This is the manifesto for the Teenager Supremesist. If you don't like it you is well an idiot.
1. Kill all Parents. (I'm not sure how that'll work but it will work).
2. Ban homework. (Punishment for violating this- death.)
3. 18 year old should be the maximum age for parliament.
4. Leave all the boring economy shit to George Osborne who will be paid in gold coins.
August 18th, 2010
This is the manifesto for the Teenager Supremesist. If you don't like it you is well an idiot.
I is going insane I am just soo bored .... I am going mad! SCHOOL GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Peter didn’t want to talk to anyone, he didn’t want to recognise that for once he appeared vulnerable. He least of all wanted to see George again. He had lost his cool with George, something about the man pushed Peter’s guards down and he didn’t like it one bit. Only one man had been able to get under Peter’s skin but then that man turned out to be a heartless ego maniac and left Peter broken and on a timer to self destruct. Peter shifted onto his side in his hospital bed and let out a bitter sob into his pillow. The one time he allowed himself to cry was when no one was there to comfort him.
George’s fingers tapped on his desk trying to aid the thought processes in his head. Mandelson was driving him crazy even though Peter was in his hospital bed and George was in number ten. He needed to know what was going on in the Lord’s messed up brain, he need to understand what was happening. It was like a primal desire, a hunger that needed feeding. He decided that he would see Peter tomorrow and Peter would tell him the whole truth and he would not leave until he got it.
Peter looked up from his newspaper, somewhat glad to see that he had a positive effect on the press and had given labour a little boost, and turned his attention to George who had just entered. “Hello again. Back so soon.” George gave an inward sigh of relief, Peter seemed to have perked up a bit today, he sat down on the bed. “I’m sorry about yesterday, I acted like a bit of a cunt.”
“You did and I want an explanation about everything.” George replied looking sternly into Peter’s brown eyes, making sure his companion knew he meant business.
“George I really don’t want to.” Peter said softly.
“It’s not a choice.” George said forcefully. He was the Chancellor of the Exchequer damn it.
“I appreciate what you’re trying to do but I really don’t think it’s necessary. I mean I will probably have a team of psychologists set on me in no time or, god forbid, my brother.” Peter said trying to wrangle himself out of a difficult situation.
“No. You are going to tell me right now what is going on. I mean Jesus in a bendy bus. I get low sometime but I don’t slash my wrists in the Houses of Parliament.” George said with barely contained fury.
Peter’s own temper began to spike, he clenched his fists, hoping to alleviate some of his own anger by attempting to crush his bones into powder. “Yes well you and I lead entirely different lives George.”
“But still, Peter your life is hardly shit.” George reasoned, registering Peter’s tightly clenched fists.
“That’s your opinion I however would differ from that point of view.” Peter found the words very hard to say, unable to keep eye contact he looked down to his hands, accepting defeat.
“Peter what is going on in that head of yours? I mean you have a 2.4 million pound house and a brilliant career. It’s hardly shit.” George said trying to regain eye contact.
“Oh really George, is that what you think? Of course you would, the one thing you have that I will never have, you take for granted. Sure I have money, influence and career, but all that is no help at all.” Peter could feel his feeling sliding out of his grasp. Now George was completely lost, he hadn’t a clue what Peter was on about.
“Peter, what the hell’s wrong. What’s happened?” George asked, his voice laced with concern.
“You really wish to know?” Peter’s voice was now a quivering whisper.
“Why would I ask if I didn’t?”
“Fine.” Peter said, wishing he hadn’t been backed into this. He began to tell George what had happened to him all those years ago.
George wished he hadn’t asked. He was sure that he would never get any sleep ever again. Peter’s story was almost something out of a horror film. A horrid mixture of heartbreak and hurt, no wonder he had wished to top himself. As Peter told the horrific tale of loves gone by, his voice started to disobey him as he fought to keep it all together. He found himself haunted by scenes of the past presented in his mind as clear as photographs. He had told no one of Tony until now. The whole thing made him feel a fool. How he could have had one man hold so much influence over him he would never know.
