Title: The Little Comm Op Who Cried Wolfe
Author/pseudonym: Tinnean
Fandom: La Femme Nikita
Pairing: Operations (Paul Wolfe)/Greg Hillinger
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They’re not mine (if only they were!).
However, I play nice and put them away when I’m done. And I don’t get a
single penny for it! (Ah, the esthetic rewards, though!)
Status: complete
Date: 7/00
Series/Sequel: This sort of fits in with The Air that
They Breathe
Summary: Hillinger screws up one time too many, and
Operations decides a little discipline is in order.
Warnings: First time, spanking, age discrepancy.
It’s my AU, welcome to it. (Wow, this is almost as long as the whole story!)
One last warning: if the idea of Ops having sex with *anyone* creeps you out,
you might want to skip over this one.
The
Little Comm Op Who Cried Wolfe
Part 1
Who’s That Watching ?
To say that Hillinger was an unhappy camper was the
understatement of the year.
Not only had his department head pointed a cannon at him,
causing him to have a childish accident in his pants, but Operations, he of the
blue, blue eyes and silver hair, the
supreme leader of Section One had seen him disgrace himself.
As a result, he had been ordered to Operations’ quarters.
Hillinger had no doubt about what he would face when he got there.
A dull flush mounted Hillinger’s cheeks. It didn’t go
well with his coloring.
For a number of days he had felt himself to be under
observation. At first he thought it might be Birkoff, his head, looking to gain
an edge over him.
Then he thought perhaps Nikita, who since he had put
Birkoff’s life in jeopardy, no longer had any use for him.
Michael, maybe? He would do anything for his Kita, and if
she asked, he would have no problem in canceling the young comm operative. And
he considered Birkoff a friend.
Walter also was on the side of the angels. The old weapons
op would like nothing better than
to grind him into the dust.
A green and yellow melancholy swept over Hillinger. No one
in Section liked him. A tear ran down his cheek and he sniffed noisily.
The operative who was escorting him to Operations’
quarters spared him a glance from over her shoulder. Her lip twisted in a sneer.
“Looks like what goes around is coming around with a
vengeance, Gregg, m’boy!”
He ignored her, although it was very hard. What he really
wanted to do was slam her back against the wall, rip her mission pants off,
stick it into her and fuck her brains out. That would show her a thing or two!
Unfortunately, if he even hinted that he would attempt
something like that he had no doubt that she would squash him like a bug. At the
very least.
He sighed and followed after her, still pondering who his unknown surveillant was.
####
Part 2
Who’s that knocking on my door?
Operations paced his quarters impatiently, periodically
glancing at his watch. He had been keeping a surreptitious eye on Hillinger, the
young comm operative, since he had placed Birkoff’s life in danger.
No one sacrificed his operatives. No one.
Except, perhaps, himself.
So he watched Hillinger.
He watched him leaning over his computer console, his
trousers drawn tight over his buttocks.
He watched him stretching to reach an overhead compartment
to retrieve computer manuals, his slacks snugly, lovingly outlining the shape of
his cock.
He watched him, period.
And began to consider just what he wanted to do to the
younger man.
Get him alone.
Strip him naked.
Toy with him.
But above all, he wanted to fuck his tight ass.
He licked his lips and rubbed an idle hand over the front
of his trousers, where his own cock was making its needs known.
No one would dare question his orders for Hillinger to be
brought to his quarters. Madeline might not be overjoyed by it, but she would
never interfere.
A knock sounded at his door and he glanced once more at his
watch. A mere quarter hour had passed since he had issued his directive.
Operations smiled.
It was good to be the head of Section.
####
Part 3
What big eyes you have!
The operative who was escorting Hillinger to Operations’
quarters waited at ease until the door opened and the head of Section appeared
before her.
“Sorry for the delay, sir. The little twerp couldn’t
find a dry pair of pants!” She smirked.
Operations’ blank stare could have rivaled Michael at his
blankest. The operative choked on an apology and got her skinny ass out of the
vicinity as quickly as she could.
Hillinger was glad that look wasn’t directed at him. He
didn’t want to disgrace himself twice in one day.
Then Operations’ cold blue eyes turned to the young comm
op and Hillinger tightened his sphincters, the urgent need to pee almost getting
the best of him.
And then those eyes warmed. “Come in, Mr. Hillinger.”
And that voice... When it wasn’t barking orders at
operatives or snidely cutting
underlings to ribbons, it was warm, sensuous, almost...voluptuous.
