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WHO: Negan and Chilton
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, near the hospital
WHEN: New Years Eve
WHAT: Drunkenly harassing his best pal.
WARNINGS: Language. Will update if anything else comes up.

[ Negan has had a pretty damn good night so far. And when midnight rolled around, he was making fireworks of his own with Andy. He still had the marks fresh from the encounter, not bothering to fix himself up. Not to visit Chilton. Chilton didn't need to see the best of him. He hasn't so far. Hell, he saw him fresh from the porter -- still stinking of zombie guts and battle sweat/blood.

So he strolled up to the hospital that was alight with New Years celebrations, fashionably late and imagining Chilton would still be there -- it was his hospital. He couldn't leave before everyone else, right? And whether Chilton was leaving right now or just out for some air, Negan caught him outside. ]

Doc!

[ Wandering up to Chilton, he slung a buddybuddy arm over his shoulder -- smelling heavily of booze, cigarettes, sex, sweat and cheap cologne to try and cover it all. ]

Hoped to catch you! You too drunk for more booze? Cause if not I got a bottle with your name on it.

[ That he stole. ]

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[There was no mistaking that voice.

Chilton stopped right in his step, his spine tingling with the familiarity of anticipation. Negan. He turned around to face the man, all sharp smiles and bright gaze. Alcoholic imbibing had already loosened his normally poised stance. ]

Oh, Negan. How fortuitous! To run into you like this.

[The sort of new beginning he wanted for this year. Negan was his primary target, his newest pet project.

Chilton really needed this breakthrough.]

Where -- [he said, his head turned to Negan as the other man wrapped an arm around his less muscular shoulders.] Shall we stop to indulge?

I told you that I'd pop in, didn't I? And I'm a man of my word.

[ He reached up with one hand to cup the back of Chilton's head and lightly knock their heads together. A friendly gesture. Also a gesture of dominance. Invasion into ones personal space, especially the men of the Saviors had been Negan's forte. It was simultaneously friendly and intimidating -- up to whoever he was interacting with to decide which one. ]

Well, shit. I thought we'd do it here. But if you're done with your own party, I still got that motel room for the night. Or we could go back to your place. Better call a cab, though. I sure as fuck am not in driving condition.

You truly are.

[Not that such would surprise Chilton; Negan tended to stick to his guns. Metaphorically and, as Chilton might suspect, literally. As Negan expressed his camaraderie with a knocking of their heads, Chilton flushed and blinked -- he didn't know how to address that kind of touching. It was never something he had learned.

So he submitted to Negan's dominance without complaint.]

I could drive -- [And he cut himself off, reconsidering his own offer. Pity to lose that psychic driving power now that he actually had a need for it...] But I better not. Wouldn't be a good look, were I to get pulled over. A cab it is. And we'll go to... Your motel.

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Gotta keep that image of yours pristine, huh? Just like that suit. Not a speck of dirt or vomit on it.

[ He sized Chilton up in amusement, stepping back to behold him in full before returning to their close proximity. Negan reached in his pocket and pulled out his crumpled pack of cigarettes, removing the last one and placing it in his mouth. The wrapper was balled up in his hand, and passed into the awaiting hands of someone walking by them with a cheeky wink, no explanation and no care to take it back.

In the meantime, his attention returned to Chilton -- leading him toward the end of the block so they could hail a cab or however it was done here. Maybe Maurtia Falls was one of those cities where one actually had to call them on the phone. Chilton would know better than him. ]

So. [ He lit the cigarette. ] You get a New Years kiss tonight? [ Taking a few puffs, he offered the cigarette over to Chilton -- in a very teenage peer pressure sort of way. ]

Why? Are you offering?

[Chilton bristled, and perhaps reasonably so -- his Raina would not be at his side this New Years Eve into New Years Day, and it was in fact his own damn fault. He figured Negan was a man cunning enough to have already known that when he posed the question; yet another subtle, cutting mind game he played. Negan was so very good at that, stunning in his prowess. Chilton often wondered how many people tended to underestimate him.

Probably most everyone, until Negan brought his bat close enough.]

I might accept.

[The best play, thought Chilton, was simply to double it down.]

[ Negan did not know about Chilton's relationship. In fact, he assumed the doctor to be gay, given the type of porn he was subjected to and Chilton's mannerisms in general. A fact that was only punctuated by the question about Negan being his New Year's kiss.

