In which Martin Vail gets in far too deep with the timid and shy Aaron Stampler. Definitely a bit OOC, especially for Aaron. I kind of fucked around with how I felt this would work if he actually did have DID. Did I exploit a mental illness as a plot device? Yes. Is that completely problematic and tacky? Also yes. Cry about it. Jk if this genuinely offends anyone just message me and I can take this down. Anyway, onto the story!
-M-Mr. Vail?"
The inquiry rang through the air, heavy. The fear, confusion, and just the thinnest mask of blind trust was thick and palpable.
"What, Aaron?" The reply. How simple, how direct, how incredibly Martin Vail of a reply. His rosewood brown eyes bore directly into Aarons blue ones; unwavering and almost cold. But somehow, they could never harden completely. Not around this client.
"I… I wanted to tell you about the ta-ta-ta… tape. H-Honest, I did. It's just soh-soh-so embarrassin'. I mean, what woul-would you do if you w-w-were me?" Aarons face had guilt painted all over. His light brown brows were furrowed and he had a glaze over his eyes; the beginnings of tears.
"Well, you fucking should have, Stampler. It's bullshit I had to find out this way. I asked you if Alex had any motive to want the archbishop dead and you said no!"
"No-now wait just ah-ah-a minute now, Mr. V-Vail," Aaron started, his expression shifting slightly from guilty to defensive. "I-I told yo-you I didn't thi-think Alex was a ki-ki-killer. A-Anyway I don't th-think it's a-a-a good reason. Al-Alex actually l-liked being in the ar-archbishops fihl-films."
"Bullshit!" Martin barked back. "Why the hell would he be trying to steal that tape from your apartment? Huh…? Why!?"
The younger boy winced, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I… I-I don't think I wa-wanna say, Mr. Vail."
"Oh, cut the crap, Aaron," he replied, but there was less bite in this reply. He sighed deeply and sat next to him on his bed. "Come on. Prove to me again why I took this case. Tell me the truth, Aaron."
Stampler shifted uncomfortably, his gaze not meeting his lawyers. "Well… H-He told me… Al-Alex said he w-wanted the tape f-for the s-same reason the bish-bish-bishop di-did. To cast out his d-demons." He bit his lip and finally looked at Martin with his soft, innocent eyes. Vail couldn't help the worry that crept onto his brow and he shook his head slightly.
"He was masterbating to that video?" Martin couldn't say he was shocked, but he sure as hell could say he was disgusted. Aaron was reluctant, but he nodded, his line of sight again falling to the cracked concrete floor. The gentleman sighed again and shook his head. "I can't believe that," he muttered to himself. "Well, that's not true, he was a creep. Aaron, do you think that Alex may have tried to take away Linda?"
Aaron blinked and then swallowed again. Goddamn, his throat felt dry. "N-No, sir…" He replied slowly, shaking his head at a similar speed. Martin frowned and looked at Aaron with disbelief harrowing his handsome features.
Aaron bit his lip. He didn't want to explain, but he also didn't want the only person on earth helping him right now to get angry again. "He-He weren't casting out th-those demons looking at L-L-Linda, Mr. Vail." He said finally. His normally pallid complexion was cherry red; his ears burned and Aaron Stampler wanted nothing more than to bury himself beneath the tracks he was caught under.
Martin felt anger bubble up beneath his skin, more than he had felt in a very long time. He knew it was a bad idea, to get attached to this kid. After all there was a bigger chance than Martin would like to admit that Aaron would be joining the archbishop soon anyways, but he felt fiercely protective of him. Not a good idea. Martin had always had a gift for detaching himself from his clients, and anyone really. Ultimately that gift was what had driven Janet away for christs' sake. So why couldn't he turn it off for this goofy looking altar boy?
"I see…" He replied softly, gingerly resting a hand on Stamplers back. "How do you know?" He gave his client an apologetic look that said 'I'm sorry I have to ask'.
