Cloud no. 9
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 prompt, and commenting on that with your fill.)
3) Try not to get too srs business. ( Read more... )
"Rather predictable, don't you think?" William said, when David pointed out what was required of him. "Though I'd have thought you were too liberal to make use of this particular perk of the job."
"I am a Tory," David reminded him. He was Prime Minister, too, with the right to take whichever of his ministers he chose to bed on the night of their appointment. Technically, by law and custom, William didn't even have the right to refuse.
"Of course you are. And if you want to waste your prime ministerial right on a meaningless show of dominance, be my guest. I'm sure the prettier members of your cabinet will thank me for your forebearance."
"I'm not doing this as a show of anything," David lied. William was a former leader. He stil held considerable loyalty among the back-benchers. This was necessary. "I'm merely claiming my due."
"If you say so, Prime Minister," William said. "Far be it from me to question our revered leader after he's just led us almost to election success."
"Then if you don't mind," David nodded down at his groin. His mouth. It would have to be his mouth, otherwise William was quite capable of keeping up his sarcastic commentary from start to finish.
William did his duty matter-of-factly, without a trace of distaste or enjoyment, and without much sign of interest. Not that David had expected much different from him.
"Word of advice," William said, grimacing as he levered himself up off his knees. "Do yourself a favour and don't try that with IDS. He'll probably bite."
"Thank you," David said, zipping himself up again. "I'll bear it in mind."
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One of the things about coalition was that you couldn't take for granted that Lib Dems knew the rules those in the main parties took for granted. There'd never been a reason to tell them, given that nobody had ever realistically expected them to get into power.
"You know what I'm asking, don't you, Nick?" David asked. He was seated at his desk, not having asked Nick to sit.
"I've heard the rumours, yes," Nick said warily. He'd paled somewhat but gave no other sign of being bothered by what was about to happen.
"Then you know what to do."
Nick hesistated. "I only did what I did for the good of my party. You know that."
"Of course I do," David said, but he did not smile. "Then you'll understand that I'm only doing this for the good of mine."
He saw Nick swallow and watched, more fascinated than he perhaps should be by the shift of his throat. "And ... if I don't?"
David did smile, urbanely, at that. "I think you'll find it's a whipping offence," he said.
3.
"Would you really?" Theresa May said, pinning him to the chair with her gaze. "I'm pleasantly surprised to discover that you're man enough."
He'd thought Theresa might have been trouble. That was why he'd chosen her, but she already seemed to have torn up the mental script that he'd prepared. "I would," he said. "You know your duty."
"I do indeed," she said, unipressed. "On your knees, Cameron."
David bridled. "I think you're forgetting just who's in charge here."
Theresa took a step towards him, looking down at him as though he were a disobedient dog. "Tradition dictates that you have the right to take whichever ministers you desire on the day of their appointment. It doesn't dictate that you get to determine how you take us. On. Your. Knees, slut, or I won't let you come."
She held his gaze for a moment, and he was the one who broke eye-contact first. He shuffled off his expensive office chair and onto his knees, his cock already stiff and aching in the confines of his suit trousers.
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"You want--that?" Danny Alexander backed away, eyes wide and horrified.
"Yes," David said impatiently. His new Chief Secretary seemed to be a little slow on the uptake.
"But that's--sick."
"It's tradition," David said impatiently.
"It's just wrong," Danny breathed. His hands were shaking, and David watched him wipe them on his trousers as if his palms were sweating. David held his gaze calmly until he broke. "Look. I don't. I don't know. I've--never been with a man before."
"Then I'll make it easy on you," David said, rising from his seat. "I'll take your arse instead of your mouth."
There were tears running down Danny's face before David had even penetrated him, the sobs he was choking back completely off-putting. Really, the whole business with David Laws was utterly without redeeming features.
5.
"You can't do this," Michael said, horrified. "You're demoting me. It's not right."
"It's still a ministerial appointment," David said, unimpressed (as he had been by so much of Gove's work since he'd taken office). "And I think you'll find I'm the one who makes the rules.
"Shouldn't it be enough that you've demoted me?" Gove said. "I thought we were friends, David."
"My friends," David said, rising to his feet, "don't try quite so hard to throw my government into disrepute."
He strode over to Gove, and placed a hand casually on his head and pushed, and, submitting as he'd known he would, Gove went obediently to his knees.
6.
"So let me see if I understand this correctly," David Laws said. "You have the right to," he hesitated, "have, er, sex with any of your ministers when you appoint them. It can only happen once, the minister has no right of refusal, and it does not therefore count as infidelity on either person's part."
"In essence, yes," David said, looking approvingly at the small, neat man standing before his desk.
"And you think that for some reason I am a suitable candidate for such--activities."
"Correct again," David said.
"Then you seem to be labouring under some kind of misapprehension--"
"I don't think I'm the one who's subject to misapprehension," David said over him. "This is my right."
"Prime Minister," Laws said, holding his gaze earnestly. "I have slept with exactly one person in my entire life. When the Telegraph called me, I could have stayed. I could have lied, and ended the relationship." Laws was looking through him, at something, David was sure, nobody else could see. His earnestness was making David feel distinctly uncomfortable. "I've worked towards this post for twenty-five years, and I threw it away, willingly, for him. Do you really think I won't do so again?"
"I've been to a lot of trouble," David pointed out, "to get you back into the Cabinet where you belong." A lot of that trouble, he knew, had been talking Laws into accepting it.
"Find another Education Secretary," Laws said softly. "One who'll--suck your cock."
David stared at him, willing him to back down. Laws stared back, undaunted. He'd been through the fire over his expenses; it seemed he'd come back stronger.
"As you were, Mr Laws," David said impatiently, mentally cursing the man. "And send in Crispin Blunt on your way out."
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You updated quicker than I thought you would! :D ♥ I can't help but feel incredibly sorry for poor Danny, and even Michael. *pets them* I suppose I feel a little for Nick too...
Bamfing DLaws makes me happy, even in early morning. Yeah. He'll punch you in the balls if you don't leave him alone Cameron. Yeah.
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One of the things about coalition was that you couldn't take for granted that Lib Dems knew the rules those in the main parties took for granted.
Now I have this really sad image of the Liberals secretly passing the knowledge of the hidden rites of Government down through the generations since 1918, in the forlorn hope that they will one day be in power again. Like the Marranos in Spain, only with droit de seigneur instead of Judaism.
Further comments:
Cameron's entitlement and total lack of human sympathy for the people he's raping comes through beautifully in his narration.
THERESA MAY.
DAVID MOTHERFUCKING LAWS, BITCHES!
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