FIC: "The Whisper and the Shout," Helen/Will/Tesla, Sanctuary, NC17
Title: The Whisper and the Shout
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Helen/Will/Tesla
Word Count: 2,272
Category: PWP
Spoilers: Firewall, Trail of Blood
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Perhaps some non-consent, but it's all agreeable.
Author's Notes: Title is from the Iron & Wine song "Your Fake Name is Good Enough for Me."
Summary: Will has nightly visitors.
The first time she came, she was simply checking up on him. He'd had a hard few weeks - a hard few years actually - and she wouldn't trust the security cameras to tell the entire story. He woke when he heard the door open, but he remained still. The blankets were gathered around his waist, leaving his chest bare. He heard her cross the room and saw a dim light of some kind - a lantern? A candle? - as she neared his bedside.
"Will?"
Her hand brushed his forehead, a tender touch that moved from his hairline down to his cheek. The caress was so unexpected, so intimate, that Will felt the stirrings of arousal beginning. He prayed she would either leave soon, or not notice. She watched him a few more seconds, her perfume doing nothing to alleviate the state he was in, and then she bent down and gave him a gentle kiss on the temple.
When she was gone, Will pushed his blankets and boxers aside. His cock fell against the palm of his hand, his eyes still closed as he began to stroke with the scent of her still lingering in the air.
It was a few weeks later before he received his second late-night visitor. This one was entirely unexpected, moving silently from the door to the bedside before Will was entirely awake and aware of someone in his room. He was lying on his side this time, one arm tucked under the pillow when he became aware of being watched. He didn't react, but he remained perfectly still as the blankets were drawn down his body. He was wearing his shorts again and nothing else, and he could feel his guest's eyes running down his body.
The smell of the man was weak pine and body odor; not unattractive, but natural and manly. Will wanted to roll onto his back and give a full show, lay himself out to the obviously hungry gaze of the other man. He'd never been with a man sexually, but the appeal was definitely there. To be watched so hungrily that he could feel the eyes on him was highly intoxicating. There was a sigh, and any doubts as to the visitor's identity were dispelled. The blanket was lifted back into place and Tesla left as quietly as he'd appeared.
Nights later, he heard the lock click and rolled onto his side. He pushed the blankets down quickly and, at the last moment, pushed his underwear down as well. He rolled his hips and let his cock rest against one thigh as soft footsteps crossed the room. He kept his eyes open this time, watching as Helen approached. Her sleeping robe was untied, hanging open to reveal her champagne-colored slip. It was cut low enough to hint at her cleavage, the shimmering material shifting against the curves of her body as she moved.
She gasped quietly when she saw he was nude, the light from her candle wavering as she fought the urge to simply turn and run. She took a step forward and the light from her lantern reached his face. She saw that his eyes were open and her own eyes widened. "Will..."
"It's okay." He pushed himself up and Helen averted her eyes. "I was awake last time, too. I just didn't want you to think... I wanted you to know that it was okay."
"No. It's not. I apologize, Will..." She turned and left the room, taking the light with her and casting the bedroom back into darkness.
Will started sleeping in the nude after that, hoping that Helen would chance upon him while asleep and feel more comfortable ogling him. He wanted her to do as she wished, fantasized about her sliding into bed with him. He wanted to be naked and feel the silky material of her gown sliding over his chest and hips, wanted her weight upon him as she reached down and guided his cock toward her entrance.
He was on his back, legs tangled in the blankets, stroking himself slowly to orgasm. He was half asleep, already drifting between wakefulness and dreams, when he felt another hand close around his. He jerked in surprise and looked up to see Nikola Tesla bent over the bed like some specter from a Poe story. His face seemed to glow even in the darkness, his eyes swimming in shadow. Will dropped his hand to the mattress and pushed himself up on his elbows, watching as Tesla's hand moved against him.
"I may not be a vampire anymore," Tesla said, "but I can tell when someone is playing possum."
Tesla remained standing, and Will remained in his supine position, eyes closed as Tesla stroked his erection. Neither man spoke, but Will made quiet sounds of pleasure when Tesla's other hand closed around his balls and squeezed. He brushed his thumb over the head of Will's cock and extended one long, slender middle finger between Will's cheeks.
Will arched his back and came, staining Tesla's palm and spilling across his fingers. Will sagged back onto the mattress with a rough exhalation, ran his hand through his hair, and Tesla was gone by the time he opened his eyes again.
