An Ounce of Discretion

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="http://i.imgur.com/NEMR6r3.png" width="65%" alt="Solace City's Sexiest Man (3rd Place)" />](align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[##An Ounce of Discetion](align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[an explicit Mirage/Reader fiction Solace City's third-place Sexist Man is feeling down.] (align:"<==")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[This chapter happens after Loba joins the games, but before Rampart is introduced. This may also seem a little name heavy, but that is to provide clarity for all pronoun options.] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[Start->Explanation]]]

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Just like that, all of the attention $she'd been getting dried up. Everyone seemed to have undergone a collective crisis the moment the creepy simulacrum arrived. $She didn't blame them--why he was in the games at all didn't make sense. That spot had been for Forge, and now the Syndicate was letting his murderer take his place? It was really bizarre. And just when $she'd gotten a handle on the mess the Leviathans made to Kings Canyon, some maniac sunk Skull Town into the ocean. $She remained unconvinced the Syndicate didn't know more, but that was all above $herposs pay grade. The Syndicate provided very well, and $she didn't even need to hemorrhage internally for the public’s enjoyment to get a paycheck… just work long hours for games $she knew were fixed... Well, $she didn't //know//, but a person didn't work this close to the games and not realize a certain amount. $She tried not to care too much but did $herposs best to make it seem as honest as possible. In whatever way the games were rigged, it was way more complicated than a few mags getting stuck in the particular flatline on $herposs workbench back in $herposs shop. $She collapsed onto $herposs side on the sofa, bringing $herposs tablet with $hernotposs. $She had about fourteen hours before $she had to be back at work, six of which $she'd use to sleep. Four months ago, $she had all the Legend dick $she could stand and now $she just stared at $herposs ceiling, wondering if it'd be too desperate to go pick someone up at the bar. $Herposs standards had invariably been set so high, the idea of sleeping with a stranger felt almost like an insult. $She rested $herposs tablet on $herposs face with a sigh. The chime to $herposs flat's door rang, startling the hell out of $hernotposs. $She sat up slightly and looked over the top of $herposs sofa at $herposs front door. It was only 1600, but $she had no plans for visitors—not even food delivery. As $she got up and put $herposs hand on the door, $she half-hoped for another stupid Elliott ploy. But $she hadn't heard from him for weeks. If $she $was lucky, it was $herposs neighbor coming to bring $hernotposs leftovers. $She $was shocked to see that it was, in fact, Elliott himself standing on the other side of $herposs door, his hands shoved in the pockets of his tight black jeans, the hood of his fitted sweatshirt pulled up over his head. His shoulders were hunched, his posture lacking its usual air of confidence. "Holy shit. Hey stranger," $firstname said. "What are you doing on this side of the train tracks?" "Yeah, uh... hey. Uh... Can I come in?" he asked, his brown eyes flicking up to $hernotposs. "Of course," $firstname said. "You need anything?" "Nah. I mean..." Elliot let himself in, slipping past $hernotposs as $she held the door open. He meandered around $herposs living room for a bit, touching $herposs things here and there. $She hadn't been expecting company, so it wasn't in the state $she might have liked had $she known he was going to visit, but Elliott didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed like he was still outside, maybe even still down the hall as he leaned on the back of $herposs sofa. "It's nice to see you," Elliott said. "Been a while, right?" "Shit's been pretty weird. You've all had your hands full, haven't you?" $firstname asked. "What, two new contenders now? Revenant and Loba?" $She fetched two beers from the kitchen as $she spoke and sat back down on the sofa, patting the spot next to $hernotposs. Elliott obliged, sinking into the cushions, his knees falling wide as he cracked his can open. He didn't drink it, though; he just sat with it, looking around $herposs flat. "Not a bad place," he said. He hadn't acknowledged $herposs question, but $firstname didn't mind in the least. If he didn't want to talk about work, $she didn't want to either. "Sorry I haven't been in touch," he said with a long sigh."You know, with the murderous synths and elaborate betrayals... you talk to Oc lately?" "No, he hasn't replied to any of my messages." "Something's got him and Che freaked the fuck out." "He hasn't told me shit, but I don't expect him to," $firstname said. "I just deal with the guns." "Right, right. You do worry about us, though? I mean, you worry about me, right?" He was insufferable. He had left $hernotposs out in the cold for this long and now he showed up looking for $herposs sympathy. $She didn't know whether to smack him upside the