Well Kept short: Broken
Author: Mice
Email: just_us_mice@yahoo.com
Category: LGM, Doggett/Byers 
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Byers ponders his life.
Archive: Basement, Lone Slasher, Countermeasures, XFMU, LGM 
Fanfic Bunker, Glass Onion, FHSA, all others ask.
Feedback: Feed me, Seymour!
Website: Mice's Hole in the Wall -- 
https://www.squidge.org/~surrealarts/mice.html
Mirror: http://www.inkpress.org/~mice
Spoilers: Do they even have those anymore? JTS does NOT 
exist.
Disclaimer: We deserve 'em more than CC does. They still 
belong to him, though.
Author's Notes: This was written for a challenge on the 
DoggettSlash list. The theme is "Broken," write for at 
least five minutes. Set an indeterminate time after the 
short fic "Shed a Little Light."

DOGGETT RESIDENCE
FALLS CHURCH, VIRGINIA
NIGHT 

Broken -- why did he always feel that way? Byers sighed and 
rolled onto his stomach. He thought he'd been broken since 
Susanne had walked into and out of his life, transforming 
it forever. For a long time, he thought the brokenness was 
his heart, but after he'd met John Doggett, he realized it 
was his entire life that had broken.

The world had shattered around him in one strange night. 
Nothing had been the same after. He'd lost everything -- 
his job, contact with his father, his sense of self. There 
were times when he'd wondered if his mind had broken too. 
The man he'd once been would never have seriously 
considered the existence of aliens, clones, interstellar 
conspiracies, the genetic manufacture of super soldiers, or 
a thousand other things he now knew to be true. He had to 
admit that Langly's speculations about Smurfs and the 
impending heat death of the universe were a little over the 
top, but still.

He lay next to Doggett, his Dom asleep and snoring quietly. 
This powerful man had broken him too, but in good ways. He 
smiled as he considered their time together. Tonight had 
been good. The muscles of his ass still rang with the body 
memory of the flogger. It felt delicious.

Doggett had broken his resistance to pleasure, his 
resistance to the idea that he could be happy despite the 
life he lived. He was close to breaking through all the 
barriers Byers had built around himself over the years. 
Though it was frightening, Byers knew he wanted it. 

For the first time, Byers had someone who cared about him, 
who willingly involved himself in the strange life he and 
his friends led. It wasn't just that, though. Doggett 
forced him out of himself, thrusting him into ecstasy with 
an expert combination of pain and pleasure, of demands and 
permission and restraint.

He could still feel where the ropes had bound him only an 
hour or so before. He rolled to his side and traced a 
finger along his flesh where the body harness had held him 
secure, pressing where the knot in the center of his chest 
had rested. It was slightly sore, but good. It reminded him 
of how Doggett had held him by the harness, arms bound 
behind him, and ridden him hard and deep until he begged 
for mercy.

Mercy was a soul-burning orgasm.

His body ached with it, ached for it. He wanted to touch 
his Master, unsure if he should wake him. He would beg 
again; he always did. His pride was another thing Doggett 
had broken -- another breaking that had helped, had given 
him the precious gift of pleasure and the ability to ask 
for what he needed. His Master had given him back a part of 
himself he'd never expected to find, sifted from the shards 
of a broken life. 

Doggett shifted and opened one eye, then focused on Byers.

"Still awake," he muttered.

Byers nodded. He brushed one finger along Doggett's 
cheekbone.

"You want more?" Doggett was a little more awake now, a 
hint of surprise in his voice.

Byers grinned.

"God." Doggett rolled onto his side. "Insatiable slut." A 
tired grin crossed his face.

"For you."

"Bet you'd be a slut for Sergio too."

Byers shivered at the image. He had to admit he found the 
idea... intriguing. He'd never quite let go of the night 
they'd spent at the club in New York and the heat of 
Brentali's mouth on his chest and abdomen as he sat 
sprawled in Doggett's lap.

