Fiction: Alpha Dog part 3
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kethniName: Alpha Dog part 3
Rating: Hard 18
Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con sex, BDSM, humiliation, sexual violence. Dirty, pervy stuff.
Pairings: Matt/Mohinder, Matt/Nathan, Matt/Elle/Charlie
The cell walls, floor, and ceiling are matte white. There are no windows or furniture. Nothing but Peter, in a white paper suit, slumped against the wall.
Two guards, in white paper suits and padded shoes that make no sound, drag him from the room. He moans and babbles questions as he’s half carried into the interrogation room. He’s dropped into a chair and half slides out as the guards leave the room.
Matt pads in carrying a bottle of orange juice and a cheeseburger. Mohinder trails in after and stays back against the wall.
“Hi Peter,” Matt says quietly as he puts the coffee and sandwich down on the table in front of Peter. “How you doing?” He gently pulls Peter into a sitting position and then sits on the table.
Peter looks up at him silently.
“Here, you hungry?” Matt asks, picking up the cheeseburger. “You want a bite?”
He holds it to Peter’s mouth and Peter takes a tiny bite.
“That good?”
Peter nods and takes another bite. Mohinder folds his arms tightly and watches as Matt slowly feeds Peter the cheeseburger interspersed with sips of juice.
“There we go, here let me wipe that off for you. How do you feel?”
“Bit shaky,” Peter whispers.
“Can you stay upright for me? I tell you what, I’m going to put these straps on so you don’t slide off the chair while I get someone to give you something for the pain. I’ll just be five minutes.” Matt straps Peter’s arms and legs and stands up. “Doctor Suresh will keep an eye on you. I’ll only be a few minutes, okay?”
“What’re you doing?” Mohinder hisses. “Don’t leave me alone with him!”
“He’s strapped to the chair,” Matt says, pushing past him. “He’s barely even aware you’re here.”
Mohinder fidgets as the door closes. Peter is looking around slowly and vaguely as though not seeing anything around him.
“Peter?” Mohinder says quietly, stepping forward. “Are you... how are you feeling?”
“M’hinder?” Peter mutters.
“Shush, shush, it’s alright.” Mohinder fumbles in his pocket for his phone. “Just... just look up would you?”
“What’re you...”
“Nothing, nothing,” Mohinder says soothingly, moving closer to take another picture. He touches Peter’s face.
“Jesus!” Matt roars. He throws Mohinder up against the wall and the phone goes skittering across the floor. “Get out!” He orders, unstrapping Peter and accepting his desperate embrace. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I got you. I’ll look after you. Suresh, get out.”
“He set me up!” Mohinder snarls, stamping over to Charlie. “He knew I’d...”
Charlie doesn’t even look at him as she continues typing. “Knew you’d what, doctor?” she asks archly.
“He manipulated me!” Mohinder slams a hand down on the desk.
“Really? Did he make you do something?” she asks, finally looking up. “Or did he just step back and let you make a decision you’re ashamed of?”
“I don’t like being used,” Mohinder protests weakly.
“You’re a government advisor,” Charlie points out. “Better get used to it.”
“What’s he got on you?”
“Hmm?”
“Parkman, what does he have on you?” Mohinder asks. “Did he catch you embezzling or did he break you in the interrogation suite?”
She sits back in her chair and looks up at him. “Neither, doctor. He took me out of an internment camp.”
“He was probably the one who put you in there,” Mohinder suggests sourly.
“No, I’ve seen the files. He was in your tender mercies when I was interned.”
Mohinder licks his lips. “What do you know about it?”
Charlie snorts and returns to her typing. “How would I know anything, Doctor? I’m just an assistant.”
“His assistant. I bet you have all sorts of access to all sorts of information, don’t you?”
“Like expunged arrest records?” she says sweetly, looking up at him. “Deleted records from the sexual offences register, that kind of thing?”
“That kind of thing,” Mohinder agrees, sourly. “When is he going to take this off?” he asks, showing her the heavy collar around his throat.
“Wow, that’s all kinds of ugly,” she laughs. She walks around the desk and sits down with her legs crossed. She gracefully pulls the skirt of her dress right up to show the delicate silver-coloured cuff around her thigh. “That’s mine, it’s platinum. Pretty, isn’t it?”
“I...” Mohinder trails off, gaping at her.
“He had it made specially,” she’s says brushing down her skirt. “A collar, like yours, is much more common. I like being unusual though.”
“Why didn’t he just brand you across the forehead and have done with it?” Mohinder snaps.
“Gee, Doctor Suresh. I’m not into pain,” she says moving back around the desk. “He doesn’t look to me for that. One of his pets is, one of the boys, damn what is his name? It’ll come to me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d be all for having Mr Parkman’s name branded on him.”
“Pets?”
“Sure, at home. I guess that’s where Peter will be going when he’s finished telling his life story.” Charlie turns on the kettle. “That’s what The President normally means when he says Mr Parkman can ‘have’ someone. Would you like a coffee?”
“Yes, please,” Mohinder says weakly, sinking down into the guest chair. “How many are there?”
“Pets? Well there was another girl but now there’s just the one; so three at the moment. The latest one he only got about a week ago and it’s all very hush-hush.” Charlie gets milk out of a concealed fridge. “Luke! That’s his name. Luke Campbell, he’s into pain. Mind you he’d do anything Mr Parkman told him. He’s the most tame I guess. He does the food shopping online and he does the other housework.” She makes the coffee and opens up a jar of biscuits. “He calls very occasionally to ask about this or that. Help yourself to sugar.”
Mohinder takes the cup of coffee that she hands him. “What happened to the other girl? Did she escape?”
Charlie dunks a chocolate biscuit and sucks the chocolate off. “No, they never escape. Even they could they wouldn’t. They’re too broken to set foot out the door mostly. It’s horrible but it’s the only way.”
“Is that what’s going to happen to me?” he asks. “Imprisoned there, too broken to escape?”
“Oh golly no! Not unless you do something terrible!” She turns on the percolator and gets out a couple of cups. “They’re all former members of the resistance.”
“So what will happen?” he asks.
Charlie looks at him critically. “He’ll might take you home. He doesn’t see you ever day like he does me. But he won’t break you, he doesn’t have permission and besides if you mind your manners he won’t have to.” She takes a sip of her coffee. “It’s the others you have to careful of.”
“So what did happen to the other girl?” Mohinder asks suspiciously.