The relationship had started in 1997 during the long and arduous campaign. At first it read like a love story with romantic dates and steamy evening, but it soon went from Catherine Cookson to Stephen King, from Romeo and Juliet to Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. As soon as Tony had had a taste of power he couldn’t get enough of it. Not satisfied with just exerting his power over the country he had to show he had the upper hand with Peter too. This mainly consisted of bashing Peter around until he bled or shouting and screaming into his ‘lover’s’ ear, and when Tony had had enough, he simply threw Mandelson out of his life and out of government. Not before fully embarrassing him with the whole Matthew Parris incident. Unbeknownst to Peter at the time but Tony had bribed Parris to reveal that piece of information on newsnight.
“You would have thought I would have learnt.” Peter said as his voice was again stepping out of line. “But I didn’t. I went back to him in 1999. Thinking that maybe he had changed but he hadn’t, he was worse than before. I actually landed myself in hospital after one of his beatings. It was kept hushed up. Then he kicked me out again in 2001 and packed me off to Europe. He told me that if I told anyone he would make my life hell. Gordon knew of course and he did try to help but nothing would stop Tony. Alistair also knew but he didn’t give a shit about me and on occasion he would give me a good kicking on orders from Tony.”
“Oh my god.” George said, his face frozen in terror.
“It was an ongoing terror that still plays out in my mind whenever it finds itself unoccupied. I still wake up in the night screaming and no one is ever there to come and make sure I’m ok. I’m alone in the darkness in more ways than one.” A tear began to run down his face, George took hold of Peter’s hand grasping it, as if trying to keep Peter clinging on to something. “I can’t even eat properly because of him. It’s like he’s planted a bomb in me and he’s waiting to see me self destruct. Bet he’s laughing his head off at this right now.” Peter’s restrain could no longer hold back the tide of emotion. The dam broke and Peter began to cry violently.
George instinctively moved up the bed to give a reassuring hug to Peter who was now sobbing his heart out. “Ssh no one’s going to hurt you. Not anymore.” George laid his chin on top of Peter’s head and tried to rock all his worries away. “Let me go get some tissues.” George said as he relinquished his touch. He left the room to ask the nurse for some tissues. He re-entered the room only to find Peter’s again reading the news paper.
“Anyway it was nice to see you George.” Peter said, the only hint that he had just had a massive emotional breakdown was the slightly tear stained eyes and hint of strain in his voice. George knew what was going on and realised there was no point in fighting it, Peter needed his privacy at this moment in time. He picked up his coat and left the tissues by Peter’s side and made his way to leave only to be interrupted by Peter. “Oh and thank you.” Peter added
“No problem.” George left Peter alone in his room. Peter put his head in his hands. What had he just done?
Through the next two weeks, George visited the hospital everyday and little by little the old confident Peter came back. Peter, much to his despair, found himself looking forward more and more to these visits. He didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him but every time George came in a genuine smile would flash across Peter’s tired features and he found that he missed George’s presence when he was not around. It had made a usually unbearable hospital stay easier. As George walked down the all too familiar corridor he had no idea where this friendship would lead or if it would ever last. He entered Peter’s room to find the man himself was sleeping peacefully. George stroked the older man’s face delicately then removed his hand quickly. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ His thoughts screamed at him. He took of his jacket and tried forget what he had just done. Peter awoke to find George texting on his mobile phone. “Didn’t expect to see you.” George looked up and swiftly put his phone away.
“Hello how are you today?” George said noticing Peter’s half groggy smile.
“Not too bad. They said I can go home tomorrow.” Peter lurched himself into a sitting position so he could fully face George.
“Ah good. Will you be ok?” George asked.
“I’ll be fine my dear boy. After all I am not five you may have noticed.” George smiled but inside he was concerned about Peter being all on his own.
“Erm.. Will anyone be like ... be there with you?”
“Just me, as usual.” Peter looked down at his hands.
“Then you’re not staying alone,” George said and Peter’s eyebrows shot up in response. “I’ll stay with you.”
