Nice

Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. I wish they did - oh, how I wish they did...

The STF said: "I tried to write some Crossfired AU where Nice!Arcane assumes as a matter of course that they're lovers and Graham feels weird about it because on the one hand, WOO HOO, on the other hand, is he really in his right mind...?" And I replied – " oh, now that's a nice idea...."
Standard disclaimer applies. This takes place during the episode Crossfired, which I really, really like. An experiment of Arcane's, designed to drive Swamp Thing mad, cross-fires and has the opposite effect on Arcane, driving out his psychosis - and most of his memory! - and turning him into a good guy. Amnesiac nice!Arcane – what an absolutely adorable sweetheart. And Graham is truly loathesome in this ep....
Anyway. This is pure PWP smut. Enjoy!

Graham's skin was surprisingly soft. So was his hair. Anton wondered why he should be surprised. After all, the simple fact that it felt so right, so natural to touch his assistant, to caress him – well, that surely indicated an intimate prior relationship. Didn't it?
     Graham took his hand, expression both nervous and alarmed.
     'Doctor Arcane?'
     Anton smiled gently at him, little glimpses of their life flitting in and out of his consciousness. Graham, so loyal, so faithful, looking after him, tending to him when he was hurt, sticking up for him when others insulted or denigrated him... Of course they were lovers.
     What little he could remember – shuddering and horrified – of his previous nature proved that. No-one who didn't love him – nay, adore him – would have put up with such dreadful treatment. He cupped the smaller man's face in his hands.
     'Help me remember?'
     Eyes wide and disbelieving, the first faint signs of an earsplitting smile on his lips, Graham leaned forward and cautiously kissed Arcane's mouth, triumphant when the Doctor tentatively returned the kiss.
     'Come with me, sir...'

'This is... my room?' Arcane glanced around the bedroom uncertainly. Graham pulled him towards the bed.
     'Yes, sir.'
     'And... we sleep here?'
     'Yes sir. I do have my own quarters, just for form's sake, and sometimes we sleep there. But usually it's here.'
     Arcane sat on the edge of the bed and regarded his assistant doubtfully.
     'I... I don't remember...'
     Forcing himself not to grin, Graham caught Arcane's face in his hands and leaned down to kiss him, firm little kisses to his forehead, between his brows, his eyelids, the high cheekbones, the corners of his mouth, finally sliding onto the bed beside him to press eager lips to his own.
     And Arcane responded, pulling him close, lips soft and mobile, tongue shy and arousing... Graham fought back a shiver of anticipation, refusing to listen to that tiny little voice somewhere at the back of his mind that was trying to insist that this was wrong, Arcane was not in his right mind, taking advantage like this was...
     Deserved. Graham snarled at his conscience. Well deserved, for the crap he'd taken from the Doctor over the years.
     Arcane couldn't complain. He'd taught Graham everything the assistant knew. If Graham imitated him now, it was entirely his own fault.
     He slid a hand down from Arcane's face to his shoulder, then to his thigh, kneading gently, grinning to himself when Arcane moaned softly and shifted closer. When was the last time the Doctor had fucked anyone? Had to be at least a week ago, he'd been too wrapped up in the latest experiment to spare time for anything physical. That meant he'd now be desperate for it. Years of studying his Doctor had given Graham a unique insight into his libido...
     Arcane was shifting uncomfortably: a quick downward glance revealed his burgeoning erection trapped in the confines of the unfashionably – but nevertheless sexily – tight jeans he was wearing. Moving his lips to fasten on the Doctor's neck Graham reached for the belt, deftly unfastening it one-handed then grasping the zipper as Arcane whimpered and shuddered against him.
     'Relax, Anton.' Graham murmured in his Doctor's ear, then pushed him down onto his back, easing the jeans – underneath he was naked – down long legs, fumbling with Arcane's shoes for just a moment then stripping the lower half of his body bare in one smooth movement. Pulling the shirt from the lean hairless torso was the work of only a few more seconds, then Arcane lay defenceless and vulnerable before him on the wide, luxurious bed.
     Graham sat back, avaricious eyes drinking in the naked form of the man he had worshipped for so long. And oh, there was a delicious anticipation curling deep in his groin as he ran a finger up the length of Arcane's erection then leaned down to kiss the head.
     Arcane's back arched up as he gasped, hands clenching in the duvet, cock quivering, teeth gritted.
     '...Graham.... please...'
     Oh, the power... Graham sat back, smirking.
     'What do you want, Anton?'
     Big defenceless eyes gazing up at him, yearningly.
     'I.... I want... I need you...'
     'You sure?'
     Arcane bit his lip and nodded. Graham smirked, gaze hovering over the Doctor's groin, taking a moment or two to appreciate the long, sturdy, shapely penis, the twitching balls, the dark-golden-tinged curls... Chuckling he rose to his feet and slowly began to undress – slapping Arcane's hands away when the Doctor reached over and made to help.
     'Oh no, Anton. Patience.'
     Arcane whimpered, eyes closing, cock straining as pre-come beaded on the broad silky head.
     'Graham... please...!'
     Graham stripped off the last of his clothing and stood at the side of the bed, gratified – and a little nervous – at Arcane's wide-eyed expression of shock as he stared at his assistant's... endowments...
     Arcane swallowed nervously.
     '... Graham...?'
     Graham leaned down to bite gently at a nipple.
     'It's OK, Anton. I'll be careful.'

