Romances of Maury Parkman, Chapter 2: Giving to Get
A/N: Set in late September, maybe early October of 2010. For those who don't follow the various other media Heroes is published in, Eric Thompson from the show has a son named Eric Thompson, Jr. He is also an agent of the Company (or he was until the Company was disbanded - I haven't been able to figure out what happened to him after that in canon, so I've said they brought him back to the reformed Company in my AU). Eric Thompson the younger is the character mentioned in this chapter.
Maury found the room he was looking for and called Thompson out of the class he was leading for field agent training. He needed to understand what had happened with one of Thompson Jr.'s cases involving Micah Sanders and he needed a better understanding than he had gotten from the case file. He'd read over it three times and finally concluded Eric was hiding something. He hadn't called ahead to warn the man and he'd brought Michael Fitzgerald with him in case there was trouble.
Thompson looked at the blond man uneasily when he walked out into the hall. Maury shut the door behind Eric. He raised his brows and tilted his head, gesturing for Michael to hold him. "Cooperate with this, Eric. No one needs to get hurt."
The command worked enough for Michael to get both hands on the other man's arms, turning him to face Parkman, who stayed far enough away he couldn't be kicked. Thompson's face was furious, his lips tight and eyes narrow. He wasn't sure what this was about, but for one of the directors to pull him out of his class and have a goon restrain him wasn't a good sign.
"Don't fight me. I need to see your memories." The old man turned his head and shut his eyes as he pulled down the hastily erected defenses Eric had put up. He dug through until he found the topic he was looking for, then sifted the memories more carefully for details. He found what he wanted and withdrew.
Thompson snarled at him, but didn't speak. Maury had examined a less-than-complimentary period of one of his assignments where he'd taken things into his own hands, going much further than his orders had allowed. Embarrassingly, it had not turned out well, though he'd survived, at least.
Maury thought about what he'd found and said, "You need to fill out your reports more carefully. I'd prefer more fully and accurately, but if you're going to lie, you need to at least do a better job of it. If you do a lousy job and I catch it beforehand, I'm going to come after you to find out what really happened - just like now. If you lie on a case and it fucks me up because I don't figure it out in time, you better hope like hell it kills me, because if it doesn't, I'm coming for you. You'll be lucky if you have enough brain cells left afterwards to write your fucking name."
Thompson glared at him silently.
Parkman went on, "It's a hell of a lot easier just to tell the truth. No one reading these reports is a goody-two-shoe. We've all made our bones. Your father was not only tolerated in this company, but promoted, and you know what kind of man he was - the same kind of man you are. You don't have to hide what you are. You just have to keep it under control. He managed it. So can you." He nodded to Michael. "Let him go."
Thompson stepped away from Michael and exhaled, frankly surprised he was getting off so lightly. He'd been misrepresenting his reports for years now, going outside his orders… He curbed that thought, kicking himself mentally for thinking such a thing in front of a telepath.
"Go on. You have a class to teach." Maury waited until Thompson went back in the room, then walked off down the hall with Michael two steps behind. He paused and turned when he heard footsteps running up. Patty stopped about twenty feet from them, looking between the two hesitantly. Parkman waved at his companion. "Go wait at the car, Michael. I'll be out later."
She waited a moment while the blond bodybuilder left, then said, "He um… Mr. Thompson told us we could take an early lunch." She chewed on her lip. "I heard your voice when you called him out."
Maury looked her up and down. She looked like she was doing well. "How's the agent training going?" he asked conversationally.
She smiled and walked closer until there was only ten feet between them. "It's good. We spent this morning at the gun range and then for the rest of the day it's all law and police procedure - how to get away with assaulting and kidnapping people. I didn't think anyone could make that subject kind of boring, but..." She smiled thinly and her voice softened as she twisted her body back and forth wistfully. "I was really glad to hear you. It's been… what, three months?"
"About that," he said neutrally. He hadn't come here looking for her. It hadn't crossed his mind and neither had she, not for at least two of the three months since he'd last seen her. A knot of others walked by, heading out after Eric's early dismissal. In the distance Maury saw Eric choose to head off the other direction instead of walking down the hall towards him. He understood the man being peeved at the moment, but Maury didn't think he'd bear much of a grudge. He'd known Thompson and his son was just like him. As long as he didn't make his humiliation public, it would be swept aside.
