Ficlet: "Mask", Reed/Victor, Rated Adult.
Title: Mask
Author: Sionnain
Pairing: Reed/Victor
Rating: MA
Summary: A porntastic little ficlet about Victor's Doom mask. Yes, really. :) Set pre-Fantastic Four, the first movie, contains no spoilers.
Mask
The mask is in a glass cabinet, now, but it wasn't always. It used to be in the bedroom.
Reed never liked being there at night. Victor doesn't have blinds of any kind--he's up too high, his penthouse, why does he need them?--and it makes Reed feel exposed, like some sort of performer. Maybe that's the real reason why Victor likes the windows bare, because he can see on Reed's face how much he hates it, and Reed is beginning to think Victor's favorite sexual kink is debasement.
There are books written about that sort of thing. Maybe he'll get Victor one, when this debt is repaid, and suggest the man contact a therapist. This can't be healthy.
Victor does not let Reed on the bed. Victor presses Reed up against the glass window, naked and aroused and shamed, or pushes him to his knees on the thick carpet. It's nice and soft, but it doesn't matter after awhile. Even Aubusson leaves burns on your knees when you're kneeling long enough.
It's one of those times, on his knees with his hands clasped behind his back, that Reed first sees the mask. Greenish gleaming metal, it's resting atop the high armoire. Victor has his hand fisted in Reed's hair, and when he pulls back, Reed thinks he's showing off for the damn thing. Then he wonders if this is something Victor's even proud of, fucking Reed, if Reed doesn't even merit the bed. Victor's a strange man.
He wonders idly, his tongue swirling over the head of Victor's cock, if Susan makes Victor put the mask away before she'll go to bed with him. He kind of hope she does. If she's the kind of girl that likes that, though--well, maybe that explains what she sees in him. Reed chokes on Victor's cock and Victor pushes his hips forward with a growl, and his hand in Reed's hair tightens and jerks, and Reed forgets all about masks and Susan and everything else.
It's over between them, for good, the night before they're supposed to leave for Victor's space station. It's the only time Victor fucks him on the bed. Reed turns his head and sees the mask, and wonders why it seems like it's trying to warn him.
"Where did you get that?" Reed asks later, dressing slowly. He's knows it's over. Victor is still naked, lounging on his bed, smoking a cigarette. How typical. Reed wonders if he's taking after-sex lessons from Tony Stark. Stark seems like the kind of guy who smokes in bed. On a bearskin rug or something. Maybe more exotic than bearskin. Zebra. Some type of greater kudu, maybe. Is there enough fur on a kudu--
"What, Reed? Good lord. If you're this distracted on the ship, we're all going to die."
"The mask. Up there. The creepy green thing, that stares at me while--" Reed coughs. "That stares at me."
Victor is looking at him with that half-smirk on his face that makes Reed want to...well, it doesn't matter, does it, because he's going home in ten minutes and he's not coming back. Ever. "I sponsored some program for starving children in Latveria. Where I'm from," he explains, stubbing out the cigarette. He never finishes them. Reed thinks Victor probably only smokes in front of him to look cool. Either that, or he has a really good air circulation system, because the place never smells like smoke--
"Reed."
"Oh. Sorry. I was just thinking about air filtration. And for feeding kids? Wow, that's...kind of creepy. You should--don't you have somewhere else to keep it?"
"Why, Reed," Victor says, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, standing up and stretching with slow, deliberate grace. "I didn't know it bothered you. You should have said something."
"You would have put it on," Reed mutters, raking a hand through his hair.
Victor smiles at him. He doesn't answer, just walks into the bathroom. Reed hears the shower start, hears Victor whistling.
Reed lets himself out.
Author: Sionnain
Pairing: Reed/Victor
Rating: MA
Summary: A porntastic little ficlet about Victor's Doom mask. Yes, really. :) Set pre-Fantastic Four, the first movie, contains no spoilers.
Mask
The mask is in a glass cabinet, now, but it wasn't always. It used to be in the bedroom.
Reed never liked being there at night. Victor doesn't have blinds of any kind--he's up too high, his penthouse, why does he need them?--and it makes Reed feel exposed, like some sort of performer. Maybe that's the real reason why Victor likes the windows bare, because he can see on Reed's face how much he hates it, and Reed is beginning to think Victor's favorite sexual kink is debasement.
There are books written about that sort of thing. Maybe he'll get Victor one, when this debt is repaid, and suggest the man contact a therapist. This can't be healthy.
Victor does not let Reed on the bed. Victor presses Reed up against the glass window, naked and aroused and shamed, or pushes him to his knees on the thick carpet. It's nice and soft, but it doesn't matter after awhile. Even Aubusson leaves burns on your knees when you're kneeling long enough.
It's one of those times, on his knees with his hands clasped behind his back, that Reed first sees the mask. Greenish gleaming metal, it's resting atop the high armoire. Victor has his hand fisted in Reed's hair, and when he pulls back, Reed thinks he's showing off for the damn thing. Then he wonders if this is something Victor's even proud of, fucking Reed, if Reed doesn't even merit the bed. Victor's a strange man.
He wonders idly, his tongue swirling over the head of Victor's cock, if Susan makes Victor put the mask away before she'll go to bed with him. He kind of hope she does. If she's the kind of girl that likes that, though--well, maybe that explains what she sees in him. Reed chokes on Victor's cock and Victor pushes his hips forward with a growl, and his hand in Reed's hair tightens and jerks, and Reed forgets all about masks and Susan and everything else.
It's over between them, for good, the night before they're supposed to leave for Victor's space station. It's the only time Victor fucks him on the bed. Reed turns his head and sees the mask, and wonders why it seems like it's trying to warn him.
"Where did you get that?" Reed asks later, dressing slowly. He's knows it's over. Victor is still naked, lounging on his bed, smoking a cigarette. How typical. Reed wonders if he's taking after-sex lessons from Tony Stark. Stark seems like the kind of guy who smokes in bed. On a bearskin rug or something. Maybe more exotic than bearskin. Zebra. Some type of greater kudu, maybe. Is there enough fur on a kudu--
"What, Reed? Good lord. If you're this distracted on the ship, we're all going to die."
"The mask. Up there. The creepy green thing, that stares at me while--" Reed coughs. "That stares at me."
Victor is looking at him with that half-smirk on his face that makes Reed want to...well, it doesn't matter, does it, because he's going home in ten minutes and he's not coming back. Ever. "I sponsored some program for starving children in Latveria. Where I'm from," he explains, stubbing out the cigarette. He never finishes them. Reed thinks Victor probably only smokes in front of him to look cool. Either that, or he has a really good air circulation system, because the place never smells like smoke--
"Reed."
"Oh. Sorry. I was just thinking about air filtration. And for feeding kids? Wow, that's...kind of creepy. You should--don't you have somewhere else to keep it?"
"Why, Reed," Victor says, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, standing up and stretching with slow, deliberate grace. "I didn't know it bothered you. You should have said something."
"You would have put it on," Reed mutters, raking a hand through his hair.
Victor smiles at him. He doesn't answer, just walks into the bathroom. Reed hears the shower start, hears Victor whistling.
Reed lets himself out.