#vaasxjason

Vaas leans back in his chair and takes another swig of liquor.  The burn is nice and familiar and he tips his head back, smiling up at the rafters.  He’s in a fanfuckingtastic mood.  Hoyt’s dead, his sister’s dead, he’s on his way to pleasantly drunk and he’s just had the most fantastic blowjob from one Jason Brody.

That thought draws his attention back to the man kneeling in front of him.

“Hey,” Vaas says, pushing at Jason’s thigh with a booted foot.

Jason doesn’t look at him, but Vaas knows he’s got the man’s attention by the furrowing of his brow.  Jason looks <i>pissed</i> and Vaas laughs at him.

“Hey, come on, hermano, look at me.  I said FUCKING LOOK AT ME.  When I tell you to fucking do something, you fucking do it!” Vaas yells.

When Jason still refuses, Vaas kicks him.  Arms bound tight behind his back, Jason can do nothing but fall awkwardly.  Vaas gets up from his chair and goes to a crouch next to Jason, grabbing the American’s chin in one rough hand, forcing him to look up.

Jason glares hotly up at him, still so much spark in him despite all that’s been done to him. It makes Vaas smile.  There’s still so much fun for him to have.

“Come on, don’t look at me like that,” Vaas says playfully.  “Hey, I know.  Since you were so good, about I repay the favor?  Huh?  You like the sound of that, amigo?”

Of course Jason can’t respond with the ring gag holding his mouth open, but Vaas kind of likes him this way.  It’s appropriate that Jason is like this, unable to talk back, come and spit the only things spilling from his pretty mouth.  Though he can’t verbally protest, Jason jerks back like he’s been burned at the suggestion and Vaas smiles wider.

“No?  You think your American dick is too good for me, is that it?  Well, FUCK YOU.”  

Vaas let’s go of Jason’s face and without anything holding him up, the man drops back to the floor.  He tries to kick Vaas off when the pirate goes for his belt.  Vaas rips it from the loops and strikes him with it a few times, relishing the indignant sounds that come from Jason’s mouth.  

Jason twists on the floor, and Vaas can practically see the gears turning in Jason’s head as his eyes flick around the room frantically.  Vaas witnesses the moment that Jason realizes how well and truly fucked he is, and it’s beautiful.  Jason’s face twists in rage, and he’s still half heartedly trying to fight Vaas off, even though he knows there’s no point.  Vaas, meanwhile, begins pulling Jason’s pants and boxers down his hips, leaving them around his thighs.

Jason freezes when Vaas’s hand wraps around his flaccid length, like he’s a little worried Vaas is about to cut it off or something.  Vaas keeps his eyes on Jason’s face as he runs his thumb over the head of Jason’s shaft a few times before pumping slowly.  Jason’s eyes flick shut for a second and a tiny sound escapes the back of his throat.

Vaas keeps the motion up and Jason won’t meet his eyes anymore, but he couldn’t deny how this was affecting him, even if he wasn’t gagged.  He’s not fully hard yet, but he’s clearly not entirely uninterested in the proceedings.

Vaas leans down and runs his tongue from root to tip, taking a moment to dig his tongue into the slit.  Jason’s cock surges in his hand and another sound, a little louder, comes from Jason’s mouth.  Vaas can feel the tension in Jason’s thighs and he scoots in a little closer before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking hard.

And Jason likes that.  He’s fully erect and Vaas teases a few drops of precome from him and the noise Jason makes is so fucking beautiful.  It’s half terror and denial and half dizzying pleasure and Vaas feels his own dick starting to get interested again.  What can he say, Jason just has that kind of affect on him.

Jason tries to kick him off again but stops short at the hint of teeth scraping against his dick.  Vaas watches Jason’s face carefully.  The American is glaring up at the ceiling, face contorted in concentration, like he’s trying to pretend this isn’t happening.  And while that’s not exactly what Vaas is going for, it’s still better than his continued struggles. That had been getting old.  

“Jason,” Vaas says, his lips still close enough to Jason’s dick that they brush the tip when he speaks.  Jason’s eye twitches, but he makes no indication that he’s heard.  “Hey, hermano.  I’m fucking talking to you.”

Vaas props himself up on his elbows to get a better look at the man under him.  “Would you like it a little better if I took the gag out?”  And Jason actually responds to that, flicking his eyes nervously over at Vaas.  

