Fic: The Game of You (Chuck/Dan, NC-17) Part b

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Title: The Game of You (part b)
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Characters/Pairings: Chuck/Dan, Blair
Rating: NC-17
Series: 2nd installment in the Game verse, Sequel to Damage Control, previous part here
Warning: dubious consent, semi-prostitution (as much of it as last time), strangulation (during sex)
Summary: Dan slowly adjusts to having Chuck in his life. Chuck doesn't handle it quite as well.
Word: 2091
Disclaimer: I don't in anyway own Gossip Girl.
A/N: Thank you to Author07 my beta reader. Also once again, Teri and novak_fan for their constructive criticisms. Also, the title is shamelessly stolen from Sandman Comics.


***

The sky was covered with silver clouds as rain dripped onto the city. Not loud and pouring, but soft and discreet, like the tears of a sorrowful lady.

It was here that Chuck finally does it, now in Serena’s room where Blair sits on the bed; head held high, regal on her throne of pillows; commanding even now as she lies decorated in red lace. It’s here that Chuck ends the twisted story of Chuck and Blair.

The shock’s clear on her face, too much for her to completely process and yet her eyes hardened almost automatically; features stilled; frozen in a desperate attempt to keep control. Her stillness engulfed the room. Chuck could feel it, sucking up the air. They were both suffocating.

He was the first to speak.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and Blair flinches. The words hurt, coming out of his mouth, the sincerity in them, more poisonous than any lie. When was the last time he said those words? Had he ever even meant it before? He doesn’t remember.

“Don’t.” They were the first words to come out of her. She hasn’t moved an inch. It was an order, and for once Chuck obeyed.

“So does this mean I’m finally free from you?” Voice still hard and yet broken now by the way she shook as she held back the tears. Only a single drop escaped, and it slowly dripped down her cheek like melting ice.

“I don’t know,” Chuck answers her. He was full of honesty today.

“Well good luck to whomever it is that’s caught your attention. She’s really going to need it.”

Chuck’s brows knotted. “A lot of people catch my attention, Blair.”

A sardonic smile slowly grew on her face, marring its doll-like perfection with a bitterness he could almost taste.

“Come on Chuck. Do you really think I can’t tell when you’re really into someone? I’m the last person you can hide from.”

The words were a double edged sword and Chuck can feel it, slicing into her the same time it did him. She was mistaken of course. Blair was the only person Chuck had ever fallen for, even if he never really told her.

She was the only one that captivated him; the only one worthy. Everyone else was a toy, a momentary distraction to be used until it’s lost its shine and then discarded. Dan Humphrey just happened to have a lot of shine in him. That’s all. It’ll fade soon enough.

Her eyes went wider at his silence, reading something on his face, a language only she seemed to be able to decipher. Whatever she read, it seemed to be amusing.

“You have no idea do you?” The laughter felt like sandpaper against his skin. “So typical.”

“There is no one else!” His voice darkens. Chuck Bass gets inside people, their bodies, their heads; he gets under their skin but he certainly doesn’t get “really into” them. A vision of Dan popped into his head again; completely uninvited. He feels heat inside him, an unsettling feeling in his stomach.

He slams the door on his way out. He doesn’t look back.

***

The thing about Dan Humphrey is that he always seems predictable, but he isn’t. He’s a lowly middle class nobody in a sea of princes and queens, yet he acts like he’s better than all of them. That’s really nothing special, there are thousands like him just in this district alone; Chuck’s seen them, even broken a few. Still, with Dan it’s different.

When Chuck bought Dan, he had expected arrogance in the beginning, followed by denial and self hatred. He expected something he could taunt and tease and break.

He expected something he could eventually train and control.

Dan was none of these things. Sure, there was arrogance, and then denial, self hatred and shame, but they don’t faze him, they don’t break him. Dan melted into Chuck so easily after that first night, and yet he doesn’t.

Every time they do it, hell, even when they weren’t doing it, Dan finds a new way to fight him, to turn the tables without ever outright defying him or breaking their agreement. Every time they were together Chuck wanted to know what he’d do next, how he would change the game.

It was never supposed to be like this, it was supposed to be about him changing Humphrey, molding and twisting him into something he can’t recognize, and maybe he did do just that, (he’d catch Dan sometimes, staring into a mirror, lost look on his face) but Dan wasn’t supposed to effect him too.

Dan was supposed to be the one that craved him; the one that begged and screamed and broke with need by his hands. Instead it was him that wanted, craved Humphrey’s touch, his body, the defiance that always came hand in hand with his submission. It was thrilling.

Addictive.

Chuck was never one to say no to addictive substances, but he thinks maybe this one really would be the ruin of him.

The first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one. The rest he’d just have to come up with himself.

***

Another night, another booty call.

Humphrey shows up outside his door, right on time as usual; scarf around his neck. He was smiling when he saw him, not with his mouth of course (because that would reveal too much too obviously) but with eyes.

That’s a mistake.

Dan Humphrey shouldn’t be smiling at all, not in front of him and most definitely not because of him; even if he does have the decency to hide it.

Before Dan could say anything, Chuck tugs him in, slams him against the wall. There’s a satisfying thump and short “ow!” before Chuck took his mouth. It was cold this time and tasted like chocolate.

Chuck wondered if Dan was deliberately eating sweet things before they meet, just so he could taste it in his mouth. He wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Dan was turning out to be quite the imaginative slut.