And he was, using plenty of lubricant and sighing blissfully as his cock was enveloped, hugged, by hot tight flesh, easing into Arcane's ass as slowly and gently as he could. Which didn't stop the Doctor from paling and biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as that monster thrust its way smoothly into his body.
     Fully-seated and pausing for a moment, not wanting to finish too soon, Graham tucked his legs under Arcane's thighs and stroked his face with one hand, frowning down a little apprehensively as the fingers of the other wrapped around a completely limp penis.
     'You OK, Anton?'
     Arcane was shivering, hands still clenched in the duvet, tears shimmering at the edge of his lashes.
     '... hurts...'
     Graham leaned forwards and nipped gently at his jaw, steeling himself to lie.
     'But it never used to...'
     Arcane swallowed and gazed up at him, trying not to recoil from the rigid flesh that felt it was trying to split him open.
     'Then it must be me... I'm sorry. Please, give me a moment or two...'
     'Of course, Anton...'
     But he couldn't resist moving just a little, relishing the tiny pained hisses Arcane made as the penis buried in his body twitched and throbbed. Finally Arcane drew a deep breath and forced himself to relax, unable to completely hide the fear in his eyes as he bit his lip and gazed up at Graham.
     '... ready...'
     Grinning broadly Graham grasped Arcane's shoulders and held him still as he pulled out – then thrust back in, ignoring Arcane's cry of pain.
     Out, then in.
     Out, almost completely out of the flinching body below him – then back in, ramming home forcefully, a dark part of him revelling in Arcane's tortured expression, the trembling of the blanched body below him...
     ... finally giving up any semblance of control and fucking Arcane, hard and fast and brutally, grunting, ignoring the Doctor's whimpers of pain, gripping his shoulders bruisingly hard as he rammed home one last time and came, copiously, seemingly endlessly, spurting deep within his Doctor's body.
     It took him a good couple of minutes to come back to himself, lying gasping and sated over Arcane's lean body. It was probably the realisation that that body was shaking under him that jerked him back to reality.
     He lifted his head and frowned. Arcane's head was turned aside, hands at his sides, eyes closed and lips trembling despite being pulled into a thin line.
     'Anton?'
     Arcane swallowed hard and turned to regard his assistant, and Graham flinched at the pain and betrayal in those big, trusting eyes.
     '... does... does it always hurt so much...?'
     Aw fuck... Graham very carefully eased out of Arcane's flinching body and lay beside him, dragging the duvet over them both then pulling Arcane to him, kissing his neck.
     'I'm sorry Anton. No, of course it doesn't – but you've been busy for weeks, and I missed you...'
     Arcane relaxed a little, allowing Graham to pull him closer and gazing up into blue eyes hopefully.
     'So it's been a while?'
     Graham kissed his forehead.
     'Yeah...' He slid a hand down to Arcane's groin, fondling gently, reassured when the Doctor's penis stiffened. 'Let me make it up to you.'
     Without waiting for a response he slid down the bed, coming to rest with his face resting on a lean thigh, hand caressing the stirring cock. Grinning to himself he nibbled up the length then licked slowly across the head, tongue circling the glans under the foreskin. Arcane shivered, and Graham slid the hardening flesh into his mouth.
     Arcane groaned, hips thrusting forwards, hands cupping the top of Graham's head and pushing. The assistant pulled back and shoved the duvet away, scowling up at the Doctor.
     'Anton, you know better than that. Just lie still.'
     Quivering, Arcane eyed him nervously.
     '... sorry...'
     Graham leered.
     'OK then.'
     Taking the twitching cock back into his mouth he nipped lightly at the head, then sucked, moving his head down to envelop as much of the shaft as he could. Arcane whimpered and forced himself to stay still: Graham could feel the muscles in his thighs and groin jumping, straining to move...
     He made it last, holding motionless every time he felt Arcane nearing orgasm, then licking and sucking until the Doctor was almost writhing, moaning in need. Pulling away completely Graham slid up to kiss him, startled at the ferocity of Arcane's response.
     'Graham... please...'
     'What do you want, Anton?'
     'I... I want to come... please...'
     There was a special joy in hearing Arcane beg. Graham thought he could get used to it. Grinning, he kissed the Doctor once more then slid back down, taking the twitching cock back into his mouth and sucking hard and rhythmically. Arcane gasped, then – unable to stop himself – grasped Graham's head and came, pulsing into his assistant's throat.
     Graham froze. He hadn't quite thought this through completely, and now wondered briefly whether to pull away and swallow or spit before he gagged.
     Although – there was a third option. Grinning to himself he carefully slid his mouth up the slackening penis, keeping his lips closed, then moved back up to lie against the Doctor.
     Arcane reached for his assistant, pulling him close, lips seeking his. Graham settled his closed mouth against his Doctor's – then opened, allowing Arcane's semen to slide into the mouth beside his.
     Arcane's eyes shot open as he bolted upright, grimacing, spitting wildly.
     'What the...?'
     Graham swallowed what was left in his mouth and pouted.
     'But Anton... you've always loved that...'
     Arcane eyed him dubiously.
     'I have?'
     'Yeah.' Graham assumed a wounded expression. 'You've forgotten?'
     Arcane frowned.
     'But... I... that's... really?'
     Graham nodded. 'Yeah, really. But if you've changed your mind, it's OK. Doesn't matter.' Because he really didn't want to push it beyond the bounds of feasibility and jeopardise what he already had...
     Arcane smiled his relief.
     'Thank you, Graham. Right now it feels... insalubrious and distasteful.'
     'S'OK sir.'
     Arcane's face fell.
     ''Sir'? We're back to 'sir'? Have I upset you?'
     Graham sighed and pulled him back down.
     'No, of course not.'
     Arcane relaxed against him.
     'Oh good. I wouldn't want to do that.'
     They lay still and quiet for a moment, then Arcane stroked Graham's chest, trailing his fingers through the plentiful hair to circle and gently pinch a nipple.
     'Strange. I don't remember this. I would have thought it unforgettable.'
     Graham kissed the corner of his mouth.
     'It was a nasty accident, Anton.'
     Arcane rubbed at his forehead and sighed.
     'Obviously.' He grimaced as he licked his lips. 'I think a drink in is order. Let me see what wine I have here.' He stood, then squirmed, frowning behind and down: Graham grinned to himself at the sight of his semen oozing down Arcane's thighs. 'And have a shower.'
     'Want me to wash your back?'
     To Graham's surprise Arcane coloured and shook his head.
     'No. Thank you.'
     As the Doctor swiftly vanished into the bathroom Graham frowned, wondering idly what that was all about...

