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Daryl hadn't meant to eavesdrop on Rick's... private time. Really, he hadn't. Living cooped up with each other in the prison as they did, each member of their group had learned to politely ignore any suspicious noises coming from behind closed doors or from around secluded corners. If you wanted to be able to look your people in the eye over oatmeal at breakfast without bursting into flames, you simply pretended sexy times did not exist.

It was just... as a hunter with years of experience, Daryl was naturally light-footed. He regularly startled the crap out of anyone who mistakenly thought they were alone in a common area, and Maggie and Carol had more than once threatened to put a bell on him. So Rick just hadn't heard him approach, and, thinking he was still alone, had made no effort to stifle his moans.

And Daryl, well... as he'd neared the rooftop access and heard the first hint of a sigh, he'd stopped in his tracks. Slightly annoyed (the roof was his domain, dammit!), he'd nevertheless started to turn around, intending to leave. But then he'd realized that it was Rick doing the sighing. Rick, their leader. His best friend. The man Daryl thought of when he was lying awake at night, furiously jerking off and then guiltily wiping his come on the sheets afterwards. So he'd stopped. Turned back. Maybe stepped a little bit closer to the door that was slightly ajar, as if Rick had been in such a hurry to relieve himself that he'd forgotten to check.

And now here he was: pressing his ear against the gap in the door, and holding his breath so he could hear every sound Rick made on the other side of it. Every moan, every soft groan, every grunt. And... oh god, Rick was a talker. Believing himself to be completely alone, Rick clearly indulged himself and narrated his little fantasy.

Daryl stopped himself from swallowing too loudly, lest he miss even one little sound. "Fuck, yeah..." he heard Rick whisper. "You're gonna take my dick, aren't you? Yeah, you are. Every inch, until I've stuffed you full of it. And you're gonna love it."

Daryl was concentrating so hard he was frowning. Jesus, Rick was a filthy fucker! Who knew he had such a dirty mouth? The words lit a fire in Daryl's belly, and he rubbed a hand over his cock, which was slowly hardening in his jeans. He felt a little guilty; here he was, getting off on his unsuspecting friend having a wank. But the noises Rick was making, the words he was saying, they made him so fucking horny!

"Quit your whining," Rick growled. "It's happening, and that's that. Gonna use that hole until I'm done with it. Nothing you can do about it except take it."

At those words, Daryl's hand stilled between his legs. That sounded a bit... aggressive. Not at all like how he had expected Rick to talk to a bedpartner, if Daryl was honest. Rick was a caring man, always making sure everyone in the group got what they needed. Even at the expense of his own needs. Daryl had assumed that that behavior would carry over into the bedroom. He'd imagined Rick whispering gentle words of encouragement during sex, not... this.

"That's it." The sound of skin on slick skin filtered through the gap, followed by more decadent moaning. "Here we go. Uhh... fuck, you're so tight! Open up, come on. No use in struggling, darlin', that dick's going in. Your begging's gonna stop me none!"

It might not have been what he'd expected and his mind didn't really know yet how he felt about it, but Rick's words sure did things to Daryl's body. His hand resumed rubbing his aching cock, and he had to bite his lips to stifle the moan threatening to escape his mouth.

On the other side of the door, Rick shifted, the slick noises taking on a distinct rhythm. He groaned again. "Yeah, that's it... all the way, take it! Take it, good boy!"

Daryl's mind screeched to a halt. 'Good boy'? Rick was thinking about fucking a guy? Holy shit... He was not expecting that. Daryl's fantasies were switched from 'never gonna happen, he's straight!' to 'oh god, I wonder if he's into dirty rednecks!' so fast, it gave him whiplash. He lifted the fingers of one hand to his mouth and bit on the knuckles to keep himself quiet, his other hand rubbing and kneading his erection.

"Oh, fuck, you feel it? You feel my dick in that tight ass of yours? You can't do anything about it, baby, just accept it. Be good, now!" More moaning, more feverish jerking. "Or tell me no some more, if you want." A dark chuckle. "All that begging and crying really gets me going!"

A violent shiver ran through Daryl's body. Jesus, what was Rick saying? Was he really fantasizing about fucking someone against their will?

His mind might be in turmoil, but Daryl's body sure had no problem with it. His dick was hard as a rock, leaking precome in his boxers. His hips were hitching up into his hand, and beads of sweat were starting to roll down his forehead. He tried to quietly wipe them away before they hit his eyes.

"Yeah, nice and deep. Uhh, god..." Rick's groans reverberated down Daryl's spine. It sounded like he was close to coming. "Fuck, you're mine! All mine, I own this hole now. Gonna fuck you whenever I want, and I'm gonna want it a lot. A sweet ass like yours, clenching on my cock, can't wait to fill you up..."

He really should go, Daryl thought, his hand grinding on his cock. This was so, so wrong. His friend clearly thought he was alone, jerking off in private and saying all kinds of stuff he wouldn't want anyone to hear. And here Daryl was, eavesdropping like a creep and about to make a mess in his pants like a fucking teenager if he kept going like this. It was just... Daryl had wondered before about how Rick would sound during sex. Which noises he would make when he came. And Daryl didn't think he would ever get another chance like this to find out.

Meanwhile, oblivious to Daryl's dilemma, Rick was fully indulging in his fantasy. "Gonna come," he moaned. "Get ready for it, darlin'. Gonna put my load in you, and you're gonna take it. Take it like a good boy!"

Daryl desperately tried to quiet his breathing. His cock jumped at the thought of hearing Rick orgasm. 'Just this once,' he thought. 'I just wanna hear it this one time.'

"Ohh, fuck..." there was a 'thunk' from the other side of the wall, like Rick had dropped his head back against it. "Fuck, darlin', I'm coming... Oh, I'm coming, fuck, fuck..." The sound of Rick jerking his cock sped up even more, nearly drowned out by his desperate moaning. "Oh, yeah... yeah, I'm c-... Oh! Oh, Daryl..."

Daryl's body froze up.

... what the FUCK?!?

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"Oh, Daryl..."

At the sound of his name from Rick's lips, Daryl jerked back in shock, banging his elbow on the railing in the process and falling backwards on his ass across the metal landing. 'Loud!' his mind screamed at him, panicking. He stopped moving instinctively, not that he had any hope Rick hadn't heard that awful racket.

The silence from both sides of the door was deafening.

After what felt like an age, a muttered 'shit!' broke the stillness, followed by a quick shuffle and rustling of clothes. The door slowly swung open, Rick's pale, wide eyed face coming into view and taking in Daryl lying spread eagled across the floor.

Daryl was mortified.

Then, Rick's gaze zeroed in on the hard-on still tenting Daryl's jeans and the wet spot that had formed at the top, and Daryl was sure he was gonna die of shame. Preferably right this second.

"...um," he said. He could feel his cheeks were flaming red.

"How long were you standing there for?" Rick snapped out, his voice tense.

"I... I, uh..." Daryl stuttered. Fuck, Rick looked really pissed off, not that Daryl could blame him.

"What did you hear?" Rick took a step towards Daryl, his right hand clenching and unclenching. "Tell me!"

Daryl lowered his chin towards his chest, biting his lip anxiously and avoiding the other man's eyes. "I... I heard ya jerkin' off," he mumbled.

Rick swallowed audibly, pursing his lips. He took another step forward, then bent his knee at Daryl's side, put one hand on the floor to steady himself and loomed over him.

