Warning: daddy kink, verbal/emotional abuse, minor drug use mentioned, and questionable consent

Grantaire made his way back to the B&B. He had made rough sketches in his sketchbook, but they only hinted to what the full painting was going to be. Once he was there, he refined them as much as he could without his models. He kept working late into the night. And by eleven, Charla returned. As she entered Grantaire hastily shoved his drawings into his book, shoving it into a drawer. He wasn't quite ready for her criticisms.

"Hey babe. How was your day?" She too was in a good mood. Her shopping had been successful; the dresses were perfect.

"Fine. I've done some work for the showcase." He confessed rubbing his eyes tiredly.

Charla beamed. "That's wonderful R! I can't wait to see them when they are done!"

"And you? How was the shopping?"

Charla looked thoughtful. "Alright. With my bridesmaids' coloring, yellow really was a poor choice...it only looks good on Eponine. But it is too late now, the dresses had to match our color scheme. And yellow really is the perfect color for a summer-country wedding."

Grantaire could picture a yellow dress against Eponine's dark skin, and smiled. "I'm glad she'll look nice."

Charla rolled her eyes. "They'll all look nice. They just won't be a stunning as I am in my dress."

"That was never a concern of mine," R said pulling her to him.

Charla smiled. She carded her pale hands through his hair, her perfume enveloping them. This was the woman he had fallen for. This soft, loving, supportive woman who always stood by him. Sure they had had their rough patches recently, but moments like this were why he could never leave her. She was a balm that surrounded him and comforted him

"I am willing to shorten my guest list. I realize that it may be a bit excessive," confessed Charla softly.

Grantaire smiled. "Really?"

She nodded. "I want to. Our wedding is going to be perfect."

"I know."

"One other thing?" she asked batting her eyelashes.

"What?"

"When the guests begin to arrive, just be careful around Eponine and my bridesmaids. I would hate for anyone to think that you're cheating on me with them." Charla said slowly.

"What do you mean by careful?"

"Don't flirt with them, or go anywhere alone with them. Just stay away. I don't want your reputation to be ruined. Think you can do that?"

Grantaire frowned. She was just being cautious, that was all. "Yes."

Charla pulled him closer. "Soon it'll be just you and me. Nothing can come between us."

That night they made love slowly. Grantaire had always been fond of lingering touches, and soft slow kisses. He loved watching Charla come undone under his caresses. The sound of a soft sigh here, and a muted moan there drove Grantaire wild. Once they had both finished, they cuddled. That night, Grantaire fell asleep easily. Charla, however, was wide awake.

Her brain couldn't seem to shut off. There was so much they still needed to do for the wedding, and time was running out. She pushed Grantaire off of her as she rose to grab a beer from their mini fridge. She went out to the landing that looked down over the parking lot. The cool evening breeze stirred against her skin. Her good mood had quickly worn away when R had made it clear they would be taking it slow tonight. God, she hated it. The painfully slow touches, the prolonged eye contact… it was disgusting. She had even faked an orgasm to make it end faster. She let out a snort.

"Trouble in paradise?"

She turned to find an older man leaning against the railing beside her. "Who the hell are you?"

"Felix Tholomyes, at your service," the man replied. "I came up here to grab some ice. The machine on the first floor is broken."

"Better go grab it then." Charla replied curtly.

"I think I'll take a smoke. Care for one?" He asked pulling out a cigarette.

"That has never been my vice." Charla said sipping her beer. "You should know I've got a fiance in my room."

Felix laughed. "And you should know I've got a desperate blond boy in mine."

Charla's lip curled. "He sounds... charming."

"Oh he can be. But to be honest he can be a perfectly spoiled brat. I am trying to correct that behavior out of him." Felix smiled languidly. "And your fiance? What is he like?"

"Pathetic," Charla answered turning to look at the older man. "He's a spineless coward."

"Sounds like a loveless engagement. What's he got over you?" Felix squinted, taking in Charla's appearance. "You could certainly do better."

