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rinkhcTitle: Partner
Fandom: Castle
Prompt: Hostages
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,269
Summary: Ryan and Esposito are held captive
Content Notes: Torture. Rape. NonCon.
A stream of obscenities in Spanish roused Ryan, he dragged his head up and looked around. “Damn it, let me go! You bastard, if you’ve hurt him, if he’s dead, I’m going to…” A fist hitting flesh stopped Javier’s rant. Ryan tried to rouse himself fully out of the stupor he was in, but it was proving to be difficult. Only his anger at someone hurting his partner had given him the energy he needed to open his eyes and lift his head.
“Javier, stop.” Blood splattered out in a stream as he coughed out the words. Javier was still fussing across the room, so he tried again. “Be quiet, please buddy. Don’t make it worse, man.” Esposito suddenly fell silent. That was good; fighting them would only make them turn on Javier. Ryan knew; he’d tried that when they first dragged him in here. He was chained to a wall, naked, bruised and bloody. If he made it out of this, which he doubted he would, he foresaw months or perhaps years of therapy to get past the indignities that had been heaped on him. His captor enjoyed inflicting pain.
He could barely see, his vision was gone in one eye and blurred in the other. His gut was on fire, every breath he took felt like he was inhaling glass. All his pain faded to the background as he realized they were hurting his partner. He could hear Esposito’s low pitched sounds of distress from across the room. He could hear them hitting Javier. He hoped they didn’t rape him too, he hoped they hadn’t already done so.
Pain flared up from his groin. He whimpered and tried to ignore it, but it was almost impossible. A hand grabbed his hair and yanked his head up. “Still breathing, meat?”
Still possessing enough ire at his captor to offer a mild token of resistance, Kevin spat a wad of gore at his tormentor. The man was a hulk, ugly as sin, and he had a cock like a steel rod. Ryan knew because he’d pulled it out and whacked off while he was applying the hot needles to Kevin’s scrotum. The guy had threatened to cut his dick off, he’d pressed a blade to him and cut him. Looking down, all Kevin could see was a bloody mess. It was possible he was bleeding to death. He shifted his leg slightly, wondering if the asshole had made good on his threat. He breathed a labored sigh of relief; his cock was still there, he’d shifted the position slightly. Unfortunately, now that portion of his anatomy was on fire.
He tried to ignore the memory of the knives against the tender flesh of his privates. He’d never in his life met anyone that enjoyed another person’s pain the way their captor did while cutting and piercing him.
He let out a scream as the man reached down and grabbed his balls, twisting them and letting go with a low laugh. “You want some more of that? I can give you more of that. Yeah, you’ve got a little left in you. Give it to me, meat. I want your pain. You want me to fuck you again? Huh?” He let out a yelp as the guy grabbed his abused cock and yanked hard, squeezing tightly.
When the guy let go, Ryan hunched over, dragging his chains down around himself as he tried to huddle in on himself as he coughed and whimpered.
“That yours, over there? That your fuck buddy?” Tall dark and ugly asked, twisting Ryan’s head around so that he could see Esposito. His partner was hanging in chains, blood running from his nose, down his chin. He was watching Kevin with wide and panicked eyes. His lips moved, he was saying Kevin’s name, repeatedly.
“He’s next, meat. After I finish carving on you and fucking you raw, I’m going to play with him. His as big as yours?”
His partner was in trouble, under threat. Until that moment, Ryan had never understood the phrase “saw red.” Of their own volition, his hands came up. The chains attached to the cuffs clasped around Kevin’s wrists, holding him to the wall, were suddenly wrapped around the asshole’s neck, and Ryan was leaning back with his full weight, strangling the man.
He had to die. He was hurting Javier.
He gasped for breath as he was slammed into the wall, a last effort by the tormentor to get free. Kevin’s lungs were on fire, but he had nothing left to lose. He suspected that he was dying; the wounds that had been inflicted on him were probably mortal ones. He was bleeding heavily, inside and out. But he’d take his killer with him. And maybe he’d spare Javier the same treatment. He could bear the physical pain, but the agony of knowing Javier was next, that had been too much. Rational thought fled under the barrage of a berserker.
The man slumped, dead. His weight was now pinning Kevin to the wall. So much weight; the corpse, the chains, the pain, duty - Kevin was tired. He felt the rage dissipate, he couldn’t hold onto it anymore. With the rage went the last of his strength. He slumped limply against the wall.