Daryl's body tried to simultaneously scramble away and stay perfectly still, resulting in him jerking awkwardly in place. He still couldn't look at Rick. At least his dick was behaving again, finally going soft.

"What exactly did you hear?" Rick asked again in a low voice. "Answer me, Daryl!"

"Heard... heard ya moanin'. Heard ya sayin' ya wanted ta... wanted... " Daryl desperately tried to form words but his mouth wouldn't cooperate.

"I wanted to what, Daryl?" Rick demanded.

Daryl let out a squeak he would deny until his dying day, then crumbled and answered the question. "Ya wanted ta... rape... me?" He finally lifted his head up to look at Rick, his eyes confused and questioning.

Rick stared back at him, unblinking. Then, he heaved a deep sigh. "I think we should talk."

Rick stood back up, holding out his hand. Daryl hesitated, then took it, letting himself be pulled off of the floor.

They stood close, feet nearly touching, awkwardly avoiding each other's eyes. Then Rick sighed again, his hand running tiredly over his face, then up through his curls, pulling on them slightly.

"Let's go out on the roof," he said, gesturing towards the doorway. "I'll make sure to shut the damn door this time."

Daryl gave an embarrassed half smile and ducked through the doorway onto the roof, his shoulders hunched up around his ears. He heard Rick following behind him, the door slamming shut with force.

In a corner of the roof, near the wall of a small maintenance building, Daryl had hung up a tarp and put down some blankets a couple of weeks ago. It was a nice little shelter, dry and shaded, and most importantly, away from people. He headed over there, figuring it was as good a place as any to have what was bound to be a profoundly awkward conversation.

Rick clearly agreed, dogging Daryl's footsteps and ducking under the tarp after him.

After some shuffling around, Daryl unceremoniously chucking aside an assortment of random stuff to make room, they ended up sitting crosslegged opposite each other, the air between them thrumming with tension.

After a lengthy silence, Rick spoke first, ducking his head to try and catch Daryl's eyes. "I don't want to rape you," he said.

Daryl looked up at him from underneath his lashes, gnawing nervously on his thumbnail. "'Kay," he answered, glancing away again.

"Do you believe me?" Rick cocked his head again, trying to get Daryl's eyes back on him.

"Know what I heard." Daryl whispered.

"What did you hear, Daryl?" Rick asked, gently this time.

Daryl hesitated, then sighed in surrender. "Heard ya say you was gonna put yer dick in me. And 'twas no use in me strugglin', cus ya was gonna do it anyway. Was gonna use my... my hole." He awkwardly cleared his throat. "And ya said.. uh... that ya liked me beggin' an' cryin' cus ya got off on it." He felt his cheeks heat up again, but worse, his cock started stirring in his pants again as well. He swallowed thickly. God, what was wrong with him?

"Mmm," Rick hummed. "Yeah, I did say those things, didn't I?"

Daryl looked up at him, eyes wide, shocked that Rick wasn't even trying to deny it.

Rick was looking calmly back at him. "Daryl, I need you to listen to me. Really listen. Can you do that? Do you trust me?"

Daryl scoffed. "Trust ain't got nothin' ta do with it. 'Course I trust ya!"

"Thank you," Rick said, a pleased smile on his face. "I'm glad to hear it." Then he grew serious again. "Okay. Here's how it is. Do I want to rape you? No." Rick emphatically shook his head. "I don't. But..."

Daryl held his breath, hanging onto Rick's every word. What did he mean, 'but...'?

"But... do I want to put you on the ground, hold you down and fuck you until you cry? Oh god, yes..." Rick looked at Daryl, his pupils growing visibly larger, blowing black with arousal.

Daryl's breath punched out of his lungs in one go, and his dick went from half hard to fully erect and tenting his jeans again.

"I think about it every damn day," Rick continued, his voice low and breathy. "I want it so bad. But... I want it if I know you're letting me do it. And because I'm the one drying your tears after. Do you understand the difference?"

Daryl stared at him, speechless, then slowly shook his head. "Not really," he admitted. "Sorry."

"It's... it's a control thing," Rick tried to explain, gesturing with his hand. "I'm always looking out for everyone. I mean, don't get me wrong, I want to look out for everyone. I want to make sure they're happy and they get what they want. But that also means I'm always trying to anticipate what everybody needs, and making sure that I'm doing right by them. There's hardly any space left for me, and sometimes I just wanna take. Just grab what I want and use it, to Hell with what anyone else thinks. And what I want is you, Daryl." Rick looked at him intently, his eyes burning hot. "God, I want you. I've been wanting you for months. You drive me nuts."

Daryl swallowed, arousal swirling in his belly. His cock throbbed in his boxers, and he resisted the urge to touch it. He wanted to keep a clear head and listen to Rick. It was proving to be slightly difficult.

"But I also don't want to hurt you," Rick continued. "You're my friend, I care about you." He reached a hand towards the other man, then slowly pulled it back again, letting it drop down on his own knee. "So, I've been building up this fantasy in my head, of you... submitting to me. Like a roleplay, pretending. You giving me permission to do whatever I want to you. I can take you rough, fuck you hard, you fighting me and me overpowering you... because you're letting me." He let out a deep breath. "Does that make sense?"

Daryl nodded. "I get it, I think," he said. "Yer always takin' care of others. 's Not healthy ta keep all that stress in, ya need ta let loose once in a while. And... uh... I guess sex is... a good way ta do it. Least tha's what Merle always said." He felt himself flush again. Shit, that gave too much away!

Rick, ever observant, narrowed his eyes. "Daryl...," he started, "have you... have you never had sex?"

Daryl stuck his thumb between his teeth, recognized that that was probably an obvious tell, pulled it back out and then thought 'fuck it.' He shrugged. "Fooled around a bit. And I jerk off. A lot. Does that count? I mean, I really do mean a lot."

Rick let out a chuckle. "Sure, why not."

Daryl grinned back at him, still blushing, but feeling less anxious. In fact, he was starting to maybe even feel a little... adventurous? The man he'd been fantasizing about when he was touching himself just admitted Daryl drove him crazy. Daryl had no idea why, but he elected not to think too deeply about it. Hell, maybe Rick really was into dirty rednecks! To each their own, he guessed.

Daryl decided to test the waters. "Ya've obviously thought about it plenty," he said. "I mean, that fantasy was pretty fuckin' detailed."

Rick's focus shifted abruptly back to Daryl's face. It made him feel a bit dizzy, in a good way.

"D'ya.. . Would ya really wanna... do that? Ta me? I mean... how would that... work?"

The expression on Rick's face turned absolutely ravenous. "For real?" he asked, licking his lips. "You... you'd want me to?"

Daryl bit his lip and looked away shyly, kicking his heel out and stretching his leg. His boot just barely touched Rick's knee. "Dunno," he mumbled. "I ain't that experienced, yer right about that. I mean, I ain't ever..." His cheeks flushed bright red again. Dammit, why couldn't he be confident! "I ain't ever had a guy fuck me or nothin'. But... what yer describin' sounds kinda hot. And, uh..."

Rick waited for Daryl to finish his sentence. "...and?" he prompted after a bit.

Daryl squirmed. "Well, and I... uh... I kinda like the idea of you decidin'. Takin' control. Hell, I ain't got a clue about how ta do that shit. So if I don't hafta worry about that... I c'n just... enjoy it? I guess?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno, sounds stupid when I say it like that."

"No no, not at all!" Rick was quick to assure him. "I think I get it. If I'm the one overpowering you and... uh... doing stuff to you, then you can just let it happen without having to think about it, about if you're doing it right. Yeah?"