Like silk sliding over naked skin....
Naked skin? Where had that thought come from?
Operations threw a careless arm over Hillinger’s
shoulders, urging him further into the room. “Would you care for something to
drink, Mr. Hillinger?”
“Uh, I’m not legal yet, sir.”
“I wasn’t offering you alcohol, Mr. Hillinger. I
don’t want you buzzed.”
“Huh?”
“Tell me, Mr. Hillinger, do you have any idea why I had
you brought here?”
All those ‘Mr. Hillingers’ were getting the comm op very
nervous. “I assume to ream my ass for making such a hash of things in
Comm,” he said reluctantly.
“Oh yes!” Operations agreed, his eyes now hot. “But not quite in the way you’re imagining, Mr. Hillinger!”
####
Part 4
I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll
blow...
The image brought to mind by Operations’ tone of voice
had Hillinger flushing. And growing hard.
He blushed even brighter red when Operations turned to face
him and Hillinger’s cock nudged his hip.
His childhood stutter suddenly reappeared. “S-s-sorry, s-sir!”
He wanted to sink into the bottom-most sublevel of Section’s lowest basement.
“Why?” Operations asked kindly. “I’m not offended
by the fact that you’ve got a hard on. I’ve got one myself!”
Hillinger’s mouth dropped open and Operations took
advantage of that to cover the younger man’s lips with his own and thrust his
tongue past them. His hands held the comm op’s head still for the assault on
his mouth.
Operations took Hillinger’s hand and pressed it against
the front of his pants. His erection had reached alarming proportions and
Hillinger was fascinated by the thought that he had roused the
head of Section to that extent. He groaned into the older man’s mouth and
rubbed his own arousal against his leg like a dog in heat.
The sound of a zipper being lowered was loud in the silence
of the room. And then Hillinger found himself with a hand full of hot, pulsing
cock He reached past to fondle Operations’ balls, then took his cock in both
hands and began stroking him. The moisture that beaded at the tip had him
feeling like the most powerful man in the world.
Operations’ hands were nimbly unfastening his trousers
and they slid to the floor, leaving him bare to the comm op’s enthralled gaze.
Hillinger licked his lips. He did not see the salacious gleam in Operations’
blue eyes.
And then hands on his shoulders began pushing him down to
his knees. For a moment he was confused, not sure what the older man wanted of
him. Until he saw that quivering cock, level with his mouth, and the head of
Section rocked forward, demanding entrance.
Hillinger gasped and found his mouth filled. He could taste
the older man on his tongue and his own cock trembled in response. Tentatively,
he pulled back, and Operations advanced again, a little faster this time. They
repeated their dance of lust, advance and retreat, until Operations began to
shout hoarsely and his hot essence filled Hillinger’s mouth.
And Hillinger swallowed. And swallowed.
And sat back, still unbearably aroused.
####
Part 5
...Let me in!
When Operations finally caught his breath, he looked up and
watched with derision as Hillinger stripped off his trousers. The tip of the
comm op’s cock was a dusky rose and he was on the verge of coming all over
Operations’ very plush rug.
The head of Section seized his balls and squeezed. Hard.
Hillinger moaned in pain and tears flooded his eyes.
“Don’t I get to come?” he wailed.
“Of course,” Operations said, his voice as cold as his
heart. “You will come, when and where I tell you, and NOT ONE
MOMENT BEFORE!”
Hillinger jumped at the authority in that voice. His eyes
worshipful, he leaned toward the head of Section and kissed him with lips that
were moist and soft. “Yes!” he breathed. “I’ll do whatever you say!”
“Get into my bedroom!” Operations commanded, but he was
uneasy. Hillinger seemed to enjoy the submissive role just a trifle too much.
The comm op scrambled to his feet and ran toward a door.
“Not that one!” the head of Section snarled. He pointed
him in the correct direction and followed after, thoughtfully removing
the rest of his clothing.
A trail of clothes, like bread crumbs, led him to
Hillinger.
Hillinger was sprawled, face down and naked, on the bed. He
rubbed his groin against the bedspread but stopped when a powerful hand impacted
with his buttocks.
Operations reached into the drawer of the night stand and
withdrew a condom and a tube of lubricant. “Do you want me to describe what
I’m going to do to you?” he asked as he rolled on the latex sheath.
He ran a finger down the cleft of Hillinger’s ass,
probing for the entrance. Hillinger moaned and thrust back, wanting the finger
in him. “Tell me!” he whimpered.