“She was hurt; Luke said it was an accident.” Charlie raises her eyebrows. “Well she won’t be contradicting him. She’s brain-dead but they’re keeping her on life support.”
“Dear god, what for?”
“Organ donation,” Charlie says with a shudder. “That bit is pretty creepy.”
“That bit?” Mohinder mutters, sipping his coffee.
“Peter, I know that it’s difficult but I need you to concentrate,” Matt says soothingly. “Where is Hiro based?”
Peter is curled up in the chair with his arms around his legs. He stares at Matt through the hair hanging over his eyes and swallows. “Can I...” he holds out his arms.
“When you answer the question, Peter,” Matt says gently. “When you answer all the questions I’m going to take you home. You can be safe and looked after as long as your answer the questions honestly.” He sits on the table in front of Peter and lets Peter lean against him.
“The Deveaux Building,” Peter says softly. “Isaac Mendez’s old loft.”
Matt strokes the back of his neck with his fingertips. “Will he be there now?”
“No, they have a mission soon.” Peter murmurs drowsily. “Always go underground before a mission.”
“Where’s the mission?”
“I don’t know. He doesn’t trust me. He says there’s a mole.” Peter looks up at Matt. “He’s going with the Washington group.”
Matt smiles at him. “Really? That’s good to know. You can go to sleep now.”
Peter smiles serenely and drops his head down onto the desk. Matt gestures at the guards and they carry him out bodily as Matt ducks down to pick up Mohinder’s phone. He skims through the photographs as he leaves the interrogation suite and goes back up to reception.
“I hope he’s not bothering you,” Matt says to Charlie, glancing up from Mohinder’s phone. “What are you still doing here?”
“I’m supposed to be getting samples and asking some questions!” Mohinder snarls, grabbing for his phone.
Matt easily moves the phone out of his reach. “Someone was misbehaving,” he smirks, walking behind the desk. “Had to throw him out of the room,” he confides to Charlie.
“Give me back my phone.”
“Are you giving me orders, vermin?” Matt growls.
“No, no, I...” Mohinder backs away, as Matt stalks towards him. He glances at Charlie mouthing something at him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.”
“Sir.”
Mohinder swallows. “Please don’t hurt me, Sir.”
Matt’s fingers tangle in Charlie’s hair and he pulls gently so that she’s looking up at him. “Did you tell him to say that?”
“Yes Mr Parkman,” she admits.
“Why?”
“Because he meant ‘I’m sorry’ but he was going to say something idiotic that would have made you angrier,” she says quietly.
Matt plays with her hair a little longer and then leans down to kiss her forehead. “Don’t help him, alright? I don’t want you all teaming up on me.”
“No, Mr Parkman.”
Matt lets go of her hair and throws the phone to Mohinder. “Sick fuck. Those could get you arrested.”
“It’s a disease,” Mohinder mutters. “I have a group meeting...”
Matt snorts and takes handcuffs out of his pocket. “Twelve steps is it?”
Mohinder glances at Charlie but she ignores him. He shoves his phone in his pocket. “Something like that.”
Matt twirls the cuffs around his finger. “Aww, no new chip for you.”
“Are those for me?” Mohinder asks, watching the cuffs spin.
“Oh yeah, you suit them.” Matt cuffs Mohinder’s hands in front of him. “Don’t want you falling over.” He walks away, clicking his fingers. “Heel.”
“I have a very special present for you, boy. Very special and very secret. You can keep a secret can’t you?”
“You know I can.”
“Do you want to see?”
“Yes daddy.”
“Say please.”
“Please.”
“It’s in the box. Why don’t you have a look?”
“Parkman! Parkman, get me out of here! This is me, you know this is me, help me!”
“Well, do you like your new plaything?”
“Very much daddy, thank you.”
“How do good boys say thank you?”
“Where are we going?” Mohinder asks, struggling to keep up.
“If I need you to know something I’ll tell you,” Matt says cheerfully, pausing to press the ‘call’ button on the elevator.
Mohinder leans against the wall. “Is this how it’s going to be now? You using and manipulating me and then expecting me to lick your boots?”
Matt looks him up and down. “I’m wearing shoes. You want to go and get some boots?”
“I meant metaphorically,” Mohinder says weakly.
Matt leans over him and Mohinder cringes back against the wall. “Pay attention, this is how it is; you’re not Charlie, you’re not even Luke. You’re vermin. If you’re obedient, useful, and sufficiently entertaining you can work your way up. Right now you get zero consideration.” Matt leans in, runs a hand along Mohinder’s stomach, and presses his lips to his ear. “But I can be nice. I can be very nice to what’s mine.”
There’s a ‘ding’ as the elevator arrives and Matt spins away to walk into it, leaving Mohinder scrambling in behind him.
“Do I have to keep this?” Mohinder asks, indicating the collar.
“If you deserve it, I might get you a nicer one in the future.”
“I don’t get a choice?”
Matt raises his eyebrows. “When I want you to make a decision, I’ll tell you what it is.”
Mohinder looks away and worries his lip. “Am I being punished for what I did to Peter? I did what you wanted.”
“You’re confusing ‘expectation’ with ‘desire’,” Matt says. “If you get caught assaulting someone you should expect consequences but it doesn’t mean you want them. I expected you to go for Peter, doesn’t mean I wanted it.” He lifts up Mohinder’s chin. “If you’re good you can play with Luke. He likes being tormented while he’s helpless and drugged up.”
“And if I’m not good?” Mohinder asks quietly.
“Be good.”
“No clever threat?”
Matt bites Mohinder’s throat hard enough to make Mohinder gasp in pain. “I don’t threaten toys. You’re not worth the breath.”
The elevator doors open and Matt stalks out with Mohinder stumbling behind, clutching his throat.
Nathan looks up and smiles coldly when they watch into his office.
“I wasn’t expecting you boys quite so soon.” He gets up and walks over to them.
“Peter broke,” Matt says.
“So quickly?” Nathan undoes Matt’s tie. “That’s very good. Does the good boy want to be petted, hmm?”
“Yes please daddy,” Matt says softly.
Nathan smiles at him and then looks at Mohinder. “You boys sorted out your differences I’m told?” he smirks at Mohinder’s cuffed hand, then pulls Mohinder’s shirt collar down suddenly and looks at the heavy leather collar. Mohinder tugs his head back automatically. “Who’s a generous boy?” Nathan coos to Matt. “Come over to the fireplace and get undressed.”
