Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/11001378.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Person_of_Interest_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Harold_Finch/Nathan_Ingram, Harold_Finch_&_Nathan_Ingram
  Character:
      Nathan_Ingram, Harold_Finch, A_Vague_Yet_Menacing_Government_Agency,
      olivia_ingram_(mentioned), Origina_agent
  Additional Tags:
      this_is_pure_smut, And_angst, Don't_Like_Don't_Read, did_I_mention_that
      it's_a_rape_scene, Hand_Jobs, and_whisky_porn, also_is_a_bit_violent...
      Maybe_more_than_a_bit..., second_chap_is_violence, like_for_real
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-25 Completed: 2017-06-26 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 5806
****** Desperate times call for desperate measures ******
by RumpyKamon
Summary
     Nathan is drunk because of despair. The only person he can rely on
     and love is Harold. But when Nathan arrives, he doesn't face the
     situation he hopped for...
Notes
     I Better Warn You NOW fellows before it's too late. This is a rape
     scene, so don't read if you're easily impressd or offended. It's not
     the dirtiest thing you'll read here but be sure where you're heading.
     Now.
     Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Harold was sitting in his office. He observed the screens showing their
hundreds of codes. It was very late, even he began to get tired. He sank into
his seat. Then suddenly behind him, he heard two heavy steps. He turned around
and saw Nathan, a bottle of whisky in his hand. He seemed to have already drunk
it's half, and staggered on the ground. Harold frowned.
" Nathan what happened to you ? "
" It's her. "
" Her ? Her who ? "
" Her Harold. Olivia. "
" What is it ? " Asked the small man in a sigh, getting up towards his friend.
He seized him under his shoulders and pulled him near his office.
" As usual. She criticizes me again and again. Whereas we're divorced ! She's
going to kill me. " He said holding his tears.
" Come on ... Don't say this. You'll be fine. " Nathan enclosed him of his
arms.
" Thank you Harold. My Harold. You've never left me down." He said in gripping
the jaw of the small man of his strong hands. " I know that I can lay on you. "
Harold smiled to him and his beautiful blue eyes illuminated his face. Nathan
bent forward and put his lips on Harold's. The small man turned his head and
took the hands of his friend to slowly push him away.
" Oh oh, Nathan, I think that'll be all. "
" What .. ? Harold ... "
" Come on, no, stop, it's enough. Sit and drink a little water. " Harold
sneaked far from the arms of Nathan and got back two cups behind his desk. He
poured a little coffee inside and came back seeing his friend, profoundly sat
in his seat. He turned in it, observing Harold. " Stop it or you'll end up
sick. I don't want to clean after you. "
" Harold relax a little... " He said catching his bottle of whisky. Harold
seized it by the neck but Nathan pulled him against him. Harold fell on his
thighs. Nathan approached his face but Harold pushed a biscuit in his mouth and
tightened a cup at Nathan. Then he got up. Nathan ate his biscuit and drove his
seat behind the small man. " What's wrong ? "
" I don't know what you're talking about. "
" Why you are like that? Stretched out. "
" I worry about you. " He answered annoyed, turning. " You behave as a kid. You
can't let yourself sink like that. "
" You believe that I am satisfied by this situation ? You think that, that I
don't love my wife anymore ? You think that it's what I wanted Harold ? " The
small man turned to his screens.
" What's done is done.. " Nathan clenched teeth.
" You don't want to help me ? "
" Of course I do. But I can't bear to see you coming drunk every three
evenings. I don't want to lose you Nathan. You are my only friend. " Nathan got
up and came to squeeze Harold against him. He held him and cried while Harold
tried to stay still.
" Don't leave me. I need you. I love you. " Harold shook the hands on his
belly.
" I call you a cab... "
The small man tried to move away but the blond pressed him against him, kissing
his nape of the neck. Without saying a word, Harold pursued his effort to run
away but Nathan tightened him too hardly. He let his free hand slide between
the legs of the small man and caught him through the luxurious fabric. Harold
squeaked trying to push away his hands but slid forward on his desk, Nathan
began to caress him.
" I remember when we were young. In our room. I masturbated in front of you,
and I told you that you could do the same. But you always remained wise. " He
kissed the neck. " I heard you during the night, seizing your limb and slowly
pulling, trying to suppress your squeaks. " He said while he took great care to
excite his friend.
" Nathan that's enough! "
" Stop moving " he blew in his ear. Harold was stuck and could not move. Nathan
unbuckled slowly the belt of the small man. " I always wondered what you looked
like. If you were huge. "
" Nathan... "
" Shhhh, I promise you that you will like it. "
" Nath -- " All of a sudden, Nathan seized Harold's cock at its base and held
it strongly. Harold trampled and tried to recover. " Why do you do this ? I'm
ready to help you but there you overpass the limits. "
" The only limits you have are the ones in your head. I need it Harold. Do me
this favour. Harold... Please... " he kissed his cheek.
" Pay you a whore. "
Nathan released him and turned Harold. He seized him by the collar of his suit
and stared at him, furious. The small man had rarely saw him so angry but the
bottle that he had drunk was only making him more aggressive. It wasn't always
good for him to drink. Harold knew that he could not physically defeat him.