Daryl nodded, relieved. "Yeah. Yeah, like that."

Rick sat up straight and put his hands behind him on the blanket, leaning back to stare at Daryl, who shifted under his heated gaze. "Well, then," he said with a smirk, "if you're sure you want to?" He knocked his knee against Daryl's boot and ran his eyes over Daryl's body, lingering on his erection and giving him a wink when he reached the other man's face.

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, 'm sure," Daryl answered, getting flustered again. God, he wanted Rick to take control, just so he wouldn't have to think and get all embarrassed all the time! "I want ya ta f-fuck me. Like in yer fantasy. Jus' take what ya want from me." Trying to be brave, he let his leg fall open a bit, pulling Rick's gaze back to his crotch.

"Jesus, Daryl," Rick moaned. "I'm gonna have you right here and now if you keep saying things like that." Daryl suddenly understood the meaning of the term 'eye fucking': Rick was practically undressing him with his eyes, and his face clearly showed he was thinking absolutely filthy things.

"I'll need to prepare, though. I really want to take my time with you and not worry about... eavesdroppers," Rick said, raising his eyebrows.

Daryl smiled bashfully. "Yeah, that would suck, definitely," he grinned. Rick knocked his knee again, grinning back.

"Leave the prep to me," he continued. "I'll make it work. We do have to have a safeword, though. For if I do something you don't like. You can say that word and I'll stop. Immediately. Promise."

Daryl looked doubtful. "If I want ya ta stop, why can't I just say 'stop'?" he asked. "I trust ya."

Rick beamed at him, then explained. "Because you might say 'stop' or 'no', but not really mean it. I mean... we are gonna roleplay me fucking you against your will. And also..." Rick hesitated, but then he determinedly pushed on, "also, I'd really like it if you told me to stop and I would just keep going." He looked Daryl in the eyes, raising his chin up and silently challenging him. "Because I'm the one who decides if you've had enough or not. Not you."

It took a moment for Daryl to realize that the rough moan he heard came out of his own mouth. Okay, then. No doubt about it. He was definitely on board with this whole rape fantasy thing. Huh.

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Daryl walked into the boilerroom, looking around. In the back, Glenn had said. Rick was working on some project or other in one of the offices all the way at the end of the corridor, and he had asked Glenn to send Daryl his way.

He was jittery with nervous energy. Ever since their conversation on the roof, Daryl was waiting for Rick to come up to him and tell him that everything was ready and they could start their roleplay. But it had been days, and... nothing. Nothing but hard-ons at inappropriate moments, anyway. Rick only had to glance at Daryl, and Daryl would pop a boner. Mealtimes were Hell.

He knew that Rick wanted to create the perfect setting to play out his fantasy. Private, safe, soundproof; things that were hard to come by in a prison filled with your found family and surrounded by walkers.

A clang sounded in the distance. Daryl craned his neck and saw movement in the doorway of the furthest office. He gave an inquiring whistle.

Rick raised his head from where he was bent over next to the door. "Hey, Daryl!" he waved. "Come help me with this damn thing, I can't seem to get it to stick."

Slightly disappointed, Daryl hustled over to his friend. It didn't seem like today was roleplay day, either. Oh, well. He was curious to see what kind of contraption Rick was rigging up all the way down here.

As soon as Daryl reached the office, Rick stepped aside and waved him through the door. "There's some wiring in the corner there," he said. "Get that over to me, would you?"

"Sure thing." Daryl focussed on the coil of blue electrical wire against the far wall, stepping over a corner of the mattress lying on the floor. As he bent over to pick up the coil, he hesitated. Wait, why was there a mattress in an office? And no other furniture at all? That was wei-

He was grabbed from behind and pushed face first against the wall, his breath getting knocked out of him. Something metallic scraped his left wrist and clicked: handcuffs. His other arm was pulled backwards and before he knew it, both hands were secured behind his back and Rick was pressed up against him, panting softly in his ear.

"Well, now," Rick whispered. "Look at you. All alone in an abandoned office. All mine." He pushed his hips against Daryl's ass, and Daryl felt Rick's erection dig into him.

"Today's the day," Rick said, pulling on the cuffs and making Daryl's back arch. "But before we start, you need to listen very carefully. Can you do that?"

"Uhuh," Daryl said gruffly, his mouth suddenly dry. His heart was starting up an anxious rhythm and he tried to twist his head to face Rick. "Yeah, tell me."

Rick leaned in and bit his earlobe, making him shiver. "Pay attention. You're gonna use the traffic light system to let me know how you feel. Green means 'go', yellow means 'slow down' and if you say red, I stop. Immediately. Clear?"

"Yeah. Yeah, clear," Daryl answered. His dick was hardening in his pants and goosebumps sprouted all over his skin. Fuck, it was finally going to happen!

"When I ask you your color, you tell me. And you don't lie, understand? This is not about just doing what I want, it's about both of us being safe."

"I get it," Daryl panted. "I promise, I'll be honest!"

"Color?" Rick asked.

Daryl swallowed. "Green," he rasped.

Rick grinned, delighted. "Perfect!" Then, quick as a flash, he pulled Daryl away from the wall and tackled him, guiding him down and pressing his front against the mattress. While Daryl was struggling to get back his balance, Rick swiftly walked to the office door and slammed it closed, locking it. He turned back around, putting his hands on his hips and looking down on Daryl with fire in his eyes.

"Okay, then," he said with a wicked smile. "You and Officer Friendly are gonna have a little fun."

"Beg me," Rick taunts. "Beg me to let you go."

"I am, I'm beggin'," Daryl pleads, shaking his head, his hair flying around his face. "Please, Officer, lemme go!" He scrambles on the mattress, trying to get away from Rick's grabbing hands.

It's not working; Rick pulls him back by the cuffs around his wrists and Daryl's upwards movements press his ass back against Rick's hard length instead. "Please, I ain't never... I ain't never had anyone fuck me. Don't fuck my ass! I'll do anything, I'll... I'll suck ya off!' he offers. "I'll suck yer dick, I'll make it real good, promise!"

"Tempting as that pretty mouth of yours is," Rick grins, pushing Daryl's shoulders back down and starting to pull on his belt and zipper, "I think I'm gonna go for that ass. Especially now you've told me I'll be the first one to split it open." He yanks Daryl's jeans and underwear down his legs, the clothes bunching up around his work boots and hindering his movements further.

Daryl tries to kick out, to buck Rick off his back, but he can't get the leverage to push hard enough with his hands behind his back. He feels a moment of panic, his breathing becoming irregular.

Rick immediately notices. "What's your color, Daryl?" he asks, grabbing Daryl's chained arms. "Breathe, darlin', what's your color?"

"Yellow," Daryl gasps out. "Jus'... jus' gimme a minute. Keep talkin', tho. Keep doin' what yer doin'."

"Alright," Rick agrees. He releases Daryl's arms and steps back, giving him some space to calm down a bit, but then starts riling him up with his words instead.

"Fight all you like, sweetheart," he teases. "All that's gonna do is wear you out, and make it easier for me when I finally fuck you." He shifts so that he's in front of Daryl, and slowly starts to unbutton his own jeans. He pulls his cock out and strokes it, in full view of the other man.

Daryl raises his head and stares. Rick's cock is... big, there's no denying it. It's longer than his own, looks like. Thick, too, with a fat head and prominent veins crawling up a shaft that has some serious girth to it. Precome is leaking from the tip, and Rick's fingers spread it around whilst stroking, making the rest of his dick glisten with it.

