FIC: One Black Day
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nilchanceTitle: One Black Day
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nilchance and beanside
Rating: Adult
Pairing: JDM/JA
A/N: Retriever-verse. Violence, sex, dystopia.
It had been a stupid idea to begin with, but Jeff was just realizing that it might be suicidal as well. Retrievers didn't walk around injured. Especially in the Quarter. It was just asking for any up and coming Retriever to make their name on an older model. Bia had played that game enough in his own time, and he hadn't even hunted the streets like the young betas now.
He was a target, but it was still safer than sitting in the loft with Jensen.
Just the thought of his Librarian made something low in Jeff's stomach tighten. Even Daphne hadn't called to his baser instincts like Jensen did. She had been familiar, pleasant, and even that low level of desire had gotten her killed. If he were to touch Jensen the way he wanted to...
It wouldn't end well.
For a moment, Jeff closed his eyes, calling Librarian Daphne to mind: her quickfire wit and easy smile as she'd gone over mission reports with him, her capable hands helping to clean his weapons. How he'd seen her last, beneath him, eyes empty and staring
Worse had been the solemn, gentle words of the Administration. It was understandable. She was expendable. No one blamed him, it was his Retriever's nature to be a brute. To rape. To murder those they loved.
They'd accepted his choice to not have a Librarian for a while, allowing him to use the pool like a lowly Beta.
Their tolerance hadn't lasted forever. Then they had assigned Tiam to him. They'd had a good relationship. Tiam was about as asexual as a man could be, and Jeff... well, he was finally starting to understand what being an Alpha Retriever meant. The training, the drugs were just meant to amplify the rage that was already there. And hadn't he known all along that he was the real killer?
He had always been the monster. The Administration had just made him harder to kill.
He stopped in front of a ramshackle building in the heart of the Quarter, staring at the lighted sign that offered Shangri-La. The promised land. Under it was a smaller sign: Retrievers Welcome.
The waiting area smelled of sex and fear. The whores lounging on the couches on full display avoided his eyes, probably praying that he didn't want them tonight. Cringing.
Jensen had bared throat and opened thighs. Jensen had submitted.
Jeff hated them. Hated himself. It didn't make him want them any less.
One of them approached him, a bi-gender, her tiny cock laying soft between her legs, full nipples rouged to pink perfection. “Well, hello there,” she purred.
He bared his teeth in something that she mistook for a smile. “How much,” Jeff asked flatly.
She smile coyly and named a price. Jeff nodded, finger curling around the chain that was strung between her nipple piercings. Her gasp of pain when he pulled a little too hard shot straight to his dick, and his smile was real this time. “That's fine. You have a room?”
She licked her lips nervously and nodded. "Y-yes. Upstairs."
Her fear was like a drug. Jeff knotted his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back until she gasped. He bent, biting her lip just shy of drawing blood. "Show me."
She didn't like giving him her back, but she didn't dare to refuse an order from a Retriever either. He could taste the fear, feel her pulse skip a beat as he pressed close behind her on the stairs.
When his hands closed on her hips, pulling her back to grind into her ass, she didn't quite stifle her squeak of fear. Jeff bent, biting her throat. "You're afraid of me, aren't you?" His teeth grazed over her pulse, feeling it flutter wildly at his touch.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good." When she opened the door to her room, Jeff shoved her in, holding her against the wall with a hand resting at the base of her throat. She whimpered, and he growled, tasting her fear, reveling in her panicked breaths, the way her nipples pulled to tight points against his chest. Forcing his hand away from her throat, Jeff stepped closer still, until his cock was pressed into the hollow of her hip, rubbing just right to make sparks dance behind his eyes. He dug his fingers into her hair again, tilting her head back until the tendons were stretched tight. She arched into him with a small pained noise, her fingers closing around his wrist, nails digging in. Wide, brown eyes met his, the scent of fear sharp. "Re-Retriever," she managed, voice tight, afraid.
Her nails dug into his wrist as she struggled vainly, the tiny pain sending his instincts into overdrive. She tried to shove him away, her hand pressing unerringly into the still healing wound on his stomach.
He didn't remember moving.
