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Brethren, Chapter Six
Title: Bretheren
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Pairing: DM/VM, perhaps others
Rating: up to NC-17, this part PG-13
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saura_
Disclaimer: If this is real then I must be really confused.
Summary: Elijah meets with Minister Sean Bean.
AN: Wow, has it really been 2-1/2 weeks? Um, oops?
Previous Chapters
“Sean, buddy, mate, old pal, how’s it going?” Elijah leaned confidently in the doorframe, his tone sarcastic as he announced his presence to the minister reading through statements at his desk.
“Elijah.” The minister’s tone was cold, his eyes focused sternly on the young rascal whom he knew all too well. Elijah smiled weakly as he stepped into the small room, then lowered himself into the wooden chair facing the older man with a dramatic sigh.
“C’mon, Seanie. Let’s make this quick, eh? You and I both know…”
“Perhaps, Mister Wood, you should not be so quick to assume what commonalities you and I share,” Sean interrupted, his harsh gaze unwavering. Again, Elijah sighed, clasping his hands in his lap as he leaned forward slightly in his chair.
“I don’t know, Sean. Last time we met…”
“There will be no discussion of last time, Mr. Wood. Don’t make your punishment worse by exacerbating my mood, boy.” Elijah’s eyes glimmered a bit, his posture unwavering, leaning in just a bit more to test the man’s ease. He met Sean’s hard look with a playful one, refusing to cower under the attempt at intimidation.
“Come on, Sean. It was just a little innocent ride in the woods. Don’t tell me you haven’t ever wanted to have a little innocent fun yourself?” Sean growled at Elijah’s choice of words and leaned in challengingly, his face a fraction of an inch from Elijah’s but his expression much less jovial.
“Such insinuations, Mr. Wood, are hardly appropriate for a boy of your standing. Do I make myself clear?” Elijah met the older man’s gaze for half a minute, then slowly let the corners of his mouth curl into a smile. Oh, he was getting to the minister all right. He knew exactly which buttons to push, and how hard.
Leaning back into his seat without releasing the satisfied smile on his features, Elijah shrugged his shoulders, palms turned upward in an innocent gesture. “I don’t know, Sean. I wasn’t insinuating anything. I believe you were the one to draw such conclusions.”
Sean just stared, and then leapt from his seat, pacing back and forth in the small room, dusting his hands against each other as if trying to rid them of some invisible grime. “We are here to discuss your punishment, Elijah. Not to play games.”
“Who said I was playing?” Elijah’s posture had now reverted to a comfortable slouch, arms crossed casually at his chest, and he felt very much at ease as he watched the flustered minister pace in front of him. Sean, he knew, had only one method of handling things. If intimidation by size and age failed, then he was utterly lost for a way to tame Elijah. Elijah had used this knowledge to his advantage before, and he didn’t expect it would fail him now.
“Don’t toy with me, young man, or things will be much worse for you. I know Viggo treats you like a piece of very valuable glass, but he and I are not of the same opinion on that matter.”
“I don’t want you to treat me like glass, sir,” Elijah replied mockingly. “I won’t break.”
“So sure of yourself, boy,” Sean muttered, seemingly speaking to himself and not to Elijah at all as he faced the corner of the room. Drawing a deep breath, he seemed to make an internal decision and whipped around suddenly, leaning forward and placing his hands on each arm of Elijah’s chair, looming over him in a posture that was meant to be intimidating but only drew an amused smirk from Elijah’s face.
Oh, I’m going to enjoy wiping that cute little smirk right off his face, Sean thought as he watched Elijah try to maintain his confidence. I haven’t lived on this settlement since the beginning for nothing.
“Elijah. I’ve let you play with fire far too long,” he continued aloud, tone low and dangerous. “This time, boy, you’ve crossed a line. I couldn’t give a rat’s arse what you do with your own time, but your blatant corruption of a recently arrived youth is absolutely unacceptable.” His voice was low, gravely, and quite intense. Elijah’s every muscle went taut in a conscious attempt not to shiver under the man’s direct gaze, and he fought not to back down, forcing an amused smile to his lips.
“Trying to scare me won’t work, Seanie. You know that.”
“That’s Minister Bean, Elijah!” Again, Sean appeared rattled, and he removed his hands from the arms of Elijah’s chair as if he had been burnt, once again turning to the corner to collect himself. Smiling, Elijah rose silently from his seat and stopped just behind Sean, close enough so that if he leaned forward a bit his chin would be on Sean’s shoulder blade.
You can’t hide behind your God forever, Sean, Elijah thought to himself. Leaning in to be sure his breath just grazed Sean’s earlobe, he lowered his voice to a whisper, feeling Sean tremble slightly beneath the tickle of air on his skin. “Why are you so afraid of me?”
