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turps33 posted her Club Heaven MX fic "Casting of the Cloak" at her LJ tonight, and I thought I was going to do my lemming persona and do the same thing, ie posting my own Club Heaven story, ie the X-Files version.
This has been written quite some time ago. The whole thing started with Katikat initiating a little challenge of her own --the girl is a genius at challenges *g*-- and as a result, we created the Club Heaven stories. These stories deal with bdsm, and are set in a fictional exclusive club where *everything* goes. Yeah, talk about fantasy *g*
Kat and I wrote two original fics, then I thought I would turn mine into an XF one since it just screamed Skinner/Mulder to me, andturps33 decided to join the Club and wrote a MX story as well.
So here my XF version
Title: Club Heaven - Mise au Point
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing; Sk/M
Rating: NC17
Warning: kink, bdsm, spanking
Category: ER, shameless PWP, I'm not kidding.
Summary: After a stressful case, Skinner and Fox go and relax at the Club, but Skinner soon realizes it's time for one antsy sub to know who's in charge of things.
Mise au Point,
After one hell of a busy week, Skinner and Fox finally were able to come and relax at the Club. The older Dom thought it was really overdue, as his sub had been antsy all week. Even now, in the intimacy of one of the most private Clubs in the country, he could feel his lover discreetly sulking, showing his Dom he hadn’t been happy about the way the older man had been working day and night, not even taking care of his own health at the time. If you asked Fox, the past two weeks had been awful because a) he hadn’t been allowed to take care of his workholic Dom, and b) his Dom hadn’t been up to handling him as he needed.
The AD just hadn’t had the time to do anything else but work like mad on a problematic investigation that almost cost three agents their lives. The only positive point at the time was that, for once, Fox hadn’t been a part of the case. Skinner had still felt really concerned about the turn the seemingly safe case had taken, and had done everything in his power to find answers. He’d finally been able to close the file –with his lover’s help- once and for all, but in the meantime, he’d been way too strung out to care about that part of their relationship.
Fox hadn’t forgotten though, and he hadn’t been pleased at all.
Skinner looked at his lover and smiled ferally. It was time to show his lovely sub who was in charge. Fox, for all his intelligence and maturity, could act like a real brat sometimes and his younger lover had been asking for it all afternoon. Skinner knew his sub’s game and he didn’t intend to disappoint him. His Fox wanted to be put through his paces tonight, and he wanted it badly.
Skinner knew he could be playful and use his lover thoroughly in front of the other two men who shared their private room at the Club without Fox feeling hurt or confused. His sub never felt at ease playing in front of any other strangers but these two. And after all, Samuel and Dimitri weren’t really strangers, were they? Granted, the relationship the four shared was not conventional, but then, neither were their lives. The important thing was that they all trusted each other. Samuel was the kind of man he liked: the other Dom was powerful, sure of himself, he was a real shark in his business and was dangerous like Skinner. He knew what he wanted and always got it, and he didn’t take it very well when you attacked what was his. What Skinner appreciated the most, though, was the fact that Samuel was a good lover and a perfect Dom to his young companion, Dimi. And that was definitely an important factor in Skinner’s appreciation of the other man.
They didn’t see each other often apart from the Club, but they all enjoyed the times they spent together there. The men and women who were members of the private Club understood each other and their needs. There, they were finally free to be themselves, without restraint in front of others, knowing they were safe doing so.
Skinner sipped at his drink and he smiled knowingly at the other Dom sitting in front of him in a similarly comfortable armchair. He put his glass down without a word. Then, he turned his attention to his sub.
The younger man was kneeling at his feet on the heavy cushion that was there solely for that purpose, giving the image of perfect submission and obedience. Skinner knew better though. There was no mistaking the petulant pout on the lovely lips and the sulky look on the pretty face. Skinner smiled softly. No wonder no one ever believed his lover could be in his late thirties. He looked way younger than his age…and sure acted even younger sometimes. Skinner never took offense, he knew the stress his lover lived with at work, knew the stress the younger man had brought with him from his childhood. If acting like a brat could help him sometimes, Skinner was more than ready to accept it. Accept it and handle it.
