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Sweet Dreams: Some of Them Want to Abuse You	By : RnH Category: +M to R > Matantei Loki Ragnarok Views: 2885 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Sweet Dreams: Some of Them Want to Abuse You

Author: Ryo Hoshi

Summary: Heimdall with Loki at his (nonexistant) mercy.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): Heimdall/Loki; hints of Heimdall/Mayura and Loki/Mayura

Feedback: Please

Characters: Heimdall, Loki

Author�s notes: Um. This was an attempt to get rid of a plot bunny that was very dark. It hasn't worked. This is also part of a set of four lemons connected by theme only...

Disclaimer: Matantei Loki Ragnarok belongs to Sakura Kinoshita. I do not own it, and am not making a profit off of this story.
This contains evilsadist!Heimdall. Non-con and tort should, really, be no surprise.

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Sweet Dreams : Some of Them Want to Abuse You
~ By Ryo Hoshi ~
     It was a simple room, designed more for utility than comfort, but Heimdall didn't mind. He was used to only having the basics, and he thought it was more important that the one who shared the room with him couldn't escape him by any means.
     Of course, Heimdall didn't think that, even now, even like this, Loki would commit suicide. He'd allowed his captive to have some hope, by keeping him ignorant of events outside of this one, bare room. No, crushing all hope of rescue could wait until he was ready to finish this game he was playing.
     It'd make such a delightful final blow to his enemy's psyche, to tell him that his friends and family had all forgotten him -- that they'd never even realized that he had been captured before they'd forgotten him completely. The best part was that it was almost perfectly true -- the only one to remember him even slightly had been that human girl who'd been following him around...and he was enjoying 'comforting' her.
     Perhaps he'd also tell Loki about that, let him know how Heimdall had taken that role Loki had desired -- and how wonderful a lover she was... Of course, once Loki was dead, there would be no reason to continue it. After all, he was only doing it because Loki loved her.
     But not yet; he wasn't ready to have Loki's misery end... There was so much more for him to do to Loki.
     With a nasty grin, he kicked his sleeping captive in the ribs. It was so much fun to be back in his true form -- he could put enough force into the kick that he knew it hurt Loki. He'd even deliberately aimed for one of other god's bruises, something easily enough done since he'd long since stripped Loki.
     Loki woke up almost instantly -- he'd not been as deep a sleeper here as he used to be. One green eye glared at Heimdall from where Loki lay, wrists bound behind him and a collar around his neck binding his powers and holding him in his own true form. The other eye was gone -- the socket open, the skin around it still covered with dried blood.
     Heimdall had made sure that Loki had been conscious enough to watch him, as he used the eye he'd just taken from his captive to replace the eye his captive had stolen. He wanted to make sure that Loki knew, and would be reminded whenever he saw his captor's face...
     A second kick reminded Loki of his position, getting him to stop glaring with a cry of pain. It was not because Heimdall didn't like Loki's defiance. Heimdall loved it, and enjoyed crushing it every chance that he got.
     Still, there wasn't enough time tonight to give Loki a beating for glaring at him, as much as he might want to. He had a date, and he wanted to bathe before it. Heimdall didn't want to have to explain about his 'other lover' to her...as much as that would make it easier to stop seeing her once Loki was dead, it wouldn't be worth it.
     Heimdall put the bag he'd brought with him down and started pulling things out of it, making sure that Loki was able to see them -- a jar of Vaseline and a small dildo. He grinned as Loki's remaining eye widened, and carefully pulled his gloves off.
     He slowly opened up the jar, and carefully scooped up a nice amount on his fingers. Heimdall looked over at Loki thoughtfully. He really didn't have as much time for this as he'd planned -- he'd have to save experimentation for another time.
     Well, it wasn't like there was much important that he'd planned in the way of foreplay, anyway.
     Heimdall reached back and roughly rolled Loki, who had been lying on his side, onto his back. With careful carelessness, he rubbed the greasy cream onto Loki's anus, constantly threatening to nick (or worse) Loki's flesh but only doing so when he felt that his captive was squirming too much, or to little, or just wasn't whimpering as much as he should be...
     He snickered, running a carefully angled nail along the underside of Loki's balls. With his other hand, he freed his stiffened cock and started getting it greased. "Don't tell me that you're not looking forward to this, Loki..."
     "Bastard..." was all the reply he got -- which was quickly followed by a scream of pain, as the insulted party gouged Loki's flesh with a deft flick of his fingernail.
     "No name-calling, Loki," Heimdall said with a grin, positioning himself behind his captive. With one hand, he held Loki's hips in position while he shoved his own pants farther down -- it would be awkward to explain Loki's blood on his clothes.
     As soon as he felt that his victim had recovered enough, he thrust forward. He was rewarded with another scream from Loki, as he managed to shove his tip inside. He smirked, one hand moving on his victim's hips in a parody of a caress. "So the story that you won your freedom one time from the jotuns by letting all of the ones at the hall fuck you up the ass aren't true, after all..."
     Heimdall considered insisting Loki repeat whatever muffled, angry statement he'd just made, but decided that this time he decided that he could guess the meaning well enough. Taking a firm grip on Loki's hips, he slowly forced himself the rest of the way inside, every so often pausing, both to draw his initial conquest out and to enjoy the feel of his captive's tight hole surrounding him.
     Heimdall slightly regretted that Loki was face-down this time. He would have liked to get to watch Loki's face, and it really was a shame that his captive was able to use the thin mattress to muffle his cries... The feeling of power over his prisoner, though, was incredibly arousing, and after slowly pushing as deep into Loki as he could, he decided to pound him into the mattress.
     Experience quickly taught Heimdall how best to make sure that he stroked the right places inside his captive, to make Loki's body betray himself. Heimdall reached around and grasped his captive's stiffened cock, and started roughly jerking Loki off in time with his hips.
     "You like this, don't you?" Heimdall said with a smirk, panting. He was nearing his climax and knew that his captive as nearly there as well. Loki's only response to Heimdall's statement was a muffled whimper.
     With a snicker, he shoved himself as deeply into Loki's body as he could, making sure that he pounded the knot of nerves inside of his captive and squeezing the stiff flesh in one hand roughly.
     Loki's entire body jerked as he came with a scream, his muscles clinching convulsively around Heimdall's cock. Heimdall followed, pouring his seed into his captive's body with a groan.
     He lay on top of Loki for a few moments, enjoying his captive's last few shudders and catching his breath.
     When he decided he'd recovered enough, Heimdall pulled out of Loki roughly, who whimpered at the continued abuse. He quickly cleaned himself up, using a rag that had once been his prisoner's shirt, and readjusted his clothes before taking one last look before leaving.
     He'd noticed early that Loki's breathing caught every so often, and Heimdall felt a small thrill of pleasure when he noticed that was because his captive was sobbing almost silently. Smiling happily, he picked up the dildo and, as an afterthought, stuck it in Loki's ass before leaving.
     Heimdall woke up with a regretful sigh. It just had to all be a dream, didn't it...? At least in his reduced form, it was less obvious that he'd had a wet dream, and since Freyr was useless with housework it would be child's play to eliminate what little evidence there was.
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Notes:
     There is reason to believe that the Norse adhered to what really seemed to have been the normal ancient European feelings about homosexual anal sex. This could be summed up, somewhat flippantly, as "'Tis better to give than to receive." (In fact, this distinction lasted, to a minor extent, within the mainstream well into modern times...)
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