Round 3 - Return of the Meme
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hhanonRound 3 - Return of the Meme
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Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 4
Date: 2011-11-24 06:39 am (UTC)But now he had returned to work and he was eager for lunchtime when he could go to the coffee shop to see if the dark haired man was there. Jim spent the morning catching up on what had been going on while he’d been away. He was quite happy in the place, and he got on well with the other people in his department. As soon as the office clock showed one, Jim grabbed his jacket and with a wave at Martha, the girl who he shared his office with, he hurried down the hall to the lifts and down them to the foyer and out into the street.
It only took him five minutes to make it to the coffee shop; his haste causing him to make the short trip at what Ben would call an unseemly trot. Stopping at the door, he paused to catch his breath before grabbing hold of the handle and pushing it open. Slipping into the café, he stopped and looked round, his eyes taking in the crowded tables, his usual table was already taken but the one where the dark haired man usually sat was occupied only by him, maybe he could ask him if he could share his table. Having made his decision he gave a soft yet satisfied sigh, maybe he would finally get to speak to him, maybe he would be able to learn his name.
Hurrying over to the counter, Jim quickly ordered his usual cappuccino and then made his way over to his table, his nerves building. What if he said Jim couldn’t sit at his table, what if he wasn’t as nice as he looked? Stopping at the table, he coughed nervously, waiting for the man to acknowledge him before asking if he could sit at his table. To Jim’s amusement, the man’s eyes went wide before he nodded his agreement, his head bobbing up and down like a nodding dog in the back of a car. Taking his seat, he carefully smoothed the leg of his trousers before bending to take a sip of his drink. Then lifting his head he went to say hello.
Immediately, Jim was met by the most intense gaze he’d ever seen, the man was studying him like he’d never seen a human being before, his eyes searching his face as if he was taking in every line, crease, curve. At first he felt shocked, but that soon gave way to amusement as he realised that the man seemed to have been struck dumb. Repeating his words, Jim said hello once more, before taking a drink from his cup. Then looking up again he said hello once more.
This time the man actually said hello, a smile breaking across his face, a smile that made Jim’s tummy turn somersaults. he didn’t know why, but he wanted this man and he wanted him badly. Giving the man his brightest smile, Jim told him his name, he wanted to hear him say his name. It was then he noticed the man’s attention flick towards the door, his smile fading as he saw something that obviously didn’t please him. Turning to see what it was, Jim felt his happiness collapse, there in the doorway was Ben. Upon seeing Jim, he made his way over to the table, Jim turning to give the man a sad smile. It was then that the man whispered his name, Larry.
Reaching Jim’s side, Ben reached down and grabbed hold of his arm, his fingers digging deeply into his skin before pulling him to his feet. At the look on Ben’s face, Jim felt afraid, he knew just how nasty he could be if he felt Jim had crossed him. Then before he could do anything to stop it, Ben leant in and kissed him, hard. Then without a word, he was dragged away towards the door, turning his head to give Larry a small smile, he hoped Ben wouldn’t hurt him, but he knew he probably would. As the door of the café slammed shut behind them, Jim found himself fighting to stop himself crying.
Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 4
Date: 2011-11-24 09:10 am (UTC)Honestly I really love this story! Can't wait for the next add!
Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 4
Date: 2011-11-24 08:35 pm (UTC)Evil Ben scares me :( DON'T U DARE HURT JIM HE'S TOO ADORABLE!
LOVE WILL CONQUER ALL!!!!!!! (sorry about the yelling)
Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 5
Date: 2011-11-25 07:03 am (UTC)But now with the sudden arrival of warmer weather they had decided to move their meetings out of the café and into the local park. To this end, it had been decided that Larry would go to the café on his way to the park and collect two maple and pecan slices in a bag and two cappuccinos in paper cups with plastics lids. Then he would hurry to the small park that stood in the grounds of the castle that towered over the centre of the town. Once he’d reached the park, he would make his way along the paths to the bench where Jim would be sat waiting impatiently for him to arrive. Then they would sit together and eat their food. Sometimes they would talk, sometimes the entire time would be spent in silence, neither needing to say anything, both just enjoying each others company.
But today they sat and talked. Whenever Jim bought up the subject of Ben, Larry found himself wanting to hit the man, how could any man treat someone as wonderful as Jim with such cold cruelty. If what he said was the truth, the man was a real cold fish, how he could say he loved Jim was beyond Larry. He seemed to treat Jim like he was a possession, something he owned, a person to be ordered around like a dog.
