A Pox On Your House

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Characters: Shark!Erik, Pilot Fish!Ben
Date&Time: December 25th, evening
Setting: Ben's absconded den  Erik's room 
Summary: Gesunteit; see also: alternatives to chicken soup.
Rating: Rish?
Status: Open to Cooler!Erik.

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"YOU ARE COMPLETELY RUINING CHRISTMAS," Ben shouted, kicking out in a vain defense against the ruthless and totally uncalled for goose down attack. Seriously, what the fuck. Were they fucking thirteen-year-old girls at a slumber party now? What sort of man attacked his prone lover so ruthlessly? The pillow boffed against his stomach like a padded missile and Ben narrowed his eyes, pointing a damning finger at Erik. "AND CHANUKKAH!" he roared. "AND FUCKING KWANZAA

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Well that was just fucking stupid. This was the most comfortable bed in the mansion and if Ben was meant to sleep on his own anyway, why wouldn't he simply stay here, save himself the effort of getting up and make Erik find someplace else to lay his arrogant, offensively handsome head? The threat carried the same logic as the old "you are in so much trouble, open this door right now" tactic. The Ben-shaped lump of covers snorted and shifted just a little, a raised middle finger peering out

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"If you dare to vandalise anything of mine, you won't like the punishment you receive when I take something from you - namely your privileges."

It was a low blow, a threat that was serious enough and damning enough not to be ignored if Ben valued anything.

To take away Ben's privileges was to take away Ben's access to Erik's room, to Erik's time, it was to deprive him - albeit temporarily - of any pleasures involving Erik, whilst simultaneously meaning that if he dared get them elsewhere, the punishment would be ten times worse for it.

Erik wasn't fair, not when so thoroughly pissed off, and he didn't play fair either. He played decidedly dirty. He had no qualms about cutting off his nose to spite the face right now, Christmas or not.

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Complete silence fell over the room, still but for the curls of evening wind that brushed in through the open window.

"You wouldn't dare," Ben hissed, struggling to sit up. He stared at Erik in horror, aghast that he would even suggest such a thing. Seriously? That was cockblocking of untold proportions. In all of history there had never been such a dastardly strategic maneuver and for a split second all the ailing (possibly dying?) young man could do was gape and tremble at the implications. The trembling also might have had something to do with the fact that he was courting a fever of 102 degrees while simultaneously inhabiting a sub-arctic room, but still. No privileges. With all the grace of a newborn foal, Ben wavered his way out of the bed and stalked towards Erik on shaky, clumsy legs. There was a furious cast to his leaking, pale face and as he neared, that damning finger was out again. Ben stabbed it in Erik's face. "You," he bellowed, "are the lovechild of the fucking Grinch and that motherfucker Scrooge

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It hadn't been at all what Erik had expected Ben to do, not even close really, and he went down in a somewhat surprised huff, tumbling down as Ben tackled him off his feet, his annoyance only growing to truly epic proportions.

He bit roughly at Ben's neck, more than certainly drawing blood, but it was the closest flesh to him and the damn boy deserved a little pain for this sheer bloody ridiculousness.

He thumped Ben in the side, hardly really even a punch it was so light, only hitting him hard enough to hopefully deter him and remove Ben from atop him.

He could toss him off, he could take hold of Ben's own electrical signature and throw him off more than easily, but he didn't, and had no intention to truly hurt his ailing lover. Apart from biting, it seemed, and a fair amount of swearing.

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It became apparent almost immediately that Ben hadn't really thought this through. The momentum of his initial lunge was enough to send both he and Erik crashing to the carpet in a cataclysmic tangle of limbs but once they arrived there, he was reminded of just how fucking exhausting physical grappling was. Making his limbs move in any sort of coordinated manner required so much effort, effort that he'd already expended by lying in bed doing his best imitation of a furnace. Indignation helped to fuel his endurance a little bit and Ben managed to snarl and batter at Erik's stupid shoulders for a few moments, hopefully with enough strength and precision to leave a collar of bruises that would spell out, "go to hell, you ass."

And then Erik bit him. Erik bit him.

"Ow!" Ben yelped, one hand flying up to clap over his throbbing neck. Panting and flushed, he stared down at Erik in disbelief. It was one thing to nip during a romp in bed but this was a damned fight. That wasn't allowed and it certainly wasn't sporting

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Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.

If Ben hadn't been sick and clearly dellusional, Erik would have stopped this fight immediately to berate him and box him about the ears for an entirely shoddy defense, let alone offense. Pinning his chest down? Really? Was that meant to do anything at all?

And did Ben honestly think that a threat was going to do anything other than incite Erik further?

So he swung a hand up, thumping the boy clean in the jaw and wrestling him over, manhandling him with sheer bloody force until Ben was on his back and pinned down with Erik's legs on either side of his hips, and his hands clasping Ben's upper arms in a tight vice.

He bent down to bite again, at the other side, giving Ben a delightful bloodied up sort of symmetry.

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Damn Erik. Damn him to hell. Did he have to be so infuriatingly deft all the time? Ben had scarcely had a the span of a few seconds to enjoy his seat of power before he was unceremoniously upended out of it, head snapping to the side as his jaw absorbed the impact from Erik's hand. The room tilted violently and Ben grunted as his back hit the floor with enough flat force to drive the air from his poor, aching lungs.

