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Prompt Post: The Magnus Archives #1

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OP

my extremely intelligent and well-thought-out verdict after having read this like six times since i saw the comment:

monster martin hot

(in other words !!!! i love this. ~~do it jon do it do it~~)

:DD i'm glad you came back!! 10/10 fill thank you for the snack

Every day I check this page hoping someone has filled this--its so good and just has so much fun potential

Ok, bear with me here: both Beholding monsters have very cat energy. Catpeople should be affected by catnip because I said so.

Consent issues with the intoxication here are welcome, as are smutty/horny takes on the same.

Thank you! I like the idea of observant, practical, ballsy liar Martin, but... also evil?

And, yeah, Jon's going to do it again. If he's stubborn, without even managing to negotiate first. Good thing Jon's not incredibly, stupidly stubborn!

The first time Jon sees Martin’s bare chest, he can't help thinking it looks like it must be soft and nice to touch. Of course, the idea of showing any physical interest in a part of Martin's body that might be a source of dysphoria is horrifying to him, so he immediately represses the fuck out of those feelings.

Martin, who has no strong negative feelings about his boobs, eventually figures out why Jon keeps getting flustered, and mostly finds the whole business hilarious.

Omg,, that's hot, love that

a/b/o au where polyamory is normalized, specifically in regards to omegas. being rarer in population to alphas or betas, with heats happening more often than ruts, it's common for omegas to have more than one partner, especially during their heats.

jon goes into heat and is taken care if by two or more people!

bonus points-
+petty squabbling between alphas on who gets to do what for jon, sexual or not
++no one knew jon was an omega until his heat came on

op I hope you know Twitter loves this for you

YES I SAW THAT I FEEL SO VALIDATED

Custom dictates that an avatar who eats or otherwise assimilates another avatar takes possession of all that belonged to that avatar.

Following his defeat of Peter Lukas, Jon learns that he is now the proud owner of a ship, a well-stocked Lukas bank account, one third of a space station, and a few dozen very confused sailors.

(if one of you jokers decides Jon should also inherit Peter's marriage to Elias I won't object 😂)

Jonah Magnus may be an hollowed-out, insensate vessel for the Eye to channel itself through... but he is also a human body, and human bodies (and the organ systems they contain) have their uses. As it turns out, his body is one of very few bodies left in the world which is still in a position to be capable of becoming pregnant - and wouldn't you know it, but it looks like the perfect sire has just arrived in the Panopticon.

Would love a big focus on the dehumanization/objectification aspects of the situation, including Elias being a complete non-active participant in the proceedings (I'm thinking somno-adjacent vibes, even if he's still chanting the whole time), and Elias undergoing a full-term pregnancy while remaining technically unconscious.

++ dubcon on Jon's part as well, as he wouldn't have actually thought of doing this himself, it's just that the Eye really, really wants it for some reason
+++ any focus on the body horror aspects of pregnancy (especially since Elias has absolutely no agency over his body, and is only dubiously aware of anything that's happening at all)
++++++ I've already said this, but objectification: a focus on Elias being reduced to just a womb to fuck, purely a piece of breeding stock, not a person but simply a piece of warm, fertile ground that can take a seed,,

DNW: in-depth exploration of the fact that it's technically OG Elias' body (sorry oglias stans, this is a jonah-only dehumanization zone. i just want the bastard man to get used)

OP here coming in a couple months late having just checked the meme and I AM YELLING! Everything about this was phenomenal and I'm crying now after that ending. Using the tapes to communicate what's actually real is a genius idea. THANK YOU!!

Admittedly, that was before I knew who/what was really controlling the tapes, but I still think it would have worked.

Thanks!

Oh this idea is wonderful

Sometime in the nebulous span of season 4 when Jon and Daisy are seeking each other's company while slowly starving themselves from their patrons, they find a way to both momentarily sate their hunger and work through the unspoken tension between them.