"That depends," Byers said. 

Doggett raised himself up on one elbow. "On what?"

"On whether you ordered me to serve him, Sir," Byers said, 
his voice low and husky. The more he thought about it, the 
more the idea appealed to him. He'd been emailing Brentali 
about once a week since they met. Every now and then, the 
Italian would offer some fantasy, written to appeal to his 
need to be dominated. Byers always responded with hesitant 
interest, not ready to cross that line yet, though he loved 
reading Brentali's seductions. His Dom would make the 
ultimate decision. They'd talk about it, of course. Doggett 
would know when he was ready.

Doggett's grin broadened, clear in the darkness of the 
bedroom. "You always know just what to say, don't you boy?" 
His arousal was as apparent as the white of his teeth.

Byers rolled onto his back and Doggett moved closer, 
leaning in over him. Yes, Byers liked him like that. He 
could feel his Dom's heat radiating like a forest fire. 
Doggett's mouth found his, kissed him with fierce urgency. 
It was electric. Byers thought of leather restraints as 
Doggett's hand slipped behind his neck and fisted roughly 
into his hair. He was hard and throbbing before the kiss 
ended.

Doggett shoved him toward the side of the bed. "On your 
knees," he ordered.

Byers slipped out of the bed, eager to comply. It usually 
meant he'd get to suck Doggett's thick cock. His heart 
slammed against his ribs and he panted as he knelt. It 
always felt so good. Byers slipped his hands behind him, 
clenched them together. He could hear the sound of a condom 
being unwrapped.

Doggett sat on the edge of the bed before him and offered 
him the condom. "Put it on me," he said. Byers took it in 
his mouth and rolled it on as he slipped his lips down over 
the heated shaft. Doggett moaned appreciatively, his hands 
running roughly through Byers' hair. "Uhhhh, yeah. That's 
it boy. Take it deeper."

Byers' tongue thrust down along Doggett's cock as he sucked 
his Dom in hard.

"Aaaah!" Doggett's hips jerked in answer to Byers' 
ministrations. "God, yeah. Swallow it."

Byers shifted his angle a little and swallowed Doggett 
down, his own cock throbbing with excitement. He wished his 
Master had bound it before they started, but this was hot 
just as it was. Doggett stood slowly, pulling Byers up with 
him, then started thrusting slow and hard. Byers couldn't 
suppress a moan, and Doggett shuddered at the sensation. 

Reaching down, Doggett pinched Byers' nipples hard. Byers 
cried out, muffled by his Master's shaft down his throat, 
and Doggett's pubic bone met his lips. Another rough thrust 
or two and he pulled back enough for Byers to catch a 
breath. Byers panted as he licked and sucked at the head in 
his mouth. Doggett's neck arced back as he groaned.

"Unh, Johnny, fuck, you're good." Doggett's hands were on 
his shoulders and he backed away from Byers' mouth then 
tugged him to his feet. The kiss was almost brutal in its 
intensity. 

Doggett broke away after a few moments, both of them 
gasping. He pulled Byers over to the dresser. "Gonna fuck 
you again," he growled. "Can't get enough of that tight ass 
of yours." 

Byers whimpered, knowing it would be hard and deep. 
"Please, Sir."

"Present your ass, boy." He shoved Byers between the 
shoulders. 

Byers put his hands down on top of the dresser and lowered 
himself quickly, spreading his legs, ass held high. His 
cock throbbed, balls tight against his body. He could hear 
Doggett shuffle around the room, unsure what was coming 
next. He wanted Doggett's touch.

Suddenly, there was a hot, broad hand on his ass. He could 
feel Doggett squeezing and kneading the muscle mass. It was 
good and he relaxed into it. Doggett's hand slipped between 
his legs to squeeze his balls, pulling gently. A moment 
later, Doggett was stroking him, and he thrust into the 
fist with a wild, horny sound. "Unnnngh, yeah."