The older man stared at the defiant act and shook his head slowly. Yes, Fox was doing the most subtle version of his bratty face. The subtle version was used when the sub thought it was best to keep a low profile, but still considered he had to ‘Make A Point’. He knew perfectly well that he didn’t fool his Dom for a second, and that the older man saw through it, saw through *him*, but he counted on it. He wanted to play.
Skinner stroked his lover’s dark hair, loving the silky feeling on his skin and firmly put his hand on the nape of his sub’s neck, squeezing. Then he gave a little push so that Fox could do nothing but lower his head. "I think someone needs to be reminded of some important concepts of obedience tonight." He chose to ignore the little snort he heard coming from his brat of a lover. He sent a completely fake apologetic glance towards his other two companions, the smiling Samuel and the silent Dimi. "I think my boy needs to show us he hasn’t suddenly forgotten all his lessons." He stroked the bent head again, knowing how much his lover craved those soothing motions.
Even when they were playing rough, Skinner always allowed himself a little tender gesture here and there towards his lover. Fox loved being roughed up, loved being manhandled by his Dom and put in his place, but at the same time, he needed to have a safety net. Too many times he had lacked that sense of safety and freedom in the past. More than safe-words, what always reassured the younger man during their playtimes were the sweet gestures his Dom offered him. Tonight was no exception.
"Stand up, boy and strip. Show us that sexy body of yours." Skinner’s tone was stern now, the voice low as usual, the same voice that could turn his sub into jelly or send disobedient agents into hiding, their tails between their legs, depending on how he chose to use it. Just now, Skinner added the sulky tone he knew Fox craved so much and he had his sub right where he wanted him to be.
The younger man gasped at his lover’s tone, his eyes dilating with need already. He stood up gracefully, and after a quick glance towards the other two men, he stood in front of his Dom and focused totally on him. He smiled seductively at his lover and began to strip. He knew how to seduce, how to entice. He knew the moves and how to use them to make himself even more desirable. He knew how to be both shy and slutty- for he *could* be a slut, but only for this man who brought so much into his life.
He discarded his black silk shirt and let it fall. His head slightly lowered, he was looking at his Dom through his eyelashes, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Skinner always called it his ‘Wicked Angel’ face, which most of the time was just a prelude before the ‘Wanton Angel’ face, which in turn inevitably turned into the ‘Debauched Angel’ one. Fox knew how he looked, knew the effect he could have on other men. That was something he had learned at an early age, and he was playing with that knowledge. He trailed a finger over his chest, tugged at a nipple ring, caressed his navel stud…his hand went down, still. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch his cock yet, so he didn’t let his hands linger too long, but he did play with the buttons of his leather pants. He unbuttoned them one by one, never leaving his lover’s face- his heart beat faster at the aroused look he could see there…he wiggled a little, knowing he had an audience at his back as well, and not wanting them to feel excluded. He turned slightly towards them and smiled at the couple, then he winked at his younger fellow sub. He turned his attention back to his lover and slowly, oh so slowly, lowered his pants…making them slide down seductively. Fox loved going commando and tried to indulge himself –and his lover- as often as he could, and if there was a place he *always* did, it was at the Club-- so the three men could admire his naked body as soon as the pants were completely off, which took quite a long time. The playful sub wanted to make things last and not rush the pleasure of getting naked in front of his –he knew- captivated audience.
Skinner looked at his lover’s body with hungry eyes. He would never tire of watching those sensual moves of his, never could get enough of that beautiful body. He reached his hand out and caressed the small tattoo that adorned his sub’s skin. That one was the smallest of the two, and it had been tattooed at the juncture of hip and leg. The other one was bigger and was situated at the small of the young man’s back. Skinner loved nothing more than lapping at those two symbols of his ownership…two among many others. He’d chosen each and every one of them with care and love, and Fox wore them all with pride.
