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Lucas continues to drag Liam until the door gets kicked shut behind them. It unfortunately looks like they've walked into one of the rooms at his local shelter, but there's a creaking spring bed, so it suits the purpose. If they even make it to the bed. He just drops Liam on the ground once they've reached the middle of the room and starts pacing in front of him, trying to work up some of his old anger. In a moment, maybe he'll remember Liam is there.

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"Okay," Liam replies in a tiny voice. He's shaking under Lucas's glare, fighting the urge to curl up and protect himself.

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As he breathes, his sunken chest heaves into the air. He made a promise and he will live up to it if it kills him. "Tell me what you are," he murmurs.

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Liam squirms under that gaze, searching for words. "A slut. A desperate little pain-slut and yours to abuse."

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It helps to hear. Lucas almost smiles before he rears his leg back and sinks his boot into Liam's side.

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Liam moans softly, curling into a little ball on the floor.

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"Tell me more." As he breathes the words, he kicks Liam entirely onto his front and then half kneels, grabbing up a tattered leather string from the dirty floor and lashing Liam's wrists together behind his back.

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"I don't..." Liam pants, half sobs. "I don't know what you want to hear..."

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"Why do you deserve all of this pain," Lucas hums as he finishes tying the knot and then tugs Liam's head back by his hair, forcing him to arch backward.

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"Because I'm a whore, because I beg for it," he gasps, desperately saying whatever pops into his mind. "I love it when you hurt me. When you hit me, burn me... It turns me on. I love being called a slut and a whore because that's all I am. And I don't deserve to come but I deserve to be tied up and at your total mercy..."

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Lucas crawls two fingers from his other hand around to Liam's mouth and pushes them between his lips. "Suck."

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Liam shivers at the command and takes the fingers into his mouth obediently.

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As he feels Liam's tongue and lips pulling at his fingers, Lucas shifts up and lifts half off of him. He rips his hand away abruptly and then sticks the moist digits down the back of Liam's pants without ceremony, squirming them and almost immediately beginning to work inside him. As he does this, he continues to pull backward progressively harder on his fistful of Liam's hair.

"Tell me when it hurts." Something in his voice makes it clear that he doesn't plan to stop when he hears it.

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Liam inhales sharply at the unexpected intrusion, squirming and tightening around Lucas's fingers. It hurts, his body wasn't prepared for that, but it feels good. He tries to nod, but that only increases the sharp pain on his scalp, making his eyes water.

"Ow," he whispers, attempting to reach up and massage the back of his head before remembering that his hands are tied.

...never saw this. oops.

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"Good."

Lucas leans his forehead against Liam's straining temple and moves his hand steadily. Even as his eyes droop and he almost nuzzles into the side of Liam's face, he murmurs a string of insults, usually in English but occasionally in Russian. "You are filth," is followed by "блядивый бархотка" which is followed by "I could tear you to pieces on this floor."

that's okay. <3

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Liam shivers, leaning against Lucas's cheek, dizzied by the combination of tenderness and abuse.

"I know," he pants weakly. "I am, you could-- don't stop-- "

<3

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His hand in Liam's hair twists harder as the other speeds up. His tongue extends to catch his ear and then his teeth bite down onto it, digging into cartilage.

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Liam whimpers uselessly, rocking his hips against Lucas's hand, seeking pleasure to distract from the pain.

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"You will come on this floor, bound, pathetic," he hisses around the grip his teeth claim. "And you will thank me for using you."

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Liam nods, tears in his eyes. "Use me," he gasps. "I'm worthless. I'll come whenever you want me to."

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Again, the tears are almost a step too far. Lucas grimaces and has to pull away from Liam, instead shoving his face down against the floor and grinding it in there. His fingers probe suddenly deeper.

"Now."

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Liam is crying in ernest as he comes, sobbing into the carpet in shame and humiliation and pain and relief. He curls into the fetal position, holding himself until he stops shaking, then laying perfectly still.

"Thank you," he whispers, barely audible.

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He pulls his hands away from Liam once he finishes, sliding backward across the floor to sit against the wall. He stares at Liam but his eyes go right past him, staring at all the other people that Liam is at that moment. He is Alexi, he is Toliver, he is all the whores who have been disappointed by life. He is Lucas, crying over the pieces of his brother's face.

Lucas is blank as he nods.

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Liam nods as well, curling tighter, pressing his cheek against the carpet. He doesn't feel like anyone else, he barely feels like himself. He's never felt more like nothing than he does laying on this floor, spent and used with Lucas staring right through him.

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He lifts his wrist to wipe away one of the tears that had stuck to his eyelashes from earlier and now came tumbling down his cheek. "I am sorry it was not better," he says quietly.

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Liam blinks up at him, wiping mascara tracks from his cheeks. "Don't be sorry."