head or wrap an arm around his shoulder. $She settled for something in between--$she slapped his bicep with a tut of $herposs tongue and then leaned into him. Apparently, it was the response Elliott wanted because he immediately slipped his arm around $firstname’s waist, tugging $hernotposs tighter into his side. He kissed the top of $herposs head, then mussed $herposs $haircolor hair. "You okay?" $firstname asked, nestling into his form. "Yeah. Money's tight, and I'm worried about Mo--the bar, worried about the bar," he said. "You've won a lot of matches recently, Elliott. How can money possibly be tight?" $she asked. "I just have... a lot of expendich... expendi...expen... I have a lot of bills to pay," he said. "You're not in trouble, are you?" "Baby, I //am// trouble," he said. He ducked his head and kissed $firstname in a clear attempt to end the conversation. $She allowed it, having long since missed his company. He smelled just as nice as ever, but his lips were a bit rough and his skin was a little dry. His beard was slightly less well-kept, not as immaculately shaped as usual. All of the little details might go unnoticed by anyone else, but $firstname had spent enough time lying in his bed, worshipping at his altar to not notice them. "You're a mess," $she said when their lips parted. "Is it that obvious? Crap. I thought I was keeping my shit together pretty well." Elliott ran his hand through his hair, his smile tinged with just enough timidity that $she $was at a loss for what to do. Normally, $firstname would just give him a hard time for his attitude, but the guy was really starting to worry $hernotposs. Elliott must have seen it on $herposs face because his demeanor changed immediately. "Hey, whoa, am I stressing you out? I was just messin' with you. Don't worry about it. I'm a grown man. I can take care of myself," he said. "I just didn't want to have to drag you to the bar, you know. It'd be weird for you to drink there, right? Working for the games and all." "Who gives a shit about that?" $firstname asked. $She grasped the loose fabric of his sweatshirt in $herposs free hand and pulled him back into a kiss. After a few moments, $firstname took their beers and lobbed them into the tiled kitchen, where $she could deal with them later, which got a surprised laugh out of him. "Alright, damn," Elliott said. $She swung $herposs leg over him and sat on Elliott’s lap. The Legend smiled in satisfaction, his entire face much more relaxed, as he rested his hands on $herposs hips. His finger brushed $herposs skin up under the hem of $herposs shirt. "I missed you, you ridiculous, beautiful man," $she said. "I wouldn't mind if you went into details. You know. About the beautiful part." "Elliott." "Too much?" $firstname tugged at his sweatshirt, pulling it up over his head. In perfect response, he shook his brown curls back into place while cracking a perfect grin. $She cupped his jaw in $herposs hands and ran $herposs thumbs over his short beard. "Third place, my ass," $she said. "I've seen you nude, and you are easily Solace City's sexiest man." "I was robbed! Can you believe it?" Elliott pushed his face into $herposs hand and kissed $herposs palm while his own crept up $herposs sides under $herposs shirt, sending small jolts up and down $herposs spine. His hands found $herposs breasts and he gently pinched $herposs nipples until they were firm. $She let go of his face and pulled $herposs top off, looking down at his hands on $herposs body. "Unbelievable," $she muttered. "A travesty. I mean, look at these exquisite brown eyes. And these perfect curls. Have they even seen this jawline?" "Slow down," Elliott said. "I gotta get my pants off." $Herposs hands were on his belt buckle, undoing it, along with his jeans, before he had a chance. Reluctantly, Elliott pulled his hands away to tug his jeans down past his knees, freeing his erection. He then snagged the tops of $herposs pants, pulling at them until $firstname acquiesced. $She stood and removed them, then did him a favor by untying his boots and peeling the rest of his clothes off. $She didn't get back onto his lap until the two of them were fully naked. "Where were we?" Elliott asked as he leaned back into the sofa, stroking his cock idly, his eyes on $herposs figure. "Your jawline," $she said. "But I also love your wonderfully high cheekbones." $firstname leaned in and kissed the scar carved into his right cheek, following it back to his ear. He moaned as $she nibbled on his earlobe, $herposs fingertips grazing across his hip. $Herposs mouth moved to his neck and $she squeezed his waist with both hands. "Why did I wait so long?" Elliott whispered so quietly that $she $was sure $she $wasnt meant to respond. "Pride," $she mumbled into his warm skin. "Who needs it?" $Herposs hands ran up along his chest, then back down over his abdomen, delighting in the ridges made by his muscles under his chest hair. $She kissed the underside of his chin for a moment before sitting back and admiring him again. He looked completely different than the man who had shown up at $herposs doorstep. He now seemed incredibly pleased, whether with $hernotposs, with himself, with the situation… $firstname didn't