A few nights later, he woke to find them both in his room. They were standing a few feet apart, communicating in gestures and facial expressions. Spending a century together had given them a sort of shorthand that he couldn't hope to decipher. He sat up, and the two of them fell "silent" and turned to look at him. He was still naked, the blankets piled in his lap to disguise the fact for the moment. Tesla was closer, and Helen looked like she was about to flee from the room.
She was still in her robe and nightgown, the light of her candle making it look like the material was shimmering with a life of its own. Tesla was in trousers and a dress shirt that was untucked and unbuttoned at the collar. He stared at them and realized how similar they both were. They were both brilliant and ancient, at least by most standards. They were two sides of the same coin; Helen came to him out of concern, while Tesla was motivated by pure desire. Tesla screamed vengeance and Helen whispered mercy.
Tesla moved toward the bed, but Will kept his eyes locked on Helen. He didn't move as Tesla tugged the blanket away to reveal Will's naked lower body, his cock growing harder as it was exposed. Tesla took it in his hand again, kneeling on the edge of the mattress. He looked over his shoulder at the third member of their group.
"Come on, Helen, it's not like you to let me have all the fun."
Helen stepped closer and Will found it hard to catch his breath. She placed her candle on the nightstand and reached up with both hands to slide the robe off her shoulders. The thin straps of her nightgown revealed her shoulders and upper chest as the robe cascaded down her body. The material flapped as if it was trying to grab onto her again.
Tesla's grip was tight, but not too tight, his fingertips soft on the underside of his shaft. He used two fingers to tease the spot where the blunt head met the shaft, and Will groaned and balled his fists in the sheets. He leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes as the bed shifted, Helen's weight lowered carefully onto the side of the bed opposite Tesla.
He kept his eyes closed, and so he was surprised when he felt Helen's hair brush against his bare chest. A moment later, she placed a tender kiss to his nipple. She moved up toward his neck, her hair tickling him as she moved. She rested her hand on his abs, rubbing in gentle circles as Tesla continued to stroke him. Tesla brought his other hand into play, cupping Will's balls and gently massaging them as Helen placed a line of kisses along Will's chest. She leaned across him to kiss the other nipple, taking it between her teeth before brushing her tongue across the hard bud.
Tesla released Will and reached up, taking Helen's hand from Will's stomach and guiding it lower. Helen whimpered, but allowed her fingers to be wrapped around his shaft. Tesla guided her movements at first, then let her go and moved up the bed. Will opened his eyes and watched as Tesla balanced on wide-spread knees to unfasten his trousers. He pulled the fly down and his cock - long, thick, hanging heavily through his fly. Tesla put one hand on the back of Will's head and pushed him down with a force that Will hardly expected... or needed.
As he took Tesla's cock into his mouth, Helen's soft lips touched the head of his own cock. He moaned and dug his heels into the mattress to prevent the urge to thrust himself deep into her mouth. She ran her fingers from the base to the head, keeping him in place as she pushed her head down. Her lips parted around him, tightly stroking him as he entered her mouth. He felt her tongue against him and mimicked the touch on Tesla's cock, the blunt head resting heavily on his tongue.
The bedroom filled with the quiet sound of lovemaking. The bedsprings croaked as Will and Tesla thrust their hips in an almost unconscious rhythm. The almost imperceptible sound of Helen's moans as she grew more confident in her fellatio. Her hand, soft and colder than he would have imagined, cupped his balls. Will tried to focus on Tesla's cock; it had been years since he had been with a man. He pulled back and swirled his tongue around the head, letting it fall from his mouth so he could kiss along its length.
Helen released him from her mouth and shifted on the mattress. It was just as he'd imagined, the brush of her nightclothes and her weight settling on his midsection. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Somehow the fact that he had yet to see her naked, that he had yet to see anything he hadn't already seen from her day-wear, only served to make the moment hotter. She reached under the hem of her gown and her fingers wrapped around him. A moment later, the blunt head of his cock brushed against her slick lips and they both moaned.
Where Helen moved gently, shifting her weight a little at a time as Will filled her, Tesla was rough. He placed his hands on the back of Will's head and began to thrust, filling his mouth with a series of animalistic grunts and growled eagerly for "More... more, more..."
