|carefully trained woman-monkey #1 (white_aster) wrote in bijou_fandom,|
@ 2008-08-04 22:45:00
|Entry tags:||fic, pearl, sebastian|
[FIC] Resistance - The Bijou (Sebastian/Pearl) - NC-17
Last of the reposts, I promise! :)
Written forthe last kinkfest round.
This was my prompt! I kept kind of hoping that someone else would take it, but lacking that BY GOD I WOULD, because I found the character dynamics between these two kind of fascinating in that car-crash kind of way. Pearl (and to a lesser degree, Peridot), is my reality check in Bijou. He is classic, unfetishized non-con, because though he won't defend himself, he is UNWILLING. He did not sign up for this shit, and he doesn't see anything sexy about it, and good gods, what is WRONG with you people? Even the pleasure that he's gotten while working never seems to really be his idea (though to be fair we've only seen one full "working" episode of him), but something the customer forces out of him despite his unwillingness.
I actually asked Laylah before I prompted this, because I wanted to know whether it would be a prompt that was O_O-inducing in a good or bad way...and because I was myself not sure how this would go. Sebastian's made it a point to try each and every jewel, but Pearl is the first jewel to really, truly and OBVIOUSLY be unwilling. The others can put on a good act and let the customer fool himself, or are a bit happier to service Sebastian because he's sexy and charming and considerate. Pearl...he's glad that Sebastian doesn't seem to be cruel, but he is just not interested, if he tries to act like he is, he's just not very good at it. Sebastian's more than smart enough to see that. And though Sebastian's a selfish bastard, he's not a rapist, and I can't really see him enjoying sex if it's really very obvious his partner's not having a good time (if only because it stings his gigolo pride ;P).
Set sometime after "Don't Have To Give" but around the time of "Secret Names".
Sebastian spies Garnet's new jewel immediately, of course.
The boy stands out for his coloring alone, but that's not all of it. The boys usually sit together in the front room, on display but still interacting: talking, petting each other, wandering from group to group keeping themselves amused.
Instead, Pearl sits stiffly by himself, hands clenching at his sides on the pillows, then releasing, then clenching, as if he keeps reminding himself to relax. He never really manages it, only comes close when Lapis goes to sit by him, smiling. The other boys either ignore him completely or carefully keep their distance.
The calm mask of Pearl's face, the slightly exotic tilt to his eyes, make him unreadable. The tension in his bearing makes him look slightly imperious, slightly contemptuous, slightly dangerous. Sebastian wonders if the boy gives Cobalt a run for his money among a certain clientele.
Sebastian's willing to bet all the money in his purse that he gives Topaz a run for his money among a different type of clientele, but Pearl's probably less happy about that.
Watching the boy, Sebastian gets a rather delicious idea. Not the usual, but still...variety is the spice of life, eh?
Garnet's eyes follow his, and she's known him long enough to recognize the tilt of his smile. "I must warn you. Pearl is often not...at his most charming after a visit from the Captain."
"Ah, that's why Westfall looked so pleased with himself. He pays to be a bastard to the boy, does he?"
"He is a demanding client, " Garnet demurrs.
No wonder the boy looks like he wants to murder someone. Sebastian's hand finds his purse, sorting the coins inside by feel. "Tactful, as always. I promise you that I shall not tax the lad."
Garnet smiles, "You are too kind."
"Hah. Were I truly kind, my dear, I would buy the poor boy's contract and send him home to Skadthia with coin in his purse and a feather in his cap." He slides the coins along the table. "Instead, I believe I'd like a session in the baths."
Askil is a bit thrown when the master says to take the client to the baths. He's never had a client ask for that before. Jacob had told him, in general terms, what to do there, and he watched the twins once, in the baths, but the whole process seems a sign of the further degeneracy of the Casmilans. Really, not only pay to fuck someone who can't say no, but ALSO have him play at washing you, as if you are an invalid? The idea strikes Askil as more sickening than erotic, but then he's beginning to wonder if he'll ever think of anything as erotic ever again. He can only pray to the gods that he never understands what these men find appealing about forcing themselves on slaves.
He expects that to be even more true for this client, this Sebastian. Pearl has heard of him, from the other boys' gossip. He is one of the Bijou's most frequent customers and has had every boy in the house at one time or another, multiple times in some cases. Despite the man's obvious deviance, the other boys seem to LIKE him, which Askil takes as a sign of the damage that this abuse has done to them. HE certainly sees no difference between this man and the other clients. The man's arrogance and lust are certainly the same, that Askil can see in the man's smile, in the slow crawl of his eyes up and down Askil's body, in the proprietary hand the man lays on Askil's shoulder and traces down his side.