She was sprawled on the floor, blood running from her lip, smearing the back of his throbbing hand. Blood welled in the crescents her nails had left in his wrist, sluggishly dripping down his wrist.
"I-" He stepped towards her, stopping when she cringed, holding her hand in front of her face. Bruises showed livid around her wrist, where he'd yanked her hand back. Fuck. He'd done it again. And still it took a force of will to step back, to keep from taking her anyway, or to savage her. Because she wasn't what or who he wanted.
Jeff threw a handful of credits on the floor next to her as he bolted, hurrying through the Quarter, welcoming the pull of his wound, the pain in his wrist. It brought the rage down, kept him from losing it, from slaughtering the people who dared to jostle him, who looked away quickly as though he would contaminate them with his gaze. He was their boogeyman. A necessary evil of the times.
Jensen was in the foyer when he rushed in, on his knees, eyes downcast. The perfect librarian. No fear, no reservation.
When Jeff stopped, breathing hard, Jensen came to his feet in a fluid movement. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, and raised his eyes to meet Jeff's. "You are injured, Retriever," he murmured, fingers stroking Jeff's forearm. "Let me tend to you."
Jeff caught Jensen's wrist in his hand, squeezing hard. He could snap Jensen's arm; he could pull it from the socket, if he tried. "Are you afraid of me, El?"
Jensen's gaze didn't so much as flicker, offering only silent acceptance of Jeff's anger, of the rage that simmered below the surface. "No," Jensen said. "Not of you."
And like that, it was over. Jeff stepped forward, pulling Jensen into a hug-- no. No, clinging to him like a buoy, the world falling down and only Jensen to hang on. One skittish, brittle Librarian.
His.
Jensen's arms surrounded him, and Jeff hid his face in the welcome darkness of Jensen's throat.
****
"Spring will be lovely, I think. The ash has cleared enough that we might see some sun."
Jeff was on the floor. Why was he--
The rage had passed. His mind was clear. He felt wrung out, empty inside. Something touched his face, and Jeff flinched before he realized that it was Jensen's hand. Jensen's fingers combing through his hair, Jensen's lap his head rested on.
Jensen didn't look down at him, but his nails scratched gently over Jeff's scalp, a silent 'hello'. Jeff swallowed his heartfelt moan, but apparently Jensen felt that he liked that, because Jensen began scritching over the rest of his head. "The turnips over there will grow," Jensen murmured, his dry voice pitched low and easy. "Sprouts peeking up from the ground. Maybe we'll have the greenhouse up by then and I can try some flowers."
"Lilies." Jeff's voice was scratched up and rusty.
"Lilies," Jensen agreed. As he shifted to stroke Jeff's forehead, Jeff could see the purple bracers of bruises around Jensen's wrists. "That would be good. I've never seen them."
"Jensen." Jeff tilted his head back, started to push up and away from Jensen and back to a safe distance. Jensen barely touched him, but his restraining hand stopped Jeff dead. "Did I hurt you?"
"Hush, Retriever. It's nothing. Go back to sleep." Jensen hesitated, his throat working, then added, "I'm here now."
Resting his cheek on Jensen's thigh, Jeff sighed and stopped fighting. He'd be sent back into the field soon, the blood and dust, and there couldn't be harm in this. Not in just this. "Will you stay?"
Jensen touched his mouth, a benediction, and said, "Of course I will."
Authors:
nilchance and beansideRating: Adult
Pairing: JDM/JA
A/N: Retriever-verse. Violence, sex, dystopia.
It had been a stupid idea to begin with, but Jeff was just realizing that it might be suicidal as well. Retrievers didn't walk around injured. Especially in the Quarter. It was just asking for any up and coming Retriever to make their name on an older model. Bia had played that game enough in his own time, and he hadn't even hunted the streets like the young betas now.
He was a target, but it was still safer than sitting in the loft with Jensen.
Just the thought of his Librarian made something low in Jeff's stomach tighten. Even Daphne hadn't called to his baser instincts like Jensen did. She had been familiar, pleasant, and even that low level of desire had gotten her killed. If he were to touch Jensen the way he wanted to...
It wouldn't end well.
