FIC: Some Revelation
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nilchanceTitle: Some Revelation
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nilchance and beanside
Rating: Adult
Pairing: JDM/JA
A/N: Retriever-verse. Violence, sex, dystopia. And thank you topoisontaster for tightening the corset strings.
Jeff stared at the bland walls of the Care Center, submitting to the techs who were bustling around him, putting skin glue on the gash in his head. Jensen sat with him, his lean body pressed against Jeff’s, stroking a hand down his back whenever Jeff started to get antsy about all the people buzzing around him. Their rapid, frightened heartbeats grated against Jeff’s nerves.
He would never say that the fear wasn’t warranted. He could kill them all with less thought than he’d give to choosing a meal.
When the Administrator showed up in the care center, Jeff felt Jensen’s tension, the nervous pulsebeat in the back of his throat. Jeff wanted to kill for him, to rend the flesh from the people around them so that he could present their corpses to Jensen like a trophy.
Jensen’s hand ghosted over his back, and a light touch did the same to his mind. “I’m okay. I just...he isn’t my favorite person,” Jensen murmured. “He interrogated me after--” he fumbled, the link between them thinning as if it would break, and Jeff grabbed it.
“After Prometheus?”
Jensen’s eyelashes swept downwards. “I didn’t know that he was a traitor.”
“Of course you didn’t,” Jeff assured him, hesitated, and then scooped Jensen onto his lap. “I never would have thought otherwise. You’re a good El. Better than he or I deserve.”
The Administrator stopped in front of them. Jensen tried to wriggle to his feet , but Jeff’s hand was like an iron band on his stomach.
“Retriever Bia, Librarian Calliope,” he said, bowing the precise distance allotted to an Alpha retriever. “I regret this incident.”
Jeff raised one eyebrow. “I’m sure. And has my package been recovered?”
“It has. We will need to keep it for evidence-” the Administrator broke off as Jeff growled, throaty and low. “Control yourself, Retriever.”
Jeff felt the temper spike hard, but he pushed it down. “Evidence of what? Am I being prosecuted for protecting my El?”
“No, of course not.” The Administrator’s eyes flickered to Jensen, and Jeff bit back a growl. “But apparently someone holds a grudge against Librarian Calliope. We will open a case file to find those persons and prosecute them. We will provide you with another Librarian while Calliope is evaluated-”
Jeff was snarling even before he felt Jensen flinch from the Administrator. “No. Mine.” He tried to force other, more useful words out, but they were lost under the tidal wave of violence that went through him at the thought of someone taking his Jensen. He bared his teeth, and clutched harder to his El.
The Administrator’s eyes narrowed, and Jeff’s hand went to the stiletto still near his side. He would finish this quick, another eye for an eye--
Pain. Electrified agony screamed through Jeff’s skull; he slid off the seat, grabbing ineffectually at his forehead. It stopped after one burst, and he laid twitching on the floor as Jensen knelt next to him.
He could hear Jensen’s voice, trying to soothe, his quiet words and terrified mind. Everything in Jeff wanted to curl around Jensen, but he couldn’t stop shaking. He couldn’t catch his breath, or blink away the water that streamed from his eyes.
He felt his body twitching, his lungs heaving ineffectually, without actually drawing any air. It would pass, he knew. The control switch that kept the Retrievers from attacking high level functionaries was painful and terrifying, but they weren’t trying to kill him. Not this time. If he tried again, the Administrator might change his mind.
His contributions to society only bought him so much benevolence. If he outlived his usefulness, he would die.
It was far more likely that the Cybers would kill him, but the Administration took no chances.
The Administrator bent so that Jeff would be sure to hear him, though apparently not so close that he noticed Jensen’s defensive tension. “I am not the fool my predecessor was, Retriever. They granted me your control switch. If you attempt to attack me again, I will take your Librarian and send his face back to you in a plastic bag. Do we understand each other?”
No. No, they wouldn’t kill Jeff. Not right away. Not when they’d just found out how to leverage his good behavior.
Jeff stared up at him through the glaze of fury, memorizing the small details of the Administrator’s features. The better to find him later.
