FIC: Breaking the Rules (EM/EB, R), for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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salixbabylonTitle: Breaking the Rules
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salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 29. Submissive
Word Count: 1468
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Ewan gets annoyed when Eric won't play by the rules.
Extra *smooches* toheartofslash for her help on this one.
Breaking the Rules
Eric has been an arse all week. The stunt coordinator is new and being overly thorough, insisting on endless repetitive rehearsals. It's not even new stuff for Eric – it's car racing, for Christ's sake - and he's aggravated that they won't let him do the whole thing himself anyway. Being micromanaged and forced to do what little they *will* allow him to do over and over again by some inexperienced little pissant... So yeah. Eric's been bitchy, on edge, and annoyed. But really, Ewan thinks that it's Eric's own fucking fault for agreeing to the plan in the first place.
But then, being agreeable *is* one of the things he likes about Eric. He's easy-going, willing to help. Willing to do what he can. Willing.
Except not this week. On set, sure. But at home (which is Ewan's home, because it's closer to the set than Eric's flat), Eric's been a prick. Grouchy and touchy and today... Well. Today he just wants to pick a fight, find someone to take some of this out it.
Well. It's not going to be Ewan, that's for sure.
Ewan's trying to stay calm, remember to breathe, to not take things personally. It's hard to deflect and defuse a man as big as Eric, though, when he's ranting and raving and getting himself all worked up.
Eric *is* kind of sexy though, when he's angry...
But after a couple of hours of this, and a long day for Ewan as well, he's getting annoyed. Upset. A bit pissed off, even.
Enough. "You're being a right bitch, mate," he says when Eric pauses for breath in the middle of yet another tirade. "If you want to work some of this off, go and get your collar. If not, get out of my house; I'm not taking this shit any longer."
Eric grumbles a bit, swears, gives the end of the couch a kick. Then he sighs "You're right," and peels off his shirt before he disappears to the bedroom, presumably to get his collar.
He comes back and holds it out, but doesn't readily relinquish it when Ewan moves to take it out of his hand.
"Do you want this?" Ewan asks impatiently. He closes his eyes for a long blink, trying to compose himself, not wanting to go into dom-headspace upset.
Going into a scene angry is never a good idea, and he's not angry, just annoyed, and there's an important difference, but still. Ewan takes a deep breath, centering. If he can calm down, everything will be fine and he can focus on Eric and what Eric needs.
Because Eric sure as fuck isn't focusing on what he needs for himself right now. What he needs is to blow off some of this steam, not crank it up even higher.
Once the collar is on, Ewan feels better. Now they're in their defined roles. Ewan will tell Eric what to do and try to give Eric what he needs. And Eric will submit, beautifully, because he always does. He is serious about his collaring.
Ewan tells Eric to kneel.
Eric glares at him.
Ewan tries not to show either his surprise or the sudden burst of irritation that flares back to life. Eric has never been bad before, not like this. Who does he think he is, changing the rules of the game?
Well. Ewan can change them too.
In a fast move, Ewan reaches out and pulls sharply on the front of Eric's collar. Hard enough to jerk him off balance, making Eric fall to his knees with a heavy crash, bruising them, quite likely. Ewan smirks down at him.
Eric said he wanted to play; he chose to do this. He's not allowed to break the rules, not unless he safewords.
Ewan is in control.
Not Eric.
It's time Eric learned this. Again.
"Hands behind your back," Ewan commands. Eric's muscles start the movement, but then he catches himself and pauses. Eventually he finishes the motion, clasping his wrists together, but slowly, taunting.
It takes a lot to really brass Ewan off. But Eric is succeeding quite spectacularly tonight.
"You insignificant little git," he sneers, looming over Eric, doing his best to be intimidating. It's hard to intimidate someone of Eric's size, but it helps when he's on his knees, and the defiant look in Eric's eyes fades as Ewan berates him for being such a brat all fucking week.
"Eager and compliant for everyone but me, yeah?" he says, pacing, controlled but coiled, working himself up, letting out some of his own frustration. "A willing little bitch for everyone all day but then you come back here to *my* house and expect me to take this *shit* from you?"