“I should...” Mohinder stutters.
“You should do as your owner tells you,” Nathan says sharply. “Matt hasn’t told you to leave.”
Mohinder silently follows them over to the fireplace and watches as Matt strips down. Nathan sits down and pats his lap.
“Good boy, lie down.”
“This is obscene,” Mohinder says quietly.
“Quiet!” Matt barks.
“Shush,” Nathan says softly. “You can punish him later. Lie down, there’s a good boy.”
Matt lies down with his head in Nathan’s lap and rubs against the caressing hand. He stares up into Nathan’s face watching his eyes intently. Nathan scratches Matt’s chest and stomach gently, smiling indulgently.
“You love your daddy, don’t you boy?”
Matt whines softly in affirmation and nods his head.
“Why don’t you show me how much you love me?” Nathan suggests.
Matt sits up and rolls onto all fours with his legs wide apart. Nathan takes a tube of lube from his pocket.
Mohinder looks around and shifts uncomfortably. “Do I have to be here?”
“Do I have to gag you?” Nathan asks, preparing Matt. “I’ve been neglecting you haven’t I boy, hmm?” he says to Matt. He kneels up behind Matt, pushes down his trousers and boxers, and enters him slowly. “Good boy, show the doctor how happy you are?”
Matt looks over at Mohinder with placid eyes. Mohinder looks away.
Matt yelps softly as Nathan grips his hair and increases his speed.
“Shush boy, good boy. Oh... oh, good. Good boy.”
Nathan kisses and strokes Matt’s back and then pulls out.
Matt stays where he is as Nathan stands up and cleans himself with a hand wipe before washing his hands in the small basin.
“Suresh, come here and clean him.”
Mohinder glowers as he grabs the box of wipes and cleans Matt off as best he can with his hands cuffed.
“Who’s a good boy?” Nathan says, stroking Matt’s hair. “A good boy deserves a special treat. Come here Suresh.”
Mohinder jerks at his name. “What? Oh god, now what?”
Nathan frowns at him. “There’s no need for blasphemy. Get up boy. Suresh, undress and bend over, grab your ankles. “Have you had him this way yet, hmm boy?”
Matt shakes his head silently.
“Well, you can now. Won’t that be fun?” He looks up at Mohinder. “Suresh, is there some reason you’re still upright and fully dressed?”
Mohinder holds up his cuffed hands silently.
Matt gets up and retrieves the key and another pair of handcuffs from his trousers. He undoes the cuffs and holds them loosely as Mohinder undresses.
“I’ll fall over,” Mohinder protests.
“You won’t let the pretty toy fall over, will you boy?” Nathan asks.
“No,” Matt says softly. He puts a hand on Mohinder’s neck and pushes him forward.
Mohinder leans over, wobbling slightly and touches his toes. Matt kneels down and cuffs one hand to the ankle it’s touching. Nathan walks forward and steadies Mohinder.
“This won’t work,” Mohinder pants painfully. “Let me up.”
“Think of it as extreme yoga,” Nathan laughs.
Matt moves to the other leg and cuffs that hand to the ankle.
“Please, please this is really uncomfortable.”
Matt stands up as Nathan walks around in front of Mohinder and steadies him.
“I’m sure Matt can take your mind off that.” Nathan hands Matt the lube.
“You’re going to watch?”
“Of course I am.” Nathan smiles as Matt tips lube onto his fingers. “It’s such a pleasure to watch a pet enjoy itself.”
“Nathan, please...”
“Tch, tch,” Nathan corrects. “I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to call me by my first name anymore. Matt can’t, so you certainly can’t.”
“Mr President,” Mohinder begs, squirming as cold fingers prepare him. “Please...”
“It’s fun when he begs isn’t it?” Nathan says, to Matt. “Do you make him beg, hmm? You should take him home and let him beg while you have the others fuck him.” Nathan pinches Mohinder’s waist, hard enough to bruise. “Maybe I’ll come and watch.”
“I’m going to... to black out...”
Matt’s nails bite into Mohinder’s thighs as he enters him, rough and fast.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” Mohinder moans. “Hurts... hurts...”
As Matt fucks Mohinder hard, over and over, Nathan smiles widely.
Mohinder is curled up on a sofa as Matt and Nathan talk. He flinches and looks up when Matt gently touches his cheek.
“We’re going, pet. Come on.”
“Can I go home?” Mohinder asks quietly as he stands up. “I’m not feeling very well.”
Matt brushes a curl behind Mohinder’s ear. “Not thinking of running away, hmm?”
“You’d catch me.”
“I would,” Matt agrees. “I have things to do and an informant to speak to, so you go home. Tomorrow we can go shopping.”
“Shopping?” Mohinder asks, tensing.
“For your clothes.” Matt tips up Mohinder’s face. “Dressing up is fun, don’t you think?”
“Mohinder,” Nathan calls.
“Yes?” Mohinder ask shortly.
Nathan strolls over and smiles at him. “I’ve been giving it a lot of thought and I’ve decided that it would best if your department moved under the auspices of Homeland Security. You’ll be reporting to Parkman from now on.”
Elle licks her lips as she reads the letter. “Does Doctor Suresh know about this?” she asks, watching Matt wandering around the lab.
“Oh yes, President Petrelli told him personally,” Charlie says, smiling sweetly.
“Nice for some,” Elle says sourly. “But I still work for Doctor Suresh, right?”
“Absolutely,” Charlie says soothingly. “You work for Doctor Suresh and he works for Mr Parkman.”
“So tense,” Matt remarks, moving behind Elle. He unbuttons her blouse and takes it off. “You need to relax.”
She looks up at him. “See, the last time I was alone with you two I ended up with a bust blood vessel in my eye, carpet burns all down my back, and I couldn’t walk straight for a week.”
“Good news,” Charlie says tapping the floor with her shoe. “No carpet.”
Matt takes off her bra, then unbuttons her jeans and is out to tug them down when she pulls away. “Bad news I have... work and... and stuff...” she says, grabbing futilely for her bra.
Charlie shakes her head and opens the case she’s carrying as Matt prowls after Elle.
“You keep this up and I’m going to think you don’t love me anymore,” Matt says sadly.
“Aww, you know I heart you guys.” She looks over at the things that Charlie is getting out of the case. “But I’m trying to be a good girl these days. Work hard, keep my head down, I hardly ever incinerate people anymore!”
“Oh, Mr Parkman wants you to work hard,” Charlie agrees.