“Do not mistake kindness for weakness, Retriever Bia.” The Administrator paused for a moment, looming down at them. “Very well. You may keep Librarian Calliope. Since the trips you’ve made since accepting him have been well worth the risk, we will grant you some leeway. Do not push us.”
“Thank you,” Jeff gritted out. His jaw hurt from the convulsions. Haltingly, he got to his knees and then to his feet, tugging Jensen up with him. “May we return to quarters?”
They were dismissed with a slight nod, and Jeff looped an arm around Jensen’s shoulder. He hoped that to the watching Betas it looked as though he was comforting his Librarian, instead of Jensen holding him upright.
Their apartment, (and Jeff wasn’t sure when it became theirs) had never seemed so far away. The pain bled away with each step, the jitters of lightning down his spine easing until he could walk on his own. Fucking Administrator.
Jensen was his, and he would kill anyone who thought otherwise.
Jensen made a soft noise in his throat, and Jeff realized that he was holding his El’s wrist almost tight enough to crack bone. He started to loosen his grip and apologize, but then he got a whiff of Jensen’s scent.
Not afraid. Goddess help him, Jensen wasn’t afraid.
He chanced a look at his Librarian, at the wide pupils and the color rising along the pale column of his throat. Jensen’s freckles stood out in sharp contrast. A warm scent, soft musk and amber arousal, wound through his head; Jeff let out a shuddering groan, because he was hard as any weapon for that smell on Jensen’s hot skin. Fighting to let go of Jensen’s wrist, fighting to step back from the edge, he growled.
He could smell Jensen, smell the confusion and the tentative interest, and it drew him. Jensen pulled at Jeff’s need to protect, to possess.
And really, that was part of the problem. Jensen didn’t smell like Jeff, hadn’t absorbed it by being around him. Despite the fight, despite Jensen staying so close, despite Jensen putting himself between Jeff and the Administrator...
Jeff realized that he’d moved before he gave his body permission. He’d pushed Jensen against the door to their apartment, pressing his thigh up between Jensen’s legs. Give him something to grind against, something to ride... Jensen was so hot against him, all that warmth centering down between his thighs. Jeff wanted to rip the fastening of Jensen’s pants open, to mouth his way down the tight knot of his sac, to lick salt from the wet little slit of his dick like precious water in the desert.
As Jeff gripped Jensen tight, he felt all the odd awkward angles beneath Jensen’s clothes. It felt wrong, like the underpinning of a mannequin instead of a man, but Jensen’s quick ragged breathing was all human.
“Fuck, I--Jensen. I need--” Jeff’s hands shook, his killing weapons, and in that moment, he didn’t know if it was restrained sexual need or violence.
Jensen’s hand slid up, brushing against Jeff’s face. The pads of his fingers smelled faintly like blood. “I live to serve you, Retriever,” he murmured, offering the ritual words of submission, of surrender. “Take what you need.” His fingers knotted in Jeff’s hair, pulling his face down.
Jeff resisted for a moment, then bent to take what was offered. Before he could drop a soft kiss on Jensen’s mouth, just a brush of skin, Jensen’s grip tightened, pulling on Jeff’s hair and leaning into the kiss to take Jeff’s mouth. Where Jeff would have gone slow, kept it nice and easy, Jensen deepened the kiss. Jeff licked his way into Jensen’s shockingly hot mouth, tasting Jensen’s pulse on his tongue like a benediction. Blood, just below the pulsebeat of Jensen’s throat, rose. Jeff pulled him closer, shielding Jensen’s smaller body with his own.
In that second, when Jensen’s teeth grazed his lip as he pulled back, Jeff knew he was lost. He would take Jensen as his one day. It had the inevitability of gravity. He could fight his own urges, but he wouldn’t deny Jensen anything.
But not today. Not with the phantom current of the control switch still humming in his body, making him too restless to be slow or kind.
