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ptahrrific) wrote2012-08-14 09:23 pm
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Fake News | Wyatt & Jessica, Jon/"Stephen", Kristen/Olivia | R | And Then There Were Nine
Title: And Then There Were Nine
Rating: R
Characters/pairings: Jon/"Stephen", Olivia/Kristen, Wyatt, Jessica, others
Disclaimer/Warnings: See the table of contents.
A trio of worldbuilding scenes, setting the stage up to the time where Jessica has just joined the group. General mileau was from an AU meme; character combinations were from reader prompts; the continuity ended up all fitting together.
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Wyatt & Jessica
When he ducked down to the pantry for another bowl of grapes, he ran smack into a new face. A young woman, really young by the look of her. But sure enough, she was wearing the big poofy pants, which meant she was a legit harem member and not an unusually dirt-free street urchin trying to sneak off with some of their wine.
"Hey," said Wyatt. "I'm Wyatt. And just so you know, Jon totally encourages fraternization among co-workers."
"Uh, thanks." She shook his hand. "Jessica. Does he not get jealous or whatever?"
Wyatt shrugged. "Even if he did, you're way young for his tastes. We're basically only here to keep his prestige up. You want some help with that wine?"
"Sure, I could use that."
She still looked pretty skeptical, so Wyatt added, "You can still hit on him if you want, but I'm telling you...if you really want to get into his good graces, make the guy laugh."
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Jon & Stephen
Jon has to be seen taking someone to bed every night. In the early days, before he starts picking people for intelligence and trustworthiness more than status, he has to sleep with them all too. Can't give them any reason to get the gossip rolling.
Stephen's his favorite in these days because Stephen is gullible. Jon can tie him to the four-poster, eyes and ears covered, and then go read a book for an hour; Stephen will be no less than half-hard the entire time, and when Jon finally puts the volume down and unties the knots fasting his ankles to the bedposts, he'll assume Jon's been the same way.
That's how it goes for years on end. At some point Jon finds out he can bring in other people, and as long as the blindfold stays on and the rug is thick enough to swallow the tread of unfamilar footsteps, Stephen's story won't change.
This leads to the stretch of almost four months when Jon has almost no sex at all. He doesn't get much reading done, either. Internal conflict and self-loathing take up the bulk of his time. When he finally decides to change things, and damn the risk, the first step is to sit down with Stephen fully clothed and admits the deception.
Stephen looks at him for a long moment, then says, "Does that mean I can stop pretending it was you now?"
That brings Jon up short. "You knew?"
"Well, obviously," says Stephen, rolling his eyes. "Different penises feel different, Jon. At first I freaked out because I thought you didn't want me any more, but then I figured you must have a good reason that I just wasn't meant to know." And, when Jon asks if he isn't angry, "Why would I be? You wouldn't have let any of them hurt me."
(Jon is aware that this doesn't make him less of a horrible person. It just makes him a very, very lucky one.)
These days Jon is surrounded by a comfortable, clever group of people who just happen to look stunning with bare midriffs and poufy pants. They invite themselves into his bedroom, if and when they feel like it. On those nights nobody else volunteers, Stephen comes with him: for sex if they're both interested, cuddling if they're not.
Jon gets a lot of reading done with Stephen's dark head in his lap. He even gets someone to talk about the books with, and Stephen's commentary is earnest and funny, even when (especially when?) he's missed the point by a furlong.
Needless to say, Stephen is still his favorite.
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Olivia & Kristen
In a marbled chamber with pillow-strewn floors, Jon and his concubines sit in a circle of velvety-red oversized beanbag chairs. Stephen, as usual when too many others are in Jon's vicinity, is draped possessively across the man's lap, while the others are loosely grouped in a way that would dissolve under a casual gaze: Wyatt and Jessica, Sam and Jason, Kristen and Olivia, John, Aasif.
"So here's the problem," says Jon, passing around the bowl of grapes. "O'Reilly is visiting tomorrow. And O'Reilly has heard...Rumors."
