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cruiscin_lan) wrote2009-03-17 10:18 pm
FIC: Three Wodehouse AUs
Title: A Gentleman's Personal Gentleman
Characters: Mohinder/Adam
Rating: R
Word Count: 617
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Manservant mansex.
A/N: Written for the YAHAKM. An AU based off Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster books with a little porn sprinkled in there.
"Morning, Adam," I said.
"Good morning, sir," said Adam.
He put the good old cup of tea softly on the table by my bed, and I took a refreshing sip. Just right, as usual. Not too hot, not too sweet, not too weak, not too strong, not too much milk, and not a drop spilled in the saucer. A most amazing cove, Adam. So dashed competent in every respect, and attractive to boot. Every other valet I've ever had used to barge into my room in the morning while I was still asleep, causing much misery; but Adam goes beyond that. He often stays beside me at night, his warm embrace helping settle me into sleep. It certainly doesn't hurt that he's an easy man to look at as well. After I've stirred in the morning, he rises first and floats back in with the cup just minutes after I come to life. He certainly knows how to start the day on the right foot, that one.
"How's the weather, Adam?"
"Exceptionally clement, sir."
"Anything in the papers?"
"Reports of a serial killer in the United States; says he takes people's heads off. Otherwise, nothing."
"I say, Adam, a man I met at the club last night told me invest some stock in an American biotech firm - Pinehearst, I think it was called. How about it?"
"I should not advocate it, sir."
That was enough for me. Adam knows. How, I couldn't say, but he knows.
"Shall I dress before breakfast?" I asked, sipping my tea delicately. "I was thinking perhaps of wearing the mauve shirt I just ordered."
"I sent it back, sir," Adam replied. "It didn't become you."
Well, I must say I'd thought fairly highly of that shirt, but I bowed to superior knowledge. Weak? I don't know. Most fellows, no doubt, are all for having their valets confine their activities to creasing trousers and what not without trying to run the home; but it's different with Adam. Right from the first day he came to me, I have looked on him as a sort of guide, philosopher, and friend.
"Then select something else for me to wear."
"Certainly, sir," he said as he disappeared.
I should add that I've always been accustomed to sleeping in the nude, and as I enjoy the brisk morning air, I tossed the covers away from my bed and let it wash over my naked body. It's just as refreshing as a bath. Even more refreshing is when Adam returns, also naked as the day he was born. It's positively invigorating.
Adam dresses me - yes, perhaps that's too intimate a duty for a valet, but I assure you that he is a perfect gentleman's gentleman. He buggers me quite enthusiastically in the bum as he helps button up my shirt from behind. There's nothing strange about that; it happens at Oxford all the time, or at least it did when I was a student there. But I digress. Adam certainly goes to extra lengths to see to my comfort, caressing my back with his gentle kisses and massaging my shoulders as well. Sometimes he'll even trace his finger along the cleft of my buttocks, inserting a finger to help alleviate my stress. Makes a deuce of a lot of difference to a fellow's day.
After breakfast I lit a cigarette and went to the open window to inspect the day. It certainly was one of the best and brightest.
"Adam," I said.
"Sir?" said Adam. He had been cleaning up the bed linens and straightening the clothes, but he paused at the sound of my voice.
"You were absolutely right about the weather. It is a juicy morning."
Title: Adam Takes Charge
Characters: Mohinder/Adam, bonus Angela Petrelli
Rating: R
Word Count: 611
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Manservant mansex. Again.
A/N: Written for the YAHAKM. An AU based off Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster books with a little porn sprinkled in there.
Now, touching this business of touching old Adam - my man, you know - where do we stand? Lots of people think I'm much too dependent on him. My father Chandra, in fact, has even gone so far as to call him my keeper. Well, what I say is: Why not? The man's gifted. From the waistband down he stands alone. Besides that, I gave up running my own affairs within a week of me coming... I mean, him coming to me.
I had been visiting my uncle when I found Angela, the maid I had taken with me, sneaking my silk socks, a thing no bloke of spirit could stick at any price. It transpired, moreover, that she had looted a lot of things here and there about the place, and I was reluctantly compelled to hand the misguided woman the mitten. I suppose that's what happens when you hire help for their great legs. Anyway, then I had to go to London and ask the registry office to dig up another specimen for my approval. They sent me Adam.