Sean whipped around again with a disgusted growl, eyes flashing, but looked momentarily shaken again when the movement placed him scant centimetres from Elijah, looking down on him with anger but in a somewhat uncomfortable proximity. Elijah, however, looked positively triumphant, and at that moment Sean would do anything to rattle the overly confident youth. “I will never be afraid of you, Elijah,” he bit out, and grabbed Elijah’s wrist to emphasize his point, yanking the boy almost against his body as if to prove that the closeness couldn’t intimidate him. “You have yet to learn the meaning of fear.”
They stood in this position for several heavy moments, and then Sean released Elijah, turning again to the wall as if to signal the conversation’s end.
“Two weeks labour,” he announced, quietly. “You will meet with Viggo every three days for discussion and prayer. And you are not to see the young Dominic unless your duties demand it.”
“That all, sir?” Elijah asked with a smirk.
“Yes. No… you are not to see that William Boyd, either. Or ride to the Indian settlements, under any circumstances.”
Elijah grinned, careful to keep his tone soft but sensing the implied message. “What is it that you think I do with Billy and the Indians… sir?”
“Elijah. Don’t ask me questions you know the answer to.” Sean’s tone was equally level, not turning from his corner, hands clasped tightly behind his back. The tense musculature of his neck stood out in sharp relief from his white collar, and Elijah licked his lips as he schooled himself to remain still. He and Sean were both aware of what the purpose of their previous encounter had been, a report from a woman in the community that she had seen Elijah engaging in “improper” relations with a young Indian male behind the cabin of one Billy Boyd. The account, in reality, had been embellished considerably by the young woman. Her own presence in the woods with a single male member of the community was furthermore somewhat questionable, but that didn’t keep Elijah from using the accusation to rattle Sean a bit. Yes, he had quite enjoyed discussing the finer points of sodomy law with Minister Bean, and knew now first-hand what it took to make Sean squirm.
“And Viggo? Why shouldn’t I meet with you personally for reflection, sir?”
“Don’t question me, boy. You’re needed in the halls, now. You’re on serving duty for lunch.” Elijah grinned and left quickly, allowing Sean to be alone with his thoughts. Nothing like a little playing with the superiors to alleviate one’s foul mood, he thought triumphantly.
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Pairing: DM/VM, perhaps others
Rating: up to NC-17, this part PG-13
Beta:
saura_Disclaimer: If this is real then I must be really confused.
Summary: Elijah meets with Minister Sean Bean.
AN: Wow, has it really been 2-1/2 weeks? Um, oops?
Previous Chapters
“Sean, buddy, mate, old pal, how’s it going?” Elijah leaned confidently in the doorframe, his tone sarcastic as he announced his presence to the minister reading through statements at his desk.
“Elijah.” The minister’s tone was cold, his eyes focused sternly on the young rascal whom he knew all too well. Elijah smiled weakly as he stepped into the small room, then lowered himself into the wooden chair facing the older man with a dramatic sigh.
“C’mon, Seanie. Let’s make this quick, eh? You and I both know…”
“Perhaps, Mister Wood, you should not be so quick to assume what commonalities you and I share,” Sean interrupted, his harsh gaze unwavering. Again, Elijah sighed, clasping his hands in his lap as he leaned forward slightly in his chair.
“I don’t know, Sean. Last time we met…”
“There will be no discussion of last time, Mr. Wood. Don’t make your punishment worse by exacerbating my mood, boy.” Elijah’s eyes glimmered a bit, his posture unwavering, leaning in just a bit more to test the man’s ease. He met Sean’s hard look with a playful one, refusing to cower under the attempt at intimidation.
“Come on, Sean. It was just a little innocent ride in the woods. Don’t tell me you haven’t ever wanted to have a little innocent fun yourself?” Sean growled at Elijah’s choice of words and leaned in challengingly, his face a fraction of an inch from Elijah’s but his expression much less jovial.
“Such insinuations, Mr. Wood, are hardly appropriate for a boy of your standing. Do I make myself clear?” Elijah met the older man’s gaze for half a minute, then slowly let the corners of his mouth curl into a smile. Oh, he was getting to the minister all right. He knew exactly which buttons to push, and how hard.
Leaning back into his seat without releasing the satisfied smile on his features, Elijah shrugged his shoulders, palms turned upward in an innocent gesture. “I don’t know, Sean. I wasn’t insinuating anything. I believe you were the one to draw such conclusions.”
Sean just stared, and then leapt from his seat, pacing back and forth in the small room, dusting his hands against each other as if trying to rid them of some invisible grime. “We are here to discuss your punishment, Elijah. Not to play games.”