" You're the only whore I want to fuck. " Nathan bit his lips and prevented him
from moving. He grabbed him by his thighs and put him on the desk, then he tore
the shirt which wore Harold and came to catch his chest of the hands. Harold
pushed him but Nathan made him slide, stretching out him on his desk and came
to cover him with his body. " I am sorry Harold. " And he kissed him. Harold
suffocated almost running out of air. His efforts to push away his friend were
vain. " I am sorry. " He put his head on the hairy chest of his friend and
lowered his hand again between the thighs. He kneaded slowly the balls of his
friend, of a soft and regular movement. Harold panted by feeling his strengths
leaving, he was going to give up, Nathan knew well too much how to do it. In a
last hope he moved away his legs to push him away of his whole body.
" Nathan please stops... "
" You don't even believe it yourself. " And Harold gave up. His muscles
loosened while Nathan caressed his cock from the bottom to the head. He gripped
it and brought it out of the luxurious pants. He watched his cock swelling with
blood and caressed the head of the thumb. He continued to excite Harold while
licking and biting his neck. The small man liked it but did nothing to ease him
the task, his pride prevented him from telling "yes" moreover because his
friend was drunk. He didn't want what was happening but he had no choice.
Nathan caught him by his hips and shoulders and lifted him against him. Harold
thought that it was finished putting foot on the ground but Nathan turned him
and lowered his pants. Harold wanted to move but Nathan stuck his neck of an
arm, licking his other hand which he slid between the buttocks of his friend.
" No, Nathan I forbid you to do that. "
" Shhhh. "
And one more time he pushed him forward, moving away the thighs of the small
man the best he could. He slid a finger in Harold's anus which began panting
louder. The tall man turned the finger, pushing it at the edge. He removed it a
little and added another finger. Harold gripped the arm which held him and felt
these fingers moving in him, very fast followed by another one.
" Nathan, Nathan, don't do this. " The tall man removed the fingers and
unbuckled his belt. The small man felt Nathan's cock swelling against his ass.
" Nathan, I still ready to forgive you, I ready to forget all this if you stop
now; please give up! "
" I am sorry Harold. My Harold. But I want you so much. "
By saying it he pushed himself in his friend very slowly. Harold bit Nathan's
arm as to prevent a scream to come out. Arrived at the edge of his friend,
Nathan froze and let his head falling against the shoulder of his friend. Both
held their breath. Harold thought he was dying. He bent his back and stuck his
forehead against Nathan's arm. Tears escaped his eyes. He cried. In his
lamentations he managed to stammer:
" Nathan stop... "
But these complaints seemed to wake up Nathan. He came out and back in more
strongly, sticking against Harold. The poor man squeaked, breathlessly. Nathan
slowly began a movement of goes and come while his lover grumbled in every new
thrust. Then he accelerated, as he caught Harold's erected penis and strongly
held it, masturbating in step with his penetrations. The small man didn't know
what to do anymore, he was split between pleasure and suffering. But while he
tried to control himself, he felt the head of his cock leaking Nathan recovered
against his ear and came to kiss his neck. Harold raised his head while he kept
crying and panting, feeling that he would hold no longer. Nathan pumped
Harold's dick in his hand, caressing it's extremity more and more cruelly. He
obliged Harold to turn the head and kiss him and Harold came in his friend's
hand flowing his cum in the hollow of the palm, Nathan came almost at the same
moment. Both men panted in the mouth of other about few minutes while an
irresistible friction still excited them. They soften very slowly but did not
break the link which maintained them. Finally, Nathan withdrew very slowly.
Harold recovered carefully while his friend had taken his bottle once again. He
tried to stand up straight but collapsed on his office.
" How could you do that ? "
" Harold ... I'm sorry. But at least I had you coming."
" Is that you apologizing ? Because it's not sufficient . "
" I love you Harold. "
" So... So do I, but not like that! You're a brother for me. The only real
friend whom I have. You can't do that to me." Nathan drunk by closing his pants
and Harold felt sick.
" You should be satisfied."
" Satisfied ?! " He exclaimed by turning around there. " Why I--... oh, oh my
God " he felt slowly the Nathan's cum leaking outside him. He held against his
desk and panted. Headaches. " Why ? Because you're the only one who wants me?
THAT'S IT ?! Well let I teach you something: I love somebody who also loves me.
And you, even if you lost Olivia, you always have your son and he counts on
you! I shall not let you destroy us ! "
" Is this the way you takes it ? Just because I demonstrated you my love ? "
" You raped me Nathan, it's nothing like love, and let go of this bottle ! "
" Come and take it. "
Harold stopped closing his pants and went to the man. He caught the bottle.
Nathan grabbed his arm but Harold defended himself by slapping the hand of the
tall man. Nathan seized Harold by his collar and squeezed him but the small man
stuck him of his arm and pulled the bottle. Nathan pulled him too and to avoid
the fall Harold put the knee on the seat and fell over forward. The chair
cracked under their weight and they fell on the ground. Nathan rolled on the
top of the small man and blocked him. Harold tried to push away Nathan away but
he undid his tie, grabbed the little man's wrists and put them on the top of
his head and hung them with the tie.
" What you say now ? "
" That is enough! " Harold took the bottle behind him and broke it against the
skull of his friend. He collapsed on the small man and cut his breath.
