Mab was a vindictive bitch, but at least Harry had the pleasure of seeing some of her current plan-to-fuck-with-him thwarted, even a little, even if it was by John Marcone.
"Very well, Lord Baron," she said coldly. "You are within your rights to command privacy for the tribute as you wish." Her tone basically said, you selfish little bastard, but Harry doubted Marcone cared a great deal, considering they all knew Mab was trying to entrap them both in this little play.
Marcone nodded agreeably and stood. "I am quite certain," he murmured. "And of course, I must see you out -- no, I wouldn't have you claim me unmannered, I insist."
Harry was left alone in a house built on blood, knowing that any moment the mobster who he might or might not be attracted to was going to return and they were going to have to do something suitably...intimate.
Their spirits had to mingle enough for Mab to feel like her gift had been well used. Her gift, being Harry's...time for the next long winter night.
When Marcone came back they stared at each other for a long moment and finally Harry rolled his eyes. "You couldn't have asked for a gift card to IKEA?"
When John gave him a narrow-eyed, thoughtful look, Harry remembered, oh yeah, mobster who I have to fuck now.
But then, that was his luck.
~
"I should have known you'd like this, Dresden," Marcone hissed, his hand fisting tight in Harry's hair as he held him still, nose flush to Marcone's abdomen. "All this time, you've been hinting at this." He rolled Harry's head, tugging it around a little by the hair and savoring the shifting of the muscles in Harry's throat and the small vibrations.
"Wanting me to hold you down and make you take it," he said. He pulled Harry back up a bit and then thrust. "I should have slapped you around that first time, in my car."
Harry moaned a little and John laughed breathlessly when he felt the pressure against his leg. "All your vaunted morals, you just wanted to toss them down and hump my leg, don't you?" He set up a steady rhythm, slow enough to keep from gagging Harry by surprise.
The pressure against his leg stuttered and then resumed with more force and Marcone's other hand tightened on the armrest. He had to maintain enough control not to choke Harry--at least until they spoke about acceptable boundaries. "You like this," he told Harry, like Harry wasn't desperate to come against his leg and drooling down his dick. "Like sucking my dick, on your knees for me, don't you?"
Harry's eyes sank closed but Marcone wasn't feeling patient. He yanked his hair, pulling him back off his cock and tugging his head back at an uncomfortable angle. Harry's eyes popped wide open and Marcone took a moment to burn the image of him -- wet, swollen mouth; red cheeks; wide storm-blue eyes with their pupils blown wide -- then, "answer me!"
Harry opened his mouth and John could see his throat muscles working even as nothing came. He closed his mouth, swallowed, blinked a few times and tried again. "Yeah," he said hoarsely. "I do."
More controlled now, but that was fine: his voice would be rough from Marcone's dick down his throat for the day at least, and the realization was worth a momentary reprieve for Harry Dresden's self control. "Then get back to it, Harry," John said lowly.
Harry shuddered and John made a note to use the pitch the next time they were private and Harry was being troublesome.
After Harry's mouth was sinking, wet heat and suction, a hesitant flutter of a tongue, back down his dick, John leaned back and tried to regain some of his own control. "I don't know why I didn't think of this before," he said, forcing an absent tone even as he thrust up, slow and long into Harry's mouth and down his throat.
"As mouthy as you are, you were just begging someone to shut you up. Put you in your place." He held Harry's head down on the next full swallow, nose once more buried in his pubic hair. "Is it just me, or would anyone have done?"
Harry made a curious sound, a little pained, a lot like please and John smirked, eyes still on the ceiling as he tried not to come yet. "The vampire, perhaps? Stronger than you, he must've been a handful. I guess you do like that in your...partners, hm?"
The pressure against Marcone's leg ground up. "But I'm sure he was too gentle with you," Marcone said, resuming his slow thrusting. "As careful as he had to be feeding, he must have cared for you too much for this."
He glanced down. Harry's entire face and neck were red now, and his eyes were closed once more. "He couldn't give you what you needed, could he?" Marcone asked, lightening his grip so Harry could respond.
He got the message after a moment and shook his head reluctantly.
Marcone smirked. "But you wanted him to," he said, thrusting up viciously, fucking his way into Harry's throat hard and fast, setting up a quicker pace as his own pulse continued to race with Harry Dresden at his feet, willingly muzzled, gagging for his cock.
It was a heady brew and he was proud he'd lasted this long. "Or maybe the knight," he said on the next upthrust. "Such bonds of kinship between you, have you ever considered what it might take to drive him here, to use your mouth for its best purpose?"
Harry let out a moan like a sob, shaking his head but pressing forward desperately against Marcone's shin one final time.