She waited until they were alone, then halved the distance between them again. "Do you… um… do you want to go to lunch?" she asked hopefully.
"Not really." He could tell what she was up to and he was waiting for her to move on. He was too old for her and she was too dangerous for him. What they'd done before… well, it had certainly been enjoyable, but he couldn't expect to make a habit of it and she shouldn't. She needed to find someone her own age and so did he, assuming he found anyone at all. He didn't think there was anything left for him in life in that department. Given how shoddily he'd treated most of the women in his life, he didn't think there should be.
She knew nothing of 'should', though, but she definitely knew what she wanted. She smiled and stepped even closer, so she was only an arm's length away. "Do you want to do something else?"
His face twitched before he could stop it. She smiled more broadly at his reaction and offered, "The classroom's empty."
He sighed and shut his eyes. He almost wished he could say no. He ought to. This wasn't like that hooker in Vegas or that horny housewife he'd run into in Atlantic City. He knew Patricia. They had a history and unless he crapped out in the next few months (which was fairly likely, all things considered), they were going to work together in the future. He couldn't pay her to go away after they were done. Warping her mind to make her stay away from him was impractical. More to the point, he didn't want to do it. "Classroom's empty," he muttered.
She slid her hand into his and his eyes flew open at the uninvited contact. She met them and his expression was hard, but she didn't release him. They stood for a moment while she waited to see if he would push her away. He waffled, caught between responsibility and desire. When he didn't move, she projected, Let's go. Did you like what I did last time? I want that again. She hadn't forgotten how to reach out to his mind.
His expression softened and he moved forward with her. He'd be damned if he'd let her lead him down the hall like a little boy. What's one more time? he told himself.
She shut the door behind them and jammed it with a chair. Sit down, she urged him.
He put his hand on the back of another chair, but didn't sit immediately. Do you… Why do you want this so much?
She looked him squarely in the face and thought, Because it's good. No one else has ever done that to me. It's complete. It's in my head. No one's touching me. No one's raping me for real. It's just a fantasy. I want a fantasy. I don't want the reality of someone fucking me. You… She faltered, unwilling to project that she doubted his ability to perform. She knew he could climax, but she'd offered herself to him twice and he'd declined, each time satisfying her with his ability instead of his body. For all his power, he didn't threaten her. That he could have her in an instant and yet he'd never bothered made her feel safe with him.
He sat down slowly, shaking his head and sorting through her thoughts. As she had before, she felt it and she let him do it. It wasn't like she could resist him any better than Thompson had, but she made it easier by not trying.
After what had happened to her, actual sex had become a mechanical process for her, devoid of feeling. It was why she had no problem with giving herself to a man. It was like driving to the store with someone. She had no emotional investment in the act. With Maury, she'd blown him last time and he'd obediently enrolled her as a Company agent. (He grumbled to himself mentally, but it was true, no matter how much he told himself it hadn't changed anything. She was pretty, it had been good and he was human.) She didn't want as much from him this time - she just wanted him to pleasure her. The act itself was fantastic. It had every sensation of physically being with someone and none of the drawbacks or emotional numbness. She could relax and enjoy it.
She lowered herself between his knees and unbuttoned his pants. He asked her, How does giving me a blow job factor into your fantasy?
She smiled at him, not looking up. She tugged down his zipper. Would you have come down here if you didn't think you were going to get something out of it?
Mm. No.
She pulled his pants down with his assistance to free himself. She tugged the underwear out of the way and pulled out his flaccid organ. Well, there you go then. Gotta give to get, sometimes. She leaned down to lick his glans, lapping at it several times before sucking it into her mouth and kneading it with her tongue and lips. He tensed and put his head back, spreading his legs a little more. "Whoa! Wow." He huffed and gripped the edge of the seat. She's not wasting any time, that's for sure. She sucked and pulled at him, able to take all of him into her mouth at this point. He moaned as her lips caressed him and aroused him, teasing and stimulating. He let his eyes glaze over as he stiffened.