Eric open his mouth for a rebuttal, or possibly an apology, but Ewan doesn't want to hear it. Not yet.
"Shut up," he says, as he opens his jeans and pulls out his cock. "I've had enough of your noise. Put your mouth to a better use and suck me," he orders, grabbing Eric by the head and pulling him forward.
Eric is passive.
But that means he's not sucking. He's letting Ewan do what he wants, but he's not cooperating.
Not surrendering.
Yet.
Ewan pushes him away and narrows his eyes. It's time to pull out the big guns, he thinks, and then backhands Eric.
It's a quick, bracing slap, more theatrical than with any impact; Ewan has slapped his own face harder splashing on aftershave. But the impact and the gesture and the sound seem to have caught Eric's attention in a way that Ewan's words hadn't; there is, after all, something very personal about being hit in the face.
Eric blinks, surprise and shock on his face, and yes, *now* the cocky expression that has pissed off Ewan all evening is nowhere to be found.
"That's right," Ewan purrs, "You're mine. You've been a little fuck all evening and I'm going to do with you as I please, and you're going to bloody well like it."
Eric meets his eyes for a very long moment and Ewan wonders if he's going to keep resisting.
To his satisfaction, Eric gives way after a brief staring match. He drops his gaze and nods ever-so-slightly. The residual annoyance at being challenged, at having Eric resist him in a way he's never done before, uncoils from Ewan's chest.
He drags Eric's mouth back down on his cock and controls the movement, entirely. Not quite fucking his face, but jerking his hips forward every now and then, thrusting and making Eric choke and sputter, cough and reflexively try to back away.
Ewan holds him in place, backs off an inch - no more - and just for a moment. Tells Eric to take it, calls him bad, a naughty boy, a bitchy little slut, and finally Eric starts sucking in earnest.
Ewan rides it, lets the adrenaline and pleasure mix together, and then pulls out and finishes himself off with a groan. He sneers "You're not good enough for my come," as he ejaculates all over Eric's chest.
Eric has the decency to look repentant and humble and even a little bit sad.
Which is exactly what Ewan wanted.
Exactly what Eric needed.
Almost.
"Stay," Ewan orders, and he goes to get a wet flannel to clean himself up with.
He comes back in a few minutes, an agonizingly long time for Eric. Spunk is dripping down Eric's torso, catching in the hair on his chest, and the erection trapped by his jeans is practically bursting out, Eric's so hard. But he hasn't moved an inch.
Settling down on the couch, sprawling, making himself comfortable, Ewan waits until finally Eric's eyes flicker over to him. "Crawl over here," he orders.
Eric shuffles over, not letting go of his wrists.
"Excellent." Ewan is so pleased, so relieved, really, that Eric's back in the game. Maybe it's time for a reward. He tells Eric to open his jeans, take out his prick, and stroke it slowly.
Ah yes. This is something Ewan could watch any time. All the time. Eric kneeling, jeans bunched up around his thighs, boxers pushed down in them, working his cock steadily, eyes bright and eager to please and finally, dear fucking Christ, finally compliant. Submissive.
Beautiful.
Ewan's going to make Eric wank himself until he almost comes, and then make him stop. And then do it again. And again. And perhaps again, if he lets Eric come tonight at all.
Ewan's not irritated anymore; he got what he wanted and Eric got what he needed, most importantly.
But there's no need to let Eric know that he's satisfied quite so easily, is there? What would be the fun in that?
Ewan grins.
"Stop," he says, and Eric submits.
~end~
Author:
salixbabylonFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 29. Submissive
Word Count: 1468
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Ewan gets annoyed when Eric won't play by the rules.
Extra *smooches* to
heartofslash for her help on this one.Eric has been an arse all week. The stunt coordinator is new and being overly thorough, insisting on endless repetitive rehearsals. It's not even new stuff for Eric – it's car racing, for Christ's sake - and he's aggravated that they won't let him do the whole thing himself anyway. Being micromanaged and forced to do what little they *will* allow him to do over and over again by some inexperienced little pissant... So yeah. Eric's been bitchy, on edge, and annoyed. But really, Ewan thinks that it's Eric's own fucking fault for agreeing to the plan in the first place.
