the knife sinks into my tailbone, and he drags it down to the crack of my ass. Warm blood trickles between my cheeks.
His warm tongue burns over the cut and follows the blood down until I feel it pushing against my entrance.
Then it goes away and there’s something long and hot pulsing against the cut, pushing the sting deep into my spine.
Shit, he’s rubbing his dick in it.
His cock follows the path his mouth took, sliding down between my cheeks and pressing against my anus, slick with my blood. The head slips inside me, followed by the thick shaft.
It’s like being split apart.
The cut on my back throbs as he thrusts deep inside me, and I can feel fresh blood gush from it as he pulls out and pushes back in. The blood flows down my crack, coating his cock, keeping it lubricated.
He thrusts again and there’s an answering surge of blood. I’m really starting to feel lightheaded. Gray spots dance in front of my eyes, punctuated by bursts of light every time he thrusts. My cock throbs painfully, trapped between my stomach and the mattress.
My whole body has turned into one sticky, aching, pulse.
Kevin begins to thrust faster, rocking my hips back and forth, creating rough, sparking friction against my groin.
That’s it. I’m coming and hot blood is coating my skin and the light bursts are drowning out everything else and it’s too fucking much.
There’s a final burst of warmth deep inside me, and then the lights fade and everything is black.