She brought up her right hand to grasp his shaft, pumping slowly as she worked his tip, applying a truly delicious amount of suction to him. His cheeks clenched and he put his hands to her head, wanting to grip her and steer. He'd had a couple women tell him they found that very annoying, for a man to take their head and move it for them, but something about the sensation of his dick inside a warm, soft and wet orifice begged for him to thrust into it. It was probably instinctive. His hips rocked him slowly in her mouth.
He stroked her hair fitfully and then chafed the top of his thighs. She reached up with her other hand and caught one of his, twining their fingers together. He looked down and she up. He jerked his gaze elsewhere, but he didn't pull his hand away. I'm getting emotionally involved, he thought. This is stupid - stupid, stupid, stupid! He took his other hand and fisted it into her hair, bobbing her on him more forcefully despite, or perhaps because, he thought she wouldn't like it. She didn't complain. She took her hand from his shaft and swallowed his entire length, letting him push it all into her. She had to turn her head and look away to take him that deep. He stole another glance at her to make sure she wasn't looking at him anymore. When she seemed comfortable, or at least willing, to keep up the pace and depth he'd urged her to, he took both his hands back to the edge of the chair.
She rubbed his thighs with her hands, raising herself up to get a better angle. She was deep-throating him more thoroughly than last time. He started groaning and grunting with every long draw on his organ she made. She went all the way up, sucking and swirling her tongue across him, then a breath or two and all the way back down to the back of her throat, where she bobbed a few times before repeating the process patiently and methodically. She slid her hands around behind him and rubbed at the small of his back. He reached up and touched her hair gently, on the cusp of coming. It was soft and silky. He pushed her down against himself when he finally came. She gagged, a little surprised, then swallowed as much as she could manage with him still in her mouth.
She sucked him clean as he lay back limply, twitching a little. He smiled when she was done. "Yeah… you're still real good," he said breathily.
"Mm," she said and put her head down on his thigh, her breath making his penis cool uncomfortably.
He reached down and pulled his underwear over himself. When she started to shift, he said, "Stay there. That's nice. Just… touching you. You touching me. I don't get that much." He touched her head softly, stirring her hair and caressing her ear lightly.
"I don't understand," she said softly. "You could have this from whoever you wanted."
He smiled a little. "Yeah, and I noticed Matt was only sleeping with one woman too."
Despite his request, she lifted her head to look at him. She blinked and rolled that around in her mind. He listened, having shut her out earlier for the act. She'd imagined that Matt just didn't want to have to explain his ability to other women. Several times he'd told her how her most attractive feature was that she wasn't afraid of him. He'd seemed desperately attached to that trait, though it was inconsequential to her. She still didn't follow why, if Maury wanted something like human contact, he didn't just tell people to be with him.
Parkman pushed her head back down against his thigh. Young people, he thought. It wasn't a fair characterization, since he'd run into people of all ages who thought that way. Certainly he had felt that way until he was nearly fifty years old, but he still thought of it as an immature mindset. It was Charles who had finally taught him to change his ways. He was the only telepath Maury knew who had a loving, well-adjusted life. He'd envied the black bastard. He still talked with him from time to time - the Dead Telepath Society.
Patty felt a pang of annoyance at being pushed down, but complied, wrapping her arms back around his hips and stroking the top of his buttocks. He petted her hair gently, finding an itchy spot at the base of her neck. He scratched it for her idly. She snuggled her head against his leg and wondered if there was something special about her that appealed to mind-readers.
"No, that's not it. I don't think I can really explain it." No matter what he told someone to do, there was always a difference between compulsion and free will. He couldn't control emotions, though he didn't know if he would if he could - not for intimacy. Some people wanted their partners to be willing and engaged and some didn't care. These days, he was one of the former. He hadn't always been that way. He pulled her up so she stood on her knees between his legs. He put his hands carefully on either side of her face. "It's a little easier if I have skin contact," he said to her questioning expression. "Are you ready for your turn?"
She nodded. "Is this hard for you?" she asked.
