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Hacking into Fowl Manor	By : ShadowFirebird Category: A through F > Artemis Fowl Views: 11289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Artemis Fowl book series, nor any of the characters from it. They are the property of Eoin Colfer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Oh god… He needed to breathe. An oddly calm, detached voice in the back of his mind reminded him of his original opinion on what to do in such a situation. Just breathe through your nose. Not an option! Just was not. Kami apparently noticed and pulled back far enough to meet his eyes for a moment. Her mouth twitched into a smile at his expression. His face was deeply flushed; his breathing short and hard. She reached a hand around his back, loosely embracing him, and lightly scraped her nails down his spine. Artemis kept the eye contact she initiated, not breaking it for a second, but his breath hitched in his throat at the sensation; Kami’s smile widened. Her nails, now creating spiral patterns on his back, spread electric zig-zags in their wake. The zig-zags seemed to travel, across his back and belly, to gather between his legs.
Artemis could feel her hot breath against his ear, “Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to cause you harm.”
Her body was close. Enough so that he could feel as well as hear her as she chuckled softly before whispering, “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
She softly laid kisses on his ear, lightly nipping at the lobe. A shiver ran through him; unexpected and, the detached voice in his head pointed out, very pleasant. Kami’s lips were playing at his neck, soft kisses, playful nips, sharp draws on his skin. Her hands were exploring his back, tracing his ribs, running her fingers over the bumps of his vertebrae, sliding cool hands over his feverish skin. He was intimately aware of all the places their bodies touched, her mouth leaving marked skin is its wake, her breasts pressed against his chest, her thighs against his, her hands and their dizzying patterns tracing lower down his back. A soft sound escaped his lips, low and desperate, damn her. He felt the kick of her diaphragm as she chuckled softly. He didn’t want her to know how she was affecting his traitorous body; didn’t want her to know she was winning.
“St-stop…” He breathed, his voice nowhere to be found.
She lifted her eyes to meet his, oddly sharp in comparison to her light personality. “Don’t write me off just yet, Hunter.”
The voice in the back of his head rolled hypothetical eyes at the play on his name. At least, it mused, she didn’t call him ‘Goddess’. Her lips nipped at his neck, sucking on the skin. She grazed his collarbone with her teeth, sending a shudder through him. Artemis’ mind was hazy. Even the petulant voice in his head was distracted. This was rape, right? Her mouth and tongue exploring every plane and curve of his chest, her tongue dipped into his navel, eliciting a sharp gasp from her captive. The sensation was strange. Not unpleasant, just… intoxicatingly strange. It seemed almost hard to breathe. His back arched into her touch, lost in the sensation. Until Artemis noticed her undoing his belt.
“What are you—?”
“Shh.”
She reached up and pressed two fingers to his lips to quiet him. Kami smiled up at Artemis from her position at his belt, “I think you’ll like this.”
His fogy logic raced blindly for what she was insinuating. She was intently undoing his trousers, pausing when she unearthed black briefs.
Kami grinned, “Black, huh? Very formal. Expecting me, ne?” She teased, pulling the trousers down to his ankles. She turned to look at Nira, who for all intents and purposes, seemed engrossed in her book.
“Enjoying yourself?” Kami asked, smiling deviantly.
“Perhaps.” Nira responded, her expression neutral.
“I beg to differ.” Kami cocked an eyebrow, “You haven’t turned a page in quite a while.”
Artemis’ mind reeled. Kami had been watching her? How many things was she doing at once?
“My dear Kami,” Nira replied, using the endearment without the slightest nuance of affection evident in her voice, “I was simply contemplating what I had just read. Besides, I think our… guest has a little problem.” She stated, defiantly turning a page in her book.
Artemis cursed his body again. He was all too aware of what Kami’s ministrations had caused. Embarrassment flared through him. He felt vulnerable and exposed and had nowhere to hide. Kami had roused him so easily, and now… now she was teasing him! A cacophony of emotions raged in him; anger, embarrassment, fear, and a disastrous desire for her to continue. Damn her.
“Where was I?” Kami mused.
“Right.”
She turned her attention back to Artemis, lightly gripping his hips, hooking her thumbs beneath the waistband of his briefs. His brain was functioning enough to process that action.
“This should help.” She said and promptly slid the offending garment to join his trousers about his ankles.