Harold felt a liquid against his cheek. He hoped for it to be spit but the red
drops on his glasses convinced him that it was something else. He tried to move
the man but couldn't move his body. His wrists were too solidly attached so
that he cannot move. After few minutes, he succeeded in sliding one of his legs
out, controlling Nathan health at his breathing. He pushed to extricate himself
from under his friend and freed himself. Then he turned Nathan and tried to
wake him but nothing to do, he was sleeping off. But Harold felt the cell-phone
of his friend vibrating. He took it and looked. It was Olivia. He began to
switch off the phone but he perceived the subject. He was the subject. Harold's
name was not specifically mentioned but he was nevertheless the subject. He
unlocked the phone and went back up the conversation with an unhealthy
curiosity.
10:43pm
" You spend your nights outside for this woman, you have never dedicated me so
much time! You drink all night and you are not even there to sign papers! "
" I would do it if I could but I need this. And what I'm building is really
important."
" It was so important that that it broke our marriage. I loved you Nathan and
you wasted everything."
"I have never stopped loving you."
" And nevertheless it is with her that you spend your nights. It is in her arms
that you drink. Be right on time tomorrow morning or you will have enormous
problems."
" I will do my best."
1:52
" Olivia I need you. "
" Nathan what's wrong with you ? It's one am! "
" I don't care what hour it is, I don't want us to be apart ! "
" Does your lady agree with this ? "
" She. Is nothing, nothing compared to you. "
" You're drunk. Leave me alone. "
" Why don't you believe me when I say it to you ? "
" Because you talked of her with Harold. Poor man, someone as good as him, you
drag him into your descent in hell. "
" She wouldn't be here without him. "
" Than he is to blame too. That's it. I don't want to hear from a cheater, liar
and drunk man anymore. Leave. Me. Alone. "
3:17am
" Nathan, agents passed at home and looked for you. I told them that they would
find you to the office, probably drunk with her. You'd better go there and
sober if you don't want to have any bigger problems. "
And Harold jumped, Nathan here at this hour, searched by the government while
the Machine was on and while he was dead drunk, he had to find a solution
immediately. He got back a bottle of water behind him and began to code a
temporary extinction of the Machine, then he watered the face of Nathan. The
great man coughed a little while Harold pulled him.
" Come on, stand Nathan. "
A small beep behind them informed them that people had penetrated the building.
Harold was surprised, both by the speed of the agents as by Nathan who even
drunk had thought of deactivating and of reactivating the alarm system.
" Nathan get up! " he said shaking his friend, trying to mop his blood and his
spit.
"Harold ..." murmured the blond with difficulty.
" Come on hurry, people are coming! "
Harold pulled his friend by his shoulders and tried to raise him on his feet.
Nathan stumbled while he leaned on his friend.
" Harold what's going on ? "
" Agents are here to see you. You have to wake up." He said helping him to get
on his feet.
" What time is it ? "
" Late ... or early, it depends on the point of view." Answered Harold by
jumping everywhere trying to clean the best he could.
" What are you doing ? "
" I have to leave."
" Why ? "
" The government must not see me next to The Machine."
But the bell of the elevator rang. Harold jumped on the legs of Nathan and
kissed him, mouth fully opened. Nathan fell on the desk and was split between
the desire to push his friend away and hold his thighs to prevent him from
sliding. Four agents came behind a tall slim woman. She jumped by seeing both
men.
" Oh! Forgive us for interrupting your intimacy but who allowed you to come in
this building sir..? " she said abruptly to Harold.
" Wren. " Answered Harold wrongly embarrassed. " Mister Ingram needed my
services then I came to join him. " In these words Nathan tightened the thighs
of the small man. He seemed t get the importance of the situation. he had to
protect his friend who surely was drunk for kissing him this way. Harold
laughed closed mouth looking at his friend, pushing his nails in the fair hair
of Nathan.
" Buy yourselves a room... Are you drunk ?! "
" So little... " answered Harold by squeezing the arms around the neck of his
friend.
" In this exceptional case we let you leave. Now. But you should not reappear
in this building. And you Ingram try to hold yourself in the future, nobody can
know what we are doing here. What would say people if they knew what you were
doing with this man ? "
Harold looked at her, sulky appearance and turned to Nathan, putting a light
kiss half-heartedly on Nathan's lips. The strong man caught the back neck and
pulled him to kiss him more deeply. He felt alcohol in his mouth and thought it
was Harold's taste.
" They won't say a thing, because I'm sure mister Wren won't remember this
night. "
Harold got up and pretended to lose his balance by moving forward to the exit.
" You should pay a taxi to my friend. Having drunk so much, it's not safe for
him to get back alone. " Said Nathan by pointing at the tiny man.
" Oh don't worry about that, we won't let your friend get back alone. We need
to be sure, as you say, that he won't remember this night. "
Harold shivered while a man caught him by the arm and accompanied him below. He
was afraid to be killed, that his plan hadn't work but the man seemed not to
carry any weapon. That said, Harold knew that no weapon was required to break
his neck. They got in a cab and he pretended to be drunk. Finally, he vomited
in a bag it wasn't a hard task, he had wanted to do this since Nathan had
gotten out from him. It help the man into thinking that he truly was drunk and
that he wasn't a threat.