I shall always remember the morning I came... he came. I mean he came. It so happened that the night before I had been present at a rather cheery little supper, and I was feeling pretty rocky, by which I mean rock-hard. It was throbbing painfully, in fact. I crawled off the sofa and opened the door when the bell rang. A handsome, respectful man stood without.
"I was sent by the agency, sir," he said. "I was given to understand that you required..." he hesitated, peering downwards at the bulge in my pants, "a valet."
I'd have preferred a lady, but I welcomed him in, and he floated noiselessly through the doorway while I staggered beside him. He had a grave, sympathetic face, as if he, too, knew what it was like to feel my pain.
"Excuse me, sir," he said gently.
Then he seemed to flicker, and wasn't there any longer. I looked downward and realized that he was on his knees, undoing the front of my pants and releasing my painful erection.
"I beg your pardon," I began, but I choked on my words as he twisted my balls. Very distracting, I thought, and then he put his mouth on my cock and I was a goner indeed.
"If you would relax, sir," he said, with a kind of bedside manner, rather like the royal doctor shooting his wad in the bracer of the sick prince. "This is a little technique of my own invention. It is the tongue that brings relief. The lips make it irresistible. The teeth give it its bite. Gentlemen have told me they have found it extremely invigorating after a hard morning."
I would have clutched at anything that looked like a lifeline that morning. As it were, I clutched the hair at the back of his head, until he swallowed the stuff. For a moment I felt as if somebody had touched off a bomb inside the old bean and was strolling down my insides with a lighted torch, and then everything seemed suddenly to get all right. The sun shone in through the window; birds twittered in the tree-tops; and, generally speaking, hope dawned once more.
"You're here to stay!" I said, as soon as I could say anything.
"I perceived clearly that this cove was one of the world's wonders, the sort no home should be without.
"Thank you, sir. My name is Adam."
"You can start at once?"
"Immediately, sir," he said, rising to his feet and delicately wiping the dribble from his lip.
And that was that.
Title: Right Ho, Adam
Characters: Mohinder/Adam, bonus Sylar
Rating: R
Word Count: 524
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Can't get enough of that manservant mansex, can you?
A/N: Written for the YAHAKM. An AU based off Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster books with a little porn sprinkled in there.
I remember Adam saying on one occasion - I forgot how the subject had arisen - he may have simply thrown the observation out, as he does sometimes with his cock, for me to take or leave - that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Until tonight I had always felt that there was a lot in it - I'd only scorned a woman once myself, and was electrocuted horribly because of it.
Until tonight, therefore, as I say, I had never questioned the accuracy of the statement. Scorned women first and rest nowhere, was how it had always seemed to me.
But tonight I revised my views. If you want to know what hell can really do in the way of furies, look for the chap who has been hornswoggled into taking a long and unnecessary bicycle ride in the dark without a lamp. And by "bicycle ride" I mean "a ride into one's valet" and by "lamp" I mean "lube." The "in the dark" part is still entirely accurate.
Mark that word "unnecessary." That was the part of it that really jabbed the iron into the soul. This business of being put through it merely to gratify one's personal attendant's diseased sense of the amusing was a bit too thick and I chafed from start to finish. I cannot even comprehend what sort of enjoyment he anticipated from it; if it was a sorry sport on my part, it must have been sorer still on his end... in his end, rather.
So, what I mean to say, although the providence which watches over good men saw to it that I was enabled to complete the task unscathed except in the billowy portions, it was a frowning and exhausted Mohinder Suresh who finally came to anchor at his man's backdoor.
To say that I was now definitely nonplussed would be but to state the simple truth. I could make nothing of this. Afterwards I bathed bewilderedly. Still at a loss, I returned to my room, and there was Adam. And it is proof of my fogged condish that my first words to him were words not of reproach and stern recrimination, but of inquiry:
"I say, Adam!"
"Good evening, sir. I'm glad that you've returned. I trust you had an enjoyable ride."
"Don't be an ass, Adam. It flopped."
"Not altogether, sir. I fear, sir, that I was not entirely frank with you in regard to my suggestion that you bugger me in the bum without lubricant. I had merely intended it as a preliminary to what I might describe as the real business of the evening."
"You gibber, Adam."
"No, sir," Adam replied. In fact, just then he cast aside the curtain on the bed, revealing a tall, lanky, attractive man, with looks that were dominated by a pair of quite distinctive eyebrows.
"I hope you don't mind that I've taken the liberty to invite company over, sir."