"He's going to be a famous artist. And I'm going to be his muse and partner." Charla replied throwing her head so her hair moved enchantingly in the moonlight.

Felix chuckled darkly. "So you're a gold digger."

Charla's eyes widened in protest.

"Nothing wrong with that sweetheart, I've known plenty of those in my day," amended Felix.

"I'm not a gold digger. I am making a career, his and mine. We'll be famous because of me." Charla declared.

Felix nodded thoughtfully. "You really should go into politics. You'd make a great campaign manager."

Charla smiled at him batting her eyelashes. "Why Mr. Tholomyes that may be the nicest thing I've heard all day."

Felix handed her a business card. "If you're ever in DC, contact me. I'll be up for reelection later this year and would love to have you on my staff."

Charla blushed. "Thank you, but no thank you. I've got my hands full with my fiance."

"Take it anyway," he pushed it on her. "Never know what a friend in high places can do."

Charla took the card gratefully. "I better get back."

"Same. I've got a horny blond in my bed and would hate to disappoint him." Laughed Felix. Then he mused mostly to himself, "I suppose I spoil him, but perhaps that shall be corrected after tonight."

Charla smiled as the man made his way to the ice machine, before passing her to the lower level. Her smile disappeared once he was gone. Felix Tholomyes. The name sounded familiar…

Felix returned with the ice to find Enjolras where he had left him. After a passionate round of fucking the boy had fallen asleep, clearly exhausted. Felix could tell that Enjolras' life was beginning to take a strain on his looks. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his skin was becoming ashen. Forgetting the ice, Felix moved over to the bed, pulling the blankets off the sleeping blond. The boy shivered in his sleep. The older man took in the sharp planes of the thin body beneath him. The golden curls splayed out on the pillow creating a halo effect around a sickly creature. Enjolras was beginning to get used to Felix always catering to his desires, it was time for him to do something that would have the blond reeling. Only then, when he was spinning out of control, could Felix gain complete and utter control.

"Get up," Felix said gruffly dropping ice on the sleeping form.

Enjolras jolted awake. "Feli-"

"Get out."

"Did I do something wrong?" Enjolras slurred, sleep still clouding his thought process.

"Out." Felix said roughly grabbing Enjolras' arm.

Enjolras just had time to put on his boxers before Felix shoved him out of the room. "Felix-?"

"I'll call you when I need a good fuck." Felix said before closing the door.

Enjolras couldn't help but shiver as the night air surrounded him. He got dressed and began the long walk home utterly confused.

The next evening at the Corinth, Enjolras watched Felix stalk in like he owned the place. The blond began to make his way from where he was standing only to stop suddenly. Felix had approached one of the other dancers, Matt, and had asked him to join him at his table. Enjolras' stomach fluttered uneasily. Matt had always intimidated him with his pierced tongue and bad boy aesthetic. Not to mention he was a crowd favorite with his tramp stamp always on display above his black booty shorts. He was willing to do anything for money, breaking all the rules of the Corinth in the process.

Enjolras watched for about an hour. He saw them kiss, and Matt reach for Felix's cock. He watched Felix pull out a bag of white powder, watched Matt do lines of coke. There was more kissing, and ordering drinks. At one point Matt had straddled Felix's lap and was was sucking desperately at his neck. Enjolras couldn't take it any longer. He stormed over to their booth.

"Can I help you?" Felix asked his eyes lingering on Matt's silhouette.

Enjolras opened his mouth before snapping it shut. For the first time in his life he didn't know what to say.

"You don't have a monopoly on my affections, Enjolras." Felix said his fingers tracing Matt's jaw, pulling the other into a kiss. The younger man moaned filthily, Felix swallowing those sounds hungrily. They pulled apart; Matt's eyes were dark with lust or possibly because he was high. Felix turned back to Enjolras. "You've become boring, Enjolras. Maybe I want someone a little more adventurous and rebellious."

Enjolras clenched his fists.