Harold had managed to save his ass and if he had not played the lover, he would
certainly have been arrested for diversion. Accused to have given drugs to
Nathan to obtain information. The only thing left now was to hope that the
traces of whisky and broken bottle on the ground, as well as the bump which had
grown behind Nathan's skull, would arouse the suspicions. But the strong man
seemed too vague to be able to say anything. The agents would leave and they
would be both saved. At least he hoped.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Now that Harold comes back home... Will he be alright or is this
     night going to be a nightmare 'til the end?
Chapter Notes
     Little gift for @Lisagarland 'cause your comment was way too nice and
     I know you wanted to see what would happen next;
     enjoy!
Harold was in the taxi, his hands shook on his knees. He did not pronounced a
word, petrified by the fear. The slightest error could be fatal. He wiped
discreetly the small traces of blood on his fingers while the tall man watched
him.
" I don't feel good ..." he murmured.
"Stop the car."
The great man opened the door and let Harold flow outside. The small man
staggered up to a post, hung on of a hand and vomited his stomach in a bag.
Finally, it went out. This bitter disgust soaked at the bottom of his throat
for long minutes, since Nathan had touched his body in a so obscene way. He
felt suddenly lifted and was thrown in the taxi. His head struck the window on
the other side. He sat down the best he could, waiting to go back home. He
stared at the outside of his big blue eyes, observing the condensation on the
window. His eyes were glassy. Finally, they arrived. Harold limped up to his
door and tapped his pockets by turning around of a blunderer air. " I don't
have my keys." He had obviously his keys, but so hoped to be able to leave in a
watched hotel. But the great man took out a pair of crowbars of his pockets and
opened the door without leaving a single track. Harold turned pale: was it
altruism or was his end close? He winked by looking at the great man and got
into the penthouse.
He moved forward by staggering a little and closed the door without looking at
it. He rose to the floor and went to his bathroom. He squeezed his throat by
unbuckling his tie. He pulled on it and put it on his sink turning the faucets.
He removed his glasses and poured a little water on his face when he heard a
crackle behind him. He turned around but discerned nothing, blinded without his
glasses. He bent to wash his mouth but felt a presence behind him. He jumped
and turned around. He threw himself against his sink and caught his glasses.
The great man was standing in front of him, paper and pen in hands. Harold
shook with all his body and raised his eyes on the man.
" You're going to write a letter, a word of suicide. Write it to be credible. "

" What? " He answered trembling. " Why, what are you doing here? " He said in
drying himself of the lapel of his sleeve.
" Do what I tell you. "Harold knew that if he wrote this letter he would be
killed later. Then, he opted for the drunk man as he had done so far.
" Write it yourself. " And he turned around on the sink, to clean his mouth
again. A click creaked in his nape of the neck.
" Write. " Harold turned around by tilting on his leg. He grimaced and moved
forward outside his bathroom. " I'm not kidding. "
" Shut up come here rather. " Harold took out a bottle of bourbon of a piece of
furniture and two big glasses. He filled them half and stomped up to the tall
man. He stretched out to him the glass but he remained stoical. Then Harold
began to suck his glass by sticking the other one against the bust of the
agent. He moved forward to his sofa and dropped there. " Come on, drink, you'll
like it. "
The tall man smelt the strong smell emanating from the glass before putting his
lips there. Harold did not like drinking, he kept this bottle for Nathan
usually, he better liked drinking various infusions. The tall man drank his
glass slowly.
" What were you doing with Nathan Ingram ? "
" You saw it didn't you ? "
" Answer the question. "
" Nathan seemed anxious when phoning. He is in full divorce you know. Then I
came to relax him a little. "
" Nathan Ingram is heterosexual. He married a woman and had a child. "
" You take that as a proof, really ? " Harold got up put down his glass,
launched his shoes, unbuckled his belt and moved forward in his bathroom. There
he lowered his pants and his underwear which he threw to the face of the agent,
not to be seen so. " You need other proofs maybe ? " Harold got back his glass
and drank it all, moving forward to his bathroom, hiding his crotch of his
glass. He put on his pants while the tall man questioned him:
" Since how long are you together ? " He asked in looking at the cum on the
clothes of the small man.
" Since when? Do I ask you when you're sleeping with your partners ? " He said
filling another glass clumsily, so nervous he was.
He unbuttoned his shirt with trembling hands. He wasn't going to forget this
night. A rape, an endangerment. He, so chaste, undressed in front of an
unknown, whereas he did not bear any more his body; even his best friend had
not had the privilege to see him naked. The fear twisted his stomach and he was
ready to do anything not to die today. A new personality was born in him. More
aggressive, more obscene, more dangerous for the others and for him and this
worried him. He did not want of this. Harold stopped in the bathroom with his
glass, put it the most delicately that he was able to on the sink and hung on
his hands solidly on the edges preventing any move. He turned and ran a bath.
He sat down on the edge of the bathtub and put his head against his palm. He
tried to suppress his tears, silent, when the tall man arrived.
" Write this letter. I shall help you doing it. "
" Why would I want to commit suicide ? "
" Because you are not satisfied. I've done this job long enough to know when
people are lying. And you sir, lie since the very moment when we arrived in the
offices. " Harold turned to his bathtub always trying to hide by modesty. He
did not like the look of the tall man on his almost bare trunk.