But then, being agreeable *is* one of the things he likes about Eric. He's easy-going, willing to help. Willing to do what he can. Willing.
Except not this week. On set, sure. But at home (which is Ewan's home, because it's closer to the set than Eric's flat), Eric's been a prick. Grouchy and touchy and today... Well. Today he just wants to pick a fight, find someone to take some of this out it.
Well. It's not going to be Ewan, that's for sure.
Ewan's trying to stay calm, remember to breathe, to not take things personally. It's hard to deflect and defuse a man as big as Eric, though, when he's ranting and raving and getting himself all worked up.
Eric *is* kind of sexy though, when he's angry...
But after a couple of hours of this, and a long day for Ewan as well, he's getting annoyed. Upset. A bit pissed off, even.
Enough. "You're being a right bitch, mate," he says when Eric pauses for breath in the middle of yet another tirade. "If you want to work some of this off, go and get your collar. If not, get out of my house; I'm not taking this shit any longer."
Eric grumbles a bit, swears, gives the end of the couch a kick. Then he sighs "You're right," and peels off his shirt before he disappears to the bedroom, presumably to get his collar.
He comes back and holds it out, but doesn't readily relinquish it when Ewan moves to take it out of his hand.
"Do you want this?" Ewan asks impatiently. He closes his eyes for a long blink, trying to compose himself, not wanting to go into dom-headspace upset.
Going into a scene angry is never a good idea, and he's not angry, just annoyed, and there's an important difference, but still. Ewan takes a deep breath, centering. If he can calm down, everything will be fine and he can focus on Eric and what Eric needs.
Because Eric sure as fuck isn't focusing on what he needs for himself right now. What he needs is to blow off some of this steam, not crank it up even higher.
Once the collar is on, Ewan feels better. Now they're in their defined roles. Ewan will tell Eric what to do and try to give Eric what he needs. And Eric will submit, beautifully, because he always does. He is serious about his collaring.
Ewan tells Eric to kneel.
Eric glares at him.
Ewan tries not to show either his surprise or the sudden burst of irritation that flares back to life. Eric has never been bad before, not like this. Who does he think he is, changing the rules of the game?
Well. Ewan can change them too.
In a fast move, Ewan reaches out and pulls sharply on the front of Eric's collar. Hard enough to jerk him off balance, making Eric fall to his knees with a heavy crash, bruising them, quite likely. Ewan smirks down at him.
Eric said he wanted to play; he chose to do this. He's not allowed to break the rules, not unless he safewords.
Ewan is in control.
Not Eric.
It's time Eric learned this. Again.
"Hands behind your back," Ewan commands. Eric's muscles start the movement, but then he catches himself and pauses. Eventually he finishes the motion, clasping his wrists together, but slowly, taunting.
It takes a lot to really brass Ewan off. But Eric is succeeding quite spectacularly tonight.
"You insignificant little git," he sneers, looming over Eric, doing his best to be intimidating. It's hard to intimidate someone of Eric's size, but it helps when he's on his knees, and the defiant look in Eric's eyes fades as Ewan berates him for being such a brat all fucking week.
"Eager and compliant for everyone but me, yeah?" he says, pacing, controlled but coiled, working himself up, letting out some of his own frustration. "A willing little bitch for everyone all day but then you come back here to *my* house and expect me to take this *shit* from you?"
Eric open his mouth for a rebuttal, or possibly an apology, but Ewan doesn't want to hear it. Not yet.
"Shut up," he says, as he opens his jeans and pulls out his cock. "I've had enough of your noise. Put your mouth to a better use and suck me," he orders, grabbing Eric by the head and pulling him forward.
Eric is passive.
But that means he's not sucking. He's letting Ewan do what he wants, but he's not cooperating.
Not surrendering.
Yet.
Ewan pushes him away and narrows his eyes. It's time to pull out the big guns, he thinks, and then backhands Eric.