And Negan took it with amusement, not flinching away. If Chilton wanted to double down, then Negan would join him -- pulling his cigarette from his mouth and reaching over to grip Chilton's chin, turning the man's head toward him with a rogueish grin. ]

I am about eighty percent drunk enough to indulge you.

[ With a chuckle, he let go of Chilton -- turning back to his cigarette to finish it off before the cab arrived. ]

And if you really need some levity, how about I throw in a handjob for good measure?

[ Negan might be playing gay chicken here. ]

[Eighty percent. A bright pink flush flooded Chilton's cheekbones, and he glanced away the moment Negan relinquished his chin once again. Negan could be so... Captivating, it frustrated Chilton. Made it harder to keep purely analytical about his subject matter.

Negan, naturally, being the matter of subject.]

A -- excuse me?

[He was just about to recover his composure, and then Negan had to go and say that.]

Why stop there?

[Not as devious as Chilton might have intended, given that his voice broke amidst speaking it. But he tried, nevertheless he did try.]

Greedy!

[ A tsk tsk of his finger to accompany his laugh. ]

Guess the manly balls keep on going strong right into the bedroom, huh? Gotta milk those gargantuan things, I guess.

[ Taking the last drag of his cigarette, he stomped it off onto the curb to accompany the rest of the evening litter. Someone had to keep all of those guys on community service busy, didn't they? ]

So how is it you wanna drain 'em? If you had your way?

[ The question was both a challenge to see what Chilton dared to say to him and genuine curiosity. Chilton continued to surprise him -- both in his boldness and his kinks. Because Negan was damn sure the doctor had a kinky side after them videos. ]

[Chilton's jaw dropped a little at Negan's statement about milking him, his own proprietary sense at a disadvantage. Negan knew when to push, he had an instinct for boundaries -- and against those he pushed harder. But, quick to recover, Chilton swallowed and cleared his throat.

Composure was a currency between them.]

Surely you cannot think that you wouldn't be the one on your hands and knees? Taking it, blindfolded, probably gagged.

[Another flick of his glance at Negan's mouth.]

Definitely gagged.

[The implication of his power presiding over the ever-alpha Negan was intended to get under his company's skin.]

[ It did work. Negan raised a brow at Chilton's audacity, even though it was to be expected. He gave Chilton an inch and the man took a mile. He didn't know how that sort of behavior, that sort of challenge to his authority would have been punished back home.

Because here they were in this real world with superheroes, shooting the shit. So after a moment's pause, Negan covered it with a laugh. ]

Not surprised. It is your fantasy, after all.

[ Punctuation on the word fantasy. Because while Negan could retain a joking persona, he wanted to make it damn clear this was not how their evening was going to go. ]

So you'd be going straight up the ass, huh? No cocksucking 'cause you got me gagged. And blindfolded. Some sensory deprivation going on, huh? I like the way your mind works....you know...

[ And the joking ceased, Negan's smile slowly fading to add an edge to his words. ]

Back home, when I had guys like you around, I'd take 'em, strip 'em, shove 'em in a dark room for days at a time. No food. No company. Sometimes music. The same music. Over and over and over again 'til they're begging for it to end. Is that the sort of shit you're into? The sort of shit you'd want to do to me if you had your way?

[He couldn't stop the slow, half-cocked smile that spread over his lips. The more Negan spoke, the more Chilton had material to delve into, to analyze. To savor. Negan's psychological profile was everything Chilton could have possibly hoped for it to be -- he took a deep, slow breath. As if that alone might immerse Negan's qualities with his own.]

Is that what you're thinking of, right now? Doing that to me? When you know damn well I do, in fact, have the capability and resources to have that done to you.

[This threat wasn't without its teeth. Chilton reached over, palm flat, and attempted to pat Negan on his cheek.]

Are we gettin' to the heart of your fantasy, Doc?

[ Negan raised his eyebrows, almost challenging. And as Chilton's hand came toward his face, Negan reached out to snatch him by the wrist and yank him a fraction closer. ]

'Cause I have an inkling there's a part of you just like me in there, itching to come out. You can avoid sayin' you're Negan all you want, but when it comes down to it -- with threats like that...

