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splixThe other day caras_galadhon and I enjoyed a delightful exchange about assorted Viggo and Bean characters, and Alec Trevelyan came up. She wrote me a tasty bit of comment!fic and she's so smart and clever, she set my mind to humming. What other Viggo characters could possibly be paired with Alec? Well, lots, I think, but here's maybe one that hasn't been done before, with a truly evil adversary.
While there is Peril! - lord, there should always be peril - it's actually quite lighthearted, so no worries reading this untitled bit of fluff .
*
His experience was with missile silos, not grain silos. Still, one had to collect experiences where one could – and he’d thought this little jaunt to recover the American Declaration of Independence would be boring. It turned out his adversary was cleverer than he’d anticipated. Alec drew his Browning, paused at the door, and waited.
“Well, don’t stand there all day, 006. Come in,” said a resonant feminine voice.
Alec pushed the door open. “You’ve been expecting me, I see.”
“Naturally.” The voice came from somewhere above him, in the rafters. He strained to see in the darkness. He’d never seen his enemy’s face, not even that night in Cold Lake where it had been anything but cold. She’d blindfolded him thoroughly. He still had the memory of her nails raking his shoulder blades, and the sound of her voice in his ear, taunting, carelessly confident. He didn’t even know her real name. He knew her code name, though: Galadriel. And that night in Cold Lake had been paradise itself. Even James had exhibited a trace of jealousy. “Miss me?”
“Not as much as you’ve missed me, darling. Why else would you go to so much trouble to lure me here?”
“I did lead you a merry chase, didn’t I, Alec? Well, it was fun, I admit, but even I tire of games after a while. So I’ve left the Declaration for you. It’s all yours.”
Alec half-smiled. “Now why do I think that’s hardly as simple as it sounds?”
“Oh, Alec. You are clever.”
A sudden flood of brilliant white light shone down from the rafters, and the door slammed behind him with a crash. Half-blinded, he whirled and yanked at the handle, but it was stuck fast. Snarling, he pointed his Browning toward the rafters, but stopped, stunned, at the spectacle before him. “Bloody hell,” he whispered. “Moses.”
The young farmer lay spread-eagled on a raised wooden platform, bound to the slats with a complicated network of rope. His blue shirt had been unbuttoned – no, Alec saw, ripped open – and his trousers unfastened, revealing another intricate pattern of rope binding his cock and balls. A wide leather bit gag forced the young man’s mouth open. Sweat plastered his shirt to his shoulders and gleamed on his arms and belly. Moses saw Alec, shifted his hips slightly, and moaned.
Alec clucked his tongue. “Galadriel darling, you’re so obvious sometimes.”
“One has to stay amused.”
Alec’s fingers drifted over the bit gag. “Moses, I told you to stay out of the way,” he said softly, then glanced upward, though the light that flared down was too intense to see anything clearly. “Do you mind?” he called.
“You can take the gag out, Alec, but don’t touch the ropes. Do you see why?”
Letting his gaze travel over the system of tough twine wrapped around the young man’s body, Alec saw that the ropes were fastened to a series of pulleys that traveled upward into the darkness. “What have you done now?”
“Beneath that absolutely delightful young man’s body is a locked door that contains the Declaration of Independence, Alec. But you’ll have to move him to get at it.”
“Presumably you’ve organized things so that moving him is something of an inconvenience.”
“This is a grain silo, Alec. There are four tonnes of corn in the storage bin above you. If you cut even one of the ropes, you’ll release the grain. The more ropes you cut, the faster the grain will fall, and you’ll both drown. If you cut that little arrangement around his more delicate parts, you’ll release the entire load at once. Isn’t it perfectly diabolical?”
“I think you have too much time on your hands, Galadriel dearest. Shouldn’t you be working on your doctorate?”
“Shut up, Alec.”
Alec sighed and leaned close to Moses’ shivering body, brushing the hair from his perspiring brow. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. Gently he reached behind the young man’s head and unbuckled the gag. “You could at least do things differently second time round,” he called up into the light. “Didn’t you use this on me?”
“I don’t recall you making any objections at the time.”
True enough. Alec holstered his weapon and examined the network of rope. “Are you all right?” he asked softly.
Moses nodded, licking dry lips.
“Oh, he’s fine.” Galadriel’s voice drifted downward, light and mocking. “Particularly fine. Alec…there is one way to free him without disturbing the bin above.”
“I don’t suppose you’d care to share that piece of information with me?”