It's a quick, bracing slap, more theatrical than with any impact; Ewan has slapped his own face harder splashing on aftershave. But the impact and the gesture and the sound seem to have caught Eric's attention in a way that Ewan's words hadn't; there is, after all, something very personal about being hit in the face.
Eric blinks, surprise and shock on his face, and yes, *now* the cocky expression that has pissed off Ewan all evening is nowhere to be found.
"That's right," Ewan purrs, "You're mine. You've been a little fuck all evening and I'm going to do with you as I please, and you're going to bloody well like it."
Eric meets his eyes for a very long moment and Ewan wonders if he's going to keep resisting.
To his satisfaction, Eric gives way after a brief staring match. He drops his gaze and nods ever-so-slightly. The residual annoyance at being challenged, at having Eric resist him in a way he's never done before, uncoils from Ewan's chest.
He drags Eric's mouth back down on his cock and controls the movement, entirely. Not quite fucking his face, but jerking his hips forward every now and then, thrusting and making Eric choke and sputter, cough and reflexively try to back away.
Ewan holds him in place, backs off an inch - no more - and just for a moment. Tells Eric to take it, calls him bad, a naughty boy, a bitchy little slut, and finally Eric starts sucking in earnest.
Ewan rides it, lets the adrenaline and pleasure mix together, and then pulls out and finishes himself off with a groan. He sneers "You're not good enough for my come," as he ejaculates all over Eric's chest.
Eric has the decency to look repentant and humble and even a little bit sad.
Which is exactly what Ewan wanted.
Exactly what Eric needed.
Almost.
"Stay," Ewan orders, and he goes to get a wet flannel to clean himself up with.
He comes back in a few minutes, an agonizingly long time for Eric. Spunk is dripping down Eric's torso, catching in the hair on his chest, and the erection trapped by his jeans is practically bursting out, Eric's so hard. But he hasn't moved an inch.
Settling down on the couch, sprawling, making himself comfortable, Ewan waits until finally Eric's eyes flicker over to him. "Crawl over here," he orders.
Eric shuffles over, not letting go of his wrists.
"Excellent." Ewan is so pleased, so relieved, really, that Eric's back in the game. Maybe it's time for a reward. He tells Eric to open his jeans, take out his prick, and stroke it slowly.
Ah yes. This is something Ewan could watch any time. All the time. Eric kneeling, jeans bunched up around his thighs, boxers pushed down in them, working his cock steadily, eyes bright and eager to please and finally, dear fucking Christ, finally compliant. Submissive.
Beautiful.
Ewan's going to make Eric wank himself until he almost comes, and then make him stop. And then do it again. And again. And perhaps again, if he lets Eric come tonight at all.
Ewan's not irritated anymore; he got what he wanted and Eric got what he needed, most importantly.
But there's no need to let Eric know that he's satisfied quite so easily, is there? What would be the fun in that?
Ewan grins.
"Stop," he says, and Eric submits.
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Date: 2006-03-01 10:15 pm (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2006-03-02 01:55 am (UTC)It's very caring, the way you write them. Even when they are being pissy with each other, there is trust there.
You always bring out the most interesting chracter conflicts. I love it!
~Susan
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Date: 2006-03-02 02:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 06:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 03:06 pm (UTC)*writhes prettily*
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Date: 2006-03-02 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 11:51 pm (UTC)*smoocH*
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Date: 2006-03-02 11:54 pm (UTC)Man, I would watch Eric wank and stop and suffer and wank again for hours and hours and hours... MMmm....
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Date: 2006-03-02 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 11:56 pm (UTC);)
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Date: 2006-03-09 06:33 pm (UTC)Eric said he wanted to play; he chose to do this. He's not allowed to break the rules, not unless he safewords.
Oddly this little reasurance really helped me to enjoy this. I mean, I love the way it's written, but it's as you say, a bit scary to read Ewan being so aggressive.
Well hot though ;D
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Date: 2006-03-10 04:27 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked that bit - I think Ewan (and I) needed that reminder that Eric could always safeword if he really needed to. And then it was Game On!