Held fast by the sharp pinion of Erik's knees and grip, Ben could do little but pant and try and struggle for a bit of leverage. His cheeks were coloured with an angry red shade of exertion, sweat lining his brow and upper lip as he shuddered and bucked and generally strained against the diabolical capture that was doing everything except giving him the simple back rub that he'd been after.

And then Erik bit him again, as if once wasn't enough. Ben hissed, his shoulders coming up off the floor as his back arched in response. Did having a fever make one's skin more sensitive? It must do, for there were actual tears

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"You want your back rubbed, is that it?!"

Erik snarled out, that whimpering sweet response to his rather too vicious biting doing more to encourage him than not.

Hands rough on Ben's shoulders, he twisted him around, flipping him over and tossing him to and fro like a sack of potatoes. He kept the boy pressed down, now face first against the floor, and dug his hands in with brutal force against Ben's back, giving him probably the deepest of all deep tissue massages ever imagined.

And of course, Erik being Erik, he never passed up the perfect opportunity to grind himself against that peachy firm arse, even if Ben was coughing and spluttering all over his goddamned floor.

There was nothing quite like a tussle or a fight to get Erik at least half hard, and he made no bones about demonstrating just how much he liked having Ben face first on the rug, even as his thumbs dug in with excessive depth into the boy's scapula.

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This was what dough felt like when it was being pummeled by a baker's fists in anticipation of being fired in an oven. The pain was staggering and as the dazed rattling that came from being whipped about like a rag doll gave way to the blunt pierce of Erik's hands digging into his tense muscles like they were trying to tear them apart, Ben howled. He jerked spasmodically, eyes wide with horror as he clawed at the carpet and tried to work his way out from under Erik. The escape attempt did nothing but angle his backside more firmly against the older man's groin, which was followed by an inadvertent thrust as Erik's knuckles drove into a particularly sensitive knot to the left of his spine, right where his lower back hollowed

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If there was one thing Erik was extremely good at, it was stopping when he was asked to.

Of course this never actually extended to enemies, opponents, or people he generally disliked - in those sorts of situations, Erik never stopped, not even a little, and in fact only used the word 'stop' as wonderful justification to continue in an amplified fashion any painful dreadful attentions he was dishing out.

But when someone he cared for told him to stop, and meant it, as Ben quite clearly seemed to, Erik complied.

He went as still as solid marble for a moment, everything on his part suddenly as silent as the grave, before he was leaning down to press a kiss to Ben's bloodied bite mark. "You can stay here for the night. I'll be elsewhere."

He flung the window shut with a thought, not wanting it to get too too cold, and began climbing off Ben.

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The concession was far more generous than he deserved (Ben certainly wouldn`t have surrendered his bedroom to an infected asshole, let alone one who`d seen fit to attack him) and he was pinned by the startlement of it, breathing heavily as the agony on his back ceased and was replaced by Erik being almost gentle. Ben made a soft noise of acceptance into the carpet and snuffled a bit, swallowing thickly as Erik`s lips landed on his neck affectionately.

Only when Erik made to get up did Ben realize what exactly that generosity entailed and he shook his head, realization dawning in a bitter rush. He rolled over quickly, reaching up to fist his hands in Erik`s shirt and yank him forcefully back down.

"I meant stop bludgeoning me," the boy whinged faintly. "Not stop stop

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"Believe it or not, it really isn't. You're far from your usual engaging self.

Get some rest, Ben, i'll check on you in the morning."

Erik's fingers brushed softly over the burn of the rug against the boy's cheek, tutting softly as such pale skin looked so roughened and angry red.

But really if anyone had deserved that, it was Ben, for being such a damnably aggravating little menace, and for doing his damndest to infect Erik with whatever he'd managed to pick up.

Well, he was infected enough already by Ben's germs, so he might as well let himself get even more unhygenically attacked by spores of whatever it was inside the boy.

He leaned in for a soft kiss to the lips, but only a momentary one, hauling Ben up with him to his feet and hoisting the boy's limp form up into his arms, carrying him back to bed.

Even Erik could have mercy from time to time.

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God, the humiliation of being carried like some whelp would have been enough to choke Ben if it hadn't also been simultaneously the most comfortable thing he'd experienced in the last few hours. His face burrowed against the lee of Erik's neck and Ben grumbled unintelligibly as they crossed the room, a token disgruntlement that didn't have any heart in it. That in and of itself was telling of just how poorly he felt, for Westwood was nothing if not eager to toss out a caustic bit of flippancy whenever the occasion arose (and sometimes when it didn't

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Erik fixed the boy with a particularly stern look. "Language." And that was the kind of foul language Erik could do without hearing, and especially being called.

"Ben, if you have even an ounce of dignity or self-respect, you'll accept my generosity and leave it be. Is it not enough that i've given you my bedroom?" Amongst other things, including his respect, his adoration, his exclusive sexual attention, a home, a life, a future... the list was truly completely endless.

Erik prised the boy's fingers from his turtleneck, his grip iron firm as he removed Ben from his person.

"Now, go to sleep before I knock you unconscious."

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"If I had an ounce of dignity or self-respect, I wouldn't have let you fuck me the weekend we met," Ben snapped, raising a triumphant fist. "Ha!"

Take that, metal-playing soulcrusher. There was nothing quite so frustrating as Erik when he was in a contrary mood. It was like he made a conscious decision to ruin Ben's life by being unnecessarily unreasonable and cruel, a decision which Ben didn't appreciate even when he wasn't struggling to keep his lungs from becoming bacteria-ridden tidepools