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16 June 2010 @ 08:38 pm
Nowhere Man fic: Til Death Do Us Part (Tom/Alyson, NC-17)  
Title: Til Death Do Us Part
Author: skyblue_reverie
Fandom & Pairing: Nowhere Man, Tom/Alyson
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Through episode 15, "Jung at Heart"
Warnings: This is dark. Fantasies of: male-on-female dub-con/non-con (mind control), D/s, murder.
Word Count: around 1200
Summary: Now that Tom knows the truth about Alyson, his fantasies have changed a bit.
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to anything whatsoever is purely coincidental.
A/N : My first Nowhere Man fic! I blame credit the hotness that is Bruce Greenwood. This was written for Kink Bingo, for the square obedience. Many thanks to imachar for awesome and speedy beta work!

It won't make much sense unless you're familiar with the show, but I've written up a little backstory synopsis (spoilery, obv). Highlight to read: Thomas Veil is a photojournalist who took a photo of some U.S. military dudes doing Bad, Bad Things. As a result, a shadowy organization (called, conveniently enough, The Organization) has erased his entire life: all record of his existence is gone, and everyone he's ever known acts like they have no idea who he is, including his wife Alyson. At first it seemed like she was coerced into betraying him, then it seemed like she was EVOL, then we found out that she was basically a doll (like from the show Dollhouse) -- she'd been an older woman who was promised (and given) rejuvenation into youth and beauty through some dubious but highly advanced scientific process, but was also implanted with a mind-control device so she could be used as a super-spy/assassin/seductress/what-have-you by The Organization. Let this be a lesson: always read the fine print. Anyway, essentially, The Organization is running an Old Lady Ninja Factory. I kid you not. Only, for all its ridiculousness, the show is actually very dark. /spoilers

He isn't sure which is worse, the knowing or the not knowing.

Before, whenever he thought about her, if he heard her name being called (he'd whip his head around, but it was always some other woman with the same name) or if he caught a whiff of her perfume, he'd be filled with a blinding rage and his dreams that night would always be of punishing her, making her suffer the way she'd made him suffer. Making her hurt. And maybe they weren't dreams. Maybe they were more like fantasies, and maybe he usually had his dick in his hand when he thought about causing her pain, and maybe it was at the moment that dream-Alyson begged for mercy that he'd come like a freight train, feeling empty and hollowed-out afterward.

Now, though, well -- that just isn't very satisfying anymore. It doesn't feel right, thinking about hurting her, now that he knows that she wasn't acting of her own free will. Doesn't mean he's forgiven her, though. He wonders who she was before, whether she left behind a husband, children, grandchildren, in her grab for eternal youth and beauty. Wonders if she even bothered to look behind the pretty promises that were made to her. Then he thinks Fuck it. I don't care.

So he still thinks about her in the nights, in cheap tacky motels with the underlying smell of blood, come, and desperation. He takes himself out and works himself to hardness imagining what he'd make her do if he held the controls to her implant, instead of the bastards who took his life away with her help.

He thinks he'd like to see her naked, on her knees, her long hair tumbling over the vulnerable curve of her shoulders. He wonders if her eyes would flash defiance, or if the implant would smooth out her face into unruffled acceptance, regardless of what seethed beneath. He sort of hopes for the former. He'd like to see the change in her expression as she realizes the full depth of what Tom's planning to visit on her.

He'll start slow. She's always preferred a slow burn anyway. He'll circle her, watching the rise and fall of her ribs under smooth, flawless skin. Stop in front of her and lay a gentle hand on her head, like a priest conferring absolution. Then he'll open his fly, pull out his dick -- it'll still be soft at this point -- and tell her to get to work with her mouth. If she tries to use her hands, he'll tell her to keep them behind her back. He's always loved her mouth, her lips, her tongue and small, white, even teeth.

During their sham of a marriage, she'd usually demurred when he asked for this. He never pushed the issue; he'd been a good husband. Would never have dreamed of pressuring her into something she didn't want. But he hadn't been a husband at all, had he? He'd been a dupe. An assignment. A job. He doesn't owe her any consideration at all.

So he'll tell her to open her mouth. Instruct her to use only the slightest hint of teeth. Make her slurp and suck his cock until saliva is dripping off of her perfect pointed chin in glistening strands. Those wide, generous lips will wrap around him and he'll grasp the back of her skull, pushing in deeper and deeper, sliding in and out until she's gagging. It'll be so tempting to finish like this, to just fuck her throat until tears are streaming down her face and then make her swallow every drop of him.