It's not negotiated very thoroughly or well, because they're both impulsive disasters, but they devise a system where Daisy will hunt down Jon similar to how she did before, not needing to worry too much about injuring him thanks to his increased healing, and maybe getting a good fuck in while she's at it.

The twist comes when she's close enough to slipping to the Hunt, and either Jon's beholding powers or a small sign like Daisy baring her neck for just a moment signals Jon to use his own compulsions, stronger now than they had been before, to turn the tables and put daisy on her back, keeping her frozen and talking while Jon takes his own pleasure.

+trans Jon and/or Daisy appreciated, but not mandatory if your muse takes you a different direction
+they've done this more than once
++someone finds out and is concerned about how poorly thought out it is/how close they're toeing the line of monsterhood
++they're both incredibly calm and relaxed around each other afterwards

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30217218

I just want to see John get beat to shit. Maybe Daisy takes a bit more of her anger out on him in the forest, maybe Breekon and Hope do a little bit more than just knock the wind out of him, maybe Tim gets a bit too fed up with Jon and his paranoia, maybe Trevor and Julia find Jon sooner when he's not in a position to call for help, maybe a vengeful statement giver (or a few) corners Jon in an alleyway. The choice is yours, I just need a beat up Jon and possibly Martin finding him and comfort ensues.

Sasha and Michael bang, but she has one requirement: he isn't allowed to touch her with his hands. How they go about doing this is up to you.

Canon divergence to make this happen is ok (feel free to be vague about it). As long as it's consensual you can get weird in any way you like - it's Michael, of course it'll be a little bit weird.

Exactly what it says on the tin. I can't stop thinking about a kinky scene being tapped out of by the one who's dishing out the hurt/overstim/degradation/you name it.

Any pairings and any kinks are fine, though I do have a soft spot for Jon being involved in the pairing, whether he's the dom or not.

🥺 dom rights!! (ok but seriously—i have a lot of feelings about people not taking into account doms’ consent, im happy to see this prompted.)

(So, the smutfic out there with fantasies about s1 Martin offering Jon sex to keep his job & going through with it are fun, I don't want this to look like a jab at them, but it would also be very fun to see:)

AU where the Archives staff can quit or be fired, like staff in other departments of the Institute, and shortly after the dog incident, the failed Latin translation, and other irritations, Jon actually tells Martin he's fired. Desperate to keep the job, Martin offers sex (trying to sound appealing to avoid failing his Mum, despite thinking himself unattractive), and Jon is horrified on every level (sex-repulsed ace, and a bleeding heart beneath the 'must sound professional enough to be a manager' stuffiness). It's a horrendously painful conversation for both of them... On the plus side, when Jon asks why he's so desperate for this particular job, Martin admits to lying on his CV to support his Mum, and Jon's guilty/flustered enough to shut down the meeting with 'OH iF THat's the problem i can arrange some training for you on things a degree would have covered, ok that's all for today!!'

Martin leaves the meeting expecting it to have killed his onesided crush, but he has enough of a humiliation kink (and a need to be cared about as a person even in the most baseline way) that it intensifies. :)

THIS PROMPT IS SO HORRIFYING I'M ACTUALLY IMPRESSED...would love to see it happen though I'm not sure I could withstand the secondhand embarrassment long enough to actually read it adfghjkhd

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There weren’t enough hours in the day. Jon had managed only the barest amount of organization since his promotion and had to keep pulling himself away from his work to perform his supervisorial duties. Staff meetings and evaluations and responding to complaints were all mindless chores that cut into the time he needed to get his Archives into some sort of order.

He’d been ignoring the cheerful messages to check his employees’ keylogs and wifi access for months. He had tried to keep up, at first, but as soon as Tim knew he was looking, he’d started typing “boobies” followed by “5318008” over and over again. It was stupid. Even if any of his staff had extra time to fool around, they were all hard workers who put in a full day’s work, despite occasionally frittered away time frivolously. If he were to go off the keylogger, Martin was the most productive employee he had, working only on whatever Jon had assigned him, never even checking the weather or news headlines. Sasha, meanwhile, had (on average) twenty-seven tabs open on a given day, only half of them related to anything to do with the Magnus Institute or her work, and at least four tracking job openings in their field.