But Larry didn’t just base his judgement on what Jim had told him, his judgement was based on what he had already seen in the time they’d been seeing each other. Since that time in the café when Ben had arrived and dragged Jim to his feet and forcefully kissed him before dragging him away, Larry had seen him repeat that action again and again. Each time his fingers digging deep into Jim’s arms. And Larry was certain that he’d seen bruises on Jim’s neck that looked remarkably finger shaped. After he had mentioned that Jim had worn a roll necked top until the marks had faded.
But what Larry mainly based his verdict on was the way Jim never relaxed completely in his presence, he spent all of his time on edge, his eyes flickering from side to side as he kept alert for any sign of Ben. But there was a light at the end of this particular tunnel. Sometimes Jim would forget his fears and would become the person Larry knew was there, hidden under all of his stresses and tenseness. It was then that his face would light up, his eyes shining brightly as he told Larry about something that had caught his eye that day, or had amused him since they’d last met. It was then that he saw the person that he was falling in love with. It was then that he knew that he had to have Jim for his own.
There was only one problem with this - Ben. And Larry knew that getting Jim away from the man would be easier said than done.
Finishing their lunch, Larry watched as Jim gathered up the bags and cups, rolling the bags into balls which he then lobbed into the bin by the bench, before tossing the cups in after them. Getting to their feet, they turned to face each other, Larry taking Jim’s hands in his, his thumbs rubbing gently against the smooth skin as he leant forward and placed a gentle kiss to his lips. Lips he wanted so much. But he would never force Jim into anything he didn’t want. Pulling back, Jim gave Matt a confused smile, before leaning back in and kissing him back. Then before Larry could do anything he snatched his hands away and spinning on his toes he turned and ran off down the path towards the place where he worked.
Larry just stood there, lifting his fingers to touch his lips, a smile telling the world just how happy he was. Then leaning down to pick up his jacket, he pulled it on and slowly wandered back down the path, following in Jim’s footsteps.
And as he disappeared through the trees, Ben stepped out from where he’d been hiding. Tonight Jim would be made to pay for what he had done.
Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 5
Date: 2011-11-25 07:18 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 5
Date: 2011-11-25 09:35 am (UTC)But I am seriously worried about Jim and Larry's health if they are only going to eat pecan pie for lunch. But maybe that will just make Jim look even cuter? :D
Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 5
Date: 2011-11-25 09:39 am (UTC)I'm kind of reading it between my fingers if you know what I mean....
Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 5
Date: 2011-11-25 05:23 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 5
Date: 2011-11-26 12:52 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 5
Date: 2011-11-25 05:35 pm (UTC)Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 6 WARNING
Date: 2011-11-26 07:42 am (UTC)Jim glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece, it was nearly nine o’clock and Ben should have returned home from the office long ago. Shaking his head he returned to the most hated of the chores that he was required to do. Picking up the hot iron, Jim resumed pressing all of the shirts that he had washed in the latest load. Ben demanded a clean shirt everyday and he expected Jim to do the same even though he was allowed to dress in a more causal fashion, a demand that meant that he found himself having to wash and iron at least ten shirts every week, frequently more if Ben’s father needed their presence at a business dinner being held for a client of the company.
He was just finishing the last but one shirt when he heard a key being turned in the lock, a sound that was quickly followed by the door being slammed back on its hinges against the hall wall. Hearing this Jim shuddered slightly, it sounded like Ben might be a bit worse for wear. Jim hated it when he was drunk, it was at times like that that Ben would find fault with anything or everything that he did. It wouldn’t be the first time that Jim had found himself having to re-iron every shirt because they didn’t pass muster with Ben. He also knew that it was likely he would wake up the next morning sore and aching from his drunken attempts to have sex with him. Jim knew that to anyone else it would be rape, but Jim had learnt very quickly that as far as Ben was concerned Jim deserved all he got on those nights.
Hearing the door slam shut, Jim tried to quickly finish off the last shirt, if he got them out of sight, Ben almost certainly wouldn’t notice that he’d been ironing. Jim was lucky, he managed to get the last shirt on a hanger before he gathered them into his arms and whisked them out into the kitchen out of sight, he could move them through to the bedroom later on once Ben was asleep.