“Certainly not! Figure it out yourself. And good luck.” There was a hollow metallic bang – the roof trapdoor. “Take care, 006. If you’re as bright as I suspect you might be, we’ll meet again. But I have no intention of making it easy for you. Oh – did I mention that the bin will open automatically in forty minutes? Just to make things more interesting.” There was a sudden burst of feminine laughter, then the lights went out, and the door slammed shut again. Alec and Moses were alone in the darkness.
“Alec.” Moses’ voice was strained and urgent. “I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to pry.”
“Never mind that now. Are you hurt?”
“No. Not much. But they…I never…..” Moses fell silent, and Alec gritted his teeth. He’d never been inclined to preserve anyone’s virtue, but this young man was far too innocent for the games that Alec and Galadriel had been playing for more than a month now. Alec had taken refuge from Galadriel’s henchmen in Moses’ barn, where the young man had found him. He’d held a knife to Moses’ throat and threatened to kill him, and wound up infatuated. And Moses Hochleitner was the polar opposite of Alec’s type: rustic, unsophisticated, steadfast, upright, and a bloody virgin. And Galadriel knew it, worse luck.
But there wasn’t time for regrets or berating the foolish, starry-eyed young man tied to the platform – he had to figure out how to free him without drowning them both in a sea of corn. She was fiendishly intelligent, and even more morally corrupt than he. What sort of…..?
“Alec, please,” Moses said in a trembling whisper. “Help me. It hurts.”
Abruptly, Alec sat on the platform. “Oh, no,” he murmured.
A contraction of the ropes. Not cutting them, but slipping them, with sweat for grease.
“Clever girl,” Alec whispered. He reached out in the darkness and put his hand on Moses’ slick belly, moving it down just far enough to graze the bound, straining cock.
“Alec?”
“Shh.” Alec bent over Moses’ body and found the edge of the young man’s jaw with his lips. “Trust me,” he whispered.
Virgins were such bores, after all.
caras_galadhon and I enjoyed a delightful exchange about assorted Viggo and Bean characters, and Alec Trevelyan came up. She wrote me a tasty bit of comment!fic and she's so smart and clever, she set my mind to humming. What other Viggo characters could possibly be paired with Alec? Well, lots, I think, but here's maybe one that hasn't been done before, with a truly evil adversary.While there is Peril! - lord, there should always be peril - it's actually quite lighthearted, so no worries reading this untitled bit of fluff .
*
His experience was with missile silos, not grain silos. Still, one had to collect experiences where one could – and he’d thought this little jaunt to recover the American Declaration of Independence would be boring. It turned out his adversary was cleverer than he’d anticipated. Alec drew his Browning, paused at the door, and waited.
“Well, don’t stand there all day, 006. Come in,” said a resonant feminine voice.
Alec pushed the door open. “You’ve been expecting me, I see.”
“Naturally.” The voice came from somewhere above him, in the rafters. He strained to see in the darkness. He’d never seen his enemy’s face, not even that night in Cold Lake where it had been anything but cold. She’d blindfolded him thoroughly. He still had the memory of her nails raking his shoulder blades, and the sound of her voice in his ear, taunting, carelessly confident. He didn’t even know her real name. He knew her code name, though: Galadriel. And that night in Cold Lake had been paradise itself. Even James had exhibited a trace of jealousy. “Miss me?”
“Not as much as you’ve missed me, darling. Why else would you go to so much trouble to lure me here?”
“I did lead you a merry chase, didn’t I, Alec? Well, it was fun, I admit, but even I tire of games after a while. So I’ve left the Declaration for you. It’s all yours.”
Alec half-smiled. “Now why do I think that’s hardly as simple as it sounds?”
“Oh, Alec. You are clever.”
A sudden flood of brilliant white light shone down from the rafters, and the door slammed behind him with a crash. Half-blinded, he whirled and yanked at the handle, but it was stuck fast. Snarling, he pointed his Browning toward the rafters, but stopped, stunned, at the spectacle before him. “Bloody hell,” he whispered. “Moses.”
The young farmer lay spread-eagled on a raised wooden platform, bound to the slats with a complicated network of rope. His blue shirt had been unbuttoned – no, Alec saw, ripped open – and his trousers unfastened, revealing another intricate pattern of rope binding his cock and balls. A wide leather bit gag forced the young man’s mouth open. Sweat plastered his shirt to his shoulders and gleamed on his arms and belly. Moses saw Alec, shifted his hips slightly, and moaned.