For a moment, Jeff closed his eyes, calling Librarian Daphne to mind: her quickfire wit and easy smile as she'd gone over mission reports with him, her capable hands helping to clean his weapons. How he'd seen her last, beneath him, eyes empty and staring
Worse had been the solemn, gentle words of the Administration. It was understandable. She was expendable. No one blamed him, it was his Retriever's nature to be a brute. To rape. To murder those they loved.
They'd accepted his choice to not have a Librarian for a while, allowing him to use the pool like a lowly Beta.
Their tolerance hadn't lasted forever. Then they had assigned Tiam to him. They'd had a good relationship. Tiam was about as asexual as a man could be, and Jeff... well, he was finally starting to understand what being an Alpha Retriever meant. The training, the drugs were just meant to amplify the rage that was already there. And hadn't he known all along that he was the real killer?
He had always been the monster. The Administration had just made him harder to kill.
He stopped in front of a ramshackle building in the heart of the Quarter, staring at the lighted sign that offered Shangri-La. The promised land. Under it was a smaller sign: Retrievers Welcome.
The waiting area smelled of sex and fear. The whores lounging on the couches on full display avoided his eyes, probably praying that he didn't want them tonight. Cringing.
Jensen had bared throat and opened thighs. Jensen had submitted.
Jeff hated them. Hated himself. It didn't make him want them any less.
One of them approached him, a bi-gender, her tiny cock laying soft between her legs, full nipples rouged to pink perfection. “Well, hello there,” she purred.
He bared his teeth in something that she mistook for a smile. “How much,” Jeff asked flatly.
She smile coyly and named a price. Jeff nodded, finger curling around the chain that was strung between her nipple piercings. Her gasp of pain when he pulled a little too hard shot straight to his dick, and his smile was real this time. “That's fine. You have a room?”
She licked her lips nervously and nodded. "Y-yes. Upstairs."
Her fear was like a drug. Jeff knotted his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back until she gasped. He bent, biting her lip just shy of drawing blood. "Show me."
She didn't like giving him her back, but she didn't dare to refuse an order from a Retriever either. He could taste the fear, feel her pulse skip a beat as he pressed close behind her on the stairs.
When his hands closed on her hips, pulling her back to grind into her ass, she didn't quite stifle her squeak of fear. Jeff bent, biting her throat. "You're afraid of me, aren't you?" His teeth grazed over her pulse, feeling it flutter wildly at his touch.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good." When she opened the door to her room, Jeff shoved her in, holding her against the wall with a hand resting at the base of her throat. She whimpered, and he growled, tasting her fear, reveling in her panicked breaths, the way her nipples pulled to tight points against his chest. Forcing his hand away from her throat, Jeff stepped closer still, until his cock was pressed into the hollow of her hip, rubbing just right to make sparks dance behind his eyes. He dug his fingers into her hair again, tilting her head back until the tendons were stretched tight. She arched into him with a small pained noise, her fingers closing around his wrist, nails digging in. Wide, brown eyes met his, the scent of fear sharp. "Re-Retriever," she managed, voice tight, afraid.
Her nails dug into his wrist as she struggled vainly, the tiny pain sending his instincts into overdrive. She tried to shove him away, her hand pressing unerringly into the still healing wound on his stomach.
He didn't remember moving.
She was sprawled on the floor, blood running from her lip, smearing the back of his throbbing hand. Blood welled in the crescents her nails had left in his wrist, sluggishly dripping down his wrist.
"I-" He stepped towards her, stopping when she cringed, holding her hand in front of her face. Bruises showed livid around her wrist, where he'd yanked her hand back. Fuck. He'd done it again. And still it took a force of will to step back, to keep from taking her anyway, or to savage her. Because she wasn't what or who he wanted.
Jeff threw a handful of credits on the floor next to her as he bolted, hurrying through the Quarter, welcoming the pull of his wound, the pain in his wrist. It brought the rage down, kept him from losing it, from slaughtering the people who dared to jostle him, who looked away quickly as though he would contaminate them with his gaze. He was their boogeyman. A necessary evil of the times.
Jensen was in the foyer when he rushed in, on his knees, eyes downcast. The perfect librarian. No fear, no reservation.
When Jeff stopped, breathing hard, Jensen came to his feet in a fluid movement. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, and raised his eyes to meet Jeff's. "You are injured, Retriever," he murmured, fingers stroking Jeff's forearm. "Let me tend to you."