Returning to the sitting room, Jim walked into a silence that was deafening. Ben was stood there, swaying from side to side; his face flushed dark red by the amount of alcohol he’d consumed. Swallowing nervously, Jim tried to back away from the brewing explosion, he knew that Ben was going to blow but he had no idea why.
But very soon he did.
Ben moved quicker than Jim had expected, he suddenly found himself pinned up against the kitchen door, one of Ben’s hands tight around his throat, pressing hard, threatening to cut off his air supply if he as much as murmured. Silently he waited for Ben to speak, he always liked to tell Jim why he deserved to be punished before he carried out that punishment, but when he did speak, Jim found himself afraid, very afraid.
“Who was that man you were kissing in the park?”
Suddenly Jim knew that he’d be lucky to get out of this alive. Keeping a tight hold of his throat, Ben stepped back and glanced around the room, his eyes searching for something he could use as a means of punishment. It was then he saw the iron resting on the end of the board. Seeing where his gaze had fallen, Jim began to struggle, bruises hurt, but they did eventually fade, a burn would leave him scarred for life.
Tightening his grip on Jim’s throat, Ben shook him, before he dragged him across the room, his mind set on the ironing board. Reaching it, he told Jim to place his right arm face up down on the ironing board. Then while he kept a tight grip on his throat, he lifted the iron up with his free hand and checked the temperature setting. Turning to look deep into Jim’s eyes he smiled.
And placed the hot iron down on his forearm, a cruel smile gracing his lips as Jim screamed in pain, the smell of burning flesh filling the air.
Then as suddenly as he did it, Ben pulled the iron away from his arm and placed it back on its stand, turning it off at the mains with his foot. As Jim fought to stop himself fainting, Ben released his neck and quickly pulled him into his arms before he carried him through to the bedroom. The first part of the punishment was over, the second was about to begin.
Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 6 WARNING
Date: 2011-11-26 02:54 pm (UTC)I really love this, but I want Jim to go live with Larry. Because Larry is nice. I will wait her/stalk this fic, sort of patiently! XD
(And Ben fit so good as a evil type, Henry VIII, Spanish Incan Invader, Alexander the Great... well, does he even have any major "good" roles?)
Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 6 WARNING
Date: 2011-11-26 09:39 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it.
Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 6 WARNING
Date: 2011-11-26 08:18 pm (UTC)*camps out by fic and stares creepily*
Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 6 WARNING
Date: 2011-11-26 09:41 pm (UTC)It will get better for Jimothy.
Thanks for reading it.
Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 6 WARNING
Date: 2011-11-27 05:33 am (UTC)Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 7a
Date: 2011-11-27 08:17 am (UTC)The next morning Jim woke up in agonising pain, his arm throbbing so badly that he felt sick and every movement of his body caused his muscles to scream in protest to the abuse they’d suffered the night before. Next to him in the bed was an empty space, the indentation of where Ben had slept still warm. Shuffling round, his head spinning and nausea threatening to overcome him when he brushed his arm on the sheet, he glanced at the clock, it was nearly eight o’clock, Ben must still be here and getting ready to go to work.
Moving as slowly as he could, Jim pushed back the bedding and eased himself into a sitting position, swallowing convulsively as he fought to prevent himself being sick on the floor. Taking a few deep breaths, he managed to get it under control before he pushed himself onto his feet and staggered across the room to the bathroom, the spinning in his head getting more evident the further he went. Entering the pristine white room, he paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he waited for the world to stop doing a tango in his head. Once he felt the dancers slow to a waltz, he stumbled over to the toilet, managing to pull by the seat just in time. He heaved, his body bent nearly double as he spewed out the acid and bile that was all that remained in him after the previous evenings activities. Closing his eyes, he rested his head against the top of the cistern, he didn’t dare collapse onto the floor, he didn’t think he’d be able to get up again if he did.
Once more he waited for the world to stop rotating, his mind screaming at him to go back to bed and sink into oblivion. Pushing himself upright, he grabbed hold of the sink and lifted his head to the mirror. He didn’t like what he saw, he looked haggard; his skin had a greyish tinge while his eyes were sunken and dull with pain. Opening the bathroom cabinet, he pulled out the packet of painkillers that he kept hidden there, nearly blacking out at the pain that shot up his arm as he pushed them out of their foil wrapper, his fingers fumbling as he filled the tooth mug with water. Then slowly he placed them in his mouth and took a swig of water, swallowing as quickly as possible, hating the taste, but needing the relief they would hopeful give him.