Jeff bent his mouth to the pulsebeat that sang to him, sinking his teeth into Jensen’s throat. It had to hurt, Jeff biting and sucking to leave a mark, until Jensen whimpered and arched towards him. He turned his head to give Jeff more of his throat, surrendering; Jeff hummed his approval and lapped at his mark with the flat of his tongue, catching the metallic rim of the dataport. Jensen made a desperate sound, his nails digging into Jeff’s shoulders before he caught himself and smoothed the fabric down.
Pressing his mouth to Jensen’s ear, Jeff murmured, “Mine.”
“Yes,” Jensen said, his voice raw like he’d been fucked out instead of kissed. “Yes...”
Tomorrow, they would go into the Quarter and shop. Get Jensen new clothes that flattered him, take him to dinner, let one and all see the mark at his throat, just below the pulsing dataport. Let them all see that Jensen was owned. Let them see who owned him.
Tomorrow, he would begin the seduction.
Authors:
nilchance and beansideRating: Adult
Pairing: JDM/JA
A/N: Retriever-verse. Violence, sex, dystopia. And thank you to
poisontaster for tightening the corset strings. Jeff stared at the bland walls of the Care Center, submitting to the techs who were bustling around him, putting skin glue on the gash in his head. Jensen sat with him, his lean body pressed against Jeff’s, stroking a hand down his back whenever Jeff started to get antsy about all the people buzzing around him. Their rapid, frightened heartbeats grated against Jeff’s nerves.
He would never say that the fear wasn’t warranted. He could kill them all with less thought than he’d give to choosing a meal.
When the Administrator showed up in the care center, Jeff felt Jensen’s tension, the nervous pulsebeat in the back of his throat. Jeff wanted to kill for him, to rend the flesh from the people around them so that he could present their corpses to Jensen like a trophy.
Jensen’s hand ghosted over his back, and a light touch did the same to his mind. “I’m okay. I just...he isn’t my favorite person,” Jensen murmured. “He interrogated me after--” he fumbled, the link between them thinning as if it would break, and Jeff grabbed it.
“After Prometheus?”
Jensen’s eyelashes swept downwards. “I didn’t know that he was a traitor.”
“Of course you didn’t,” Jeff assured him, hesitated, and then scooped Jensen onto his lap. “I never would have thought otherwise. You’re a good El. Better than he or I deserve.”
The Administrator stopped in front of them. Jensen tried to wriggle to his feet , but Jeff’s hand was like an iron band on his stomach.
“Retriever Bia, Librarian Calliope,” he said, bowing the precise distance allotted to an Alpha retriever. “I regret this incident.”
Jeff raised one eyebrow. “I’m sure. And has my package been recovered?”
“It has. We will need to keep it for evidence-” the Administrator broke off as Jeff growled, throaty and low. “Control yourself, Retriever.”
Jeff felt the temper spike hard, but he pushed it down. “Evidence of what? Am I being prosecuted for protecting my El?”
“No, of course not.” The Administrator’s eyes flickered to Jensen, and Jeff bit back a growl. “But apparently someone holds a grudge against Librarian Calliope. We will open a case file to find those persons and prosecute them. We will provide you with another Librarian while Calliope is evaluated-”
Jeff was snarling even before he felt Jensen flinch from the Administrator. “No. Mine.” He tried to force other, more useful words out, but they were lost under the tidal wave of violence that went through him at the thought of someone taking his Jensen. He bared his teeth, and clutched harder to his El.
The Administrator’s eyes narrowed, and Jeff’s hand went to the stiletto still near his side. He would finish this quick, another eye for an eye--
Pain. Electrified agony screamed through Jeff’s skull; he slid off the seat, grabbing ineffectually at his forehead. It stopped after one burst, and he laid twitching on the floor as Jensen knelt next to him.
He could hear Jensen’s voice, trying to soothe, his quiet words and terrified mind. Everything in Jeff wanted to curl around Jensen, but he couldn’t stop shaking. He couldn’t catch his breath, or blink away the water that streamed from his eyes.
He felt his body twitching, his lungs heaving ineffectually, without actually drawing any air. It would pass, he knew. The control switch that kept the Retrievers from attacking high level functionaries was painful and terrifying, but they weren’t trying to kill him. Not this time. If he tried again, the Administrator might change his mind.