Jon felt that he maybe should report that last piece of information, but he decided that he didn’t want to get into that.

The wifi was even less useful. Tim got frequent notifications from numerous dating apps that he generally ignored, Sasha seemed to be earning a decent chunk of google play survey money, and Martin barely turned his phone on. Jon submitted what documentation he had to with fields filled with ‘no issues’ and ‘continue present management’, and stopped checking.

It seemed even less important after the worms started spreading and Sasha met with Michael, the distorted man, and more and more Jon began to think that there was something more happening. And he began to resent, more and more, the bureaucracy that prevented him from delving deeper. It wasn’t until Elias cornered him one day and insisted that he look into why the Archives was using almost twice as much wifi as before that Jon even looked into it.

It was Martin. Of course it was, and not even in the usual ‘of course it was Martin’ kind of way. He’d been living in the Archives for weeks by this point, and there was nothing else to do – no books or television. Jon stayed late, but even so Martin had several hours each night on his own to fill before he could justify sleeping on his shitty little cot. No wonder he was using the wifi. Jon decided not to discuss this with Martin, and just fired off a memo to Elias that he could feel free to dip into the Archives travel budget (why did they even have a travel budget?) to compensate the Institute, should he need to.

Elias wrote back reminding Jon that he had asked him to find out why the extra bandwidth has been used, not to offer solutions. Jon sighed and started with one of the first larger bandwidth spikes, from just fairly recently after Martin had ‘moved in’. It was a large amount of data over about half an hour, so likely a video. Jon wouldn’t have blamed him for watching something comforting after what he’d been through. Cat videos, perhaps. Or something about spiders, or dogs. It occurred to Jon that the fact that Martin liked those two things was about all he knew about him. Well, that and his work was sloppy and he smiled too much and had surprisingly steady hands when he served tea.

He clicked on the link and quickly learned two more things: Martin watched porn, and Martin watched gay porn.

Not that that meant anything, Jon reminded himself, starting at the screen as a burly young temp pouted at a shorter man at least ten years older than him and whined that there didn’t seem to be anything he could do to please ‘Mr. Potter’. What porn one consumed had nothing to do with one’s character or even orientation. Mr. Potter had the temp on his knees now, and was leaning back in the chair with his legs spread, giving him some sort of lecture on proper office behaviour. It hardly mattered that… dear lord. That was a large penis for such a small man. The temp took it like a champ, though, Jon thought. Well done. This… this didn’t mean anything.

Jon clicked away before he could get to the end. There was no point. He was certainly not about to share this with Elias.

There was another spike, a few days later. Jon clicked on the link, hoping it was something less indecent. It wasn’t. It started out in a high school setting, already suspect, with a few large boys (in their thirties, Jon estimated) bulling a smaller boy (also likely in his thirties). Then it cut to a high-rise office and that same bullied boy, now looking his age, sitting in a suit with folders in front of him, asking for the next applicant. Predictably, it was one of the bullies, who looked startled to see him. Jon leaned forward, weirdly compelled.

“Long time no see, Brian.”

“Yeah, I… hey, no hard feelings, huh?”

“Oh, I might have a few hard feelings still. How badly do you want this job?”

“Real bad. Rent’s due and my car’s busted. If you could do an old friend a solid?”

“Do you even remember my name?”

Jon bit back a snort of laughter at the overly dramatic delivery, the attempt at something like pathos that landed like a wet fish.

“Yeah, it’s… uh…”

“How about you stop stammering and put that pretty mouth to better use?”