I smiled at my valet. He always oversaw my needs so keenly that he knew my desires before I could even articulate them. Two men at once - now there was a novel activity for an evening.
Characters: Mohinder/Adam
Rating: R
Word Count: 617
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Manservant mansex.
A/N: Written for the YAHAKM. An AU based off Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster books with a little porn sprinkled in there.
"Morning, Adam," I said.
"Good morning, sir," said Adam.
He put the good old cup of tea softly on the table by my bed, and I took a refreshing sip. Just right, as usual. Not too hot, not too sweet, not too weak, not too strong, not too much milk, and not a drop spilled in the saucer. A most amazing cove, Adam. So dashed competent in every respect, and attractive to boot. Every other valet I've ever had used to barge into my room in the morning while I was still asleep, causing much misery; but Adam goes beyond that. He often stays beside me at night, his warm embrace helping settle me into sleep. It certainly doesn't hurt that he's an easy man to look at as well. After I've stirred in the morning, he rises first and floats back in with the cup just minutes after I come to life. He certainly knows how to start the day on the right foot, that one.
"How's the weather, Adam?"
"Exceptionally clement, sir."
"Anything in the papers?"
"Reports of a serial killer in the United States; says he takes people's heads off. Otherwise, nothing."
"I say, Adam, a man I met at the club last night told me invest some stock in an American biotech firm - Pinehearst, I think it was called. How about it?"
"I should not advocate it, sir."
That was enough for me. Adam knows. How, I couldn't say, but he knows.
"Shall I dress before breakfast?" I asked, sipping my tea delicately. "I was thinking perhaps of wearing the mauve shirt I just ordered."
"I sent it back, sir," Adam replied. "It didn't become you."
Well, I must say I'd thought fairly highly of that shirt, but I bowed to superior knowledge. Weak? I don't know. Most fellows, no doubt, are all for having their valets confine their activities to creasing trousers and what not without trying to run the home; but it's different with Adam. Right from the first day he came to me, I have looked on him as a sort of guide, philosopher, and friend.
"Then select something else for me to wear."
"Certainly, sir," he said as he disappeared.
I should add that I've always been accustomed to sleeping in the nude, and as I enjoy the brisk morning air, I tossed the covers away from my bed and let it wash over my naked body. It's just as refreshing as a bath. Even more refreshing is when Adam returns, also naked as the day he was born. It's positively invigorating.
Adam dresses me - yes, perhaps that's too intimate a duty for a valet, but I assure you that he is a perfect gentleman's gentleman. He buggers me quite enthusiastically in the bum as he helps button up my shirt from behind. There's nothing strange about that; it happens at Oxford all the time, or at least it did when I was a student there. But I digress. Adam certainly goes to extra lengths to see to my comfort, caressing my back with his gentle kisses and massaging my shoulders as well. Sometimes he'll even trace his finger along the cleft of my buttocks, inserting a finger to help alleviate my stress. Makes a deuce of a lot of difference to a fellow's day.
After breakfast I lit a cigarette and went to the open window to inspect the day. It certainly was one of the best and brightest.
"Adam," I said.
"Sir?" said Adam. He had been cleaning up the bed linens and straightening the clothes, but he paused at the sound of my voice.
"You were absolutely right about the weather. It is a juicy morning."
Title: Adam Takes Charge
Characters: Mohinder/Adam, bonus Angela Petrelli
Rating: R
Word Count: 611
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Manservant mansex. Again.
A/N: Written for the YAHAKM. An AU based off Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster books with a little porn sprinkled in there.
Now, touching this business of touching old Adam - my man, you know - where do we stand? Lots of people think I'm much too dependent on him. My father Chandra, in fact, has even gone so far as to call him my keeper. Well, what I say is: Why not? The man's gifted. From the waistband down he stands alone. Besides that, I gave up running my own affairs within a week of me coming... I mean, him coming to me.
I had been visiting my uncle when I found Angela, the maid I had taken with me, sneaking my silk socks, a thing no bloke of spirit could stick at any price. It transpired, moreover, that she had looted a lot of things here and there about the place, and I was reluctantly compelled to hand the misguided woman the mitten. I suppose that's what happens when you hire help for their great legs. Anyway, then I had to go to London and ask the registry office to dig up another specimen for my approval. They sent me Adam.
I shall always remember the morning I came... he came. I mean he came. It so happened that the night before I had been present at a rather cheery little supper, and I was feeling pretty rocky, by which I mean rock-hard. It was throbbing painfully, in fact. I crawled off the sofa and opened the door when the bell rang. A handsome, respectful man stood without.
