miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-12-30 22:30:00 |
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Fanfic: Untitled Creepy Brian Ficlet
Original poster: ashleigh_lin
Title: Untitled Creepy Brian Ficlet
Author: ashleigh_lin
Rating: R? Hard R, maybe for disturbing content.
Word Count: 666 (I LOLed forever when I discovered this)
Warnings: Disturbing content maybe. Seriously, if the thought of Brian having sex grosses you out, you shouldn't read it. Spoilers up through December.
Pairings/characters: Brian/OMC; mentions of Luke and Noah
Summary: What Brian does when he's out of town.
Disclaimer: I do not own As the World Turns or anything to do with it. All things Luke, Noah, and Brian belong to P&G and other people who are not me. This story is a product of my completely twisted imagination.
Authors Note: Of course the first story I write for this fandom would be about someone I hateloathecan’tstand! Of course! Also, I'm a bit confused about the Brian/Bryan spelling because I've seen it both ways, but wikipedia has it listed as "Brian Wheatley" so that's what I used. Though I think I use "Bryan" everywhere else (something about not wanting to associate him with Brian Kinney, I think ^^;) Please don't hit me.
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“Lucinda? It’s Brian. I’m calling to tell you I made it safe and sound. Sorry I missed you. I love you. Talk to you soon.”
Brian smiled softly as he hung up on his wife’s voicemail. He collected his suitcase, which he handed to the chauffer brandishing a sign that read “Wheatley.” It’s good to be taken care of by a multi-millionaire, he thought with another smile. Taxis were such plebian means of travel. As the limo pulled away from the airport’s curb, Brian closed the privacy screen between himself and the driver and pulled out his mobile phone again. He’d memorized this particular number so he wouldn’t have to keep it in his phone.
“Yes, may I speak with Delilah? …Delilah, This is Brian Smith. I’ll have the usual. Tonight, eight sharp. The Empire, room 411.” He smiled when he hung up on this phone call as well, though this one was much less soft than the other had been.
The knock on the door came just as Brian was getting out of the shower. Anticipation shuddered through him and he checked the clock.
He was early.
Not bothering to do anything other than belt the hotel robe loosely around his waist, Brian opened the door, a sneering leer on his face. He knew what waited on the other side.
The kid was obviously not Luke, but they could have been close relatives. He had the messy hair, the cleft chin, and the brown eyes. He even had that defiant spark in those eyes that drove Brian mad, made him want to…
“Get in here.” The kid—Brian had no desire to know his name—stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. They looked at one another for a moment, “Now…get on your knees.”
The kid was good at following directions, Brian knew from the other times he’d used him. He also knew exactly what Brian was in the mood for, because he crept over shyly, almost submissively. Then he dropped to his knees, spread the robe and…
God!
Brian’s vision blurred, and suddenly it was Luke on his knees in front of him, sucking him off. Not mouthing off, not making a nuisance of himself, not cuddling with his boyfriend, but sucking Brian off and God that made it so good. He could do this if he wanted. He could make Luke submit, could make him bow down before him. Luke was fragile right now, it wouldn’t take much. A little “understanding,” a little “compassion,” a little “honesty” and Luke…Luke would be his to do with whatever he wanted. He probably wouldn’t even fight it if Brian made just the right insinuations about telling his family. Of course they’d believe him—Brian was a gentleman and Luke was a drunk. Who would believe that Brian--straight, sensible Brian--had come on to Luke first? They were already so, so disappointed in the child. Already wary of his stunts.
And Noah. What would Noah think? Noah thought Brian was a good guy, liked him even. He believed Luke was overreacting. Who did Luke think Noah would believe if Brian told him Luke had come on to him instead? Luke has had his head in the bottle for weeks, months even—it wouldn’t be that great a stretch, would it? Oh, yes, isolated from his family and his friends by disbelief, Luke would be Brian’s for the taking. How blissful would it be to have that firm, beautiful body laid out just for him, just for his pleasure? To fuck with as much as he wanted?
He grabbed the kid’s head, fucking his mouth until he came. He didn’t know whether he yelled Luke or only thought it.
When he recovered he walked over to the nightstand, retrieved a few bills, and tossed them at the kneeling man. “Get out.” His mobile rang as the door was closing and when Brian saw the display, he smiled.
“Lucinda! How is my beautiful wife?”
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*grimace*
Yeah, sorry about that. After today’s episode I had to do something. Of course, this didn’t make me feel any better, but it sure got me good and creeped out. I also feel a bit dirty. Blegh. Brian is a character I love to hate.