The AD had such a thrill knowing that even though Fox had to take the jewels and the collar off at work, he still had those two tattoos on his body to mark him as his. Plus, he didn’t like the thought of his sub’s beautiful body with nothing to adorne him. He’d offered those two tattoos for Fox’s birthday, three years ago, and he still remembered the joy and delight the younger man had felt when they’d entered the shop.
Now, both men had matching rings on their left hands, but the tattoos still had a special meaning for them.
Naked, standing in front of his lover, Fox was waiting for his Dom to talk, to do something, but Skinner stayed silent. Fox swallowed then and knelt gracefully again at his lover’s feet, in front of him this time, bending his head low and crossing his hands behind his back.
"I almost waited, boy. I don’t like that. You started so well though." The Dom looked up at Samuel and sighed dramatically "I think he’s been waiting for a good fucking for a little too long. I’m afraid I was quite busy, as you know, and I guess I didn’t take care of my boy’s needs. And when he feels abandoned, my baby tends to act up, so I can catch him even better afterwards. Isn’t that right, boy?"
Fox wasn’t ready to play the meek and repentant sub yet, though. "You’re just waiting for me to say something that I’ll be punished for, Sir. I think I’m going to take the fifth on that one." Then, as if remembering he’d forgotten something, he added a late "Sir".
His lover repressed a laugh. Apparently someone wanted to have their little backside heated tonight. He thought the younger man had it coming anyway. He’d been asking for that spanking for days, and Skinner was ready to give his sub what he wanted. As always.
He sighed dramatically for his audience’s sake "See? Do you really think he would dare speak in such a rude way to his Dom if he wasn’t waiting for something?" His voice turned stern, "Think again about your attitude, boy. I would say a change is in order. I’ve been tolerant of your behavior for the last few days, but I think being too lenient with you isn’t a good thing at all." He made a show of waiting for a reply, then when none came, he snapped his fingers. Fox sprang to his feet and lowered himself at once over his lover’s lap, with an ease that spoke of long time practice. "Well, Samuel, my friend. I thought I was going to have a nice evening with you, enjoying our sweet boys, but my brat decided otherwise. I’m afraid I have something to take care of first." He smacked the up-turned cheeks once, for show, but also to warn his lover about the beginning of the session. He softly traced the big tattoo on his sub’s lower back with his fingers, as a reassurance for his love, and when he felt Fox relax, he started the spanking with harsh precision. The smacks were loud in the silence of the secluded private room, and it was pure music to his ears. His cock was hard and he felt Fox harden as well under his ministrations, and he knew they wouldn’t last long. Skinner hadn’t lied earlier, he had been too busy with his last case to take care of things like he should have, and even though Fox was always there with him, they hadn’t played in what felt like a long time. The adrenaline induced by the play was rushing through their bodies and Skinner smiled. He loved the sensation of the firm ass cheeks under his hand, loved the small gasps and moans Fox let escape at each smack, he craved the shaking of the aroused body he knew better than his own. He couldn’t wait to be inside his lover’s tight heat.
After a dozen hard smacks, Skinner stopped suddenly and decided to use a paddle as well. He wanted that sweet ass to really feel it. He reached his hand to the little drawer that was on his left, and blindly searched for the little but still efficient paddle he knew was there and smiled when he found it. Again, he gave a smack in warning, but his sub’s ass had been warmed up really good so he didn’t wait to resume the spanking. He gave ten smacks with it and stopped. Then he snapped his fingers again. Fox’s breathing was harsh, his cock hard, but he didn’t hesitate. He went back to his knees in a swift motion, legs spread this time and his hands resting on the open thighs. His eyes were dilated and his face was flushed. He couldn’t help squirming as his abused and deliciously red ass cheeks came into contact with his tucked in legs. He swallowed, and his voice almost purring, he addressed his Dom, "Thank you, Sir. I’m sorry if my behavior displeased you."