" You will kill me anyway. " Harold leaned on his glass and broke it, cutting
his hand. He crossed spent the fingers stained with blood on his shirt, where
the blood of Nathan had come shortly before. The tracks of their fight were
covered.
" Yes but I can shorten your pain or on the contrary, amplify it. " Harold
turned to his bathtub and cried silently. He let his hand slide in the boiling
water, flooding the wound. " Then. Be reasonable. "
Harold raised slowly his eyes on the man, fixed him and seized a glass piece
under his hand which he tried to crash in the agent. The tall man held Harold's
wrist but this one fought for pulling the tall man towards him. The agent fell
over to the bathtub and came to fall into the bottom. Harold fought but the
agent recovered, pulling Harold with him in the bathtub, he seized him by his
shirt and pushed him under the water trying to drown him. The small man tried
to surface but nothing to do. His back scraped the bottom of the bathtub where
the glass tore up his body. Harold suffocated and contracted his face for a
little of air. All of a sudden, his shirt cracked and allowed him to emerge a
few moments, the tall man got up and made the same click sound as a few minutes
earlier: a knife with well hidden notch. Harold opened big eyes by discerning
hardly the weapon in front of him. The agent dived on him but he tightened the
arm, pushing a big glass end in the throat of the man. They fought a few
seconds but Harold maintained him pushing in more deeply this piece of glass.
Finally the man collapsed on Harold flooding almost him. Harold panted by
looking at the tall man on him. He had manage to kill him but the knife had
crashed in his shoulder, missing his heart from few inches. A growl escaped the
small man while he turned the look. He touched the blade but did not dare to
rip it off. Nevertheless the wound was leaking. He took long inspiration,
letting their blood colouring the water of a deep red tint. Harold saw stars in
front of his eyes, his strengths left him. He tried to breathe but found no
more air, he panted and squeaked by trying to tear away the rest of his shirt
unsuccessfully. He caught the edges of the bathtub trying to get up but it was
too much. He fainted in the water letting his head bouncing on the white
porcelain and his wounds getting bigger.
 
Nathan opened the door with his copy of keys. He silently moved forward to the
door where from the light leaked out. He pushed it a little and saw the scene.
He threw himself on the bathtub and extracted the body of the agent. He knelt
down by discovering Harold stabbed. He caught delicately Harold's body and
lifted him outside the water. He carried him to his lounge where he lengthened
him on a sofa. The big hand caressed the small face in front of him, caring for
the pulse of his friend, Nathan jumped to the bathroom and got back the maximum
of things which he could: towels, medicine, tools. By returning, he caught a
blanket. He lifted Harold, rolled him up in it and removed his clothes to
prevent him from freezing to death. He took a towel which he stuck against the
knife which he seized with another hand and pulled; Harold opened his eyes all
at once while Nathan pressed the wound.
" What, wha-- " He found no more air.
" Breath Harold inhale! " The small man wrinkled his fingers but he did not
manage to concentrate enough to breathe. Nathan hurried to catch coagulants
which he tightened to Harold. " Swallow this, come on! "
But the small man squeezed the jaw. Nathan straightened him and obliged him to
swallow the pills. Harold swallowed with difficulty and suffocated while his
friend took the towel to press there a compress soaked with alcohol. Harold
grumbled by contracting his muscles while Nathan fought for maintaining him in
position. He removed the compress letting Harold pant.
" Nathan I don't want to die "
" You're not going to die, you have no bleeding, with a little luck I am going
to manage to sew you. "
" How's that with a little luck ?! "
" May I remind you that I cannot take you to the hospital ? " Nathan burned the
end of the needle while saying it. Harold caught with the fingertips his
blanket.
" Why am I naked ? "
" If you had remained wet you would have died from cold. " Ashamed, the small
man pulled the lapel of the blanket on his crotch hiding his fleece. He turned
the look but eventually to re-cross the eyes of Nathan when he had turned him
to see his wound. " Don't worry, I take care of you. " Nathan pushed the needle
in the flesh to sew on his friend. Harold jumped and tightened his jaw as the
needle penetrated his shoulder.
" Why are you here ? "
" These people are not government members. You are lucky to be alive. "
" I'd rather die than live this evening again. "
" I understand. "
" No, you have no idea. " Harold turned the head and looked at his friend. " Do
you know that you've got blood behind the skull ? "
" I noticed it. I suppose that I owe it to the agents. "
" No. You may not remember this evening but I do. And you are also lucky to be
alive too. " Nathan looked down.
" Do you want to get rid of these memories ? "
" I would love to. "
Nathan ended to sew the shoulder of the small man and covered it with a big
bandage after what he got up and got back his instruments. Harold sat and tried
to recover. The tall blond guy cleaned his hands and the objects that he had
returned. He looked at the body at his feet and the bathtub. He emptied the
water soaked with blood while stepping over the corpse. Harold remained seated
to contemplate his feet, squeezing the blanket against his belly. He turned the
head by hearing a scraping: Nathan pulled the corpse of the man outside the
bathroom.
" Oh dear." He squeaked in swallowing. He turned again the head to avoid this
horrendous sight. Nathan returned a few moments later and bent to get back the
clothes of his friend. He observed the tracks of blood and cum on these clothes
and raised eyes on his friend.