Artemis hissed through clenched teeth as the cold air hit his heated skin. He tensed; preparing to try and deny the sensations he knew were coming. Kami arched an eyebrow at his tense figure. He was going to try and ignore her. Hm, good luck at that. If he was going to make an effort to ignore her, than she would make an effort not to be ignored. His body jerked as she pressed her hand firmly against his cock. A half muffled grunt slipped past his lips. Kami smirked, Kami-1 Arty-0. Well, probably more than one, but who’s counting? In contrast to her previous action, her fingers began a spiral teasing pattern about his shaft. Barely touching him as she traced her pattern, and driving him absolutely insane. /Pick one or the other, he thought angrily, Touch me or don’t, but enough!/ He was painfully hard and aching for release, his pride had long since been dashed to pieces, and in all likelihood he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. He battled with himself for a moment, and in a rare moment of vulgarity thought,'Oh, what the hell.'
“Enough!” His voice held its lost authority.
Kami looked up, mildly surprised.
“If you are going to do this, do it. Stop taunting me and finish what you began.” His face was very flushed, and if Kami had to guess, she would say it was somewhere between anger and arousal. She analyzed his ‘request’—more like an order—for a moment, and then grinned.
“Alright, I suggest and arrangement of sorts. I will happily acquiesce to your request, if you agree to mine.”
“What is your request?” He looked skeptically down at the girl once again sitting cross-legged on the floor, awaiting his response.
“Simple.” Kami smiled kindly up at him.
“Let go. You’re too uptight. Relax. I haven’t hurt you. This is supposed to be enjoyable.”
“Yes, being chained to the wall is very enjoyable.” His answered sarcastically.
“Do we have an accord?” She asked, ignoring his sarcasm, “I get serious, and you relax and allow yourself to enjoy this. Deal?”
She cocked an inquisitive eyebrow. His brain was yelling at him. There had to be a catch. But his body was yelling as well. Loudly.
“Deal.”
Blue eyes met yellow-green briefly, agreeing to their bargain. Kami smiled and returned her attention toward her goal. He watched, nervous, as she rose up onto her knees. He closed his eyes, deciding not to watch. A strangled yelp tore its way from his throat as the moist heat of her mouth engulfed him. All logical thought abandoned him at that moment. Kami’s tongue tracing those infamous spirals at unpredictable speeds.
“Oh, God…” Artemis moaned breathlessly.
Giving up full control to his body, he arched into her sinful mouth, straining against the chains that held his arms bound. He gasped at the vibrations Kami’s chuckles made against him. She, apparently, was quite enjoying herself. Nira intently watched her partner at work. Granted this wasn’t ordinary, but she watched none the less. She had often criticized Kami for her emotional attachments and sensitivity. Saying that it was detracting form her ability to professionally complete the job. It was only something that would inevitably get in her way. But here, she saw her take a person, who was stiff, irate and, for all intents and purposes, unresponsive, and persuade him to react to her willingly. Despite the fact that he had been drugged, kidnapped, awoken to find himself chained to the wall of an unfamiliar room, personally insulted, molested, and forcibly raped. She had somehow made him trust her a little, and to understand that she wasn’t going to hurt him, nor did she want to. For in her own state, Nira tended to remain distant, causing most around her to become uptight and more than a little nervous. It was a harsh blow to her pride to realize that, were they to have switched places, she would have never managed to make Artemis Fowl respond in such a blatant, unguarded manner. Kami’s hands firmly held his hips in place. He was trying to buck and she didn’t want to gag. His gasps and moans were becoming more fevered and he was shaking with his need for release. The suction on his cock was borderline painful, but the last thing he wanted was for the ministrations to stop. He felt like a tightly coiled spring, tense, anticipating… Release… His voice echoed through the room as Kami sucked him dry. Artemis’ knees buckled and he hung limply from his shackles. She rose to her feet and met his glazed over eyes before gently kissing him. Her tongue traced his lips, politely requesting entrance instead of using force. Artemis acquiesced, meeting her tongue with his. This kiss was different, consensual, and he could taste himself in her mouth. Kami pulled away and smiled. Pulling a key from her back pocket, she unlocked the shackles binding his wrists. Artemis gratefully sank to the cold floor, pulling up his undergarments and trousers as he went, and stretched out his legs, not bothering with either zipper or button.
Kami sat beside him and simply stated, “You must be tired.”
All she received as a response was an exhausted glance from Artemis. She gently gathered him to her and laid his head on her lap. He was out seconds later.
“That,” said Nira, snapping her book shut, “was entertaining.”
She got up from her chair and walked a little stiffly over to Kami.
“Ow, my knees. Too long in one position.”
Kami was inspecting one of Artemis’ hands as he dozed in her lap; the wrist was red, raw and swollen from the shackles. She touched it gently. Kami looked up at Nira,
“This is quite a shock I would imagine, do you think he’ll be okay?”
Her red hair flopped over one eye.
“I’m sure he’ll be just fine.” Nira stated matter-of-factly, “Besides, we’re not finished. Don’t get all sentimental just yet.”