“I don’t… uh…”

Once again, Jon found himself impressed with the size of the genitalia on display. From the look on Brian’s face, he wasn’t the only one. Jon wasn’t entirely sure what he would have done in this situation, but kneeling and engaging in a messy, noisy, overly prolonged blowjob that finished with Brian’s face covered in streaks of thick white fluid probably wasn’t it. He idly wondered how much of this was real, and finally had an idea why people complained about pornography use leading to unrealistic expectations. On screen, Brian was looking up at his former bullying victim with glazed eyes as he jerked himself off, begging for permission to come. Jon winced as a well-polished loafer pressed down on poor Brian’s eager cock (also disproportionately large) and a stern voice called out for the next applicant to be brought in.

As Brian zipped up and left, red-faced and shamed, the camera panned back to the other man.

“The job you applied for has been filled, Brian. But another one has opened up.”

“Yeah? Really?”

“Really. And don’t worry about not being able to remember my name. You can just call me… master.”

Jon wasn’t quite ready for the words “CUMMING SOON!” “OFFICE PET 2” “BRIAN’S BEEN A BAD BOY” to zoom across the screen, assaulting his eyeballs with garish font and colour.

Jon checked the next bandwidth spike and his stomach sunk as he realized that Martin had clearly downloaded the whole series the next evening. At least that led to over a week of minimal bandwidth use that Jon could skip. A few other, smaller spikes were Tim falling down the rabbit hole of some sort of TikTok Clowncore thing and some genuinely adorable animal videos that each of Jon’s three assistants watched, one after the other. Jon decided to save the animal videos and let Elias know he’d be more strict with his staff about workplace resources and focusing on their job. He wrote up the email and sent it off and considered the job done.

But he couldn’t help but notice that there was another activity spike, just as large as the “Office Pet” series downloads, just over a week ago. His curiosity got the best of him, and he clicked the first link.

It wasn’t set in an office this time, which was reassuring. It was the inside of an apartment that looked reasonably well, if somewhat sparsely, decorated. The door opened and two men walked through, one carrying a bag.

“Thanks for letting me stay here, John.”

“No problem, Mark. We’ve been friends for years, and you’ve always had my back. I’m just glad you got out of there before anything too bad happened.”

“Me too. Well, I guess I’ll just get set up here.”

Mark tossed his bag to the side and set up a pillow and a sheet over the couch before climbing in. John turned off the lights. Jon had a feeling he knew what was going to happen next. He wasn’t surprised when he heard harsh breathing and the rhythmic sound of a hand moving roughly over a cock. The startled cry when the lights turned back on sounded almost genuine, but the way Mark tossed the sheet aside ‘in surprise’ was clearly staged.

“John!”

“Mark. Have I been a bad host?”

“Uh. No?”

“But you clearly want something. And I want to give it to you.”

“I don’t know what you – oh.”

Jon snorted. Oh, indeed. Mark had looked quite comely, naked from the waist down and proudly erect, one lovely long leg draped off the edge of the couch, the other curled up to accent his groin. John, however, was clearly the star of this show, with chiselled abs and, again, a disturbingly large erection standing tall between his legs, only slightly curved just below his navel. No tan line, Jon noted, or at least a good makeup job to disguise it. John crawled between Mark’s legs, draping one over his shoulder, and pushed Mark’s shirt up over his nipples, taking one into his mouth before blowing on it.

“Or I could leave you here to finish on your own.”

“No! No, John I… I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

“I know. I should have had you here sooner.”

“I’m here now. What’re you gonna do with me?”

“I thought I’d fuck you.”

Jon could tell the exact moment John pushed into Mark, watching Mark’s face quickly phase between wide-eyed expectation to a pained grimace to slack-jawed pleasure within seconds. They kissed, Mark demonstrating admirable flexibility, and then John reared back and grasped Mark’s hips, giving the viewer a good view of his cock pistoning in and out of Mark’s arse, as well as showcasing the musculature of his thighs and buttocks as he thrust. His face was obscured by the angle, but Mark’s was visible, and he clearly had no complaints. They grunted at each other and occasionally called out each other’s names, but Jon found his attention wandering as no further dialogue or changes in action seemed forthcoming.

