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Behind Wayne Swan, Kevin Rudd/Wayne Swan

A day before the Budget I got an email from the Prime Ministerial mailing list informing me:

"Behind the Budget with [treasurer] Wayne Swan"

Which I, of course, managed to read as:

"Behind Wayne Swan"

And so a plot bunny was born.

Title: Behind Wayne Swan
Author: ruthyuki999 
Fandom: Politislash
Pairing: Kevin Rudd/Wayne Swan
Rating: R
Warnings: uh... this kinda came out more implied!non-con that I was expecting. So, implied!rape
Summary: Kevin Rudd is not pleased with the budget Swan has prepared.
Notes: The original title was going to be "Getting His Way(ne)" *is shot* XD
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Rudd's hands clenched at the paper on the desk before him in fury, nearly tearing the document apart.

"Uh, Mr Rudd?" Swan called out politely, stepping up to his desk beside his superior, not daring to look over his shoulder. He had hardly expected this meeting to go well, but neither had expected Rudd to be so bloody pissed off.

"Swan." Rudd spoke the word with all the venom he could manage, "30 billion? 30 billion?!"

He turned around suddenly, taking Swan by surprise. Looking livid, Rudd began to pace the room, muttering angrily in a language Swan couldn't understand.

Reaching his crescendo, Swan was finally able to understand Rudd as he all but shrieked, "There is a 30 billion dollar hole in my budget?!"

Swan gulped as Rudd stalked over to where he was still standing at his desk. Proverbial alarm bells began ringing in his head as Rudd disappear from sight behind him.

"I'm sorry sir, but there's nothing I can--" Wayne tried to explain, not daring to turn around to see the look on Rudd's face. Feeling cornered, he made an attempt to step back, and move to the other side of room, far far away from Rudd.

His heart sunk when he stepped back into a firm body.

He felt Rudd step forward into him, pressing him painfully into the desk edge. Counting the seconds of silence, he dare not even breath.

"Oh, really?" Rudd voice had turned completely calm, devoid of all detectable emotion; Swan knew well enough this could mean nothing good.

He allowed himself a fraction of hope as suddenly the pressure lessened, Rudd must have stepped back. His fraction was crushed as a hand on his shoulder forced him down, sprawling over his desk. It wasn't necessarily a strong force, but Swan knew better than to disobey.

"I want this fixed." He felt Rudd's hot breath on his ear, "I'm sure you can and will find something to do. Now wont you?"

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ETA: And I forgot to say... I wrote this last night, before the Budget. It turns out the deficit it much larger. Much larger. Guess Swan is going to need some more punishment, amirite?
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Yes, Swan will need moar punishment. XD Maybe he can cane him like he caned Hockey? :P
let me show you it?

***

Swan approached Rudd's office door with caution. His secretary was mysteriously absent from his desk - so with no one to give him warning, he knocked hesitantly.

All things considered, he thought his budget speech had gone quite well, as well as it could go $57 billion deficit and all.

Rudd, however, obviously did not think the same way. The standing ovation he gave had only been to lead the party; he might as well have been standing to leave the Chamber. And there had been no handshake from him.*

Minutes that felt like hours passed before Swan's knock was answered. The door suddenly flew open and he found himself face to face with a very not-happy looking Rudd. He resisted the yrge to step back.

"Swan." The greeting was only slightly less venomous than the one before, "Do come in." Rudd turned and walked back to his desk, expecting Swan to follow.

Swan quietly closed the door behind him, trying not to break the silence that had befallen the room. He stood in front of the desk, hands to his sides, examining his shoes, looking every bit the naughty schoolboy.

"So it would appear yesterday's lesson didn't work," Rudd said in a tone that could be taken for conversation if one didn't know otherwise, "I guess we will have to try again." Swan already knew nothing good was going to come out of this meeting.

"Swan. Do you know what this is?"

Swan flinched at the sound of his name, watching as Rudd stood up from his chair and picked up something off his desk. A short, thin piece of wood. It couldn't possibly be.... He nodded slowly, keeping his eyes lowered.

"It's a cane, Swan. And do you know what it is for?"

Swan tensed as Rudd walked around the desk, disappearing from view behind him. Everything was falling in to place now.

"Speak up."

"Yes, sir," He forced himself to say, keeping his body completely still.

"Good." Swan could almost here the smirk in his voice.

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*Unless I wasn't paying attention, only Gillard gave him one ;P
Bwahaha. XD ORSUM. Swan been a naughty boy. :P