Fic: Lights, Camera, Action
Title: Lights, Camera, Action
Pairings: Linkara/Spoony/Critic, Spoony/Critic, Linkara/Insano, Spoony/Insano, other pairings implied.
Rating: R for smut, swearing and disturbing things implied. Hooker!Verse, people, what’d you expect?
Word Count: 2,050
Disclaimer: Only the Verse is my baby. The rest should be glad they’re not.
A/N: Kickassia distracted me, okay? But it’s finally up, hope you all like it and don’t worry if you don’t recognize who some of the italiced lines belong to (and yes, they all belong to different people), you’ll find out in time.
It’s stupid, so unbelievably stupid. But she hears something roar at her in her dreams and she always jolts awake, her fingers scrabbling for a best friend that went away a long time ago.
It had been an unnaturally hot week in Chicago and Spoony couldn't take it anymore. Today had been even worse. Scarlett in a business suit with those legs that went on forever was bad enough. Scarlett chewing on a salad for lunch while she looked over a report with those reading glasses on was pure torture.
So that was why he swallowed his pride and asked Insano for a favor as soon as he got home.
"When you go out tonight, take me with you?"
Insano looked up from his great, important task of making test tubes explode and cackled with amusement. "Is the heat making you horny?"
Spoony opened his mouth to respond with a scathing remark but he was stopped short by Insano looking down and smirking. "Never mind, I can see very clearly," he snarked.
He blushed a bright shade of red. This was why baggy jeans were far better than work pants. “Can we go after I get changed?"
"Patience, oh horny one!" Insano said with glee. "It's a Friday. They'll be busy. I'll take you there later."
He squeezed the pink stress ball that Insano liked sometimes - when he was very, very high - to call his son. "This had better be worth it," he muttered in frustration.
"It will be, I promise... and get your hands off my son!"
***
It was two in the morning when he got whapped awake. His eyes opened and they were met with a swirly set of goggles inches away from his face. The effect was creepy.
"Time to go!"
"Now? But I'm tired, it's too late," he whined.
Insano didn't listen to him, instead going to his wallet on the table and pocketing a five hundred.
"We'll take the car. Want me to drive?"
That did the trick. He almost leaped off the couch and got his jacket, now wide awake. "I'm not letting you near the steering wheel. Just gimme directions."
Insano grinned, opening the door for him. "I'm astounded by your faith in me."
***
Apparently this wasn't the kind of place that had a parking lot. They had been driving down a street that really needed some motherfucking light when Insano had barked an order to pull over on the curb.
"If we come back to find a parking ticket, I'm never giving you money again."
Insano pulled his arm excitedly, like he was a child going to an amusement park. "You never give me money, anyway. And it'll be fine."
She hates this place; she hates the groping, she hates the leers, she hates the obvious power hierarchy. It's only Y rubbing her shoulders and kissing her neck that stops her from burning the entire place down.
He hated this area already. The few people drifting around alleyways and corners looked either homeless, drunk off their ass or like they wanted to stab someone. But the happy smile on Insano's face when they got near a small-but-bigger-than-the-rest, dimly glowing club wasn't faked and he could like whatever cheered him up so much, even if it wasn't him.
"Fantastic! Slow night!"
And it was. Regardless of the numerous amounts of tables and the turned-off DJ system onstage, there were only a few guys around. One with tied-back long hair behind the bar and cleaning up and two guys that so obviously worked here; one that had been standing by a wall whose expression went from bored to matching Insano's happy when they'd walked in and the other was sitting on a table, swinging his boots and watching them curiously.
She goes home every night, makes herself sweet and clean, and then calls her brother to wish him a good morning before he goes to work. He's the only one she talks to from family anymore.
While Insano dragged the fedora guy behind the door for what he could only assume was a quickie before he got his turn, he went over to hang out with the miniskirt man. Even if he was all about the pussy, he could never resist a pair of long legs.
"Are you two the only ones who work here?"
Miniskirt scoffed, still looking at him up and down. "Fuck no."
Those heels could possibly kill someone, he pondered. "So where are the rest?"
She fingers the old, unworn-for-ages jumpsuit in her closet and can't even remember the time when she would never stop wearing it.
The guy waved his hands in an "it's complicated" way. "Either at home or getting ready to. Not many wanted sex tonight and me and the other guy tend to get in money trouble when that happens."
His eyes fell on the battered, red tie and he stroked his thumb across the frayed edges, conjuring up images on how he could use it as the man sucked in a breath.
"Speaking of that other guy, has he always worked here?" Insano would kill him if he found out that Spoony had probably had a go with his usual lay before him.
Miniskirt met his eyes firmly and grabbed his hand, rubbing slow circles on his wrist with his thumb. "Yeah. He's just doing this for a college job, nothing serious."
He feels filthy and dirty. But he puts the payment in his pocket and tells himself that he'll never need to do this again.
He let go of the tie and planted his hands on the table, trapping him. "And what about you?"
Long fingers crept around the back of his neck and there was a shiny-lipped smile. "You didn't come here to find out hookers' backstories."