Operations leaned over him. “I’m going to coat my
fingers with the lubricant and cover my cock with it. Then I’m going to push
my fingers into your ass.” He was busy following his own scenario. “And
I’m going to fuck you that way for a long, long time!
“I’m going to take those fingers out, but before you
can catch your breath and beg me not to stop, I’m going to replace them with
my cock! Now, I want you to hold your cheeks apart for me!”
Hillinger trembled and obeyed.
“I’m going to make sure you’re stretched wide. I
don’t want to hurt you! Much.”
His fingers had been sliding in and out of Hillinger’s
tight ass. The young comm op was moaning and rubbing his cock on the spread
beneath him.
“Mas...I mean, Operations, I’m going to come!”
Operations removed his fingers so quickly Hillinger felt a twinge of pain. He
jerked as a hard hand came down forcefully on his buttocks. “What did I tell
you?” the head of Section hissed.
“I know, I know, but I’m so hot!”
Another blow landed. “Don’t move your hands! I told you
to keep your cheeks parted!”
Hillinger obeyed and Operations began spanking him in
earnest, even striking the puckered opening. The comm op was moaning steadily,
his legs thrashing so that the head of Section had to knee them apart as far as
he could get them.
His own cock was begging to be buried in the morsel spread
so temptingly before it, and finally, after one last smack, Operations
positioned himself and began to slowly enter.
The comm op was snug, but not virgin, and Operations thrust
more powerfully. And then he was all the way in.
He varied the length and the depth of his strokes, his
hands hard on the younger man’s hips, pounding away until he began to feel his
control unravel.
And just before he began spilling himself, “Now, Mr.
Hillinger! You can come now!”
Hillinger’s hands left his buttocks, which he had
continued to keep spread, and grabbed his cock, stroking and squeezing.
And he cried out as he came, bucking so hard he nearly threw the head of Section off.
####
Part 6/End
And they lived...happily?
Hillinger lay face down on the bed. Operations’ long body
held him helpless, in an abandoned sprawl, his cock still firmly imbedded
in the comm op, whose breath sobbed in and out. Aftershocks from his
orgasm still rippled through him.
As Operations had discovered, this sort of sex was not new
to Hillinger. But none of his previous partners had ever treated him as harshly
as the head of Section. His buttocks still tingled from the force of the
spanking he had received.
Just thinking of it made his cock hard all over again.
Operations carefully disengaged and removed the condom.
“You can get dressed now and return to your quarters, Mr.
Hillinger.”
“Can I get cleaned up first, sir?”
“Did I say you could?”
“No, sir.”
“Then obey my instructions!”
The comm op ducked his head in embarrassment and rolled off
the bed. He scooped up the various items of apparel, a
loud sniff signaling his
unhappiness.
Operations sighed and walked into the bath.
Hillinger was just stooping over to draw his trousers on
when a warm, damp washcloth soothed the sting in his buttocks and then wiped the
lubricant from the cleft between.
“I’m not a total monster!” Operations observed.
“No sir,” Hillinger concurred.
Hurtful fingers jerked his chin up. “I’m a hard man,
Mr. Hillinger. You’re going to find out just how hard! I’m not fair, and I
don’t share: you’re mine for as long as I want. I’ll take
you when it’s convenient for me. If you play with anyone else, I
will have you cancelled! And our association will end when I say
it will. Have I made myself plain?”
“Yes sir!” Hillinger whispered, shivering with
excitement.
“Very well. then go.”
The younger man hurried to comply.
“Oh, and Mr. Hillinger? Leave Birkoff alone. If I find
that you’ve been tormenting him...well, let’s just say that I have a
selection of riding crops that you do not want to become intimate
with!”
****
Hillinger almost sprinted all the way to his rooms,
astounded that the whole pronouncement had been made while the man was stark
naked. As soon as his door was secured behind him he had his pants down around
his ankles and was frantically jerking himself off.
****
Operations returned to his bedroom, wryly observing the
shambles they had made of his almost obsessively neat bed. He couldn’t believe
that he had stood before Hillinger,
without a stitch of clothing on, and actually ordered him to become his lover.
He settled down onto the bed and folded his hands behind
his head, a satisfied grin parting his kiss-swollen lips.
Madeline had been too strong to play with: they both wanted
to be dominant.
But with Hillinger...
He reached down and fondled his hardening flesh.
“Yes, we do find the boy rather interesting, don’t we?”
~End~
