FIC: Crow on the Cradle
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nilchanceTitle: Crow on the Cradle
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nilchance
Rating: Adult
Pairing: AKB, Jeremy/Marisa. Graphic het.
A/N: In my head, I totally call this '8 Times Oral Sex Changes Jeremy's Life'. So this is 3/8.
It's funny, but he meets Marisa because of Jeff. Because of the Trust. Jeremy's still scrawny from the AZT he took (just in case, just until the bloodwork comes back) and he still heaves at the smell of bleach, but he can hide it all under an expensive suit. So he goes out to free some slaves.
Even then, he doesn't quite know what that means.
It's a pharmaceutical company. When he finds Marisa, they've stripped her to an animal. They have her strapped to a table, an IV in her arm, and the stink of fear shakes Jeremy to his marrow. He freezes under the jocular hand on his shoulder, trying to steer him away.
Marisa's head rolls toward him, and her eyes meet his. The bald, raw patches in her sweaty hair shine under the fluorescent lights. There's no plea in her expression. There's not much at all in them.
"Cure for depression, right there," the owner says proudly. "So far, we've burned out her dopamine receptors. Emptied her right out. The eggheads think they can give her those back in a pill. Damnedest thing, science, am I right?"
Jeremy clears his throat twice before he can speak. "What's her name?"
The owner frowns. "What's it matter?"
Jeremy smiles. "Because if you don't let her the fuck up, I'll staple your balls to the wall for corporate tax fraud."
They get her out from the lights in under an hour, wrapped up in Jeremy's coat. Another few hours and Jeremy's brought her to Cate. But she's never quite right after that.
***
Two years pass. Once she's out of the hospital, Marisa slinks around his house like a ghost. She wears his clothes, when she wears anything at all, and sleeps in his closet. She gnaws her knuckles bloody and she hovers over him while he's trying to sleep, just watching him. She screams when anybody touches her. One ugly afternoon, with no damn warning, she scratches Jeff's arm so deep he nearly needs stitches. She clutches and twitches and haunts. She eats, when he makes her. She sleeps, when he agrees to watch over her. They take their pills and share the same cup.
She heals. They both heal.
They circle each other.
***
They're both manic when it happens.
Jeremy wakes with his dick in her mouth, her arms cradling his hips, and he nearly jack-knifes out of bed. He can still taste the nightmare behind his teeth. "What-- I--"
Marisa shines too bright, her eyes crinkling up at the corners. Her mouth is wet and slick and good, swallowing him down, coaxing him to rise to meet her. He is, getting hard against her suckling mouth. He's hard for the light in her eyes and the way he can smell her pussy. The way she's pressed against his calf, bleeding her desire and grinding it into his skin. Marking him as hers. He's most hard for that.
"Baby," he groans, and drops his head back into the pillow. "You want this? You really want this?"
Slipping him from her mouth with a slick pop, she wipes her mouth on her wrist and slinks up his body. Takes his wrist, and guides his fingers to her soaking cunt. Then, like that's her final answer, she kneels over his hips.
Jeremy snares her by the waist. She's so little that his fingers nearly meet. He stops her, and she growls at him.
"Tell me," he says. "Tell me yes or I won't do it."
"Yes," she hisses, and pushes her way out of his grip. "Jesus, Jeremy, just take something for once. Be a greedy sonofabitch. You're an accountant."
The way she says it, all granola disgust for his number-crunching, deflates the tension in his stomach. He laughs, and tips them both over into the sheets. She grunts on impact, louder than necessary, and fidgets until he lets her go again.
"Greedy, huh?" he says.
Marisa blows the hair out of his face. "I'll make you feel better. I promise." Grabbing his hands, she puts them on her tits. "Aren't I warm, baby? You said you were cold."
He blinks at her. "When?"
"C'mon," she says, not answering, and squeezes his hands tighter on her. Harder than he'd ever do it. He digs his fingers in, greatly daring, and she shudders. "Fuck me. I want it. I want you."
All of him.
He slips his hands (their hands) down her hips, where she's filling out as time passes. He likes the easy strength of her thighs. He likes that when he runs his thumb down the tangle of her pubic hair, she barks a laugh. "Shoulda trimmed up."
She started it, he thinks, but his mind glosses over that when he finds the slippery trigger of her clit. She jolts against him, moans and pushes hard into his fingers.
"Don't," he says. "I like you like this."
He strokes his thumb over her, pets her until her voice breaks over them both. The whole damn house'll hear, but. Let them. Whatever. It doesn't matter. Only she matters.
When their bodies come together, it's nearly bruising. It's the best thing ever, this is the best sex ever, he needs her, he needs her to need him, he needs--
It's the first time in years, the first time since Jeff. His pulse races. He whines under her touch, straining up into her, and she plays him like a pawn shop guitar. It's crazy. They're crazy, he thinks, and laughs out loud.
He makes her come twice. The first time, she drags her nails down his belly and he cries out. The second time, her ripe cunt pulls him deeper into her like breaking apart.
Marisa drapes over him, her hair splayed over his chest. They breathe, slowing, matching each other, grounding down. She smells like the soap Jeff gave him for his birthday.
When he sleeps, another nightmare follows.
Author:
nilchanceRating: Adult
Pairing: AKB, Jeremy/Marisa. Graphic het.
A/N: In my head, I totally call this '8 Times Oral Sex Changes Jeremy's Life'. So this is 3/8.
It's funny, but he meets Marisa because of Jeff. Because of the Trust. Jeremy's still scrawny from the AZT he took (just in case, just until the bloodwork comes back) and he still heaves at the smell of bleach, but he can hide it all under an expensive suit. So he goes out to free some slaves.
Even then, he doesn't quite know what that means.
