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It was late in the afternoon when the already busy O5-8 received a call.
"Hello? Yeah I have quite a lot of– Bright? Again? Why me? Can't we just have Five– Okay. Any means, okay. Roger that, One."
Eight ended the call with a sigh. Just Jack Bright causing trouble, nothing new, but it was his turn to discipline the man this time. Eight was fuming.
He called for his assigned personal guard, a member of MTF Alpha-1, and instructed him to lead Jack Bright to his office. Exact time and place. Eight didn't like to be bothered or found in general, and he had his ways.
He swore he would teach Bright a lesson, whatever it takes.
"Favorite game? No? Okay. Favorite color? Come on, that can't be redacted."
Jack Bright sighed as he was being led through the long hall, straight to the O5's office. He'd been trying to initiate any kind of conversation with the agent that was escorting him, but to no avail. He refused to say anything that was not absolutely necessary.
So Jack went through his past few days in his head, wondering which rule he broke this time.
Getting summoned by an O5 was a relatively common occurrence for Jack. Well, definitely more common than for anyone else. He was convinced that the council just enjoyed picking on him for every little mistake he made. That he was a fun stress relief for the mysterious and arrogant council members. Never punishing him too harshly (after all, he was useful enough), but letting out some of the steam that came with their positions. Assholes.
He frowned as he was instructed to turn. They were at a part of Site 19 he'd never seen before, and if it wasn't for his current circumstances, he would have thought he got lost in some kind of pocket dimension. Well, he was about 50% certain that they were, in fact, inside a pocket dimension, but at least he wasn't lost.
The council was an eccentric bunch, Jack knew that very well. He'd never met O5-8 before, but judging by all his previous encounters with the others, he was in for some strange shit. Almost all of them had their own anomalous property as well, giving them way too much power to do as they pleased. He wasn't looking forward to what Eight might has to offer in that department.
They arrived in front of a door. The MTF agent stopped abruptly, and palmed Jack's shoulder to get his attention. The hand felt like it was made of stone.
Jack looked around. There were no other doors anywhere nearby. The one looked like a regular Site 19 blank metal door, but Jack was aware it was anything but. He looked back at the agent.
"Well, I guess this is where our ways part. I'm gonna miss you so much, Agent Redacted, you were the best conversational partner I ever had."
The agent didn't acknowledge Jack's snarky remark, he merely turned around and walked away.
Jack shook his head, took a deep breath and knocked twice. Waiting.
He didn't get any answer, but the door opened as an invitation (not creepy at all), and Jack stepped in.
…Just to stand face to face with yet another door. Jack rolled his eyes. If there was another after this, he was gonna turn around, he swore.
This one was much more interesting, though. Intricate, solid oak, with delicate patterns and the number '8' etched into it. It was impressive, really, considering it was supposed to be an entrance to an office. Jack looked back, and as he thought, the first door now appeared locked. The only way was straight ahead.
He didn't need to knock this time. It creaked open as an invitation, allowing Jack to step in. And Jack uttered a wow under his breath as he began taking in the sight.
At first it was pitch dark as the door shut behind him, cutting off the light from outside. He saw nothing for a couple of seconds, but then some dim lights lit up, and he could finally look around.
It was an antique style room with dark red curtains covering every (probably fake) window. There was a big plush sofa in the center with white pillows on top of it. In front of that was a wooden coffee table, papers and folders scattered on top of it. The back of the room seemed like a library that went on indefinitely, likely an illusion. A fireplace was providing all the light, as it turned out. It didn't look like an office at all, more like some fancy personal quarters. Not surprising.
There was nobody around, so Jack walked up to the desk, examining the papers idly when he heard a voice.
"Jack Bright, causing trouble and now trying to look at classified files."
Jack winced at the sudden sound. He looked up to his side and noticed the shadowy figure sitting in a large velvet armchair, smiling unnervingly. Jack was almost certain that the man was not there just a second ago. Some kind of reality warper then. Good to know.
The overseer was wearing a white shirt, black suit jacket, suit trousers, and black oxfords. Generic 'official' O5 stuff, nothing extraordinary. There was a perhaps anomalous shadow across his face, hiding some of his features.
"O5-8." Jack nodded as a greeting. "You called for me?"
Jack was just mildly creeped out by this guy. Maybe he should have been more alert, but his frequent encounter with these weird folk made them slightly less intimidating.
"Heard about your little incident. You know, the one that resulted in several Euclid class containment breaches last week?" Oh, that one. Eight sounded bored if anything. "And it was my turn to reprimand you. Lucky me."
Jack shrugged.
"Just tell them you did, and let me go. I'll play along. Easy as pie."
Eight snorted.
"But then how will you learn? No, no, there's a lesson to be learned here, and that lesson is to not give me extra work and shit to deal with."
"Oh I'm so sorry. How can I make it up to you, Mr. Overseer?"
Eight's face darkened a little more.
Had Jack gone too far?
"I don't like that edge in your voice."
Eight was pissed enough as is. Having to reprimand a manchild who does whatever he wants, and then he talks down to him like he's some kind of D-class or what? No, Eight just couldn't have that. He got a sudden idea.
"How about you get on your knees and use that mouth for something else? And that's not a request, Bright."
"Oh, that's new." Jack raised a brow with an interested gleam in his eyes as he did as he was told with little hesitation. He walked up to Eight and sank to his knees, looking up at him.