"No. Do you have anything specific you want?"
She smiled. "Surprise me."
He lifted his hand to run it through her hair, letting the other fall to her shoulder. For a moment she was puzzled at why he'd broken the skin contact he'd just mentioned, then she realized it was all part of the illusion. He smiled at her in confirmation of her thought. She moved her head back and forth and raised her right hand, looking at it. It felt real. It looked real - completely and entirely real. "This is all… in my head?"
He stroked her hair again and nodded. His fingers would never catch in tangle and her hair fell back into lovely, perfect waves after he'd touched it. "It's like a dream - a shared dream. You slept with Matt. You were in some of his dreams, weren't you?"
She nodded. It wasn't a good memory, even though Matt had tried his best to shield her. His dreams were generally bad - nightmarish visions of the future or drug-induced hallucinations. She hadn't appreciated being part of either. Maury grimaced. "Well… he's not a good example."
He reached down and began to pull her blouse off. For a moment, Patty crossed her arms and pulled away from him, sitting back on her heels. She regarded him steadily. He raised his brows. She was testing to see if she had any control here. She had very little while he was paying attention, as he was now, but there was nothing keeping him from letting her have her way. She pulled off her blouse herself and tossed it aside, then unfastened her bra. His smile widened. She had a lovely body - a little heavier than ideal, but here in their shared mind's eyes, it was perfected and her form was everything she wanted it to be. His eyes went back and forth slowly from one breast to the other. She giggled and came up on her knees again so he could reach her.
He put his hands on her shoulders first, then slid them down the outside of her arms. He cupped her elbows and leaned forward, shutting his eyes. He put his forehead against hers. She shut her eyes too after a moment. When he leaned away and she opened them, he was a different man. He was a professor of graphic design she'd had a class with that spring. She'd thought he was devastatingly handsome, yet to her frustration, he didn't date students. She grinned wickedly and leaned forward to kiss him. She suffered a moment of uncertainty - Maury had come in her mouth.
He took the initiative and pressed his mouth to hers, the bristles from her teacher's moustache ticklish and abrasive against her upper lip. You're not really kissing me, he thought to her. Don't worry about it. She opened her lips and his tongue slipped inside. He tasted like cinnamon gum. She vaguely remembered he'd been chewing some when she stayed after class to talk to him about an assignment… and ask him out. It was marvelous that Maury could find details like that. She pressed herself against him and kissed him more passionately.
His hands drifted inward to caress her breasts, weighing them, stroking the soft skin and kneading the pliable flesh. "Mmm," he said into her mouth, turning his head so he could plunge his darting tongue deeper within her. His fingers finally closed on her nipples and it was her turn to moan against him as he rolled the erect flesh between his fingertip and thumb. She shut her eyes and wrapped her hands behind his neck, rubbing over the nape of it and the short, shaved hair. She ran her hands higher into his dark, dense hair. She pressed forward into him, making it difficult for him to continue with teasing her nipples so he let one hand run down further and slip inside the waistband of her slacks.
There was a distant noise, an echo almost of the door opening and a respectful male voice asking, "Mr. Parkman? Oh!" She tried to turn to look, but she could feel a ghostly impression of Maury's hands on her face, trapping her attention. For a moment she was mortified that someone had walked in on this, but then she realized they'd see nothing but him holding her face and she fully clothed. She was only exposed to Maury, even if, perhaps, she was breathing a bit too hard and probably flushed with passion as well.
Even as her professor continued to kiss her and fondle her, she could hear, very separated from herself, as if from a great depth, Parkman's voice say, "No, come on in, Michael. You can help me reach a few places I don't have enough hands for." She could even feel his breath puff against her face as he spoke and thought she heard footsteps come up behind her. She ached to look. In the vision, her teacher kissed her more insistently as his hand found her clitoris. His fingers began to swirl gently across it.
She lost track of the alternate layers of reality, unable to focus as he evoked a wave of sensation from her with those slight touches. She had to break from the kiss to pant against him and make small mewls of pleasure. He dropped his other hand to her hip and pushed down her pants. She jerked slightly to feel a shadow of other hands, from behind her, accomplishing the action in reality - or what might have been reality. Her skin felt cool where it was newly exposed, whereas her top still felt comfortable, like it would if she were still truly clothed.