know. It didn't matter. "I do not have enough degrees on my wall to tackle the topic of your pride, Elliott Witt." "You just deal with the guns, I know, I know. Hey, I got a gu--" "Don't be tacky." "You ask too much," he said, flipping $hernotposs back onto the sofa, eliciting a surprised cry from $hernotposs. There wasn't much room, and their limbs were in danger of dangling awkwardly, but he crawled between $herposs legs and leaned over $hernotposs, the look on his face having grown devious. "What?" $firstname asked. "Wait. You mentioned you haven't heard from Oc?" he asked. "Sort of a weird time to ask that question, but... yeah. Also, welcome to the conversation five minutes ago. Keep up." "And I know for a fact that the robot's been busy lately," Elliott said slowly, a grin spreading across his face. "Not sure what he's been up to, though." "You know about that?" "Do I know about that? Oh-ho-ho, do I ever know about that. I'm his best friend, you know." "Christ. Okay, what's your point?" "You're just as hard up as I am," he said with absolute glee. Elliott sprung off the sofa and grabbed $herposs wrist, hauling $hernotposs up with him. He then made his way through $herposs flat until he found $herposs bedroom--it didn't take long since $she only had the one. $Herposs computer monitor was the only light in the room, but it was enough for him to push $hernotposs onto the bed before fumbling around in the dark for the proper lights. "Troubles?" $firstname asked. "Nope, everything's... fine," he said. $She didn't mind. $She had enough light to enjoy the view of her guest’s delightfully round ass, appreciating that whatever his fitness routine was, it had given him one hell of a backside. With a triumphant "aha!", he finally found the controls for the lights and turned them on, then looked back at $firstname where $she sat crossed-legged at the head of $herposs bed. Elliott held his arms out at his sides, as if the act of turning on the lights was worthy of praise. His fit physique was punctuated by his impressive erection, a sight $firstname had missed quite a bit. $She clapped lightly. "And for my next act, I'm going to rub the hell out of your clit," Elliott said, giving $hernotposs one finger gun after another before sliding onto $herposs bed. $firstname squealed in delight as he tackled $hernotposs again, pinning $hernotposs to $herposs bed with his body. His legs tangled with $hers as he pressed his lower body against $hernotposs. $She $wasnt sure he would make good on his threat at this rate. "Hey, babe," he said. "Yes, handsome?" His face was maybe ten inches away, his soft brown curls dangling toward $hernotposs. The way he looked at $hernotposs made $herposs feel helpless; he was so damn intoxicating. He let go of one of $herposs arms and slid his hand down between $herposs legs, his fingers finding $herposs clit immediately. Sure, it had been several months, but he remembered everything about $herposs body. "What else do you like about me?" he asked. "You're impossible," $she said. His laugh, along with his kiss, was earnest and warm. His fingers continued the entire time, pressing into $herposs swollen bud. $She pushed $herposs leg wide for him, occasionally whimpering into the kiss as he changed speed or direction. "Well?" he asked, his voice low and full of arousal. "What did you miss the most about me?" "Elliott," $she whispered. "Don't be shy, $firstname." "The way you smell." "That can't be all," Elliott said, his fingers slowing to a crawl. "Come on. Did you lie in this bed and have fantasies about me?" "Did you lie in bed and have fantasies about //me// ?" $she asked. "Oh yeah. All sorts of weird ones you don't even want to know about. Like, I probably spent way too much time imagining what you did with the robot." "Elliott." As he locked $herposs gaze with his, he flashed $hernotposs another grin that may have come across as cheesy to anyone else, but $she found it incredibly charming. $She pushed $herposs hips against his hand, but Elliott withdrew it completely, gently tapping $herposs inner thigh. "Flatter me," he said. "You've heard it all before." "Not for a while." "Whose fault is that?" $she asked. "Geez, okay, yeah. It's been a rough few months. Maybe a guy just wants to hear a few nice things every now and then about himself," he said. "You're fucking beautiful, you've got a great body, and your dick is amazing," $firstname said. Elliott removed his weight from $hernotposs and sat up at $herposs side, pleased enough with $herposs series of blunt compliments. $She //had// been laying them on him since he arrived; he had actually noticed. So instead of harassing $herposs for more, he slid his fingers back along $herposs labia, around $herposs clit before pressing into it again. He didn't hold back. The intensity of his attention surprised $hernotposs, a series of nearly incomprehensible curses escaping $hernotposs as $she reached out and grasped at him. The months hadn't made him rusty. It wasn't long before $she panted, $herposs back arched off the bed as $herposs body flooded with heat. $She pulled his hand away when he didn't stop, clutching his wrist tightly. When the feeling of a thousand pinpricks began to