Title: Breaking Captain Ryan
Pairing/characters: Ryan/Evil!Ryan (Ryan/Connor implied)
Warnings: Non-con, violence, bondage, cross dressing (implied).
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 900
Summary: Trapped in an alternate timeline, Ryan faces his most dangerous enemy.
AN: This is Fred’s fault. The pairing and prompts were Ryan, Ryan, and cross dressing. There’s cross dressing in there somewhere. Maybe. If you squint a bit.
Ryan heard the door open and felt himself tense. He heard footsteps enter the room, pause, and the door close again. He heard the sound of something being dropped to the floor, and then the footsteps came closer. He was still tied facedown on the bed, and couldn’t see who it was yet, but he was convinced it was just one person this time. Unlike the last time. And the time before that.
Oh, fuck. It was him.
Suddenly there was hot breath right by his ear.
“I asked you a fucking question, captain.”
Ryan turned his head enough to look into the hard blue eyes that were inches away from him, and stared right back at his doppelganger.
The other Ryan smirked and stood back, and Ryan made a point of looking him up and down, taking in the black leather trousers, the tight black t-shirt, and the whip curled in loops around his hand.
“Which bad porn film did you just walk off the set of?” Ryan quipped. He had no intention of giving his double the satisfaction of seeing him sweat, or grovel, or even flinch.
“That might be a more convincing show of bravado if you weren’t naked and tied down and had just been used as a fuck toy by every single man in my squad.”
“What do you want?” Ryan asked. If his double was working up to another torture session, he wished the bastard would just get the hell on with it and quit with the gloating.
The other Ryan crouched down beside him so he was on eye level.
“If Connor could see you now, what would he think? We’ve got him as well, you know. He still thinks that you’re going to orchestrate some amazing escape and rescue. He won’t give us what we want as long as he believes that you’re going to be the big hero.”
Ryan refused to react to the mention of Connor. He refused to let himself imagine what these bastards had done to his lover, or what Connor had thought when he saw this alternate version of Ryan. Unless... what if there was an alternate Connor as well? What if this entire fucking world was inhabited by fucked up versions of everyone he knew?
His attention was snapped back when the other Ryan stood up and moved round behind him again. He heard the sound of the whip unfurling, and tried to force himself to stay calm, quiet.
Without warning, something hard shoved into his arse, and Ryan bit back a gasp of pain. He felt drag and burn as the hard edges of the whip handle was forced further and further in.
“I know what you’re thinking, Ryan,” his double said. “I know because I am you, so I know what I’d be thinking if I was in your place. You don’t want to give me anything. You want to make me push and push until I either make a mistake and give you an opening, or until I kill you.”
The handle was dragged out of him, and then shoved back in hard, fast. Ryan felt tearing, and squeezed his eyes closed.
He felt hot breath on the back of his neck.
“I’m not going to kill you,” the other Ryan whispered. “That would be too easy. That wouldn’t get Connor to co-operate.”
The handle twisted inside him, its movement eased by the sudden hot slickness.
“I know what you fear, because I am you. I know what it takes to break you. And that’s what I’m going to do, Ryan. I’m going to break you, and I’m going to make sure that Connor is there to see it. I want to see the look in his eyes when he realises that you aren’t going to rescue him this time. That you’re not the hero. That you’re nothing. Humiliated. Broken.”
Ryan felt the first real fear curling within him, even as the whip handle was dragged out again.
“I brought you something, Ryan. Don’t you want to look at your present?”
Ryan felt a hand on the back of his neck, and his head was forcibly twisted to the side so he was looking into the room. It took him a moment to work out what he was seeing. Then his eyes widened a fraction as he recognised the leather cuffs and manacles. And the corset. A black leather corset, the back laced with pink ribbons and leather straps. The thick leather collar with a long chain attached to the corset.
“You’re going to be wearing that when I take you to see Connor. You’re going to crawl on your hands and knees and he is going to watch while you suck off every one of my men in turn. While they all use you over and over until you beg them to stop.”
The other Ryan slipped his hand further round and squeezed Ryan’s throat just enough to make his head start to spin.
“Connor is going to watch you break, and I am going to make sure that you are looking into his eyes at the moment when he loses faith in you.”
He leaned close again, and Ryan fought to stay conscious.
“And when I’m finished with you, then I get to start on Connor.”
Over my dead body, was Ryan’s last thought as the darkness took him.