Much to Martins surprise, Aaron leaned into his touch and replied, "A-Alex liked to try g-gettin me to do all that st-st-st-" He choked on 'stuff', a rouge tear slipping down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away, sniffing slightly. He couldn't face Martin. To his surprise his attorney didn't pull back or awkwardly pat his shoulder.
No, what he felt was an embrace. A warm, gentle, sincere, innocent hug. It made him jump slightly, which caused Martin to tense his shoulders. Despite this they eventually both melted into the contact. Martin even planted a chaste kiss to Aarons shoulder which caused the boy to blush in a much more welcome manner.
"Th-Thank you, Mr. Vail." Stampler murmured. He pulled back and swallowed. "I… I'd rather n-not talk about this r-right now, M-Mr. Vail, I-I-I'm gettin rea-real tired."
Martin shook his head, his edge coming right back. "Come on, Stampler, we can't just leave this hanging, you have to tell me the rest of those details, they could be important."
"Kid said he was tired, Vail, why the fuck can't you respect that?" Barked back the young man in front of him. Martin blinked. Fuck.
"Relax, Roy," he muttered. "Maybe you can tell me what happened then if Aaron is so tired."
Roy scoffed and shrugged, immediately sliding back on the bed, his back against the metal frame and one knee up while he picked at his fingernails. "Guess I could. Aarons been whinin' about it like a bitch anyways, I'm surprised he didn't blubber down and blab to you like a school girl. Little queer really seems to like you Vail. Can't imagine why, you're a real piece of work." He shrugged and looked up at the ceiling.
"Alex liked to rape the kid, Vail. Or are you too stupid to read into what little Aaron was trying to say? Not really sure why he wanted a scrawny little kid like him anyways. Aaron couldn't ever take it very well. If that kid didn't have me he'd be dead in a ditch, I tell ya what." Roy suddenly jumped to his feet and got in Martins face. "You think you're doing Aaron a favor? Coddling him like that? He aint gunna learn nothin with you tuckin him in at night like he's at the four seasons or some shit! Kid needs to grow some skin, so stop peelin' it back, Vail." He was practically snarling at the man. "I saw you huggin him like he was your lady friend or something of the like, Martin Vail. Aaron may be innocent, but I know better. Keep your hands off him, he don't want you."
Martin frowned and snapped back, "You sick fuck, it's not like that at all!" He stood up as well, glaring down at the boy from Kentucky. "I care about Aaron, that doesn't mean I want anything… Unsavory." He wished he would have thought of a better way to word that. He was starting to be less and less intimidated by Roy and more annoyed with him. "Why do you care about Aaron then, huh? What even makes you think being hard on him is going to make him better?" Martin crossed his arms and leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing.
Roy shook his head and scoffed. "Wouldn't expect you to understand, city boy. Aaron and I have been together a long time. So why don't you get the hell out of here and leave us alone?" He plopped down in bed and shot a finger gun at his lawyer. Martin scoffed and grabbed his coat, heading for the door. "Whatever, I'll come back to talk to Aaron later." He slammed the heavy iron door behind him, leaving Roy alone with his thoughts.
"Lawyer boy is right, Aaron," Roy muttered. "How do I know that? Only one way to find out, I guess…" The boy laid back in bed, slowly sliding a hand down his pants. He slowly ran his hand over his manhood, letting out a long, soft sigh. "C'mon now, Aaron, show me what you've got." Immediately, Roys expression turned from relaxed and pleased to worried and anxious. His brows furrowed but his eyes stayed closed.
"N-No," whimpered Aaron faintly, his hand still continuing to graze across his sex. He felt his hand grip the base of his length and give one long, smooth stroke up. It made him jolt and he bit his lip. "Puh-Puh-Please, d-don't, Roy, I-I-I don't wanna-"
"Come on, Aaron, don't be a pussy!" Roy snapped and gripped his cock harder, beginning to work the length of his penis steadily at an increased pace.
