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Living with Darlington is a very different experience to living with anyone else that Alex has ever shared space with. With Mira, there was all kinds of attempts at rules and structure that never really worked out, while Ground Zero had been chaos of the ugliest kind. Her dorm room had been nice, the girls there for company, the sound of Mercy breathing at night. She'd never really had a chance to sleep at il Bastogne.

But here they are.

They haven't really done anything all day, just slept late and then lazed around in each other's company. She'd even managed to talk Darlington out of going for a run. Now, they're lying on the couch, their legs tangled together comfortably. Darlington's reading and Alex is idly flipping through cable channels. She nudges him with her heel against his thigh.

"Your turn to cook," she says, glancing at him.

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takecourage

"That's very true," she says, running one hand over the hot curve of his ass, squeezing. "Why wouldn't you? What did you think? Did it work?"

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more_magic

She squeezes his ass, a rough handling of already-abused skin, and Danny groans, his forehead dropping to the bed again. "I still wonder sometimes what value you really get out of asking these questions," he says, letting out a hard, almost sighing breath, knowing he'll answer her anyway--now, and the next time, and the time after that.

"It worked. I tried it in the shower, the first time. Slicked up my hand with soap and worked a finger in as carefully as I dared." He shakes his head, the motion making a soft sound against the sheets. "Came so fast and got so weak in the knees I nearly concussed myself on the wall of the shower."

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takecourage

"Making you talk about these things is very un-you," she says, still squeezing his ass, enjoying the way that it makes him groan. "Did you do it again after that?"

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more_magic

She doesn't let up--not the questions, not the rough touch to his ass--and even if he could he knows he wouldn't pull away. "Yes," he says, biting his lip as her fingers press against one of the welts already forming on his skin. "One night when I was jerking off in bed."

It's the same bed as was always in his room at Black Elm, that narrow, hard thing he knows Alex has slept in--with and without him--on at least two occasions, and he feels his face grow a little hot. "That was less of a...satisfying experience, to be frank. No lube, or soap as in the shower, just spit."

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takecourage

"Oh dear," says Alex, and she lands a hard slap against his reddened ass. "Maybe we ought to have another go right now? you're in the right position after all."

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more_magic

The slap is just on the good edge of too much, and his mouth works soundlessly as the sting reverberates through him, his hands twitching in the restraints still lashing him to the headboard. It takes him a moment to come up with any answer at all.

"Okay," he says, punctuating it with another nod of his head against the sheets. "Let's try it again."

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takecourage

"Try what again, Danny?" she asks, loving the way that he reacts to the slap. She does it again, the other cheek this time, watching him squirm, knowing that he can't go far with how she's got him trussed up.

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more_magic

This time, he does manage a noise, something choked and undignified that rips out of his throat before he can stop it. He can feel the ache of his cock, the tight pressure of the ring around the base, and it's the best kind of torture.

"Try playing with my ass," he says, the words almost breathless. "Putting a finger up there, seeing what it does to me. How...how much I'm going to like it."

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takecourage

"Sounds like fun to me," says Alex, grinning as she gets off the bed and grand the lube that they keep in one of the bedside tables because sometimes it's fun to get everything a little more slippery. "We'll get you good and lubed up first. Make sure you know exactly what's happening to you."

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more_magic

"Yes, Alex." He feels the sway of the bed as she gets up, hears the rattle of the drawer, and takes a shuddering breath in some kind of filthy anticipation. Only she could do this to him.

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takecourage

"Have you ever let someone you're fucking do this to you?" She asks, dropping the lube on the bed for a second so that she can spread his ass with her hands, wide enough that he'll feel totally exposed. She knows how much he craves humiliation, how hard he gets off on it, and she leans across him, letting a little spit dribble down from her mouth and onto his exposed asshole.

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more_magic

"Never," he says, his hips jumping at the spreading, stinging pressure of her hands. He was already naked and tied down, already so turned on it was almost disgraceful, but she adds that extra layer and he's almost glad he's wearing a cockring. "You'll be the first."

He hears what he thinks is her clearing her throat, and then her spit drips onto him and he realizes how wrong he'd been. "Did you just--" he starts, but he still doesn't move an inch.

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takecourage

"You know what I did," she says, spreading that spit over him with the pad of her thumb. "And you can't do anything about it, can you? Just kneel there and take it like a good little slut."

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more_magic

"Christ," he breathes, shaking with effort as he tries to resist the sudden urge to press into that spreading, circling touch of her thumb. He's aware all over again of the rigid bar between his ankles, the way he's spread and open to her until she decides to remove it.

"I can't do anything," he repeats. "I just have to take it, like a good slut. Whatever you decide to do, up to and apparently including spitting on me."

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takecourage

"You haven't used your safeword," she reminds him, still rubbing, teasing his asshole. "So it can't be that bad."

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more_magic

"No, I haven't," he says, only just managing to swallow back a groan as she keeps working on him. "More proof of what I really think about all this."

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takecourage

"I like you in this position," she says, picking up the lube and slicking her fingers, reaching between his spread thighs to fondle the length of his cock. "All exposed and on display for me."

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more_magic

He's pushing into the fondling stroke of her hand before he can think, the twitch of his hips a needy kind of thing. None of it does any good, not when he knows she won't let him come yet, but he does it anyway.

"Of course you do," he says. "Turning the golden boy into a spectacle, all for yourself."

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takecourage

The lube on her palm makes everything slippery and Alex lets him push through her fingers for a long moment before she takes her hand away.

"Imagine if Manuscript could see you now."

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more_magic

"Oh, that's a low blow, Stern," he groans, blushing so hard his face flames with it.

The fact of his protest doesn't keep him from picturing it; being exposed like this in that long, subterranean banquet room, Caihe and the others at their feast as they took in the sight of him. He doesn't want it, not for real, but the images swim through his head anyway.

"Think they'd be upset or impressed it didn't even take dosing me with Merity to get me here?"

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takecourage

"Definitely impressed," she says, starting to slowly work the tip of one finger into his ass. "You'd fit right in at one of those parties."

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more_magic

"I'd never live it down." There's a slow, steady pressure against his asshole--Alex's finger, he knows what it is--and he presses his forehead to the sheets, his eyelashes fluttering behind the blindfold.

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takecourage

"Definitely not," she says, keeping up that slow and careful push of her finger. "Just imagine what they'd do to you."

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more_magic

Danny groans, his hips rocking slightly into the push of her finger. "They've had three years of dealing with my scorn," he says. "The revenge would be both creative and long in coming. More so than whatever the fuck they put in that fog machine."