Jeff caught Jensen's wrist in his hand, squeezing hard. He could snap Jensen's arm; he could pull it from the socket, if he tried. "Are you afraid of me, El?"
Jensen's gaze didn't so much as flicker, offering only silent acceptance of Jeff's anger, of the rage that simmered below the surface. "No," Jensen said. "Not of you."
And like that, it was over. Jeff stepped forward, pulling Jensen into a hug-- no. No, clinging to him like a buoy, the world falling down and only Jensen to hang on. One skittish, brittle Librarian.
His.
Jensen's arms surrounded him, and Jeff hid his face in the welcome darkness of Jensen's throat.
****
"Spring will be lovely, I think. The ash has cleared enough that we might see some sun."
Jeff was on the floor. Why was he--
The rage had passed. His mind was clear. He felt wrung out, empty inside. Something touched his face, and Jeff flinched before he realized that it was Jensen's hand. Jensen's fingers combing through his hair, Jensen's lap his head rested on.
Jensen didn't look down at him, but his nails scratched gently over Jeff's scalp, a silent 'hello'. Jeff swallowed his heartfelt moan, but apparently Jensen felt that he liked that, because Jensen began scritching over the rest of his head. "The turnips over there will grow," Jensen murmured, his dry voice pitched low and easy. "Sprouts peeking up from the ground. Maybe we'll have the greenhouse up by then and I can try some flowers."
"Lilies." Jeff's voice was scratched up and rusty.
"Lilies," Jensen agreed. As he shifted to stroke Jeff's forehead, Jeff could see the purple bracers of bruises around Jensen's wrists. "That would be good. I've never seen them."
"Jensen." Jeff tilted his head back, started to push up and away from Jensen and back to a safe distance. Jensen barely touched him, but his restraining hand stopped Jeff dead. "Did I hurt you?"
"Hush, Retriever. It's nothing. Go back to sleep." Jensen hesitated, his throat working, then added, "I'm here now."
Resting his cheek on Jensen's thigh, Jeff sighed and stopped fighting. He'd be sent back into the field soon, the blood and dust, and there couldn't be harm in this. Not in just this. "Will you stay?"
Jensen touched his mouth, a benediction, and said, "Of course I will."
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Date: 2008-10-24 07:49 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-24 08:00 pm (UTC)and jensen and jdm is always hot stuff!
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Date: 2008-10-24 08:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-24 08:03 pm (UTC)....
ho fuck me now....
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Date: 2008-10-24 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-24 08:07 pm (UTC)While I do love hot, lizard-brain mansex, what really melts my butter is an intricate, well thought out world that I can 'see' and practically smell, taste and feel. You ladies always come through with aces.
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Date: 2008-10-24 08:07 pm (UTC)This was beautfully done! And it's as tempting as ever to wail for more when meditating on the present (like they are doing) is necessary. The eye of a storm perhaps? It's painful to think/know that it will get worse for them both in their own different ways before - if they are lucky - it gets better.
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Date: 2008-10-24 08:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-24 08:44 pm (UTC)You guys. Srsly.
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Date: 2008-10-24 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-24 09:17 pm (UTC)they're both so damaged, and this world is so cruel; it's intriguing to see them begin to relate to each other, and hopefully to heal each other eventually
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Date: 2008-10-24 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-24 09:29 pm (UTC)Oh Jeff he struggles so much, yet it seems only like a matter of time until he'll loose his fight... it's heartbreaking!
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Date: 2008-10-25 01:18 am (UTC)Retriever verse! Calloo! Callay!
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Date: 2008-10-25 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-25 01:49 am (UTC)I love how I don't quite understand what went on in this world, what made people like Jeff needed, and it doesn't bother me in the least, they way you've built this story to be all about the relationship between Jeff and Jensen, nothing else is important, nothing else is necessary. Just them.
And they are so well fleshed out that the little glimpses we do get of this society make total sense.
This is perfect. Plus, y'know, cyberpunk.
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Date: 2008-10-25 03:45 am (UTC)Need a moment to gather enough brain cells to put together a coherent thought. . . . Nope, not going to happen. Awesomeness has wiped all brain function.