Doggett let go and slapped his ass. "Don't move," he 
snapped. 

Byers shivered at the sting on his sensitive flesh but 
steeled himself against giving in to this need. "Yes, Sir," 
he groaned. His Master's hand returned, firmer than before, 
drawing another long moan from him.

"Beautiful ass," Doggett muttered. 

Byers felt hot, soft lips near the cleft between his cheeks 
and whimpered again. Smooth teeth grazed him and he forced 
himself not to buck back against the touch. The stroking 
continued, and Byers gritted his teeth, knowing he'd come 
soon if Doggett kept up the pace and pressure.

"What do you want, boy?" Doggett nipped him.

"Aaangh, fuck--" he gasped, "fuck me, Sir."

Doggett laughed, but Byers could hear the catch in his 
breath. "Tell me what you want, slut." More stroking, and 
Doggett's tongue slipped down toward his hole.

"Tongue," Byers said, trying to keep his voice steady 
enough to speak. He was in an agony of bliss, and the tease 
was unbearable. The muscles of his entrance twitched, 
desperate. He needed to be filled.

"That's right boy, say it. Beg for what you want. Tell me 
you want my tongue in your ass." A kiss on his perineum. 
"Tell me you wanna be fucked like a whore." That burning 
tongue over the pucker of his anus and Byers cried out. 
"Tell me how you want it deep and hard, little cub. You 
don't get shit until you beg for it."

Byers wailed, his body trembling under the verbal onslaught 
and Doggett's merciless treatment. "S-sir, please -- rim 
it, oh god --" He gasped as Doggett's tongue traced the 
ring. "Fuck me -- tongue, aaaaaaahhh, in me god in me."

He was losing his mind as Doggett's tongue slipped in and 
he groaned, his fists clenching on the edge of the dresser. 
For a moment he lost the power of speech, but Doggett's 
voice pushed him again.

"Talk, damn it!" Cold lube slicked his ass and one thick 
finger invaded him. "Beg!"

Byers was sure his cock was about to burst. "Uhh god fuck." 
He gasped for breath. "Cock, in me, god hard fuck unh fuck 
me deep, shove it in," Byers babbled. He didn't recognize 
his own voice, and didn't care. His body was screaming for 
release. "M-master please, take me, god fuck me, I'm your 
slut your whore need your cock please hard god jesus do me 
damn it." He was so close.

Doggett slapped his ass again and Byers grunted, the flow 
of words stopped by the tightening of his balls.

A quick breath and his litany began again. "Please please 
make me come, unnngh, god Master take my ass, mark me, I'm 
yours oh god oh fuck oh--"

Doggett slammed into him with a grunt, stabbing hard and 
deep into Byers' body. Byers writhed under him and came, 
screaming as his cock exploded. He was vaguely aware that 
his fingernails were digging lines in the wood of the 
dresser, but nothing mattered except the hot, glorious fuck 
he was getting. 

"Fuck you Johnny, love to fuck you, unh unh, love your ass, 
love your heat." Doggett's voice was intense. His hands 
gripped Byers' shoulders hard, bracing them both as he 
slammed home.  It was everything Byers needed; he submitted 
to the pounding, groaning his ecstasy, still in orgasm. He 
could feel Doggett come inside him, using him for his 
pleasure, his Master's mouth on his neck, weight on his 
back, hot breath in his ear.

He was in bliss, floating. He hardly noticed as Doggett 
carried him back to the bed, cleaned him up and tucked him 
under the covers. Soft kisses brushed his throat, broad 
hands caressed him, and he floated in a tranquil pre-sleep 
trance.

Doggett's touch was soothing now, bringing him down into 
sweetness.

"Beautiful," Doggett whispered. "You're so beautiful, 
babe."

Byers sighed. Broken? Yes, he was broken -- like an egg 
must break so an eagle may be born.

~~end~~