“Work hard, get fucked hard?” Elle asks.
“Come here,” Matt says, holding out his hand.
Elle skulks closer and takes his hand. “You’re so bad for me.”
Matt pulls her to him and unbuttons her jeans.
Charlie holds up a red and black boned corset. “You are going to look so darn cute in this.”
“That is pretty sweet,” Elle admits as Matt undresses her. “Do I get to go on top this time?”
“That’s not what you’re for,” Matt says, pawing her breasts. “Mind your claws, kitten.” He pulls her arms behind her and straps them tightly together in a rubber sleeve. He takes the corset and wraps it around her, lacing it up at the back, and then turning her around.
“Elle, sweetie, I need you to take a really deep breath,” Charlie says, yanking the laces tight.
As Elle gasps Matt opens pushes an inflatable gag deep into her mouth and fastens the straps behind her head. He squeezes the bulb; inflating the gag until her cheeks bulge out.
“Pretty little kitten,” Matt says, biting her shoulder.
Elle moans and writhes as Charlie blindfolds her and tucks an ear plug into either ear. Matt picks her up over his shoulder and carries her out of the lab.
Charlie tidies up quickly and hurries after them.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
“Good boy, there’s a good boy! Doctor Suresh, a word please?”
“Please tell me that you’re taking him with you?”
“Honestly Mohinder, you’re the least accommodating host I ever met. Having a pet is supposed to be good for a person’s emotional and physical health. Aren’t you enjoying having someone to lavish affection on?”
“I’m not... affectionate. When are you taking him?”
“Well that’s disappointing, especially as I thought you boys were getting on so well. Matt’s certainly affectionate.”
“Nathan, please! When are you taking him?”
“Relax Mohinder, I’m taking him now. He’s talking, dressing himself, he’ll be useful in no time.”
“Useful?”
“Oh I have big plans for Matt.”
Matt strokes a hand over Elle’s bare bottom and then slaps it, hard.
“I think perhaps it’s more fun when I can hear her moan,” he says idly, slapping her again and watching the skin redden.
“If you loosen the restraints she could probably struggle some,” Charlie suggests.
“Hmm, next time.” Matt ducks his head down and bites Elle’s inner thigh deeply. “No time left to play. You going to be okay?” he asks Charlie.
“Oh sure,” she says, playing with Elle’s hair. “We’re going to have some girl time. I have a couple of attachments for the strap-on.”
“Good girl.”
“If President Petrelli asks, where shall I say you are?”
“Going to talk to Puma. See what he knows about Peter’s intel.”
Charlie shakes her head. “Mr Parkman, you look like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards.” She redoes his tie, tucks his shirt in, and combs his hair with her fingers. “I let you go out like that and you will never let me hear the end of it.”
“Don’t play too hard, she needs to be able to work tomorrow,” Matt says, kissing her forehead.
“Yes Mr Parkman,” Charlie says meekly.
Matt sits down on the bench and opens his cup of coffee.
“You are late,” the Englishman says waspishly.
“Shut up.”
“I love you too.”
Matt leans back. “There’s a raid soon, with Nakamura?”
“Hello Adam, how are you? Oh I’m good thanks, how are you? Did you watch some miscellaneous sporting event perhaps? How about that episode of Ugly Betty?” Adam says bitterly. “You do realise that the basic currency of informing is some sort of relationship between the informer and the informed?”
“It’s not supposed to be a date,” Matt growls.
“No, but it does presuppose a great deal of trust on both sides,” Adam insists. “I can take my information elsewhere you know.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not going to do that,” Matt says with only a glimmer of uncertainty.
“Aren’t I?” Adam asks sharply.
“Adam...” Matt half reaches out but Adam snatches his hand away.
“Don’t touch me, I’m not one of your whores."
Matt sighs and crosses his legs. “That’s pretty obvious.”
“How are you enjoying Peter?” Adam snaps.
“I haven’t had him yet. He only just finished with his statement.” Matt shifts position. “He’s pretty pissy about you.”
Adam snorts and folds his arms. “Rather ironic since I had nothing to do with his capture.”
“You haven’t been that useful in a long time.”
“Don’t try to play me, Matt,” Adam says lightly. “I know you too well. You can’t make me roll over for you. I give you the fanatics, the psychotics, and only them.”
Matt takes a sip of his coffee. “Don’t use my name.”
“Someone should.” Adam looks at him. “They don’t, do they? Your little conquests. Little more than blow-up dolls to you aren’t they?”
“You want to show me how it should be done?”
“If you can’t remember then I need to brush up on my skills,” Adam says sourly.
“Or refresh my memory,” Matt suggests.
“Your pickup lines need work.”
“They were never very good,” Matt agrees.
“I remember.” Adam takes Matt’s coffee and has a sip. “But your sweet nature and enormous cock were quite sufficient for me.”
Matt laughs and shakes his head. “You’re terrible.”
“Didn’t stop you marrying me,” Adam says tartly. “Motel six, ten minutes.”
Chapter 2
Chapter 4
Rating: Hard 18
Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con sex, BDSM, humiliation, sexual violence. Dirty, pervy stuff.
Pairings: Matt/Mohinder, Matt/Nathan, Matt/Elle/Charlie
The cell walls, floor, and ceiling are matte white. There are no windows or furniture. Nothing but Peter, in a white paper suit, slumped against the wall.
Two guards, in white paper suits and padded shoes that make no sound, drag him from the room. He moans and babbles questions as he’s half carried into the interrogation room. He’s dropped into a chair and half slides out as the guards leave the room.
Matt pads in carrying a bottle of orange juice and a cheeseburger. Mohinder trails in after and stays back against the wall.
“Hi Peter,” Matt says quietly as he puts the coffee and sandwich down on the table in front of Peter. “How you doing?” He gently pulls Peter into a sitting position and then sits on the table.
Peter looks up at him silently.
“Here, you hungry?” Matt asks, picking up the cheeseburger. “You want a bite?”
He holds it to Peter’s mouth and Peter takes a tiny bite.
“That good?”
Peter nods and takes another bite. Mohinder folds his arms tightly and watches as Matt slowly feeds Peter the cheeseburger interspersed with sips of juice.
“There we go, here let me wipe that off for you. How do you feel?”
“Bit shaky,” Peter whispers.
