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insta!rec - Isolation by kharessa, sga, adult
Isolation by
kharessa - Lost Boys fic. Wow. If there was ever, *ever* a story that straddled the nebulous line in my mind of what is non-con and what's rape, this one is *it*. It's *fantastic*, unsettling as hell, disturbing and dark and twisty and it's completely John and completely, utterly Rodney.
This time, however, Rodney hadn’t waited to break, and it seemed he’d taken John at his word. Hands that wore calluses in places where a scientist’s hands shouldn’t be callused ran over John’s torso, thumbs and forefingers pinching nipples a little too tightly for comfort, and John’s stomach knotted. Rodney couldn’t make him feel good – not from within the distorting haze of the enzyme that granted physical superiority while stripping away the mental safeguards that stopped sane people from simply taking what they wanted and acting on every urge. Rodney could drag it out, though; he could make it lasting and memorable.
That just--that last bit hurts me *every time*. Because John *knows* that lasting and memorable? Are not what he wants here.
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This time, however, Rodney hadn’t waited to break, and it seemed he’d taken John at his word. Hands that wore calluses in places where a scientist’s hands shouldn’t be callused ran over John’s torso, thumbs and forefingers pinching nipples a little too tightly for comfort, and John’s stomach knotted. Rodney couldn’t make him feel good – not from within the distorting haze of the enzyme that granted physical superiority while stripping away the mental safeguards that stopped sane people from simply taking what they wanted and acting on every urge. Rodney could drag it out, though; he could make it lasting and memorable.
That just--that last bit hurts me *every time*. Because John *knows* that lasting and memorable? Are not what he wants here.
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Seriously, creeped me the fuck *out*, in the best way possible.
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----“And you trust me now, don’t you?” Rodney said.
----“Yeah,” he (John) replied, and the word came out small, -----tight, and lacking in inflection.
(actually a lot of parts hit me in the stomach, in a good way, but on second reading that part about trust really hit it home how fucked up the situation is)
I have no clue how two people can move on from here and still remain friends or even colleagues. But I'd love to see what happens next.
btw...you said it perfectly.
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Some part of me really wants to see a sequel to this, but I don't know if it's possible to write a sequel without taking away some of the emotional intensity.
This story reminded me of Koi's Mercy in a way. Some of the motives are similar, despite the completely different plot: the theme of a close friend going crazy and hurting you, not quite grasping the severity of what he's doing, and having to play along to protect him as much as yourself.
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