The wine had been very pleasant, and Graham would have been very happy to fuck again afterwards, but Arcane was moving awkwardly, apparently in some pain. Which was not so surprising under the circumstances, really. And while it felt perversely good having such power over the man he adored, Graham really didn't want him hurt. Well, not to any great degree, at any rate. He pushed his fantasies of the Doctor tied prone and spread-eagled to the bed with leather laces while Graham performed all sorts of indignities on his helpless body way down into the depths of his mind, spooned up against the Doctor's back, and fell happily asleep.
     Of course he awoke with an aching hard-on tucked between Arcane's lean buttocks, and slid a hand around a thin hip to grasp the Doctor's morning erection. Arcane groaned and thrust into his hand, whimpering as Graham nibbled at his neck and shoulder.
     'Good morning, Anton.'
     'Graham...' Arcane tried to turn over, but Graham held him still, swapping hands and reaching for the tube of lubricant on the night-stand. Arcane shivered.
     'I think I'm too sore, Graham...'
     'Nonsense, Anton. You're just a bit out of practise, that's all. We'll soon sort that out.' Uncapping the tube one-handed he managed to squeeze a dollop into his fingers, then eased one into Arcane's spasming anus. The Doctor whimpered and tried to hold still, tried to relax as Graham gently eased in a second finger. Graham kissed his shoulder.
     'OK?'
     'Y... yes...' It didn't sound very convincing, but Graham opted to take it at face value and eased in a third finger, slowly spreading and opening Arcane. Not that three fingers came anywhere near to equalling his own girth, of course, but he didn't want to cause any more problems or pain than he had to. After a couple of minutes the Doctor's shaky breathing slowed a little, and Graham slicked his cock with another handful of the lubricant and eased into the hot slippery channel.
     Arcane forced himself to relax, but the burning pain made it very difficult to control his reactions. Behind him Graham was sighing with contentment, though, so the Doctor gritted his teeth and held on. The pain eased a little when Graham's penis slid over his prostate and his own automatic responses took over, but he could not have said he truly enjoyed the experience...
     Graham brought both hands to fondle Arcane's cock, stroking and caressing, nipping at his shoulder with sharp teeth, and the Doctor focussed on those strong and obviously capable hands rather than the solid pole of flesh that felt like it was pounding the back of his throat. He managed to come within seconds of Graham, and collapsed back against him, panting.
     Graham smirked to himself. Good. That meant he didn't have to suck the Doctor off this morning... He wriggled as his cock slid wetly from Arcane then nibbled at his earlobe.
     'Shower?'
     'You go first. I want to strip the bed.'
     Graham wasn't going to argue, though he wondered why Arcane apparently didn't want to share the shower with him...