The capital letter rustles around the room. Olivia slips her hand into Kristen's and squeezes.
"Nothing definite, and I can probably brush off anything he says at the Council as grudgebaiting." He ruffles Stephen's hair. "But it would be nice if we had battle plans. Just in case."
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"So these are your people?" says O'Reilly, looking around from his plush seat at the gauze-clad bodies enjoying the cushions around him. Stephen is kneeling by his side with the fruit-and-cheese platter and the wine ready for pouring; Olivia by Jon's, with an identical setup. Everyone else is out in the sprawl. "Nice bunch."
"You flatter me, sir." Jon rests a hand on the crown of Olivia's head, ostensibly to be possessive and dickish, in reality to remind her not to throttle the man. (Or Jon, for that matter. She trusts him — heck, even Sam trusts him, and she's been here since before Jon made his turnaround — but that doesn't mean it doesn't grate.)
"No, I mean it! I mean," and O'Reilly pats Stephen's head, "this one's seen better days, but your cupbearer there, she's, she's a real cute one. You keeping 'em all busy?"
It's a perfect opening, and Kristen takes it. "Not at all," she declares, popping up from behind Jon's couch and leaning forward. With exaggerated gestures she rubs Jon's shoulders; her breasts squish into high circles against the back of his head. "He is so neglectful sometimes, aren't you? In a harem this size, two or three times a night is just not enough to go around!"
"Well, uh, I, um...." Jon's awkwardness isn't entirely faked. "...Sorry?"
Kristen pinches his cheeks. "Not good enough!" She releases him, to everyone's relief except possibly O'Reilly's, and strolls over to where Olivia's still kneeling in wait. "It's gotten so bad, we've had no choice but to turn to...each other."
She pulls Olivia's head against her, and lets the expositing die away in favor of heavy breathing.
Olivia closes her eyes and lets her mouth fall open as she nuzzles between Kristen's legs. Her bottom lip drags across the satiny fabric; she can smell Kristen through the perfume, can just feel the contours of the warmer folds underneath. "Yeah, it's awful," she mumbles. "Absolutely awful. Unf."
Kristen waits a long and delicious moment before hauling her upward — Olivia gets her face dragged right through Kristen's cleavage and manages to get in a good lick before their mouths are on a level. Kristen's hands caress her bare arms; Olivia wraps them around Kristen's ample waist and kisses her deeply. There's a string of bangles slung around Kristen's hips, and when Olivia grinds their pelvises together she learns that one of them is placed just right....
"Ladies!" exclaims Jon. "If I promise to take both of you to my room tonight, will you quit interrupting our meeting?"
"No, please," puts in O'Reilly, trying to sound professionally detached and failing. "Don't stop on my account."
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"Well, I think it's clear who stole the show today...."
"Me, right?" says Stephen hopefully.
Jon squeezes his hand. "You were good too, babe."
Olivia and Kristen get a round of applause. Jessica hugs them both. Jason goes for the same, a sly leer on his face; Sam gently yanks him back.
"And I wasn't kidding about you getting my room tonight," Jon adds. When the joy in the room vanishes behind wary shields, he hastens to add, "Not with me in it! No, of course not. I'll be in one of the guest rooms. With, uh, I don't know if anyone wants to call tonight, but I was hoping...."
"I've got an idea," interrupts Olivia. Her arm is around Kristen's shoulders and vice versa, like they've been welded there. "How about you and Stephen cuddle in one of the spare bedrooms in our wing?"
Jon shuffles from foot to foot. "You do realize, that if that story gets out, I will be in even bigger trouble than I was before the not-sexing-the-concubines-enough rumor got squashed...."
Kristen shrugs, lightly jostling Olivia's arm but not losing it. Never losing it. "Then I guess you better keep us all happy enough not to spread it around, huh?"
