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24 May 2005 @ 09:32 pm
Jack/Vaughn, #16  
I went to the gym and worked out and only *then* came home and wrote more porn. I feel so virtuous. Come to think of it, that's very oxymoronic of me.



XVI.

Mislov shook his head. "I'd have to say he's turned, Laszlo, not broken."

"Semantics. Stockholm Syndrome is defined as a conditioned psychological break in the captive."

"Hey!" Vaughn said protestingly. "I don't have--" He lowered his head at Jack's look. "I'm sorry, sir."

"I would still like some more...*persuasive* proof." Mislov smiled and swirled wine around in his glass. His eyes glittered and he gave Vaughn a degree of attention that was increasingly unnerving.

"I've made clear my feelings about that."

"Yes, but he needs no partner, does he? Force him to pleasure himself here, now, in front of us. If he is not broken already, that will surely do it. A dignified agent of the U.S. government, brought to degradation."

Jack's poker face remained intact. Nearly. It was a moment before he spoke. "I think I prefer not to win the bet on those terms."

Mislov raised his brows. "You surprise me. I thought you a more ruthless man."

Jack mirrored the other man's equable expression and half-smiled. "My family--and my pets--fall within the sphere of my protection."

"Ah. That's too bad." Vaughn almost shuddered at the oily regret in Mislov's voice. "But a profitable business deal still awaits us." He toasted to the deal with his wine glass and Jack followed suit.

Back at the hotel three long hours later, they wound up standing around Sydney's suite in attentive positions while she stormed. "That was a complete waste of time--an entire week when we could have been making concrete progress and what did we do? We went to brothels and took a cruise, and Vaughn had to degrade himself--"

"Excuse me," Vaughn cut in. "I did not degrade myself. I had a job to do and I did it."

"Yeah, just stick to that story," Weiss said cynically. As Vaughn took an unthinking, angry step toward him with a fist half-raised, he raised his voice. "Whoa! This is me being your friend--I'm on your side!"

"My side of *what*?"

The way Weiss's gaze cut over to Jack was pointed.

"Jack made an operational decision," Vaughn said sharply, hand cutting the air like a knife. "You have *no* call to second-guess him."

Weiss looked stunned, as if he were weighing Vaughn in judgment, trying to decide if that had been a personal or professional betrayal. Vaughn squashed a twinge of guilt and didn't drop his gaze.

"I'm not unwilling to analyze the impact of a decision on mission status," Jack said. "*If* it's profitable. This is not."

Somehow you always knew when an argument was at an end on Jack's terms. It was a particular tone of voice, a period, full stop, the end of a chapter, a closed book that you reopened at your peril. Sydney didn't say anything more on the topic, and Weiss followed her lead. There was a brief but tense interval as everyone remained fixed in place around the room, unsure which direction to take next.

"I'm going to bed," Vaughn said, breaking the silence first.

"A good idea," Jack said. His eyes flickered to Sydney, and his lips were drawn tight as if he wanted to say more but wouldn't. "Everyone should get a good night's rest."

The next day they were to fly the first leg of a trip to Syanogorsk to tour Mislov's weapons plant. Vaughn wasn't entirely sure yet how things would change, now that the bet was over. Their team discussion hadn't gotten that far, but it was the first thing he needed to talk to Jack about. They walked next door without speaking. As he passed through the door, Vaughn began to say, "We should probably--"

Jack turned him and took his mouth, cutting off the flow of words. It felt like a new kind of kiss, one Vaughn couldn't label yet. He could feel Jack talking to him with the fullness of his mouth and his thoughts blurred and he forgot what he'd meant to say. The kiss went on and on, their tongues incessant and hungry, their bodies welding in closeness, until Vaughn was hiking his hips frantically against Jack's and rocking the two of them off-balance, wordlessly begging. Jack cupped Vaughn's head and held him in place for a minute more, using his mouth silkily. The friction of their hips and mouths became too much. Vaughn arched and came in ecstasy and embarrassment and tore his mouth away to gasp.

"I'm sorry," he said, face hot.

"Don't be." Jack's face was rigid with hunger and his hands became almost rough on Vaughn's body, undoing the buttons on his shirt with sharp jerks, shoving it off him. At the bed, he pushed Vaughn across it in a sprawl and yanked his loose trousers off, leaving him naked and sticky and still incredibly turned on, then undressed himself in impatient movements.

