Title: Fucking in the Dark
Author: Moonloon
Email: maryavatar@gmail.com
Website: Amused and Abused
Feedback: maryavatar Rating: NC17
Pairing: Warren/Andrew
Disclaimer: Joss is a God, I am but a follower. I own nothing, I earn nothing. I bow at the altar of Whedon...
Notes: Written for the 'Bring the world to its knees' challenge on Contrelamontre

"Tell me again."  Andrew whispered in the dark.

"Mm?"  Warren was on the warm comfortable edge of sleep.

"Tell me what it'll be like, when we bring the world to its knees."

Warren smiled, Andrew was so easy to please, a few fucks and the promise of love, that was all it had taken.  "After we gain control of the world, we'll live as Gods."  He brushed his lips over the soft skin behind Andrew's ear, and grinned at the shiver it caused.  "Everyone will worship us."

"All will love us, and despair," Andrew murmured.

"Yes."  Warren snaked one hand around to cup Andrew's balls.  "And every night, after we've eaten our fill of steak and fine wines, we'll close the gold-plated doors of our bedroom and I'll fuck you until you can't remember your name."

"Oh – ohhh…" Andrew twitched and wriggled until Warren's hand was over his hardening cock.  "Please."

Warren rubbed his thumb roughly over the head of Andrew's cock, relishing Andrew's half-pained, half-aroused cries.  "You're just like the world, Andrew.  First I brought you to you knees.  Do you remember that?  You knelt down and I fucked your mouth."  Warren lined his cock up against Andrew's ass, still slippery from what they'd done before.  "That's what it's going to be like, we're going to take the world, it's ours.  Just like you're mine." 

"Yours."  Andrew whispered, then yelled as Warren thrust in.

"You worship me, don't you Andrew?"  Warren moved slowly in and out, every so often tugging on Andrew's cock.

"Yes," Andrew gasped.

"You love me and despair."

"Yes."

"You're my world."

Andrew shuddered and came, and Warren rolled them over and thrust hard for a few minutes, before coming with a cry.  A few tissues for minimal clean up, and Andrew curled up, asleep in moments, with a smile on his face.

Post orgasmic haze wasn't the best time to wonder at analogies, but Warren smiled at the thought of Andrew being a small-scale model of his master plan.  He was going to seduce the world, have it lying open for him, and it wasn't going to realise it was just getting fucked in the dark until it was too late to stop.