" What has he done to you Harold ? " He asked approaching. " These traces...
Did he touch you ? " Harold remained static eyes bathed by tears. He did not
pronounce a word and stared at the wall in front of him. Nathan came to sit
down next to him and put a hand in his back. " Harold ? "
" It's not him Nathan, it's you. " He cried. He turned to the great man. " You
don't remember it because I broke the bottle of whisky which you drank on your
skull. You've hurt me so much... "
Nathan did not believe his ears. He got up slowly and squeezed the clothes in
his hands. He disappeared with them and returned. He looked at Harold's back,
sitting in the same position. He suffered. He cried silently. The great man put
his hands in his pockets and caught what he found there. He moved forward to
his friend and squat next to the coffee table. Harold raised his eyes on him.
" I am going to remove everything Harold. There will not be a track anymore of
this evening. And I shall take your memories with me. " He opened the hand.
Harold froze.
" No... Nathan "
" I will give you only a small dose. "
" I don't want to, please, please if you really want to redeem yourself don't
hurt me anymore. " He said panting.
" We agreed when we stole the stocks that these pills would take our memories
if it became too risky. I don't want you to suffer because of The Machine or...
because of me. " Harold trembled. " Take what I give to you and everything will
be well. I promise. " Harold looked at him of his big wet blue eyes. Nathan cut
the capsule in two and took out the powder in a small heap. He divided this
heap into eight parts. He got up and left looking for a glass that he filled
with some alcohol which had drunk Harold. He sprinkled an eighth of the powder
inside it and diluted the drink. He got up and carried the glass to Harold's
lips whom looked at him, worried. " Go on. Down in one. "
Harold put last time this worried look on his friend and seized delicately the
glass which he drank with some difficulties. Once ended, Nathan held him in his
arms until he fell asleep. He left him in the warmth of his blanket.
 
In the morning, Harold opened his eyes on his penthouse: everything was clean.
The light leaked out slowly and he was in the warmth of a small cocoon of
sweetness. But a pain tore his shoulder. He looked at it and seen the bandage.
A note slept on the coffee table:
" I hope that you spent a good evening, these women left you of such claws
marks in the back Don Juan! Sorry to have broken one of your glasses I hope
that your hand cut will soon be cured and don't worry about your shoulder, it
will recover of your heroic actions.
See you soon my Superman,
Nathan. "
Harold did not understand. But apparently, the evening had been particular. He
got up to his bathroom where he watched his scars in the back. He had came last
night, he felt it. These women had to be particular too, as for the glass, it
was an unfortunate loss. The question remained to know for which heroic deed
his shoulder was drilled. He raised his eyebrows, sceptical, then realized that
it was already 10 am. He had to get dressed; Grace would join him for the
lunch...
End Notes
     So did Harold and Nathan got well after this ?
     What do you think ? Did you enjoy this reading ? Let me know.
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
ay it, you refuse to feed
into his god-complex.
Your tongue laps up the reddish tinted fluids, translucent enough that you
aren't freaked out, it doesn't look like blood. Karkat whines because you are
apparently not getting on with it like you're supposed to, so you fuck it,
literally, you are so tongue fucking Karkat. It's hot and wet and slimy and
kind of gross if you think about it too much, but when you're in the moment
like this, you don't actually think about how disgusting you must look with
genetic material dripping down your chin. What you think about his how every
sound Karkat makes goes straight to you dick and makes your heart pound, and
between the two you're feeling light headed, there is not enough blood in your
body. You're the Knight of Blood Karkat, do something.
He does something. He wraps his legs around your shoulders, clawing at the
bedsheets as he just fucking humps your face. He's just totally using you and
it's just so hot, god. You're using all of your best moves, ha, as if you've
really had experience in eating someone out. Either way, it seems to work
because Karkat is just getting so frantic, he can't be bothered to try and
stifle his moans anymore. He's so loud, and you wouldn't want it any other way,
it's just so him. He's getting impatient though, you know it's not enough
he's telling you it's not enough.
"Oh my god Strider why the fuck are you such a goddamned tease just fucking-
" Karkat is cut off by his own moan when you abruptly slide two fingers in with
your tongue. His back arches off the bed, his eyes squeezing shut as he lets
out a hnng sound, and seriously you're totally going to fucking soil
yourself, fuck. You thrust your fingers, sucking at the folds of his nook and
breathing in his scent deeply through your nose as he squirms, stuttering on
the word "fuck" and your name when you curl your fingers in just the right way.
Oh man, you're finding all of Karkat's sweet spots today.
You don't mind it when Karkat suddenly grips your hair, pulling, but not
pulling you off. In fact, you're really fucking into it, shit man this does not
do well for your reputation as the fucker, since when did you become such a
submissive guy? You are not supposed to get off on this, dammit. Nah, maybe you
just like it rough. Yeah, that's it.
Karkat's other hand has moved to his bulge, and he's squeezing more roughly
than he probably should, but at this point you're pretty sure he's the one who
knows what he needs. He does one hell of job showing you too, you're learning
quickly the sex language of Karkat Vantas. A whine when it's not enough, a
series of trills and curses when it feels just right fuck yes right there, and
the few times he gets overwhelmed, he'll shimmy away or pull your hair a little
harder.