Helen began a slow, steady rhythm with her hips, riding Will casually as she splayed her fingers on his stomach. Will put on hand on Tesla's hips to try and slow his thrusting, but he failed. Helen tightened around him, lifted herself almost entirely off his cock before sinking back down. Will let Tesla's cock fall from his mouth and turned to face forward, looking at Helen sitting astride him. The muscles of her legs were taut, her breasts pushed together by her arms, and he could see her nipples against the fabric. He closed his eyes and dropped his head, pressing it into the mattress as he felt his orgasm approaching.
"If madam would care for a taste, I think she had best assume the position."
Helen took Tesla's advice and lifted herself, sliding down Will's body. Will looked down at his erection, slick with Helen's juices, and forced his eyes to remain open as the head disappeared into her mouth. She stroked and sucked, her lips and tongue and fingers working in concert, and Tesla reached down to stroke Helen's hair with one hand while he stroked himself with the other.
Will came in Helen's mouth, her tongue pressing against the slit of his cock to gather it as quickly as it appeared. She moaned and swallowed, the vibrations against his sensitive flesh as she milked him dry. Will thought that he had reached the pinnacle of arousal, but suddenly Tesla's come spilled across his chest. He and Helen both watched as it landed in thick, ropey strands across Will's abdomen, glistening in the darkness.
Once Will's orgasm had ended, Helen released his cock and slid up his body. His cock pressed against the curve of her neck and shoulder as her tongue daintily licked up Tesla's come from Will's skin. She kissed his hips, his navel, and then slid up his body to kiss his nipples again. Tesla bent down to kiss the top of Helen's head and then turned to kiss Will's lips.
Will relished Helen's weight on him, her silk nightgown brushing wonderfully against the oversensitive flesh of his penis as she lay on top of him. Tesla stretched out beside them, stroking Helen's back with one hand while the other slid around the back of Will's head to curl in his hair. Will closed his eyes, relaxed against their mutual weight, and fell asleep as his breathing and Helen's slowed into a compatible rhythm.
A few nights later, Will didn't wake when the door opened or the soft footsteps crossed his room. He only became aware of his visitors when the blankets were pulled back and they climbed into bed on either side of him. And then he smiled in the darkness and pulled them both closer.
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Helen/Will/Tesla
Word Count: 2,272
Category: PWP
Spoilers: Firewall, Trail of Blood
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Perhaps some non-consent, but it's all agreeable.
Author's Notes: Title is from the Iron & Wine song "Your Fake Name is Good Enough for Me."
Summary: Will has nightly visitors.
The first time she came, she was simply checking up on him. He'd had a hard few weeks - a hard few years actually - and she wouldn't trust the security cameras to tell the entire story. He woke when he heard the door open, but he remained still. The blankets were gathered around his waist, leaving his chest bare. He heard her cross the room and saw a dim light of some kind - a lantern? A candle? - as she neared his bedside.
"Will?"
Her hand brushed his forehead, a tender touch that moved from his hairline down to his cheek. The caress was so unexpected, so intimate, that Will felt the stirrings of arousal beginning. He prayed she would either leave soon, or not notice. She watched him a few more seconds, her perfume doing nothing to alleviate the state he was in, and then she bent down and gave him a gentle kiss on the temple.
When she was gone, Will pushed his blankets and boxers aside. His cock fell against the palm of his hand, his eyes still closed as he began to stroke with the scent of her still lingering in the air.
It was a few weeks later before he received his second late-night visitor. This one was entirely unexpected, moving silently from the door to the bedside before Will was entirely awake and aware of someone in his room. He was lying on his side this time, one arm tucked under the pillow when he became aware of being watched. He didn't react, but he remained perfectly still as the blankets were drawn down his body. He was wearing his shorts again and nothing else, and he could feel his guest's eyes running down his body.
The smell of the man was weak pine and body odor; not unattractive, but natural and manly. Will wanted to roll onto his back and give a full show, lay himself out to the obviously hungry gaze of the other man. He'd never been with a man sexually, but the appeal was definitely there. To be watched so hungrily that he could feel the eyes on him was highly intoxicating. There was a sigh, and any doubts as to the visitor's identity were dispelled. The blanket was lifted back into place and Tesla left as quietly as he'd appeared.
