Prompt Chart: Non-Con
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sinderella81Title: Prompt 3: Non-Con
Rating: R
Characters: Lex/Oliver
Disclaimer: Not Mine! I just like to play!
Summary: A 'missing' scene from 'Sneeze'
Warnings: Exactly what the title is ... Non-Con ... this is not a happy one, folks
*You will be able to find all prompts both in my memories and my prompt chart
The large room was quiet, only filled with the sounds of Lex’s labored breathing. He’d been there for hours, strapped down to that hard metal table as men poked and prodded him. They’d all left, and Lex was left alone in that damn cold room.
Oliver Queen stepped out of the shadows, frustrated. They’d tried everything they could to try to find out what happened with Lex Luthor during Black Thursday, but had gotten nothing. He had no other plans, nothing more to try.
Lex groaned softly, struggling to gain control of his senses. He could hear someone else in the room, but could barely turn his head to see who was there.
“You win,” Oliver said, stepping into the light.
“Win what?” Lex said hoarsely.
“Your secrets,” Oliver said, crossing the room to stand next to Lex. “But I get the consolation prize.” He ran a single finger down Lex’s skin, giving Lex a seductive smile.
“Fuck you,” Lex gasped.
“Thank you, I think I will,” Oliver said, his hands working quickly at Lex’s clothes. “You think you’re all high and mighty, that you’re above all of us. Maybe it’s time you learned that you’re not … you’re the lowest of the low.”
Lex struggled against the restraints as he felt Oliver’s hands on him; his touches made Lex feel dirty.
Oliver pulled Lex’s shirt open and pulled Lex’s pants and underwear down, sliding his hands over Lex’s body. “You know, I always thought you needed to be brought down a notch,” he said, dropping his own pants. “Maybe this will teach you that you’re not above us all.”
Lex closed his eyes as he felt Oliver climb onto the table. With how weak he was, and being strapped to the table, there was no way he could fight him off. He bit back a scream as he felt Oliver enter him. He could feel the stretch, the painful burn – Oliver hadn’t been nice enough to stretch him or use lube.
Oliver wasn’t gentle, just bucking and thrusting until he came. He didn’t even notice or care that Lex had gone limp, not fighting. He finished quickly and climbed off Lex. He tucked himself away and released Lex’s restraints.
“You’re not who everyone thinks you are,” Oliver spat at him. “You’re just something to be used and thrown away.” With that, he left the room, leaving Lex limp and sore on the table.
Rating: R
Characters: Lex/Oliver
Disclaimer: Not Mine! I just like to play!
Summary: A 'missing' scene from 'Sneeze'
Warnings: Exactly what the title is ... Non-Con ... this is not a happy one, folks
*You will be able to find all prompts both in my memories and my prompt chart
The large room was quiet, only filled with the sounds of Lex’s labored breathing. He’d been there for hours, strapped down to that hard metal table as men poked and prodded him. They’d all left, and Lex was left alone in that damn cold room.
Oliver Queen stepped out of the shadows, frustrated. They’d tried everything they could to try to find out what happened with Lex Luthor during Black Thursday, but had gotten nothing. He had no other plans, nothing more to try.
Lex groaned softly, struggling to gain control of his senses. He could hear someone else in the room, but could barely turn his head to see who was there.
“You win,” Oliver said, stepping into the light.
“Win what?” Lex said hoarsely.
“Your secrets,” Oliver said, crossing the room to stand next to Lex. “But I get the consolation prize.” He ran a single finger down Lex’s skin, giving Lex a seductive smile.
“Fuck you,” Lex gasped.
“Thank you, I think I will,” Oliver said, his hands working quickly at Lex’s clothes. “You think you’re all high and mighty, that you’re above all of us. Maybe it’s time you learned that you’re not … you’re the lowest of the low.”
Lex struggled against the restraints as he felt Oliver’s hands on him; his touches made Lex feel dirty.
Oliver pulled Lex’s shirt open and pulled Lex’s pants and underwear down, sliding his hands over Lex’s body. “You know, I always thought you needed to be brought down a notch,” he said, dropping his own pants. “Maybe this will teach you that you’re not above us all.”
Lex closed his eyes as he felt Oliver climb onto the table. With how weak he was, and being strapped to the table, there was no way he could fight him off. He bit back a scream as he felt Oliver enter him. He could feel the stretch, the painful burn – Oliver hadn’t been nice enough to stretch him or use lube.
Oliver wasn’t gentle, just bucking and thrusting until he came. He didn’t even notice or care that Lex had gone limp, not fighting. He finished quickly and climbed off Lex. He tucked himself away and released Lex’s restraints.
“You’re not who everyone thinks you are,” Oliver spat at him. “You’re just something to be used and thrown away.” With that, he left the room, leaving Lex limp and sore on the table.