Askil feels the shift inside himself, the slight detachment that he's learned makes this easier to bear. It feels like running away, like surrender, some days, but others it is all that keeps him from going mad. He is not sure yet which is worse.
For now, though, it allows him to pull his lips into something approaching a smile and lead the man to the baths.
At least the wolf captain only wanted to use his mouth today, so he is not already sore. At least this is his third today, and in an hour he can wash this man's filth from his skin and go sleep until dinnertime. He doesn't know whether he's relieved or disgusted that he's learned to take comfort in such small things.
The boy turns when they reach the baths, reaching his hands up hesitantly. "Should I help...?" His Casmilan is heavily accented but recognizable, the tone wary and unsure.
"Mmm, yes." Sebastian smiles at him, lets the boy help him undress. This he's obviously learned well, though he hasn't learned to make it a titillating process yet. His hands are deft, shucking Sebastian out of his clothes as efficiently as a retainer, but they do not linger or tease. Once Pearl is done folding and setting aside his clothes, Sebastian lifts the boy's chin, admiring the exotic shape of his face. "So very lovely. Strange, yet lovely."
"Thank you," Pearl says automatically, again missing the chance to flirt, to nuzzle into his hand, to give a coy lowering of the lids. Sebastian supposes the boy will learn, or cultivate a clientele that doesn't require it. He himself finds it rather refreshing. The boy seems honest, in his manner if not his words, at least.
Pearl nods to the steaming pool. "Water, now?"
Sebastian smiles, dropping his hand over Pearl's front, brushing against a nipple. It nets him no response, and that clearly won't do. "Yes, let's."
He watches the flex of muscle beneath pale skin as Pearl steps into the bath, then follows, hands catching up the oil on the way. Pearl turns, eyes darting to his hands, and asks, "You want...?"
"I want you to sit over there and relax, darling." Sebastian gestures with one oiled hand to one of the ledges. Pearl sits, the water lapping at his belly. Sebastian wades over to him, his hands sliding slick over Pearl's soft skin. He urges the boy to turn, and Pearl does it with only the slightest hesitation, facing the edge of the pool.
Sebastian chuckles. "I'm not going to hurt you, darling, relax." He settles behind Pearl, fingers going once again to the boy's shoulders and rubbing oil in. He goes back for more, letting it drip generously over the pale skin. Pearl's shoulders are tense under his fingers. Sebastian smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to the boy's neck, to breathe in the unperfumed, natural male scent of that bone-pale hair. "Relax. This will feel good, I promise."
Pearl mutters something darkly in what Sebastian assumes is Skadthian. Sebastian laughs. "I'll take that as a challenge, then." Still, some of the tension fades from Pearl's back, though whether it's because of Sebastian's fingers or Pearl's decision is hard to tell. Sebastian just continues to work, triumph growing as the boy relaxes further under his palms. After a good few minutes, Pearl turns his head to look at him, clearly perplexed but no longer quite as wary, "This all you want?"
"Hasn't anyone been happy to be nice to you yet, darling?" Sebastian murmurs, taking the opportunity to press a last bit of tension out of Pearl's right shoulder.
"Not...ah.... Not client," Pearl said, and yes, there was the flicker-echo of pleasure in his eyes.
"Mmm, their loss, then." Sebastian lets his fingers drift, almost casually, around Pearl's side, brushing his nipple, and this time it earns him a slight hitch in breath, a lowering of Pearl's eyelids. "I suppose they've all been horrid to you, not caring if you enjoyed yourself."
The boy frowns a bit, as if he's not following or not sure how he's supposed to respond. "Why you care? Why...?" He gestures awkwardly to his back, to Sebastian's hands oh so slowly working their way downward.
Sebastian smiles. "Because pleasure looks good on you, Pearl, darling. And it's so much more fun when everyone involved is having a good time." And because there's little more gratifying than wringing reluctant pleasure from the virginal and skittish, but Pearl doesn't need to know that. "Why don't you sit up here and lie back, and I'll be good to you some more?"
Pearl casts him a perplexed look, but climbs out of the bath to sit on the edge. "Like...like this?"
"Yes, just like that. A bit more forward. Good, now lie back, darling." Pearl does, feet still dangling in the water and Sebastian between his knees. He makes a lovely picture, relaxed now enough to look wanton, stretched out like that.