Their days continued in much the same vein. Graham fucked Arcane on waking, and again in the evening, and sometimes, if they could make the time, during the day as well. Arcane grew used being penetrated, fucked and filled so speedily any lingering doubts he might have had about it being perfectly normal for them quickly died – although there was still... something not quite right about the situation. It felt unequal, somehow. Yet when he'd asked to try fucking Graham, the assistant had stared at him as if he'd grown another head.
     'But... sir, you just don't do that. The one time you tried it was a total disaster!'
     Arcane bit a knuckle miserably.
     'I don't remember...'
     Graham stroked his hair.
     'Trust me, Anton, you don't want to remember.' He leaned forward to kiss his Doctor, lips soft and fond. 'Let me make you feel better.'
     Arcane brightened. That meant fellatio, and he'd quickly remembered how much he loved that particular practice. And he supposed it was a reasonable trade-off. He loved being fellated, but the idea of returning the favour made him feel vaguely ill. So allowing Graham to fuck him all the time wasn't so bad, on balance.
     It certainly suited Graham.

But then Arcane started showing an interest in Tressa Kipp. And then he'd suggested retaining this insipidly nice personality after he'd reversed the experiment. And that Graham simply could not allow. Would not allow. Giving up his access to the Doctor's wonderful body was a small price to pay to prevent him staying ordinary for the rest of his life. Not to mention that he absolutely was not prepared to share his Arcane with anyone, but certainly not with a woman!
     He waited until the last minute to sabotage the Doctor's protective magnetic coil, terrified for a moment that he'd caused some serious injury as Arcane screamed and collapsed. Then came those lovely words...
     'How did Alec Holland's lackey get past my men?' And, with a glower at Tressa, 'And what, may I ask, are you doing here?'
     And he knew his Arcane was back.
     He'd worry about any repercussions later, but given Arcane's faulty memory the first time the experiment had cross-fired, Graham was hopeful the Doctor wouldn't remember any of it.
     And if he did – well, it was always useful to have some kind of hold over your boss, especially one as volatile as Arcane. Blackmail? No, no, of course not. Graham grinned to himself. 'Enlightened self-interest' had a much nicer ring to it.
     And you never knew – if the Doctor did remember any of it, he might be interested in continuing, at least to some extent. Graham had rather developed a taste for Arcane jism, and wouldn't be averse to being fucked if the Doctor ever fancied giving it a try...