"Oh don't frown. We can still be together, if that's what you want." Felix said slowly.

Enjolras swallowed and then nodded.

Felix tilted his head, looking back to Matt. "Find me when you're willing to be a bit more daring. Hell we could even start tonight if you're up for it."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Blow Mattie. Right here, right now." Felix said running his hands through Matt's dark hair. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Mattie?"

"Anything for you, daddy."

Enjolras thought he might vomit.

"Well? What do you say, Enj?" Felix asked.

Desperate for the attention and affection of the older man, Enjolras fell to his knees in front of Matt. He pulled the other man's short dick from his tight booty shorts, and began to suck. Not only was Matt's ear and tongue pierced, but it soon became evident to Enjolras that his dick was pierced too.

Felix grinned. "Good boy."

One hand was curled around Matt's neck as the two kissed, the other tangled in Enjolras' hair to ensure that he couldn't leave. Matt moaned as he thrust into Enjolras' mouth, choking the blond. He came with a gasp, and Enjolras was forced to swallow due to the hand holding him there. Finally he was able to pull away, but he was breathing heavily. Felix helped him up to Matt he said with disgust, "go clean yourself up. Don't bother coming back."

Dazed, Matt left to go find a new customer. Felix began to straighten out Enjolras' hair, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You're a good boy, Enjolras. I'm glad you did that."

"Do you really like Matt's piercings and tattoos?" asked Enjolras quietly.

"Yes."

"And are you tired of me?" Enjolras asked.

Felix grinned. "Oh, babe… I didn't mean any of that. I just wanted to push you, see what you would do when you were desperate."

"You mean it was all a test?"

"Sort of."

"I-"

"Baby, I didn't want to hurt you...but I wasn't lying when I said I wanted someone a little more adventurous. If you want to continue seeing me, I'll be expecting you to be a bit more daring. Is that ok?"

Enjolras nodded.

Suddenly Felix's lips met his. The kiss was aggressive and passionate. Felix pulled Enjolras' hand and placed it on his hardening bulge. With only a bit of prompting, Enjolras began to massage the area, pulling moans from Felix's lips.

They pulled apart. Felix placed his hand around Enjolras' neck cradling his face. "Remember what I said."

Felix got up leaving the blond sitting alone at the table. Enjolras was more confused than ever, but he knew that he was willing to do whatever it took to keep Felix's attentions. It was all he had.

After his shift was over Enjolras went to the back where the locker rooms were. He had gone to wash off the eyeliner and to grab his things. Already there, however, was Matt.

"Hey man," Matt said. "Can't believe you gave me a blowjob at work. You're crazy."

"I guess." Enjolras said not looking at the brunet.

"Look that guy is insane. You're pretty lucky that he chose you." Matt sounded envious.

Enjolras looked at Matt carefully. "Yes, I know that too."

"Do whatever it takes to stay by his side. He's got money, he can get you out of this hell hole." Matt said, his pupils were still blown from the coke. "And I'm sure he's a good fuck too. Kinky bastard."

Enjolras could only nod.

"When he leaves, and you know he will, come find me. You're a pretty good fuck too." Matt laughed, tripping as he walked away.

Enjolras shivered. He could never imagine being with Matt. But the man was right. Felix was going to leave someday, and Enjolras wasn't sure what he was going to do when he was gone.

Dejectedly Enjolras walked home. He hadn't thought to bring his bike tonight, and now he was regretting that decision. He heart ached and he wanted nothing more than to curl up in his mother's arms like he had when he was a child. She had always been there, even when his father left them, she had been a strong presence forever comforting him. And now she was dying. Enjolras hadn't visited her in days, hoping that by not seeing her constantly it would be easier when she passed. But then R's words came back to him in a rush. God, Enjolras hated how Grantaire was always right. Even though he was out under the night sky Enjolras felt like he was suffocating, like the universe had decided to collapse in on itself at the point right where he was standing. He felt like his ribs were tightening up making breathing impossible. He started to run blindly, he didn't know where he was going. All he knew was he needed to escape.

