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jamjarTitle: Incentive
Warnings/Disclaimer: Not mine, never were. A PWP with not enough porn.
No specific spoilers for L.E.G.I.O.N.
For any of you that don't know who these characters are, L.E.G.I.O.N. is basically an intergalactic freelance police force, founded and run by Vril Dox (son of Braniac I, ancestor of Querl Dox). Vril is pragmatic, manipulative and ethical, for very specific definitions of the word ethical. Brainwashing people into thinking for themselves, that kind of thing.
Garryn Bek was one of the people Dox took with him when he broke out of prison and liberated his homeworld at the beginning of L.E.G.I.O.N.
I've got a couple of pimping posts here and the lovelycaia_comica has one here.
He shifts in his seat. The uniforms aren't exactly comfortable, not when he's like this, too many days with only his own hand for company and the uniform is just rubbing him the wrong way. There's too much protection, and they don't feel--
Actually, the material's a little slicker than his old uniform was. Not slippery, exactly, just... slick. He could go to the bathroom, take care of it, but he's got a suspicion that that's not going to cut it.
"No self-control," Dox says from somewhere behind him. He jumps a little and tries to cover it by reaching for the something on the consul. "Really, it's amazing you manage to dress yourself in the mornings," Dox says. He's got that little extra note of sarcasm in his voice that part of Garryn insists is a sign of affection, even if most of him knows it's just Dox being amused and superior. "If it's such a problem, I suggest you take care of it yourself."
It's humiliating, being caught like this, but the advantage of Dox acting like he always knows everything is that it means the base-level of embarrassment is pretty steady. Dox probably knows exactly when every L.E.G.I.O.N.naire on the base jerks off and has it plugged into some big computer somewhere for maximum control.
"It's not the same," Garryn says. "It's not like I--"
"So you've been trying?" Dox says, coming around to put his hand on the back of Garryn's chair.
"Of course I've been trying! You think I haven't been--" And the worst thing is, it takes Dox's smug grin to make him realise how much he's embarrassing himself. Like he needs to give Dox another reason to feel superior.
"And it's still not enough to ease your frustration? Maybe you're just not very good at it."
There's no way for him to answer that without making himself look even more pathetic than he already does, so he shuts up and concentrates on the screen. Pay's not quite adding up, maybe someone's skimming from the top. He should get someone to--
His arm's against Garryn's throat and he can feel the pressure when he swallows,
"Hmm." Dox sounds amused, the bastard, and Bek is this close to telling him to go fuck himself--
Only not, because he's just waiting.
"What would you do for me, if I let you?"
Anything. He bites his tongue to stop saying that, because it's not true. It really isn't, it just felt like the thing to say. Automatic response, please and thank you. Dox leans over him and Garryn tilts his head back. It puts more pressure on his throat and he can't get a good look, but he can see Dox's smile. Dox moves his arm away and Garryn should be able to breathe more easily.
He spins the chair around and drops to his knees. It probably shouldn't feel like a victory to get Dox to let him touch him, but it does.
Like he's actually-- earning his pay. He wants to to bite the thought back, but he really can't. It's satisfying, to be able to return the favour, a little, to not just be some chore Dox does to keep the team running smoothly. Vril Dox's hand in his hair, stroking his head, petting him. Making him feel approved of, valued for once, and all he had to in return was whatever Dox asked. Dox would make it okay, Dox would make it all better.
And when his hands tighten in Garryn's hair, that's even better. He's giving him that reaction, him, not the Durlan or Stealth or Phase.
Dox comes and Garryn swallows. The tastes that little bit different, more coppery, like Garryn accidentally bit his own lip. He risks looking up and Dox has his eyes closed. He opens them again, slowly, looking at Garryn with more focus than anyone should have at a moment like this.
And then he smiles, smug as ever, and it's a bad sign that Garryn finds that reassuring. His hands are still in Garryn's hair, stroking him. Petting him. "Good. That was better than I thought you'd be."
It's an insult and a compliment in one, and all he can think of to say is, "Yeah, well, maybe you don't know everything."
"I never said I did. I just know vastly more than anyone else," Dox says easily and it goes right through Garryn like a jolt from a restraining collar. It's true, which makes it worse. Or better, maybe, Garryn can't tell. Dox is looking at him. "When you finished rooting out the people embezzling in sections 3 and 18, find my in my office."
He walks away.
"But..." Garryn starts to say, getting up.
"I suggest," Dox says, "That you be quick. I have a meeting at two which will not be interrupted."
Garryn shakes his head and looks at him. It's disbelief, even though it's absolutely familiar and Dox-like to do this. "What? is this your idea of incen--"
"You're working to a deadline," Dox says. "Don't waste time talking."
end.
Warnings/Disclaimer: Not mine, never were. A PWP with not enough porn.
No specific spoilers for L.E.G.I.O.N.
