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turnonmyheels) wrote2008-11-20 10:06 am
turnonmyheels) wrote2008-11-20 10:06 am
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Gossip Girl Fic: Tainted Love Prologue
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Title: Tainted Love
Pairing: Chuck/Nate/Blair, Chuck/others, Blair/Nate
Spoilers: General, nothing specific
Summary: Ten years later, Chuck is still obsessed.
Disclaimer: Gossip Girl belongs to Cecily von Ziegesar and a whole bunch of people at the CW. I'm just playing with them.
Thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
allegraconbrio for the hand holding and beta.
Note: This was once published under my old name. I am posting the first part in this journal so all of the fic will be housed under turnonmyheels. It is an on-going WIP that will be updated approximately once a week.
Chuck Bass was nineteen before he realized the majority of his obsession with Blair was due to his obsession with Nate. He spent that year screwing every floppy-haired, blue-eyed waspoid that caught his eye.
A year later - fucked out, tired of someone else's cock, and still fixated, he decided most of his obsession with Nate was due to his obsession with Blair. Fair-skinned brunettes were a dime a dozen, and he had at least that many a week.
Fucked out and tired of pussy, 365 days after that he decided to try a new direction.
He paid a million dollars to a Madam who found him dopplegangers of them both. He sucked and fucked, licked and bit, and ended the night with his ass in the air and his face buried in her cunt. The obsession was still there, but at least his itch was getting scratched.
The next five years blurred together, one city into another, one country to the next, continent jumping, body hopping, learning his family business inside and out, making it his. He had a standing arrangement with the doppelgangers. He called, they came, so did he. It would have been easier on his wallet to keep them full-time, but Chuck never had to worry about money. Not to mention it was unseemly walking around with carbon copies of his high school crushes on either arm.
His twenty-seventh year returned him to New York and back to the Palace. Before his bags were unpacked Nate Archibald was walking through the door as if the last eight years hadn't happened. When he started in on his and Blair's latest breakup including her throwing the infamous engagement ring at him from across the room, Chuck decided nothing had changed for them. Chuck, on the other hand was flashing on the blowjob he'd received on the jet from the doppelgangers, one sucking his balls, the other licking the crown of his cock. He was half-hard and reminiscing how her dainty finger slid inside him and pressed just so making his eyes cross and his toes curl when Nate saying his name brought him back to reality.
"Chuck? Chuck? Earth to Chuck. Have you even heard a word I said?" Nate crossed one leg over the other and pulled a joint out of his pocket and fired it up.
"Nathaniel."
"Yeah?" Nate looked up at him through his floppy bangs and it was still there. The old attraction, the ease of companionship, the security of a lifetime of memories and friendship. Nothing had changed at all and Chuck knew what was needed. A plan. Not just any plan, one that would shake things up, turn everyone (except of course for him) upside down and inside out.
A plan that ended with him, Blair, and Nate and no more dopplegangers. He took the joint Nate held out for him, inhaling deeply, only exhaling when he couldn't hold it in a second longer. He could feel it working as he passed it back and it occurred to Chuck that Nate's main ambition in life was to smoke the best weed in the world as often as he could.
"It's good to be home."
Part Two
Title: Tainted Love
Pairing: Chuck/Nate/Blair, Chuck/others, Blair/Nate
Spoilers: General, nothing specific
Summary: Ten years later, Chuck is still obsessed.
Disclaimer: Gossip Girl belongs to Cecily von Ziegesar and a whole bunch of people at the CW. I'm just playing with them.
Thank you
allegraconbrio for the hand holding and beta.Note: This was once published under my old name. I am posting the first part in this journal so all of the fic will be housed under turnonmyheels. It is an on-going WIP that will be updated approximately once a week.
Chuck Bass was nineteen before he realized the majority of his obsession with Blair was due to his obsession with Nate. He spent that year screwing every floppy-haired, blue-eyed waspoid that caught his eye.
A year later - fucked out, tired of someone else's cock, and still fixated, he decided most of his obsession with Nate was due to his obsession with Blair. Fair-skinned brunettes were a dime a dozen, and he had at least that many a week.
Fucked out and tired of pussy, 365 days after that he decided to try a new direction.
He paid a million dollars to a Madam who found him dopplegangers of them both. He sucked and fucked, licked and bit, and ended the night with his ass in the air and his face buried in her cunt. The obsession was still there, but at least his itch was getting scratched.
The next five years blurred together, one city into another, one country to the next, continent jumping, body hopping, learning his family business inside and out, making it his. He had a standing arrangement with the doppelgangers. He called, they came, so did he. It would have been easier on his wallet to keep them full-time, but Chuck never had to worry about money. Not to mention it was unseemly walking around with carbon copies of his high school crushes on either arm.
His twenty-seventh year returned him to New York and back to the Palace. Before his bags were unpacked Nate Archibald was walking through the door as if the last eight years hadn't happened. When he started in on his and Blair's latest breakup including her throwing the infamous engagement ring at him from across the room, Chuck decided nothing had changed for them. Chuck, on the other hand was flashing on the blowjob he'd received on the jet from the doppelgangers, one sucking his balls, the other licking the crown of his cock. He was half-hard and reminiscing how her dainty finger slid inside him and pressed just so making his eyes cross and his toes curl when Nate saying his name brought him back to reality.
"Chuck? Chuck? Earth to Chuck. Have you even heard a word I said?" Nate crossed one leg over the other and pulled a joint out of his pocket and fired it up.
"Nathaniel."
"Yeah?" Nate looked up at him through his floppy bangs and it was still there. The old attraction, the ease of companionship, the security of a lifetime of memories and friendship. Nothing had changed at all and Chuck knew what was needed. A plan. Not just any plan, one that would shake things up, turn everyone (except of course for him) upside down and inside out.
A plan that ended with him, Blair, and Nate and no more dopplegangers. He took the joint Nate held out for him, inhaling deeply, only exhaling when he couldn't hold it in a second longer. He could feel it working as he passed it back and it occurred to Chuck that Nate's main ambition in life was to smoke the best weed in the world as often as he could.
"It's good to be home."
Part Two