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denyceTitle: A Different Kind of Tribute
Fandom: Dark Angel/One Tree Hill
Pairing: Ben/OMC, Ben/Lucas
Rating: R
Summary: AU crossover DA/OTH (Lucas is one of the 12 that escaped Manticore) Sadly Lucas has seizures. Ben does what he has to to earn enough money to purchase tryptophan on the black market.
Disclaimer: Not Mine! I don’t own nor make any monetary value! Borrowing characters strictly for fanfiction to share with other obsessive fans intended for harmless enjoyment.
Word Count: 696
Notes: Amnesty fic written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
au_bingo au bingo prompt: prostitution. Un'beta'd.
Ben closed his eyes, letting his body take over and do what he had to even when his mind started to wander.
For the umpteenth time he berated himself for allowing Lucas get the best of him - in which he’d somehow given Lucas his word. It had been in a moment of weakness, after a night of ecstasy when Lucas made him promise he wouldn’t make any tributes to the Blue Lady in his regard.
It kills him whenever he thinks about it, especially now that he desperately needs her help. His unit brother Lucas needs tryptophan to stop the seizures, and Ben knows he'll do whatever it takes to get his hands on the supplement.
Realistically Ben knew there was nothing else he could do in order to save Lucas.
It was the reason why he was here right now – in an alley on his knees, letting some guy abuse his mouth: to make enough money to buy more tryptophan.
Lately Lucas’ seizures were worse making them vulnerable and unable to travel, forcing them to lay low. If they’d been back at Manticore, Ben has no doubt that Manticore would have given Lucas to the Nomlies. Although they were as far away from Manticore and the Nomlies as they could get it wasn't helping. At Manticore like the rest of them Lucas was taking regular doses of tryptophan and though Manticore didn't know it Lucas was sick and hid his seizures, needing higher doses of tryptophan.
The main problem was getting his hands on enough tryptophan without drawing attention. It wasn’t something a normal person would need daily. And definitely not at doses they’d needed. However it was imperative for an X5 as the supplement kept any seizures at bay.
Even though it was a supplement, it was still categorized medicinal and kept under lock. Security in general was too tight to continually rob any of the hospital or pharmacists without raising suspicion from the sector police or even Manticore. If it had been for himself, he’d of said it wasn’t worth the risk, but for Lucas he couldn’t stand by and watch him suffer.
Lucas was the one who found him beyond the fence. He had slipped and fallen into the river. Soldiers were almost on top of him before they were off chasing someone else in his unit. Climbing out of the water he hid until they passed him. Coming out of hiding he ran and didn’t look back.
At some point, Lucas found him – together they escaped the woods and left Manticore behind.
It was Lucas who held him each night whenever he had a nightmare, when he couldn’t stop remembering, or the days he missed the others in his unit. Lucas was there, together they faced the world. Only now Lucas was getting worse even with the tryptophan.
Above him, the john jerkily pushed forward, his cock shoved down Ben's throat. Fingers gripped tight in his hair as he came. Ben opened his throat and swallowed the come down - pretending it was anything else but what it was.
The image vanished and Ben pulled back letting the softened cock slip from his mouth. The man’s thumb swept up a droplet of come from his chin and fed it to him. He didn’t complain and only opened his mouth, his tongue wrapping around it. The man appeared pleased with the gesture as he pulled his thumb away with a pop and patted his cheek. “Next time, maybe we’ll go inside. Wanna see if that ass is as pretty as your mouth.”
Ben ran his tongue over his bottom lip seductively. “I’ll cost you more.”
“ ‘Spect so.” He quickly tucked himself in and turned away. Calling over his shoulder, “See you in a few days.
Standing Ben shoved his hands deep into his pockets. In his right pocket fingers touched the money folded there. He knew exactly how much he had. If he was lucky only one more john for the night then he’d have enough to buy more tryptophan.
Then maybe Lucas could stop seizing long enough for Ben to hold him through the night – before the next seizure.