Aaron jumped again and began to squirm, his legs and toes wriggling and curling as he tried to get away from what looked like his own grip.
"R-Roy, st-st-stop it!" He mewled, shaking his head quickly as he felt his other hand slide down his hip, back around his ass. It made him inhale sharply and shake his head quickly. "N-No. No, please, p-please don't go-go there, Roy, n-not back there!"
His pleas were cut short by the harsh, ringing laugh of his counterpart. "Shut the fuck up and take it, pussy. God, you look so delicious like this, I fucking wish you could see yourself." He let out a low growl, close to a moan. Aaron just wanted to curl up and die. He didn't even fully understand what was happening, it almost felt like he was dreaming. Why couldn't he control his hands? Why did this feel so good? He hated it, he knew it was wrong, it went against everything he had learned. He rocked his hips involuntarily, letting out a soft moan, but again shaking his head side to side quickly.
"R...R-Roy… N-No…"
Roy laughed and snarled back,"I swear to God, if I hear you sputter out 'no' one more time I'm going to beat you 6 ways to Sunday boy, shut the fuck up." He slid one of his fingers into Aarons ass, causing the boy to cry out and a tear to slip down his cheek. Without much caution or thought of the altar boy's reaction, he started pumping his finger in and out of his ass in time with the strokes of his other hand. Aaron let out a noise of pleasure which only succeeded in making him cry harder. Choked sobs gripped his chest as he rolled over, burying a face in his pillow. His ass was in the air and Roy was not letting up; in fact, he was going faster and harder, mocking Aarons cries intermittently before adding in a second finger.
"Stop!" Aaron wept, feeling a warmth building up in his stomach. It made him sick.
"Make me, altar boy!" Roy jeered, curling his fingers against Aarons prostate. Aaron gasped and screwed his eyes shut, moans mixing with his tears as he involuntarily bucked his hips into his hand. Roy was smirking as Aarons cries grew louder before he let out a choked, "M-M-Mr. Vail!"
Aarons vision went fuzzy and pale as he came, shame washing over him as he imagined Martins hands on him instead of Roy's. His hips shook and he rocked his hips weakly, his cum spilling from the tip of his cock onto the thin, scratchy bedsheets. He let out a shaky breath before falling to his side, drawing his knees to his chest.
"Don't be a bitch about it, Aaron," Roy sneered. "I can't believe you actually have a crush on Martin Vail. You're a sick boy, you know that? He doesn't even like men and you just got off thinking about him? Don't lie to me." He laughed and shook his head.
"N-N-Not tr-true," Aaron whispered, his eyes sliding shut. He was so unbelievably tired. It felt like he had a lead sheet over every inch of his skin. He could hear the distant sound of Roy yelling at him as sleep gripped him like a vice and he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
"Goddammit," Martin muttered to himself, running a hand through his disheveled silver locks. He looked at himself in the reflection of the stainless steel elevator door. Damn, he looked like shit. The great Martin Vail had spent more than a few sleepless nights worrying about the runaway from Kentucky. How pathetic, he thought to himself.
DING
He walked out of the elevator and past the guard, almost without a word, and went into Aarons cell. "Hey," he said to the young man who was sitting in bed reading a book.
"M-Mr. Vail," Aarons eyes lit up at the sight of his lawyer, but quickly his smile fell and he cocked his head to one side. "A-are you al-al-alright, Mr. Vail? You don't l-look so good."
Martin raised a brow and let out a faint chuckle. "That probably isn't the best way to say hello to your lawyer," he replied with a faint shake of his head. He sat down at the foot of his bed. "Aaron," he started, turning to face him and moving so he was sitting cross legged. "You gotta throw me a bone here. Please. I've been up almost the whole goddamn week trying to build up a convincing case. You need to give me something I can use."
Aaron set his book down and almost frowned. "I've told you e-everything Mr. Vail," he said softly. "I-I-I really don't know what else to-to say."