Daryl's mouth floods with saliva and he swallows thickly. 'No wonder Rick walks bowlegged', he thinks, slightly hysterical. That thing is going in him. Rick's gonna shove that fat cock up his ass and fuck him with it. It's terrifying and hot, all at the same time.

"Uh-uh," Daryl shakes his head, trying again to get his knees under him so he can move away. "That thing's massive, it ain't gonna fit. You ain't puttin' that in my ass!"

Rick smirks at him. "I'm not a savage," he says. "I'm gonna prep you first; get you loose on my fingers, use lots of lube, open you up..." He leans in closer to Daryl. "I'm not gonna lie, though. It's probably gonna hurt like a son of a bitch at first. I mean, not to brag, but it is a pretty big cock for a virgin hole like yours to take. And I quite like a challenge. Might not stretch you that much, just so I really have to work for it to get it all up in you." He catches Daryl's eyes. "What's your color, darlin'?" he asks softly.

"Green," Daryl whispers.

Rick's eyes brighten with a smile. He quickly moves behind Daryl, putting his hands on the man's lower back to hold him down and planting his knees on the bunched up jeans around his calves.

Daryl starts struggling again, pushing his legs out to try and get Rick off them. "Lemme go, ya bastard!" he growls.

"Keep still," Rick snarls. "It's only going to hurt you more if you keep struggling. It's gonna happen either way, lie still and make it easier on yourself!" He grabs Daryl's ass in both hands and spreads his cheeks harshly. He spits on Daryl's hole and starts rubbing the tight pucker with the pad of his thumb.

Daryl throws his head back and makes a sound as if Rick has burned him, and starts begging again. "No... no, don't! Don't do it, please, Officer! Ya can't!

"Fuck yeah, I can," Rick growls, "and I will!" He reaches with one hand and pulls a small tube of lube out of his jeans pocket. He bites the cap off with his teeth and spits the little piece of plastic to the side. He squeezes a generous amount of lubricant across Daryl's opening.

Daryl bucks up, swearing. "What the fuck's that? What're ya doin'?"

"Making you nice and slick, so I can put my fingers up that tight little hole of yours and open you up for my cock," Rick answers with a dirty grin. "Trust me, you'll appreciate it. You wouldn't want me just shove my dick in there, would you?" He puts his mouth next to Daryl's ear. "Still green? Ready for more?" he whispers.

"Yeah... yeah, green, come on," Daryl whines. His blood is racing, his body is on fire, and he wants.

"Good boy," Rick says softly, then grabs Daryl by the hair and roughly yanks his head back. He thrusts his index finger into Daryl's body up to the furthest knuckle, all in one go, and twists, pulling on Daryl's rim.

Daryl gives a shout at the sudden intrusion. "Son of a bitch!" he snarls, "Goddammit, lemme g-uhhhh!"

Rick pushes a second finger in without warning, twisting and scissoring the digits to stretch Daryl's asshole. "Goddammit, indeed, darlin'," he groans. "Fuck, you're tight. I know you've never been fucked, but are you telling me you've never even played with that hole of yours? Never put your fingers up there to make yourself feel good? Hmmm?"

"N-no," Daryl stutters, his mind swirling from the feeling of Rick's fingers plunging into him, pulling, twisting, stretching. "No, I ain't done that shit. It... it feels weird, stop!"

"Not stopping, sweetheart," Rick grunts. "In fact, I'm ready to put my dick inside you now. I think your ass will feel real nice and snug around it, don't you agree?" He pulls his fingers out, wiping the excess lube over his cock.

"No, please! Officer, no..." Daryl begs. "It'll hurt, I don't wanna!" Oh, but he does want it. Rick's gonna fuck him. Fill him up. The anxious anticipation makes his heart leap in his throat. His own cock is hard and leaking and his skin feels like it's on fire.

"Color? You ready?" Rick asks, pouring more lube in his hand and slathering his cock in it.

Daryl frantically nods his head, letting out a needy whine. "Green. Fuck..."

"Good boy," Rick says again. He pulls on the cuffs around Daryl's wrists, angling his hips up slightly. He grabs his cock to guide it against Daryl's clenching hole, pushing relentlessly against the tight ring of muscle. "Let me in," he growls. "It's going in whether you want it to or not, but it's gonna hurt a lot more if you keep tightening up."

Daryl gasps, his hole involuntarily clenching up against the intrusion. He squirms forward but Rick grabs the chain on his cuffs and pulls him back harshly.

"Let. Me. In." With a grunt and a savage push from his hips, Rick forces his cockhead into Daryl's ass.

Daryl cries out, his back arching and his feet drumming against the floor. "Fuck!" he groans. "Fuck, that hurts, ya bastard!"

"Okay?" Rick quickly checks, and Daryl nods. "Green," he grits out. "But it really does hurt, you're hung like a fuckin' horse, ya asshole!"

"Sorry, darlin'," Rick whispers, but there's a smile in his voice. "It'll feel better soon. I'll make it real good for you."

He switches seamlessly back to his harsh 'Officer' persona. "Quit your moaning, boy. That's just the tip. You're gonna get all the rest of it now!" His hands on Daryl's wrists, he pushes forward into Daryl's body.

Daryl whines at the increased pressure on his hole. There's hardly any progress, he's clenched so tight. He feels Rick pause to smear more lube on his cock and around Daryl's rim, but he seriously doubts it will make a difference. Damn, that man has a big dick. He wants it in him and away from him all at the same time.

"Let's try that again, hmm?" Rick croons, grabbing Daryl's hips firmly. "Bear down on me, here it comes."

"Fuck you!" Daryl spits out, thrashing in Rick's grip. Not that it helps him any; he feels his hole widening around the thick girth of Rick's cock, the other man forcing it in ruthlessly. Daryl hisses from the discomfort, the nerve endings around his stretched out rim firing off electrical signals of overstimulation. He gasps, overwhelmed by the confusing signals of pain and arousal his body is giving off. "Oh, god, stop!" he pleads, "it ain't gonna fit, please, STOP!"

Rick doesn't stop. He pulls on Daryl's ass cheeks, making room for his thick shaft, shifting back the tiniest bit and then pressing on and in and up. Groans and grunts fall from his lips, sweat is dripping from his brow onto Daryl's clothed back. "Fuck, baby," he moans. "Goddamn, you're tight. You're really making me work for it, aren't you?"

The pressure on Daryl's ass just doesn't let up. It's like he's being stuffed full of hot, unyielding metal, slowly sliding deeper and deeper inside him, burning him. It's terrifying and exhilarating, and Daryl's mind and body are a swirling mess of conflicting sensations. "Please, Officer..." he grits out. "Please, I can't take it..."

"Yes, you can," Rick growls back at him, pushing his cock deeper still. "Halfway there now. Just let it happen!"

Daryl lets out a high, disbelieving laugh. Halfway? This still isn't all of it? Oh god, what has he done? He's gonna fucking break! He feels lube running down the crack of his ass, dripping over his balls, being pushed out of his hole by the cock breaching him, shoving up into him. His body is dripping with sweat, his heart is pounding in his chest. It feels like he's being split in two, but he still wants it, so badly. He just doesn't know if he can handle it.

"Color," Rick whispers again, and Daryl relents. "Yellow," he moans, dropping his head on the mattress. "Yellow, slow down, fuck..."