"Oh," she whimpered and panted against his shoulder as his fingers were relentless against her, making her so addled she couldn't bring herself together enough to do anything about the feeling of a hand between her legs from behind, slowly stroking her lips and finding her vagina. "Oh! Oh!" She bucked a little as a thick finger slid into her, probing and opening her. She spread her legs further, cooperating. It had to be the man Maury had shown up with. She was about to be fucked by a stranger. She couldn't even see him. He added another finger and she didn't care.
It might have been something Parkman was doing or maybe it was just the situation, but she was wild with lust. She bent forward and shuffled backwards, offering herself to the man behind her. Her professor kept his hand on the front of her sex, rubbing and teasing. She moaned against him as he lowered his mouth to her neck and nibbled at her, his moustache brushing across her skin.
She felt the other man's organ against her, rubbing back and forth across her opening. She realized he was lubricating himself because he was enormous. Again she tried to turn and look, but the man in front of her bit her firmly and suddenly, pulling her against him and holding her with one arm. The other hand changed pace, settling directly on her clit and rubbing it determinedly. She was so close she thought she might orgasm any moment. It was only the tension and anticipation of being filled by the man behind her that held her off.
She felt his hands on her hips as he began to press into her. He was huge against her opening, larger across than she was. She had no idea how she was to accommodate him, but no one was asking her. The mustached man moved up to her ear and sucked the edge of it, breathing on her. His free hand stroked up and down her back as if trying to sooth her while the pressure on her vagina mounted to almost unbearable levels. She whimpered.
The man stopped pressing himself fruitlessly against her and pulled back a little. He held his organ and stroked it up and down across her, wetting himself again with her fluids, and then pushed in as much as she could take. She cried out against it, not quite objecting as his flesh parted hers, finally widening her enough that he could enter. She panted and groaned, shaking with pleasure and a burning pain. Distantly she heard Parkman say, "Slower. Don't hurt her."
He pulled back and repeated the process a third time, working her first with what felt like all four thick fingers of his large hand. She wondered briefly if she'd be the same after this. She doubted it, but she wasn't about to stop it. The third time he pressed into her, he finally got his entire head within her and she heard him hiss with pleasure as she gasped. Parkman shushed him. The man started rocking back and forth, moving within her only a tiny amount but each motion sent racking waves of pleasure through her. She climaxed almost immediately, unable to hold off any longer. Her pussy couldn't possibly tighten around the enormous heft within it, but the muscles tensed and spasmed anyway.
She cried, not just crying out, but vocalizing continuously as he kept pushing into her, one inexorable inch at a time. He was long in addition to thick and she couldn't imagine she could take him entire within her. He was going to make her though and Maury was letting him. She couldn't fight it. She collapsed gradually into his lap, letting the other man hold her up by the hips.
"Well, as long as you're down there…" Parkman pushed down his underwear, or maybe it was her professor. She had no idea. There was no possible way she could form a coherent thought at the moment, not with the love sausage of doom still plowing its way into her snatch. Her teacher was hard and thick and he put the head of his manhood against her mouth, pushing her down firmly enough so she had to open and take him or lock her teeth against him. She let him in, but she couldn't think enough to suck him properly. It didn't matter. He turned her head and shoved his entire length into her, burying himself. She could smell his maleness strongly, but his organ didn't choke her or even trigger a gag. She guessed this much, at least, must be illusion.
The man behind her seemed all too real. She kept hovering on the edge of pain from his size and he was finally starting to move more freely within her, gripping her hips tightly and pulling her back and forth on himself. He still wasn't all the way in. After working her tirelessly for some time, the pain began to fade and pleasure took front stage. As if he sensed that, he finally pushed all the way inside her. She started to moan, then screamed, but she still had her mouth full of cock. All that happened was a strong vibration in her throat and a strangled noise that made her professor gasp with surprised gratification. She tried to struggle free but he put both hands on her head and held her there, forcing her to take it from both ends.