His lover smiled and took his drink again, delaying the moment when he would fuck his enticing sub. He waved the glass at Samuel. "I guess my boy just needed a tiny reminder of his status. I trained him well, after all, and I would hate to think he could really get out of control. Right, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
The older man finished his drink. Fox stood up immediately and filled the empty glass again, then without a word, he went back into position.
Skinner nodded with satisfaction "Thank you, boy. I see you’re always attentive to my care. That pleases me." He smiled at his companions "I think the boy needs his reward after all, don’t you?" He almost laughed at the wink he got in return from his fellow Dom. He reached his hand to the little drawer again and took the lube this time. He gave it to Fox and smiled in a predatory way. He leaned toward his sub and whispered in his ears, "Get yourself ready for me, baby. Let me watch as you open yourself for me. You want to please your Master, don’t you?"
Fox could only nod, he was way too excited for any other answer. He loved to show off for his lover. He loved to know Skinner was watching him doing such an intimate thing. He slicked his fingers and raised his hips slightly so that he could access his target easily. He trailed a teasing finger over the cleft and slipped a finger inside. He never lubed his hole before going to the Club, because sometimes he liked it really rough and Skinner would only use the minimum amount of preparation. Since he didn’t need that tonight, he didn’t hesitate in lubing his ass, stretching it good for the coming fucking he craved. He loved ass play, and the feeling of being on display was making him hotter than hot. He added another finger and a third, fucking himself slowly, and when he felt his fingers touch his nub, he gasped and bit his lower lip. He stopped rocking then, he didn’t want to come now, he refused to come on his fingers, and knew he would regret it if he did, anyway. That was his lover’s role, his privilege. He looked up from glassy eyes to his Dom and rushed to him when the older man pointed his now own spread legs. Fox moved between them and waited for the next instruction.
"You know what to do, boy." Came the soft chastisement.
Fox nodded absentmindedly and began working on the zipper of his lover’s pants. When he had the cock freed, he licked his lips before the feast in front of him. From under his eyelashes he observed his Dom and leaned toward his prize, purring when he wasn’t denied the pleasure of sucking him off. He began licking it teasingly, reveling in the gasp he heard above him. He played with the head, circling it with his talented tongue. A sudden hand in his hair, tightening almost painfully in warning, made him smile knowingly. His lover didn’t want games tonight, and what his Dom wanted, his Dom got, so he all but plunged down on the hard cock, deep throating Skinner with wicked practice.
The older man bucked once and soon chose a punishing rocking motion to show his appreciation of his lover’s technique. Fox always knew how to suck cock, and when he did it to his Dom, he used all his talent, wanting nothing more than giving the most pleasure to the man he loved. But Skinner didn’t want to come in his sub’s mouth tonight. He wanted to do it in the tight ass that was begging for it. He tightened his hold on Fox’s hair and pulled the busy head away, almost laughing out loud at the indignant look he could see on the younger man’s face.
"That’s not where I want to come, tonight, baby. You know that." Tapping his thighs, "Come on Daddy’s lap" he said, teasing. Then, in a growl, "*Now*, boy, don’t make me wait."
Fox didn’t wait for a second invitation and straddled his lover’s thighs, putting an arm on the broad shoulder. He loved this position, loved how he was surrounded by his Dom, how he felt so secure in the tight hold the bigger man had on him. He looked in his lover’s eyes and began sitting on the cock, guiding it with one hand into his lubed and stretched ass. He moaned with pleasure at the sensation of being spread even wider by his lover, and soon he was sitting on his Dom’s lap, deeply impaled on the hard cock. He put both his arms around Skinner’s neck, then and waited for permission to move, or for the older man to begin the fucking, his heart beating faster and faster, still. He felt a warm feeling just about everywhere in his body and thought he was going to explode, but he knew the first move wasn’t his to make. He tried to keep silent, but couldn’t help letting a needy whimper escape.
