Капитано/Оророн,
I'm Your Man от анонимного автора, высокий рейтинг. Очень прикольный стадик на тему власти и её отсутствия. У Капитано нет власти над Оророном, и это кайнда его заводит.
Capitano laughs and sets down the glass again and says, “Come here.”
“No,” says Ororon, still thinking of that second drink and the high of doing something Capitano asked him not to, of being caught and never facing consequences for it. He steps further from the table, back towards the wall right of the entrance.
Capitano looks him in the eyes. “You don’t wish to?”
“I don’t answer to you,” Ororon retorts, backing up further. The wall comes up behind him, and he nearly stumbles over its sudden approach. He has nowhere left to retreat. “I’m not one of your men.”
“Right,” says Capitano, his tone perfectly neutral. He takes one single step closer, measured and slow. “You’re not one of my men. You don’t serve me.”
“Uh huh,” Ororon breathes, captivated. Looking away seems impossible.
Another step. “I don’t hold any power over you.”
Ororon doesn’t want to lie, so he keeps his mouth shut.
Another step. Just one more would close the distance between them completely. “You aren’t loyal to me.”
Ororon swallows thickly. “I never said that.”
И вот ещё (высокий рейтинг, так что осторожно):
“One of my officers asked me,” Capitano continues, like they’re having an ordinary conversation, “if I was going to bring you back to Snezhnaya with me. She asked if I would keep you.”
Keep him. Like another fascinating thing to add to his collection, to keep on display for his enjoyment. Ororon feels too warm, suddenly, and he tries to squirm away.
Instantly, Capitano’s free hand presses down against his hip, hard enough to pin him in place. His fingers scissor apart inside of him, stretching him enough to feel it, enough to distract him from anything else.
Ororon realizes, just then, that he’s made a miscalculation. Somehow, he’d mistaken Capitano’s slow pace for real gentleness—and yet, he’s at Capitano’s mercy now just as much as he was in his imagination.
“I told her I’d have to ask you.” Capitano spreads his fingers apart and presses against his walls and asks, “So? Do you want to be kept?”
Ororon chokes on air. Does he? He can’t quite imagine it. “Your trophy,” he says nonsensically, his eyes sliding half-closed. “You want something. A—nn, fuck, a reward.”
Capitano pauses, his fingers slowing inside of him. “A reward?”
“That’s your real motivation,” Ororon declares, tipping his head back. “You wanted to—to find yourself a loyal warrior in Natlan and make them your bitch.”
Capitano freezes in place. Oh, Ororon thinks, elated. Oh, he’s right.
“That’s what I am, isn’t it? Your bitch?” A smile creeps up the corners of his mouth. Finally, an angle he can gain an advantage in. He’s uncovered a weakness. “I have good hearing. I know your soldiers call me that behind my back.”
“I’ll have them punished,” Capitano murmurs, eyes hazy-dark as he starts sliding his fingers out. “For slandering you. For demeaning your importance to me.”
Кайф, мне очень понравилось. Больше я ничего интересного не нашла, но мб за несколько недель что-то появилось. #фикореки