Give and Take
by phantomas
Beta: tweaking by CJ
Pairing: episode smut (Padget/Marcase) The Burning Zone
Warning: a bit of rough, I suppose
Author's Notes: This is another little scene. Nick is inspiring, and Marcase (Jeffrey Dean Morgan) is an added bonus :)
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It was the satisfied smugness in Padgets too wide eyes, the curl of his lips barely contained. It made me look at him in silence, lips pressed together so not to utter truths that I had to keep to myself. Was his true belief? I couldn't accept that. It only made me want to uncover his game, grab that ridiculous costume off him and show him naked, a man, just a man, like I was.
And yet, something in the core of me was twisting around, the false illness that I had inflicted on myself in order to look underneath his mask was still in my system. The drug made me weak, frail, unsure on my legs. It wasn't me reaching out. It was that, that trembling and shaking in my guts, the dark bags under my eyes. Reaching out to that total confidence, that assuredness I wanted to rip off Padgets face.
He laid me down, carefully. I tried not to look at him, but his hand was strong behind my shoulders. My skin tingled as if an electric current was starting from the tip of each of his fingers. I felt vulnerable, suddenly. And then his other hand was there, slowly moving up along my leg, closing down the circle of electricity running through us. A little higher, the tips of his fingers dipping towards the inside of my thigh and I tensed. What was going to happen to me? I had no idea, at that point. I didn't believe in any of those scams of his, just a quack, a smooth operator preying on vulnerable, scared women. I felt hate and bile surging through me, and I was only seconds away from sitting up and wrapping my hands around his neck.
I didn't. My eyes were closed, at his insistence, and then his hand was resting on my forehead, thumb on my nose. His other hand moved and suddenly it wasn't on my thigh anymore, but firmly resting on my groin. On my dick. I was naked under the light-weight tunic and trousers, as I had been asked to be. "You shouldnt block away the healing, only the lightest boundaries between the flesh and the spirit," I'd been told. I hadn't expected...to be touched. To be held. So. Long fingers with no shame, and the sudden heat bursting forth from them was like nothing else I had ever tried before. I wanted to sit up, but for totally different reasons than before. I needed to make Padget stop. I wanted to ask him what the hell he was thinking. I wanted to. I couldn't. Couldn't move, couldn't think past those two hands, his hands, on me.
I felt my dick harden, lengthen, filling up with blood and lust. I was salivating, I realized with shame. There was a rod of fire running straight through me, from cock to head all along my spine. And then nothing made sense after that. Nightmares of snakes and pain pulled me under.
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When I woke up a couple hours later I was still dazed. I was confused and uncoordinated when Mike and Kim helped me to sit up, and maybe that was part of the reason I insisted on waiting instead of getting the hell out of there right away. Maybe it was the drugs wafting around us in the fog. Still, Rebecca was the reason wed come to the compound. We needed to convince her to leave with us. So I stayed, going back into the villa.
Padget was still smug when we met again. Did he realize I was looking for Rebecca and I couldnt find her? He was likely the one who had hidden her away. It wasnt until I lifted my shirt and showed him the mark that he even blinked. Cocky bastard. I had to look at myself, then. The bruise was massive, in a design Id never seen before. How the hell does an illusionary snake leave a bite mark on my stomach? Padget is just a fake. This is just one more trick. It has to be.
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Its five thirty in the morning and Im still wearing the white tunic Id put on for the ceremony, unbuttoned down to the third hook. Its not just my feigned illness that has my head spinning now. The few hours sleep I got in the ruins, wrapped up in that hallucinogenic fog didnt help. Theyd only made my head spin faster. My gut ached from a bruise I received in a nightmare. What the fuck had happened to me? I didn't know anything for sure right now. What had Padgett done to me when I was unconscious? Something must have gone wrong, theres a good chance that my ruse had been discovered and the injury was the beginning of a punishment, or maybe- the memory of my hard-on came to me suddenly, with a rush of heat to my cheeks. Did Padget keep on touching me earlier in the ruins? Stroking me, jerking me off as I was unconscious?
It didn't feel like that. If anything, my balls were tight and full, and my cock was heavy and dark with need between my legs. Something made me get up, however, instead of indulging in satisfying my lust. I was on the job, dammit. I wasn't going to be turned on by that man. No way.