“Javier,” he whispered raggedly. He was choking on the blood in his throat.
“Kevin, don’t give in, please, stay with me. Please,” Javier shouted from across the room.
Javier’s voice was strong; there was panic in it, but no pain. That was good. He’d be okay until help got to them. His partner would make it through this. That was the important thing.
“They’re coming, Kevin!” There was a rattle of chains, and Javier screamed at him. “Stay with me! Don’t you hear that? That’s our backup! They found us. Kevin, open your eyes. Just a little longer, buddy. Don’t leave me!”
With those words, the last of Kevin’s agony evaporated. Javier would be safe now. That was all that mattered. He let the blackness swallow him. The pain wouldn’t bother him in the blackness.
~*~
A persistent electronic pinging somewhere over his head was annoying him, jostling him from a warm and comfortable sleep. It irked him enough that he opened his eyes.
“Can you hear me? Blink if you hear me, Detective Ryan.”
He blinked.
“Oh, thank God.” He heard his partner say.
“What happened?” Ryan’s mouth felt like he’d been sucking on cotton balls. Otherwise, he didn’t feel very much, except chilled. He shivered.
Beside the doctor, Javier was leaning over him, concern on his face. “You don’t remember?”
“Captured, tortured, stranger handling my junk?”
Esposito frowned and nodded. “Yeah, you remember.”
The doctor nudged Javier aside slightly. “How is your pain level?”
“I don’t really feel anything. I’m numb all over.”
“That’s good. Your surgery went well, you should recover fully from the damages.” The doctor moved away to take readings from the machines.
“I thought we lost you,” Javier said, squeezing Kevin’s arm.
He smiled dopily. “You okay?”
“Yeah, a little bruised, but I’ll be fine. I’m sorry about all this, you were right, we should have waited for backup.”
“Next time, you’ll listen to me.” He was getting sleepy, it was hard to keep his eyes open. He blinked up at Javier. “Sleepy.”
Javier patted his arm. “Don’t fight the drugs. You rest. We’ll talk later. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Ryan didn’t doubt it. He closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.
The End
Notes: : Hurt Comfort Fill: Hostages
Kink bingo: Genital Torture
This is a remix of a Stargate Atlantis story I did last year for the same kink prompt. Agony
Fandom: Castle
Prompt: Hostages
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,269
Summary: Ryan and Esposito are held captive
Content Notes: Torture. Rape. NonCon.
A stream of obscenities in Spanish roused Ryan, he dragged his head up and looked around. “Damn it, let me go! You bastard, if you’ve hurt him, if he’s dead, I’m going to…” A fist hitting flesh stopped Javier’s rant. Ryan tried to rouse himself fully out of the stupor he was in, but it was proving to be difficult. Only his anger at someone hurting his partner had given him the energy he needed to open his eyes and lift his head.
“Javier, stop.” Blood splattered out in a stream as he coughed out the words. Javier was still fussing across the room, so he tried again. “Be quiet, please buddy. Don’t make it worse, man.” Esposito suddenly fell silent. That was good; fighting them would only make them turn on Javier. Ryan knew; he’d tried that when they first dragged him in here. He was chained to a wall, naked, bruised and bloody. If he made it out of this, which he doubted he would, he foresaw months or perhaps years of therapy to get past the indignities that had been heaped on him. His captor enjoyed inflicting pain.
He could barely see, his vision was gone in one eye and blurred in the other. His gut was on fire, every breath he took felt like he was inhaling glass. All his pain faded to the background as he realized they were hurting his partner. He could hear Esposito’s low pitched sounds of distress from across the room. He could hear them hitting Javier. He hoped they didn’t rape him too, he hoped they hadn’t already done so.
Pain flared up from his groin. He whimpered and tried to ignore it, but it was almost impossible. A hand grabbed his hair and yanked his head up. “Still breathing, meat?”
Still possessing enough ire at his captor to offer a mild token of resistance, Kevin spat a wad of gore at his tormentor. The man was a hulk, ugly as sin, and he had a cock like a steel rod. Ryan knew because he’d pulled it out and whacked off while he was applying the hot needles to Kevin’s scrotum. The guy had threatened to cut his dick off, he’d pressed a blade to him and cut him. Looking down, all Kevin could see was a bloody mess. It was possible he was bleeding to death. He shifted his leg slightly, wondering if the asshole had made good on his threat. He breathed a labored sigh of relief; his cock was still there, he’d shifted the position slightly. Unfortunately, now that portion of his anatomy was on fire.
