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“howd the hilltop go?” negan asks simon, alone in the meeting room together as simons prepares to discuss the issues with the trash people.
“as requested.. good job.” simon emits from his mouth. negan simply smirks and leaves him in a rather awkward silence. breaking, “did you hear anything from gavin?” negan asked, curiousness peaking in his voice. his deep, silked voice. “not yet, but it's coming.” simon responds.
“gavin may be perpetually pissed off, but he keeps his shit dry and tight…”
simon shifts the subject to much different manners “if.. im not running down rick and company, where do you want me?” negan let’s out a slight sigh. looking into simons eyes, he sits more proper, his thighs rubbing together and his legs crossing… he leaned in slightly closer
“garbage people.” negan responded in a slight whisper. simon nods, letting out a ‘good’
“eliminating those who reneged might... leave us a tad short on ammo, but, it's worth it…”
negan begins to look at simon with a perplexed look, and unrecognised view. “i need you to hear me on this, simon.. those piss-stained double-crossers may have pulled a triple cross, but it doesn't change the fact that they are still a resource. so, you're gonna choke back whatever shit is stirring up inside you and remind them that a deal with the saviors is a lock, stock, suck my barrel deal.” simon starts to aim with a confused, belittled look on his face. simon didn’t want to deal with them the way negan demanded
“.. you deliver the standard message, take one out, and the rest will fall in line.” negan leans forward, meeting simons eyes, simons eyes leave a ring of embedded anger for negan. negan starts to smirk through his lean. negan parts his lips slightly “just one… simon, just. one.”
simon can only glance, he restrains words from coming out of his mouth. “if you've got something to say... say it.” negan says lowly, huskily. a teasing, mesmerising smirk on his face as he bites his lip.
simon manages to stand up with his words, being able to make attempts to reason with negan, making him see his side. hesitantly. “maybe, we should cut our losses here. these people CANT learn the lesson, no matter how many times we teach it. alexandria, hilltop, kingdom, these garbage rats... they're not seeming to understand the situation. not one little bit.”
negan simply looks at him, contently listening but obviously building up a feeling of dishonesty, and distrust from simon. “so maybe we learn our lesson, scrape the plates into the trash. move further out. find other communities to... "save."”
negan chuckles, he lets out a small, raspy laugh through his soft lips and teeth of ice
he begins to speak “oooh i am doing my best to hold it together right now.. you wanna cut your losses, take your own advice. kill everybody to solve the problem... thats the easy way. not our way. what we do... saving people, it is hard.”
simon has the same, masked angered temper in his eyes, his stance and his face. “once i clip rick, everything's aces again, simon…” negan says. negan locks his eyes, trying to link with the temper in simons eyes. teasing him, saying ‘you can’t help this’ through his eyes. simon locks with him. his eyes just a repeated absence of safety, but otherwise a burning, passionate rage he feels for the man in front of him. negan smirks and bites his gentle, soft lip.”
the door knocks.
“yea?”
2 of negans men walk in, a crate shaped as if to repeat a coffin look. “what the hell is that?” negan asks, standing up cautiously, simon repeating.
“a delivery from the hilltop..” negan looks at simon for a split second. simon looks at negan, their eyes lock. they know what they’re bracing for.
“out.” negan huffs, lowly, that same enchanting voice.
the 2 men leave, leaving negan, simon, and the crate. they open it, they smell the flesh of the dead “little bit more..” negan moans trying to pull the lid off. the walker growls at them and tries to grab the both of them, thirst for blood. simon backs away cautiously, negan gets the nail gun, shoots the undead back to where it belongs.
now, simon and negan were alone. simon looks inside the crate, coffin, box
“that's dean.” simon says, an emotionless yet distraught sound dragging his voice, dean was a long time saviour. a sudden burst, snap of rage streaming through simon “those are my people. im gonna kill every last one of those farmers!”
negan gives a warning glance to simon. panting. “you, will do exactly what i asked.” negan demanded. “we CANT let 'em get away with this shit!” simon shouts, extremely loud. negan retaliates, he slams the table with lucille, the anger radiating simon clearly passing through and intoxicating to and through negan.
