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Atlas/Jack, put it in Atlas

(Anonymous) 2014-04-15 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Just to shake things up a bit. Slutty Atlas gets Jack to fuck him as part of his continued ploy to convince Jack that he's not the one getting fucked down here in Rapture, that Atlas isn't the one who's really holding the leash.

Re: Atlas/Jack, put it in Atlas

(Anonymous) 2014-04-15 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I like the way you think, anon

Re: Atlas/Jack, put it in Atlas

(Anonymous) 2015-06-06 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
((I'm not sure if this is what you're looking for, but hopefully it works?))
Fontaine wasn’t someone who let another person fuck him, let alone control him. When he first created Atlas, first came up with the persona of the man intent on saving Rapture, he let that characteristic transfer over to Atlas as well. It wasn’t like it was a big deal. No one would think twice, or give a shit, if Atlas liked to pin down his partners. Hell, they probably expected it. People who actually want to be leaders always seemed to have control issues.
So, naturally, when Fontaine gets a good first look at the science-project turned sentient Thing, his first thoughts are of how much he’d like to fuck the boy, keep him under his control and wrapped around his little finger. Make him his pet. And boy, when he does get his chance…
Of course, it’s only a little while after watching Jack, watching him wreak havoc, that he realizes something. The Atlas he’s created specifically for Jack wouldn’t want to do that. He seemed too kind and attached to the boy, too… soft to actually hurt him. No, he’d probably want to get fucked, and hard, by Jack.
At first, the idea seems completely ridiculous, but as Atlas (he has to be Atlas now, can’t let any Fontaine bleed through at this point because otherwise things could go wrong quickly, especially since Peaches’s paranoia seemed to rub off on people) watches Jack prances about Arcadia looking for the ingredients to that goddamn Lazarus Vector, he realizes it might not be a bad idea. Give the boy a sense of control, and he’d be even more obedient and blind. And hell, if he has to, he can probably find a way to fake it.
That idea is what led to Atlas bent over a desk in one of the more-secluded offices in Hephaestus, Jack thrusting into him. Jack’s rough, rougher than he thought he might be with his precious idol. Sure, Jack always got this satisfied look in his eyes whenever he hurt and maimed and killed, but fuck, he didn’t realize it extended this far. Not until Atlas’s hair was harshly tugged as he sucked Jack off, and even then, it didn’t register until Jack, between pants, told Atlas he needed to come up with a safe word pretty soon just in case things got a little too intense.
He didn’t think he’d need it, but holy shit, the kid was really rough. Within the first minute of bending Atlas over the desk and slipping inside the other man, Jack had his left hand around Atlas’s throat, choking him hard. He was surprised at how good it felt, feeling his eyes roll back into his head as air became harder and harder to breathe. It felt so good that, without meaning to, he began to rock himself back on Jack’s cock, his ass trying to meet the other’s hips.
He didn’t even consider it strange that the kid used his left hand until he felt electricity lightly singe his neck. The noise that came out of his mouth was a noise from a goddamn animal, more-so pain than pleasure. Instantly, the electricity stopped, and the hand loosened its grip.
“I’m fine, boyo.” Atlas managed quickly, before Jack could say anything. He was more than fine, actually. His whole body felt like a live wire, and god, if it wasn’t the best sensation.
“…Are you really?”
Atlas laughed. “Yeah. Didn’t safe word on ya, did I?”
Still, Jack seemed hesitant, and fuck, Atlas wanted more, needed more.
“Would you kindly just get back to fucking me?” He spit from between gritted teeth. Fuck, if Jack didn’t keep going, he felt like he was going to lose goddamn mind. “I’ll safe word if I need it.”
That was all it took for Jack to start again, fingers tightening and the pace picking up. Atlas moaned, although he’d never admit it, as he felt the fingers dig back into the soft skin of his neck. He pushed back against Jack, willing the boy to keep going harder. Instead, Jack slowed down, almost becoming soft and gentle. He leaned over Atlas, letting his mouth briefly ghost across the other’s back before biting down hard and sucking. And fuck, if that wasn’t the greatest thing.
“Fuck,” he practically whimpered as Jack, ever so slowly and teasingly began to stroke his cock and nip at his back. Teasing was always something he could dish out but never take. It always got under his skin, made him want whatever it was more than he needed to.
“God, Jack, just…” He tried to find the right words, find the words to make Jack do exactly as he wanted. “Would you kindly just fuck me hard and don’t do this teasing bullshit?”
And just like that, Jack went from teasing to rough. The fingers tightened around his throat, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks. He felt Jack pick up the pace, and he tried to match the rhythm of his hips. He felt so wanton and needy, more-so than he ever had in his life. It was bad, so bad that he started whimpering and pleading as Jack asked him questions, called him his little slut and whore, and fuck, was his throat burning from the choking or did Jack just use the fire plasmid? He honestly wasn’t sure because as soon as he felt intense heat lick at his throat, he came hard and fast. And then promptly passed out.
When Atlas came to, he found Jack behind him, snuggling up against him. Something cool was against his throat, and when he went to wipe it, he realized it was a burn salve.
“Sorry,” Jack mumbled into Atlas’s shoulder, voice soft and sincerely apologetic. “I got a little carried away. Didn’t mean to hurt you like that.”
“You’re fine, boyo.” Atlas managed to wrasp out.
“Stopped as soon as you passed out.” He offered helpfully. The innocence within his tone made Atlas laugh softly.
“So, did ya not get off because I passed out?”
“No, I didn’t. But it’s fine. I needed to make sure you we-“ Jack is stopped by Atlas turning and putting a finger to Jack’s lips.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” His voice is filled with a dark promise. “After all, ya did such a good job of taking care of me.”

Re: Atlas/Jack, put it in Atlas

(Anonymous) 2016-10-25 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)