Skinner grinned and kissed him on the lips, teasing the soft mouth with his tongue, then demanding entry. Fox opened his mouth immediately and let his Dom kiss him almost to the point of lacking oxygen. Skinner smiled and whispered to his ear "That’s my good boy. You’re waiting for me to move, aren’t you, baby? You want it hard, but you won’t move." He bucked once, muffling his lover’s gasp with another deep kiss. "Oh yeah, you’re a good boy." Then, he began to move, rocking slowly at first, reveling in the hot, velvety sensation of the tight heat in which he was sheathed. He didn’t allow Fox the slightest control over the fucking, his sub was his to use, his to fuck, his to love,. and he was proving it to him once again. He pushed deep in his lover, alternating hard and slow thrusts.
Both men were breathing hard, their skin flushed, their bodies covered in sweat and the image they made was so purely erotic and beautiful.
Then, Skinner felt his lover breathe even faster and he knew the younger man was on the edge. He licked above the collar, tasting his sub in his mouth, and when he felt Fox about to come, he bit him hard on the collarbone, sending the young man into a powerful orgasm. His sub arched his body and stretched his head back violently, crying his lover’s name in a passion filled voice. Then, totally spent, he lowered his head on the still clothed shoulder, letting his Dom keep up the fucking, reveling in the feeling of being filled so deep and possessed so well.
Skinner wasn’t far from the edge either, the sensation of the hot channel, the knowledge that Fox had come on his cock, was proving to be too much, as usual. He slowed his pace, wanting to last a little longer, but knew he couldn’t wait too long, either. He wanted to come and fill his lover’s body with his seed, wanted to mark him in the most primitive way he could think of. When the excitement became to much to deny, he thrust faster, harder, deeper, and finally came with a roar.
He didn’t pulled out of Fox immediately. He wanted to stay inside his lover’s body a little longer. He trailed kisses all over the adorably flushed face, smiling at the glassy look in the younger man’s eyes. Fox was an even more sensual being than Skinner, and he seemed to feel things at a higher level. He would need a little time before winding down, which always made Skinner’s heart get warmer. He stroked the soft hair, brushing the sweat soaked bangs away from his lover’s forehead, kissing it afterwards. Skinner loved touching and stroking the sweet body of his mate after a hard fucking, it was all warm and it felt good to his sensitive skin. He moved his hands up and down the back, tracing the tattoo with his fingers once more. He kissed the neck, smelled the mix of sweat and leather at the base of the collar, and inhaled in a deep breath. He loved the scent of his lover after they made love. He knew Fox loved it as well, that was a subtle and volatile proof of the passion they shared.
Then, with a sigh, he raised Fox a little so that he could pull out of his lover’s tight heat, but he didn’t make his lover move. He wanted to keep him in his arms, on his lap and never let him go. He just allowed him to get more comfortable for some cuddling, smiling at the image they must present, and not giving a damn. He had the love of his life in his arms, smelling of them, drowsy, sated and happy, and nothing was more important.
He heard Samuel stand up and grinned at him, knowing the other man had his own love to take care of. He bid him goodbye with a movement of the head and focused back on Fox. They still had time, they could stay there as long as they wanted.
He bent his head to the sleepy face and kissed a small ear. "I love you, Fox."
He smiled at the sleepy but immediate reply, "And I love you, Walter."
Nothing in the world could ever give him such a thrill as when he heard those three magic words coming from his lover. Nothing ever would…and that was fine with him.