His contributions to society only bought him so much benevolence. If he outlived his usefulness, he would die.
It was far more likely that the Cybers would kill him, but the Administration took no chances.
The Administrator bent so that Jeff would be sure to hear him, though apparently not so close that he noticed Jensen’s defensive tension. “I am not the fool my predecessor was, Retriever. They granted me your control switch. If you attempt to attack me again, I will take your Librarian and send his face back to you in a plastic bag. Do we understand each other?”
No. No, they wouldn’t kill Jeff. Not right away. Not when they’d just found out how to leverage his good behavior.
Jeff stared up at him through the glaze of fury, memorizing the small details of the Administrator’s features. The better to find him later.
“Do not mistake kindness for weakness, Retriever Bia.” The Administrator paused for a moment, looming down at them. “Very well. You may keep Librarian Calliope. Since the trips you’ve made since accepting him have been well worth the risk, we will grant you some leeway. Do not push us.”
“Thank you,” Jeff gritted out. His jaw hurt from the convulsions. Haltingly, he got to his knees and then to his feet, tugging Jensen up with him. “May we return to quarters?”
They were dismissed with a slight nod, and Jeff looped an arm around Jensen’s shoulder. He hoped that to the watching Betas it looked as though he was comforting his Librarian, instead of Jensen holding him upright.
Their apartment, (and Jeff wasn’t sure when it became theirs) had never seemed so far away. The pain bled away with each step, the jitters of lightning down his spine easing until he could walk on his own. Fucking Administrator.
Jensen was his, and he would kill anyone who thought otherwise.
Jensen made a soft noise in his throat, and Jeff realized that he was holding his El’s wrist almost tight enough to crack bone. He started to loosen his grip and apologize, but then he got a whiff of Jensen’s scent.
Not afraid. Goddess help him, Jensen wasn’t afraid.
He chanced a look at his Librarian, at the wide pupils and the color rising along the pale column of his throat. Jensen’s freckles stood out in sharp contrast. A warm scent, soft musk and amber arousal, wound through his head; Jeff let out a shuddering groan, because he was hard as any weapon for that smell on Jensen’s hot skin. Fighting to let go of Jensen’s wrist, fighting to step back from the edge, he growled.
He could smell Jensen, smell the confusion and the tentative interest, and it drew him. Jensen pulled at Jeff’s need to protect, to possess.
And really, that was part of the problem. Jensen didn’t smell like Jeff, hadn’t absorbed it by being around him. Despite the fight, despite Jensen staying so close, despite Jensen putting himself between Jeff and the Administrator...
Jeff realized that he’d moved before he gave his body permission. He’d pushed Jensen against the door to their apartment, pressing his thigh up between Jensen’s legs. Give him something to grind against, something to ride... Jensen was so hot against him, all that warmth centering down between his thighs. Jeff wanted to rip the fastening of Jensen’s pants open, to mouth his way down the tight knot of his sac, to lick salt from the wet little slit of his dick like precious water in the desert.
As Jeff gripped Jensen tight, he felt all the odd awkward angles beneath Jensen’s clothes. It felt wrong, like the underpinning of a mannequin instead of a man, but Jensen’s quick ragged breathing was all human.
“Fuck, I--Jensen. I need--” Jeff’s hands shook, his killing weapons, and in that moment, he didn’t know if it was restrained sexual need or violence.
Jensen’s hand slid up, brushing against Jeff’s face. The pads of his fingers smelled faintly like blood. “I live to serve you, Retriever,” he murmured, offering the ritual words of submission, of surrender. “Take what you need.” His fingers knotted in Jeff’s hair, pulling his face down.
Jeff resisted for a moment, then bent to take what was offered. Before he could drop a soft kiss on Jensen’s mouth, just a brush of skin, Jensen’s grip tightened, pulling on Jeff’s hair and leaning into the kiss to take Jeff’s mouth. Where Jeff would have gone slow, kept it nice and easy, Jensen deepened the kiss. Jeff licked his way into Jensen’s shockingly hot mouth, tasting Jensen’s pulse on his tongue like a benediction. Blood, just below the pulsebeat of Jensen’s throat, rose. Jeff pulled him closer, shielding Jensen’s smaller body with his own.