“YOU WILL DO..” negan pauses, as simon suddenly stops “..YOUR JOB.” negan finishes.
both the men clearly tense, both of them needing more from each other. negan needing reassurance, and some drop of tension. simon needing to go through with and do everything that he desired to do, and some drop of tension.
“what happens if i don’t? do my job?” simon walks slightly closer, negans angry expressions dropped to an emotionless, deep look through his eyes. simon walks right on and into his body. placing his hand from near his arm and stroking it down to touch his thigh. a chair tugged out caught simons eye, simon began to push negan back slightly. “what if.. maybe i started giving you some rules?” simon smirks, negan looks confused, yet he takes a deep breath.
“simon, i-“ “shut the fuck up.”
negans eyes widen slightly as simon pushes him aggressively onto the chair. negan can only stare, take deep breaths, letting out a laugh “ooohh, simon, old boy.. you are never. ever. going to top me” negan smirks, as does simon. “oh, really?”
simon sways his body, he places both of his knees on either side of negans legs and begins to grind on him slowly. negans face relaxes. he closes his eyes, and he sinks. simon goes a little harder. “wanna repeat what you just said to me?” simon asked. “you.. you’re never guna t-top, meee” negan let’s out.
simon goes impossibly closer to his groin area, moving his body gently. simon smirks. negans mouth ajars open and his head tilts backwards roughly. his eyes still closed. such a beautiful sight, seeing the person who practically owns you falling so submissive to your touch.
simon grabs either side of negans relaxed face, he leans in and kisses him aggressively. negan melts instantly. raising his singular hand to wrap around simon. simon plays rough. simon pushes and teases. he bites negans lips, tugs his hair back ever so slightly, and watches as he looks at him with weak, puppy eyes.
“si… mon… please..” negans voice goes soft. the plead higher pitched than usual. simon starts aiming for negans neck. nibbling.
“sss… simon, faster” negan demands, rather weakly. practically begging, not even attempting to ask nicely. “what? faster what, negan?” hooking him, wrapping round his little finger. “..faster, please..” negan asks, lowly, shamefully.
“what’s the matter.. can’t beg for it, huh?” he offers. negan shakily, desperately whimpers.
“im never guna top you, huh? you look at me now.” simon demands, aggressively, negans eyes rolled back his head slightly attempting to look at simon. “whose being topped now? huh?” simon asks, demand and full domination traced in his lowly, husky voice
negan only smiles, a smile, so damn merciful yet full of tease “i am.. bigger.. i am bet-ter, and, i g-otta baaat” negan, hardly even speaking, let’s out. simon stops grinding. negan looks him, heavily in the eye as simon slaps him across the face, negan moaned at the action. deepest moan yet.
simon takes his hands, wraps them gently around his neck. “hhh-haaaha” negan giggles, lowly. “you listen to me, you fucking asshole. you may think, and you may damn well say that youre in control. but you oughta know, you oughta know daaamnn well who the fuck you’re underneath right now. you don’t know me, shut the fuckkk uppp you don’t know mee. what’s your name, huh?”
simon roughly, yet gently grinds against negans waist, emitting such beautiful feelings towards his crotch. simon actively moans down negans ear, purposefully. “im-“ negan let out through his pants, begging for air, or to at least go faster.
“whats your nammeeee? come on, who the fuuck are youu?” simon demands im a lowly moaned tone. negan cant even think as his eyes rolled back with his head. “im- u~uuuuhh~ im sss-imon”
negan moaned, simon satisfied, goes slightly faster. “what was that? cmon, i didn’t hear you?” simon teased.
“pl~ease.. go fa-“
“what is your fucking name.”
simon demanded. negan only took a low breath.
“s~simonnn” negan moaned.
simon stopped
he god damn stopped.
“good boy. now ive got you, wanna let me do it how i want to? do MY job?” simon asked, negan whined “oh.. oh fine”
simon smiled, satisfied, left the room with a breathless negan, spread apart with his legs opened like a little bitchboy. “great, great job” simon says, he exits and leaves negan to only finish what had started, all on his own.
great.