“Can you stay upright for me? I tell you what, I’m going to put these straps on so you don’t slide off the chair while I get someone to give you something for the pain. I’ll just be five minutes.” Matt straps Peter’s arms and legs and stands up. “Doctor Suresh will keep an eye on you. I’ll only be a few minutes, okay?”
“What’re you doing?” Mohinder hisses. “Don’t leave me alone with him!”
“He’s strapped to the chair,” Matt says, pushing past him. “He’s barely even aware you’re here.”
Mohinder fidgets as the door closes. Peter is looking around slowly and vaguely as though not seeing anything around him.
“Peter?” Mohinder says quietly, stepping forward. “Are you... how are you feeling?”
“M’hinder?” Peter mutters.
“Shush, shush, it’s alright.” Mohinder fumbles in his pocket for his phone. “Just... just look up would you?”
“What’re you...”
“Nothing, nothing,” Mohinder says soothingly, moving closer to take another picture. He touches Peter’s face.
“Jesus!” Matt roars. He throws Mohinder up against the wall and the phone goes skittering across the floor. “Get out!” He orders, unstrapping Peter and accepting his desperate embrace. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I got you. I’ll look after you. Suresh, get out.”
“He set me up!” Mohinder snarls, stamping over to Charlie. “He knew I’d...”
Charlie doesn’t even look at him as she continues typing. “Knew you’d what, doctor?” she asks archly.
“He manipulated me!” Mohinder slams a hand down on the desk.
“Really? Did he make you do something?” she asks, finally looking up. “Or did he just step back and let you make a decision you’re ashamed of?”
“I don’t like being used,” Mohinder protests weakly.
“You’re a government advisor,” Charlie points out. “Better get used to it.”
“What’s he got on you?”
“Hmm?”
“Parkman, what does he have on you?” Mohinder asks. “Did he catch you embezzling or did he break you in the interrogation suite?”
She sits back in her chair and looks up at him. “Neither, doctor. He took me out of an internment camp.”
“He was probably the one who put you in there,” Mohinder suggests sourly.
“No, I’ve seen the files. He was in your tender mercies when I was interned.”
Mohinder licks his lips. “What do you know about it?”
Charlie snorts and returns to her typing. “How would I know anything, Doctor? I’m just an assistant.”
“His assistant. I bet you have all sorts of access to all sorts of information, don’t you?”
“Like expunged arrest records?” she says sweetly, looking up at him. “Deleted records from the sexual offences register, that kind of thing?”
“That kind of thing,” Mohinder agrees, sourly. “When is he going to take this off?” he asks, showing her the heavy collar around his throat.
“Wow, that’s all kinds of ugly,” she laughs. She walks around the desk and sits down with her legs crossed. She gracefully pulls the skirt of her dress right up to show the delicate silver-coloured cuff around her thigh. “That’s mine, it’s platinum. Pretty, isn’t it?”
“I...” Mohinder trails off, gaping at her.
“He had it made specially,” she’s says brushing down her skirt. “A collar, like yours, is much more common. I like being unusual though.”
“Why didn’t he just brand you across the forehead and have done with it?” Mohinder snaps.
“Gee, Doctor Suresh. I’m not into pain,” she says moving back around the desk. “He doesn’t look to me for that. One of his pets is, one of the boys, damn what is his name? It’ll come to me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d be all for having Mr Parkman’s name branded on him.”
“Pets?”
“Sure, at home. I guess that’s where Peter will be going when he’s finished telling his life story.” Charlie turns on the kettle. “That’s what The President normally means when he says Mr Parkman can ‘have’ someone. Would you like a coffee?”
“Yes, please,” Mohinder says weakly, sinking down into the guest chair. “How many are there?”
“Pets? Well there was another girl but now there’s just the one; so three at the moment. The latest one he only got about a week ago and it’s all very hush-hush.” Charlie gets milk out of a concealed fridge. “Luke! That’s his name. Luke Campbell, he’s into pain. Mind you he’d do anything Mr Parkman told him. He’s the most tame I guess. He does the food shopping online and he does the other housework.” She makes the coffee and opens up a jar of biscuits. “He calls very occasionally to ask about this or that. Help yourself to sugar.”
Mohinder takes the cup of coffee that she hands him. “What happened to the other girl? Did she escape?”
Charlie dunks a chocolate biscuit and sucks the chocolate off. “No, they never escape. Even they could they wouldn’t. They’re too broken to set foot out the door mostly. It’s horrible but it’s the only way.”
“Is that what’s going to happen to me?” he asks. “Imprisoned there, too broken to escape?”
“Oh golly no! Not unless you do something terrible!” She turns on the percolator and gets out a couple of cups. “They’re all former members of the resistance.”
“So what will happen?” he asks.
Charlie looks at him critically. “He’ll might take you home. He doesn’t see you ever day like he does me. But he won’t break you, he doesn’t have permission and besides if you mind your manners he won’t have to.” She takes a sip of her coffee. “It’s the others you have to careful of.”
“So what did happen to the other girl?” Mohinder asks suspiciously.
“She was hurt; Luke said it was an accident.” Charlie raises her eyebrows. “Well she won’t be contradicting him. She’s brain-dead but they’re keeping her on life support.”
“Dear god, what for?”
“Organ donation,” Charlie says with a shudder. “That bit is pretty creepy.”
“That bit?” Mohinder mutters, sipping his coffee.
“Peter, I know that it’s difficult but I need you to concentrate,” Matt says soothingly. “Where is Hiro based?”
Peter is curled up in the chair with his arms around his legs. He stares at Matt through the hair hanging over his eyes and swallows. “Can I...” he holds out his arms.
“When you answer the question, Peter,” Matt says gently. “When you answer all the questions I’m going to take you home. You can be safe and looked after as long as your answer the questions honestly.” He sits on the table in front of Peter and lets Peter lean against him.
“The Deveaux Building,” Peter says softly. “Isaac Mendez’s old loft.”
Matt strokes the back of his neck with his fingertips. “Will he be there now?”
“No, they have a mission soon.” Peter murmurs drowsily. “Always go underground before a mission.”
“Where’s the mission?”
“I don’t know. He doesn’t trust me. He says there’s a mole.” Peter looks up at Matt. “He’s going with the Washington group.”
Matt smiles at him. “Really? That’s good to know. You can go to sleep now.”
Peter smiles serenely and drops his head down onto the desk. Matt gestures at the guards and they carry him out bodily as Matt ducks down to pick up Mohinder’s phone. He skims through the photographs as he leaves the interrogation suite and goes back up to reception.
