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FILL: Power Corrupts (Elias/Reese) [Mature] [Dub-con] [WIP, 1/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-04-14 08:12 am (UTC)(link)----------
“I won’t work for you, Elias. I won’t hurt anyone for you.”
“Is that your line, John? The one you won’t cross? That’s fine, I can work with that. There are plenty of other things you can do for me.”
Reese kept his gaze steady on the relaxed man in front of him, his lips compressed into a grim line, his body tense and closed off. The silence stretched out between the two men like an elastic band, the tension seeming to build until it was ready to snap. One of the muscled thugs who had hooded and escorted Reese here shifted restlessly next to him, uncomfortable in the suddenly edgy atmosphere.
“No skin off my back either way, John,” Elias finally said pleasantly, turning away with a careless wave of his hand. “I’m sure you can find your own way back to the city once you pick those cuffs. I sincerely wish you the best of luck with your little predicament. Let’s go gentlemen.”
“Wait,” John choked out; his quiet voice seemed to rattle its way reluctantly from his ribcage. “What do you want?”
“It’s not really about what I want, John,” Elias said almost fondly, turning once again and taking a single step back towards where the other man stood restrained. “It’s about what you’re willing to give to me. And? What are you willing to give for my assistance with this matter?”
“I don’t have time for games, Elias. Just tell me what it’ll take.”
John was beginning to feel that tightness in his chest he recognized well, a feeling he thought he’d left behind in his old life. The intuition that told him this mission would be one that would chip another piece off his already battered soul; add another layer of filth to his already stained hands.
“Sure, John. We’re both busy men. Let me as straight-forward as possible. If you get down on your knees, unfasten my pants and suck my dick… willingly and enthusiastically swallow everything I give you, that’ll buy you the information you’re looking for.”
The sound his throat made while swallowing seemed louder than a gunshot in the following expectant silence. He tried to keep his face blank… as empty as a white sheet of paper, but from the way Elias was quirking an eyebrow at him, he had doubts as to his success there. Working for Finch really had softened him in these past months. He wasn’t sure where this sudden visceral disgust and denial was coming from. It’s not like he was too good for this. He had done worse things for far less worthy reasons in the past. Far, far worse.
Keep him talking, his mind prompted him. Keep him distracted. Find the opening you need to accomplish your objective.
“Why Elias, I had no idea your tastes ran in this direction. What would your network think? Pretty sure this sort of thing is still frowned upon in your circles.” While the tone made a valiant effort to match a familiar light, teasing inflection, there was too much strain to make it believable.
“Oh, don’t sell yourself short, you’re a singularly striking man. I’m certain there have been hundreds who have fantasized about getting you into this very position,” Elias retorted easily, placing his hands on his belt and toying with the loose end absently. “But, it’s not about taste or sexual preference, John, you should know that. It’s about power. Who has it, and what they’re willing to do with it.”
“What guarantee do I have you’ll follow through with your end?” John asked, his voice almost… almost hitching. Both men knew his decision was already as good as made.
“None, John,” Elias said gently, “Just my word. Now come over here. As you pointed out, we’re busy men, and you’ve got an appointment to get to once we’re done here.”
John felt like every joint was rusted over and every bone in his body was made of brittle glass, but he forced one foot to move forward, then the other until he stood directly in front of the other man. He could only meet Elias’s expectant gaze for a few moments before he had to slide his eyes away. He slid down to his knees, showing no reaction to the harsh jolt as he met the ground ungracefully, focusing his eyes on the belt buckle directly in his line of sight now.
This was just another mission. He had performed similar tasks many, many times before. More times than not violence was not the most effective point of entry for an objective. Kara had taken an almost perverse level of enjoyment out of personally preparing him for these sorts of missions before she had agreed he was ready for the training wheels to come off. She’d insisted on Mark being brought in as well to put him through his paces for that alternate perspective. Between the two of them, they had been extremely… comprehensive in their training.
This was nothing. This was just business as usual. Something he had done dozens of times in the service of men and women just as corrupt as the one standing in front of him now.
His stomach rolled and his skin crawled in an instinctive denial of the situation, despite his attempted rationalizations. But, Finch had… he was… As his mind stuttered to a halt, he suddenly pictured a smiling child. Leila. That innocent baby girl was worth this and so much more. This could hardly even be considered a sacrifice.
His hands were reaching up and unfastening the belt before he could second-guess himself again.
Re: FILL: Power Corrupts (Elias/Reese) [Mature] [Dub-con] [WIP, 1/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-04-14 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Power Corrupts (Elias/Reese) [Mature] [Dub-con] [WIP, 1/?]
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