Learning How to Kneel [Appleseed, Deunan x Briareos, R]

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Title: Learning How to Kneel
Author: poptartodoom
Rating: R-ish.
Warnings: Deunan is… young. Old enough to consent, but young.
Wordcount: 981
A/N: Once again, many thanks to my beta,crabapplered. This is pre-cyborgization Briareos, by the way. He started becoming a cyborg approximately a year after this fic, after being caught in an explosion.
Prompt: Appleseed, Briareos/Deunan: sex in the war room, training - "her love is teaching me how to kneel"

Summary: Deunan has always, always been a bit obsessed with Briareos.

When an eleven-year-old Deunan was introduced to the twenty-year-old Briareos, the results were immediate: Deunan was firmly in love with the young adult, who was in turn terrified of the crush the prepubescent girl had on him. Carl thought it was hilarious, watching his daughter follow Briareos all over the place, sometimes insisting on taking his hand and walking hand-in-hand with him. Carl figured it was just a phase.

When Deunan turned sixteen, the crush hadn't gone away. Quite the opposite, in fact; Deunan was completely in love with him, and was not going to be dissuaded. Briareos had been ignoring how he felt about the girl for a long time, afraid to think about it. While Deunan was finally old enough to consent, Briareos still thought of her as the little kid who followed him around, yammering on about whatever struck her at the moment. Of course, she was a little taller, a little more effeminate, and a little more capable of holding her own on the battlefield. Carl was training her well, though Briareos disagreed with his methods.

They'd been training all day, yet again. Carl was a slave driver. Deunan was giving everything she had, and Briareos was doing his best to intercede on her behalf. Carl refused to yield and Deunan was trained hard all day. She popped into the observation room later to check her stats for the day, finding Briareos alone. "So, I hear you keep trying to get my dad to go easy on me," she hissed.

Briareos blinked in surprise and turned to face her. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Dammit, Briareos, I don't want to be coddled! I want to be treated as an equal!"

"You're sixteen, Deunan-"

Deunan stomped over to him, shoving him into a chair. "Shut up," she ordered, "And listen. I don't want anybody to take it easy on me. I can take whatever my dad- or you, or anybody- can dish out! Do you really see me as a kid still? What the hell do I have to do to get you to see me as an adult and your equal?!"

"Uh..." Briareos was staring at her, a deer-in-headlights expression on his dazed face. He'd never seen this side of her. "Deunan, I... I'm sorry."

"You damn well should be." Deunan glared at him, stalking up to him, a lionness stalking her prey. She seized his hands and placed them on her breasts, glowering all the while. "Do these feel like I'm still a little kid?"

Briareos stared. "Deunan, I-"

"Shut up and squeeze!"

Briareos immediately did as she ordered, trying to ignore the way his body was reacting. "Your father could walk in at any minute," he said softly.

"Screw my father. If he hasn't seen this coming from day one he's blind."

"Seen what coming?"

"The fact that I'm going to seduce you if it kills me." Deunan's eyes flashed dangerously, a flirtacious little smirk on her lips. Before Briareos could blurt out an excuse and run for his life, she was straddling his lap, his hands still firmly pressed against her breasts. "You are attracted to me," she purred, feeling the beginnings of his hard-on through his pants. "Stop ignoring it, Briareos."

"I'm nine years older than you, Deunan," Briareos protested. "I'm twenty-five. I can't do this, it's not right."

"I'm legal," Deunan insisted. "Now seriously, shut up." She kissed him then, pressing insistently against him. Slowly, Briareos returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close.

"Dammit, Deunan, this isn't right," he mumbled into the kiss. "Your dad's going to kill me."

"He doesn't have to know," Deunan purred, helping Briareos work a hand up under her shirt. Feeling he was still a bit reluctant, she firmly ground up against him, one hand still on his wrist, the other nimbly working the fly of his pants. Briareos groaned softly and finally, finally started acting like the horny twenty-something Deunan knew he was.

Somewhere behind them, Carl Knute cleared his throat. "Are you two about finished?" he demanded gravely. Deunan whirled to face him, Briareos' hand still up her shirt, her hand still holding it there.

"Not in the least," she replied matter-of-factly. "Briareos is hard to seduce."

"I see that." For wandering in on his sixteen-year-old daughter in the process of seducing his friend, Carl was being remarkably blase. "You got a condom?"

"I'm not an idiot," Deunan growled.

"If you get her pregnant, I will not hesitate to kill you," Carl said. "And this sure as hell better not interfere with her training."

"Yes, sir," Briareos finally stammered out, feeling like he'd fallen into some sort of alternate universe. Nothing was making any sense.

"Good." Carl then stalked out, leaving Briareos once again at Deunan's mercy. Briareos just stared until Deunan ground up against him to get his attention. Even then, he gave her a completely baffled look.

"What's your problem?" she demanded, fishing a condom out of her pocket. "You were into this before he walked in."

Briareos was struck momentarily speechless. "My problem?" He echoed. "Your dad just walked in and threatened my life and you wonder why I'm not into this?"

"But he didn't kill you," Deunan pointed out sagely. "Now shut up." She kissed him again, bodily forcing him to the floor. Briareos briefly wondered what he'd gotten himself into before submitting to Deunan's wiles. It was too late to run for his life now; he might as well make the best of it.