Sebastian reaches for more oil, spilling it in his palm until it drips down his wrist. He leans forward to kiss his way up Pearl's thigh as he coats his fingers. "You weird," Pearl declares, softly, and Sebastian laughs.
"Yes, well, I hate to be like everyone else, darling. It makes life so boring, don't you think?" He smiles up into Pearl's rather adorably confused eyes, then leans down and takes the boy's soft cock into his mouth.
Pearl hisses, "I...you...." Sebastian licks delicately, humming contentedly when he feels the boy hardening against his lips into a rather satisfying mouthful. He glances up over Pearl's body and is rewarded by the sight of the boy's head tilted back as he obviously fights not to enjoy this. Sebastian smirks a bit, one hand settling on Pearl's hip as he takes the boy deep. He can feel the twitch of muscle under his hands. Pearl's slight moan as Sebastian's teeth graze the head makes Sebastian's own half-hard cock twitch in response.
Someday. Someday, he's going to fuck the boy silly, just to hear more of that moan.
First things first, though.
Pearl starts to tense up when Sebastian's finger rubs over his hole. Sebastian distracts him with an artful twist of his tongue, and eventually the boy relaxes again. Sebastian is patient, though, and after several rounds of this, the boy merely groans and shivers as Sebastian rubs back and forth over his opening. Sebastian sucks hard, tasting the first traces of salt, and Pearl gasps, then gasps again as Sebastian's finger slides into him, oil-slick and easy as anything.
Fates, the boy is tight, and Sebastian moans, rubbing his cock against Pearl's calf. He is seriously tempted to just fuck the boy here and now. Instead, he slides his finger deep, crooking it to find the boy's prostate.
Pearl's reaction is gratifying. His eyes fly open, his back arching on a startled cry.
Sebastian pulls back, licking his lips. "Good, darling?"
"G...good," Pearl stutters out, and he sounds both surprised and dismayed at this.
"Good," Sebastian says, smiling as he leans down again. He takes hold of Pearl's hand, moving it to the back of his head. "Go ahead, Pearl. Take what you want, darling." Pearl's hand shakes, then tightens. His strokes are hesitant at first, but then he evidently takes Sebastian at his word, thrusting with little care. That is more than all right, as far as Sebastian is concerned.
It doesn't take long after that, which Sebastian supposes is just as well, for his back's sake. The boy hisses and trembles as he thrusts, as Sebastian rubs relentlessly inside him, forcing pleasure and swallowed moans from him. Sebastian tastes salt and moans himself, reaching down to take himself in hand, stroking to Pearl's rhythm.
He's surprised when Pearl's moan turns low, wounded, and his hand falls away from the back of his neck. Sebastian glances up in time to see something break in the boy's eyes before he squeezes them closed. That one glimpse is enough, though. Sebastian watches the boy break, watches his face contort in agonized pleasure. Watches one hand clench into a fist as his breathing speeds up. Watches, just before he spills hot and bitter over Sebastian's tongue, Pearl arch and mouth a soundless "no" at the ceiling.
It's that last, that defiant denial, that drives Sebastian over the edge a heartbeat faster than he was expecting. He's pretty sure that his pleasure in the boy's distress makes him a terrible person, but he can't particularly bring himself to care as he swallows Pearl's seed and comes hard, splashing white over Pearl's belly and softening cock.
The man is affectionate afterwards, stroking Askil's hair and kissing him with bitter, salty lips. Askil manages to gather himself enough to allow the kiss, to clean the man and dress him, to smile and accept the small, pretty jewel that the man presses into his hand. Askil has heard that if he collects enough of them, he will be able to buy his freedom someday. This is the first "gift" he's gotten, though, and it brings him no pleasure.
The man gives Askil a final kiss, a final smug smile, and walks back towards the master's desk. Askil turns when he hears his name, and Jacob follows him up the stairs. "Done?" Askil asks, and Jacob nods.
"Yep, all done. And tomorrow off, now! How about you? Was Sebastian nice to you?"
Askil opens his hand to show the ring with its little stone. "Yes." He holds the trinket out, drops it in Jacob's hand. "And no." After all, the man was not "nice", merely ruthless in a different way than the other clients. Perhaps a more dangerous way, since he attempted to make this slavery...pleasant.
He will not become like the others, Askil swears to himself. He will not forget himself. He will not let this place CHANGE him.
But Askil doesn't know the words to explain that. All he can do is shrug, turn his back on Jacob's confused look, and continue up the stairs.