Nights later, he heard the lock click and rolled onto his side. He pushed the blankets down quickly and, at the last moment, pushed his underwear down as well. He rolled his hips and let his cock rest against one thigh as soft footsteps crossed the room. He kept his eyes open this time, watching as Helen approached. Her sleeping robe was untied, hanging open to reveal her champagne-colored slip. It was cut low enough to hint at her cleavage, the shimmering material shifting against the curves of her body as she moved.
She gasped quietly when she saw he was nude, the light from her candle wavering as she fought the urge to simply turn and run. She took a step forward and the light from her lantern reached his face. She saw that his eyes were open and her own eyes widened. "Will..."
"It's okay." He pushed himself up and Helen averted her eyes. "I was awake last time, too. I just didn't want you to think... I wanted you to know that it was okay."
"No. It's not. I apologize, Will..." She turned and left the room, taking the light with her and casting the bedroom back into darkness.
Will started sleeping in the nude after that, hoping that Helen would chance upon him while asleep and feel more comfortable ogling him. He wanted her to do as she wished, fantasized about her sliding into bed with him. He wanted to be naked and feel the silky material of her gown sliding over his chest and hips, wanted her weight upon him as she reached down and guided his cock toward her entrance.
He was on his back, legs tangled in the blankets, stroking himself slowly to orgasm. He was half asleep, already drifting between wakefulness and dreams, when he felt another hand close around his. He jerked in surprise and looked up to see Nikola Tesla bent over the bed like some specter from a Poe story. His face seemed to glow even in the darkness, his eyes swimming in shadow. Will dropped his hand to the mattress and pushed himself up on his elbows, watching as Tesla's hand moved against him.
"I may not be a vampire anymore," Tesla said, "but I can tell when someone is playing possum."
Tesla remained standing, and Will remained in his supine position, eyes closed as Tesla stroked his erection. Neither man spoke, but Will made quiet sounds of pleasure when Tesla's other hand closed around his balls and squeezed. He brushed his thumb over the head of Will's cock and extended one long, slender middle finger between Will's cheeks.
Will arched his back and came, staining Tesla's palm and spilling across his fingers. Will sagged back onto the mattress with a rough exhalation, ran his hand through his hair, and Tesla was gone by the time he opened his eyes again.
A few nights later, he woke to find them both in his room. They were standing a few feet apart, communicating in gestures and facial expressions. Spending a century together had given them a sort of shorthand that he couldn't hope to decipher. He sat up, and the two of them fell "silent" and turned to look at him. He was still naked, the blankets piled in his lap to disguise the fact for the moment. Tesla was closer, and Helen looked like she was about to flee from the room.
She was still in her robe and nightgown, the light of her candle making it look like the material was shimmering with a life of its own. Tesla was in trousers and a dress shirt that was untucked and unbuttoned at the collar. He stared at them and realized how similar they both were. They were both brilliant and ancient, at least by most standards. They were two sides of the same coin; Helen came to him out of concern, while Tesla was motivated by pure desire. Tesla screamed vengeance and Helen whispered mercy.
Tesla moved toward the bed, but Will kept his eyes locked on Helen. He didn't move as Tesla tugged the blanket away to reveal Will's naked lower body, his cock growing harder as it was exposed. Tesla took it in his hand again, kneeling on the edge of the mattress. He looked over his shoulder at the third member of their group.
"Come on, Helen, it's not like you to let me have all the fun."
Helen stepped closer and Will found it hard to catch his breath. She placed her candle on the nightstand and reached up with both hands to slide the robe off her shoulders. The thin straps of her nightgown revealed her shoulders and upper chest as the robe cascaded down her body. The material flapped as if it was trying to grab onto her again.
Tesla's grip was tight, but not too tight, his fingertips soft on the underside of his shaft. He used two fingers to tease the spot where the blunt head met the shaft, and Will groaned and balled his fists in the sheets. He leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes as the bed shifted, Helen's weight lowered carefully onto the side of the bed opposite Tesla.
He kept his eyes closed, and so he was surprised when he felt Helen's hair brush against his bare chest. A moment later, she placed a tender kiss to his nipple. She moved up toward his neck, her hair tickling him as she moved. She rested her hand on his abs, rubbing in gentle circles as Tesla continued to stroke him. Tesla brought his other hand into play, cupping Will's balls and gently massaging them as Helen placed a line of kisses along Will's chest. She leaned across him to kiss the other nipple, taking it between her teeth before brushing her tongue across the hard bud.