“I hope he’s not bothering you,” Matt says to Charlie, glancing up from Mohinder’s phone. “What are you still doing here?”
“I’m supposed to be getting samples and asking some questions!” Mohinder snarls, grabbing for his phone.
Matt easily moves the phone out of his reach. “Someone was misbehaving,” he smirks, walking behind the desk. “Had to throw him out of the room,” he confides to Charlie.
“Give me back my phone.”
“Are you giving me orders, vermin?” Matt growls.
“No, no, I...” Mohinder backs away, as Matt stalks towards him. He glances at Charlie mouthing something at him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.”
“Sir.”
Mohinder swallows. “Please don’t hurt me, Sir.”
Matt’s fingers tangle in Charlie’s hair and he pulls gently so that she’s looking up at him. “Did you tell him to say that?”
“Yes Mr Parkman,” she admits.
“Why?”
“Because he meant ‘I’m sorry’ but he was going to say something idiotic that would have made you angrier,” she says quietly.
Matt plays with her hair a little longer and then leans down to kiss her forehead. “Don’t help him, alright? I don’t want you all teaming up on me.”
“No, Mr Parkman.”
Matt lets go of her hair and throws the phone to Mohinder. “Sick fuck. Those could get you arrested.”
“It’s a disease,” Mohinder mutters. “I have a group meeting...”
Matt snorts and takes handcuffs out of his pocket. “Twelve steps is it?”
Mohinder glances at Charlie but she ignores him. He shoves his phone in his pocket. “Something like that.”
Matt twirls the cuffs around his finger. “Aww, no new chip for you.”
“Are those for me?” Mohinder asks, watching the cuffs spin.
“Oh yeah, you suit them.” Matt cuffs Mohinder’s hands in front of him. “Don’t want you falling over.” He walks away, clicking his fingers. “Heel.”
“I have a very special present for you, boy. Very special and very secret. You can keep a secret can’t you?”
“You know I can.”
“Do you want to see?”
“Yes daddy.”
“Say please.”
“Please.”
“It’s in the box. Why don’t you have a look?”
“Parkman! Parkman, get me out of here! This is me, you know this is me, help me!”
“Well, do you like your new plaything?”
“Very much daddy, thank you.”
“How do good boys say thank you?”
“Where are we going?” Mohinder asks, struggling to keep up.
“If I need you to know something I’ll tell you,” Matt says cheerfully, pausing to press the ‘call’ button on the elevator.
Mohinder leans against the wall. “Is this how it’s going to be now? You using and manipulating me and then expecting me to lick your boots?”
Matt looks him up and down. “I’m wearing shoes. You want to go and get some boots?”
“I meant metaphorically,” Mohinder says weakly.
Matt leans over him and Mohinder cringes back against the wall. “Pay attention, this is how it is; you’re not Charlie, you’re not even Luke. You’re vermin. If you’re obedient, useful, and sufficiently entertaining you can work your way up. Right now you get zero consideration.” Matt leans in, runs a hand along Mohinder’s stomach, and presses his lips to his ear. “But I can be nice. I can be very nice to what’s mine.”
There’s a ‘ding’ as the elevator arrives and Matt spins away to walk into it, leaving Mohinder scrambling in behind him.
“Do I have to keep this?” Mohinder asks, indicating the collar.
“If you deserve it, I might get you a nicer one in the future.”
“I don’t get a choice?”
Matt raises his eyebrows. “When I want you to make a decision, I’ll tell you what it is.”
Mohinder looks away and worries his lip. “Am I being punished for what I did to Peter? I did what you wanted.”
“You’re confusing ‘expectation’ with ‘desire’,” Matt says. “If you get caught assaulting someone you should expect consequences but it doesn’t mean you want them. I expected you to go for Peter, doesn’t mean I wanted it.” He lifts up Mohinder’s chin. “If you’re good you can play with Luke. He likes being tormented while he’s helpless and drugged up.”
“And if I’m not good?” Mohinder asks quietly.
“Be good.”
“No clever threat?”
Matt bites Mohinder’s throat hard enough to make Mohinder gasp in pain. “I don’t threaten toys. You’re not worth the breath.”
The elevator doors open and Matt stalks out with Mohinder stumbling behind, clutching his throat.
Nathan looks up and smiles coldly when they watch into his office.
“I wasn’t expecting you boys quite so soon.” He gets up and walks over to them.
“Peter broke,” Matt says.
“So quickly?” Nathan undoes Matt’s tie. “That’s very good. Does the good boy want to be petted, hmm?”
“Yes please daddy,” Matt says softly.
Nathan smiles at him and then looks at Mohinder. “You boys sorted out your differences I’m told?” he smirks at Mohinder’s cuffed hand, then pulls Mohinder’s shirt collar down suddenly and looks at the heavy leather collar. Mohinder tugs his head back automatically. “Who’s a generous boy?” Nathan coos to Matt. “Come over to the fireplace and get undressed.”
“I should...” Mohinder stutters.
“You should do as your owner tells you,” Nathan says sharply. “Matt hasn’t told you to leave.”
Mohinder silently follows them over to the fireplace and watches as Matt strips down. Nathan sits down and pats his lap.
“Good boy, lie down.”
“This is obscene,” Mohinder says quietly.
“Quiet!” Matt barks.
“Shush,” Nathan says softly. “You can punish him later. Lie down, there’s a good boy.”
Matt lies down with his head in Nathan’s lap and rubs against the caressing hand. He stares up into Nathan’s face watching his eyes intently. Nathan scratches Matt’s chest and stomach gently, smiling indulgently.
“You love your daddy, don’t you boy?”
Matt whines softly in affirmation and nods his head.
“Why don’t you show me how much you love me?” Nathan suggests.
Matt sits up and rolls onto all fours with his legs wide apart. Nathan takes a tube of lube from his pocket.
Mohinder looks around and shifts uncomfortably. “Do I have to be here?”
“Do I have to gag you?” Nathan asks, preparing Matt. “I’ve been neglecting you haven’t I boy, hmm?” he says to Matt. He kneels up behind Matt, pushes down his trousers and boxers, and enters him slowly. “Good boy, show the doctor how happy you are?”
Matt looks over at Mohinder with placid eyes. Mohinder looks away.
Matt yelps softly as Nathan grips his hair and increases his speed.
“Shush boy, good boy. Oh... oh, good. Good boy.”
Nathan kisses and strokes Matt’s back and then pulls out.