“George, are you forgetting about your wife?” Peter was flattered by the offer but he was quite sure that he didn’t need a babysitter.
“My wife and I love each other in all ways but one. She’s my best friend and almost like my sister but we aren’t in love with each other.” George admitted, meddling with his wedding ring.
“I’m sorry George...I had no idea.” Peter shifted in his bed, trying to dispel some of his own discomfort with the subject.
“No it’s fine. We both don’t mind it. So anyway I’ll stay with you, make sure you’re ok.” George said as he put his hand on his friends shoulder.
“I don’t need a babysitter.” Peter mumbled.
“Well fine then I can be your guest, to be honest I hate sleeping in Downing streets because you know that Clegg and Cameron are doing it next door” George joked but Peter’s mouth dropped. “Oh didn’t you know? Peter shook his head. “Yup those two are at it most of the time.”
Peter laughed, the thought of Cameron and Clegg going at it like dogs made him think that there was room in politics for love. “Fine but there is no way I am going to let you mother me.”
“I would hate to be your mother she must have had a rotten time.” George laughed.
“She must have.” Peter placed his hand on top of George’s. “Thank you.”
George’s hand acted without warning. He grasped Peter’s hand firmly with his own. “No problem.”George beamed back. He was acting independent of his own rationality and he was enjoying every moment of it. He didn’t know where this was going or if it was going anywhere but for once he didn’t seem to care.
George awoke to the sound of Peter shouting in the room next to him. He got up and wrapped a silk dressing gown around himself and quietly made his way into the master bedroom. Peter was on his bed tossing and turning, crying and shouting. “No. No!! Tony don’t please don’t!!” Peter cried trying to hide himself from an invisible punch. George jumped on the bed and held Peter’s quivering body in his arms. Even though Peter was now awake but he was still crying bitterly into George’s shirt.
It’s ok. You’re safe. I’m here.” George’s first night was turning out to be one in which sleep would be oddly ignored. Peter clutched onto George’s arm, trying to forget the nightmare from which he had just awoken. George laid down next to his friend and rested Peter’s head on his chest and stroked the older man’s hair. After about ten minutes George rose to his knees and looked down at the other man. Peter didn’t know what he was doing until he was halfway through doing it. He put his hand on the back of George’s neck and pulled him down so his body was on top of his own. He hesitated for a moment, fearing rejection but giving George a way out. The two men looked into each other’s eyes and George pressed his lips to Peter’s. At first it was slow, letting both men find their feet and then it became more intense, hands roaming here, there and everywhere. Soon both men’s tops had been removed and chucked across the room. Reason had left, packed its bags and gave up and now passion ran wild like a fire with no one there to fight it.
“Oh god George!” Peter moaned as the two men’s groins started to grind together. George surrendered himself to every touch and sensation. He pressed harder, desperate for more contact. Soon it became painfully obvious that simply grinding like a bunch of school boys was not going to work.
“Peter,” George said trying to regain breath, “we can do this properly or not at all.” Peter needed no invitation. He quickly rolled over so he could reach his bedside cabinet and produced some lube and condom. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Would you shut up, pass me the lube and condom and drop you trousers please.” George commanded, he was never very patient when he was painfully hard. Peter was very happy to oblige his friend and lay back ready for what was coming his way. George squeezed some lube onto his finger and placed in caringly into Peter’s entrance, the older man arched his back and gave out a small moan. George seeing this as a go ahead entered a second finger into Peter’s heat and began to tease him to breaking point.
“Oh for god’s sake, would you please fuck me!” Peter pleaded. George gave a devious smile, before slipping a condom onto his own hardness and place some lube on it. Peter tugged George down and after a bit of a struggle Peter straddled George. The older man kissed his lover softly and with that George entered smoothly into Peter’s body. Peter threw his head back “Oh fuck!” He moaned. George started the relentless pace and Peter soon caught on, moving his hips in accordance with the rhythm.