He pounded on the door, not caring if he woke the whole neighborhood. He had to get in, he needed to be on the other side of the door.

The door opened slowly. "Enjolras?"

"I," between pants and sobs Enjolras tried to speak, "I ne-need you. I need you."

Strong arms enveloped him. "There's my good boy, come here. Daddy's got you."

Felix drew Enjolras into his motel room, shutting the door firmly behind them.

"I'm sorry," cried Enjolras into his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Hush. I'm going to run you a hot bath. Come with me." Felix said leading Enjolras to the bedroom. "Tell me why you're sorry."

"I know you want someone exciting, and here I am cr-crying," sniffled Enjolras.

Felix bit back his grin. "I'm glad you came to me though."

"Really?" Enjolras looked up at the older man, tears making his blue eyes shine.

"Yes." Felix couldn't describe how perfectly delighted he was to have Enjolras at his door sobbing. His plan was going better than planned. With tears in his eyes, and his bottom lip jutted out like that, Enjolras made the perfect picture of a little boy who had fallen down. And if that didn't turn Felix on, nothing could. He helped the blond into the bathtub, which had begun to fill with hot water. "Now tell me what's wrong?"

Enjolras sighed. "Everything. My ex is getting married and I'm not entirely over him. And it hurts so much, my friends don't know how to console me...and usually I'd go to my mother but she is dying...I didn't plan for my life to be like this. I'm not ready to lose her. This isn't what I wanted. I only feel good when I'm here with you, Felix. And what you said last night had me confused. I was hurt and desperate. I don't want to lose you. I know you're leaving town soon, but I can't lose you. After the wedding and the funeral, you're all I'm going to have. Please, take me with you? Back to where ever you came from. Please. I have to get out."

Felix listened to Enjolras pour out his heart with mild shock. He hadn't expected any of this; he knew his jaw was open, but he couldn't quite bring himself to shut it. It was only then that he realized Enjolras' request. "I can't."

"Why not?" asked Enjolras petulantly.

"I'm married." Felix replied.

"Oh." the noise slipped from Enjolras' lips softly. His eyes were downcast, he couldn't bear to look at Felix any longer.

"It's a loveless marriage," confessed Felix. "But I need her for reelection."

"Reelection?" Enjolras asked.

"I'm a senator, Enjolras." Felix said like he was losing his patience. "She helps me by throwing parties and getting the conservative vote, I help her keep up a certain lifestyle. It's a business arrangement. You can see why I can't bring you back to that. The DC press would go crazy."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for someone."

"Oh?" Enjolras asked. "I told you my troubles, tell me yours."

Felix seemed to hesitate for a moment. "My daughter. I had a kid during college, and I made sure that the mother give it up for adoption. I hear she's here somewhere. I need her for the election. The press has begun sniffing around, and it's better I make the announcement than someone else. If I find her first it can be spun as a joyous reunion rather than a scandal waiting to happen."

"What's her name? Maybe I know her," Enjolras said.

"Euphrasie."

Enjolras shook his head. "Don't think there's anyone here by that name."

"You must be mistaken," Felix said coldly. "She's here. I just have to find her."

Felix helped Enjolras out of the bath and the two of them went to bed together. Drowsily Enjolras pulled Felix's arm around his waist. "Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"When we were with Matt, he called you daddy."

"Yes, and?"

"And when I got here you said 'daddy's got you'. Does that turn you on? Is that your kink?" Enjolras asked.

"I-"

"Would you like me to call you daddy?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth Enjolras could feel something hard poking him in the back. All drowsiness was forgotten as Enjolras ground his back and ass against Felix's erection.

"Oh fuck," moaned Felix. "Fuck, Enj. You're such a smart boy. Such a fucking intuitive boy."

Enjolras giggled. "Yes, daddy."

Felix groaned, before shoving Enjolras down and climbing on top of him. It looked like Enj had gotten his message about being a bit more experimental. Felix was more than pleased.

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