Matt stays where he is as Nathan stands up and cleans himself with a hand wipe before washing his hands in the small basin.
“Suresh, come here and clean him.”
Mohinder glowers as he grabs the box of wipes and cleans Matt off as best he can with his hands cuffed.
“Who’s a good boy?” Nathan says, stroking Matt’s hair. “A good boy deserves a special treat. Come here Suresh.”
Mohinder jerks at his name. “What? Oh god, now what?”
Nathan frowns at him. “There’s no need for blasphemy. Get up boy. Suresh, undress and bend over, grab your ankles. “Have you had him this way yet, hmm boy?”
Matt shakes his head silently.
“Well, you can now. Won’t that be fun?” He looks up at Mohinder. “Suresh, is there some reason you’re still upright and fully dressed?”
Mohinder holds up his cuffed hands silently.
Matt gets up and retrieves the key and another pair of handcuffs from his trousers. He undoes the cuffs and holds them loosely as Mohinder undresses.
“I’ll fall over,” Mohinder protests.
“You won’t let the pretty toy fall over, will you boy?” Nathan asks.
“No,” Matt says softly. He puts a hand on Mohinder’s neck and pushes him forward.
Mohinder leans over, wobbling slightly and touches his toes. Matt kneels down and cuffs one hand to the ankle it’s touching. Nathan walks forward and steadies Mohinder.
“This won’t work,” Mohinder pants painfully. “Let me up.”
“Think of it as extreme yoga,” Nathan laughs.
Matt moves to the other leg and cuffs that hand to the ankle.
“Please, please this is really uncomfortable.”
Matt stands up as Nathan walks around in front of Mohinder and steadies him.
“I’m sure Matt can take your mind off that.” Nathan hands Matt the lube.
“You’re going to watch?”
“Of course I am.” Nathan smiles as Matt tips lube onto his fingers. “It’s such a pleasure to watch a pet enjoy itself.”
“Nathan, please...”
“Tch, tch,” Nathan corrects. “I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to call me by my first name anymore. Matt can’t, so you certainly can’t.”
“Mr President,” Mohinder begs, squirming as cold fingers prepare him. “Please...”
“It’s fun when he begs isn’t it?” Nathan says, to Matt. “Do you make him beg, hmm? You should take him home and let him beg while you have the others fuck him.” Nathan pinches Mohinder’s waist, hard enough to bruise. “Maybe I’ll come and watch.”
“I’m going to... to black out...”
Matt’s nails bite into Mohinder’s thighs as he enters him, rough and fast.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” Mohinder moans. “Hurts... hurts...”
As Matt fucks Mohinder hard, over and over, Nathan smiles widely.
Mohinder is curled up on a sofa as Matt and Nathan talk. He flinches and looks up when Matt gently touches his cheek.
“We’re going, pet. Come on.”
“Can I go home?” Mohinder asks quietly as he stands up. “I’m not feeling very well.”
Matt brushes a curl behind Mohinder’s ear. “Not thinking of running away, hmm?”
“You’d catch me.”
“I would,” Matt agrees. “I have things to do and an informant to speak to, so you go home. Tomorrow we can go shopping.”
“Shopping?” Mohinder asks, tensing.
“For your clothes.” Matt tips up Mohinder’s face. “Dressing up is fun, don’t you think?”
“Mohinder,” Nathan calls.
“Yes?” Mohinder ask shortly.
Nathan strolls over and smiles at him. “I’ve been giving it a lot of thought and I’ve decided that it would best if your department moved under the auspices of Homeland Security. You’ll be reporting to Parkman from now on.”
Elle licks her lips as she reads the letter. “Does Doctor Suresh know about this?” she asks, watching Matt wandering around the lab.
“Oh yes, President Petrelli told him personally,” Charlie says, smiling sweetly.
“Nice for some,” Elle says sourly. “But I still work for Doctor Suresh, right?”
“Absolutely,” Charlie says soothingly. “You work for Doctor Suresh and he works for Mr Parkman.”
“So tense,” Matt remarks, moving behind Elle. He unbuttons her blouse and takes it off. “You need to relax.”
She looks up at him. “See, the last time I was alone with you two I ended up with a bust blood vessel in my eye, carpet burns all down my back, and I couldn’t walk straight for a week.”
“Good news,” Charlie says tapping the floor with her shoe. “No carpet.”
Matt takes off her bra, then unbuttons her jeans and is out to tug them down when she pulls away. “Bad news I have... work and... and stuff...” she says, grabbing futilely for her bra.
Charlie shakes her head and opens the case she’s carrying as Matt prowls after Elle.
“You keep this up and I’m going to think you don’t love me anymore,” Matt says sadly.
“Aww, you know I heart you guys.” She looks over at the things that Charlie is getting out of the case. “But I’m trying to be a good girl these days. Work hard, keep my head down, I hardly ever incinerate people anymore!”
“Oh, Mr Parkman wants you to work hard,” Charlie agrees.
“Work hard, get fucked hard?” Elle asks.
“Come here,” Matt says, holding out his hand.
Elle skulks closer and takes his hand. “You’re so bad for me.”
Matt pulls her to him and unbuttons her jeans.
Charlie holds up a red and black boned corset. “You are going to look so darn cute in this.”
“That is pretty sweet,” Elle admits as Matt undresses her. “Do I get to go on top this time?”
“That’s not what you’re for,” Matt says, pawing her breasts. “Mind your claws, kitten.” He pulls her arms behind her and straps them tightly together in a rubber sleeve. He takes the corset and wraps it around her, lacing it up at the back, and then turning her around.
“Elle, sweetie, I need you to take a really deep breath,” Charlie says, yanking the laces tight.
As Elle gasps Matt opens pushes an inflatable gag deep into her mouth and fastens the straps behind her head. He squeezes the bulb; inflating the gag until her cheeks bulge out.
“Pretty little kitten,” Matt says, biting her shoulder.
Elle moans and writhes as Charlie blindfolds her and tucks an ear plug into either ear. Matt picks her up over his shoulder and carries her out of the lab.
Charlie tidies up quickly and hurries after them.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
“Good boy, there’s a good boy! Doctor Suresh, a word please?”
“Please tell me that you’re taking him with you?”
“Honestly Mohinder, you’re the least accommodating host I ever met. Having a pet is supposed to be good for a person’s emotional and physical health. Aren’t you enjoying having someone to lavish affection on?”