Vaas runs his thumb in little circles over the head of Jason’s dick thoughtfully.  “I don’t know,” Vaas says, tilting his head.  “I kinda like you like this.  You’re not real original with your death threats when your mouth is free.  That’s what gave me the idea, you know?  Give you something useful to do with that mouth of yours.”

To illustrate his point, Vaas sticks a few fingers in Jason’s mouth, rubbing over his tongue.  He watches Jason’s face as he does it, relishing the look of pure hatred shining in Jason’s eyes.  It’s fun for a few moments, but Vaas has something even more entertaining in mind.

Jason growls indignantly when Vaas goes down on him again, but his whole body jerks uncontrollably when Vaas presses two spit slick fingers against his entrance.  Vaas moves to take Jason a little deeper, sucks a little harder, and waits until he sees Jason’s eyes flicker shut briefly before easing his fingers in.  

Jason’s eyes fly open and he makes another affronted noise.  His hole is spasming around Vaas’s fingers, trying to force them out.  Vaas just hums around his dick, which forces such a pretty noise out of Jason he does it again and again, flicking his tongue ruthlessly into Jason’s slit before sliding him down and taking him almost to the hilt.  

Jason is writhing and panting on the ground, and every time Vaas pulls his fingers almost all the way out only to slide them right back in, Jason lets out the sweetest little angry sounds.  Vaas adds another finger and twists them around inside of Jason.  He knows he’s found what he’s looking for when Jason can’t stop the moan that sounds like it’s been ripped right out of his throat, entirely formed from surprise and shame.  

He keeps pressing against that spot again and again, and Jason can’t fucking stay quiet, can’t stay still and Vaas knows he’s close.  He forces himself down on Jason’s dick as far as he can go, throat working around the head and all the tension in Jason’s body snaps as he comes.

Vaas pulls back slightly, catching Jason’s come in his mouth before moving back up the American’s body and feeding it back to Jason through his forced open mouth.  Jason tries to jerk back, but there’s nowhere for him to go.  Vaas takes the gag out of his mouth and Jason tries to turn and spit, but Vaas grabs him with one hand over the American’s mouth and the other pinching his nose shut.

“Fucking swallow, hermano,” Vaas says as Jason fights against his hold.  He lets Jason go when he finally obeys and Jason coughs and splutters, tremors still wracking his body.  

While Jason is still distracted, Vaas spits into his hand and slicks up his own dick before lining himself up with Jason’s hole and pressing in.  It’s fucking tight and hot and the pained look on Jason’s face as the American grits his teeth and groans in pain is even better.  Vaas lets out a soft moan as he slides all the way in and his hand moves to Jason’s throat before squeezing slightly.

“You like that, amigo?” Vaas asks breathlessly as he pulls out before thrusting back in.

Jason grunts at the force.  “F-fuck you,” he snarls, and his throat sounds raw.

Vaas laughs.  “Real cute, Jason.  But it looks like you’re the one getting fucked.”  He punctuates the word with a particularly vicious thrust.  

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Jason hisses.

Vaas squeezes his throat a little tighter in warning.  “You tried that already, remember?  Just like I tried to kill you.  Can’t be done, hermano.  You know it’s like, sometimes the universe just has a different plan in mind, yeah?  Sometimes the universe just fucking speaks to you.”

Jason’s eyes roll and Vaas can’t tell if it’s attitude or lack of oxygen, but he releases his grip on the American’s throat slightly and Jason takes in a shuddering gasp of air.  

“So I said to myself,” Vaas continues, and Jason is too busy sucking in air to interrupt him, “if I can’t kill this fucker, this fucking SON OF A BITCH WHO FUCKING STABBED ME, I mean WHAT THE FUCK can I do with him!  And the universe answered me.”

Vaas slows his thrusts, wondering if he has Jason’s full attention.  He leans forward, getting his face a few inches away from Jason’s.

“Hey, hermano.  What do you think the universe fucking said to me?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Jason demands.

Vaas makes a disparaging noise and shakes his head.  He hoists Jason’s legs up a little higher and resumes his previous punishing pace.  He’s not going to last long like this.  That’s okay though; he’s just getting started.

“The universe said, bring him to fucking heel.  Make him your fucking dog.  How do you like the sound of that, hermano?”

“That will never happen,” Jason growls.  

Vaas looks down at his prey with glittering eyes.  “I like that about you, Jason, I really do.  I like that you believe that.  But I fucking told you, hermano: I’m going to eat you alive.”

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