A noise made him look up at the mirror, there behind him, reflected in the mirror was Ben, his eyes cold and hard, no remorse for what he had done showing on his face. Slowly Jim turned to face him, his fear causing his heart to race. Smiling tightly, Ben reached out one hand and caressed Jim’s face, stroking his thumb down his cheek before leaning in and kissing him. His kiss soft at first but quickly hardening as he forced his tongue into his mouth, biting down on Jim’s lower lip causing already tender skin to split and bleed. Breaking the kiss, he frowned, the taste repelling him.
Now his attitude changed yet again, gently he scooped Jim up and carried him to their bed, settling him back against the pillows, pulling up the bedding and tucking him in. Sitting down on the edge of the bed he once more reached out and stroked Jim’s cheek, not noticing how tense he was. Smiling, Ben told Jim to stay in bed, he’d tell his immediate superior that he was unwell; the man wouldn’t question the boss’ son, if he said Jim was ill, Jim was ill. Getting to his feet he told him he’d be back by five at the latest and that he wasn’t to try and do anything, he had already tidied up the kitchen and the living room. When he came home he’d bring something with him to treat the evidence of Jim’s punishment. Bending over he kissed Jim again before leaving the room, Jim holding his breath as he waited, his ears pricked for the slam of the front door being closed. Once it came, he slowly relaxed, and the tears started to flow. He couldn’t remain here, he needed to get away, he needed to escape from this animal who called himself his boyfriend. Flexing his fingers he gasped as an intense pain shot up his arm, looking down at his right arm, he winced, the burn looked awful, red, angry and wet, something he knew wasn’t good.
Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 7b
Date: 2011-11-27 08:18 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 7b
Date: 2011-11-27 02:05 pm (UTC)Also, I love the way that you write Evil Ben. Having him gently caress Jim like he "loves" him, even though he treats him like a possession. And Jim in this state just breaks my heart. He's so vulnerable and hurt and desperately wants to get out of this relationship.
*gets down on one knee* Please don't be creeped out but will you please marry me?
Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 7b
Date: 2011-11-27 04:33 pm (UTC)Hahaha, I don't think my husband would agree to that.
Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 7b
Date: 2011-11-27 03:22 pm (UTC)Come on Larry!! Go to the coffee shop!
Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 7b
Date: 2011-11-27 04:34 pm (UTC)Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 8
Date: 2011-11-28 07:24 am (UTC)Taking his change from the girl, Larry picked up his plate and cup and made his way over to where Jim was sat, a cold untouched cappuccino stood on the table in front of him. When Larry put his things down Jim jumped, and nervously lifted his face to see who it was. Larry’s happiness evaporated at the sight that met his eyes, what had happened. Sitting down, he searched his face, his eyes were red and puffy from crying, and he looked like fresh tears weren’t very far from the surface, his eyes shone with unshed tears. But that wasn’t all; his skin looked pallid and had an unhealthy greyish tinge. He’d been ok the day before, what had happened in the last twenty-four hours, what had Ben done to him.
Reaching out his hand, Larry carefully touched Jim’s hand, his heart breaking as he snatched his hand away, his face creasing up in pain as he did so, fresh tears starting to trickle down his cheeks. It was then that Larry realised that Jim didn’t actually have his right arm in the sleeve of his coat. and he also saw that he was doing his best to keep the material from touching his skin.
Getting to his feet, Larry moved himself and his chair around the table so he could sit down next to Jim. Then being careful not to touch him, he gently lifted the edge of his coat away from his arm. And gasped. The sight that met him was terrible, the skin on his arm was raw and angry looking with blood seeping through in places, and if he didn’t know better he’d have said from the shape of the burn that it had been done by an iron.
Lifting his head to look at Jim’s face, Larry knew what he had to ask him, he didn’t want to, but he had to know if what he thought must have happened, had happened. Taking Jim’s left hand in his right, he asked him if it was Ben who had done this to him. Dropping his head, Jim tried to hide his face from Larry, he was scared, he didn’t dare tell anyone who had done this to him, Ben would say that he’d had an accident and everyone would believe him.
Suddenly Jim tried to get to his feet, he shouldn’t have been so stupid as to think he could escape from Ben, he was trapped forever with a man whom he feared and despised. But Larry couldn’t let Jim go back to such a man, he was afraid that next time he might kill him.
