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Lil rarepair request on the Dead by Daylight fandom for Ace Visconti & David King. I love their dynamic and the parallels in their respective backgrounds / archives stories.
Party in Room 9
Pairing: David King/Ace Visconti
Fandom: Dead by Daylight
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Modern AU, no Entity, Canon divergence, debt collector AU, Sex as payment, cumming in pants, throat fucking, impact kink
Word Count: 2150
Comments: Dear anon, I hope you don’t mind I made this a modern AU? I thought the situation fit something Ace would get into and I know David did some ‘debt collecting’ business. So I thought I would try it out. I hope the characters fit what you think of them and I hope you enjoy it :) . There is smut at the end so just a fair warning.
Ace lounged in a ratty chair he had found in his motel room. His fingers rifled through a stack of cash he had ‘won’ off a Texas Hold ‘Em table in some backalley poker club. If you could even call it winning in the first place. He had made two people bust out just by giving them an irritatingly smug smirk, and the last person ended up playing until he grudgingly quit before he busted out.
Now Ace was riding out that high from having swindled a poker table with relative ease. He counted out four hundred fifty-five dollars and propped his boots up on the scuffed desk. It wasn’t his biggest take, but it was a payout all the same. He debated what to buy first with the cash. Sure, he had stuff he should buy, but it wasn’t what he wanted.
Maybe he could rent a car for the night, some speedy Posche or strong muscle car. Wreak havoc on the streets and pick up some chick who thought she could handle ol’ Ace Visconti. Have a good fuck then get the hell out of town. While contemplating what to do with his cash, a knock sounded on the door of his room.
He froze and looked at the door, the paint peeling off the edges and the area around the doorknob grubby from dirty hands. He didn’t have friends or family. Maybe it was house keeping?
The knock sounded again, loud and sharp.
Ace looked to the window he could escape from before shaking his head and stuffing the cash in his dufflebag. Best case scenerio he was just overreacting, worse case scenario he would get shot.
Slowly Ace approached the door, looking through the peephole. A large man with a scar over the bridge of his nose stood in a leather jacket. Yeah, Ace didn’t know this feller. Ace walked away from the door, quietly going toward his bag. He slipped the dufflebag over his shoulder and crept for the window. The man knocked at the door again as Ace slid the window open and went to remove the screen.
Ace was starting to climb through the window when a loud bang and crash rangout behind him. He looked over his shoulder, his heart thumping in excitement like it did when he knew he had a poker pot in the bag. His sunglasses slid down his nose as he looked at the man who had just kicked down the door.
“Oi! Where the hell do ya think your goin’, cunt?” The man’s thick English accent echoed in the room as he strided across it. Ace scrambled to get through the window but was yanked back by a hand grabbing the back of his shirt. He was bodily lifted up and thrown to the ground making him grunt in pain. The English guy stood over him, legs spread and fists clenched.
“Ay, woah woah, English! Come on now what’s all the fuss?” Ace scooted backwards trying to slip out from under the larger man. A heavy boot landed on his leg making him wince even as he tried to keep a charming grin on his face.
“You rememeber taking a loan from Mr. Cargie? One you haven’t repaid?” The man narrowed his eyes and cracked his wrapped knuckles as if intimidation would work on Ace. He racked his brain trying to remmeber a ‘Cargie’ but came up blank. He put on his best poker face and cocked his head.
“Oh? Mr. Cargie, yeah we go way back. I’m sure he’ll forgive me. But who are you? His little golden retriever?” Ace hummed and sat up on his elbows.
The man barked a harsh laugh and suddenly leaned down to grab Ace by the front of his shirt. “Name’s David, and you should remember that for when I knock your bloody front teeth out.” He hissed before slamming Ace into the nearest wall.
Ace wheezed and grabbed at David’s forearm, his feet dangling in the air. He was impressed at how strong the guy actually was, his groin giving an interested pulse. He smiled even as he felt the crushing weight of David’s knuckles digging into his sternum. “David, huh? How’s about I pay you half of what I got right now to let me go.”
David shook his head and being this close, Ace could see an old scar that split his eyebrow. “I don’t want your money, but Mr. Cargie does. You owe him. What do ya got on you right now?”
“Why should I tell you? I’m pretty sure if I call the police right now, you’d be going to jail for the night.” Ace quipped back. “Beating someone to a pulp is illegal.”
The Englishman tilted his head and arched an eyebrow. “Who says I’d beat ya to a pulp? Maybe I got other ways of making people pay up.” David suddenly shoved a knee between Ace’s thighs making the cardplayer squeak and widen his eyes behind his sunglasses. “You get off on people roughing you up, huh? You like getting thrown around? Must be why you hang around those dirty little poker tables.”
Ace hadn’t even noticed he was starting to get hard, but with that solid thigh between his legs his body heated a few degrees. “I don’t get off on being thrown around. I’m just a junky for adrenaline.” Ace shrugged but let out a frightened noise as David turned and threw Ace down on the bed’s hard mattress.
“How much do you got with you?” David asked while stalking toward the bed frame.
“Dunno for sure.” Ace shrugged, looking at his fingernails in disinterest, if only to rile the Englishman up more. David launched forward with his hand shooting out and grabbing Ace’s groin. Ace opened his mouth to shout in surprise only to grit his teeth as David squeezed mercilessly on his semi-hard cock.
“I’ll ask again. How much do you have on you right now, Ace?”