“Next time we do this, I’m so having a tuna sandwich,” Dan throws back cheekily; teasing smile on his face.

Chuck pushes his head back against the wall again, leaving his hand over the smart mouth as he pushed the scarf down and decorated Dan’s neck with teeth marks, all the while ripping Dan’s clothes off. He was good at multitasking that way.

By the time Chuck left Dan’s body, he was already panting, cheeks tinged red, pants tangling on the floor. His shirt was missing buttons and Chuck threw it away without looking. Only the dark blue scarf remained.

Chuck left his clothes on this time. Tie still done up, shirt still mostly tucked in. He made Dan take his dick out and prepare him. Chuck could tell he was trying not to seem too eager; they were both already hard by then. It wasn’t long before he had Humphrey’s bare back pressed against the wall again, this time with his dick buried so deep inside him he’s sure Dan’s not going to be sitting properly for the next week.

Dan’s making those noises again, breathless and needy; his head thrown back with a look of pain or pure ecstasy on his face. His naked body was rubbing against his clothes like it was starving for the touch of bare skin that was hidden away; his hands groping Chuck’s back for something to cling to; his ass clenching down on Chuck’s dick, wanting more.

Finally he manages to get a hold of Chuck’s body as he moves in and out of him. His eyes are focused now, staring directly into Chuck’s. Chuck could see his own dark ones staring back at him. He looked crazed and desperate.

This was how they do it. Dan fighting him, challenging him with his back against the wall, pinned there by his body and his dick. Chuck, urged on, staring right back at him, pushing into him as hard he could until one of them breaks.

But he can’t give in this time, can’t let Dan decide the game, can’t let him draw him into it. This has to stop. Control was something that was his, he shouldn’t be scrambling for it, shouldn’t give Dan the chance to have it. He has to just take it.

“You feel so good, Humphrey,” he whispers, hoarse in Dan’s ear, breaking the tension of their stare. “You know, I always thought it’d take longer to change you.”

Dan doesn’t stop writhing against him but there’s a movement, a small pause, a stiffening of his jaw. It signaled him on.

“You fell so easily. Turning into this.” He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust and smirks at Dan’s whimper. “I didn’t even have to push that hard. You almost did it all by yourself. Learnt all the tricks. Took everything I gave you and loved every bit of it.”

He puts a hand on Dan’s neck roughly; feeling the soft skin and the slight bumps of his mark on him. He presses his nail in and against himself, Dan made that noise again; body clenching even harder around him.

“I can’t believe how easy it was to make you want this,” his voice is low; dark and menacing now. “Make you hungry for this game, this sick, twisted game. You were so easy to corrupt, Daniel. I guess I was right about you all along.”

Dan was almost thrashing against Chuck now, his dick hard, red and rubbing against the silk of Chuck’s orange shirt, staining them. A breathless “I hate you” escaped Dan’s lips as his eyes squeezed shut but he couldn’t keep out the taunting voice anymore than he could the heat coursing through his body, ready to burst out; or the deep burn of shame and self hatred he tried to bury months ago.

Against his will, his arms tightened around the body drilling into him. He’s so close now it’s excruciating.

“Did you think you have any power in this Humphrey!?” Chuck’s shouting now, panting as he pushes in faster, harder, “Fucking yourself on my dick like this? Did you really think you have any effect on me or my life?! Did you think you have some control?”

They’re both at that precipice again. Seconds away from coming and Chuck presses his body in and wraps his hands tighter around Dan’s neck, gripping it, and then squeezes.

“You’re nothing, Humphrey! Nothing but a whore!” The words ring in Dan’s ears as his mouth gasps for air, his body spasm around Chuck, back arching against the wall. One hand comes up to grip Chuck’s, trying to pry it off even as the other still clings to him for support.

They both came, Chuck filling him inside as Dan explodes at him, ruining his shirt. His hand was still trying to pry off Chuck’s even as they weaken, the orgasm ripped from his body and the lack of oxygen causing too much strain on him. When it’s over, Chuck moves away and Dan collapses into a heap on the floor, coughing and gasping, too weak to move. His vision’s blurred around the edges and he’s seeing stars.

Chuck stares down at the naked mess at his feet. Dan’s covered in sweat and cum, chest heaving like it hurt to breathe. He’s shaking and Chuck notices that there are tears streaking down his face. His wet puppy dog eyes were pointed right at Chuck now, but he knew Dan wasn’t looking at him. The intense stare was gone, replaced with an eerie blankness.

The scarf still hung off his neck, dark against his alabaster skin, draping just underneath the finger marks that are starting to appear. His neck’s covered in marks now, even more than before. Chuck Bass was here, it tells them and for a split second Chuck was filled with the urge to hold Dan.

To put him back together again.

He pushed the urge away. He’s fully in control now. It’s what he wanted all along and if he gives in now, he may never have it back.

He grabs Dan’s clothes off the floor and throws them at him.

“I’m done with you tonight. Get out of here.”

He doesn’t look at Dan as he leaves; couldn’t bring himself to.

As the door clicks shut, Chuck tells himself again that Dan’s feelings don’t matter, and that he’s finally won.

And yet somehow, he doesn’t think he ever will.

Sequel here

Ok, this was split into 2 posts. Apparently, even though there's less words there's more paragraphs so it needed to be split :(

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