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[FIC] Above and Beyond - Veronica Mars - Aaron/Lilly
I guess you can tell I've had nothing to do all day, what with the number of posts I've clogged up everyone's friends lists with. I finally put my time to good use, however, and so I've scribbled out an entry towards my 15pairings claim for Veronica Mars. I took a while to write out some het pairings, and I have over TWENTY only using main characters and not including a couple that just plain weird me out.

Now, this couple may weird you out, but the idea came to me and I ran with it, try-hard arthouse language and all. I have no idea why I keep writing like this lately, but I hope I get over it soon.

Anyway, have a read and let me know what you think.

Title: Above and Beyond
Series: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Aaron/Lilly
Rating/warnings: R? And, well, spoilers for season one as well as not-quite gratuitous use of the f-word.
Words: 1300-ish.
Notes: Written for my 15pairings challenge. Prompt used is Table 4/Number 4, "Pain is pleasure"
Summary: Love is power and power is everything. Watch as it destroys them both.



It's the power, more than anything.

He thinks there may be a future in it, in seeking power and loving it, in asserting a kind of authority over everyone in his life. He's always enjoyed being the big man, always looked for that spark - fear, respect, anger - of something in their eyes. He likes it, being - known, admired, worshipped - important, thinks that having - strength, authority, control - this power will let him overcome his poor beginnings. He likes it, because it helps him forget the feelings of inferiority that started back when Daddy used to knock him to the ground.

That's what his shrink says. Before he fires her, that is.

Of course, he fucks her before he fires her, fucks her because he can. He's Aaron Fucking Echolls and he can have whatever - whoever - he damn well wants. It's arousing, this power. Invigorating, this sense of control. But he can't let it get away from him, can't let them know he's something more than them. Something better. As long as they don't know what he really is they'll still have a chance.

He pretends to be human.

He's not, of course. He's more, and he's less. He'd strip himself bare if he thought he had substance, but power isn't tangible, it can't be seen. He's a ghost, he's a legend. They'd pay to touch him, and sometimes they do. They might think he doesn't love him but he does, he has to, don't they understand it? It's in his makeup, not the creams or the paints but the parts that make him whole.

All gods love. He's no exception. And gods get vengeful when their people turn away.

(Jealous).

But no-one is immune to him.

He will not be denied.

- - -

It's the power, more than anything.

She thinks there might be a future in it, the way men - boys, really, in the end they're all just boys - think only with their peckers and let lust cloud their brains. They look at her and it's like they're worshipping her. They give in to her and do anything (anything) she wants them to do. She toys with naughty thoughts and sometimes she says them, and they do it, and they love her, and she's better than them all. It's heady, almost, like a sugar rush, and of course that's the only high she's ever known.

(Liar).

All the men - boys - she's ever known are so vulnerable, weak against her like she's Kryptonite. With a smile, a careful bend-over, or a well-timed flick of her hair, she has them frothing, pulsing, sweating, eating out of the palm of her French-manicured hand. She has them by the testicles but it feels like her fingers are mired deep within their little brains. She's a goddess, she's a dictator, and they're her little toy soldiers all lined up in a row.

She pretends to be human.

She's not, of course, she's far above them, floating on a plane they can't even see. Logan is her anchor, he drags her back down, down, down. She's known him forever and dated him longer and they're - on, off, on, off, almost-on-but-not-quite, off, on, she's teasing him but he'll take her back, on, on, off, on - together as always, kindred but not really because he doesn't understand her at all. He's white inside the black, good within the bad, and she's almost remorseful about what she means to him but then she remembers he can't help but love her, because he's a man - boy - and her hand's inside his skull. Her fingernail catches on a nerve end and he kisses someone who's not her, only human, can't hold a candle to her burning, blazing light. She pretends to be angry.

She's not.

Light craves the darkness because that's how it shines the brightest and he's far too good to be the one. He glows like Veronica, pretty and pale and nice and if she wasn't so beautiful - a goddess is always beautiful - he probably would have gone for her friend instead.

But she's Lilly Fucking Kane and all the world's a stage. She's the lead in a Greek tragedy and every real player is a god.

Their eyes meet and she hears the chorus.

This man will be hers.

- - -

She's younger but he likes them younger, likes firm and supple and smooth. Time hasn't touched them, but he has. He's marked them and they want it, they need it. He's bitter poison, sweet ambrosia. Everything and nothing and they can't live without his love. Their pain is his pleasure and their lives are his as well.

All in good time.

Her eyes should be filled with longing but it's amusement he sees in their depths. It's like she knows him, sees him, but it couldn't be, she can't. No woman can resist him because the power thrums beneath his skin, flows through his veins masquerading as blood. He's a god and she's a victim; the sooner she recognises it, the easier it will be.

She cannot be challenging him.

(Unbelievable).

The layers between them slip away, the shackles flaking to dust until it's like they were never there at all. There's nothing - Logan - that can stop - age - him from making her - scream - succumb. He can feel it, he can taste her and she'll be his without complaint.

He's Aaron Fucking Echolls and there's no such thing as no.

- - -

He wants her and she knows it, lets the power roll around in her mouth. She's drowning and she's gagging but it's worth it to see him sweat. He wants her and she knows it and she pretends she doesn't have a clue.

She's practiced being evil. She learned it from her Mom.

The waiting makes him anxious and anxiety makes him mad. His anger fills her till she's overflowing and warm all over. It makes her sure that he'll be hers.

(Simple).

She knows if she were human she'd have reservations, but morals mean nothing to a goddess. Human trappings are beneath her and Logan doesn't need to know. She needs that edge of danger, needs something more to make it real.

He's an albatross around her neck, and she finds that funny because they mate for life. She's grooming a successor - he has a special place in her absent heart - so maybe they can skip the rule, just this once.

There's no one quite like her, but Veronica has a something that might just turn out all right.

But she's Lilly Fucking Kane, unique and golden, and she fills their veins with alchemy and the thrill of hard-to-get.

- - -

Their first time is a frenzy, a fight to stay on top. He's bigger and he's stronger but even as a god it's hard to pin her down. She's ethereal and beautiful and he wants to break her just to prove he can. It's more than simple power now. He loves her. He hates her.

Indifference does not exist.

The second time follows the first time and she still does not succumb. She's above him, he's beneath her and such a thing is not allowed. Anger fills him till he's fizzing, bubbles racing through his skin. She gets one more chance because he wants it, and gods are benevolent even when they're not.

The third time is the last time and she doesn't give in, doesn't give it up. They roll over and over like wheels on a car, spokes in a tape, and then they're made immortal, grainy and digital but the answer's clear enough.

He follows her.

(Instinct).

He walks on water. His hand is moving but he's not even there. He watches from above, distant, and relishes his triumph in beating - beating - Lilly Kane.

He's Aaron Fucking Echolls and no-one defies him. He's special. He has power.

Immunity is not an option.

He will be loved.

Or else.

END



One down, fourteen to go. *toddles off to write some more*