But no -- he has bigger plans. So he'll pull back, tell her to crawl over to the bed on hands and knees, then have her get up on it and lie on her back for him, hands holding onto the rungs of the headboard, knees bent and spread wide so he can see every part of her. He'll stand by the bedside, running fingertips over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. He'll spend plenty of time on her petal-pink nipples. He'll bend over her and use his mouth on them, sucking and biting gently until they're puckered tight and high and she's panting in helpless arousal.

By this point, he'll be able to smell her, the tart-sweet scent of her need, all of it for him. He won't touch her there, yet, where she most wants it. He'll take a step back, watch her trembling. It's all been leading up to this, and he'll pause for a moment to savor before he asks her. He'll say: Tell me the truth. Do you want me?

And because he's commanded it, she'll have no choice but to obey. To tell him the truth. And because it's his dream, damn it, his fantasy, her beautiful lips will part and she'll say Yes, god, yes even as her eyes show her shame.

Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want, he'll order.

She'll say I want you to make love to me in a voice broken with despair and desire. And he will.

He'll order her not to hide from him, not to hold back her true reactions. And then he'll take her apart, inch by inch, piece by piece, until she's writhing and screaming and begging him for release. She'll say it then, when she's too overwhelmed and too much under his control to even think about resisting. She'll say I love you, Tom and she'll say I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I love you, Tom, only you, always you.

He'll fuck her then, slow and deep and hard, with punishing strokes that make her cry out in combined pain and ecstasy. He'll have broken her by now -- she'll be his entirely, aching to do his bidding, without the need for him to use the implant. She'll repeat her litany of love and sorrow and he'll let it pour over him like a balm. And then -- then he'll come, deep inside of the warmth that he called home for so many years. And he'll lean over, as he's releasing into her, and he'll whisper in her ear. Softly. Tenderly. I don't forgive you. I don't love you. I never will.

Then he'll pull back, clean up, and tell her to stay on the bed, right in that position with her knees spread and his come slowly oozing out of her just-fucked flesh. And she'll look at him, hope kindled that he's going to come back, that she'll have another chance, that she can change his mind and make him love her, the way she did before. So she'll say I'll wait. I'll stay right here. For how long?

He'll say Until you die. And then he'll walk out, locking the door behind him.


How do I feel?: nervousnervous
ellie_pierson: bunny pornellie_pierson on June 17th, 2010 06:51 am (UTC)
I haven't seen all the episodes yet, but considering how much they have screwed up his life, I'd say she deserves that.
Sky: [star trek aos] pike-bruceskyblue_reverie on June 17th, 2010 01:35 pm (UTC)
Hey, thanks for reading! Yeah, Tom's dealing with a lot of rage. I don't think he'd actually do this if given the chance, but in fantasies.... yeah.

*still needs a NM icon, darn it*
imacharimachar on June 17th, 2010 08:43 pm (UTC)
Hmmmm...never did get back to the internet last night, so here I am mid-afternoon saying mmmm.....thanks, love it. You already know the bits I like but I'll just reiterate THIS:

"He'll fuck her then, slow and deep and hard, with punishing strokes that make her cry out in combined pain and ecstasy."
Sky: [star trek aos] pike-bruceskyblue_reverie on June 17th, 2010 11:00 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you so much, for the kind words and the beta job! I'm glad someone likes this, anyway. ;) I guess that's the problem with writing for a non-existent fandom. Well, and with writing really super dark fic. :P
imacharimachar on June 17th, 2010 11:41 pm (UTC)
I don't know if it's the dark thing- I think it's more the non- existent fandom ( well except you and me:) ) this is a niche market if ever there was one.......
wunnerwmn on June 18th, 2010 01:30 am (UTC)
First time I've seen Nowhere Man fan fic. I have the series but haven't watched all of it yet, just the first few. And some of the commentaries with Bruce, heh. Yeah, this is dark, very dark, but then the series is...which is why I can only watch an epsiode or two at a time. I could maybe see Tom thinking about something like this, though.
wunnerwmn on June 18th, 2010 03:15 pm (UTC)
Good heavens Sky, what have you done to me? I've had this on my mind all morning, especially one line in the last paragraph. Gaaaaaaaaaaah. Actually it really is very well written. Kudos.
Sky: [star trek aos] pike-bruceskyblue_reverie on June 18th, 2010 03:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! This made me so happy. It's such a huge compliment to know I've written something that has stayed on someone's mind. Thank you for letting me know!
ennui_blue_lite: Random - insanity soulmatesennui_blue_lite on June 18th, 2010 02:06 am (UTC)
I swear, you never fail to surprise me with your amazing skills, hon. *hugs* I’ve never seen Nowhere Man, and only know about it what you’ve told me, so I can’t comment on the voice, except to say that you’ve got bitter, violent rage down pat. The first time I read this, I didn’t know how far Tom was going to take his fantasy, and for a moment, I forgot that it *was* fantasy, because you’ve written it so evocatively.