Rick immediately stops pushing in, making shushing noises and petting Daryl's hair. "Okay, we're slowing down," he soothes. "I'm gonna take the cuffs off. You'll have more room to breathe when your chest isn't pressed in the mattress, and you'll have your arms free to push yourself back onto me. It might help you some."

"Okay..." Daryl whimpers. He hears Rick move around behind him, his dick still throbbing inside Daryl's ass. A few moments later, there's a 'click' and the cuffs fall from his wrists.

Rick carefully moves Daryl's arms from their position behind his back, rubbing his shoulders and encouraging Daryl to stretch his arms out in front of him. "Better?" he asks.

"Mmhmm," Daryl mumbles. He shifts his body, gasping when the movement makes Rick's cock pull on his stretched rim. "Please tell me yer all the way inside me now," he begs. "Jesus Christ, Rick. Yer killin' me here!"

Rick chuckles, running his hands over Daryl's shoulders. "Don't carry on so," he smiles. "It just takes some getting used to. Unless..." He strokes Daryl's sweaty hair away from his face. "Do you want to stop, darlin'? Is it too much?"

Daryl takes a moment. Does he want to stop? Hell, no, he doesn't! It's just... overwhelming. A lot. But that's the whole point of this, isn't it? Don't think, just let Rick take him. And he still wants that. It's obvious, his own dick is still achingly hard.

"Wanna keep goin'," he assures Rick. He pushes his hands in the mattress to brace himself, arches his back and presses himself back onto Rick. Rick's right, pushing back does help a bit. The groan that falls out of his mouth is immediately echoed by the man behind him.

"Fuck, Daryl," Rick moans. "Are you sure?" But his hips are already beginning to thrust forwards again in tiny increments.

"'s The fuckin' Apocalypse and the dead're walkin'," Daryl grits out, rocking back and feeling Rick slowly, slowly sliding in further. "Survived all'a that, ain't gonna let your monster dick get the best of me!"

Rick bursts out laughing, and then both of them groan deeply when the movement of Rick's laughter jostles his dick buried inside Daryl's body.

"Oh, fuck, okay... What's your color?" Rick waits for Daryl's "green" before he pulls out a bit, bowing his neck and spitting on both his dick and Daryl's hole. He surges forward, yanking Daryl back onto him, and slides into his hot, tight body further still. Almost there, almost...

Daryl is right back into it, thrashing his head from side to side and pushing back with his hands. His mouth gapes open, drool leaking onto the mattress beneath him. His hole spasms around Rick's cock, somehow miraculously accommodating the last inch of it.

With a rough groan from Rick and a whimper from Daryl, Rick finally bottoms out. "Fuck!" he breathes. "Oh fuck, that's tight!"

Underneath Rick, Daryl is trembling, limbs vibrating on the mattress they're lying on.

"That's it. Here we go, finally!" Rick groans. He shoves his hips forward once, then leans over Daryl to nip at his neck. The movement shifts his cock inside Daryl's body, and Daryl jolts as something deep inside of him sparks and flares. "Oh, fuck...." he gasps. "Wh-what's that?" The feeling is simultaneously too much and not enough, overwhelming in a way that makes him want more and right now.

"That's your sweet spot, baby," Rick croons in Daryl's ear. "My dick is right up against it, rubbing it. You like it?" He rocks his hips and his cock drags over Daryl's prostate again, making the man jerk and swear. "Color?"

"Oh.... oh, shit," Daryl's voice is high and thin, and his body can't seem to stop shaking. "G-green, it's so fucking green... fuck!" He squirms and shifts, speared on the thick length inside of him. "Oh fuck... Officer, wha- what're ya doin' ta me? It feels... uh... feels good..."

"See? All that fighting, and this is what you've been missing. You love it, don't you, huh? Love my dick inside of you?" Rick rocks his hips harder, the drag and pull of Daryl's silky walls on his cock almost too much. He pulls Daryl's hips up, planting his hands on the man's shoulders and moving his own legs to bracket the outside of Daryl's body, standing on his tiptoes. The position gives him leverage to hold the other man down and fuck into him deep. He rolls his hips, smacking them against Daryl's ass with force. "You're taking it so good, darlin'. Knew you would. Knew all that struggling was a front, that hole was made to be fucked."

Daryl has lost the ability to speak, his eyes rolling up into his head with every hit of Rick's cock to his prostate. He feels so full, stuffed to the brim; there is nothing but Rick's hands forcing him down and Rick's cock breaching him over and over. His body rocks with the force of Rick's thrusts, and the feeling of that hot, hard shaft sliding in and claiming him again and again robs him of any thoughts other than 'yeah' and 'more' and 'Rick!'. He's reduced to lying there, taking it and fucking loving it. His dick is rock hard between his legs, curving up towards his belly. With every thrust of Rick's hips, the tip slaps against Daryl's stomach, leaving a little smear of precome.

Rick fucks in harder, his hips speeding up and his cock pounding into Daryl's ass. "I'm keeping you," he growls, his breaths bellowing out of him from the exertion. "I'm gonna keep you naked and open, ready for whenever I wanna have you. And you..." He gives another savage thrust. "Look at you, squirming on my cock. You're just gagging for it, huh? You're just a slut for my dick, aren't you?"

Daryl grunts. Apparently, Rick gets even mouthier now he's inside him, calling him names and taunting him. Something niggles in the back of Daryl's mind, but it's hard to focus on with the overwhelming feeling of getting fucked through the mattress.

"Gonna put you on the same garden shifts as me," Rick pants. "Take you out behind the toolshed during breaks, put you on your knees and shove my dick down your throat. I bet that pretty whore mouth of yours sucks cock like a champion."

"Nnngh," Daryl whines. The thought of Rick choking him on his cock gets him even harder, but... he's not sure he likes being called a whore. The niggling gets louder.

"Gonna take you with me on runs and fuck you in the backseat of the car. Make you filthy and dripping with my come. Let everyone see you're mine." Rick snaps his hips up, his fingers leaving bruises on Daryl's skin. "I'll have you bending over for me at the snap of my fingers. 'Cause you're just a little bitch for it, huh?" He fucks into Daryl viciously. "Such a good little bitch."

At those words, the niggling in Daryl's mind blows into a high, insistent screeching, and suddenly there's a very different voice calling him a little bitch. It's not a nice voice, not a sexy voice. It's not Rick's voice. It's a cruel voice, and one he has been hearing his whole damn life, taunting him, sneering at him: 'you a little bitch, Daryleena? You a pussy ass little bitch?' Daryl's body feels like it's been doused in ice water.

Rick keeps fucking him, oblivious to the tensing of Daryl's muscles this time, too far gone in pleasure. "What's. Your. Color... fuck!"

Daryl goes perfectly still and opens his eyes. He feels like time slows down and everything happens in slow motion.

He takes a deep breath...

"Red."

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"Red."

For a few seconds, neither of them move. Then, Rick slowly starts to pull away from Daryl's body. Daryl suppresses a groan at the feeling of Rick's cock dragging out of his hole, leaving him feeling empty and stretched open.

Rick hesitantly strokes his hands over Daryl's back, shifting so he's not on top of Daryl anymore but slightly to the side of him. "There now, darlin'," he murmurs, his hands gaining confidence and rubbing over Daryl's tense back and shoulders, "here we are, you're okay." He presses Daryl's hips down, taking the strain off his lower back and making him lie flat on the mattress.