“I’m not... affectionate. When are you taking him?”
“Well that’s disappointing, especially as I thought you boys were getting on so well. Matt’s certainly affectionate.”
“Nathan, please! When are you taking him?”
“Relax Mohinder, I’m taking him now. He’s talking, dressing himself, he’ll be useful in no time.”
“Useful?”
“Oh I have big plans for Matt.”
Matt strokes a hand over Elle’s bare bottom and then slaps it, hard.
“I think perhaps it’s more fun when I can hear her moan,” he says idly, slapping her again and watching the skin redden.
“If you loosen the restraints she could probably struggle some,” Charlie suggests.
“Hmm, next time.” Matt ducks his head down and bites Elle’s inner thigh deeply. “No time left to play. You going to be okay?” he asks Charlie.
“Oh sure,” she says, playing with Elle’s hair. “We’re going to have some girl time. I have a couple of attachments for the strap-on.”
“Good girl.”
“If President Petrelli asks, where shall I say you are?”
“Going to talk to Puma. See what he knows about Peter’s intel.”
Charlie shakes her head. “Mr Parkman, you look like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards.” She redoes his tie, tucks his shirt in, and combs his hair with her fingers. “I let you go out like that and you will never let me hear the end of it.”
“Don’t play too hard, she needs to be able to work tomorrow,” Matt says, kissing her forehead.
“Yes Mr Parkman,” Charlie says meekly.
Matt sits down on the bench and opens his cup of coffee.
“You are late,” the Englishman says waspishly.
“Shut up.”
“I love you too.”
Matt leans back. “There’s a raid soon, with Nakamura?”
“Hello Adam, how are you? Oh I’m good thanks, how are you? Did you watch some miscellaneous sporting event perhaps? How about that episode of Ugly Betty?” Adam says bitterly. “You do realise that the basic currency of informing is some sort of relationship between the informer and the informed?”
“It’s not supposed to be a date,” Matt growls.
“No, but it does presuppose a great deal of trust on both sides,” Adam insists. “I can take my information elsewhere you know.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not going to do that,” Matt says with only a glimmer of uncertainty.
“Aren’t I?” Adam asks sharply.
“Adam...” Matt half reaches out but Adam snatches his hand away.
“Don’t touch me, I’m not one of your whores."
Matt sighs and crosses his legs. “That’s pretty obvious.”
“How are you enjoying Peter?” Adam snaps.
“I haven’t had him yet. He only just finished with his statement.” Matt shifts position. “He’s pretty pissy about you.”
Adam snorts and folds his arms. “Rather ironic since I had nothing to do with his capture.”
“You haven’t been that useful in a long time.”
“Don’t try to play me, Matt,” Adam says lightly. “I know you too well. You can’t make me roll over for you. I give you the fanatics, the psychotics, and only them.”
Matt takes a sip of his coffee. “Don’t use my name.”
“Someone should.” Adam looks at him. “They don’t, do they? Your little conquests. Little more than blow-up dolls to you aren’t they?”
“You want to show me how it should be done?”
“If you can’t remember then I need to brush up on my skills,” Adam says sourly.
“Or refresh my memory,” Matt suggests.
“Your pickup lines need work.”
“They were never very good,” Matt agrees.
“I remember.” Adam takes Matt’s coffee and has a sip. “But your sweet nature and enormous cock were quite sufficient for me.”
Matt laughs and shakes his head. “You’re terrible.”
“Didn’t stop you marrying me,” Adam says tartly. “Motel six, ten minutes.”
Chapter 2
Chapter 4
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Date: 2009-07-25 12:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-25 06:41 am (UTC)Another Adam fan, excellent :) Lots of Adam in the next chapter.
Thanks so much for reading and commenting <333
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Date: 2009-07-25 03:51 am (UTC)AND I LOVE IT. I'm so in love with dom!Matt and his scary/sexy banging of everyone he encounters. Creepiest of all is the way he totally rolls over for the president without any sort of attempt at topping him...but then the bit at end with Adam really got me. At first I was just amused with the banter but then it was actually sad to realize Adam misses Matt's former 'sweet nature' and the revelation that they are/had been married. Damn!
Don't know why, I just particularly loved that surprise, maybe because it hints at Matt's past or maybe because it gives a different kind of depth to his relationship with Adam than any of the others--this is someone he loved. Anyway, I can't wait to see where it goes.
(edited to fix my lame italics issues)
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Date: 2009-07-25 06:49 am (UTC)AND I LOVE IT. I'm so in love with dom!Matt and his scary/sexy banging of everyone he encounters. Creepiest of all is the way he totally rolls over for the president without any sort of attempt at topping him...
And he actually dragged Mohinder with him to see the president with the express intention of being 'petted', hehe.
but then the bit at end with Adam really got me. At first I was just amused with the banter but then it was actually sad to realize Adam misses Matt's former 'sweet nature' and the revelation that they are/had been married. Damn!
I was wanting Adam as someone between Matt's 'pets' and the president, he can't dominate him but he won't be dominated either. For some reason once I got into writing the scene it got carried away with itself and 'surprise, married!' popped up. I hadn't been planning it but the more I thought about it the more I liked it :D
Thanks hon <333
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Date: 2009-07-25 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-25 06:51 am (UTC)Thanks hon <333
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Date: 2009-07-25 01:24 pm (UTC)I'm really loving this story! <3
I'm read this while in line for the Heroes panel, Hehe I feel so dirty XD
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Date: 2009-07-25 01:32 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you're enjoying it!
Oh that had a panel after all? Damn, why do I live in the wrong country :(
Have fun! <333
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Date: 2009-07-25 02:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-25 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-26 07:31 am (UTC)And then them binding Elle up, gagging her, and taking her away for girl-times with Charlie...a pairing I never even imagined, but hot damn!
This fic is delicious naughty heaven! When a fic starts to hit all my kinks, I end up reading lines more than once to take in everything...I was reading the lines of this one like four times in a row!
I epicly love this fic and it doesn't even have Sylar as a main character!!!!!! That is saying something...for me. :)
Please don't get a restraining order...I'll be good! *hops about anxiously waiting for next chapter*
cheers!!!!!
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Date: 2009-07-26 08:10 am (UTC)I epicly love this fic and it doesn't even have Sylar as a main character!!!!!! That is saying something...for me. :)
I don't write a lot of Sylar, but he has a tendency to turn up like a bad penny...
Thanks so much! <333