#code 8 fanfiction
Title:Penny For Your Thoughts?
Author:Keith
Fandom:Code 8
Setting:Marcus’ Club
Pairing:Marcus Sutcliffe/Connor Reed
Characters:Marcus Sutcliffe, Connor Reed
Genre:Crime/Romance
Rating:T
Chapters:1/1
Word Count: 1012
Type Of Work: One-Shot, For the @ficwip Tiny Ship Fleet Fest
Status:Complete
Warnings:Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, AU - A/B/O, AU - Omegaverse, A/B/O Dynamics, Alcohol, Alcoholism, Alcoholic!Marcus, Drug Use, Drug Abuse, Sexual Harassment, Prostitution, Strippers & Stripclubs, Garrett Mentioned, Implied Garrett/Connor Reed
Disclaimer:I don’t own anything.
Summary: “That’s rich, coming from a man who already knows.”
AN:Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Twitter!
Guess who got into a fandom that doesn’t even have an Ao3 Category? It’s this fucking guy. Apparently, I can’t chill out and I must get into fandoms where I am the sole proprietor and audience, but that’s okay. I’ll do this song and dance until I’ve squeaked on by to something else. Hopefully, I don’t, I’m really enjoying writing for this. I love Code 8, it was so good. I keep watching it, oops.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this!
Penny For Your Thoughts?
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Marcus was no stranger to second glances.
Connor would be far from the first or last person to keep casting his eyes at him over and over again as he lounged in the club that Marcus owned. Granted, it had been some time since he’d seen a pair of blue eyes like Connor’s. Even without being lit up with his electricity, they were something to be admired, and from the looks of it, had found something to admire in him. Of course, there was a lot to take in, Marcus Sutcliffe was one of the biggest names in Lincoln City.
The Electric never drank anything, not usually. He had only seen Connor here every night for four days, and never once did he so much as look at the girls, or think about the illicit products Marcus’ establishment offered. Watching from his typical booth, an old-fashioned glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other, Marcus rose a brow, his head tilting a little. That was an interesting development, now, wasn’t it?
Scrubbing both hands over his face, Connor held up his hand at the bar, and whatever he ordered was on the bar in a matter of minutes. With how much work he’d been doing for them, and his status as a level five Electric, it didn’t surprise Marcus for a second. What did seem to surprise him was how close Connor had suddenly gotten.
When had he walked from his VIP lounge all the way to the bar?
There was way too much Psyke in his system if he didn’t remember doing that, either that or Connor was some kind of witch, too. A TK, maybe? Perhaps he had electro-magnetism.
To be fair, Connor turned slightly when someone sat beside him and nearly leapt out of his own skin at the sight of him; Apparently, it was a shock to bothof them.
No pun intended.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Marcus asked finally, his words slow, slurred, and disjointed, eyes unfocused even as he tried to keep them on Connor’s face.
“That’s rich, coming from a man who already knows.” Connor spat back, turning back to his glass. He’d been contemplating this for a solid ten minutes before even ordering the damn thing, and he still was struggling with hyping himself up to drink it. Marcus’ eyes focused on his cheek, and the pounding of the musing, the haze of the booze, it all slipped away.
“There’s barely a point in grazing on your brain when I want to have a decent conversation, Connor.” Marcus offered, leaning a little closer, only to find his head pressed up against the Electric’s muscled arm. Up this close, even Marcus could tell that there was the scent of an Omega underneath a thick layer of scent blockers. His mouth hung open, his eyelids fluttering shut, as he breathed in a heaving lungful of Connor’s scent.
Noticing the way that the Alpha was acting had Connor rolling his eyes, finally shooting the whiskey as though he’d never get enough of it. He wasn’t getting paid enough to deal with this.
“What?” It wasn’t like Marcus didn’t already know exactly what he was doing, and Connor thought as much. The mere thought put a slow smirk on the Alpha’s lips, and Marcus leaned a little closer, “You’re beautiful, you know. A real special kind of specimen…” One of those spidery hands slunk up Connor’s arm, down to his wrist. That was the only part on the Omega’s arm that he could wrap his thumb and forefinger around the easiest. Despite this, his fingers still didn’t touch all that well.
There was just something different about feral Breeders that set them apart from the rest. Maybe it was the sheer size of them, or maybe it was the fact that they were so easy to get to. Regardless, a thrill shot down Marcus’ spine as Connor snarled at him, a sub-vocal growl tinging all of his words.
“Hands off, Marcus, it’s not like that.”
The Alpha purred in response, pressing a half-ashamed kiss on the younger man’s thick bicep.
“Ofcourse it’s not, Connor… I know. You’re just… What, ‘passing through’, is what you said?” Complete with air quotes, too. Connor could have reached forward and bit him, if he didn’t think that Marcus would have loved that. Shaking his head, Connor jerked his arm slightly, trying to give the man he worked for enough knowledge about what he was doing to be able to balance himself.
Naturally, Marcus took no hints and awaited the chance to berate the Electric for what he’d done.
That was, up until his descent to the floor was interrupted by those strong arms wrapped around his back on both sides.
“Myhero~” Marcus chortled, rubbing a hand up the center of Connor’s chest. Connor’s escape was a frown, a raised eyebrow, and a quickly deposited drug lord left on a bar stool in drunken confusion. Apparently, Connor wasn’t having it. Connor never really wanted to have it, did he? All he thought about was money…
Andthat was something that Marcus could work with, provided that Connor wasn’t an expensive hooker.
…Or maybe that would work out for all of them. Putting an Omega Breeder on a stage would get them plenty of cash. He could advertise it, get Connor a crash course on being a stripper, and the club would be absolutely packed to bursting with Alphas that thought they could get at him. Even if he was impossible to work with, the younger man would do anything for a quick buck.
Marcus had a few ideas he was sitting on for that, too. If he could just get Connor semi-compliant, then he’d be in Heaven. Garrett would get a decent cut of it, too, so it wasn’t like either of them could complain.
Even still, he knew that it wouldn’t be easy. Connor was a stubborn one, and Garrett only had one thing in mind at all times. That being said, nothing was impossible for Marcus Sutcliffe.
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AN:Welp, there we have it! This will be a two-parter, sort of. Not necessarily two separate chapters but two connected one-shots. The second one will be HARD SMUT, so you’ve been warned.
One-Shots
All unconnected one-shots will go here. If they are connected to a series/chapter fic, they will be listed under it’s listing.
Penny For Your Thoughts?- Marcus Sutcliffe/Connor Reed - One-Shot, Companion to Spread The Love - Complete
Charity Case - Park/Connor Reed - One-Shot - Not Started
Fake It ‘Til You Make It - Garrett/Connor Reed - One-Shot - Started
Give Yourself To Me - Garrett/Connor Reed - One-Shot - Not Started
An Island In A Sea Of Misunderstandings - Freddie/Connor Reed - One-Shot - Not Started
Spread The Love - Marcus Sutcliffe/Connor Reed, Garrett/Connor Reed, Garrett/Marcus Sutcliffe/Connor Reed - One-Shot, Companion to Penny For Your Thoughts? - Started
What A Blast - Garrett/Connor Reed - One-Shot - Not Started
Chapter Fics
All chapter fics will be listed here. If they have connecting one-shots, then they will go underneath it’s listing. One-shot collections will go here, as well.
None At This Time
