8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
David has always been the more confident of them, and the more accomplished. “Some of them are tricky customers,” David offers, by way of advice. “And some of them are lonely and just want you to pretend you’re enjoying it.”
“Do you think it’ll work?” He asks, quietly, and David just claps him on the back and gives him his ‘you can do it!’ smile, and says,
“Practice makes perfect.”
It’s the hard left first, and they want to punish him for failing to share the views of his father. His jaw aches, and his knees hurt, but they nod to each other when it’s over, and he gets a pat on the shoulder, and a ‘well done, lad’ for his troubles.
The soft left, ironically, are harder in all manner of uses of the word. Some of them are his former cabinet colleagues, and they express surprise, repeatedly, at how willing he is to accommodate the needs of those who are more critical of him.
There are some people he has to have one on one meetings with, and they differ, from wanting his fingers gentle against pale thighs, to wanting him bound and helpless on the floor, so they can draw dark bruises all over him. “I always knew you’d go far,” Gordon tells him, when he lets him put his shirt back on. “You let people think they’re getting what they want from you.”
And then there are some he sees en masse, so that he’s overwhelmed with the demands they put on him. “He loves it,” he hears somebody giggling, though he can’t tell who, because of the blindfold, “he’s gagging for it.”
“You’re trying to be all things to all men,” Diane tells him, breathless, as he works his fingers inside her at the speed she’s set for him, and he can’t deny it so he says nothing.
It must be worth it, he thinks, when he stands at the dispatch box with the party behind him. They talk seriously though, at Cabinet, of the prospect of coalition, next time round because of his growing popularity and all he can do is shake his head at the thought of all those people, and say,
“Not if I can help it.”
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No words. Literally, no words, for how angsty and twisted but moving and perfectly darkly fitting this fic is. Gordon's take on things, amazing. Dian'es observation- becasue, essentailly, that is what a politician is, these days..really hit true.
That last line? Near killed me. Brilliant. Thank you.
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(Yes, it's me again. xD)
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