This was what Martin liked? It seemed to have very little in common with the other videos. The Office Pet and Mr. Potter videos had some clear dominance aspects to them, associated with the office setting. None of the videos seemed to share actors, and Mark and John were clearly friends and peers, mutually attracted to one another, and happy to have some very energetic sex on John’s couch. Jon decided to watch to the end, to see if there was a common thread that tied them all together.

“God, John, that was amazing.”

“Yeah. So, wanna stay on my couch, or should we move this to the bedroom?”

“If I stay here much longer, I’m gonna have to pay rent, aren’t I?”

“I think we can come to some kind of arrangement.”

It was almost a sort of vague power dynamic, except that Mark reached up and pulled John down for a kiss, smiling at him as the video faded out. It didn’t seem like either took the rent issue seriously. Jon hesitated, then quickly searched the internet to see if this was a series as well. It turned out that it had just been a one-off, apparently not as popular as Office Pet. There were another few spikes, and Jon was getting tired of watching pornography. He checked through the activity just before the spikes and found out what, exactly, Martin had searched for.

“Shorter+boss+gay”
“Subordinate+Discipline+gay”
“Subordinate+Discipline+gay+shorter+boss”
“Spare+bedroom+walk+in+gay”
“Stay+over+gay”
“Stay+over+walk+in+gay”
“Jon+Martin+gay”
“John+Martin+gay”
“John+gay”

Well. That was it. That was the point before which Jon should probably have stopped looking. He’d always been too curious for his own good. There had been plausible deniability before. Jon had, in fact, been indulging in it.

He started typing out an email denouncing The Magnus Institute’s surveillance policies and the invasion of the privacy of their employees. He deleted it before he was halfway through, not wanting to have the inevitable conversation with Elias about what had provoked it. He thought about how to let Martin know that his viewing habits were being tracked without actually telling him, but couldn’t figure out the subtlety required to do so. He stared at his computer, trying to decide what to do next.

The soft knock and slight hesitation before the door opened, heralded Martin’s entrance. Jon quickly checked that his browser was on his email and brazenly met Martin’s eyes as if he hadn’t been doing anything wrong. Which. He hadn’t. He’d just been doing his job. Everything was fine.

“I thought you might like – Jon, are you okay?”

“Fine,” Jon said, managing to sound gruff rather than squeaky, which he’d call a win.

Martin’s eyes widened. “Did you see any worms? Sasha said she’d seen a few out them outside the Institute, and Tim was muttering something about cracks in the foundation, and–”

“No,” Jon said. “No worms. Nothing… untoward. Everything’s fine. Thank you, Martin.”

“Oh. Okay. I just brought you some tea?”

Of course he had. Jon had lost track of time going through Martin’s videos. Martin’s porn videos. Martin’s porn videos that he apparently was using to explore his feelings about employer-employee relationships and people named John. Jon wondered if his face was as red as it felt. Also, he hadn’t answered for far too long and now Martin was staring at him. “Yes! Yes, tea. I would like. Yes.”

“I… okay.” Martin gave a small little laugh, less awkward that Jon’s outburst, but that was a low bar. “Figured if I was going to be staying here, I should earn my keep, yeah?”

It was a good thing Jon hadn’t yet taken a sip, or that would have caused him to spit it out. As it was, he nearly choked on air. “Yes, well.” Maybe that video hadn’t just been about ‘John’, but about the repayment of an offer of sanctuary by sexual favours? Still, the fact that he’d then searched out pornography with John’s name in it specifically was undeniable and… and Martin was staring at him again. “There’s certainly no need for any of that.”

“I didn’t mean…” Martin said. “I just. I am grateful, Jon. You didn’t have to, and it… it was kind. Thank you.”

“Elias has noticed an increase in wifi use after hours,” Jon’s idiot mouth said. “I don’t really have the time to look into the specifics, but if you could curtail your usage, I can probably just tell him it’s resolved without having to waste time looking into it.”

