All the way...

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Set just after the clubbing last weekend, and after Doug sends his drunkmail to Marie.



Doug blinked fuzzily at his computer screen and, with deliberate movements, shut it and set it to the side. He leaned back in his chair and wished that the ceiling would stop spinning. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, trying to swallow back a desire to throw up.

With her hands clasped behind her back, Kwannon continued with her nightly routine of walking the halls. During this time, she would listen in on the private thoughts of the Manor's residents while they slept. A few soft grunts turned her attention toward the library's open door. She entered, steathily. In the farther most corner, she felt the ting of his familiar presence, grossly inebriated and unaware of her approach.

The grunts were Doug's noises of frustration at the world in general, and his drunken state in specific. ~I should not have let Amanda talk me into drinking. What a stupid idea. It didn't help anything.~

Weeks of planning had finally produced some results, the boy was on the verge of heartbreak. She hid the smile that would ruin her look of sincerity as she stood behind him. Washing herself in the essence of Betsy Braddock, the same woman that endeared herself to Doug Ramsey all those months ago. Her accent lightly laced through each word. "Doug, are you alright?"

Doug's head jerked upward at the unexpected voice, then he moaned as his head spun. "Ms. Braddock. No, I...there was a party. And I...believe I had a bit too much to drink."

She dropped her hands to her sides, a look of disappointment on her face. "I thought more of you, Doug." She squat down next to him, placing her hand on his knees. "I highly doubt your mother would be very happy to know that I brought you here only to commit yourself to some illegal activities."

Doug hung his head, ashamed. "It...Marie-Ange told me I should come along, that I needed to get out of the mansion. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Just like when Amanda got us some shots and told me I needed to loosen up, it seemed like a good idea at the time."

"And right now, you're completely tossed and feeling sorry for yourself." She raised her hand to stop him from denying it. "I'm not reading you, if that's what you're worried about. It's written all over your face. Every choice, a consequence, Doug."

Doug nodded slowly, barely moving his head. "Oh, I'm definitely understanding the consequences of this choice. And I'll probably be regretting it even more in the morning."

Underneath the look of concern, her eyes tightened almost imperceptibly as she began delving into his mind. Working the affects of the alcohol and amplifying its' affect. She gently squeezed his knee and rose from her position, taking her seat opposite of him. "So, do you care to tell me what's been bothering you?"

His tongue was already loosened by the alcohol, but what she was doing was loosening it even more. "You mean besides my complete inability to get over Marie? I've been having these...dreams about her. I should just be her friend, but I can't stop thinking about what it'd be like for her to touch me. To feel those gloves sliding across my skin." He whimpered. "And it makes me feel so guilty. So...dirty." He choked back a sob.

She shook her head. "You can't help how you feel, Doug. Or what your mind does while you're sleeping, it's an involuntary act. You're developing into a young man and bound for some awkward times. It is the process we all endure." She paused. "Have you talked to Marie about the dreams or your feelings?

Doug stared at her as though she had grown a third arm. "Are you crazy? Tell her about the dreams? She knows how I feel, but I couldn't tell her about the dreams. 'Oh, yeah, by the way, Em, I've been having erotic daydreams about you that are so vivid that I have to jerk off a couple times a day to keep from going insane.' Yeah, that'd go over well." He snorted, a sneer of self-mockery on his face.

"I'm only trying to help." Kwannon bowed her head, her hair covering her face. All the while, seeing pathways, searching through his muddled thoughts, and pushing his inhibitions out the way. She added an affected sigh to enhance the exchange. "Don't do that."

Doug cocked his head, confused. "Don't do what?" The alcohol (and amplification of it) was seriously messing his thought processes up.

"Think yourself unworthy of love, in any way. Isolation, is not the road to take, either." She covered her hand over his, looking up at him, her piercing violet eyes, searching his. "I haven't been much help to you, since bringing you here. I've had some issues to deal with of my own. I partially blame myself for these circumstances."

Doug shook his hand in a negating gesture. "I don't blame you, Ms. Braddock. What with getting your eyesight back, and all the chaos that has been going on...you've had a lot on your plate."

"That's no excuse." She pulled back from him, looking around the dark surroundings of the emptied library. "This school is changing and I've remained still, unphased by it all." She wrapped her hands around her arms, she says quietly. "It clouds my mind so, all the thoughts. The walls are angry."

Doug reached forward hesitantly and touched her hand, a concerned look on his face. "How do you deal with it all, then?"

She breaks from the mood. "Much practice," she gave a brief smile.

Doug nodded. "I can only imagine what telepathy must be like, a sense of never being alone even in your own mind..."

"Like you. Always picking up private moments or signals when you should stay blind to it, is also a trying ability." She rose from her chair. "Come on, it's time for you to get some sleep."

Doug yawned prodigously and his eyes fluttered. "I _am_ kinda tired..." he murmured.

Closing her eyes, she sent the suggestive message through the link she'd built whilst talking to him. Kwannon leaned in and brushed her lips against Doug's ear. "Then sleep, dream, and remember me not." she whispered.

Doug's eyes drooped some more, fluttered open briefly at the 'remember me not', but then slammed shut as his head lolled back onto the top of the chair.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" She trailed her finger down his face, lifting his chin, and watched his peaceful expression. "Don't worry, I'll leave you intact, mostly."