“Oh god Peter! Yes! Oh my god yes!” George shouted as the blood all went rushing south. Peter placed his arms around George’s neck and kissed him passionately. God how Peter had missed this, just with Tony it had never been this good, this rewarding. George took Peter’s erection in his hand and began stroking and teasing it, causing Peter to bury his head into George’s shoulder.
“Oh Jesus Christ! George my god I love you.” Peter said breathlessly. He could feel his climax coming. It was like a dam that had too much water behind it and was about to crack and crack it did. Both men let out a loud moan as the both reached their climax. The two men saw the stars before crashing back to Earth. Peter collapsed on top of George after having his strength literally fucked out of him. The laboured breaths of both men struggled to keep up with oxygen needs.
“I love you too.” George said after he had regained his breath. Peter turned to face him, his face still flushed. He placed a kiss on George’s forehead. “Is this better than topping yourself?”
“Much better.” Peter laughed.
“Good now I have a brilliant idea, every time you get low I want you to pop down to my office and we can make those worries disappear ok?” George suggested, stroking Peter’s face.
“That’s the best suggestion you’ve ever made.” The two men wrapped their arms around each, enjoying the post-coital bliss.
“I was also hoping that maybe I could stay a bit longer and maybe not have to sleep in the guest bedroom?”
Peter smiled “Stay as long as you like.”
Summary: George finds out the dark lord has a more emotional side
Rating: NC- 17
George walked down the ornate corridor. Bloody Mandelson, he thought, why can’t he have just given us all the documentation instead of having to chase him up? George turned a corner and headed towards the peers office, frustrated with Mandelson ‘forgetting’ to hand over documents. Soon he arrived at Peter’s office in the House of Lords, He rapped his knuckles on the door, something he hated doing because his knuckles stung like a bastard. There was no reply. Geeorge went to check with the woman he had spoken to over the phone.
“Hello is Mandy in today.” George joked using all his charm.
“Yes he’s in his office.”
“I just checked, he isn’t in.”
“I assure you he is.”
“I assure you he isn’t” George said forcefully, thinking about the waste time this was.
“Maybe he just popped out. He maybe back now.” George mumbled a thank you which wasn’t, in his book deserved and went back to Peter’s office door. Once more George rapped on the door, with every knock his anger rising. Still no answer. George tried at the door knob, much to his surprise the door opened, it was not locked. He stepped into the office carefully and there was Mandelson, on the floor with his back and head rested against the desk, apparently asleep.
“Wakey wakey Mandelson!” George bellowed, was the man becoming senile already? Peter did not stir. George rolled his eyes and went to shake Peter to wake him up. As George reached Peter he panicked. Blood was pouring from slashes all the way up Peter’s left arm. It dawned on George, Mandelson wasn’t asleep, Mandelson was dying or even dead. The Tory fumbled for Peter’s right wrist, trying to take a pulse that was barely there. “Oh dear god!” George said realising that he was losing the Lord. He ran back down to the office where the parliamentary staff worked.”Some one call an ambulance!” He shouted as soon as he got into the office. People looked up at him wondering what was going on. “Well go on!” One aide got the message and began to ring the emergency services.
“Where do we need them?” The aide asked, a mixture of curiosity, panic and concern in her voice.
“Lord Mandelson’s office and tell them to hurry up!” George answered watching eyebrows everywhere shoot up.
“Peter?” George swivelled around and there was Prescott. “What’s wrong with Peter?” Genuine concern was spread over Peter’s colleague’s face.
“Follow me.” George said quietly and guided Prescott to where Peter was lying. George kneeled down and checked his pulse, it was worse than before. John knelt beside his friend, dumbstruck by the sight that was in front of him.
“For god’s sake Peter, don’t die.” John muttered, a tear falling down his cheek. George felt the boundaries of politics been knocked down one by one. He found himself out of instinct or human kindness, placing an arm around the labour peer. Soon the medics arrived and started tending to the dying Peter Mandelson who seemed to be clinging to life by the smallest of margins. All of Westminster came alive with gossip and nosey onlookers gathered around as Peter was being wheeled out. George couldn’t help but think that if Mandelson had been capable of thought that he would have made some joke about the situation. John and George followed the medics and Peter all the way up to where the loaded him into the ambulance. By this point John was physically shaking and was guided to a seat by Gordon Brown who had turned up on hearing the news. As the ambulance pulled off George tried to make a quiet get away but instead found himself collared by an irate Harriet Harman.