You're up to three fingers with Karkat, and you're just so into sucking at his
nook and the base of his bulge that it takes a few harsher pulls of your hair
to get you to stop.
You sit up quickly, looking at Karkat's face in case you did something wrong.
You kind of want to laugh though, as you feel your face is
absolutely dripping with his fluids, god this is so fucking hot. You lick your
lip, it's an added touch, and you can see the spark in Karkat's eyes.
"You're gross," he comments, but you can tell he's totally into it. Regardless,
it feels a little slimy, so you wipe your face off with the back of your hand.
Karkat sits up, whining as he does so, you can tell he really didn't want to
stop, but he's got something else in mind. His hands go to your pants, and
they're quickly shed moments after. Karkat palms you through your boxers, and
you lean back on your hands, groaning and biting your lip. His hand wraps
around your shaft through the fabric, and he strokes hesitantly, which you can
understand why because he jacks off differently than you do, you saw the way he
did it. When you moan in approval though, he knows he's doing it right, and
continues doing so.
He only does this for so long though, and you're mildly disappointed when he
stops.
"Sup?" You ask. It's a generic question, but he knows the meaning in this case.
"I want to try..." Karkat trials off, mumbling something you can't hear as he
pulls your boxers off.
"What?"
"I w-want to try your stupidly deformed bulge in my nook, fuckface."
"Excuse you, my dick is perfectly normal, if not above average," you can't help
but brag, "and you were the one fucking face," you retort, smiling stupidly.
Karkat rolls his eyes as he straddles you, holding back a moan as he simply
grinds against your dick. His bulge eagerly meets Dave Jr, you can tell the two
are going to get along very well. They will get along splendidly, it's going to
be a huge fucking dick party up in here.
It's actually kind of hilarious how prehensile Karkat's tenta-dick is. It kinda
just.. slides around your dick and grips, clearly not willing to part from
it's true love anytime soon. Not that you mind, but Karkat mentioned having
your Blessed Schlong of Utmost Importance in his Nook of God, so you make quick
work of separating the two. Sorry guys, maybe some other time.
Karkat shifts above you, biting his lip as he positions himself over you.
You're expecting a slow descent to allow Karkat to get used to you and
your absolutely magnificent girth, no of course you aren't exaggerating! Back
to the point, a slow descent is not what happens.
Karkat just fucking. Plows down, taking you by surprise, and you really can't
help the loud gasp you emit to match his. Yours is a gasp of surprise, and his
is one of mild pain.
"You okay?" you ask immediately, because you'd never forgive yourself if your
dick destroyed the Nook of God.
"Y-yeah," Karkat stutters, "I'm fine. It feels fucking great," he gasps out,
beginning to grind back and forth on your dick. Personally, you could go more
for some up-down Strider Riding action, but this is really about Karkat, so you
let him have his way.
Besides, his noises and the look on his face could send you over the edge if
you really wanted it to, god he's so fucking hot. You'd never realized how into
Karkat you actually were, maybe because you were in denial. Of course, that
doesn't mean you're about to confess true love or anything like that. This is
just a bros-with-benefits kind of thing, after all.
Or at least that's what it seems to be. You don't know what Karkat's feelings
are for you, and you can't help but notice the part of you that wants it to be
more than just bros-with-benefits. However, your main concern is to just take
care of Karkat, and if this is what taking care of Karkat means, you'll take
it.
You're brought out of your thoughts when Karkat begins to kiss you again. It's
so much softer this time, though. He's doing all of the moving right now, your
hands on his hips but not doing much. He's put his hands on your face,
breathing hard as he kisses you. You moan into his mouth when he bites your lip
in just the right way, and you don't even regret losing your cool. You just
feel so good all over, and being so close to Karkat, so into this is making you
light headed, and you're forgetting how to breathe.
When you notice Karkat reach down to stroke his bulge again, you brush his hand
away, wanting to do it yourself. You move your fingers in a rhythm similar to
the one he's already created, and it seems to overwhelm him in the best of
ways. He loses his concentration, his forehead resting against yours with his
eyes shut as his rhythm stutters, and you can feel his nook contracting around
you. He's close, you can tell, but he also doesn't want to lose it quite yet.
You can tell now, that something has shifted. Before, he'd been desperate, like
he'd want to get it over with, come as soon as possible and be done with it.
Now, though? It's not the case. He's got a decent pace, but it's slower, not
desperate, and he's sensual. His hands explore your body, finding your nipples
and touching them when he realizes what it does to you. You arch your back,
pulling him closer to you and you move your own hips with his. Your bodies
working together, rhythm like clockwork and clockwork has always come so
naturally to you, this is something you've got down to a tee.
You hadn't realized when it started, but Karkat's breathing your name, his
breath coming harder and his hips beginning to move faster.
"Oh god..." he moans, "Fuck Dave, fuck I... oh god."
It's the first time you've actually been paying attention to his mumbling, and
the way he says your name so desperately has you moaning again, your hips
moving of their own accord, bucking into Karkat. He tilts his head back in
pleasure, and seeing his positive reaction, you decide to change positions.
You roll the two of you over so that Karkat is on his back, and you kiss him
softly, nipping at his lip. It's a show of affection before you absolutely
destroy him, because that's what you're going to do.