[ He pulled Chilton even closer, grinning wolfishly down at him. ]

You're Negan through and through.

Is that why you're standing so close to me? Because you see yourself in me... But, I wonder, would that be figuratively or literally?

[Innuendo that couldn't be submerged behind a smirk or a wink. Chilton spoke it boldly, and he remained unapologetic.]

Maybe I ought to give you what you want. Maybe that would tame your aggression. Pent-up as it seems to be.

[Chilton didn't yank away his wrist -- he allowed it to remain without protest in Negan's grasp. Closer and closer as it pulled him, a lariat of his flesh, and he wouldn't fight it.

He wanted it.]

You're something else.

[ Negan couldn't help but admire it. For every ounce Chilton pushed his boundaries, for every bit of irritation he brought -- there was still a part of Negan that found the boldness impressive. Negan could easily overpower Chilton physically, but this world did throw curveballs with the powers and Chilton sure knew how to work everything to his advantage.

Even this, right now, could be some sort of trap he was luring him into. Maybe some sort of weird conditioning Chilton had imposed on him -- what with the time together and the porn and the shit ton of innuendo. But Negan knew he couldn't back down. He couldn't let Chilton win because if he found a weakness, this would be what he used against him at all points.

So, like Chilton, he had to double down. It was the only option.

Reaching out with his free hand, he grasped Chilton by the jaw, yanking the man flush against him. ]

You sure about that, Doc? 'Cause it seems more like you'd be slummin' it with someone like me. I've been around. I had several wives. At the same time. Prestigious guy like you... you sure you could handle gettin' down and dirty with someone like me?

[ The words were easy, spoken with a lazy drawl. But Negan was clearly stalling. Even though, admittedly, he was a touch turned on by Chilton's brazenness. Then again, it could be because Negan was pretty easy. ]

[He thought Negan might play his whole card hand, he assumed all the chips would be pushed on the table and he was ready. As he held Chilton's face by the jaw, as he controlled Chilton's bodily proximity, it was Chilton who had to keep his pristine composure. With a smug half-lidded stare, he poked out his tongue to lick at his own lips.

All while staring directly at Negan.]

You claim you prefer to, what, top? I think I might need the evidence to back your claim. You're very talented at posturing, Negan. Exceptionally so.

[So close to him already, bodies pressed, it wasn't hard for Chilton to maneuver one hand, his remaining liberated hand, to grab Negan by the hip. And squeeze.

Affectionately.]

I wonder how you bring impact behind your fascinating words.

Why, Doctor...

[ Negan's voice lowered, the grasp he had on the man's jaw changing to a gentle cupping. ]

I do believe you are seducing me.

[ There was a teasing lilt to his tone. Negan was, without a doubt, predominantly heterosexual. Which was something to Chilton's credit that Negan would even consider switching it up for him. But the offer and the ego stroking on top of Negan's already lowered inhibitions from his indulgence of booze, well, it seemed all things had aligned just right to get them here. Like this.

He leaned down to close the gap between them, his mouth claiming Chilton's with a rough possession, a certain aggressive dominance to stake his claim. ]

[Chilton wasn't entirely sure that would work.

But as Negan's force of nature mouth against his, those lips and teeth brutalizing as much as enticing. That was the thing about Negan: Chilton knew he was dangerous and still couldn't help himself. He still couldn't keep away. His hands instinctively clenched at whatever bits of Negan he was already holding, his head swimming with a dizzy concoction of fear and allure.]

You are incredibly lethal, [said Chilton, his voice breathy.] I should be so afraid.

[ Negan smirked, drawing in a deep breath. A breath where he could almost taste Chilton's thrill. And it did taste delectable. ]

You are. But I think that fear excites you. I think you get off on that shit.

[ His hips angled themselves against Chilton's as though he would be able to feel the evidence that Chilton wanted this. ]

Another way you are Negan. Just sayin'.

[ Finally, the cab drove up to the curb. Negan stepped back from Chilton, giving the man a nudge in the direction of the vehicle. ]

Let's go. Unless you'd rather skip the motel and fuck right here in this alley.

Always in command, aren't you?

[Chilton didn't defy Negan's advances nor his plans, but he did linger. He stalled. He exerted what little control he had over the situation and he did so without regret. Negan was particularly fascinating when he pulsed with a dissatisfied rage, when he was pushed and pushed to the brink of violence. It was something beyond flirtation.]

