takecourage | (no subject)

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

"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."

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takecourage

They both know it'd never happen in real life but it's fun to think about.

"Maybe I'd just let them have you. Work out whatever frustrations they've got with you, Virgil."

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more_magic

"Too cruel, Dante." The use of their offices at this point, when he's naked and restrained with Alex knuckle-deep in his ass, is somehow one of the filthiest things he's ever heard. "Who knows what would be left of me once they were finished."

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takecourage

"Not much," she says, pressing her finger until it's as deep as she can get, giving him a moment to adjust. "Or not much not smeared in come anyway."

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more_magic

"I was thinking more of my mental state, since it is Manuscript we're talking about," he says, his breath shuddering out of him as she presses her finger in all the way. "But your point is a valid one."

She pauses to let him adjust, and after a moment he's nodding, his head turning instinctively to look back at her despite the blindfold. "Still good, Alex."

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takecourage

"I'm sure they'd make it as humiliating as they possibly can," she says, starting to fuck him with her finger. "Kind of fun to imagine if I'm honest."

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more_magic

"Fun for you," he mutters, even as he feels the corner of his mouth lift in a smile. She starts fucking him, slow and steady, and his eyebrows tick up.

"Oh, Christ."

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takecourage

"I can definitely keep talking about it if you want," she says, mouth ticking into a grin as he reacts to the movement of her finger.

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more_magic

Danny has to think about that--a prospect made all the more difficult by the slow thrust of Alex's finger--but after a minute or two, he nods. "Go ahead."

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takecourage

"I don't know how they get you there," she says, fucking him more definitely now. "But they set you up just like this - naked on all fours. Blindfolded. In the middle of one of those party rooms."

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more_magic

Alex says it, and he can picture it--maybe on the altar of that flower-strewn cathedral, maybe the banquet room, maybe some other more suitable illusion of Manuscript's devising. It could be anywhere, or anything; that was what they did best.

"Some party favor I'd be." He groans as she starts to fuck him with more intent, sharp bolts of pleasure already shooting down his spine and pooling low in his hips. "Ready for just about any use."

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takecourage

"I think they'd have you suck cock first," she says, reaching between his thighs to fondle his balls as she fingers him. "Give you something else to do with that mouth of yours."

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more_magic

"Never done that before," he says, his head spinning as she kneads at his balls, as it only drives him closer to something he knows she won't grant him yet. He loves this, and knows he shouldn't, nothing about it suggesting the kind of man his grandfather had reared him to be. And yet, right now, it's difficult to care.

"Not that anyone at Manuscript is going to consider what I have and haven't done."

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takecourage

"They're definitely not going to care," she says, pushing her finger as deep as she can. "And you're going to suck what you're given to suck."

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more_magic

She pushes her finger deep, the angle of it just right, and he lets out a shout, his cock twitching in the ring and the leaking head smearing against his belly. "Fuck's sake, Stern, just let me come."