It's a pharmaceutical company. When he finds Marisa, they've stripped her to an animal. They have her strapped to a table, an IV in her arm, and the stink of fear shakes Jeremy to his marrow. He freezes under the jocular hand on his shoulder, trying to steer him away.
Marisa's head rolls toward him, and her eyes meet his. The bald, raw patches in her sweaty hair shine under the fluorescent lights. There's no plea in her expression. There's not much at all in them.
"Cure for depression, right there," the owner says proudly. "So far, we've burned out her dopamine receptors. Emptied her right out. The eggheads think they can give her those back in a pill. Damnedest thing, science, am I right?"
Jeremy clears his throat twice before he can speak. "What's her name?"
The owner frowns. "What's it matter?"
Jeremy smiles. "Because if you don't let her the fuck up, I'll staple your balls to the wall for corporate tax fraud."
They get her out from the lights in under an hour, wrapped up in Jeremy's coat. Another few hours and Jeremy's brought her to Cate. But she's never quite right after that.
***
Two years pass. Once she's out of the hospital, Marisa slinks around his house like a ghost. She wears his clothes, when she wears anything at all, and sleeps in his closet. She gnaws her knuckles bloody and she hovers over him while he's trying to sleep, just watching him. She screams when anybody touches her. One ugly afternoon, with no damn warning, she scratches Jeff's arm so deep he nearly needs stitches. She clutches and twitches and haunts. She eats, when he makes her. She sleeps, when he agrees to watch over her. They take their pills and share the same cup.
She heals. They both heal.
They circle each other.
***
They're both manic when it happens.
Jeremy wakes with his dick in her mouth, her arms cradling his hips, and he nearly jack-knifes out of bed. He can still taste the nightmare behind his teeth. "What-- I--"
Marisa shines too bright, her eyes crinkling up at the corners. Her mouth is wet and slick and good, swallowing him down, coaxing him to rise to meet her. He is, getting hard against her suckling mouth. He's hard for the light in her eyes and the way he can smell her pussy. The way she's pressed against his calf, bleeding her desire and grinding it into his skin. Marking him as hers. He's most hard for that.
"Baby," he groans, and drops his head back into the pillow. "You want this? You really want this?"
Slipping him from her mouth with a slick pop, she wipes her mouth on her wrist and slinks up his body. Takes his wrist, and guides his fingers to her soaking cunt. Then, like that's her final answer, she kneels over his hips.
Jeremy snares her by the waist. She's so little that his fingers nearly meet. He stops her, and she growls at him.
"Tell me," he says. "Tell me yes or I won't do it."
"Yes," she hisses, and pushes her way out of his grip. "Jesus, Jeremy, just take something for once. Be a greedy sonofabitch. You're an accountant."
The way she says it, all granola disgust for his number-crunching, deflates the tension in his stomach. He laughs, and tips them both over into the sheets. She grunts on impact, louder than necessary, and fidgets until he lets her go again.
"Greedy, huh?" he says.
Marisa blows the hair out of his face. "I'll make you feel better. I promise." Grabbing his hands, she puts them on her tits. "Aren't I warm, baby? You said you were cold."
He blinks at her. "When?"
"C'mon," she says, not answering, and squeezes his hands tighter on her. Harder than he'd ever do it. He digs his fingers in, greatly daring, and she shudders. "Fuck me. I want it. I want you."
All of him.
He slips his hands (their hands) down her hips, where she's filling out as time passes. He likes the easy strength of her thighs. He likes that when he runs his thumb down the tangle of her pubic hair, she barks a laugh. "Shoulda trimmed up."
She started it, he thinks, but his mind glosses over that when he finds the slippery trigger of her clit. She jolts against him, moans and pushes hard into his fingers.
"Don't," he says. "I like you like this."
He strokes his thumb over her, pets her until her voice breaks over them both. The whole damn house'll hear, but. Let them. Whatever. It doesn't matter. Only she matters.
When their bodies come together, it's nearly bruising. It's the best thing ever, this is the best sex ever, he needs her, he needs her to need him, he needs--
It's the first time in years, the first time since Jeff. His pulse races. He whines under her touch, straining up into her, and she plays him like a pawn shop guitar. It's crazy. They're crazy, he thinks, and laughs out loud.
He makes her come twice. The first time, she drags her nails down his belly and he cries out. The second time, her ripe cunt pulls him deeper into her like breaking apart.
Marisa drapes over him, her hair splayed over his chest. They breathe, slowing, matching each other, grounding down. She smells like the soap Jeff gave him for his birthday.
When he sleeps, another nightmare follows.
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Date: 2010-02-18 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-19 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-19 02:14 am (UTC)You write so painfully well.
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Date: 2010-02-19 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-19 09:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-19 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-19 11:46 pm (UTC)I feel quite sad in a way that Jeff is never more than a step away in Jeremy's head, no matter what's going on. The man is totally obsessed.
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Date: 2010-02-20 02:15 am (UTC)(I think Jeremy may eventually hit a saturation point where he'll decide to move to, idk. Nevada. Just so he can burn his bridges.)
Anyway. THANK YOU. I love your fb, it makes me think.
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Date: 2010-02-20 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-20 11:31 pm (UTC)And Marissa...
The way you described that scene of Jeremy walking in on here in the pharmaceutical company, and the fucking corpoate dick going on about how great it is they burned out her dopamine receptors... that totally reminded me of the scene from Serenity (the movie, not the episode) where the Aliance goon is showing Simon around all proud of what a fucking mess they've made River, almost squeeing at her agony and treating her like a particularly curious lab rat. Same kind of vibe. Only with Jeremy using threats of tax fraud charges rather than carefully crafted escape plans to get them out of there.
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Date: 2010-02-21 06:18 am (UTC)I think I need a little liedown.