Martin’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he gave Jon an easy smile. “Oh. I didn’t know it was a problem. I can stop, sure. I’ll ask Sasha or Tim to pick me up a few books or something. It just gets a bit boring.”

“I understand,” Jon said, not entirely sure if Martin was this blasé about the pornography, or if he was actually… a good liar? “I think the library has a TV and a DVD player for in the AV room? You worked there, didn’t you? Maybe you could watch some DVDs. Or something.”

“Sure,” Martin said. “That’s a great idea. Thanks, Jon.”

“Good, I… I’ll let Elias know there’s no need to look into this further.”

“Great. Yeah. There’s just so much to do. Wouldn’t want to waste your time with this kind of nonsense.”

Jon sighed, finally relaxing. “Exactly. Speaking of, what have you and Tim found on Tom Haan?”

“Immigration are still being…” Martin almost made a rude gesture with one hand. “Tim’s on it. He should have something by the end of the day.”

“Well, best get on that,” Jon said, watching Martin until he left before slumping in his chair. That had gone about as well as it could have. Now to somehow erase the knowledge he’d just learned from his brain.

Martin closed the door to Jon’s office behind him and slowly relearned to breathe.

That had been close. Too close. The only thing that had saved him was Jon’s notorious disregard for busywork and wasting time. Sure, he’d willingly put in over twelve hours a day at his job as Head Archivist, but he resented anything that he was obliged to do as middle management. He was predicable that way, but Martin shouldn’t have relied on it. Shouldn’t have taken the risk.

It was just… it was horrible, living in the Archives. Not quite as bad as his worm-infested flat, that had still reeked of fear and rotting garbage when he’d gone back for clothes and necessities, but pretty close. Martin didn’t even feel safe here, not really, hadn’t since they’d spotted the first few worms on the sidewalks outside the institute. Martin had spent quite a lot of his free time staring at the ceiling and going through crisis plans and imagining the most efficient way to cut a worm out of someone if he had to. He’d decided on a corkscrew, given how they burrowed, but there were medical forceps that looked like they’d work well that he’d considered ordering. A lot of his internet searches were about infestations and worms and minor surgery.

But a few weren’t. More than a few. And the thought of Jon stumbling on them…

“Martin, you okay?” Tim asked, peering at him.

Martin forced a smile. “Yeah, fine. Thanks.”

Tim didn’t look like he believed him. “What did Jon say to you?”

“Nothing! Jon was… Jon was fine.” Tim still didn’t look convinced. “It’s just… you know how they keep track of everything here?”

“Surveillance state,” Tim said, nodding meaningfully. “Yeah?”

“The wifi use has been up since I moved in.”

“I mean. Yeah. Sure. Obviously,” Tim said. “He gave you a hard time about that?”

“N-no, just. Elias wanted to know why and Jon asked me to cut back.”

Tim looked properly upset at that. “So you’re kicked out of your flat, have to sleep in this, no disrespect, hellhole of a dump, and now you can’t even… that’s insane! What’re you supposed to do? Stare at the walls? File?”

“The institute has some AV equipment…”

“From the nineties!”

“And I can always get books out from the library.”

“Which you read for work! Come on, Martin. You can’t live like a monk just because Jon doesn’t want to stand up to the penny-pincher-in-chief.”

Martin flushed and ducked his head, lowering his voice. “It’s better than Jon actually looking into what I’m doing on the internet.”

“What? Oh.” Tim rolled his eyes. “Everyone does it, Martin. Well. Maybe not Jon. And that’s important too! This is where you’re living now, and it’s a human right. Or should be.”

Martin snorted. “Yeah, I doubt the Geneva Convention tabled that.”

“It was the General Assembly in Paris… never mind. Look, you deserve the minimal comfort that this place can give you. You’re here because a creepy worm lady stalked you due to something that happened while you were working! I’m pretty sure you’re entitled to more than a little extra bandwidth usage.”

