FICLET: "Knock-Out" (Verbotene Liebe)
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lobelia321Episode reaction ficlet (or whatever the technical term for this is) to Verbotene Liebe, 4.08.08 (and with English subtitles here. As (sort of) desired by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maggie33 *gg*.
Title: Knock-Out
Author: Melobelia321
Fandom: Verbotene Liebe
Words: Not all that many.
Language: Prose in English. Dialogue in German. Translation at the end.
Pairing: Guess!!
Rating: 18, I should think.
Brief note ETA: A lot of people are squeeing over tonight's cute episode but I was left very worried. Hence t'darkness herein.
Warning: Violent.
ETA Warning:thelana suggested I up the ante on the warnings so: this is violent and this is dark and this has sexual violence in it. What exactly this sexual violence consists in, I leave to the reader to decide. I have my own ideas on this but don't want to spoiler anyone else's. I also don't think that last night's episode was cute and lovey but very worrying, threatening and spooky. So that may explain some things in this fic...
"Du kleine dreckige Schwuchtel, du," whispered Axel. His Currywurst-breath was inches away from Ollie's face. Flecks of sweat dripped from Axel's twisted lips onto Ollie's skin.
"Mensch, Axel..." began Ollie but then he didn't say anything for a long time because the world had suddenly turned very painful.
Everything turned and tumbled. The floor was upside down. The ceiling was downside up. In between, oranges and chairs and dishcloths whirled, and somewhere there was liquid, it was in his mouth, he didn't know how it had got there. It tasted of blood.
He tried to say "Scheiße", and a bit later, he tried to say "Nicht, bitte nicht", but for some reason, his voice wasn't making any sound.
Glass dug into his cheek, shards of it. Where had it come from?
There were no sounds. Only the rush of his blood in his ears. And an odd thumping, as if from very far away.
Axel's face wheeled in and out of his vision. Axel's mouth was moving but no words came out. A bubble gurgled at the back of Ollie's throat.
Then his teeth hit the floor, his arms were yanked backwards and his trousers were dragged down, and he knew what was coming next.
"Du Scheißkerl, du--" And then nothing, just a loud crash, noise whooshed into Ollie's head, shouting, screaming, the relentless crunch of bone on bone. He turned over; everything hurt; and there was Christian, standing over Axel, and laying into him, punch after punch after punch.
"Christian," Ollie whispered. He spat blood.
Punch after punch. Axel twitched and rolled over. His trousers were down around his knees; his arse cheeks streaked with red. He'd been rolling in the broken glass. He'd been rolling in the bottle that he had himself smashed against Ollie's temple.
"Chris... Christian."
"Ollie!" Christian fell against him, as if in a trance. His eyes were wild. "Was hat er mit dir gemacht?"
As if through a veil, Ollie saw that Christian wasn't wearing any clothes. His chest smelled of bathing salts.
"Ich glaube..." Ollie coughed up half a tooth. "Ich glaube, der ist nur eifersüchtig."
"Eifersüchtig? Spinnst du? Der hat dich hier fast alle gemacht...!"
"Nee, hör mal zu." But Ollie's head swam. His voice wavered and went dizzy.
Through blurry eyes, he saw Christian get up.
Christian looked down at Ollie, then he looked down at Axel. "Okay," Christian said. "Wer zuerst?"
Axel moved on the ground. Splinters of glass tinkled off his back. "Ihr Arschwichser," he gasped. "Euch krieg ich noch. Euch--"
"Ach, halt die Klappe und bück dich," hissed Christian, and Ollie had never heard him sound like this. It frightened him, to hear Christian hiss at Axel like this. It suddenly reminded him that Christian had been to prison, that there were things that Christian had seen and done but never talked about.
And then Axel turned over, both eyes a black-and-blue mess, nose askew, lips in a sneer, and that frightened Ollie even more.
"Los," spat Christian, "Hose runter. Ganz runter." He turned to Ollie. "Deine auch."
"Was? Christian, lass das. Christian..."
But Christian's face was shuttered, his breath came in twisted gasps. He bent down towards Ollie but then Ollie heard a rasping voice, Axel's voice:
"Nein. Ich. Ich zuerst."
A strange grin curled Christian's lips. "Ich hab's doch fast geahnt. Erst im Ring, und jetzt..."
"Christian," said Ollie. "Axel. Hört auf mit dem Scheiß."