There was only one response to that, Marcone knew. He held carefully still as Harry finished with the aftershocks to avoid any accidental use of teeth, then carefully pulled Harry back off of him. He looked him over once more, slowly, with great satisfaction at the wrecked expression of pleasure and confusion. His unclenched his hand from where he'd been clawing his armrest and began stroking himself from the root, rubbing just under the head. "I'm going to come on your face."
Harry opened his eyes, still that unguarded, guileless blue with the pupils nearly covering all. Marcone felt it sinking in his gut and nearly grimaced as his hand sped up.
And Harry, Harry turned his face up for it.
Part of John was already making plans for after they cleaned up and dismantled the privacy wards he'd had Gard raise. He wouldn't be telling Mad of this, nor anyone else for that matter -- but there would be repeats. Repeats, and betterment, and he would find a way to claim more of Harry Dresden than he already owned until the man was only his, protestations be damned. He would have this, and more, and Dresden would whine and beg for it. Maybe with a preview later tonight.
Fuck. Yes.
(OK, seriously, I wanted to sneak in more little bits about John actually caring for Harry as a person rather than as a really attractive weapon that likes blowing him -- and I swear it's there -- but he was pretty focused on his immediate, mercenary concerns and I am not interested in writing the epic porn-turned-regency that would otherwise require. So. Hope you enjoyed!)
Thought I knew where it was going until I didn't, or maybe I just missed it... were the references to Harry's eyes being blue supposed to be hints that Mab/Winter was controlling him?
Mab isn't ACTIVELY controlling him, since John doesn't want to fuck a puppet, but...it's her prerogative to be in her knight, at least a little. It avoids those pesky rebellions if she knows why her minions are thinking. That being said, I don't think she entirely knew what she was doing, putting Harry in Marcone's hands, even for 12 hours.
As for Harry's eyes, they're such an important part of the Dresden Files, I figured, with his bonds to Winter tightening, it might be an indication of his official allegiance. I played with a couple theories on the whys: Harry's heritage making him more susceptible, his own power manifesting as blue already having mingled with soulfire and hellfire leaving his magic malleable...
Any or all of the above were tested and ultimately left out. John doesn't know -- at the moment he's working out how to speed up his plans to separate Harry from Mab. Then he might care, if they stay blue.
But yeah, this was set after at least one Accords meeting so I didn't have to deal with a lot of extra (so we meet for the first time....again) stuff I didn't have time to really envision in a way that worked for the story.
Whew! That was freaking hot. I did catch the hints of caring in there, and they made the story more intimate and special. Still, the possessive behavior was what blew my mind. Sorry, but its a kink of mine.
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Better than Deliverance
(Anonymous) 2011-03-27 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)Mab was a vindictive bitch, but at least Harry had the pleasure of seeing some of her current plan-to-fuck-with-him thwarted, even a little, even if it was by John Marcone.
"Very well, Lord Baron," she said coldly. "You are within your rights to command privacy for the tribute as you wish." Her tone basically said, you selfish little bastard, but Harry doubted Marcone cared a great deal, considering they all knew Mab was trying to entrap them both in this little play.
Marcone nodded agreeably and stood. "I am quite certain," he murmured. "And of course, I must see you out -- no, I wouldn't have you claim me unmannered, I insist."
Harry was left alone in a house built on blood, knowing that any moment the mobster who he might or might not be attracted to was going to return and they were going to have to do something suitably...intimate.
Their spirits had to mingle enough for Mab to feel like her gift had been well used. Her gift, being Harry's...time for the next long winter night.
When Marcone came back they stared at each other for a long moment and finally Harry rolled his eyes. "You couldn't have asked for a gift card to IKEA?"
When John gave him a narrow-eyed, thoughtful look, Harry remembered, oh yeah, mobster who I have to fuck now.
But then, that was his luck.
~
"I should have known you'd like this, Dresden," Marcone hissed, his hand fisting tight in Harry's hair as he held him still, nose flush to Marcone's abdomen. "All this time, you've been hinting at this." He rolled Harry's head, tugging it around a little by the hair and savoring the shifting of the muscles in Harry's throat and the small vibrations.
"Wanting me to hold you down and make you take it," he said. He pulled Harry back up a bit and then thrust. "I should have slapped you around that first time, in my car."
Harry moaned a little and John laughed breathlessly when he felt the pressure against his leg. "All your vaunted morals, you just wanted to toss them down and hump my leg, don't you?" He set up a steady rhythm, slow enough to keep from gagging Harry by surprise.
The pressure against his leg stuttered and then resumed with more force and Marcone's other hand tightened on the armrest. He had to maintain enough control not to choke Harry--at least until they spoke about acceptable boundaries. "You like this," he told Harry, like Harry wasn't desperate to come against his leg and drooling down his dick. "Like sucking my dick, on your knees for me, don't you?"