Ace winced, his neck starting to sweat and his face growing hot. The grasp on his cock was painful but it sent shivers of pleasure through his spine. “I- can’t rightfully recall.” He gritted out, biting his lower lip as his toes curled in his boots.
David’s lips quirked up into a smirk, his grasp tightening on Ace until the man choked in pain. “You sure you don’t fockin’ recall? Cause I can keep doing this until your little pecker pops.”
Ace let out an audible moan before stifling it and feeling his face burn in embarrassment. He was always the man in charge of the situation, how was he enjoying this? “First off-” Ace breathed sharply, “It ain’t little. Second off, I’m sure I don’t remember.”
“Oh, oh, oh, feisty.” David leaned back like a cobra arching up ready to strike. “I’m sure I can get the fight out of you real bloody quick.” David’s fist connected with Ace’s nose, laying the swindler out on the bed.
Ace reached up to hold his nose, letting David grab his dufflebag and search through it. “Well, lookie here.” David pulled out the lump of cash and waved it at Ace. “Lying to me? Tsk, tsk, I’ll be taking this and you can make up the difference by doing something for me.”
Ace pulled his hand away from his throbbing nose and cracked sunglasses. “And what would this difference be?” Ace asked warily even as his throbbing erection raged in his pants.
“Hm,” David pocketed the money and sat on the edge of the bed, his thighs splayed. “You can start by suckin’ my dick.”
“Sex as payment real classy, English.” Ace sat up, looking at the broad shouldered debt collector. He certainly was interested, even if he was a bit disappointed all his ‘hard-earned’ cash was being taken. But sucking dick did outweigh dying. He slipped off the bed to his knees, his head pounding with an oncoming headache.
“You’re the one getting on your knees without complaint.” David purred and leaned back on his hands looking down his nose at Ace. “Go on, I don’t have all night.”
Ace huffed and removed his sunglasses, rolling his eyes and reaching up to undo David’s belt. “No foreplay?” Ace joked, making David angle his head, a warning flashing in his eyes. “Alright, yeesh.” Ace unzipped the Englishman’s pants and fished his dick out of his boxers. It appeared Ace wasn’t the only one getting hard from the roughness before.
He looked up at David with a sultry grin, opening his mouth to quip about David getting off on this, but David snarled and grabbed a fistful of Ace’s hair. A shout of pain echoed in the room before Ace bit his lip and pressed his thighs together. “Jeez, impatient much? Okay okay, calm down.” Ace hissed out as David chuckled darkly.
“Well get to it then cunt.” David sighed as if he was bored and shoved Ace’s head down toward his dick. The tip was an angry red and a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair almost made David’s dick inviting.
Ace opened his mouth and set the tip at his lips before suckling on it and tonguing at the slit. David cursed and spread his legs wider, his hand tightening in Ace’s hair. Ace wrapped a hand around the base of David’s cock, pumping it as he took the head into his mouth.
The fastest Ace did this the faster he could get out of this little hell hole. He swirled his tongue around the head and followed a throbbing vein down the shaft. His fingers alternated between gently squeezing and running up and down the lower part of the shaft, which made David let out a groan of pleasure.
“I see you get your money doing other things other than gambling.” David mumbled out, his other hand coming up to hold the back of Ace’s head. “But I’d rather hear you gag.” David thrusted his hips forward, driving his dick down Ace’s throat. Ace choked and scrambled to hold David’s thighs. David stood up, holding Ace flush against his groin before he pulled Ace’s head back.
Ace inhaled sharply and worked his jaw having been unprepared for the sudden throat fuck. “I can just tell all the girls love you. Who wouldn’t like having a pipe shoved down their throat?” Ace snorted only to yelp as David shoved his head down while thrusting forward.
David’s accent got thicker as he cursed and mumbled above Ace. His fingers curled into Ace’s scalp like talons, holding him in place. And Ace was loving it.
His throat constricted everytime the tip hit his gag reflex, but it shot pleasure to his own prick. Palming his own clothed dick, Ace rutted his hips forward. Saliva and precum spilled down his chin and stuck to his facial hair. Usually he would hate the dirtiness of sex, but in the moment he could careless as David wrecked his mouth.
“I’m going to cum down your throat and you’re going to bloody take it all, fockin’ cunt.” David growled above him, his hips snapping forward at a quicker pace. Ace only choked in reply, his eyes wide and looking up at David. His hand tightened on his dick as he fondled the pulsing organ. He was close too, so so close. He knew it would be embarrassing to cum in his pants, but Ace craved that humiliation. It made him moan around David’s dick.
David hunched over Ace’s head and held him in a suffocating grip as he came. Ace felt like he was drowning in cum, his throat working to try and swallow the warm liquid as his nose pressed into David’s navel. He only had to tighten his hand on his cock for him to spill over.
When David pulled back, he shoved Ace away making the man sprawl on the ground, a clear wet patch growing in his boxers. David panted and slicked off his dick before tucking it away and hiking up his pants again. “Well, I would consider that your debt paid.”
Ace absently nodded, his body felt like it was floating as he savored the rawness of his throat and the lingering taste of salty cum. He tried to speak but a cough tore out of his throat. He sat up slowly. “If you want to lose at cards, English, you can come find me.” Ace rasped, picking up his cracked sunglasses and putting them over his eyes.
David snorted, but a grin crossed over his brutish face. “If you want me to throat fuck you again, you can just say that.” David turned to walk out of the broken door, waving over his shoulder. “See you later, bitch.”
Ace watched the Englishman leave, his bruised and battered body aching but in the best way possible. Maybe next time he could destroy his ass instead of his throat.