A scrap of text.

[ladydrace]

I have this scrap of text I wrote last year and I have no idea what to do with it. I saw this so clearly in my head, but details that could make it into a full story never saw fit to grace me with their presence. I just feel like sharing it. Maybe exposing it to the world could frighten it into revealing its secrets to me. So if you want to read a little angsty hot spot with no point to it, feel free to read on.

I was seriously pissed off now. As he pulled me into the alley, I pushed him in the chest as hard as I could and took savage pleasure in seeing the back of his head slam into the brick wall, making him wince with pain. Feeling like I finally had the upper hand, I punched him in the gut. He doubled over but didn't fight back, so I backed off, feeling my frustrations boiling over. Why wouldn't he fight back so we could just pound each other to mince and get it our of our system?

“Is this what you want?! Huh?!”

I pushed him again. Still he didn't fight back.

“Why do you do this, man? Why?! Do you want me to go nuts and beat the crap out of you? Is that what you want?!”

I hardly heard the sobbed out word, but it still made me stop dead.

“What...?”

He raised his head and looked at me with a deeply pained face. I could see angry tears welling up in his eyes.

“Yes... you heard me... yes...”

I was baffled so severely that my anger seeped away while I was trying to fathom his meaning.

“But... but... Why?!”

Before I knew what hit me, he had grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and slammed me into the opposite wall. He pressed himself against me so hard I felt the air being squeezed from my lungs, and then I forgot to breathe all together, when I felt him press his groin against mine. He was aroused. Very... aroused. My eyes widened in a mix of shock and wonder and I watched him let his tears flow liberally only inches from my own face.

“Because I want you to touch me. I want you to blacken my eyes, split my lip, break my ribs... anything. I just want you to touch me.”

The last was whispered out in a choked sob and before I had time to respond, he closed the distance between us and pressed his lips against mine. He kissed me so hard I felt our teeth graze. I was completely gone in a rush of conflicting emotions. Anger, guilt, sadness, confusion, disgust and lust jumbled together in one big psychedelic swirl in my mind and when I finally remembered to breathe again and opened my eyes, I found myself alone in the alley.

Comments

[mrs-picard.livejournal.com]

I somehow imagined P/Q while I read this. I dunno why, it does remind me of them. I've clearly read too much P/Q violence.

Oh and I love this muchly. Really. Very nice. :D

[lady-drace.livejournal.com]

Somehow I find it hard to imagine Q getting physically hurt in any way... But ya never know. :oP

[mrs-picard.livejournal.com]

Oh I believe that he would allow that to happen to him if it meant that he could get close to Jean-Luc. *lol* ;)

[lady-drace.livejournal.com]

Hehe, who would you say is who, then?

[mrs-picard.livejournal.com]

I would say that the one who tells the story is Q as a human who finally gets to let out his anger on Jean-Luc, who has perhaps been all arrogant and smug (in Q's opinion, at least) towards him and has lectured him over and over again about "being human and what it means".
It also fits because Q would have no idea how to deal with all these violent human emotions. And it fits because it finally gives Restrained!Jean-Luc the chance to tell Q what he really wants him to do. Hehe. It's a perfect little fic for these two IMO.

[bibsy-bebs.livejournal.com]

This is great, I loved it!

Psychedelic = Awesome word.

[lady-drace.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. Groovy.

[cyranothe2nd.livejournal.com]

I totally saw G/B in this story, Garak as the one who wants to be hurt, obviously.

Hmmm, P/Q slash? Can I get a link?? *puppy eyes*

[lady-drace.livejournal.com]

Oooh ask Mrs. Picard. I'm sure she knows some really good ones!