Fin
Hmm... well, Babycakes, I'm correcting something I told you on the phone this afternoon, a) I did write a tiny strip tease scene once and b) I did write a bdsm story after all, even if it's a mild one *g*
turps33 posted her Club Heaven MX fic "Casting of the Cloak" at her LJ tonight, and I thought I was going to do my lemming persona and do the same thing, ie posting my own Club Heaven story, ie the X-Files version.This has been written quite some time ago. The whole thing started with Katikat initiating a little challenge of her own --the girl is a genius at challenges *g*-- and as a result, we created the Club Heaven stories. These stories deal with bdsm, and are set in a fictional exclusive club where *everything* goes. Yeah, talk about fantasy *g*
Kat and I wrote two original fics, then I thought I would turn mine into an XF one since it just screamed Skinner/Mulder to me, and
turps33 decided to join the Club and wrote a MX story as well.So here my XF version
Title: Club Heaven - Mise au Point
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing; Sk/M
Rating: NC17
Warning: kink, bdsm, spanking
Category: ER, shameless PWP, I'm not kidding.
Summary: After a stressful case, Skinner and Fox go and relax at the Club, but Skinner soon realizes it's time for one antsy sub to know who's in charge of things.
Mise au Point,
After one hell of a busy week, Skinner and Fox finally were able to come and relax at the Club. The older Dom thought it was really overdue, as his sub had been antsy all week. Even now, in the intimacy of one of the most private Clubs in the country, he could feel his lover discreetly sulking, showing his Dom he hadn’t been happy about the way the older man had been working day and night, not even taking care of his own health at the time. If you asked Fox, the past two weeks had been awful because a) he hadn’t been allowed to take care of his workholic Dom, and b) his Dom hadn’t been up to handling him as he needed.
The AD just hadn’t had the time to do anything else but work like mad on a problematic investigation that almost cost three agents their lives. The only positive point at the time was that, for once, Fox hadn’t been a part of the case. Skinner had still felt really concerned about the turn the seemingly safe case had taken, and had done everything in his power to find answers. He’d finally been able to close the file –with his lover’s help- once and for all, but in the meantime, he’d been way too strung out to care about that part of their relationship.
Fox hadn’t forgotten though, and he hadn’t been pleased at all.
Skinner looked at his lover and smiled ferally. It was time to show his lovely sub who was in charge. Fox, for all his intelligence and maturity, could act like a real brat sometimes and his younger lover had been asking for it all afternoon. Skinner knew his sub’s game and he didn’t intend to disappoint him. His Fox wanted to be put through his paces tonight, and he wanted it badly.
Skinner knew he could be playful and use his lover thoroughly in front of the other two men who shared their private room at the Club without Fox feeling hurt or confused. His sub never felt at ease playing in front of any other strangers but these two. And after all, Samuel and Dimitri weren’t really strangers, were they? Granted, the relationship the four shared was not conventional, but then, neither were their lives. The important thing was that they all trusted each other. Samuel was the kind of man he liked: the other Dom was powerful, sure of himself, he was a real shark in his business and was dangerous like Skinner. He knew what he wanted and always got it, and he didn’t take it very well when you attacked what was his. What Skinner appreciated the most, though, was the fact that Samuel was a good lover and a perfect Dom to his young companion, Dimi. And that was definitely an important factor in Skinner’s appreciation of the other man.
They didn’t see each other often apart from the Club, but they all enjoyed the times they spent together there. The men and women who were members of the private Club understood each other and their needs. There, they were finally free to be themselves, without restraint in front of others, knowing they were safe doing so.
Skinner sipped at his drink and he smiled knowingly at the other Dom sitting in front of him in a similarly comfortable armchair. He put his glass down without a word. Then, he turned his attention to his sub.
The younger man was kneeling at his feet on the heavy cushion that was there solely for that purpose, giving the image of perfect submission and obedience. Skinner knew better though. There was no mistaking the petulant pout on the lovely lips and the sulky look on the pretty face. Skinner smiled softly. No wonder no one ever believed his lover could be in his late thirties. He looked way younger than his age…and sure acted even younger sometimes. Skinner never took offense, he knew the stress his lover lived with at work, knew the stress the younger man had brought with him from his childhood. If acting like a brat could help him sometimes, Skinner was more than ready to accept it. Accept it and handle it.