Always making others bend to your whim. You must get bored easily, when they do so too quickly.

[ Negan canted his head at Chilton's delay. He was so petulant, wasn't he? Always trying to put up little defenses or counteractions. Always being defiant on the cusp of obedience. His stance shifted, annoyed. It seemed in one breath Chilton knew what he was dealing with and in the other, tried to provoke the beast.

Well, Negan would give the man what he wanted.

In a sudden motion, he lashed out -- his hand grasping onto Chilton's throat and pushing him into the side of the brick building behind them. The cab still sat there. It was Maurtia Falls. They were probably used to seeing much worse.

And Negan got close to Chilton. Intimately close. Lips only a breath away as he spoke. ]

I love it when people got the balls enough to stand up to me. But I also love putting them in their place. Seeing them cower and beg for my mercy. So what is it you want from me, Doc? My mercy?

[ He leaned forward, licking at Chilton's lips. ]

Or my wrath?

[ His hand moved downward, giving Chilton's crotch a good squeeze -- a squeeze that could border on threatening, but wasn't quite there. It was on the threshold between pain and pleasure. ]

I want to see who you are. Who you really are.

[A challenge to Negan's posturing, his proclaimed identity. Chilton opted for wrath. With his throat grasped and his groin bombarded by dominating, deft fingers, Chilton could move little more than his chin -- upwards, defiant. Daring.

He hoped that Negan hadn't seen his slight wince. That good squeeze pushed him between pain and pleasure swiftly.]

An easy wager to make, isn't it? That no one in your world is quite as powerful as you. You can coerce, you can tempt, you can fright and kill... And you get away with it.

[He raised one hand, his own hand, wrapping it around Negan's wrist. Hoping to touch skin.]

But we all have powers here. Mr. Negan.

[ The skin of his left wrist was bare. He only tended to wear one glove, and that was on his right hand. So Chilton's attack was clear to hit...if an attack was indeed what he was after. If it was merely the threat of one, the touch did not register for Negan as a threat. Maybe if he wasn't intoxicated at the moment. But even then, unlikely. He had to experience these threats for himself for them to register as threats. ]

Is that what makes you so bold? That you have powers you can rely on? You already showed me one of yours, Doc.

[ Negan smirked, leaning in toward the man's neck -- his mouth claiming a hold of the skin. ]

Sometimes there's a power in the unknown, ain't there?

[ He undid Chilton's belt, groping for his cock. And he gave a low, little impressed whistle. ]

Well, damn. You're packin', aren't you?

[Negan's calling card was the powerplay. Chilton knew this, he had analyzed it, he had prepared with his own angles and antics -- and yet when the cataclysm came he was caught off-guard and vulnerable. Negan acted, boldly. Chilton stalled, his mouth agape.

The fingers around his cock, cupping his balls, those firm and decisive fingers. He dropped his chin towards his chest, a subconscious submission.]

Not much of an unknown now, is it?

[A retort was all he could afford. Chilton knew he had already been outplayed, at least in terms of the dominance game. His tactics would have to be ones of subterfuge, of craft and guile.]

I cannot do it... here. In the streets. We'd have to...

[A glance at the cab in wait.]

You're dirty, but not that kind of dirty. I get it.

[ Negan withdrew his hand, clapping Chilton on the shoulder while steering him toward the awaiting cab. The hand traced the doctor's back, possessively gripping his backside in the guidance. ]

Headin' to the downtown motel.

[ He said to the cab driver, scooting into the backseat and looking over at Chilton with faint amusement. ]

Last chance to back out.

[ Of course, Negan was sure Chilton wouldn't. The man was bold, chasing thrills more than any doctor had a right to. Which was what made Chilton unique. Interesting. Something better than the monotony of this world. ]

[A sharp breath in, once Negan grabbed him from behind. He didn't shy away, he didn't back down -- it was crucial that Chilton kept his ground. He rationalized that he was already in too deep, that Negan already had the scent of his deviance. Deflating so close to the end would only smear away his chances at redirecting that untold power Negan seemed to so easily carry.]

I'm not backing out.

[And Negan's bet was entirely right. Chilton was going to see this through, he wanted to see this through. His hand reached over, and squeezed Negan on the knee.]

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