But nobody was listening. Axel was on all fours, slithering in pools of his own blood, his hands tight around the legs of a fallen chair, his shaven skull pressed against the floor, and his arse pumping, pumping, pumping, in a relentless rhythm, hard against Christian's thighs. Christian's fingers hard against Axel's flesh, digging into the skin above his hip bones, trying to hold him still just like he tried to hold Ollie still in bed but Axel was too fast and too wild. Glass slid everywhere, and knees, and groans.
"Nein," Ollie whispered. He closed his eyes but he could still hear.
"Ja." That was Axel's voice, tight and high. "Ja. Ja. Du dreckige... Schwuchtel... ja. Oh."
Eins, Ollie counted to himself. Zwei. Drei. Vier.
"Und noch mal, und noch mal, ja..."
Neun. Zehn. Ollie opened his eyes.
Christian was looking at him. Christian's eyes glittered like shards of bottled glass. His dick hung limp. Axel slumped limply.
"Und jetzt," Christian said, "jetzt du."
Knock-Out.
THE END.
4 August 2008
Du kleine dreckige Schwuchtel, du = you little filthy fudgepacker
Mensch, Axel = come on, Axel
"Scheiße", "Nicht, bitte nicht" = shit; no, please no
Du Scheißkerl, du = you bastard
Was hat er mit dir gemacht? = what's he done to you?
Ich glaube, der ist nur eifersüchtig. = I think he's just jealous
"Eifersüchtig? Spinnst du? Der hat dich hier fast alle gemacht...!" = Jealous? Are you insane? He nearly killed you...!
Nee, hör mal zu. = No, listen.
Okay, wer zuerst? = Okay, who first?
Ihr Arschwichser. Euch krieg ich noch. = You arse wankers. I'll get you, just wait.
"Ach, halt die Klappe und bück dich," = Oh shut up and bend over.
"Los. Hose runter. Ganz runter. Deine auch." - Come on. Trousers down. All the way down. Yours, too.
Christian, lass das. = Christian, stop this.
Ich zuerst. = Me first.
Ich hab's doch fast geahnt. Erst im Ring, und jetzt.. = I almost thought so. First in the ring, and now...
Hört auf mit dem Scheiß. = Stop fucking round.
Nein. = No.
Ja. Ja, ja. Du dreckige Schwuchtel. = Yes. Yes, yes. You filthy faggot.
Eins, zwei, drei, vier. = 1, 2, 3, 4
Und noch mal = and again
Neun, zehn. = 9, 10
Und jetzt... jetzt du. = And now... now you.
maggie33 *gg*.Title: Knock-Out
Author: Me
lobelia321Fandom: Verbotene Liebe
Words: Not all that many.
Language: Prose in English. Dialogue in German. Translation at the end.
Pairing: Guess!!
Rating: 18, I should think.
Brief note ETA: A lot of people are squeeing over tonight's cute episode but I was left very worried. Hence t'darkness herein.
Warning: Violent.
ETA Warning:
thelana suggested I up the ante on the warnings so: this is violent and this is dark and this has sexual violence in it. What exactly this sexual violence consists in, I leave to the reader to decide. I have my own ideas on this but don't want to spoiler anyone else's. I also don't think that last night's episode was cute and lovey but very worrying, threatening and spooky. So that may explain some things in this fic..."Du kleine dreckige Schwuchtel, du," whispered Axel. His Currywurst-breath was inches away from Ollie's face. Flecks of sweat dripped from Axel's twisted lips onto Ollie's skin.
"Mensch, Axel..." began Ollie but then he didn't say anything for a long time because the world had suddenly turned very painful.
Everything turned and tumbled. The floor was upside down. The ceiling was downside up. In between, oranges and chairs and dishcloths whirled, and somewhere there was liquid, it was in his mouth, he didn't know how it had got there. It tasted of blood.
He tried to say "Scheiße", and a bit later, he tried to say "Nicht, bitte nicht", but for some reason, his voice wasn't making any sound.
Glass dug into his cheek, shards of it. Where had it come from?
There were no sounds. Only the rush of his blood in his ears. And an odd thumping, as if from very far away.
Axel's face wheeled in and out of his vision. Axel's mouth was moving but no words came out. A bubble gurgled at the back of Ollie's throat.
Then his teeth hit the floor, his arms were yanked backwards and his trousers were dragged down, and he knew what was coming next.
"Du Scheißkerl, du--" And then nothing, just a loud crash, noise whooshed into Ollie's head, shouting, screaming, the relentless crunch of bone on bone. He turned over; everything hurt; and there was Christian, standing over Axel, and laying into him, punch after punch after punch.
"Christian," Ollie whispered. He spat blood.