fade from $herposs arms and legs, $she blinked $herposs $eyecolor eyes hard several times before looking up at him. "You did miss me," he said. "Of course I did," $she replied, slapping at him lightly. Elliott rolled into the blankets with $hernotposs and kissed $hernotposs briefly before pulling $hernotposs on top of him, wrangling $hernotposs until $she straddled his waist, his erection nestled up against $herposs ass. He then piled $herposs pillows under his head and shoulders, propping himself up. "Your place is fine and all, but there's one major oversight," he said. "Not enough mirrors," "Not enough mirro--hey, yeah. You're good." With a smirk, $she lifted $herposs weight and moved back a few inches, sitting up high on $herposs knees. $She took his cock in one hand and lowered $herposs body just enough to rub his head against $herposs clit. $She $was still sensitive from $herposs orgasm but didn't want to slow down. He moaned as he watched $hernotposs play with him. "Yep, it has been too long," Elliott said. Though $firstname didn't say so out loud, $she agreed. Not seeing any sense in waiting, $she nudged his head into $hernotposs and took his first few inches, $herposs tongue pushing up against the roof of $herposs mouth as $she made a small, pleased noise. He sputtered, lost for words for the first time in a long while. $She began rolling $herposs hips down and forward, pushing him into $hernotposs and then sliding him back out. His silence continued for another minute as he was apparently overwhelmed. $She enjoyed his temporary loss for words, an occurrence rare enough that one had to take pride in it. "Babe, wait, hold on," Elliott said finally, his hand on $herposs forearm. "What?" $she asked, pausing. "This feels great and all, but I can't see anything." "Goddammit, Witt." "I'll do all the work. I got this. Just uh... lean back a little," he said as he sat up on his elbows. He pulled his knees up, pushing his feet into the bed. $firstname did as he asked, $herposs hands finding his thighs behind $herposs, resting a bit of $herposs weight on them. The moment $she $was settled, he began thrusting himself up into $hernotposs, his pace slow to start, his movement fluid. In a matter of moments, he appeared hypnotized, his brown eyes locked on the sight of himself moving in and out of $hernotposs. $She couldn't see what Elliott saw without his wall of mirrors, but watching his face was a nice enough alternative. His curls bounced gently with his movements, his eyes occasionally narrowing as he gritted his teeth. Eventually, his gaze drifted up along $herposs body until their eyes met again. "We look damn good," he said, slowing his thrusts, putting just enough force behind each to make $herposs breasts bounce. "Especially you, gorgeous." Before $firstname could respond, he grabbed $hernotposs by the hips and tipped $hernotposs backward, pulling his legs out from underneath $hernotposs. He leaned over $hernotposs again in an instant, pushing $herposs knees back toward $herposs head until $herposs pelvis tipped upward. $Herposs groan filled the room as he sank all of himself into $hernotposs. There was no hesitation before he began pummeling $hernotposs, the months having been just a little //too// long. His fingers dug into $herposs skin, his breathing steady but much deeper. "Where?" he practically demanded after several minutes. "Anywhere,” $firstname replied between gasps. "F-fuck." With that, he dropped $herposs legs and pulled himself out of $hernotposs, trying to aim his erection at $herposs stomach, but it was too late. Instead, he came across $herposs inner thigh and up along $herposs lower hip as he let out a strained moan, though he really wasn't paying attention to where any of it went. He then sat back slowly and stared at nothing in particular, his hands resting on $hernotposs. When reality caught up with him, he looked down at $hernotposs and gave $hernotposs a much sleepier grin. "Sorry about that," he said. Elliott got out of bed and disappeared for a minute, returning with a towel from $herposs bathroom. When $she reached out for it, he held it back, then sat down to clean up the mess he had made. "Still a gentleman," $firstname said. "That's me. I'll even cook you dinner. And //then// we can take it slow.” "I’m going to cover you in so many kisses," $she said with a laugh. "You can't fool me. I know you liked my mirrors almost as much as I do. I have some extras, you know. I could put them up for you." "Sure, if it means you'll come over again," $firstname said, finally sitting up. He swept $hernotposs into his arms with unnecessary flair and engulfed $hernotposs in a kiss. $She gave in to the gesture, circling $herposs arms around his neck. In these ridiculous moments, $she felt the real Elliott underneath the front he kept up--melodramatic, vain, but still wildly unsure. $Herposs fingers ran along the soft, short hair on the back of his head as the overblown passion of his kiss gave way to something gentler. After a bit, he pressed his face into the side of $herposs head and hummed a soft sigh. "I can probably get six panels up on your ceiling." "//Elliott//."

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