Not right away, though.
You get how Karkat was moving his hips, probably instinct for how trolls do it.
But now, you want to show him the human way, and from his reaction to the
teaser of it before, you think he'll enjoy it. You pull out until you've barely
got the head of your cock inside him before slowly sliding back in, letting him
get used to the different sensation. You repeat the motion of few times until
he's moving his hips to meet yours, and you take that as a cue to speed it up.
In addition to just the speed, you add force, and this has him whining.
"Fuck fuck Dave don't stop," the troll stutters on his own words, and his arms
are around your neck. He's gripping your shoulders for dear life as you slam
into him, and you're forgetting how to breathe again, light headed and
mesmerized by how sexy Karkat looks right now. It's downright sinful.
You fuck Karkat mercilessly, and you've soon found yourself at the edge but you
don't want to come yet, you want him to first.
"Oh my god," you breathe, words escaping you, "Karkat... shit." You slide your
hand between the two of you, jerking Karkat off at the same speed as you fuck
him, and you're barely hanging on. "Not yet not yet fuck," you groan to
yourself, but it doesn't matter.
You bury your face in Karkat's neck, biting hard as you come, your rhythm
stuttering as pleasure surges through your body. Karkat's not too far off, but
he urges you to fuck him harder, faster as he feels the slowing pace.
"Strider, Dave no don't stop fuck fuck me," he chokes on his own words,
moaning. You really can't disappoint him, but you're oversensitive. You want to
just pull out and finish him off with your mouth, god that would be perfect,
but Karkat doesn't let you. He whines when you try to pull away, and you're
left with no choice but to continue fucking him.
It burns, it's too much, but you suppose that's what he's been feeling all day.
You breathe hard, catching on your own whines as you do, but you don't
disappoint. You speed up, if that's even possible, thrusting into the smaller
male with greater force, and you feel his nails dig into your bag, his legs
tightening around your waist and holding you close.
What happens next surprises you, even more so than a Buzzfeed article would.
You didn't have much experience with multiple orgasms, but that sure is what
you're headed towards. You can feel yourself nearing the edge again, your dick
hard (honestly you don't know why it still is, must be the pheromones) as a
goddamn rock as you fuck Karkat to the ends of the non-existent Earth. He's
moaning louder than he has all night (?), and by the frantic moving of his hips
you know he is close. You work his tenta-dick harder than before, and the dirty
words, the filthy moan he lets out is what has you coming a second time right
as he comes. Maybe it also has to do with the way his nook's tightened around
your cock, it feels so good, you don't really want this to end.
He calls your name when he comes, you're not surprised, but you are surprised
by the amount of genetic fluid that spills out of his bulge and his nook,
soaking his sheets and both of you from the waist down. Your load is very small
in comparison, and you're a little embarrassed, but also way too high on
pleasure to care.
When the two of you come down, breathing hard, Karkat is sighing in relief. And
maybe also disbelief of what just happened.
He winces when you pull out of him, he's probably just as oversensitive as you
are. You're sore, you probably won't be able to jack off for at least three
days.
"You.. you okay?" You ask tentatively. Karkat looks at you, his eyes blank. His
words form slowly, but you get what he means.
"I just... My best friend just fucked me senseless. I'm great."
You have to give him a laugh, sassy motherfucker even in bed.
You turn from humor to weirded out though when you literally watch his bulge
slide back away from sight. Karkat seems happy about it though. "That thing
hasn't been away in forever, I've been to... well. You know."
Your own dick looks worse for wear, like it's covered in blood. Gross. It's a
lighter color than blood, but still gross.
Maybe like you just fucked someone on their period. Not like you would know
anything about it, though.
"We should clean up," you suggest. Karkat raises an eyebrow.
"Have fun with that. I won't be able to move for the rest of the day."
"That bad?" you ask with a smirk.
"I think you bruised my hips," Karkat chuckles softly.
"Probably," you say as you grin, almost proud of yourself. Scratch that, not
almost. Definitely proud of yourself. You just kinda lost your virginity to
your best friend but it's okay, it was a really great lay, porn taught you a
lot.
You decide that since Karkat allegedly cannot move, and you two cannot sit in
this filth, you are responsible for cleaning up. You manage to get a towel for
the troll, having him wrap himself in it and sit in a nearby chair as you
completely captchalogue his bed, replacing it with a newly alchemized one. You
just destroy the old one, Karkat doesn't have a problem with it, and then you
task yourself with the cleanup of Vantas himself. You really want to just sorta
lick him clean but that might be gross and also would just make you aroused
again so you opt out of that option. You resort to wet washcloths, cleaning him
slowly and thoroughly as he tries to stay awake, and then you clean yourself
off.
After that is all said and done, you return to the bed with him, retiring under
fluffy blankets.
"Don't wake me up for at least a week," you mumble to him, burying your face in
his shoulder.
"Only if I need you," he murmurs, and you let the implication of that go
straight over your head in favor of sleep.
You can bang in the morning. You can discuss what you are now in the morning. A
feels jam? In the morning. All you need now is sleep. And cuddles. Sleep and
cuddles.
And in the morning? Maybe you'll tell Karkat Vantas that you love him.
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!