Before he could open his mouth, Insano answered for him. "He came here to get laid, of course!"
The guy slid off the table and rolled his eyes. "I never could have guessed."
Insano hit back lightning fast. "Don't you have a ditch you could be found in?"
She does try looking after the people she works with, obviously she does, but she knows she's not as good at it as the Chick. And she'd rather keep her morals than end up like her.
While he was more than content to see a complete stranger get into a bitching contest with his roommate, fedora guy apparently wasn't. "You two knock it off or I'll pistol-whip you both at the same time." At his co-worker's raised eyebrow, he added "Oh yeah, I can do that now." with a proud grin.
Laughing at Insano's pouty expression, he went over to tease him some more while miniskirt grabbed fedora's arm and dragged him off for a hissed conversation in the corner.
("Linkara, I just saved your fucking ass. So would you at least make Insano leave me the fuck alone?"
"Were you not in that conversation? You started it."
"Whatever. Just gimme some of your stuff later."
"Work for it like I do."
"You fucking waste of...")
"So what did we actually come here for, again?"
Insano adjusted his coat, trying yet failing to look professional. "To get you laid, like I said."
She shouts, screams, tells her that this is all her fault... anything to get that smirk off her face. But they both know what will happen in the end; she'll kneel and treat her like salvation.
"Uh-huh... you brought me here to watch you getting laid. Admit it."
Going red a little, Insano fidgeted with his stethoscope. "Patience! Needed! Who do you want to get laid by?"
He turned his head to look at the two men, who were leaning by the bar with what he could have sworn were practiced, matching looks of arousal and infinite patience. He shrugged it off and went back to Insano. "I'd do 'em both."
Insano grinned knowingly, fingering his stolen money. "The glasses kink?"
It was his turn to go red. "Maybe a bit."
"Hey, you two! Want to both make some money?"
Even he knew that was a stupid question to ask when you were dealing with hookers. They came over and miniskirt took his arm like he was his trophy date for a posh party while fedora raised his t-shirt, placing his warm, firm hand on the small of his back. Insano was giggling and he was flustered-red with the realization that they were in complete control.
Everything is white and everything is noise. And he can't open his mouth to tell them how much he needs to stay.
The fedora guy was whispering in his ear. “Want to go downstairs? Much more private…” His hand went to his crotch and grabbed the bulge on the last word, eliciting a gasp. “Much more fun.”
Miniskirt snickered and grabbed his hand, leading the way to the backroom that stunk of sex. Fedora pushed him into the middle of the room and made him raise his arms, pulling his t-shirt over his head and giving him a hard bite on his shoulder. Miniskirt sunk to his knees (so that was the reason for thigh-highs, a logically distant piece of his brain figured out) and started to undo his belt, smirking up at him all the while.
He's not like Critic and Linkara. He likes them but he's not like them. He never will be and he never wants to be.
Amidst the fog, he could see a smug-looking Insano sitting on some boxes by the wall, his legs open and his hand stroking his scrub-clad crotch. “Make it worth it, guys.”
“That was the plan,” he could hear someone say. He was sure it was the man behind him, because the guy in front of him was suckling at his inner thigh, working his way upwards tortuously slow.
And then there was tongue. Hot and wet and teasing and why the hell he didn’t demand Insano to take him here sooner he had no idea.
"Dude, why do you keep hogging the blowjobs?"
Miniskirt hummed happily in response, sending vibrations all the way up his body and making his legs nearly buckle. A snort from Insano spurred fedora's fingers to move from his chest to trail down his stomach to finally cupping his balls. He was kneeling down now too, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive areas of his crotch with his other arm slung around his waist.
She knows that in this lifestyle you need someone to love you. And she's so thankful that she has two sets of hands, mouths and reassurances to get her through everything.
"Shhh," he said, nibbling at his hip when he let out a moan. "You're in good hands here."
He opened his eyes to look over at Insano. Bastard has his cock out, grinning smugly and making no secret of how much this was getting him off.
“I… I can’t take this anymore.”
Fedora smacked his ass and miniskirt came deeper forward, digging his nails into his thighs and letting the cock hit the back of his throat.
“Then let’s finish this,” fedora whispered in his ear, seductive and tempting. “Pull on his tie.”
For once, he was more than happy to follow orders. He pulled on the tie like it was a horse’s reins and a few things happened all at once. The man behind him yanked his hair to one side and bit down on his neck, drawing blood. The man on his knees took all of his cock in, with panting breaths hot on his skin. And Insano let out a whimper of his own.
Then his world went white.
***
After they came out - Insano making sure to get another quick grope in of a much more exhausted-sounding fedora-wearing-hooker and having to be told to hand over the fucking money by the other man who looked ready to kill - he was delighted to see his car still in one piece.
"So? Worth it? Are you coming back with me?"
He'll come back. Nothing will change. He won't think any less of him when his mission is over. He knows that, he hopes for that, he prays for that.
Grinning at Insano's excited bounciness, he nodded. "Just give it a few days."
She had to get out of here. Before she lost herself completely.