As Jack disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, Vaughn lay back and closed his eyes and touched himself with both hands, dragging tingling strokes against his thighs and the easing heaviness of his dick. He knew when Jack was back because Jack shoved a knee between his legs and forced him up the bed, then bent his head down and licked the spill off him.

"Oh my god," Vaughn said. He couldn't quite believe it. Jack hadn't put his mouth there before, and just the thought that he might made him crazy. "Are you--"

Jack looked up along the length of his body. "Anything," he said simply, and lowered his head again.

Minutes later, Vaughn thought he might actually lose so much blood from his brain that he'd fall unconscious. Every nerve in his body felt as if it were running a direct electrical line to his dick. He couldn't stop the raw sounds he was making or the way he kept thrusting into Jack's mouth. He was riding against the mattress, twisting and digging his heels in and grabbing anything at hand--sheets, shoulders--while trying not to do anything that would make Jack stop.

As he came a second time, he cried Jack's name in shattering repetition, losing track of the noises rising from his throat.

Jack brought him off twice more, with his hand and then his mouth again, before fucking him up against the headboard, nailing him with fierce stabs until the room or Vaughn's head whited out with an overload of pleasure.

He didn't wake up until morning, and then he was so sore he wasn't sure he wanted to move right away. He turned his head and saw breakfast laid out on a table, silver-lidded to keep the food inside warm. He smiled. Jack wasn't around, so he took his time getting up and showering and eating.

Midway through the meal with a piece of bacon lifted to his mouth he stared across the room, noticing that Jack's suitcase was gone.

"Son of a bitch," he whispered, and when the knock came on the door he knew exactly who it was.
 
 
 
angelaangela_o on May 25th, 2005 04:41 am (UTC)
Oh, my. So, if Jack removes his patronage, does that mean his pet is no longer under his protection? All the hot sex may have lulled Vaughn, and me, into forgetting that Jack never loses sight of the ultimate goal of the mission. Gives a whole new meaning to being dicked over.
droneish on May 25th, 2005 04:54 am (UTC)
See, I figure it's the CIA come to retrieve Vaughn. Which would be a very sensible betrayal on Jack's part. Though, /has bad thought/ how can they be having of the hot (incredibly, stunningly, searingly, electrically hot) sex if they're separated? /dismay/

Of course, this might be leading to back-at-the-agency-we-don't-have-an-excuse-to-fuck angst! Ah, Anna will make it good for us no matter what. Even if Vaughn is picked up by the creepy Mislov. /trusts Anna's porn-sense implicitly/
wyoluvrwyoluvr on May 25th, 2005 05:18 am (UTC)
yeah, i'm pretty sure Jack's arranged for the CIA to pick Vaughn up, thus allowing Syd, Weiss and Jack to continue on with the mission, giving Mislov the plausible "the CIA took our toy away" excuse for why Vaughn's just suddenly gone. i think the comment Jack made to Mislov about the Stockholm syndrome gave it away.

or eliade is just toying with our emotions here and sometihng else entirely is going on *g*
Moral Whiplash: wickedbkwyrm on May 25th, 2005 04:41 am (UTC)
You're extremely virtuous.
And this is very hot porn. Woo!
wyoluvrwyoluvr on May 25th, 2005 04:50 am (UTC)
"Son of a bitch," he whispered, and when the knock came on the door he knew exactly who it was.

AHH!!!!!!!!! Who!!???? Daughter of a Diseased Gerbil, give me more!

Vaughn the Horny Slut Monkey (okay, finding new slutty names for him is far too much fun) is my new favorite toy. have i said that already? should i say it more?
Anna S.eliade on May 25th, 2005 05:05 am (UTC)
Daughter of a Diseased Gerbil, give me more!

Ohhhhh, man. That is the quote of the day. *glee*
wyoluvrwyoluvr on May 25th, 2005 05:15 am (UTC)
and i stand behind it 100 percent +

my only consolation (since i have to wait until at least tomorrow for more) is that others will suffer as well.
tafkarfanfictafkarfanfic on May 25th, 2005 04:50 am (UTC)
The kiss went on and on, their tongues incessant and hungry, their bodies welding in closeness, until Vaughn was hiking his hips frantically against Jack's and rocking the two of them off-balance, wordlessly begging.

OMG so hot. SCORCHING.