Alec clucked his tongue. “Galadriel darling, you’re so obvious sometimes.”
“One has to stay amused.”
Alec’s fingers drifted over the bit gag. “Moses, I told you to stay out of the way,” he said softly, then glanced upward, though the light that flared down was too intense to see anything clearly. “Do you mind?” he called.
“You can take the gag out, Alec, but don’t touch the ropes. Do you see why?”
Letting his gaze travel over the system of tough twine wrapped around the young man’s body, Alec saw that the ropes were fastened to a series of pulleys that traveled upward into the darkness. “What have you done now?”
“Beneath that absolutely delightful young man’s body is a locked door that contains the Declaration of Independence, Alec. But you’ll have to move him to get at it.”
“Presumably you’ve organized things so that moving him is something of an inconvenience.”
“This is a grain silo, Alec. There are four tonnes of corn in the storage bin above you. If you cut even one of the ropes, you’ll release the grain. The more ropes you cut, the faster the grain will fall, and you’ll both drown. If you cut that little arrangement around his more delicate parts, you’ll release the entire load at once. Isn’t it perfectly diabolical?”
“I think you have too much time on your hands, Galadriel dearest. Shouldn’t you be working on your doctorate?”
“Shut up, Alec.”
Alec sighed and leaned close to Moses’ shivering body, brushing the hair from his perspiring brow. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. Gently he reached behind the young man’s head and unbuckled the gag. “You could at least do things differently second time round,” he called up into the light. “Didn’t you use this on me?”
“I don’t recall you making any objections at the time.”
True enough. Alec holstered his weapon and examined the network of rope. “Are you all right?” he asked softly.
Moses nodded, licking dry lips.
“Oh, he’s fine.” Galadriel’s voice drifted downward, light and mocking. “Particularly fine. Alec…there is one way to free him without disturbing the bin above.”
“I don’t suppose you’d care to share that piece of information with me?”
“Certainly not! Figure it out yourself. And good luck.” There was a hollow metallic bang – the roof trapdoor. “Take care, 006. If you’re as bright as I suspect you might be, we’ll meet again. But I have no intention of making it easy for you. Oh – did I mention that the bin will open automatically in forty minutes? Just to make things more interesting.” There was a sudden burst of feminine laughter, then the lights went out, and the door slammed shut again. Alec and Moses were alone in the darkness.
“Alec.” Moses’ voice was strained and urgent. “I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to pry.”
“Never mind that now. Are you hurt?”
“No. Not much. But they…I never…..” Moses fell silent, and Alec gritted his teeth. He’d never been inclined to preserve anyone’s virtue, but this young man was far too innocent for the games that Alec and Galadriel had been playing for more than a month now. Alec had taken refuge from Galadriel’s henchmen in Moses’ barn, where the young man had found him. He’d held a knife to Moses’ throat and threatened to kill him, and wound up infatuated. And Moses Hochleitner was the polar opposite of Alec’s type: rustic, unsophisticated, steadfast, upright, and a bloody virgin. And Galadriel knew it, worse luck.
But there wasn’t time for regrets or berating the foolish, starry-eyed young man tied to the platform – he had to figure out how to free him without drowning them both in a sea of corn. She was fiendishly intelligent, and even more morally corrupt than he. What sort of…..?
“Alec, please,” Moses said in a trembling whisper. “Help me. It hurts.”
Abruptly, Alec sat on the platform. “Oh, no,” he murmured.
A contraction of the ropes. Not cutting them, but slipping them, with sweat for grease.
“Clever girl,” Alec whispered. He reached out in the darkness and put his hand on Moses’ slick belly, moving it down just far enough to graze the bound, straining cock.
“Alec?”
“Shh.” Alec bent over Moses’ body and found the edge of the young man’s jaw with his lips. “Trust me,” he whispered.
Virgins were such bores, after all.
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Date: 2011-10-19 09:22 am (UTC)She was fiendishly intelligent, and even more morally corrupt than he.
Spot on, Alec! I think that goes for both of them! :D
Oh Moses! There is something about such innocence and sweetness just crying out to be corrupted and you (and Alec) are the ones to do it!
Great fun and lovely, hot images. Thank you. *Hugs*
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Date: 2011-10-19 02:45 pm (UTC)Isn't Moses just made for debauchment? I'm happy to volunteer Alec for the task. Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it! So hope you're feeling better!