Daryl closes his eyes and bites his lip, nervous. The insistent screeching in his ears has stopped and has been replaced with a faint ringing. He doesn't know how he feels, so many different emotions swirling inside of him; shame, relief, regret... He feels Rick's fingers gently carding through his hair, his fingertips stroking his temples. Soft lips press a kiss against his cheek, and he whimpers softly.

"Take it easy, sweetheart," Rick whispers. "Nothing's gonna happen. All good, now." His fingers keep stroking Daryl's hair, and he slowly lowers his body so he's lying next to Daryl on the mattress, close but not quite touching.

Daryl cracks one eye open, hesitantly peering at Rick. He sees bright blue eyes, framed with worry lines, gazing back at him. The tenderness in Rick's face makes all the emotions inside of him clog in his throat, and he gives another quiet whimper.

"Hush, darlin'," Rick says softly. "It's okay. Just breathe. We're okay, just take your time." He presses another soft kiss to Daryl's cheek. "I'm right here."

Slowly, Daryl feels his muscles uncoiling, the tension seeping out of his posture. He's not relaxed, not by a long shot, but he doesn't feel like he could snap any second anymore. He swallows thickly, then opens his mouth and takes a deep breath, in and out.

"Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?" Rick snuggles a little closer, his hand sliding to between Daryl's shoulderblades and pressing there reassuringly.

Daryl gives a little shake to his head. "Nah," he whispers. "Didn't hurt. Felt good." His voice is raw, and he clears his throat.

Rick looks at him expectantly. When Daryl doesn't elaborate, he shifts closer still, until his mouth is tucked up against Daryl's ear. "Talk to me, Daryl," he murmurs. "Tell me what made you safeword out. We'll make sure it won't happen again, okay?" All the while, his hand keeps stroking soothing circles over Daryl's upper back.

It feels nice. Grounding. Daryl relaxes further into the mattress. Still, he can't really get the words out to explain himself to Rick. The more he thinks about it, the more he feels embarrassed; was it really that bad? He knew it was Rick saying those things, not his stupid homophobic brother. God, he really overreacted, didn't he? Rick's probably disappointed, he was clearly enjoying himself until Daryl said his safeword. And for what? It was just a bit of name calling. What if he turned Rick off of fucking him because of this? What if Rick doesn't want to touch him anymore now? Fuck, Daryl's ruined everything! He finally had what he'd been fantasizing about for so long, and now he's ruined it, because he couldn't handle a couple of slurs. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Hey, Daryl? Hey, now, sweetheart?" Rick sounds worried, why does he sound worried?

Oh.

Daryl hadn't noticed his breathing speeding up during his inner ranting and self chastising until he's nearly hyperventilating. He feels lightheaded and panicky, his body tensing up again, and he turns his face into the mattress and tries to curl in on himself.

Rick's not having it. "No, darlin'," he says gently, "no hiding, come on." He pulls Daryl's arm away from his body, tugging the other man against his chest. "Here we go, I've got you."

Daryl can't help himself. Even though he feels pathetic for it, he burrows against Rick, slinging his arms around the man's torso and tucking his face against his chest.

Rick starts to slowly stroke Daryl's back again, all the while making soothing noises and kissing his hair. It's embarrassing as all Hell, and rather lovely, Daryl thinks. If Rick does this, then maybe he's not too disappointed? He doesn't seem angry, or annoyed. That's... good. Daryl's breathing starts to calm down somewhat.

After a few minutes, Rick's fingers find their way underneath Daryl's chin, and they tilt his head up so Rick can look at him. His eyes find Daryl's; calm blue sea gazing into stormy deep waters.

"Ready to talk about it, darlin'?"

Daryl looks away and anxiously bites his lip, but Rick tuts and pries it from between Daryl's teeth with his thumb. "None of that, now," he gently scolds. "No need to be nervous, I promise. I just want to know what made you uncomfortable, so I know not to do that again."

Silence. But Rick waits patiently, and after a bit, Daryl clears his throat again. "I... uh..." he starts. "I... didn't like the name callin'." He looks at Rick apologetically. "I don't like it when ya call me a slut, sorry. Or... or a whore. Or.. um... a little bitch. 'specially that one." He shifts uncomfortably, but Rick is quick to put a soothing hand on him.

"Okay," Rick nods. "Thank you for telling me. I'm sorry I did that, darlin'."

"Nah, 's not your fault," Daryl quickly tries to reassure him. "I mean, ya didn't know. An'... an' it's stupid. I dunno why I freaked out about it. I'm the one who should be sorry."

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, because Rick starts frowning at him. Shit, what did Daryl do wrong now?

"Absolutely not." Rick grabs Daryl's chin again, so he can't look away. Before Daryl starts panicking again, Rick swiftly explains. "You don't say sorry for 'freaking out', as you call it. If I do something you don't like, you tell me. Doesn't matter what it is, or why. And you did, by using your safeword. That was very good, I'm proud of you. Do you understand?"

"I... guess?" Daryl answers, doubt in his voice. "But... what if it's for a stupid reason?"

"There are no stupid reasons," Rick says resolutely. "You dislike what you dislike, and that's that. People can get uncomfortable or triggered by all sorts of things. No judgment. Not by me," he widens his eyes at Daryl, "and not by you, either. You hear?"

Daryl nods. "Okay," he whispers. "I'll try, anyway."

"Good boy," Rick says, smiling, and kisses him on the nose. Daryl scrunches up his face, and Rick starts laughing. Then, he turns serious again. "Not that you have to answer, but... do you know why you don't like to be called those names?"

Rick looks so earnest, like he simply wants to know because he wants to know everything about Daryl. Not because he wants to judge, or argue, or ridicule. He can tell Rick, Daryl decides right there and then. He wants to. He trusted the man to roleplay rape with him, for fuck's sake! He can tell him about his stupid ass of a brother. It'll be okay, Rick will understand.

"Let's get comfortable first," Rick says before Daryl can start talking. "If that's okay with you?" He sits up, grabs the hem of his shirt and looks questioningly at Daryl. After a quick nod from the other man, he takes his shirt off and then puts his hand on Daryl's bunched up jeans and underwear. "Can I take these off? Or..." his eyes search Daryl's face, "...pull them up?"

"No... no, off's.. off's fine," Daryl answers shyly, biting his thumb, and Rick smiles at his words. "I'll join you then," he says, and proceeds to take both his and Daryl's jeans and underwear off. Daryl can feel the blush creeping up on his neck and face, but he tries to ignore it in favor of relishing the feeling of Rick, naked, shuffling back in his space. Daryl thinks for a fleeting second about taking his own shirt off as well, but he decides he'd rather keep it on for a bit. Rick doesn't mention it.

"Well, uh... ya know I'm redneck trash," Daryl starts once they're both lying down again, and shakes his head at Rick's frown, which immediately appeared at the word 'trash'. "I am, Rick, ya know it. And ya know my brother, and fuck it if he ain't the very definition of redneck trash. The complete package; drugs, booze, always yellin' an' breakin' the law, and a fuckin' bigot to boot." He rolls his eyes. "That asshole ticks all the boxes. Racist, sexist, homophobic..." He looks at Rick, who has a sudden look of understanding in his eyes. "Yeah," Daryl nods. "He hates faggots, as he calls 'em. Calls me. Caught me kissin' the butcher's son behind the shop when I's fourteen. Thought he was gonna kill me. Nearly did, the way he kicked the tar outta me."

Rick makes a wounded noise, his mouth a moue of distaste. He strokes his fingertips gently across Daryl's cheek. "You didn't deserve that," he whispers.