He tried to ignore the memory of the knives against the tender flesh of his privates. He’d never in his life met anyone that enjoyed another person’s pain the way their captor did while cutting and piercing him.
He let out a scream as the man reached down and grabbed his balls, twisting them and letting go with a low laugh. “You want some more of that? I can give you more of that. Yeah, you’ve got a little left in you. Give it to me, meat. I want your pain. You want me to fuck you again? Huh?” He let out a yelp as the guy grabbed his abused cock and yanked hard, squeezing tightly.
When the guy let go, Ryan hunched over, dragging his chains down around himself as he tried to huddle in on himself as he coughed and whimpered.
“That yours, over there? That your fuck buddy?” Tall dark and ugly asked, twisting Ryan’s head around so that he could see Esposito. His partner was hanging in chains, blood running from his nose, down his chin. He was watching Kevin with wide and panicked eyes. His lips moved, he was saying Kevin’s name, repeatedly.
“He’s next, meat. After I finish carving on you and fucking you raw, I’m going to play with him. His as big as yours?”
His partner was in trouble, under threat. Until that moment, Ryan had never understood the phrase “saw red.” Of their own volition, his hands came up. The chains attached to the cuffs clasped around Kevin’s wrists, holding him to the wall, were suddenly wrapped around the asshole’s neck, and Ryan was leaning back with his full weight, strangling the man.
He had to die. He was hurting Javier.
He gasped for breath as he was slammed into the wall, a last effort by the tormentor to get free. Kevin’s lungs were on fire, but he had nothing left to lose. He suspected that he was dying; the wounds that had been inflicted on him were probably mortal ones. He was bleeding heavily, inside and out. But he’d take his killer with him. And maybe he’d spare Javier the same treatment. He could bear the physical pain, but the agony of knowing Javier was next, that had been too much. Rational thought fled under the barrage of a berserker.
The man slumped, dead. His weight was now pinning Kevin to the wall. So much weight; the corpse, the chains, the pain, duty - Kevin was tired. He felt the rage dissipate, he couldn’t hold onto it anymore. With the rage went the last of his strength. He slumped limply against the wall.
“Javier,” he whispered raggedly. He was choking on the blood in his throat.
“Kevin, don’t give in, please, stay with me. Please,” Javier shouted from across the room.
Javier’s voice was strong; there was panic in it, but no pain. That was good. He’d be okay until help got to them. His partner would make it through this. That was the important thing.
“They’re coming, Kevin!” There was a rattle of chains, and Javier screamed at him. “Stay with me! Don’t you hear that? That’s our backup! They found us. Kevin, open your eyes. Just a little longer, buddy. Don’t leave me!”
With those words, the last of Kevin’s agony evaporated. Javier would be safe now. That was all that mattered. He let the blackness swallow him. The pain wouldn’t bother him in the blackness.
A persistent electronic pinging somewhere over his head was annoying him, jostling him from a warm and comfortable sleep. It irked him enough that he opened his eyes.
“Can you hear me? Blink if you hear me, Detective Ryan.”
He blinked.
“Oh, thank God.” He heard his partner say.
“What happened?” Ryan’s mouth felt like he’d been sucking on cotton balls. Otherwise, he didn’t feel very much, except chilled. He shivered.
Beside the doctor, Javier was leaning over him, concern on his face. “You don’t remember?”
“Captured, tortured, stranger handling my junk?”
Esposito frowned and nodded. “Yeah, you remember.”
The doctor nudged Javier aside slightly. “How is your pain level?”
“I don’t really feel anything. I’m numb all over.”
“That’s good. Your surgery went well, you should recover fully from the damages.” The doctor moved away to take readings from the machines.
“I thought we lost you,” Javier said, squeezing Kevin’s arm.
He smiled dopily. “You okay?”
“Yeah, a little bruised, but I’ll be fine. I’m sorry about all this, you were right, we should have waited for backup.”
“Next time, you’ll listen to me.” He was getting sleepy, it was hard to keep his eyes open. He blinked up at Javier. “Sleepy.”
Javier patted his arm. “Don’t fight the drugs. You rest. We’ll talk later. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Ryan didn’t doubt it. He closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.
The End
Notes: : Hurt Comfort Fill: Hostages
Kink bingo: Genital Torture
This is a remix of a Stargate Atlantis story I did last year for the same kink prompt. Agony