This part: “He'll start slow. She's always preferred a slow burn anyway. He'll circle her, watching the rise and fall of her ribs under smooth, flawless skin. Stop in front of her and lay a gentle hand on her head, like a priest conferring absolution. Then he'll open his fly, pull out his dick -- it'll still be soft at this point -- and tell her to get to work with her mouth. If she tries to use her hands, he'll tell her to keep them behind her back.” That just floors me. Your use of language here is perfect. I can see him circling her like a stalking animal, playing with its prey, her before him like a sacrificial victim. Comparing him to a priest, too, both because it gives the scene a feel of ritual, like maybe he’s thought this before, and, well, (not to offend anyone) but a priest in a sexual situation feels predatory as well.

The last line, too, is a total punch to the gut. Killing in one of the cruelest ways possible. Hon, this fic is awesome good, and I’m only sorry that people will miss it because of the size of the fandom.
Sky: [custom] a million storiesskyblue_reverie on June 18th, 2010 04:05 pm (UTC)
LJ FAILS because it didn't give me the notification of this comment until after we said goodbye on chat yesterday. Otherwise I would have given you proper loves and glomps for your unfailing generosity and support. So allow me to do it here: *love & glomp*

This story was a stretch for me in so many ways: doing the "lyrical" language thing, HET, the new (to me) universe, the darkness of the story, and especially the ending. I've never written anything remotely like it. As you said to me, it's kind of a good cathartic release, writing in this 'verse.

I absolutely love your unpacking of that moment that I describe, and as usual, you got exactly what I was trying to convey. I love it when you do that!

Taryn: Seen The Futurehermit on June 22nd, 2010 07:52 pm (UTC)
I'm here from a Google search for Nowhere Man fic. Hope you don't mind my commenting? I have the series on DVD, never missed an episode when it first aired, and OMG - this is fantastic. I can totally see Tom reaching the point where he'd do this (if only in his fantasies). He truly loved Alyson - or thought he did - and her betrayal, regardless of the reason, was such a blow. Probably moreso than anyone else's.

And yes, how freaking hot was Bruce Greenwood in this show? Gah.... *drools*
Sky: [bg] nwm tom alysonskyblue_reverie on June 22nd, 2010 10:01 pm (UTC)
Oh my goodness, I never mind someone commenting - I love getting comments! I'm thrilled that you found this and liked it. I'm still working my way through the eps - somehow I missed it when it was first on, and I'm finding Tom such a fascinating character. I completely agree with you that Alyson's betrayal was more personal than anyone else's, and so definitely was more of a blow.

Oh, MAN Bruce Greenwood was hot in this. Smokin'. Incendiary. *fans self*

Thank you for taking the time to leave a comment for me! Keep an eye out, 'cause I'm working on another NwM fic currently. :)
Tarynhermit on June 22nd, 2010 10:08 pm (UTC)
Oooooh! *waits in breathless anticipation*

The hair, man, and that chest.... I just wanted to lick him and run my fingers through all that glorious hair. The soulful eyes and chisled jaw didn't exactly hurt, either. *wink*

Mind if I friend you?
Sky: [bg] nwm tom smokingskyblue_reverie on June 22nd, 2010 10:37 pm (UTC)
Mmmmmm... agreed about the smokingness that is Bruce/Tom. In fact, I've just recently start a fan community for Bruce Greenwood, called, strangely enough, bruce_greenwood. ;) You'd be more than welcome to join us there!

And yes, absolutely friend me. I shall friend you as well. :)
Taryn: Be Who You Arehermit on June 22nd, 2010 10:51 pm (UTC)
Done (friended) and done (joined)!

You're right, "bruce_greenwood" IS an odd name for a community dedicated to him. *laughs*
imacharimachar on June 25th, 2010 05:54 pm (UTC)
Oh well done Sky....you pulled another NwM fan out of the woodwork, that makes what four of us now? Maybe five?
Sky: [bg] nwm tom fadeskyblue_reverie on June 25th, 2010 08:14 pm (UTC)
\o/!!! Woo!

Maybe we can dream of someday being a fandom of ten... :D