The transition to the dreamworld was even smoother than the first two times. In the dreamworld, as in the waking one, Doug sat in a chair in a secluded corner of the library. He looked around curiously, wondering what was in store.

A silk-clad hand grazed his neck and disappeared in the darkness. A girl can be heard giggling in the distance.

Doug glanced around quickly, trying to find the source of the giggling. "...Em?" he asked hesitantly.

"I'm here, I've always been here." She appeared from the shadows wearing her black pants, silver top, and those revered black silk gloves. Marie came from the darkness, a vision of irrefutable beauty and grace. "You've been such a good boy, Doug. So patient."

Doug nodded jerkily. "I've tried. I've tried to be patient. It's so difficult, though. I think about you so much. I imagine what it'd be like..."

"Why?" she asked simply.

"Because I love you," he answered softly. "I love you so much it almost hurts sometimes."

"I don't want you to hurt." She moved toward him, her hands on his thighs. "I know I can make it better, but I need your help first."

Doug tentatively placed his hands over hers. "You can make it better? How? And what do I need to do? Please, I'll do whatever you ask."

"Like this." She leaned in against him, her hand trailing upwards, passing the bulge in his pants, and working the snap on his jeans.

Doug groaned and his eyes slitted half-shut. They would have shut completely except that he just had to watch what she was doing. His hands clenched the armrests of his chair as he sat back and watched her.

She slowly pulled off his jeans, as he lifted his hips for her. "Tell me. What did Mr. Summers ask you to do for him?" Folding the jeans, she placed them next to him. She eyed his erection and grinned, maliciously.

Doug completely missed the malicious hint to the grin, and just whimpered. "Um, he asked me to keep an eye on Ms. Braddock," he managed to get out, having difficulty concentrating. "He's been worried about her. But he came to me later and told me not to worry about it, that he didn't want to put me in any danger."

Outside the dreamscape, the mirage of Elisabeth Braddock circled Doug Ramsey. Each mental touch enhancing the experience, already tormenting his oversensitized body. It was her hold on his mind that kept him from reaching orgasm, that kept his mind from breaking. Committed to the acts, Doug rocked the chair with his shivers, murmuring Marie's name with each minute seizure. "Tell me everything, Doug," Kwannon whispered.

Back within the dream, Marie began rubbing her hand up and down Doug's erection through the thin fabric of his underwear.

Doug's dream self arched into the caress of Marie's hand. He whimpered. "Please, Em, don't leave me this time." He pled incoherently as pleasure wracked his body.

In the waking world, his subconscious was babbling everything Kwannon asked of him. His discussion with Scott, his own suspicions since the incident in the fencing hall, and so forth.

"I won't, baby. I won't," she cooed. Marie continued to work Doug, changing her rhythm every few strokes. "I only want to make you happy. So happy."

Doug groaned deeply in his throat. "Oh, I am, Em. So happy right now. I don't ever want this to stop. Mmmm." His eyes rolled up as his brain nearly overloaded from the pleasure.

Kwannon licked her lips, riding the waves with Doug as they were affecting her. She ran her hands along his chest, "there's more Doug. I know there's more. What else have you said, to whom. Tell me."

Marie looked up at Doug, hopeful. "Can I?" She let him know that Marie's voice was filled with a heady need to pleasure him. She tugged at his waistband, "please."

"There's nobody else, I swear," Doug managed to get out through the haze of pleasure. His head tossed back and forth as Kwannon continued to dig.

Doug's hips lifted in clear invitation to Marie. "God, Em, I thought you'd never ask. Please...I want...I need..."

"And there will be no more. You will not say any more and then, you shall receive your reward. Is that understood, Doug?"

Marie paused, her fingers lightly playing with his bellybutton. "Need what?"

Doug's head continued tossing as he whimpered and moaned. "No more. I promise, no more. Please, I need..."

Doug's pleas in the dream world mirrored his pleas in the waking one. "Please, I need...I need you. Please don't stop, Em. Please don't stop." His hips bucked as he tried to draw contact with his aching erection.

"Good." Kwannon and Marie both echoed. They leaned forward, toward his bucking form.

Marie pulled down the waistband, freeing his burden. She wrapped her hand around his erection and worked his shaft. Her eyes hooded, as she listened to the soft noises coming from Doug. "I won't stop, not this time. You've been so patient and earned every minute of it."

Doug groaned deeply, eyes closed and savoring the feeling of body-heated silk wrapped around his erection. He was practically incoherent, making strange babbling noises and whimpering. "Please" was about the only word that could be made out, and he was chanting it like a mantra.

Whatever you do, whatever you think, I'll be watching.

She diligently pumped him, listening to his pleading voice. His mind fighting for release, pushed beyond it's mental limit. Kwannon magnanimously relinquished her control. And while, Doug teetered over the edge of orgasm, Marie bowed her head, breathing on him for a moment. She moved in closer, letting her tongue run along him before pulling back. It was all he need to break.

Doug's back arched as he exploded, spewing his seed all over the inside of his boxers and jeans.

In the dream world, Marie scooped up a small amount of it with a finger and licked the glove clean, grinning at Doug. His eyes fluttered closed. "God, Em...that was...amazing."

"I'm glad." Marie leaned back on her legs, smiling lazily up at him. "I love you. Sleep now, I'll be around when you need me."
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"Goodbye, Mr. Ramsey." Kwannon eyed Doug as a smile fell across his face, leading him down the shadows of unconsciousness Remember my last.