[Fic] hegemony: Sword and Sheath
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Title: Sword and Sheath
Writer: hegemony |
hegemony
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Status of work: first of a two part series
Characters and/or pairings: Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Idris Elba
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]bdsm, leather culture
Length: 4800
Summary: Jeff likes things simple and has worked to get the respect he wants and the rhythm his life deserves. He's never met a New Guard Sir that he likes, either. So when a potential rival throws him for a loop, all he can do is sit back and watch as the night either turns into one hell of a mindfuck or the start of something new.
Reccer's notes: This fic is like the rarest flower: it explores the coming together of two doms against the rigid background of the leather scene, and it's smoking hot on top of that.
[Short excerpt]So even when they see each other in the club, even when Idris grins and points out an oversight on some anonymous Sub's skin like the sadistic little inside joke that it is, even when Jeff relinquishes his instrument, he never lets his heart go aflutter. Even when he watches closely for how those hands grip at the handle and how that accent gets into the sub's head and how he wears them down to the most basic of desires, Jeff never skips a beat.
As Idris looks him in the eye, flicking the handle around in his hand and presenting it the way a sheath presents a sword, Jeff does smile inwardly. He allows himself to feel a swell of affection and arousal. The ambiance of the club narrows down in that one second until it's just the two of them.
In those moments, Idris has him eating out of the palm of his hand. There's no sarcasm in that voice, no irony or wit as it shapes around 'Pleasure to serve.' No, it's doublespeak for 'have dinner with me tomorrow night, I'll make your favorite' or 'take me home and I'll suck your cock until you scream' or maybe it's 'i'd kneel for you and make you kneel for me, anywhere but here'.