Martin sighed and quipped, "Look me in the eye, Aaron." The young man lifted his gaze to meet Vails. Why couldn't he ever seem to find a way to pierce those vulnerable blue eyes? He searched and searched for a weakness, some kind of chink in Aarons armor, but he genuinely seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve. Martin Vail didn't understand that for one moment. All he knew was the scum of the Earth, so to find someone so… opposite that was exhilarating. "Damn those eyes," he muttered to himself.
"M-Mr. Vail?" Aaron squeaked, biting his lip. The younger boy had never been so close to his lawyer, their knees were brushing and the prolonged eye contact was starting to get to him. He could feel his cheeks growing warm and his breath short. He didn't notice himself leaning forward. He did, however, notice his eyes fluttering shut. He should stop this right now. Martin did not see him this way at all, and Aaron wasn't stupid. If Vail didn't reciprocate these feelings he would almost certainly be disgusted, and may even drop him as a client. Every rational bone in his body told him to stop but Aaron almost leapt forward, leaning in quickly so his lips met Martins.
Martin Vail prided himself on three things: One, his almost infallible success in the courtroom. Two, his effortless ability to woo and bed women. And three, he was impossible to surprise. Impossible until Aaron Stampler, anyway. His eyes almost bugged out of his skill when Aaron kissed him but it was only half a moment before he melted into the contact, his shoulders dropping and his hands moving to cup Aarons cheeks. He was so soft in every way; his skin, his touch, his emotions. Everything was pillowy and Martin simply wanted to lie into it and never get up.
Stampler pulled back after a moment and swallowed thickly. "M-Mr. Vail?" He repeated, almost inaudibly.
"Yes Aaron?" came a soft reply.
"I… I-I'm sorry, sir. I-I probably sh-shouldn't have done that." His sweet southern drawl was almost childlike in its remorse. Like a little kid trying to help their mother with dinner and accidentally burning something. Surprising himself, Martin laughed. "Probably not, no," he replied with a half shrug. He looked back up at Aaron, resting a hand on his cheek and placed another tender kiss to his lips. "But I'm damn glad you did."
The hint of a smile ghosted across Aarons lips and he kissed back his lawyer. "Th-Thank you, Mr. Vail."
Vail laughed and said, "You can probably call me Martin, at this point, Aaron." The younger male smiled and shook his head. "I-I've grown qu-quite fond of Mr. V-Vail." Aaron looked up at his lawyer and placed one more tender kiss to the man's lips, a faint giggle escaping him as he pulled back.
"Was this the master plan all along?" Martin joked. "Get me to fall for those puppy eyes and then snag a kiss?"
Aaron laughed and shook his head. "N-No, sir," he replied, smiling at him. "I-I-I am rather gl-glad it happened, th-though."
The younger male smiled at his lawyer before bashfully turning his head to look at the pale brick walls. "I… I'm going to get th-the death penalty are-are-aren't I, Mr. Vail?" He whispered, his gaze not turning back to meet Martins.
It felt like a fist had just jammed it's way between Martin's ribcage and pelvis; square in the stomach. "No, Aaron, you're not," he replied, moving a hand to Stampler's cheek. He gave him one more gentle kiss. "I'm going to make sure of it, even if I have to break you out of here." He offered a smile, but a part of him really meant that.
And that part scared the hell out of Martin.
Whew! This took me altogether much too long to write; I started back in September of 2020, and I pretty much finished it in December. Then I couldn't figure out the last two pages for the life of me, but here we finally are! I honestly just planned on this being a one shot, but I left it a bit open ended in case I ever want to add onto it. Was this the story I was expecting to come back to with? Absolutely not. Am I pleased with it? Eh… I guess. Just kidding, I'm pleased enough to publish it. I really haven't written a lot since I was like fifteen, so please be gentle with me. Also this is definitely a weird fic to be publishing in 2021, but what can I say? I love Primal Fear. If you're here looking to see if I'm going to update Dirty little Secret (no one is) just know I'm currently working on it!