Fandom: Dark Angel/One Tree Hill
Pairing: Ben/OMC, Ben/Lucas
Rating: R
Summary: AU crossover DA/OTH (Lucas is one of the 12 that escaped Manticore) Sadly Lucas has seizures. Ben does what he has to to earn enough money to purchase tryptophan on the black market.
Disclaimer: Not Mine! I don’t own nor make any monetary value! Borrowing characters strictly for fanfiction to share with other obsessive fans intended for harmless enjoyment.
Word Count: 696
Notes: Amnesty fic written for
au_bingo au bingo prompt: prostitution. Un'beta'd.Ben closed his eyes, letting his body take over and do what he had to even when his mind started to wander.
For the umpteenth time he berated himself for allowing Lucas get the best of him - in which he’d somehow given Lucas his word. It had been in a moment of weakness, after a night of ecstasy when Lucas made him promise he wouldn’t make any tributes to the Blue Lady in his regard.
It kills him whenever he thinks about it, especially now that he desperately needs her help. His unit brother Lucas needs tryptophan to stop the seizures, and Ben knows he'll do whatever it takes to get his hands on the supplement.
Realistically Ben knew there was nothing else he could do in order to save Lucas.
It was the reason why he was here right now – in an alley on his knees, letting some guy abuse his mouth: to make enough money to buy more tryptophan.
Lately Lucas’ seizures were worse making them vulnerable and unable to travel, forcing them to lay low. If they’d been back at Manticore, Ben has no doubt that Manticore would have given Lucas to the Nomlies. Although they were as far away from Manticore and the Nomlies as they could get it wasn't helping. At Manticore like the rest of them Lucas was taking regular doses of tryptophan and though Manticore didn't know it Lucas was sick and hid his seizures, needing higher doses of tryptophan.
The main problem was getting his hands on enough tryptophan without drawing attention. It wasn’t something a normal person would need daily. And definitely not at doses they’d needed. However it was imperative for an X5 as the supplement kept any seizures at bay.
Even though it was a supplement, it was still categorized medicinal and kept under lock. Security in general was too tight to continually rob any of the hospital or pharmacists without raising suspicion from the sector police or even Manticore. If it had been for himself, he’d of said it wasn’t worth the risk, but for Lucas he couldn’t stand by and watch him suffer.
Lucas was the one who found him beyond the fence. He had slipped and fallen into the river. Soldiers were almost on top of him before they were off chasing someone else in his unit. Climbing out of the water he hid until they passed him. Coming out of hiding he ran and didn’t look back.
At some point, Lucas found him – together they escaped the woods and left Manticore behind.
It was Lucas who held him each night whenever he had a nightmare, when he couldn’t stop remembering, or the days he missed the others in his unit. Lucas was there, together they faced the world. Only now Lucas was getting worse even with the tryptophan.
Above him, the john jerkily pushed forward, his cock shoved down Ben's throat. Fingers gripped tight in his hair as he came. Ben opened his throat and swallowed the come down - pretending it was anything else but what it was.
The image vanished and Ben pulled back letting the softened cock slip from his mouth. The man’s thumb swept up a droplet of come from his chin and fed it to him. He didn’t complain and only opened his mouth, his tongue wrapping around it. The man appeared pleased with the gesture as he pulled his thumb away with a pop and patted his cheek. “Next time, maybe we’ll go inside. Wanna see if that ass is as pretty as your mouth.”
Ben ran his tongue over his bottom lip seductively. “I’ll cost you more.”
“ ‘Spect so.” He quickly tucked himself in and turned away. Calling over his shoulder, “See you in a few days.
Standing Ben shoved his hands deep into his pockets. In his right pocket fingers touched the money folded there. He knew exactly how much he had. If he was lucky only one more john for the night then he’d have enough to buy more tryptophan.
Then maybe Lucas could stop seizing long enough for Ben to hold him through the night – before the next seizure.