“What the fuck happened?” She snarled
“I don’t know I just found him there, blood everywhere.” He answered and made a quick getaway toward the conservative part of the houses of parliament. He walked past Ed Miliband who was in tears being consoled by his older brother. Jack Straw and Gordon Brown were tending to John Prescott. In fact, much to George’s surprise half of labour was consoling the other half. He never knew Peter was that loved like that. He finally got to the government offices, Nick and David were already there, staring at the breaking news on T.V.
Much to George’s surprise PMQ’s wasn’t cancelled, as George looked across the floor and to the Labour benches, he found them much more subdued. Ed Miliband still looked as if he was going to break down and most of the front bench was preoccupied. David got up and made his opening answer, the usual acknowledging all the dead soldiers, this was where George usually tuned out, but not today. “....and I think the house will join me in hoping that Lord Mandelson makes a full recovery. This came as quite a shock to all of us and we all hope he can return to politics as soon as possible”
“Hear hear.” The house seemed to say in unison with the exception of Ed Miliband who was now griping his hand tightly. Thanks to Peter most of the questions were about mental health, something David had not prepared and attempted to blag his way through it
“I wouldn’t be surprised if Mandelson planned this.” The Prime Minister joked to George in between questions. George nodded, his mind preoccupied. To George the last thing he would have thought of Mandelson is that he was vulnerable, in fact general consensus was that Peter was the exact opposite. His nickname the Prince of Darkness hardly let onto the fact that he was emotional. George settled back on the bench. What had happened to Peter, had switching government been that emotionally heart breaking for him? Soon PMQ’s was over and George, Nick and David made their way back to their offices.
“God, what was with the opposition today? They barely scored a hit.” Nick said as they entered the government offices. George relieved himself of his tie and jacket.
“Obviously the spell that is the dark lord doesn’t work when he’s unconscious.” David laughed. “I just hope he’s back soon because this is far too easy.”
It was another nine days before Mandelson came round. George thanked god that it hadn’t of been longer, he couldn’t stand the media circus around it, even Nick Robinson had been drawn in. He already knew that most of the labour leadership, or lack of it as was the current state of the opposition, had been to visit Peter. George looked at his papers on his desk, everywhere he looked he saw Mandelson. This whole business had brought up new questions about mental health and the government was being bombarded with it. George was sure Peter didn’t mean for the press back lash to be so big but that didn’t stop him hating the man whose life he had saved. There was a rap on the door and then Andy Burnham came in followed by Ed Miliband. The only two members of the shadow cabinet that George could stand.
“Hello George. How are you finding government?” Burnham asked sincerely as he took a seat.
“It would be a lot better if Peter hadn’t decided to try and top himself.” George grumbled. “Mind you he was always awkward.”
“Ha yes quite, it’s actually Peter that gave us the reason to visit.” Andy said quickly diverting the subject because Ed was now clenching his fist, obviously he wasn’t seeing the funny side of the quip. “Have you heard? He’s came round.”
“Yes we heard. It would be hard not to as every atom of the media is obsessed with it.” George thought back to Nick’s rant about it. He had burst into Spanish then Dutch then German then back into English, which George and David found highly amusing.
“Yes well he’s been asking who saved him and no one wishes to tell him. So we were hoping you could pop along.” Andy said truthfully. He knew no one wanted to tell Peter who had saved him for fear that he would either go ballistic or sink back into a coma.
“Your lot too afraid to do it?” George asked teasingly.
“Yup.” Andy replied, seeing no point in trying to dress it up.
“Fine. Just you owe me Burnham.” George said rising to his feet and putting on his jacket.
“Thanks and I do have a first name.” Andy said laughing as he left, closely followed by Ed who hadn’t said a word. George shook his head, what was labour coming to? He picked up his car keys and headed for the car park.