Harry's eyes sank closed but Marcone wasn't feeling patient. He yanked his hair, pulling him back off his cock and tugging his head back at an uncomfortable angle. Harry's eyes popped wide open and Marcone took a moment to burn the image of him -- wet, swollen mouth; red cheeks; wide storm-blue eyes with their pupils blown wide -- then, "answer me!"
Harry opened his mouth and John could see his throat muscles working even as nothing came. He closed his mouth, swallowed, blinked a few times and tried again. "Yeah," he said hoarsely. "I do."
More controlled now, but that was fine: his voice would be rough from Marcone's dick down his throat for the day at least, and the realization was worth a momentary reprieve for Harry Dresden's self control. "Then get back to it, Harry," John said lowly.
Harry shuddered and John made a note to use the pitch the next time they were private and Harry was being troublesome.
After Harry's mouth was sinking, wet heat and suction, a hesitant flutter of a tongue, back down his dick, John leaned back and tried to regain some of his own control. "I don't know why I didn't think of this before," he said, forcing an absent tone even as he thrust up, slow and long into Harry's mouth and down his throat.
"As mouthy as you are, you were just begging someone to shut you up. Put you in your place." He held Harry's head down on the next full swallow, nose once more buried in his pubic hair. "Is it just me, or would anyone have done?"
Harry made a curious sound, a little pained, a lot like please and John smirked, eyes still on the ceiling as he tried not to come yet. "The vampire, perhaps? Stronger than you, he must've been a handful. I guess you do like that in your...partners, hm?"
The pressure against Marcone's leg ground up. "But I'm sure he was too gentle with you," Marcone said, resuming his slow thrusting. "As careful as he had to be feeding, he must have cared for you too much for this."
He glanced down. Harry's entire face and neck were red now, and his eyes were closed once more. "He couldn't give you what you needed, could he?" Marcone asked, lightening his grip so Harry could respond.
He got the message after a moment and shook his head reluctantly.
Marcone smirked. "But you wanted him to," he said, thrusting up viciously, fucking his way into Harry's throat hard and fast, setting up a quicker pace as his own pulse continued to race with Harry Dresden at his feet, willingly muzzled, gagging for his cock.
It was a heady brew and he was proud he'd lasted this long. "Or maybe the knight," he said on the next upthrust. "Such bonds of kinship between you, have you ever considered what it might take to drive him here, to use your mouth for its best purpose?"
Harry let out a moan like a sob, shaking his head but pressing forward desperately against Marcone's shin one final time.
There was only one response to that, Marcone knew. He held carefully still as Harry finished with the aftershocks to avoid any accidental use of teeth, then carefully pulled Harry back off of him. He looked him over once more, slowly, with great satisfaction at the wrecked expression of pleasure and confusion. His unclenched his hand from where he'd been clawing his armrest and began stroking himself from the root, rubbing just under the head. "I'm going to come on your face."
Harry opened his eyes, still that unguarded, guileless blue with the pupils nearly covering all. Marcone felt it sinking in his gut and nearly grimaced as his hand sped up.
And Harry, Harry turned his face up for it.
Part of John was already making plans for after they cleaned up and dismantled the privacy wards he'd had Gard raise. He wouldn't be telling Mad of this, nor anyone else for that matter -- but there would be repeats. Repeats, and betterment, and he would find a way to claim more of Harry Dresden than he already owned until the man was only his, protestations be damned. He would have this, and more, and Dresden would whine and beg for it. Maybe with a preview later tonight.
Fuck. Yes.
(OK, seriously, I wanted to sneak in more little bits about John actually caring for Harry as a person rather than as a really attractive weapon that likes blowing him -- and I swear it's there -- but he was pretty focused on his immediate, mercenary concerns and I am not interested in writing the epic porn-turned-regency that would otherwise require. So. Hope you enjoyed!)
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-28 01:44 am (UTC)(link)I really enjoyed reading this. :)
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-28 10:30 am (UTC)(link)As for Harry's eyes, they're such an important part of the Dresden Files, I figured, with his bonds to Winter tightening, it might be an indication of his official allegiance. I played with a couple theories on the whys: Harry's heritage making him more susceptible, his own power manifesting as blue already having mingled with soulfire and hellfire leaving his magic malleable...
Any or all of the above were tested and ultimately left out. John doesn't know -- at the moment he's working out how to speed up his plans to separate Harry from Mab. Then he might care, if they stay blue.
But yeah, this was set after at least one Accords meeting so I didn't have to deal with a lot of extra (so we meet for the first time....again) stuff I didn't have time to really envision in a way that worked for the story.
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