“I… I don’t think Elias knows I’m here,” Martin said slowly. “I don’t think Jon told him.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “I swear, no one likes paperwork or bureaucracy, but that man…”

“No, I… I think he knows Elias might say no. Like, I’m pretty sure me staying here isn’t exactly legal? Or, or up to building standard or whatever? I think this might be Jon’s way of protecting me?” Martin’s voice got higher and less certain with every sentence.

Tim’s expression softened. “Maybe. I… yeah. Maybe. Wait here a sec.”

Before Martin could protest, Tim pushed past him and into Jon’s office, entering without knocking and leaving the door open. “Jon!”

“What, Tim?” Jon snapped. “I’m sitting right here.”

“Yeah, I see that. I have a confession to make. I was the one using the wifi after hours.”

There was a pause. “How? You’re out of here the moment your shift is up.”

“And you’re not going to make me feel guilty for that, you couldn’t when we were in research and you’re not now. Anyways, I leave my laptop here and schedule illegal downloads of Disney movies. That’s how.”

Another, longer pause. “Disney movies?”

“Let it go, Jon. Let it go.”

“Please, just pick a less litigious target.”

“I can’t think of one right now at this moment.”

Jon gave a sigh that was audible from where Martin was standing. “Do you promise to stop?”

“Scout’s honour.”

“Were you a scout?”

“I actually was. For two years. It was boring.”

“I’m learning a great deal about you today, Tim,” Jon said, and his dryness almost sounded amused. “I will submit your illegal downloads and the animal videos that you three watch during office hours as my official explanation. Consider yourself reprimanded.”

“Can I make a joke about being a naughty boy? No? Too far? Okay. Reprimanded it is.” Tim gave Martin a wink as he sauntered out of Jon’s office, starting to pull the door closed behind him.

“Tim?” Jon called out before the door fully closed.

Tim turned back. “Yeah, Jon?”

“Thank you. For your… honesty.”

“You know me. Always eager to help.”

Martin’s chest tightened in something far removed from the terror he’d felt leaving Jon’s office. “Tim…”

“Can’t let Jon be the hero of this story. Gosh, can you imagine? Jon as a hero? It’s just embarrassing. I’m far more suited.”

“I dunno. I think you’re both pretty great,” Martin said. “Thanks.”

Tim bumped his shoulder against Martin’s. “Anytime.” He tensed up. “I could have said ‘Game of Thrones’ instead of Disney. This is what you get for improvising, Martin.”

“I still think you’re cool,” Martin assured him. Tim sketched a tiny overdone bow and sauntered back to his desk.

Martin spent the rest of the day feeling oddly safer than he had since Jane Prentiss. Nothing had changed, not really, but every time any of the Archives staff demonstrated that they had his back, it was surprisingly warming. Jon ignored him, more than usual even, for the rest of the day, but Martin still had the fact that Jon was protecting him from Elias to warm him.

At the end of the day he checked, then double-checked, to make sure that Jon had left, then settled in his creaky, uncomfortable cot and cued up his download of John and Mark’s video. It was what Martin watched when he wanted what he considered a ‘comfort wank’. They just seemed to like each other, and they were so supportive of each other, and John was so generous and kind…

“I thought as much.” Jon’s voice broke through Martin’s half-aroused musings. “You don’t really think you fooled anyone, do you Martin?”

Martin froze, paralyzed as Jon approached the side of the cot and reached over and plucked the phone from Martin’s hand, looking critically at the video playing, one eyebrow elegantly arched, before dropping in beside Martin on the bed. “J-Jon…”

“You’re nothing but a liar, aren’t you? Can’t even fess up to your own crimes, you have to manipulate Tim into taking the fall for you. Fortunately, I actually like Tim, so nothing too bad will happen to him.”

“I’m sorry,” Martin said in a small voice.

“I’m sure you are,” Jon said, slowly, painfully slowly unzipping his trousers. “Why don’t you open that liar’s mouth of yours and show me how sorry you are.”