Truth to be told, Jack really was in a pretty host at the moment. Redhead, around his late-mid twenties, blue eyes and freckles, hair long enough to tie up. Eight reached under his chin and lifted his face up, examining his features. He ran his thumb across Jack's lower lip.
"Yeah…" he muttered. "I think we can sort this out in a different way. Without boring written warnings." Eight grinned. "Fucking hell, who was this guy before and why did they give you his body? You're way too pretty."
"Just get to the point, Eight." Jack looked smug as he answered, perfectly aware of the effects he had on the man.
Eight slapped him across his face, not too harshly but enough to make a point. Jack made a little 'ow' sound as he rubbed his cheek.
"Don't forget who you're talking to. You might be useful but I could still lock your amulet in a safe somewhere and keep you there for a hundred years." Eight frowned. "Maybe you'd learn some respect by the time I got you out."
He did get to the point though; he undid his pants and stroked himself, getting hard quickly while Bright watched intently, cheek flushed both from the slap and from the events unfolding. The overseer was still holding his chin, pressing his thumb between his lips. Bright made a show of wrapping his tongue around the digit and sucking on it, all the while keeping eye contact with Eight. Eight let out a low sound.
"Since you're so eager to suck something, why don't you come here?" He grabbed a handful of Bright's red locks and pulled him up to his crotch.
"Yes, sir." Bright grinned, putting an emphasis on the way he said sir. He reached out to wrap his fingers around Eight's dick, and licked a hot stripe along the tip before taking it into his mouth.
"Oh fuck–" Eight's hip bucked forward as Jack swallowed around him, skilled tongue teasing his tip as he took more and more. At one point Eight just grabbed his hair again and pulled him down on his whole length, keeping him still as Jack's eyes fluttered shut, tears trickling down his cheeks. He held onto Eight's thighs as the man thrusted down his throat. He thanked whatever gods he could think of for his current host's lack of gag reflex.
As Eight started feeling close, he pulled off Jack from his cock so abruptly that it almost hurt. Jack coughed and Eight just took some deep breaths, leaving Jack a small break while admiring him a little. His face was flushed, eyes teary, drool mixed with precum on his chin, and he looked fucked up and beautiful.
"I wanna fuck you, get in here." Eight's voice lost some edge but still had the authority in it and it made Jack shiver. He was not at all opposed to this idea, his own dick straining against his pants basically from the moment he got on his knees and looked up at the man in the suit.
He stood up, legs wobbly as he got rid of his pants and straddled Eight in his chair. Eight ran a hand along Bright's back and stopped at his ass, giving it a light squeeze. His other hand was holding Bright's face again, pressing two fingers to his lips.
"Get them nice and wet for your own sake," he ordered Jack, and it didn't even cross Jack's mind to disobey that.
He sucked on the fingers, getting them as wet as possible while Eight stroked his back and thighs. In any other situation it might have even seemed like a gentle gesture.
Once the fingers were deemed prepared enough, the overseer moved them down along Jack's ass, pressing into him with both, definitely not giving him enough time to adjust.
"Yes, there, please–" Jack let out a soundless sigh as he felt the fingers instantly brush along his prostate.
"As you wish. But don't you dare come just yet. You'll come on my dick or I'm sending you to keter duty." Eight laughed dryly and pressed against the spot again, making Jack's legs weak.
Bright was starting to regret his request as the fingers continuously rammed against his prostate, pushing him so close to the edge. It was getting seriously difficult to hold back, especially when Eight's other hand found its way to Jack's dick and gave him a few lazy strokes.
"Please stop, Eight, just fuck me already or I'm gonna– Fuck–" Jack sobbed, trying his best to hold back, and Eight actually had mercy on him this time.
He hastily put on a condom he apparently had around (would he use his anomaly for that?), then pulled out the fingers just to replace them with his cock. He didn't waste any time to go slow, bottoming out at the first thrust and filling Jack to the brim, making him cry out loudly. His hands scrambled to hold onto Eight's shoulders and he moved his hips to the rhythm of the thrusts.
Eight was considerably big and fucked into him roughly, tipping him over the edge very quickly. Jack's body shuddered as he reached climax, leaning into Eight's neck when he couldn't hold himself up anymore. And Eight didn't plan to stop just yet. He kept on his movements until Jack came once more, letting out a strangled moan, overstimulated and shaking and muttering incomprehensible pleas (whether he was asking for more or to stop was unclear). Eight followed shortly with a small shaky breath as Jack clenched down around him just right.
"I can't– fuck, that was so much..." Jack mumbled into Eight's neck, sounding exhausted.
Eight stroked his sweaty hair and back, embracing him a little.
"You took it so well, Jack. See, you can behave if you want," he whispered into Jack's ear, kissing him softly.
They waited until their breathing normalised again, then cleaned up as much as possible. Jack found his pants on the floor and got dressed, looking around once again when he was ready. He could swear that the room looked slightly different. He could never truly get used to reality benders.
"So… did you learn your lesson?" Eight crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, looking very satisfied with himself.
"Hmm… cause more breaches so I get fucked like that again?"
"Little shit." Eight snickered and shrugged. "Not to say no, though.. Well, don't cause any more breaches, but maybe you can visit me sometime."
"Sounds good. Where can I find you?"
"Wherever I want you to. Now get the hell out of here."
"Damn reality benders.." Jack huffed under his breath as he left O5-8's 'office'.