Turning his head towards the girl at the counter, he beckoned her over, he knew that he needed to get Jim to the nearest hospital but she might just know what he should do before he took him there. Arriving at the table, she gave him an enquiring look, a look that turned to horror as he pulled back Jim’s coat to reveal his forearm. Once Larry had asked her what he wanted, she nodded and hurried back over to the counter, returning a few minutes later with a roll of cling film. Then while Larry gently held Jim’s arm still, she carefully wrapped it loosely around his arm, tearing off the end and pressing it together.
Then Larry helped Jim to his feet, and guided him out of the café and into the street to a taxi that was waiting in the nearby taxi rank. Within fifteen minutes they had arrived at the hospital. And it was there as he heard the verdict of the doctors that Larry decided that it was time for Ben to pay for what he had done to Jim. And the someone who did that would be him.
Re: Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 8
Date: 2011-11-29 01:29 am (UTC)Anyway, I look forward to finding new fills on this fic everyday. I absolutely love it. I can't wait to see how Larry fixes this. He will be able to fix it...right?
Fill: Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim, Ben/Jim NC-17 (violence, non-con later on) 9
Date: 2011-11-29 06:35 am (UTC)It was nearing midnight by the time Jim had been made comfortable in a side ward in the hospital. He had been seen by a burns specialist and his wounds had been treated as best as they could be at the present time. Whether he would need a skin graft or not would not be able to be decided until a later date when they had seen how badly he would be scarred. Having seen him settled in bed and having gained the hospitals reassurances that he would be kept safe from any attempts of Ben’s to get to him, Larry left the hospital. Getting a taxi home, he knew that he needed to get a good nights sleep if he was going to do what he had planned the next day.
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The clock on the church in the market place had just finished striking ten the next morning when Larry made his way across the road from the bus station to the building that held the offices of Willbond Industries. He had already rung the hospital to find out how Jim was, and had to admit that he was relieved to find that he had had a reasonably good night and was due to see the burns specialist again that afternoon. Larry had every intention of being there to hear his verdict.
Pushing his way through the sparklingly clean glass doors, he was struck by how pristine the reception area and the forum looked. He wasn’t sure if he found it a bit over done, he was sure that it must be a slightly scary place to be at first. Stopping just inside the doors, he paused for a few moments; he knew that he was going to have to be very careful if he was going to get to Ben’s office without being stopped. Within five minutes Larry had made his move and was in the lift going up to the third floor, Jim had told him how to get to the man’s office, now he just had to hope that he was actually in his office.
Arriving at the office door, Larry was pleased to see that the door had Ben’s name printed on it. Quietly he opened it and slipped inside only to find that the room he had entered was empty. Glancing around he decided that he was probably in the secretary’s office and that his office would be through the door to one side of the desk. Sidling his way across to that door, Larry carefully placed his ear against it and listened. On the other side he could hear what sounded like two voices, male voices. Taking a deep breath, he took a firm hold of the door handle and turned it, pushing it open and stepping inside.
Inside the room Larry found himself facing two men, both of whom fell silent when they saw him. One of them was Ben, and the other if looks were anything to go by must be his father. Seeing who had come in, Ben reached for his phone only for Larry to get his hand to it first. Staring Ben down, he asked him if he knew where Jim was. Pulling back, Ben frowned before saying that Jim was at home in bed, looking over at his father, a smirk blooming across his lips. That look made Larry snap,
“Wrong”
You have no idea where he is, and I bet you don’t even care. Snarling, Ben, pulled back his fist, ready to thump Matt, only for his fathers hand to grab his arm and stop him. Turning his face to Larry he asked him what he meant, Jim was at home, he had been for the last two days. Shaking his head, Larry told him that Jim wasn’t there, he was in the local hospital, and he’d been there since the previous afternoon.
Turning his head to look at Ben, his father raised a questioning eyebrow at him, before asking him if Larry was telling him the truth. Moving over to stare out of the window, Ben told his father he didn’t know where Jim was, he’d been at home when he’d left the house the previous day, but he hadn’t been there when he’d returned home. He was worried about his mate, but he had no idea where he had gone. Giving his son a long calculating look, Mr Willbond senior, turned back to Larry and asked him why Jim was in hospital. Under his intense gaze, Larry found himself wondering if this had been such a good idea, but he knew he had to do this for Jim’s sake.
Having asked the man if they could sit down, he made himself as comfortable as he could with Ben glaring at him, and after he had swallowed nervously, he started to tell the older man everything he knew.
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