“Wait, what?” Martin said, any other questions catching in his throat as Jon casually straddled his chest, freeing a long, hard cock from his underwear. “Jon!”

Jon’s weight pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. Jon’s elegant hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock, working it in slow, teasing strokes. “Come on, Martin. You wanted to be caught. You wanted me to know what you watched, what you wanted, that you wanted it from me.” He rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock and made a sound between a satisfied sigh and a hiss. “Don’t pretend you’re better than this. Don’t act like you deserve anything more than to be used. It’ll be nice to finally find a use for you, actually. You’re worthless as an assistant.”

Martin wished he could move. He wasn’t sure if he’d push Jon off him or just touch that lovely cock and, for once in his life, actually please Jon. But he couldn’t. Jon sat atop him, every movement of his hips sending shockwaves of pleasure through Martin’s body, and sneered.

“I see you’re just as worthless as a whore. All that porn and you don’t have any idea what to do with me now that I’m here. I suppose I’ll have to do everything myself, as usual.”

His hips sped up, and Martin’s stupid hand slid down the front of his trousers and fisted his own cock instead of reaching up and helping Jon with his. Jon was lovely like this, his eyes half closed in pleasure, his lips parted as he breathed in shallow, fast gasps, his hand tight around his cock, his other hand splayed on Martin’s chest. Martin moaned in pure, unadulterated pleasure, and woke up to an erection pressing insistently at his zipper and his phone lying on his chest, the screen accusingly blank. Even as disappointment rushed through him, Martin scrambled to free his cock and stroked himself off embarrassingly quickly.

Well. That had been… vivid. Martin crinkled up his nose at the mess he’d made and, once he’d caught his breath, headed upstairs to the nicer bathroom to rinse off and wash his face. Maybe he’d eaten something that had disagreed with him. Or something that had agreed with him a little too much. Martin wondered if he could figure out what had provoked such a vivid, fantastical dream and maybe reproduce it again.

He headed back towards the Archives, when another set of steps caught his ears. He froze, as paralyzed as he’d been in his dream, as Elias rounded the corner.

“Martin! What on earth are you still doing here?” Elias asked.

Martin swallowed. “I. Uh. Forgot something and just came back for it,” he said, hoping Elias didn’t ask what.

Elias looked at him for a long moment, then smiled. “Must have been pretty important. When did Jon give you the key and access codes?”

“Just… just now. For tonight. ‘Cause I forgot something.”

“Of course. Other managers might have insisted you wait until tomorrow morning, but Jon can be oddly… kind. In his way. Can’t he?”

“I… yes. He is,” Martin said staunchly.

Elias’s smile widened. “I’m glad to hear it. I had worried he might be too cold, but it sounds like he’s warming up to you.”

Martin knew he wasn’t blushing. “I hope so.”

“Excellent. Well, have a lovely night, Martin,” Elias said, turning to leave. Martin held his breath, trembling minutely as Elias sifted through his pockets for his keys. He was so close…

“It’s interesting,” Elias said, almost sounding like he was musing out loud to himself. “I find myself curious as to how Jon got his key to you. He certainly wouldn’t have given it to you before leaving.” He turned to Martin, still smiling. “I don’t suppose you were together tonight?”

“No, not exactly. I just needed the key and I got it from him on the way.”

“He doesn’t exactly live ‘on the way’ from your flat to here.”

How the hell did Elias know that off the top of his head? Martin hadn’t even known that. “No. It wasn’t exactly convenient.”

“Well, as I said, it must have been something important. Goodnight, Martin.”

Martin breathed again the moment the door closed after Elias.

He felt like he’d aged a decade in the past day. And he had nothing but the porn he’d already downloaded and saved and that fantasy of Jon to show for it.

Well, that fantasy might have almost been worth it. Unfortunately, it had faded, and when Martin settled back on the cot, he couldn’t call it back. He fell into an uncomfortable sleep and woke with a stiff back and sore muscles, like he did every morning.

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