"I was sent by the agency, sir," he said. "I was given to understand that you required..." he hesitated, peering downwards at the bulge in my pants, "a valet."
I'd have preferred a lady, but I welcomed him in, and he floated noiselessly through the doorway while I staggered beside him. He had a grave, sympathetic face, as if he, too, knew what it was like to feel my pain.
"Excuse me, sir," he said gently.
Then he seemed to flicker, and wasn't there any longer. I looked downward and realized that he was on his knees, undoing the front of my pants and releasing my painful erection.
"I beg your pardon," I began, but I choked on my words as he twisted my balls. Very distracting, I thought, and then he put his mouth on my cock and I was a goner indeed.
"If you would relax, sir," he said, with a kind of bedside manner, rather like the royal doctor shooting his wad in the bracer of the sick prince. "This is a little technique of my own invention. It is the tongue that brings relief. The lips make it irresistible. The teeth give it its bite. Gentlemen have told me they have found it extremely invigorating after a hard morning."
I would have clutched at anything that looked like a lifeline that morning. As it were, I clutched the hair at the back of his head, until he swallowed the stuff. For a moment I felt as if somebody had touched off a bomb inside the old bean and was strolling down my insides with a lighted torch, and then everything seemed suddenly to get all right. The sun shone in through the window; birds twittered in the tree-tops; and, generally speaking, hope dawned once more.
"You're here to stay!" I said, as soon as I could say anything.
"I perceived clearly that this cove was one of the world's wonders, the sort no home should be without.
"Thank you, sir. My name is Adam."
"You can start at once?"
"Immediately, sir," he said, rising to his feet and delicately wiping the dribble from his lip.
And that was that.
Title: Right Ho, Adam
Characters: Mohinder/Adam, bonus Sylar
Rating: R
Word Count: 524
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Can't get enough of that manservant mansex, can you?
A/N: Written for the YAHAKM. An AU based off Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster books with a little porn sprinkled in there.
I remember Adam saying on one occasion - I forgot how the subject had arisen - he may have simply thrown the observation out, as he does sometimes with his cock, for me to take or leave - that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Until tonight I had always felt that there was a lot in it - I'd only scorned a woman once myself, and was electrocuted horribly because of it.
Until tonight, therefore, as I say, I had never questioned the accuracy of the statement. Scorned women first and rest nowhere, was how it had always seemed to me.
But tonight I revised my views. If you want to know what hell can really do in the way of furies, look for the chap who has been hornswoggled into taking a long and unnecessary bicycle ride in the dark without a lamp. And by "bicycle ride" I mean "a ride into one's valet" and by "lamp" I mean "lube." The "in the dark" part is still entirely accurate.
Mark that word "unnecessary." That was the part of it that really jabbed the iron into the soul. This business of being put through it merely to gratify one's personal attendant's diseased sense of the amusing was a bit too thick and I chafed from start to finish. I cannot even comprehend what sort of enjoyment he anticipated from it; if it was a sorry sport on my part, it must have been sorer still on his end... in his end, rather.
So, what I mean to say, although the providence which watches over good men saw to it that I was enabled to complete the task unscathed except in the billowy portions, it was a frowning and exhausted Mohinder Suresh who finally came to anchor at his man's backdoor.
To say that I was now definitely nonplussed would be but to state the simple truth. I could make nothing of this. Afterwards I bathed bewilderedly. Still at a loss, I returned to my room, and there was Adam. And it is proof of my fogged condish that my first words to him were words not of reproach and stern recrimination, but of inquiry:
"I say, Adam!"
"Good evening, sir. I'm glad that you've returned. I trust you had an enjoyable ride."
"Don't be an ass, Adam. It flopped."
"Not altogether, sir. I fear, sir, that I was not entirely frank with you in regard to my suggestion that you bugger me in the bum without lubricant. I had merely intended it as a preliminary to what I might describe as the real business of the evening."
"You gibber, Adam."
"No, sir," Adam replied. In fact, just then he cast aside the curtain on the bed, revealing a tall, lanky, attractive man, with looks that were dominated by a pair of quite distinctive eyebrows.
"I hope you don't mind that I've taken the liberty to invite company over, sir."
I smiled at my valet. He always oversaw my needs so keenly that he knew my desires before I could even articulate them. Two men at once - now there was a novel activity for an evening.