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charisstoma) wrote2014-09-13 05:58 pm
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Prior Planning
Title: Prior Planning
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1310
Prompt:
Alex came back from getting the paper with a pensive look on his face.
“Something wrong?” Damien asked. “Some earth shattering world news I missed? I know it can’t be local or one of the neighbors would be knocking on our door before this to let us know.”
Alex looked up from reading the note, handing the mail and the late edition of the newspaper over still folded and obviously unread. “How do you feel about ball gags?”
“Ball gags?”
“I think they’ve a wide selection at a coffee house I heard of, Pleasures I think it’s called. They even give you details about the merchandise while you enjoy whatever refreshment you’ve ordered. Here,” Alex handed over the note too. “Seems we made too much of a fair bit of noise last night.”
Fire kindled in Damien’s eyes, “You can’t do a proper exorcism in whispers!”
“Then there’s nothing for it darling,” Alex said, “we’ll have to ask your Father to evict the other tenants from this floor so as not to disturb them next time.”
“Next time! I’ll give them next time! If they can’t handle the noise levels of you getting a good hard fucking the hell out of you, just wait until they are subjected to the real thing.” There were small thin trailings of smoke rising from Damien, reminiscent of a recently snuffed out candle.
“Be reasonable, Dame.” Alex soothed, “we’ll go out for dinner and get coffee and dessert after while choosing a ball gag that’s pleasing. Maybe two or three, I understand that there’s different styles, depending on what kink you want to play with.” He shrugged, “give it a week or two and you contact one of your Dad’s minions about shuffling the tenants around or out of the building. That way no one connects us to your Father’s businesses and court cases arising.”
“Dad owns all the politicians, judges and lawyers,” Damien grinned, “he probably wouldn’t mind if people figured out the connection to him.”
“And if it made it into the national news or worse,” Alex shuddered, “social media…”
“Ah. You could be right. I’ll call tomorrow and see about getting us the whole of the top floor. No cause to raise Hell’s fumes if we don’t need to. Besides I’ll love to fuck you against the glass, your naked body facing the city skylight as I ream your ass.”
Alex looked at him consideringly, “You planned this didn’t you. Lull me into a tame ‘anything you want’ and then spring this on me.”
Damien tried for an innocent look but couldn’t hold in the grin. “How about we go get that dinner and then shopping at that coffee place you mentioned. If they’ve got ball gags then they probably have a lot of other interesting things. Wonder if they’ve got … layaway.”
Pressing a kiss to Damien’s lips Alex murmured, “I love you.” He tweaked one of Damien’s wings, “you planning on going out like that?” he grinned.
The ride that night was muted from what it’d been the night before. Damien rose from the bed, leaving Alex still sleeping and made the phone call to where Alex worked to explain Alex would be in late that day, explaining that they were having to make an unexpected move. He could hear the cringe over the phone and grinned. Places were tough to find at reasonable prices in the big city. Then he called one of his Father’s businesses.
“Luce Real Estate. How may I help you?”
“Marty,” he started, “Damien here. How’s the wife and kids?”
“They’re fine, Sir. And they say hi and thank you. The kids loved the camp you were able to get them into. My wife says thank you too. We’re expecting again. I’ve two teenagers and now a new baby on the way. You’re evil, Sir.”
Damien laughed, “Runs in the family and you could have used protection, you know.”
“We did,” Marty’s voice rose slightly then lowered almost to a whisper, “I think your Father had something to do with it. If I were you, I’d be looking into anti-procreation spells. Darlene had her tubes tied right after the last kid and I had myself snipped. This wasn’t supposed be able to happen. He’s practicing,” was hissed.
“Well congratulations anyway and I’ll keep that in mind,” Damien grinned. “We will be taking the top floor as of today. You kept it empty like I asked?”
“Yes, yes. It’s all arranged. So the note on the door worked then.” Damien could hear Marty’s amusement through the phone. “When do you want me to tell your Father? And when will you be vacated from your present apartment?”
“Should be out by later today but don’t list it until the day after tomorrow just in case. We’ve got an apartment dechristening to do and then an anointing of all the rooms at the new place.” Damien gave an exaggerated sigh. “It’s going to be so hard with all that moving.”
Marty laughed, “I’m sure, Sir. Just remembered what I said. And your Father, when do you want me to inform him?”