Jon's gaze skips around the circle, face to face to face. Then he rubs the back of his neck. "I guess I better."
Rating: R
Characters/pairings: Jon/"Stephen", Olivia/Kristen, Wyatt, Jessica, others
Disclaimer/Warnings: See the table of contents.
A trio of worldbuilding scenes, setting the stage up to the time where Jessica has just joined the group. General mileau was from an AU meme; character combinations were from reader prompts; the continuity ended up all fitting together.
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Wyatt & Jessica
When he ducked down to the pantry for another bowl of grapes, he ran smack into a new face. A young woman, really young by the look of her. But sure enough, she was wearing the big poofy pants, which meant she was a legit harem member and not an unusually dirt-free street urchin trying to sneak off with some of their wine.
"Hey," said Wyatt. "I'm Wyatt. And just so you know, Jon totally encourages fraternization among co-workers."
"Uh, thanks." She shook his hand. "Jessica. Does he not get jealous or whatever?"
Wyatt shrugged. "Even if he did, you're way young for his tastes. We're basically only here to keep his prestige up. You want some help with that wine?"
"Sure, I could use that."
She still looked pretty skeptical, so Wyatt added, "You can still hit on him if you want, but I'm telling you...if you really want to get into his good graces, make the guy laugh."
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Jon & Stephen
Jon has to be seen taking someone to bed every night. In the early days, before he starts picking people for intelligence and trustworthiness more than status, he has to sleep with them all too. Can't give them any reason to get the gossip rolling.
Stephen's his favorite in these days because Stephen is gullible. Jon can tie him to the four-poster, eyes and ears covered, and then go read a book for an hour; Stephen will be no less than half-hard the entire time, and when Jon finally puts the volume down and unties the knots fasting his ankles to the bedposts, he'll assume Jon's been the same way.
That's how it goes for years on end. At some point Jon finds out he can bring in other people, and as long as the blindfold stays on and the rug is thick enough to swallow the tread of unfamilar footsteps, Stephen's story won't change.
This leads to the stretch of almost four months when Jon has almost no sex at all. He doesn't get much reading done, either. Internal conflict and self-loathing take up the bulk of his time. When he finally decides to change things, and damn the risk, the first step is to sit down with Stephen fully clothed and admits the deception.
Stephen looks at him for a long moment, then says, "Does that mean I can stop pretending it was you now?"
That brings Jon up short. "You knew?"
"Well, obviously," says Stephen, rolling his eyes. "Different penises feel different, Jon. At first I freaked out because I thought you didn't want me any more, but then I figured you must have a good reason that I just wasn't meant to know." And, when Jon asks if he isn't angry, "Why would I be? You wouldn't have let any of them hurt me."
(Jon is aware that this doesn't make him less of a horrible person. It just makes him a very, very lucky one.)
These days Jon is surrounded by a comfortable, clever group of people who just happen to look stunning with bare midriffs and poufy pants. They invite themselves into his bedroom, if and when they feel like it. On those nights nobody else volunteers, Stephen comes with him: for sex if they're both interested, cuddling if they're not.
Jon gets a lot of reading done with Stephen's dark head in his lap. He even gets someone to talk about the books with, and Stephen's commentary is earnest and funny, even when (especially when?) he's missed the point by a furlong.
Needless to say, Stephen is still his favorite.
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Olivia & Kristen
In a marbled chamber with pillow-strewn floors, Jon and his concubines sit in a circle of velvety-red oversized beanbag chairs. Stephen, as usual when too many others are in Jon's vicinity, is draped possessively across the man's lap, while the others are loosely grouped in a way that would dissolve under a casual gaze: Wyatt and Jessica, Sam and Jason, Kristen and Olivia, John, Aasif.
"So here's the problem," says Jon, passing around the bowl of grapes. "O'Reilly is visiting tomorrow. And O'Reilly has heard...Rumors."
The capital letter rustles around the room. Olivia slips her hand into Kristen's and squeezes.