I like the whole thing with Vaughn and the fast refractory period. I actually dated a guy who would come really fast the first time, and be ready to go about five minutes later. He always said he liked to get the first one out of the way as quicky as possible. (er, maybe that's TMI.)

Midway through the mean with a piece of bacon lifted to his mouth he stared across the room, noticing that Jack's suitcase was gone.

Oh, I knew that was coming. That was a goodbye fuck on Jack's part.

So, so good.
Anna S.eliade on May 25th, 2005 05:24 am (UTC)
Except I said "midway through the mean", not "meal." *facepalm* I fixed it, though. FORGIVE ME, CRUEL UNIVERSE RULED BY GODS OF SPELLING!

OMG so hot. SCORCHING.

I am glad!

Aaaaaand, I sleep now. Kind of regretfully, actually. But I do need the sleep thing or I turn into even a bigger freak, and less fun to be around. *g*
Innocent Bystanderfiresprite1105 on May 25th, 2005 08:27 am (UTC)
*gibbers*

*bursts into flames*
Humairahumaira_k on May 25th, 2005 12:51 pm (UTC)
But..But..you can't leave me like this! I'm all goo because of the sex and there's no more after this?!

Mark of an excellent and extremelty virtuous writer to leave me like this. Seems I will take a long time to recover from this...*sobs* need moe porn!
witlingwitling on May 25th, 2005 02:11 pm (UTC)
"Hey!" Vaughn said protestingly. "I don't have--" He lowered his head at Jack's look. "I'm sorry, sir."

Heee. Genius.

This whole thing is genius. It's incredibly subtle and complex, psychologically. I love all the levels. Including the one in which we get to read about men having lots of sex with each other.
Anna S.eliade on May 25th, 2005 04:43 pm (UTC)
Heee. Genius.

I'm so glad you caught and mentioned that--I actually thought of you as I wrote it. *G* And I cracked myself up, actually. I almost wrote a little bit about Sydney reacting to the comment and then I had to slap myself and say, "*No*, Anna! We don't *underline* the *funny*!" Hee.

This whole thing is genius. It's incredibly subtle and complex, psychologically. I love all the levels. Including the one in which we get to read about men having lots of sex with each other.

I'm so glad you're liking it, and thank you. *mwahhhhhhhhh*
witlingwitling on May 25th, 2005 04:52 pm (UTC)
::pets your funny, funny, giant brainiac brain::
julia_herejulia_here on May 25th, 2005 02:43 pm (UTC)
So, basically, being a coward and retreating to watch "House" in my bedroom away from the loud and irrational interactions of a sleep deprived 17yoXX, a 19yoXY in the midst of a testoserone storm, and their father trying to control what he does not understand, got me, as a bonus, the ability to sleep without getting hung up on how that cliff-hanger is going to work itself out?

Cool.

I trust your ability to tie us all into tight little knots for a bit longer before you pull on the magic string and everything goes smooth but may I just say, for now, in conclusion: GAH!

Julia, so I expect I'll just have to get my own work done while I wait
nestra on May 25th, 2005 02:50 pm (UTC)
Oh, poor Vaughn. Had you not been addled by sex, you would have seen this coming.
Alizarin_NYCalizarin_nyc on May 26th, 2005 01:29 pm (UTC)
Mislov shook his head. "I'd have to say he's turned, Laszlo, not broken."

Mislov has no idea just *how* perceptive this is.
Chasechase820 on June 2nd, 2005 03:42 pm (UTC)
I knew this was coming. Poor Vaughn. But at the same time I can't help feeling Jack did the right thing, simply because Vaughn's too headfucked by the mission to know what's good for him right now.

Although, it could just be Jack freaking out in his own stoic alpha bastard way and heading for the hills because he can't handle the situation.

I love it when I can't call the ending of a narrative. So many stories--fanfic and otherwise--are so predictable. But yours continually surprise me.
MELODY GLOUCESTER PEGASUSjolielaide on January 17th, 2006 08:47 pm (UTC)
Mislov shook his head. "I'd have to say he's turned, Laszlo, not broken."

"Semantics. Stockholm Syndrome is defined as a conditioned psychological break in the captive."

"Hey!" Vaughn said protestingly. "I don't have--" He lowered his head at Jack's look. "I'm sorry, sir."



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ahem.

This continues to be utterly engrossing. It's like Chaucer! It's got everything! I love the funny, and the sexy, and the suspenseful...<3