29 Days of Smut 2016
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A self-imposed challenge of my own creation, running from February 1, 2016 to February 29, 2016. I only plan to start these stories (producing around a thousand words for each), not to finish them within the month.




















Flexible [3/?]
Date: 2016-04-06 10:38 pm (UTC)"You should probably try it," came the second interruption, and Simon fell silent, startled by the other victor's words. He was definitely going to need to hear the logic behind that one. "If you let them take you over like that--if you let them limit your sexuality to what they want instead of what you want, you're gonna end up fucked mentally instead of physically. That's why we fuck each other--or why some of us do, at least. Maybe people Cain and Izzy, who're getting what they want from the Circle anyway, don't need to, but some of us need to find people more willing to indulge in our own interests."
Simon stared at him. It was, surprisingly, not the worst logic he'd ever heard--but far from the best. There was a loud, vocal part of him that wanted to say no, to throw in the towel and admit that the Circle had all but ruined sex for him entirely, that there wasn't going to be any coming back from what had been doing to him.
And yet what Sam was suggesting--reclaiming his sexuality like that--made a certain amount of sense, too.
"So, is that it?" he asked finally. "Izzy and Cain fuck the Circle, and, what, you and I are supposed to fuck Gwen?"
Sam laughed, not particularly mockingly, but Simon frowned nevertheless; he was fairly sure he was being laughed at, not with. "Well, you're going to have to track her down and ask her first, but I wouldn't be surprised if she said yes."
Simon scowled. The idea that she would reject him was an unwelcome one, and yet it was a scenario he could easily see happening; she was no doubt as furious about her treatment as he was, and perhaps she'd be more than pleased with the opportunity to reject him just to reassert that she could. It was what he would do in her position, he suspected, and yet he had no interest in playing the opposite part; he certainly wasn't going to try to woo the woman. Not like this. "And if she says no?"
Sam shrugged. "There are three other victors to choose from," he said simply. "If you and Gwen can't work something out, I'm sure you and someone else can."
Simon felt himself blushing faintly before he even realize he'd caught on to the meaning of the other man's words. "I'm not--"
"Yeah," Sam agreed, and yet somehow it sounded like a dismissal. "I thought so, too. But it turns out I'm a lot more flexible than I realized."
Simon's blush only deepened, but there was a surge of frustrated anger along with the embarrassment. "And I'm not."
Again, Sam shrugged. "I'm not saying you are. I'm only talking about me here. And for me… well, I was young and not particularly outgoing, and I hadn't considered whether I was interested in men. I knew I liked women--their curves and their voices and, of course, what they had between their legs--but I'd never really noticed men." He gave Simon a rather cold smile. "I noticed them after the Circle got their hands on me, though. There wasn't any way I could avoid noticing them."
Simon frowned at him. "Where the fuck are you going with this? What, you didn't see the merits of dick until someone forced one into you?"
If Sam was offended, his face didn't show it. "Not quite, no. But the things they were forcing me to do--the things they are forcing me to do… Well, I couldn't help but think that perhaps I would've enjoyed to discover them consensually. So eventually, once I sorted out all those twisted up moral dilemmas we all go through after… after this, I decided to try it out with someone I trusted."
"Not Cain?"
"No," Sam said, shaking his head with an almost sad little smile. "Not Cain. I didn't trust him then, and I barely trust him any more now. I went to one of the older victors, and after a while, I was sure. I liked having sex with men almost as much as women. It didn't make the rape any easier, but I like to think I was a bit more comfortable about myself."
"I'm not uncomfortable with myself," Simon protested. "And I don't enjoy having sex with men."