"Know I didn't. Got it anyway," Daryl shrugs. "'s long as I didn't talk about it, or looked at a guy or somethin' like that, it would be sorta okay. I mean, he's my brother, and we took care 'a eachother. But many a time, mostly when he was drunk off his ass, he'd start ta needle me, ya know? Slapping me around, callin' me names... Pussy, slut, faggot..."

"... little bitch," Rick supplies, softly.

"Yep," Daryl agrees, "that's his favorite. 'Stop bein' a little bitch, Daryleena'. Fuck, I hate that nickname. Once, he took me to a strip club and just... All damn night, man... 'Why dontcha go up on stage, Daryleena, shake yer ass for the boys? Ride that pole like a good little bitch, ya slut!' Laughin' and punchin' my shoulder, like it was the funniest fuckin' thing. Shoulda punched his goddamn lights out for it." Daryl huffs. It feels good to get it all off his chest for once.

Rick is still stroking Daryl's face as he listens to him, as if he doesn't even register he's doing it. He looks angry, not at Daryl, but for him. Rick's outrage on his behalf kind of makes Daryl feel happy. It's a weird feeling when he's talking about pretty fucking painful memories.

"I know this is a horrible thing to say, because we don't know if he's even still alive and I know you hope he is because he's your brother and all," Rick says, "but me? I'm personally very happy Merle isn't here right now. And if I ever see him again, I'm gonna punch him in his fucking face for the way he treated you." He glances at Daryl, almost apologetic.

"Hey," Daryl shrugs, "if he ever turns up again, I'll hold 'im down for ya."

That breaks the tension, and they grin at eachother. Rick smiles and pulls Daryl back against him, hugging him tight. "Thank you," he whispers. "Thank you for trusting me. I won't ever call you names again. Promise."

Daryl lets his fingers wander into Rick's curls, looking shyly at him from the corner of his eye. Rick doesn't seem to mind, so Daryl keeps playing with his hair. It makes him feel giddy, that he's allowed to touch Rick so gently. He tries to relax into it, but there's a question of his own burning on his lips.

Rick, ever observant, notices. "What, darlin'," he whispers in Daryl's ear. "Out with it, come on."

"I jus'..." Daryl hesitates, and Rick nods to encourage him. "I jus' wanted ta know... um... what do you like about... about saying those things?"

"What do I like about calling you those names?" Rick asks, and Daryl nods, blushing.

"That's a good question, sweetheart." Rick chews on his bottom lip and then starts running his tongue over it in thought. It's awfully distracting, but Daryl tries to keep his hands at least a little bit to himself, because he really wants to know the answer.

"Well, I guess it's... because it's a little bit dirty. It's not nice, just like all the other things I want to do to you. Hold you down, fuck your brains out. Own you." He stares intently at Daryl, licking his lips again. Daryl feels the need to squirm, suddenly. "It's like an extra layer of ownership," Rick continues, his eyes focussed on Daryl's while his voice gets all growly. "Nobody gets to call you those things, only me. When I say it, I'm saying you're my whore, a slut for me. Mine to do with as I please."

Daryl shivers at the possessive tone of Rick's voice, and his dick, gone soft during his panic, slowly starts to firm up again.

Of course Rick notices, and he smiles knowingly. "Bit different like that, huh?" he asks. "Maybe even... kinda hot?" His lips trail over Daryl's jaw, and he bites gently at Daryl's neck. "Can I touch you again?" he murmurs.

Daryl nods frantically and feels the other man's grin against his neck. "We... uh... we can still do the... roleplay thing, maybe?" Daryl suggests.

"You want to?" Rick raises his head to check Daryl's expression, as if to make sure he's being truthful. "You want to get back to it? Really?"

Daryl nods, shyly at first, but with more enthousiasm once he sees the smile that breaks over Rick's face at the confirmation.

"Yeah, I... I really liked it," he mumbles.

Rick's eyes get a mischievous glint. "I'll say," he grins. "It's a good thing we're down in the basement, what with all your moaning."

Daryl blushes bright red, and Rick laughs and puts his lips against Daryl's ear. "Why don't you tell me exactly which things you did like, hmm?" He softly nips Daryl's earlobe, then speaks in a low voice. "You better obey and tell Officer Friendly what he wants to hear, or you'll be in big trouble, darlin'. I'll have no problem bringing out the cuffs again."

A thin whine escapes Daryl's mouth, and he squeezes his eyes shut. He can do this. He can talk... dirty. His dick is fully hard again, and he's suddenly acutely aware of the fact that he's probably still wide open from Rick fucking him earlier.

"I... uh... I liked how ya were rough, w-with me," Daryl stutters, a fierce blush still warming his cheeks. "Liked how ya... kept goin'."

"You liked me forcing my big cock into that tight virgin hole of yours, huh?" Rick whispers in his ear, and Daryl can't help the moan that escapes at those words.

"Yeah, you did," Rick smirks. "Felt good, getting stuffed full of my dick, didn't it?"

"Uhuh," Daryl agrees, his hips starting to press up against one of Rick's strong thighs. "Yeah, so good, Officer."

Rick pushes his thigh more firmly between Daryl's legs, giving him more friction. "You liked being at my mercy, getting fucked through the mattress. Nothing you could do but lie there and take it. Isn't that right?" Rick's hands slide down Daryl's back, coming to rest underneath his ass. He pulls Daryl against him, hard, and Daryl groans at the feeling of Rick's erection pushing against his belly.

"Y-yeah," Daryl pants, riding Rick's thigh. "Yeah, I liked it."

Rick purrs in his ear, his hands pulling Daryl against him, making him hump his leg. "You took me so well, too, darlin'. That little hole of yours all stretched out, clinging to my cock. Fuck," he groans, "never felt anything like it. Just wanted to tear you apart!"

"Wanted ya to", Daryl moans, all the while hitching his hips forwards. "Wanted ya to destroy me, make it so I would feel ya for weeks."

Rick grabs Daryl around the waist and pushes him on his back. "That can be arranged," he growls, crawling over him. "Open those legs, darlin'. Lift 'em up and let me see how loose you still are from my dick." He shoves his hands underneath Daryl's knees and pushes them up towards his chest, putting his ass on display. "Why don't you spread those cheeks for me, boy?"

Daryl slowly moves his hands down to his ass, whimpering in aroused embarrassment. Rick raises an eyebrow, silently ordering him to get on with it. He grabs his cheeks and pulls, shivering when he feels them getting unstuck from the lube that sits tacky between them. His hole pulls open and he moans, raising his hips up in offering.

"Look at you. You want me in there, don't you?" Rick stares at Daryl's hole, releasing one of his legs and slowly rubbing a finger around the loose rim. "So eager for my dick, huh? Greedy little thing." Then he looks back up at Daryl, and asks "is that okay? Can I say that?"

"Yeah," Daryl rasps, "yeah, 's fine. 'n fact..." he bites his lip, then pushes the words out, "ya can say... the other things."

Rick looks at him searchingly. "You sure, darlin'?"

Daryl nods. "I want ya to. I... I don't wanna think 'bout... 'bout before, Rick. Wanna think 'bout you, and what yer doin' ta me, when I hear those words." And even if he doesn't really understand it himself, Daryl sees the comprehension in Rick's eyes. Rick knows what he means, even if Daryl doesn't quite get it yet.

"Remember your colors," Rick whispers, then sits back on his heels and wraps his hand around his own cock, squeezing it tightly. "Well, alright then," he smiles, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Who am I to deny such a lovely little slut?" He looks at Daryl, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

Daryl looks back at him, feeling calm and eager all at once. "Green," he says clearly.

