sparklebutch

Title: A Vision in Leather and Lace
Fandom: Once a Thief
Pairing: Vic/Mac, in a way
Point: For Sue, who is not tired yet of the kink de jour.

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Li Ann approached him, graceful and intimidating in a black leather corset, circling him but never touching, never nearing enough for him to grab her. Her smile seemed cruel to him, her beauty cold. This was the woman he had wanted to marry. He looked at her slight frame and knew the deadly power in these sculpted limbs.

She disappeared in the shadows and another figure appeared, taller, broader. Mac. Victor didn't like the man, partly because he was unpredictable, unreliable; but this scene was a big surprise, even considering everything else. Mac was wearing the same type of leather corset Li Ann did, and he looked every bit as arrogant and confident as he did in those over-priced suits he favoured.

He started circling Vic, like Li Ann before him, but instead of walking away shortly after, he was getting closer and closer. Vic gulped, and his hands clenched on the leather-covered seat of the plush sofa. Mac's arms held him as the man leaned over, and Vic could see with fascination the hairs on the flat muscles above the lacy edges of the corset. It made him want to lick it.

Mac straddled him and, sporting a smug grin, took a pair of handcuffs from somewhere, placing Vic's hands together in front of him. Vic's cuffed hands, trapped between their bodies, had no choice but to rub against both his own and Mac's erections as Mac leaned forward to kiss him full on the mouth. He found to his near-horror that he maddeningly enjoyed teasing Mac through the sheer black lace panties he was wearing...

"Pay attention!"

The riding crop landed on the table in front of him with a thwap. Vic woke, startled, to find that he once again dozed off in the middle of a meeting, and that the Director was not happy.

"Would you like to share your dream with the rest of the class, Victor?"

He just barely had the sense to shake his head. He heard Mac chuckle in the chair next to him, and it took all his will not to turn.

"Good. Now *listen*." She emphasised the last word with another thwap that made Vic jump just as much as the previous one, before walking away to continue her lecture. Only now did Vic hazard a glance at the other man.

Mac leaned back in his chair, smug that he wasn't the one getting chastised, and stretched his arms over his head. Vic looked at the stripe of visible skin where the shirt rode up a little, and thought he could spot just a hint of lace.

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