A perfect 10

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We might have travelled in time and are back to post number 2 or this is going to be the most porny post yet. No one knows. Or no one knew. Anyway:

Here are your guidelines, as usual.

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

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Fill: Integral, part 5a

[anonymous]

“You aren’t going to stay?” Tony asked as Gordon dressed himself, pulling his tie in a high knot. Gordon flattened his hair, his features set into a sullen expression.

“No.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised. You’re a bastard, you know that? I could easily say that you’re using me and it wouldn’t be far from the truth.” Tony raised a challenging eyebrow and picked at something between his incisors.

“I’m not the twisted man between us,” Gordon replied gruffly, “you need this and I give it to you. That’s all.” Tony sighed and slumped back into the sofa, fingers tracing circles across his bare chest. Gordon was so difficult, so impenetrable, both physically and metaphorically. He watched the older man as he pulled his black suit jacket on over his untucked shirt and unlocked the door, leaving without another word.

“Goodbye then,” Tony called bitterly, “I hate you.” It was no good. Gordon didn’t reply, and he could hear his footsteps echoing away in the corridor outside. He would probably return to his office and work solidly for the next six hours. Tony didn’t understand how Gordon did it - after sex, Tony always needed a drink and a nap before he could gather up the frayed ends of anything even slightly resembling concentration.

He traced the hand-shaped bruise on his thigh, wishing he could draw Gordon’s heat from his skin.

There was something about him that crawled beneath his skin like a sickness, something that kept Tony coming back, and yet loathing his addiction with every cry for more.

Cherie knew. She had been the only person Tony had told voluntarily, and she had little choice when it came to the matter. Learning grudgingly from Fiona, she came to accept that every damn person in here was a cheater or a cuckold, but satisfied herself with the knowledge that the Blair’s wedding bed was for them and nobody else. She hadn’t quite developed to the stage that she enjoyed watching her husband having sex with a third party, which was something about Fiona that she would never learn by osmosis. Tony was thankful to have a simple, loving relationship with Cherie, far from the tangled web of sex and hatred and power that he found himself drawn to more and more each day.

There was a knock at the door and before Tony could tell them to fuck off while he got changed, it swung open and Alastair walked in, followed closely by a resentful Peter, who was completely naked and scattered with fresh red bruises.

“Afternoon Tony,” Alastair said, letting the door close behind him. Tony’s head dropped back, lips pouting for a quick kiss. He was granted a peck, and Alastair slumped down next to him, dumping his coat over the arm of the sofa. He patted his clothed thigh, and Peter climbed into his lap, resting his hand on Tony’s crotch and letting his legs hang over the arm, swinging them like a child.

“It was Surrey today, wasn’t it?” Tony asked, fingers brushing hair from Peter’s eyes lazily. Alastair’s arm wrapped around Tony’s shoulders, and Tony let his head fall onto his spin doctor’s clothed shoulder.

“That’s right. It all went according to plan. I didn’t see anything improper. The officers and the Controller understood their roles. Cheeky cunt of a guard put us through a fucking metal detector on the way in though.”

“And?”

“Does it really matter? I was clear. It went mental for Peter, but he seemed to enjoy being frisked from the sounds he was making, so that wasn’t a problem we need to linger over.”

“Cheeky slut,” Tony said, chucking Peter below the chin. Peter bit his finger, sinking his teeth in deep enough to draw a cry of pain, “Ouch!” Peter smiled and turned his head in Tony’s naked lap, kissing the tip of his slackened cock.