Punch after punch. Axel twitched and rolled over. His trousers were down around his knees; his arse cheeks streaked with red. He'd been rolling in the broken glass. He'd been rolling in the bottle that he had himself smashed against Ollie's temple.
"Chris... Christian."
"Ollie!" Christian fell against him, as if in a trance. His eyes were wild. "Was hat er mit dir gemacht?"
As if through a veil, Ollie saw that Christian wasn't wearing any clothes. His chest smelled of bathing salts.
"Ich glaube..." Ollie coughed up half a tooth. "Ich glaube, der ist nur eifersüchtig."
"Eifersüchtig? Spinnst du? Der hat dich hier fast alle gemacht...!"
"Nee, hör mal zu." But Ollie's head swam. His voice wavered and went dizzy.
Through blurry eyes, he saw Christian get up.
Christian looked down at Ollie, then he looked down at Axel. "Okay," Christian said. "Wer zuerst?"
Axel moved on the ground. Splinters of glass tinkled off his back. "Ihr Arschwichser," he gasped. "Euch krieg ich noch. Euch--"
"Ach, halt die Klappe und bück dich," hissed Christian, and Ollie had never heard him sound like this. It frightened him, to hear Christian hiss at Axel like this. It suddenly reminded him that Christian had been to prison, that there were things that Christian had seen and done but never talked about.
And then Axel turned over, both eyes a black-and-blue mess, nose askew, lips in a sneer, and that frightened Ollie even more.
"Los," spat Christian, "Hose runter. Ganz runter." He turned to Ollie. "Deine auch."
"Was? Christian, lass das. Christian..."
But Christian's face was shuttered, his breath came in twisted gasps. He bent down towards Ollie but then Ollie heard a rasping voice, Axel's voice:
"Nein. Ich. Ich zuerst."
A strange grin curled Christian's lips. "Ich hab's doch fast geahnt. Erst im Ring, und jetzt..."
"Christian," said Ollie. "Axel. Hört auf mit dem Scheiß."
But nobody was listening. Axel was on all fours, slithering in pools of his own blood, his hands tight around the legs of a fallen chair, his shaven skull pressed against the floor, and his arse pumping, pumping, pumping, in a relentless rhythm, hard against Christian's thighs. Christian's fingers hard against Axel's flesh, digging into the skin above his hip bones, trying to hold him still just like he tried to hold Ollie still in bed but Axel was too fast and too wild. Glass slid everywhere, and knees, and groans.
"Nein," Ollie whispered. He closed his eyes but he could still hear.
"Ja." That was Axel's voice, tight and high. "Ja. Ja. Du dreckige... Schwuchtel... ja. Oh."
Eins, Ollie counted to himself. Zwei. Drei. Vier.
"Und noch mal, und noch mal, ja..."
Neun. Zehn. Ollie opened his eyes.
Christian was looking at him. Christian's eyes glittered like shards of bottled glass. His dick hung limp. Axel slumped limply.
"Und jetzt," Christian said, "jetzt du."
Knock-Out.
THE END.
4 August 2008
Du kleine dreckige Schwuchtel, du = you little filthy fudgepacker
Mensch, Axel = come on, Axel
"Scheiße", "Nicht, bitte nicht" = shit; no, please no
Du Scheißkerl, du = you bastard
Was hat er mit dir gemacht? = what's he done to you?
Ich glaube, der ist nur eifersüchtig. = I think he's just jealous
"Eifersüchtig? Spinnst du? Der hat dich hier fast alle gemacht...!" = Jealous? Are you insane? He nearly killed you...!
Nee, hör mal zu. = No, listen.
Okay, wer zuerst? = Okay, who first?
Ihr Arschwichser. Euch krieg ich noch. = You arse wankers. I'll get you, just wait.
"Ach, halt die Klappe und bück dich," = Oh shut up and bend over.
"Los. Hose runter. Ganz runter. Deine auch." - Come on. Trousers down. All the way down. Yours, too.
Christian, lass das. = Christian, stop this.
Ich zuerst. = Me first.
Ich hab's doch fast geahnt. Erst im Ring, und jetzt.. = I almost thought so. First in the ring, and now...
Hört auf mit dem Scheiß. = Stop fucking round.
Nein. = No.
Ja. Ja, ja. Du dreckige Schwuchtel. = Yes. Yes, yes. You filthy faggot.
Eins, zwei, drei, vier. = 1, 2, 3, 4
Und noch mal = and again
Neun, zehn. = 9, 10
Und jetzt... jetzt du. = And now... now you.
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Date: 2008-08-05 10:54 pm (UTC)i really can't find the words to describe this, lol
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