“Who said I was playing?” Elijah’s posture had now reverted to a comfortable slouch, arms crossed casually at his chest, and he felt very much at ease as he watched the flustered minister pace in front of him. Sean, he knew, had only one method of handling things. If intimidation by size and age failed, then he was utterly lost for a way to tame Elijah. Elijah had used this knowledge to his advantage before, and he didn’t expect it would fail him now.
“Don’t toy with me, young man, or things will be much worse for you. I know Viggo treats you like a piece of very valuable glass, but he and I are not of the same opinion on that matter.”
“I don’t want you to treat me like glass, sir,” Elijah replied mockingly. “I won’t break.”
“So sure of yourself, boy,” Sean muttered, seemingly speaking to himself and not to Elijah at all as he faced the corner of the room. Drawing a deep breath, he seemed to make an internal decision and whipped around suddenly, leaning forward and placing his hands on each arm of Elijah’s chair, looming over him in a posture that was meant to be intimidating but only drew an amused smirk from Elijah’s face.
Oh, I’m going to enjoy wiping that cute little smirk right off his face, Sean thought as he watched Elijah try to maintain his confidence. I haven’t lived on this settlement since the beginning for nothing.
“Elijah. I’ve let you play with fire far too long,” he continued aloud, tone low and dangerous. “This time, boy, you’ve crossed a line. I couldn’t give a rat’s arse what you do with your own time, but your blatant corruption of a recently arrived youth is absolutely unacceptable.” His voice was low, gravely, and quite intense. Elijah’s every muscle went taut in a conscious attempt not to shiver under the man’s direct gaze, and he fought not to back down, forcing an amused smile to his lips.
“Trying to scare me won’t work, Seanie. You know that.”
“That’s Minister Bean, Elijah!” Again, Sean appeared rattled, and he removed his hands from the arms of Elijah’s chair as if he had been burnt, once again turning to the corner to collect himself. Smiling, Elijah rose silently from his seat and stopped just behind Sean, close enough so that if he leaned forward a bit his chin would be on Sean’s shoulder blade.
You can’t hide behind your God forever, Sean, Elijah thought to himself. Leaning in to be sure his breath just grazed Sean’s earlobe, he lowered his voice to a whisper, feeling Sean tremble slightly beneath the tickle of air on his skin. “Why are you so afraid of me?”
Sean whipped around again with a disgusted growl, eyes flashing, but looked momentarily shaken again when the movement placed him scant centimetres from Elijah, looking down on him with anger but in a somewhat uncomfortable proximity. Elijah, however, looked positively triumphant, and at that moment Sean would do anything to rattle the overly confident youth. “I will never be afraid of you, Elijah,” he bit out, and grabbed Elijah’s wrist to emphasize his point, yanking the boy almost against his body as if to prove that the closeness couldn’t intimidate him. “You have yet to learn the meaning of fear.”
They stood in this position for several heavy moments, and then Sean released Elijah, turning again to the wall as if to signal the conversation’s end.
“Two weeks labour,” he announced, quietly. “You will meet with Viggo every three days for discussion and prayer. And you are not to see the young Dominic unless your duties demand it.”
“That all, sir?” Elijah asked with a smirk.
“Yes. No… you are not to see that William Boyd, either. Or ride to the Indian settlements, under any circumstances.”
Elijah grinned, careful to keep his tone soft but sensing the implied message. “What is it that you think I do with Billy and the Indians… sir?”
“Elijah. Don’t ask me questions you know the answer to.” Sean’s tone was equally level, not turning from his corner, hands clasped tightly behind his back. The tense musculature of his neck stood out in sharp relief from his white collar, and Elijah licked his lips as he schooled himself to remain still. He and Sean were both aware of what the purpose of their previous encounter had been, a report from a woman in the community that she had seen Elijah engaging in “improper” relations with a young Indian male behind the cabin of one Billy Boyd. The account, in reality, had been embellished considerably by the young woman. Her own presence in the woods with a single male member of the community was furthermore somewhat questionable, but that didn’t keep Elijah from using the accusation to rattle Sean a bit. Yes, he had quite enjoyed discussing the finer points of sodomy law with Minister Bean, and knew now first-hand what it took to make Sean squirm.
“And Viggo? Why shouldn’t I meet with you personally for reflection, sir?”
“Don’t question me, boy. You’re needed in the halls, now. You’re on serving duty for lunch.” Elijah grinned and left quickly, allowing Sean to be alone with his thoughts. Nothing like a little playing with the superiors to alleviate one’s foul mood, he thought triumphantly.