Tesla released Will and reached up, taking Helen's hand from Will's stomach and guiding it lower. Helen whimpered, but allowed her fingers to be wrapped around his shaft. Tesla guided her movements at first, then let her go and moved up the bed. Will opened his eyes and watched as Tesla balanced on wide-spread knees to unfasten his trousers. He pulled the fly down and his cock - long, thick, hanging heavily through his fly. Tesla put one hand on the back of Will's head and pushed him down with a force that Will hardly expected... or needed.
As he took Tesla's cock into his mouth, Helen's soft lips touched the head of his own cock. He moaned and dug his heels into the mattress to prevent the urge to thrust himself deep into her mouth. She ran her fingers from the base to the head, keeping him in place as she pushed her head down. Her lips parted around him, tightly stroking him as he entered her mouth. He felt her tongue against him and mimicked the touch on Tesla's cock, the blunt head resting heavily on his tongue.
The bedroom filled with the quiet sound of lovemaking. The bedsprings croaked as Will and Tesla thrust their hips in an almost unconscious rhythm. The almost imperceptible sound of Helen's moans as she grew more confident in her fellatio. Her hand, soft and colder than he would have imagined, cupped his balls. Will tried to focus on Tesla's cock; it had been years since he had been with a man. He pulled back and swirled his tongue around the head, letting it fall from his mouth so he could kiss along its length.
Helen released him from her mouth and shifted on the mattress. It was just as he'd imagined, the brush of her nightclothes and her weight settling on his midsection. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Somehow the fact that he had yet to see her naked, that he had yet to see anything he hadn't already seen from her day-wear, only served to make the moment hotter. She reached under the hem of her gown and her fingers wrapped around him. A moment later, the blunt head of his cock brushed against her slick lips and they both moaned.
Where Helen moved gently, shifting her weight a little at a time as Will filled her, Tesla was rough. He placed his hands on the back of Will's head and began to thrust, filling his mouth with a series of animalistic grunts and growled eagerly for "More... more, more..."
Helen began a slow, steady rhythm with her hips, riding Will casually as she splayed her fingers on his stomach. Will put on hand on Tesla's hips to try and slow his thrusting, but he failed. Helen tightened around him, lifted herself almost entirely off his cock before sinking back down. Will let Tesla's cock fall from his mouth and turned to face forward, looking at Helen sitting astride him. The muscles of her legs were taut, her breasts pushed together by her arms, and he could see her nipples against the fabric. He closed his eyes and dropped his head, pressing it into the mattress as he felt his orgasm approaching.
"If madam would care for a taste, I think she had best assume the position."
Helen took Tesla's advice and lifted herself, sliding down Will's body. Will looked down at his erection, slick with Helen's juices, and forced his eyes to remain open as the head disappeared into her mouth. She stroked and sucked, her lips and tongue and fingers working in concert, and Tesla reached down to stroke Helen's hair with one hand while he stroked himself with the other.
Will came in Helen's mouth, her tongue pressing against the slit of his cock to gather it as quickly as it appeared. She moaned and swallowed, the vibrations against his sensitive flesh as she milked him dry. Will thought that he had reached the pinnacle of arousal, but suddenly Tesla's come spilled across his chest. He and Helen both watched as it landed in thick, ropey strands across Will's abdomen, glistening in the darkness.
Once Will's orgasm had ended, Helen released his cock and slid up his body. His cock pressed against the curve of her neck and shoulder as her tongue daintily licked up Tesla's come from Will's skin. She kissed his hips, his navel, and then slid up his body to kiss his nipples again. Tesla bent down to kiss the top of Helen's head and then turned to kiss Will's lips.
Will relished Helen's weight on him, her silk nightgown brushing wonderfully against the oversensitive flesh of his penis as she lay on top of him. Tesla stretched out beside them, stroking Helen's back with one hand while the other slid around the back of Will's head to curl in his hair. Will closed his eyes, relaxed against their mutual weight, and fell asleep as his breathing and Helen's slowed into a compatible rhythm.
A few nights later, Will didn't wake when the door opened or the soft footsteps crossed his room. He only became aware of his visitors when the blankets were pulled back and they climbed into bed on either side of him. And then he smiled in the darkness and pulled them both closer.