"Nothing definite, and I can probably brush off anything he says at the Council as grudgebaiting." He ruffles Stephen's hair. "But it would be nice if we had battle plans. Just in case."
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"So these are your people?" says O'Reilly, looking around from his plush seat at the gauze-clad bodies enjoying the cushions around him. Stephen is kneeling by his side with the fruit-and-cheese platter and the wine ready for pouring; Olivia by Jon's, with an identical setup. Everyone else is out in the sprawl. "Nice bunch."
"You flatter me, sir." Jon rests a hand on the crown of Olivia's head, ostensibly to be possessive and dickish, in reality to remind her not to throttle the man. (Or Jon, for that matter. She trusts him — heck, even Sam trusts him, and she's been here since before Jon made his turnaround — but that doesn't mean it doesn't grate.)
"No, I mean it! I mean," and O'Reilly pats Stephen's head, "this one's seen better days, but your cupbearer there, she's, she's a real cute one. You keeping 'em all busy?"
It's a perfect opening, and Kristen takes it. "Not at all," she declares, popping up from behind Jon's couch and leaning forward. With exaggerated gestures she rubs Jon's shoulders; her breasts squish into high circles against the back of his head. "He is so neglectful sometimes, aren't you? In a harem this size, two or three times a night is just not enough to go around!"
"Well, uh, I, um...." Jon's awkwardness isn't entirely faked. "...Sorry?"
Kristen pinches his cheeks. "Not good enough!" She releases him, to everyone's relief except possibly O'Reilly's, and strolls over to where Olivia's still kneeling in wait. "It's gotten so bad, we've had no choice but to turn to...each other."
She pulls Olivia's head against her, and lets the expositing die away in favor of heavy breathing.
Olivia closes her eyes and lets her mouth fall open as she nuzzles between Kristen's legs. Her bottom lip drags across the satiny fabric; she can smell Kristen through the perfume, can just feel the contours of the warmer folds underneath. "Yeah, it's awful," she mumbles. "Absolutely awful. Unf."
Kristen waits a long and delicious moment before hauling her upward — Olivia gets her face dragged right through Kristen's cleavage and manages to get in a good lick before their mouths are on a level. Kristen's hands caress her bare arms; Olivia wraps them around Kristen's ample waist and kisses her deeply. There's a string of bangles slung around Kristen's hips, and when Olivia grinds their pelvises together she learns that one of them is placed just right....
"Ladies!" exclaims Jon. "If I promise to take both of you to my room tonight, will you quit interrupting our meeting?"
"No, please," puts in O'Reilly, trying to sound professionally detached and failing. "Don't stop on my account."
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"Well, I think it's clear who stole the show today...."
"Me, right?" says Stephen hopefully.
Jon squeezes his hand. "You were good too, babe."
Olivia and Kristen get a round of applause. Jessica hugs them both. Jason goes for the same, a sly leer on his face; Sam gently yanks him back.
"And I wasn't kidding about you getting my room tonight," Jon adds. When the joy in the room vanishes behind wary shields, he hastens to add, "Not with me in it! No, of course not. I'll be in one of the guest rooms. With, uh, I don't know if anyone wants to call tonight, but I was hoping...."
"I've got an idea," interrupts Olivia. Her arm is around Kristen's shoulders and vice versa, like they've been welded there. "How about you and Stephen cuddle in one of the spare bedrooms in our wing?"
Jon shuffles from foot to foot. "You do realize, that if that story gets out, I will be in even bigger trouble than I was before the not-sexing-the-concubines-enough rumor got squashed...."
Kristen shrugs, lightly jostling Olivia's arm but not losing it. Never losing it. "Then I guess you better keep us all happy enough not to spread it around, huh?"
Jon's gaze skips around the circle, face to face to face. Then he rubs the back of his neck. "I guess I better."
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I've already read this, but I just want to comment here to show my approval of this new, established AU. And there are two more installments? Awesome.
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