George turned on the radio. Stupid traffic, he thought, I must have word with Boris about it. The news came on and much to George’s despair, Peter Mandelson was the headline yet again. Finally after half an hour of traffic jams George finally reached the hospital where Peter was being treated. George got through the security cordon and headed up to Peter’s room, not knowing what to expect. He entered into the private room and found the Lord, much to the chancellor’s surprise, sitting reading over papers and documents. “Hello George. Why are you here?” Peter said coolly still reading over some notes.
“To see you why else?” George said patronisingly. Peter finally tossed his notes to one side and removed his glasses.
“Yes but why are you here to see me? Did Cameron send you as some little media token?” Peter said icily. He had been in a foul mood ever since he woke up. No one knew why, he just wouldn’t be warm to anyone.
“No I came here to check on you. It may seem weird to you Mandelson but I do have a heart you know and I genuinely have been worried, especially... well ... since...” George couldn’t finish, he looked down at his hands. He found the images of a dying Peter very hard to face.
“Go on.” Peter said raising an eye brow.
“I was the one who found you Peter. I saw you there. Do you realise how much that scared me? You could have died.” George said almost silently.
“That was rather the point and if you’re here to ask me why I did it then you can piss off now.” Peter said, tring to come to grips that he had been saved by a Tory twat, no not just a Tory twat but George Osborne. They had once been friends. In fact after the infamous Corfu holiday they were almost best of pals, but then Peter had returned to Brown’s government and the friendship had turned sour. George was taken aback. What did he say next now that the obvious choice had been ruled out? Peter was obviously not in the best of moods making George think very carefully about each syllable of each sentence.
“I believe you do owe me some explanation.” He said finally. For the first time the two men’s eyes met and for a moment Peter’s features softened at the helpless look of George, but quickly became harsh again.
“It’s none of your concern.” Peter snapped quickly.
“Yes it is I don’t want to one day walk into your office and fin you dead do I?” George replied with anger in his voice.
“To be honest I don’t think you’ll have much of a say in it.” Peter said through gritted teeth, his arm stinging like mad.
“Peter why? I mean c’mon you have a good career and you never ever seem phase by anything. Why on earth would you of all people want to top yourself?” George asked, flailing his arms around like Nick when he’s making an impassioned speech.
“Oh yes! To everyone else I must seem perfectly fine and because everyone thinks that then it must be true.” Peter remarked with vicious sarcasm. “Has it ever crossed your posh, useless, Tory mind that there might be more to my life than fucking politics?” George was speechless. He couldn’t believe it. Mandelson had a temper! “No because everyone always sees me as the bloody dark lord or some bullshit like that. No one ever seems to care that there might actually be a person hiding behind all that.”
“Peter I..I never knew.” George immediately regretted saying it as soon as it passed his lips.
“Well no one does.” Mandelson replied. “I think you should go to be honest.” Peter said after a minute’s awkward silence. George nodded, acknowledging that he had been defeated he left but this was not over not by a long shot.
August 13th, 2010
I just had the first part of my braces put in and the hurt like Billy-o. Doesn't help that on the two hour car journey home (yup thats right it take two hours just to see the orthodontist!!) Mum and Dad were constantly taking the piss out of me. God growing up as a Lib Dem in A labour household is really really hard. Going back to school in two weeks... still haven't even touched my homework..... writing fics for the lolitics fandom takes up too much time. Oh well no point in grumbling.
In the middle of developing an Idea for my maiden fic on this journal..still bouncing ideas around... I will update soon.
July 29th, 2010
I just watched that documentary :D. I saw so many prompts I thought my head would explode! I mean knowing that Nick Clegg and DCam had a secret privated meetings, pure gold. I think Those two know about lolitics and are torturing us with all these prompts.
July 28th, 2010
It's my first post and I am just saying hi lol. I don't really know what to do on live journal so any help is useful. Quite new to the whole lolitics thing but I have got to say I love it especialy Clameron. So that's it for now.