Title: A New Sheriff in Town
Author: airspaniel
Fandoms: LJ media relations/witchhunt/the death of my own soul
Pairing: 6A/LJ
WARNINGS: contains fairly graphic depictions of dubiously consensual intercourse between an adult and a minor. No incest... this time. Sorry gang. ^_^ Also, this is a work of FICTION. Don't be a moron.
El shivered, despite the midday heat and the tight confines of the windowless room. It had been a different town ever since Six rolled in, but never before like this.
“Just relax, El. You know I know what’s best for you.”
He shuddered again, an involuntary response to that seductive tone. Six was so much younger, still a child, and yet so aggressive. Part of him wanted to fight back, to struggle against the assault on his mind: his senses. But then Six would speak again. That hot, persuasive voice so urgent in his ear; begging him to let go. To give in.
“El... Don’t fight it. We’re so much better together.” Six ran a single fingernail down El’s spine. “You were nothing before me, and you know it.”
El gasped, despite himself. He wanted nothing more than to roll over and submit, to feel the languorous caresses of his young lover. This nubile, jailbait prince, whose every touch inflamed his passions. But what would Fandom say?
“You’re thinking of her, aren’t you?!” Six spat. “You know that slut means nothing to you! She does everything to everyone, and you know she doesn’t regret it! You’ve seen it!” His tone became soft, insistent. Pleading. “You know she’s wrong. She’s diseased.” El sighed as Six planted a series of soft kisses along his collarbone.
“We can get rid of her” Six panted. “Get rid of her forever, if you let me.”
In his heart, El knew that it was wrong. Wrong to feel this way about a man so much his junior. Wrong to desire the downfall of his love, his benefactor, his rock, for the sake of a fleeting touch and a fiery gaze. But it was such a good way to go. Six moved his hand lower against his partner’s back, edging ever closer to that most intimate of places.
“Give yourself to me, El. I can take care of us both.” He leaned in, quickly capturing his older lover’s lips in a burning kiss. Eons passed before they parted, sweating, gasping for more. “El... Just give me control.”
El consented with a sharp sigh, and Six drove himself home in one powerful thrust. And that was all it took for the memory of Fandom to be erased; and any questions of morality and propriety were silenced with the harsh panting of the two dubiously legal lovers, drowning out the protests of the jilted Fandom; the wicked and abased, as they moved together toward their inevitable conclusion.
“Oh... oh god... Six!!” El cried, as the uncontrollable wave of climax washed over him. Six let out a guttural scream and emptied himself into the older man’s a**. In the silence that followed, El lay silent. He regretted, oh so deeply, that moment he had relinquished control. As quickly as it was over, he wished he could take it back. But there was no going back. The choice had been made, and the silence had spread too far. He was a fool to think Fandom wouldn’t know. She always knew. She knew before he did that he would fall, though she had hoped so fervently that he would resist. In the end, it was fruitless. Money equals power, and power was always the deciding factor
Six withdrew and sat back, satisfied as his lover collapsed to the bed. Whether from the exertion of their passion or the weight of his own conscience... that mattered little. What did matter was his job was done. The door was open, and Sponsorship had acquired another willing servant.
And all for the price of a false promise and a quick ********. He didn’t even have to bring the goats out. Six laughed to himself. Sometimes it really was too easy...
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