I needed to clear my head. Sunrise wasnt far off. Maybe Rebecca would show up for breakfast. I was going for a shower, for a change of clothes, when there was knocking at the door. It was still too early. All the other guests in the mansion should certainly be asleep. I knew who it was. Who it must be. I hesitated before going to open the door, but then I found myself there, opening and closing the door after him, turning around to look at him, his too earnest face, still in his ridiculous silk dressing gown.
Padget looked back. "Something didnt work quite right," he murmured, looking straight at me. His lips were partially opened, and although I was staring back at him, eye to eye, I couldn't help be aware of his mouth, of how it would feel on mine, how I would bite his bottom lip, make it bleed. Those thoughts weren't mine. But I was having them.
The best defense is a good offense, perhaps. "Something went wrong. You cant heal me," I accused, and he lowered his head, sideways, like a scolded boy.
"No," he whispered. "No." Between our last talk and this one something had changed. He was off-balance. Its not that. Its something in you. I was in the ruins and downstairs Youve unbalanced the spirit. Youve taken something away from it. I need it back. I have to have it back.
I couldn't help feeling tension squirming through my body again, and I wanted it, even more. I pushed him against the wall. "None of this makes any sense," and even as I was saying that, my hands were releasing the knot of his gown, finding skin underneath, smooth and hairless, firm, as hungry for touch as mine has been. Was. My head was pounding. Some primal and strange need seemed to be surging in my veins. This wasnt me, not a version of me that I recognized. What did you do to me? I HAD to touch him.
"It's how it has to be, energy is shared" his answer was muffled against my lips. "You trapped a piece of the spirit give it back..." and then Padget couldn't speak anymore, because my tongue had slipped inside his mouth, pushing and piercing his core, seeking his out. I was angry, a part of me realized as I turned him around, manhandling him easily enough. Our bodies were similar in built, but I had a little more bulk on my side, and anger, and unsatisfied lust that was painting my sight red, as the silk slipped on the floor and I was holding my cock against his ass.
"I won't ask for permission," I panted at his ear. He shook his head, bracing himself against the wall with elbows bent.
"It's the power." Some of his words penetrated the thick fog around me. "Energy it has to flow... to be given, and taken..."
I was slamming up his ass, by then, as hard as I knew how, not thinking, not analyzing, just driving myself into him, ramming my cock into his willing body, over and over again. I could vaguely hear the sounds our flesh made slapping and sweating, nose-deep inhaling, two grown men groaning and rutting against a wall.
I was disgusted. I felt sick. But I couldn't stop, either. "Fist your cock," I growled at him. "Do it hard." I wanted, needed to hear pained sounds from him. The fire in me was burning so high I felt as if my body was melting, slowly, violently, liquid venom pouring out of my spine inside his ass, spread and stretched and bucking back on my cock as hard as he could.
His hand obeyed me, his body was free for me to use. I did it. I used it, once, twice, first against the wall, then pushing him down on his knees on the plush carpet. I never once stopped to consider him; I never once stopped to slow down. I felt possessed by some furious ancient hunger. I kept fucking him as I've never fucked anyone else before, no woman, no man. Padget came, loudly, painfully, head pressed down, shoulders aligned with the floor, hands and fingers splayed as if grasping at some balance.
I didn't care. My cock felt like hot iron, a rod for me to push inside his hole, harder and harder. When I came, I didn't make a sound, just slammed my groin tight to the curve of his ass, and pumped myself in and out of him a few more times.
We stayed like that, then, for a few minutes, until I slipped out of him. For the first time since Ive been lying down on the altar in the ruins, my head seemed to be clear. But now my stomach was rolling over.
I had no words, for myself, for him. I stumbled on my feet. "Go away," I said, not even looking at his body sprawled and used to my satisfaction, walking around him to reach for the bathroom door. "Go away," I repeated as my hand turned the knob. The red haze had left me, and I closed the door behind me, hoping this was going to be a dream, a nightmare.
I couldn't ignore the drying patch on the carpet, though. Even if I pretended to. Or the languor in my cock and balls, or his eyes when I saw Padget next.
the End
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