In that second, when Jensen’s teeth grazed his lip as he pulled back, Jeff knew he was lost. He would take Jensen as his one day. It had the inevitability of gravity. He could fight his own urges, but he wouldn’t deny Jensen anything.
But not today. Not with the phantom current of the control switch still humming in his body, making him too restless to be slow or kind.
Jeff bent his mouth to the pulsebeat that sang to him, sinking his teeth into Jensen’s throat. It had to hurt, Jeff biting and sucking to leave a mark, until Jensen whimpered and arched towards him. He turned his head to give Jeff more of his throat, surrendering; Jeff hummed his approval and lapped at his mark with the flat of his tongue, catching the metallic rim of the dataport. Jensen made a desperate sound, his nails digging into Jeff’s shoulders before he caught himself and smoothed the fabric down.
Pressing his mouth to Jensen’s ear, Jeff murmured, “Mine.”
“Yes,” Jensen said, his voice raw like he’d been fucked out instead of kissed. “Yes...”
Tomorrow, they would go into the Quarter and shop. Get Jensen new clothes that flattered him, take him to dinner, let one and all see the mark at his throat, just below the pulsing dataport. Let them all see that Jensen was owned. Let them see who owned him.
Tomorrow, he would begin the seduction.
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Date: 2011-04-06 01:38 am (UTC)All warmed up now! Possessive!Jeff is hot, submitting!Jensen even hotter! Thanks for sharing the shiny.
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Date: 2011-04-06 03:57 am (UTC)how do you torture so sweetly? ♥
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Date: 2011-04-06 03:14 pm (UTC)I just went and reread the previous chapters, but I think that one's not tagged. Either that or I wanted it so much I imagined it (always possible). Isn't there one where we get a glimpse of Jeff's childhood?
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Date: 2011-04-06 05:39 pm (UTC)1) I made an embarrassingly loud sound when I saw you'd posted more Retriever-verse. I was incredibly glad that my roommate was not at home.
2) God, this is so good. The need they have for each other, both so damaged and so needy but it wouldn't work for anyone else, it has to be each other.
Excellent!
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Date: 2011-04-21 04:24 am (UTC)“I live to serve you, Retriever,” he murmured, offering the ritual words of submission, of surrender. “Take what you need.”~I love this part. It just transports me to their reality. I just want to squish them together. But I think Jeff can handle this one.
Excellent writing. I'm so happy that there's more to this story.
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Date: 2012-02-22 03:49 am (UTC)I'm not sure if I believe that Jensen didn't have any knowledge of what Prometheus was up to, whatever it was. We know he wasn't afraid of the man; he must have serviced him sexually, given the "good mouth" comment, but he doesn't seem to me all that experienced, sexually or otherwise. He's not all that good at dissembling, in some ways; but he does have a great deal of self-control. Hmm.
I do NOT like the control switch that the Administrator has on the Retrievers. I can see why it's necessary, and it's certainly wise; but...I don't trust these authority figure at all. ~scowls
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Date: 2012-02-23 10:36 pm (UTC)But I wonder-since Jensen needs something to ground him and keep him from slipping into the Uplink, would a closer mental bond to Jeff work? He uses the corset and clothes as a physical distraction, but it's not consistently working. Having someone's mental voice murmuring away in the background would be distracting, even if they weren't opened fully to hear every thought; and it might simulate the Uplink enough to fool Jensen's Librarian...ness. A Librarian is able to soothe his Retriever, so vice versa should work-I just don't think they normally think about it, except physically, you know? Pet him down, instead of thought waving at him, because the Retrievers are so physical and instinctive in all they do.
If you see what I mean. I'm so tired, I don't know if I made sense. D:
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Date: 2018-05-22 04:36 am (UTC)I think this is my fiftieth re-read. I enjoy it every time.