“Like you haven’t already? You’re slipping if not. You’ll end up with twins or triplets if you’re not careful.”
There was a brief moment while Marty swallowed, “He was told the moment you asked about the top floor, Sir. Saw him as he walked back into his office. He was swaggering. You be careful, like I told you, Sir, unless you want a bundle of joy of your own.”
“I’ll remember. You and Darlene are great parents. You’ll do fine with a new little one. Children are supposed to keep you young, you know.”
“Yes, Sir, and you remember the Mother’s Curse or in your case the Father’s Curse; May you have children just like you.”
There was a voice in the background and Marty said a quick but professional goodbye. Not before Damien caught the words, “That Damien?” and a smug, “Goooood.” Damien was beginning to wonder if his machinations to move to the top floor weren’t part of his Father’s master plan and then he shrugged. Alex would be cute with a child growing in his tummy and Damien had plans for Alex’s nipples. Still Damien had done his homework well, he knew which spells were available and he meant to see that things would happen on his planned schedule.
At an office on the other side of the city, “Things are moving along, Sir. Just as you intended.”
“They’d better or you’ll be having more than one little addition to your family. Now I came in to escort you down for your appointment with the company’s OBGYN department. I believe you’re due an ultrasound. They’ll give you photos to take home to show Darlene for the baby’s scrapbook. By the way how is Darlene taking your pregnancy?”
“She’s ecstatic and laughing a lot, Sir. She’s so glad she’s not the one carrying. You sure this is safe, Sir?”
“Perfectly safe. Damien’s mother was well enough to ran away and join a monastery almost immediately after giving birth to him. Now he still spends most of his time on his knees but I’m sure it isn’t as pleasurably.” Luce sighed unconvincingly, then seemed to change the subject. “There’s a new hire in accounting. When we’re done with your exam, have his personnel file sent up to me, discretely, please. He looks like he has potential.”
Marty shuddered and then had to lie that, ‘yes, it must be due to a stray blast from the air conditioning’. The new hire, Michael, could have been him twenty-seven years ago but luckily Luce had someone else on his hook at the time. It seemed that his employer, Luce, was feeling broody and Marty wondered how ambitious this Michael was and if he’d want to pay the price.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1310
Prompt:
Alex came back from getting the paper with a pensive look on his face.
“Something wrong?” Damien asked. “Some earth shattering world news I missed? I know it can’t be local or one of the neighbors would be knocking on our door before this to let us know.”
Alex looked up from reading the note, handing the mail and the late edition of the newspaper over still folded and obviously unread. “How do you feel about ball gags?”
“Ball gags?”
“I think they’ve a wide selection at a coffee house I heard of, Pleasures I think it’s called. They even give you details about the merchandise while you enjoy whatever refreshment you’ve ordered. Here,” Alex handed over the note too. “Seems we made too much of a fair bit of noise last night.”
Fire kindled in Damien’s eyes, “You can’t do a proper exorcism in whispers!”
“Then there’s nothing for it darling,” Alex said, “we’ll have to ask your Father to evict the other tenants from this floor so as not to disturb them next time.”
“Next time! I’ll give them next time! If they can’t handle the noise levels of you getting a good hard fucking the hell out of you, just wait until they are subjected to the real thing.” There were small thin trailings of smoke rising from Damien, reminiscent of a recently snuffed out candle.
“Be reasonable, Dame.” Alex soothed, “we’ll go out for dinner and get coffee and dessert after while choosing a ball gag that’s pleasing. Maybe two or three, I understand that there’s different styles, depending on what kink you want to play with.” He shrugged, “give it a week or two and you contact one of your Dad’s minions about shuffling the tenants around or out of the building. That way no one connects us to your Father’s businesses and court cases arising.”
“Dad owns all the politicians, judges and lawyers,” Damien grinned, “he probably wouldn’t mind if people figured out the connection to him.”
“And if it made it into the national news or worse,” Alex shuddered, “social media…”
“Ah. You could be right. I’ll call tomorrow and see about getting us the whole of the top floor. No cause to raise Hell’s fumes if we don’t need to. Besides I’ll love to fuck you against the glass, your naked body facing the city skylight as I ream your ass.”
Alex looked at him consideringly, “You planned this didn’t you. Lull me into a tame ‘anything you want’ and then spring this on me.”