“I’m not!” Kami retorted, her pride pricked,
“This is just for fun. It’s a way to slake our boredom. That’s all.”
Her hand absently smoothed his mussed black hair. Artemis muttered something unintelligible in his sleep.
“We should probably move him upstairs, though. He’ll be more comfortable.”
Almost as if aware they were talking about him, Artemis’ eyes fluttered open, blinking owlishly up at Nira looming magisterially over him.
“Wake up, Hunter.”
The realization of just what he had been using for a pillow dawned on him; he bolted upright and scrambled away from Kami’s soft lap. Nira followed him; deadly calm once again reminding him of a lethal cat.
“Correct.” She intoned, “We are not done.”
He continued to shuffle backwards until he felt his back collide with the wall, rendering him cornered.
Nira smirked, “Do you see that?”
She pointed to a corner of the room where, much to his horror, was a surveillance camera.
“Judging by your stunned silence, you see it quite clearly. This whole event has been recorded. How is this significant?”
She bent toward him, staring at him over her glasses with an intensity he had been unaware she possessed.
“Answer me, Hunter.”
He thought for a moment, his tired brain sluggishly processing the information. His anger flared at the answer, briefly renewing his battered pride.
“That’s blackmail!” He snapped.
“What’s your point? We have you, we have dirt on you, and you are to do whatever we ask. Unless of course, you want people to be treated to what I’m sure would be a… revealing exposé.”
This had been part of the plan since stage one. Kami wanted him to be willing, so Nira had come up with the idea of blackmail. She could see the shock on his face fade to horror; the horror became embarrassment, and the embarrassment to shame. His pride and force of will collapsed under the strain.
“What do you want me to do?”
His entire being seemed broken of pride, of will. For the moment at least, he was submissive.
“Simple.”
Kami walked over to Artemis, squatting next to him for a moment before losing her balance and resolving to sit cross-legged.
“I,” she pointed to herself, “want you,” she placed a cool hand on his bare chest, “to sleep with me.”
Shock registered plainly on his face.
“What!?”
Being submissive sure didn’t last long.
“Do me. Fuck me. Screw me. If you need further synonyms, I’ve got more.”
“But I’ve never—!”
“I know. You need to loosen up some. A pretty girl just told you to have your way with her, and you’re trying to find your way out of it.”
She gave him a look. He sighed.
“Understood.”
Artemis looked around for a moment, “Where? Surely not here. That seems as though it would be moderately,” he paused, blushing, “uncomfortable.”
Kami giggled, “There’s my bed upstairs. We’re in the basement, then there’s the main floor and the upstairs.”
She reached out her hand and smiled warmly, “Come on.”
Artemis stared at it for a moment. 'What have I got to lose?' He thought to himself. 'Your virginity.' The detached voice stated, rather humorously. 'Although, we may have crossed that line a bit already.' 'Really? I hadn’t noticed.' He snapped back, determined to cease his rhetoric with himself. Artemis wanted keep his sanity as firmly in place as he could for as long as was physically possible and talking to himself did not seem as though it would help that. He considered accepting the hand offered to him, thought better of it and stood under his own power meeting Kami’s oddly sharp eyes with his own.
“Allow me to reaffirm my understanding of this situation,” Kami nodded without breaking eye contact, “The pair of you kidnap me, hacking into several high security computers and Fowl Manor to do so, for the sole purpose of ending your boredom. Once I am within your possession, you proceed to make a recording of rather… completely humiliating actions, which I am forced to commit, in order to obtain sufficient blackmail to ensure not only that I stay, but am willing. Have I misjudged this situation in any aspect?”
“No.”
Kami stated her face blank of all emotion for a moment. What ever caused her lapse into apathy passed and her mischievous smiled reasserted its power over her expression.
“What do you say?”
“I am cornered. I have no other options of which I am currently aware. I will do as you ask, but I have one last question.”
A sneaking suspicion had wormed its way into his mind and he saw fitting reason to pay it heed.
“Ask away.” Nira said with an accompanying gesture.
“Am I correct in the assumption that this is only the beginning?”
There was an unreadable glint in Nira’s eye and Kami’s smile became a sly one.
“Yes, you would be correct. This footage will be used to force your hand for as long as we see fit to do so.” She laughed, breaking the eye contact.
“I understand.”
He inhaled deeply, mentally preparing himself for whatever was to come, and gave a short mirthless laugh.
“What?” Kami asked.
“I’m pathetic.” He said matter-of-factly.
Artemis’ voice indicated no sadness, no defeat; instead it seemed as though he was laughing at his own ineptitude. What the hell. There is nothing I can do for now. Without another word, he leaned forward and kissed Kami full on the mouth.
“Let’s take this upstairs.”
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