Ficlet - You Will Enjoy the Abuse - M
Title: You Will Enjoy The Abuse
Character(s): James Lester, Philip Burton
Warnings: Strong suggestion of repeat dub-con
Rating: M (mature, sexual themes, BDSM themes)
Spoilers: Not so much for any plot, but unless you've seen 4x02 this won't make much sense. So, for all of season 4 that has currently aired in the UK.
Beta(s): Thanks to kerry_louise for looking over it!
Author's Notes: *koff* I'll be... over here... playing quietly... in the corner. Yes. Let's just say this was heavily inspired by someone (slashybits maybe?) saying Lester was Burton's bitch. Also, sorry it's so short. But it is a ficlet only! *g*
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine, will return... more or less intact. Opening (italicized) dialogue straight from Episode 4x02. Title and LJ cut lyrics from Enjoy the Abuse by Combichrist.
Summary: Philip Burton is the one in charge now, and James Lester would do well to remember that.
“Uh, Philip, I suppose given that Abby and Connor were formerly employed before the military rule came into force, technically they aren’t covered by it.”
“So they’re back in?” Why Matt is arguing for them, Lester doesn’t know.
“Legally, they were never out.”
“I mean, I take it you have no objection?” He looks at Burton, questioning.
~
He knows Burton won't like him getting his way - especially not in such a way that obviously contradicts Burton's own position. In front of Anderson, no less. But James will be damned if he lets himself be forced completely out of the game, no matter what happens after hours, behind closed doors.
As expected, Burton comes knocking that night. Or rather, he doesn't knock. He never knocks, just strides in as though he owns the place (though Lester checked, and his landlord and this building have no connection to Burton or Prospero at all), and expects James to fall to his knees. Some nights he does. Fighting takes energy, energy he hasn't had for some time. But Connor and Abby are back, and have brought with them a few rays of hope. So James rises from where he is seated on the sofa, the evening news playing in the background.
Their eyes meet and Burton's eyebrows rise. He leans back against the wall, arms folded and - damn him - smirking that smirk that gets James. Every. Damn. Time. But he refuses to capitulate, meets Burton stare for stare, his face carefully flat and devoid of expression. He isn't going to give in easily, not tonight. He was right, and Burton knows it.
Which means it will only be worse, more painful, harsher, when he finally does fold down onto his knees and bow his head. But that twisted, dark little voice inside him - that same one that tells him he deserves this, the one that plays this dangerous game of theirs (James isn't so sure it's still a game) with savage delight - that voice laughs and says 'Good'. James lifts his chin and squares his jaw. Burton's eyes narrow.
In the end, Burton has to speak, has to verbally order him into submission - the first time in many weeks. Usually all they need is silence. Tense, pregnant silence filled with unspoken rules. James can't quite bring himself to retort verbally - the memory of what happened the first few times he tried that is still burned sharp and clear into him, painful enough to make even the dark voice within cringe. When he finally does fall to his knees, Burton's hand threads through his hair and he leans down to whisper in James' ear.
"You've been bad, my Pet, very bad. Not listening to me... was not a good move."
And James hates himself for the way he shivers, the way his cock twitches as his blood flows south, the way his mouth is suddenly dry and he can't swallow. Because his Master is right, and he will be punished.
Character(s): James Lester, Philip Burton
Warnings: Strong suggestion of repeat dub-con
Rating: M (mature, sexual themes, BDSM themes)
Spoilers: Not so much for any plot, but unless you've seen 4x02 this won't make much sense. So, for all of season 4 that has currently aired in the UK.
Beta(s): Thanks to kerry_louise for looking over it!
Author's Notes: *koff* I'll be... over here... playing quietly... in the corner. Yes. Let's just say this was heavily inspired by someone (slashybits maybe?) saying Lester was Burton's bitch. Also, sorry it's so short. But it is a ficlet only! *g*
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine, will return... more or less intact. Opening (italicized) dialogue straight from Episode 4x02. Title and LJ cut lyrics from Enjoy the Abuse by Combichrist.
Summary: Philip Burton is the one in charge now, and James Lester would do well to remember that.
“Uh, Philip, I suppose given that Abby and Connor were formerly employed before the military rule came into force, technically they aren’t covered by it.”
“So they’re back in?” Why Matt is arguing for them, Lester doesn’t know.
“Legally, they were never out.”
“I mean, I take it you have no objection?” He looks at Burton, questioning.
~
He knows Burton won't like him getting his way - especially not in such a way that obviously contradicts Burton's own position. In front of Anderson, no less. But James will be damned if he lets himself be forced completely out of the game, no matter what happens after hours, behind closed doors.
As expected, Burton comes knocking that night. Or rather, he doesn't knock. He never knocks, just strides in as though he owns the place (though Lester checked, and his landlord and this building have no connection to Burton or Prospero at all), and expects James to fall to his knees. Some nights he does. Fighting takes energy, energy he hasn't had for some time. But Connor and Abby are back, and have brought with them a few rays of hope. So James rises from where he is seated on the sofa, the evening news playing in the background.
Their eyes meet and Burton's eyebrows rise. He leans back against the wall, arms folded and - damn him - smirking that smirk that gets James. Every. Damn. Time. But he refuses to capitulate, meets Burton stare for stare, his face carefully flat and devoid of expression. He isn't going to give in easily, not tonight. He was right, and Burton knows it.
Which means it will only be worse, more painful, harsher, when he finally does fold down onto his knees and bow his head. But that twisted, dark little voice inside him - that same one that tells him he deserves this, the one that plays this dangerous game of theirs (James isn't so sure it's still a game) with savage delight - that voice laughs and says 'Good'. James lifts his chin and squares his jaw. Burton's eyes narrow.
In the end, Burton has to speak, has to verbally order him into submission - the first time in many weeks. Usually all they need is silence. Tense, pregnant silence filled with unspoken rules. James can't quite bring himself to retort verbally - the memory of what happened the first few times he tried that is still burned sharp and clear into him, painful enough to make even the dark voice within cringe. When he finally does fall to his knees, Burton's hand threads through his hair and he leans down to whisper in James' ear.
"You've been bad, my Pet, very bad. Not listening to me... was not a good move."
And James hates himself for the way he shivers, the way his cock twitches as his blood flows south, the way his mouth is suddenly dry and he can't swallow. Because his Master is right, and he will be punished.