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Rating : NC17
Pairing : Noah/Nathan
Word Count : 1364
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iluvbsbkevin who is Jonesing for some Noathan after ep 3.15, thanks to wonderful sylargrrrl
Bennett watched Nathan pacing, on display in the glass walled office while he talked on the phone. He didn't take calls these days, he only made them. There had never been a great deal of compassion in his eyes, but it was gone, another weakness cast off, like an illegitimate daughter, or a sibling who had too many thoughts.
Sometimes he thought Nathan only kept him around as a visual reminder of his ties to the past. God knows his experience wasn't particularly helpful anymore. He felt just like a part of the furniture, too expensive to lay off, too unpredictable to take any more responsibility.
Nathan paused and looked up at him, eyes burning through the glass. At once Bennett knew who he was talking to, and what was being said. Claire had been receiving messages for over a week from someone calling themselves 'Rebel'. Bennett knew it was happening, but why complicate anything? Claire was behaving, she was out of it. Nathan slammed down the phone and stormed out of the office, sweeping past him with a disrespectful flick of his finger, beckoning him to follow.
They walked along D corridor of Building 26, Nathan dressed in his usual grey and Bennett still looking slightly out of place in the all-black swat gear. The glasses and the greying in his ash blonde hair didn't quite fit with the action hero look. It just reminded him that he was a mis-shape in Nathan's plans.
Nathan stopped abruptly and swiped into the last room on the right of the long corridor. Bennett followed him and realised they were in a dead room. Soundproofed, no natural light, no two way mirror, no security camera. So this was how it was going to be.
Nathan spun round, hands on his hips. "Rebel."
Bennett kept his face blank, knowing nothing would infuriate Nathan more. Nathan powered towards him, Noah's black sweater bunched in his hands before he could react. "Who the fuck is talking to her, and more's the point why is Danko telling me about it?" He let go, backing off and wiping his mouth with his hand. "Are you kidding me with this Bennett? I thought…" He exhaled dramatically, letting his head bow.
"What's the better situation, she carries on getting the messages and thinks we don't know about it, or your storm troopers go in and lock her up? At least this way…"
"I'm not an idiot Bennett, that's not the point! The point is we're supposed to be working on this together, no secrets." Nathan stepped into Bennett's space, his eyes daring him to look away. "Do you mind telling me how the hell I'm supposed to deal with this?"
Bennett stared back at him, suddenly realising something. "You actually don't know what to do, do you?"
Nathan stayed quiet just a beat too long before going for the door. "Fuck you Bennett."
"No secrets, because you don't know what to do." Bennett repeated, blocking his way.
"I fucking mean it, get out of my way." Nathan tried to shove him but met just resistance and the end of Bennett's fist as he lashed out with every shred of frustration that the Junior Senator had sent his way since this whole thing unfolded.
Nathan staggered back, resisting the instinct to check his lip for blood. He was losing it. Not just the detention program but the whole thing, the new team, Danko, Bennett, Claire, Peter. He saw Bennett advance on him and stepped back, trying to stand upright.
"You don't fool me Nathan. You can strut around out there all you like but I know you. I know what happens when you're challenged. I know your weaknesses. You should have asked for my help instead of treating me like your dog." He pushed Nathan down, kneeing him in the ribs and smiling at the defeated groan he emitted as he fell to the floor. Nathan turned his face up to him, shame and resignation smeared across it. Bennett took an experimental step closer to him and felt immense satisfaction as Nathan shuffled backwards, all the fight having left him. He stepped until Nathan's back was against wall, and then pulled him forward by the jacket collar.
Nathan stared blankly forward. There was some inevitability about his position, on his knees and bested by someone he should have kept on a tighter leash. He felt he knew what Bennett's next move would be but waited until he felt the hand fisting into his crown of his hair before putting on a show of struggling. Bennett simply held him down, dragging Nathan's eyeline to his crotch and waiting for the submission.
Nathan had been trained on what to do in hopeless situations, he knew the fight or flight reflex was twitching. Carry on struggling, or just give in, just let it happen. God he wanted to give in. He'd barely made one concession, barely stopped fighting for a second since he'd exited the President's limo. If he gave in, he'd have an ally, or at least someone who thought he had the upper hand. If he struggled, he'd be alone.
He made a decision, and grabbed at Bennett's buckle, hastily undoing it and trying to undress him with a semblance of recklessness, not submission. He told himself he was tense, cutting loose. Not forced or dominated, but calculating and hungry. He yanked down Bennett's pants and shoved up his long special ops sweater from his hips, noticing that the other man was rock hard. He licked his lips and swallowed, trying to bring some wetness to his stress-dry mouth, before taking Bennett's length in. Noah's cock felt too big in his mouth but he used his tongue to distract him from the lack of movement and grasped the shaft with his hand, tugging artlessly and paying attention to the man's pained grunts.
He felt Bennett's grip on his hair loosen and shifted forward, opening up his throat and bobbing his head whilst lapping his tongue on the pulsing vein. He tried not to think about the end, the taste of come in his mouth. He had never done this before but couldn't imagine it was pleasant. There was already pre-cum invading his senses and he could hear the ragged breaths coming from Bennett which reminded him of his own climax. He wondered who Bennett was picturing right now and started to moan hungrily in an obvious baritone to scratch through whatever feminine image was in his head. Much to his surprise this seemed to do something for the man, both hands went back to gripping his hair and he thrust into Nathan's mouth moaning. Nathan dug his fingernails into Bennett's hips, trying to temper the strange feeling of having hard flesh knock against the inside of his mouth. He sucked rhythmically and heard another loud moan as Bennett's thumb rubbed on the indentation of his own cock in Nathan's cheek. Suddenly Bennett was coming and Nathan coughed and gagged at the unfamiliar taste running over his tongue and down his throat. He swallowed, pushing back on Bennett's hips until the man stepped away from him.
The room was silent except for slow panting breaths from the two men. Nathan stood shakily and Bennett met his eyes as he rose. Nathan flinched as he saw Bennett's hand coming towards his face, and crumbled inside when the other man wiped a smear of come from his lips.
"I think we understand each other Senator." Bennett dead panned . He turned and opened the door, holding it open for Nathan. The Senator straightened his jacket and strode through purposefully, anxious to have Bennett behind him. Without looking back he went to his office, cursing the glass walls which put him back on display. He reached into his desk and pulled out his hip flask, swigging from the day old whiskey and trying to wash the taste of Bennett out of his mouth. He glanced at the gun lying invitingly at the back of the drawer and swished the alcohol around his mouth. Something may have changed just now, he thought, but tables can turn. They can turn both ways.
- fic,
- nathan,
- noah,
- rating: nc-17,
- slash
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well done! *applause*
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I wasn't sure if it was any good, this is the first non-Mylar I've ever written, thanks for commenting!
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Ahhhhhhh just perfect~! *flails*
Ahhh the powerplays...and the end...
Thank You Thank You Thank You!
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but yes, fucking loved this :D
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Now go to sleeeeeeep XD
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*runs back to comfort zone and settles between Mohinder and Sylar, trying not to think about Luke*
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brb daydreaming
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*take a great breath*
SOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!
I really like your fic hotness!!!
YOU RULES!
Maybe, if you can give me your permission for i draw Senator!Nathan/Swat!HRG with inspired your fic, please? ^^
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I love the power play and I've been waiting for this since I watched 3x15!!!!
I hope you write more! Maybe a sequel of this!
Thanks!!
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there will be many happy dances
and statues erected in your honor
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Wow, new pairing, new peeps on my journal lol
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♥HRG/anyone♥