That Handsome Jerk
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Summary:
Mal concocts a brand new plan to get the information he needs from Alejandro. Sensual times ensue.
Notes:
this took forever to write and its not even good. what the fuck
Work Text:
Alliances were a concept far from what Mal would genuinely like to involve himself in. Alejandro's agreement to side with him had been a tactical move, not a true attempt at earning his favor in their game. Cameron and Zoey were much easier to manipulate than Alejandro had ever been, because bending others to his will was a trait that also flowed strong in his blood. Mal could blame it on his parents' diplomatic background, but he doubted that it was anything more than an innate trait that he had always borne.
Earning the right to Alejandro's darkest fears had become a challenge, because he was more resilient than Mal had been prepared for. His ability to bounce back from every tactic, every moment spent trying to frighten him, had rendered it all for naught. He would continue trying, of course, but he didn't predict a great deal of success in the venture. It was more a matter of trying to preserve his ego than anything, because in his opinion, the win was already a completely sealed deal. Just a little more time, and he would have the spoils all to himself. Whether it was worth it or not was another matter, but there were very few other times that he would be able to cause quite this much trouble without suffering real consequences. Mike's relationships would suffer, sure, but that was never a concern. Maintaining his guise tended to be easy enough, and it wasn't as if he was doing his worst. Mike really should be grateful for his display of mercy. All he ever did was complain about it, though, not that he ever expected him to appreciate the proper kindness he showed.
The method he had resolved himself to was simple. If Alejandro wouldn't fear him, perhaps he would grow comfortable around him. People were much easier to break when someone they were fond of was wearing them thin, and he had no problem stalling a bit before he went right back to his old ways. As long as he got what he wanted, the matter of /getting/ there was fair game. He would do anything for his own satisfaction.
Cameras were always watching, and they bore the eyes of more viewers than he would ever like to meet. People analyzing his every move, who were on the edge of their seats waiting for him to do another dastardly deed worthy of their fearful admiration. It was tiring, being so perfect. People like Sierra would eat up his evil behaviors, finding them to be of interest to them or just wrong enough to satisfy a primal urge for chaos that he believed lay in wait inside of almost every person around him.
His master plan of the hour brought him to the winner's hotel, after kindly inviting Alejandro to join him for the night. It was a move that obviously surprised him, but the element of surprise was one that always had its uses. He might not trust Mal to not smother him while he slept, but he wouldn't turn down a night of luxury over the itchy cabin bunks. The risk was worth it.
"You look a little uneasy." Mal remarked, not bothering to use his best impression of Mike's voice when they already both knew just who was pulling the strings. "It's already kind of late... you could just sleep."
"And miss out on the opportunity to use the benefits of this place to their fullest? I think not." Alejandro replied, appearing very sure of himself. Disappearing for a while would give Mal the perfect opportunity to break something precious to him, the way he had with others, or lay out a perfect trap for him to fall into upon his return.
But supposedly, making friends was not done by mutilating them or their belongings.
Water dripped from a faucet down the hall, and Mal played out his plan to its rhythm. He crossed the room, feigning a nervousness that he would never have shown otherwise. Getting to the end of this might cost him a bit of his reputation, but it was only a step in his grand scheme to get Alejandro off the island and out of his hair. He had made the mistake of turning away from Mal, and the opportunity to drape his arms over his shoulders from behind was seized.
"You know, Alejandro..." Mal murmured, tracing his finger idly over his chest. It was a compromising position, to say the least, and the cameras that he knew to be on him still burned holes in his skin. He was here to win, though, not to back out of things just because he got a bit of 'stage fright'. "I can see why the girls always fawn over you."
"...Ay, it's really no surprise that they swoon over me so." Alejandro replied, his hesitation in even justifying Mal's remarks obvious.
"Hmm." He hummed his own response, fingers creeping lower before Alejandro seized his wrist.
"I don't know what you're trying to do, mi amigo. But I think you should really reconsider."
"Reconsidering isn't on the agenda." That may have been the most honest of Mal's statements at any given point. He didn't intend to step down, and just let things continue the way they were. Mal rubbed at his chest with the hand not entrapped in Alejandro's grasp.
"You seem so tense. Why? We're here to relax." Mal whispered to him. "You can let me help you with that. It's not a crime."
"I don't need your help."
"Need and want are such /different/ things." He could talk him in circles for hours, but he had a specific goal in mind that he still intended to reach. As long as he was careful how involved he got himself, it wouldn't hurt anyone but Alejandro in the end.
"And you seem to think you know what I want."
"That's because I do." In some ways, he was all talk. He couldn't pry into his mind and figure out just what he desired most, but he could pretend that he could, and that might be just as effective.
"As if." Alejandro scoffed. His resolve was weakening, and Mal could tell. He knew that it would be easy to get even more direct with him, but he didn't want to. Even if it was just a ploy to gain his trust, he didn't want to make it too easy.