Damien tried for an innocent look but couldn’t hold in the grin. “How about we go get that dinner and then shopping at that coffee place you mentioned. If they’ve got ball gags then they probably have a lot of other interesting things. Wonder if they’ve got … layaway.”
Pressing a kiss to Damien’s lips Alex murmured, “I love you.” He tweaked one of Damien’s wings, “you planning on going out like that?” he grinned.
The ride that night was muted from what it’d been the night before. Damien rose from the bed, leaving Alex still sleeping and made the phone call to where Alex worked to explain Alex would be in late that day, explaining that they were having to make an unexpected move. He could hear the cringe over the phone and grinned. Places were tough to find at reasonable prices in the big city. Then he called one of his Father’s businesses.
“Luce Real Estate. How may I help you?”
“Marty,” he started, “Damien here. How’s the wife and kids?”
“They’re fine, Sir. And they say hi and thank you. The kids loved the camp you were able to get them into. My wife says thank you too. We’re expecting again. I’ve two teenagers and now a new baby on the way. You’re evil, Sir.”
Damien laughed, “Runs in the family and you could have used protection, you know.”
“We did,” Marty’s voice rose slightly then lowered almost to a whisper, “I think your Father had something to do with it. If I were you, I’d be looking into anti-procreation spells. Darlene had her tubes tied right after the last kid and I had myself snipped. This wasn’t supposed be able to happen. He’s practicing,” was hissed.
“Well congratulations anyway and I’ll keep that in mind,” Damien grinned. “We will be taking the top floor as of today. You kept it empty like I asked?”
“Yes, yes. It’s all arranged. So the note on the door worked then.” Damien could hear Marty’s amusement through the phone. “When do you want me to tell your Father? And when will you be vacated from your present apartment?”
“Should be out by later today but don’t list it until the day after tomorrow just in case. We’ve got an apartment dechristening to do and then an anointing of all the rooms at the new place.” Damien gave an exaggerated sigh. “It’s going to be so hard with all that moving.”
Marty laughed, “I’m sure, Sir. Just remembered what I said. And your Father, when do you want me to inform him?”
“Like you haven’t already? You’re slipping if not. You’ll end up with twins or triplets if you’re not careful.”
There was a brief moment while Marty swallowed, “He was told the moment you asked about the top floor, Sir. Saw him as he walked back into his office. He was swaggering. You be careful, like I told you, Sir, unless you want a bundle of joy of your own.”
“I’ll remember. You and Darlene are great parents. You’ll do fine with a new little one. Children are supposed to keep you young, you know.”
“Yes, Sir, and you remember the Mother’s Curse or in your case the Father’s Curse; May you have children just like you.”
There was a voice in the background and Marty said a quick but professional goodbye. Not before Damien caught the words, “That Damien?” and a smug, “Goooood.” Damien was beginning to wonder if his machinations to move to the top floor weren’t part of his Father’s master plan and then he shrugged. Alex would be cute with a child growing in his tummy and Damien had plans for Alex’s nipples. Still Damien had done his homework well, he knew which spells were available and he meant to see that things would happen on his planned schedule.
At an office on the other side of the city, “Things are moving along, Sir. Just as you intended.”
“They’d better or you’ll be having more than one little addition to your family. Now I came in to escort you down for your appointment with the company’s OBGYN department. I believe you’re due an ultrasound. They’ll give you photos to take home to show Darlene for the baby’s scrapbook. By the way how is Darlene taking your pregnancy?”
“She’s ecstatic and laughing a lot, Sir. She’s so glad she’s not the one carrying. You sure this is safe, Sir?”
“Perfectly safe. Damien’s mother was well enough to ran away and join a monastery almost immediately after giving birth to him. Now he still spends most of his time on his knees but I’m sure it isn’t as pleasurably.” Luce sighed unconvincingly, then seemed to change the subject. “There’s a new hire in accounting. When we’re done with your exam, have his personnel file sent up to me, discretely, please. He looks like he has potential.”
Marty shuddered and then had to lie that, ‘yes, it must be due to a stray blast from the air conditioning’. The new hire, Michael, could have been him twenty-seven years ago but luckily Luce had someone else on his hook at the time. It seemed that his employer, Luce, was feeling broody and Marty wondered how ambitious this Michael was and if he’d want to pay the price.