For any of you that don't know who these characters are, L.E.G.I.O.N. is basically an intergalactic freelance police force, founded and run by Vril Dox (son of Braniac I, ancestor of Querl Dox). Vril is pragmatic, manipulative and ethical, for very specific definitions of the word ethical. Brainwashing people into thinking for themselves, that kind of thing.
Garryn Bek was one of the people Dox took with him when he broke out of prison and liberated his homeworld at the beginning of L.E.G.I.O.N.
I've got a couple of pimping posts here and the lovely
caia_comica has one here.He shifts in his seat. The uniforms aren't exactly comfortable, not when he's like this, too many days with only his own hand for company and the uniform is just rubbing him the wrong way. There's too much protection, and they don't feel--
Actually, the material's a little slicker than his old uniform was. Not slippery, exactly, just... slick. He could go to the bathroom, take care of it, but he's got a suspicion that that's not going to cut it.
"No self-control," Dox says from somewhere behind him. He jumps a little and tries to cover it by reaching for the something on the consul. "Really, it's amazing you manage to dress yourself in the mornings," Dox says. He's got that little extra note of sarcasm in his voice that part of Garryn insists is a sign of affection, even if most of him knows it's just Dox being amused and superior. "If it's such a problem, I suggest you take care of it yourself."
It's humiliating, being caught like this, but the advantage of Dox acting like he always knows everything is that it means the base-level of embarrassment is pretty steady. Dox probably knows exactly when every L.E.G.I.O.N.naire on the base jerks off and has it plugged into some big computer somewhere for maximum control.
"It's not the same," Garryn says. "It's not like I--"
"So you've been trying?" Dox says, coming around to put his hand on the back of Garryn's chair.
"Of course I've been trying! You think I haven't been--" And the worst thing is, it takes Dox's smug grin to make him realise how much he's embarrassing himself. Like he needs to give Dox another reason to feel superior.
"And it's still not enough to ease your frustration? Maybe you're just not very good at it."
There's no way for him to answer that without making himself look even more pathetic than he already does, so he shuts up and concentrates on the screen. Pay's not quite adding up, maybe someone's skimming from the top. He should get someone to--
His arm's against Garryn's throat and he can feel the pressure when he swallows,
"Hmm." Dox sounds amused, the bastard, and Bek is this close to telling him to go fuck himself--
Only not, because he's just waiting.
"What would you do for me, if I let you?"
Anything. He bites his tongue to stop saying that, because it's not true. It really isn't, it just felt like the thing to say. Automatic response, please and thank you. Dox leans over him and Garryn tilts his head back. It puts more pressure on his throat and he can't get a good look, but he can see Dox's smile. Dox moves his arm away and Garryn should be able to breathe more easily.
He spins the chair around and drops to his knees. It probably shouldn't feel like a victory to get Dox to let him touch him, but it does.
Like he's actually-- earning his pay. He wants to to bite the thought back, but he really can't. It's satisfying, to be able to return the favour, a little, to not just be some chore Dox does to keep the team running smoothly. Vril Dox's hand in his hair, stroking his head, petting him. Making him feel approved of, valued for once, and all he had to in return was whatever Dox asked. Dox would make it okay, Dox would make it all better.
And when his hands tighten in Garryn's hair, that's even better. He's giving him that reaction, him, not the Durlan or Stealth or Phase.
Dox comes and Garryn swallows. The tastes that little bit different, more coppery, like Garryn accidentally bit his own lip. He risks looking up and Dox has his eyes closed. He opens them again, slowly, looking at Garryn with more focus than anyone should have at a moment like this.
And then he smiles, smug as ever, and it's a bad sign that Garryn finds that reassuring. His hands are still in Garryn's hair, stroking him. Petting him. "Good. That was better than I thought you'd be."
It's an insult and a compliment in one, and all he can think of to say is, "Yeah, well, maybe you don't know everything."
"I never said I did. I just know vastly more than anyone else," Dox says easily and it goes right through Garryn like a jolt from a restraining collar. It's true, which makes it worse. Or better, maybe, Garryn can't tell. Dox is looking at him. "When you finished rooting out the people embezzling in sections 3 and 18, find my in my office."
He walks away.
"But..." Garryn starts to say, getting up.
"I suggest," Dox says, "That you be quick. I have a meeting at two which will not be interrupted."
Garryn shakes his head and looks at him. It's disbelief, even though it's absolutely familiar and Dox-like to do this. "What? is this your idea of incen--"
"You're working to a deadline," Dox says. "Don't waste time talking."
end.
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Date: 2005-07-31 04:59 am (UTC)This, of course, was hot, and disturbingly well characterized. I'm just glad I went in with my brain pre-broken, that's all.
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Date: 2005-07-31 05:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-31 06:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-02 12:28 am (UTC)Such a nice thing to come back to, though I'm not at my most able to give coherent feedback.