The other man had her hips and rocked in and out of her faster and more surely. She cried out with every thrust, each one was too much, but it only seemed to intensify the satisfaction the man in her mouth got out of her performance. Every movement from behind thrust his cock deeper in her throat. She didn't know if she could asphyxiate in an illusion, but it felt like she was dancing on the edge of passing out, though whether from pleasure or suffocation was anyone's guess.
She could feel her tortured sex building for another orgasm. She had no idea when this was going to end. It had gone on so long already. It felt like the man behind her was nearing his end and she was sure the man she was sucking was about to lose it. He was grunting madly and his fingers were curled into her hair, nails biting against her scalp. With a final jerk of his hips and a tug on her head he came within her, holding her to him so she couldn't even swallow properly. Sperm and drool overflowed from her mouth. Her eyes fluttered back in her head as her own orgasm began to shake her.
Feeling it, the man behind her began to use her roughly and she struggled to scream again as it felt like he would tear her insides apart. The final straw was when he shifted his hand around and thrust one meaty thumb into her ass, worming it in and flexing the digit inside of her. Her body quivered and surged around his shaft in a prolonged, intense climax. Unbearable, powerful waves ripped through her and didn't stop until the man inside her reached his own peak, slapping into her solidly and filling her with his seed. She shuddered and then sobbed from the intensity as she finally got her mouth free of the first man. She wasn't unhappy - she was dazed, shaking and stunned, her eyes out of focus.
The man before her put his hands on either side of her face and slowly drew her up. She panted and tried to focus on his handsome face. A ribbon of cum hung from her slack lips. It felt cold against her breast. When she finally managed to see him clearly, his features shifted and it was Maury Parkman. She smiled a little raggedly, still struggling to get her bearings. "Not done yet," he murmured and she felt the man behind her pull out in one very long pull, letting her know exactly how much had been within her.
Her eyes bugged and she tried to fall forward against her patron, but he held her away. All she could say, over and over, was "Ah! Ah! Ah!" with every breath. She felt her body slowly calm as she let Parkman hold her up. He did so with surprising ease.
He said softly, "And… once… more." There was another shift in perception and her shirt - all of her clothes - were back on. Her mouth did not taste so strongly of semen even if she was indeed drooling a little. Most important of all, she didn't feel like her female organs had been ruined. She turned weakly and looked behind her. Maury let her, putting a hand on her back to steady her. She still felt wobbly, though not as much as she had in the fantasy. There was no one there. The chair she'd jammed in front of the door was still in place.
"I wouldn't do that to you," he said quietly. "Not without asking, at least."
She swallowed and wiped her mouth, then turned back to him and buried her face against his neck in relief. She'd hoped it was fake, just part of the illusion, but she hadn't been sure. He put his arms around her lightly. She was over stimulated and perhaps overwrought, but she was immensely pleased with him. He smiled. "Guess I still know how to show a girl a good time."
"Oh God, Maury, you're the best! I don't ever want to be with anyone else."
He laughed and hoped like hell she was kidding. He knew she wasn't, not entirely. That scared him.
"I should have known," she said. "No one can be that big unless they're a porn star." She turned her head to lay it on his shoulder.
"Well… maybe I changed the dimensions a little bit," he said noncommittally. He'd been in Michael's head. He was confident that if anything, his portrayal had been conservative. The man couldn't have a woman unless she'd delivered vaginally and even then he had issues. It was actually a bit of a problem for him.
He turned and put his face against her hair, whispering very quietly, almost too quietly for her to hear, "Thank you for being nice to me."
"What?" She pulled up and away to look at him, brows pulling together.
He stood so quickly the chair scooted back. He turned away while he pulled up his pants and fastened them. "I've got somewhere I've got to be. You need to pull yourself together and get lunch." His voice was brusque and businesslike. "Thanks," he said casually, like she'd done nothing more for him than bring him coffee. He walked to the door and moved the chair out of the way. "Clean up," he said curtly and left without looking back.
She watched him go without speaking. She wasn't angry at how he'd left. She'd heard what he'd said. She'd heard the tone of voice he'd used for it and he'd never sounded so vulnerable.