crossoverfic | Ficlet: 'Red Horizon' (AtS/SPN/BtVS/Hornblower)

umm...here's sth different...it came to me when watching a movie 'Hornblower' :)

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Heading: ‘Red Horizon’ (One off)
By:

katsa_db_lover
Beta:

ash_carpenter
Pairing: Midshipman Lindsey McDonald / Midshipman Dean Winchester
Other characters: Lieutenant Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Crewman Gunn
Fandom(s): Hornblower/AtS/SPN/BtVS
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash, angst, smut
Disclaimer: I do not own characters of Lindsey McDonald, Dean Winchester, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce or Gunn. All credit goes to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Summary: Lindsey’s bullying of Dean goes too far...
Warnings: angst, SLASH, non-con M/M sex (rape), strong language, humiliation, bondage, bloodplay,
Feedback: feed me? O__O
Word count: 1071

A/N: Idea for this came from the movie ‘Hornblower’, and I just had to write it :P

‘Red Horizon’

He’d joined his majesty’s naval forces in order to serve his country, as every young man should have. Dean Winchester was 17 years old, a clever young man with bright green eyes and a long set of lashes, not to mention his plump lips. Some might have said he looked a bit girly maybe, too pretty for his own good. His father was a good friend of the captain and managed to persuade him to offer Dean a position as a midshipsman on his ship. His first day on board didn’t go all that well; he was throwing up a half of the time and trying to stay as invisible as possible. It didn’t go quite as he’d planned though, not after meeting Lindsey McDonald, a senior midshipman on board. He made very clear from the beginning that he did not approve of his presence and that he was only good for one thing, which was being McDonald’s ‘bitch’. From day one he tormented Dean in every way possible, stealing his best piece of meat or making him dance in front of the other men – if he didn’t do as he was told, Lindsey would beat him up and make his men pin him down on the wooden table as he used a sharp knive to make little cuts on his exposed chest. Dean bore all this in order to serve his king; he didn’t want to be the one to run away when things got little tough. Then, one night, Lindsey figured out just the way to get to him, to bend him, and finally break him.

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Dean was tired after finishing a very satisfying card game with Lieutenant Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, who was his only friend on board. Wesley had an unknown ‘disease’, which made him collapse without warning and start shaking uncontrollably, Dean had liked him from the start; he was one of those people who wouldn’t hurt a fly unless it was absolutely necessary – he loved Wesley like the brother he’d never had. He was going to take a bath before going to bed, and called for Gunn, one of the crewmen, to prepare it for him. After a half an hour, he stepped into the tub filled with hot water, twitching a little as the water reached the tiny cuts across his chest. Dean closed his eyes and let his body relax, all the tension melting into the warm sensation of the water that enveloped him.

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At some point he’d fallen asleep and when he opened his eyes he wasn’t in his tub any longer – he was lying on the bed, naked. Dean started to panic as he slowly came about and realised that his hands were tied to the bed posts with a strong rope. There was a tiny knife and a bottle of rum on the bedside table. Dean’s face paled as he recognized the knife: it was Lindsey’s.

“Well, well, well...what have we here?...A tasty piece of meat, I’d say.” Dean’s eyes snapped towards the sound as Lindsey emerged from the dark corner of the cabin. His eyes gleamed as he approached the bed, baring his teeth like a wild animal would.

“What’s the meaning of this? Cut me loose at once,” Dean demanded, trying to sound as calm as possible, but failing miserably. The man in front of him had no conscience or pity, and Dean knew he wouldn’t be leaving the cabin intact.

“Shut your mouth, bitch...I give the orders here, and you’d do well to remember it,” Lindsey barked out, twitching his fingers into Dean’s short strands and pulling him in for a brutal kiss, demanding for an entrance. Eventually Dean gave in, and let Lindsey devour his mouth. He had no other choice; the older man was stronger.

“Mmmm...I knew you’d be into boys...Such a good little whore, aren’t you?” Lindsey hissed, leaning in and biting hard into his sensitive earlobe.

“Fuck you,” Dean managed, before Lindsey’s fist connected with his jaw. His head was buzzing from the intense pain radiating from his jaw, and he couldn’t do anything to stop Lindsey as he positioned himself between Dean’s spread thighs. He was also naked now, stroking his rapidly filling cock in his hand.

“‘m gonna fuck your ass...Gonna make you scream, boy...You want me to pound that tight hole of yours, don’t you? I’m gonna shoot my load deep in you, you hear me?”

“No....please...don’t,” Dean whispered - he had no fight left in him; he was going to die here and no-one would save him. He was going to be raped by this man, and then he would die. It wasn’t fair, he’d wanted so much more from his life; he’d never even kissed a girl and now it was too late. What had he done to make this man hate him so much?

“Oh, yes...I’m going to enjoy fucking you...gonna lick you clean when my come’s drippin’ from your sweet ass,” Dean heard Lindsey growl as he felt him gripping his hips with a brutal strength. He felt something hot and hard nudge his hole as Lindsey stroked his cockhead over his entrance.
Then, without a warning or any kind of preparation, he thrust inside – Dean felt something ripping inside him and screamed in pain, begging the older man to stop. But Lindsey just pounded harder inside him, ripping something even further and Dean felt warm liquid starting to drip down his thighs: blood.

Dean started to feel dizzy from the loss of blood and almost passed out several times as Lindsey continued fucking him with his cock and biting his nipples hard enough to draw blood.

“Ah...mmm...such a good whore....made for this, boy,” Lindsey murmured darkly. He thrust in few more times before coming deep inside Dean’s ass and collapsing on top of him. He lay there for a second and then got up, licking the come and blood dripping from the boy’s anus. Dean Winchester wasn’t a virgin anymore – he had been violated in such a shameful way that it would affect his whole future, and that was what Lindsey wanted. On top of that, the boy had been one hell of a lay – he would be coming for more, no doubt about that, and he knew the boy would be more willing the next time. Finally, Lindsey McDonald had Dean Winchester right where he wanted him: at his feet.

THE END