Warning: Slash, and... kind of dark and not technically dub-con but, um, coercion?
Pairing: Nathan/Charles
Words: 260
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Nathan seems susceptible to this sort of thing in relationships. I firmly believe that he and Rebecca were dating because she stomped in and said so, and he never really figured out how to... make that... not happen. And in canon Charles is that kind of I-get-what-I-want when it comes to business matters, at least.
I might write more along this vein, that's why I'm not putting it in the Drabble Collection.
He Came Back (... Wrong)
"Nathan, I need your help," he'd said.
"You're the only one who can do this for me," he'd said.
Nathan didn't want Charles to go away again – those nine months had really sucked – and Charles had been quick to assure him that he didn't want to go either. And if Nathan did this…
It was better than being forced to renegotiate with the label. A lot better. But it was weird, too. Whenever Charles called Nathan into his office for a "special meeting," Nathan tried not to make eye contact with any of his band mates as he left the common areas. He was pretty sure they knew that he was fucking their manager, but at the same time it wasn't like that at all, and he wanted to try and explain it but he knew he wouldn't be any good at that and they wouldn't care and he didn't care what those assholes thought anyway so… there.
That left him alone with Charles.
Sometimes he wondered if, in coming back from the dead, Charles hadn't come back wrong somehow. Because during the sex those eyes would look straight through him, familiar darkened hazel and dilated but completely blank.
Charles kept saying that he needed him, against the desk or in the big chair or over any of the office furniture - only ever in that room and only at the CFO's invitation. Nathan was starting to get the uncomfortable feeling that even though Charles was the one with the dick up his ass, he was the one being fucked.