Rick's answering smile is blinding. He pushes the head of his cock against Daryl's hole and slowly thrusts forward. "Uhh, fuck," he groans, sliding in, "you're still loose from earlier. I stretched you open real good, darlin'!"

Daryl's eyes roll into the back of his head at the feeling of Rick filling him up for the second time. It goes easier than before, but damn, it's still a lot. He puts his hands on the back of his knees and pulls his legs closer to his chest, making room for Rick to get in deeper.

"That's right, sweet thing. Let me use that ass. Such a good boy." Rick grabs Daryl by the thighs and ruts in, pushing until he's fully seated. He starts up a steady rhythm; a slow drag out and a relentless push back in. "Mine," he grunts, snapping his hips up. "All mine, mine to fuck. Perfect little whore." He shoves the pointer and middle finger of one hand between Daryl's lips. "Suck on them, let me feel that mouth!"

Daryl groans around the intruding digits, sucking as hard as he can. Rick's cock in his ass and Rick's fingers on his tongue make him feel deliciously owned. He doesn't care about the name calling anymore. His brother's taunts are being erased by the moans and grunts that fall like music from the mouth of the man fucking him ever more vigorously. Rick wants him. Rick wants to use him, enjoys it, even. It's everything he dared to fantasize about while he was lying alone in his bunk, jerking off and trying to be quiet. It's more, because his inexperienced mind would never have dreamed up a scenario like this. It feels amazing.

Rick speeds up his thrusts, encouraged by Daryl's enthousiastic moaning. "Here we go," he growls, shoving his fingers further into Daryl's mouth. "Didn't know what you were missing, fighting my dick all the way. And now look at you. Squirming on my cock, my fingers down your throat. You just want to be filled, don't you? Little virgin's getting all broken in now!"

Daryl gags on the fingers pushing down on his tongue, coughing up saliva. When Rick pulls back his hand, he chases it with a whine, wanting his mouth filled again. Rick lightly smacks him across the face instead, and a bolt of arousal shoots through his body. "Wanna," he begs, "want all of ya, Officer, please!"

"Fuck!" Rick grunts. "You sure changed your tune, huh? Don't worry, darlin', you'll get it all. Every. Fucking. Inch!" Sweat flies off his body as he pounds Daryl into the mattress, his fingers tightening on Daryl's thighs in a bruising grip.

"Oh, shit," Daryl whines. His mouth gapes open, desperately trying to get enough oxygen in his lungs under the onslaught of Rick's body hammering into him.

"Feel that? Feel my dick deep inside you? Can't get enough, can you?" Rick fucks in even harder, leaning over and bending Daryl in half, using the extra leverage to get in as deep as he can. His hands push down on Daryl's shoulders hard enough to leave bruises, as his hips smack against Daryl's ass with a lewd sound. "What does that make you, huh?"

Daryl throws his head back and moans. God, it feels good, so fucking good! His calves bounce on Rick's shoulders with every thrust, and his fingers grab wildly at Rick's biceps.

"Tell me!" Rick demands, battering into him relentlessly. His eyes are wild and commanding, and he bares his teeth. "Tell me what that makes you!"

Rick's next thrusts nail his prostate, and Daryl positively howls. "Fuck! Ohh, fuck!" he grits out. "Oh, please! Please, Officer, don't stop!"

"Oh, you better believe I'm not stopping," Rick growls. "I'll fuck you until you come all over yourself, and then I'll keep going until I fill you so full of my come that it'll be dripping out of you for days!"

"Ah! Ah! Fuck!" Daryl whines, "I'm... oh, jesus, Rick!" He tries to grab his cock to jerk himself off, to give himself that last little push, but Rick smacks his hand away.

"That's mine!" Rick snarls. "You take what I give you. I decide if you come or not. I own that dick! I own that ass! And you love it, don't you?" His cock plunges into Daryl's body, hitting his sweet spot over and over, wrecking him. "Don't you?" he demands.

"Yes!" Daryl cries out. "Yeah, I love it!" His back arches off the mattress, he can't seem to catch his breath and there are tears forming in his eyes. It's too much, he needs release.

"That's right," Rick growls. "You love it. Now tell me..." he fucks into Daryl viciously and Daryl screams, his ass clamping down on Rick's cock, "...what that makes you!"

Daryl's body goes into overload and he can't take any more. "It... it makes me," he gasps, desperately, "makes me your bitch!" He throws his head back, his eyes slamming shut, tears spilling from between his lashes. "Ohh, fuuuuck!" he whines. All his muscles seize up and he starts coming, spilling all over his stomach and chest. "Rick! I'm your little bitch!"

When he came to, Daryl found himself sprawled all over Rick's body, his face squashed on Rick's chest and their legs tangled together. When he gingerly tried to move, a loud groan escaped him at the feeling of sticky wetness between his cheeks.

"Welcome back," Rick whispered above him.

Daryl looked up, and saw Rick smiling sweetly down at him, his eyes twinkling. "Back in the land of the living, darlin'?"

Daryl groaned again, laying his head back down on Rick's chest. His body felt all kinds of sore, but in a good way. All... melty and loose limbed. "Wha' happened," he rasped.

"Well, sweetheart..." Rick's arms wound around Daryl's shoulders and he felt himself turn as Rick rolled them over. "It looks like you blacked out for a moment there."

Daryl blinked up at Rick's happy face, now looking down at him from where he was lying on top of Daryl. Rick's fingers combed through his hair, his nails scratching his scalp softly. His body was warm and comforting. It felt nice.

"You okay?" Rick asked softly.

Daryl hesitantly stroked his fingers across Rick's side. "Yeah..." he murmured. "Yeah, I... I feel real good." A thought dawned on him, suddenly, and he looked at Rick, color flushing his cheeks bright red. "Did... uh," he stuttered, "did ya... I mean. I c'n feel, uh... but did ya...?" The words didn't seem to want to leave his mouth, and he gritted his teeth in frustration.

Rick laughed and took mercy on him. "Yes, darlin', I came, too. That is my come you feel leaking out of you."

Daryl groaned and squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment, which only made Rick laugh harder. A mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned over to put his mouth on Daryl's ear.

"In fact," he whispered, "I'm pretty sure you'll be leaking for quite some time. I don't think I've ever come this hard in my life. I pretty much filled that lovely ass of yours up to the brim."

"Stop!" Daryl groaned, and giggled. "You're horrible."

"Yup." Rick agreed, kissing Daryl's cheek. "That's me, Officer Horrible."

They lay there for a while, giggling and gazing at eachother dopily, Daryl blushing and redfaced and Rick looking like the cat that got the cream.

After a few minutes, Daryl started fidgeting. His fingers danced nervously over Rick's skin and he bit his lips anxiously.

"What is it, darlin'," Rick asked, brushing Daryl's hair back from his forehead. "What's on your mind?"

Daryl sighed, annoyed with himself. After all they'd just done together, he still lacked confidence! It was stupid, he decided. This was Rick. He was just gonna come out and ask, dammit.

He took a deep breath and looked Rick in the eyes. "D'ya... d'ya think you'd wanna... do this again, maybe?" he asked, hopefully. "With... with me?"

Rick smiled, and kissed him softly on the lips. "Oh, darlin'," he answered sweetly. "Don't worry." He put his mouth against Daryl's ear again and bit down on the shell, making the other man shiver.

"...I'll make you."