The older man stared at the defiant act and shook his head slowly. Yes, Fox was doing the most subtle version of his bratty face. The subtle version was used when the sub thought it was best to keep a low profile, but still considered he had to ‘Make A Point’. He knew perfectly well that he didn’t fool his Dom for a second, and that the older man saw through it, saw through *him*, but he counted on it. He wanted to play.
Skinner stroked his lover’s dark hair, loving the silky feeling on his skin and firmly put his hand on the nape of his sub’s neck, squeezing. Then he gave a little push so that Fox could do nothing but lower his head. "I think someone needs to be reminded of some important concepts of obedience tonight." He chose to ignore the little snort he heard coming from his brat of a lover. He sent a completely fake apologetic glance towards his other two companions, the smiling Samuel and the silent Dimi. "I think my boy needs to show us he hasn’t suddenly forgotten all his lessons." He stroked the bent head again, knowing how much his lover craved those soothing motions.
Even when they were playing rough, Skinner always allowed himself a little tender gesture here and there towards his lover. Fox loved being roughed up, loved being manhandled by his Dom and put in his place, but at the same time, he needed to have a safety net. Too many times he had lacked that sense of safety and freedom in the past. More than safe-words, what always reassured the younger man during their playtimes were the sweet gestures his Dom offered him. Tonight was no exception.
"Stand up, boy and strip. Show us that sexy body of yours." Skinner’s tone was stern now, the voice low as usual, the same voice that could turn his sub into jelly or send disobedient agents into hiding, their tails between their legs, depending on how he chose to use it. Just now, Skinner added the sulky tone he knew Fox craved so much and he had his sub right where he wanted him to be.
The younger man gasped at his lover’s tone, his eyes dilating with need already. He stood up gracefully, and after a quick glance towards the other two men, he stood in front of his Dom and focused totally on him. He smiled seductively at his lover and began to strip. He knew how to seduce, how to entice. He knew the moves and how to use them to make himself even more desirable. He knew how to be both shy and slutty- for he *could* be a slut, but only for this man who brought so much into his life.
He discarded his black silk shirt and let it fall. His head slightly lowered, he was looking at his Dom through his eyelashes, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Skinner always called it his ‘Wicked Angel’ face, which most of the time was just a prelude before the ‘Wanton Angel’ face, which in turn inevitably turned into the ‘Debauched Angel’ one. Fox knew how he looked, knew the effect he could have on other men. That was something he had learned at an early age, and he was playing with that knowledge. He trailed a finger over his chest, tugged at a nipple ring, caressed his navel stud…his hand went down, still. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch his cock yet, so he didn’t let his hands linger too long, but he did play with the buttons of his leather pants. He unbuttoned them one by one, never leaving his lover’s face- his heart beat faster at the aroused look he could see there…he wiggled a little, knowing he had an audience at his back as well, and not wanting them to feel excluded. He turned slightly towards them and smiled at the couple, then he winked at his younger fellow sub. He turned his attention back to his lover and slowly, oh so slowly, lowered his pants…making them slide down seductively. Fox loved going commando and tried to indulge himself –and his lover- as often as he could, and if there was a place he *always* did, it was at the Club-- so the three men could admire his naked body as soon as the pants were completely off, which took quite a long time. The playful sub wanted to make things last and not rush the pleasure of getting naked in front of his –he knew- captivated audience.
Skinner looked at his lover’s body with hungry eyes. He would never tire of watching those sensual moves of his, never could get enough of that beautiful body. He reached his hand out and caressed the small tattoo that adorned his sub’s skin. That one was the smallest of the two, and it had been tattooed at the juncture of hip and leg. The other one was bigger and was situated at the small of the young man’s back. Skinner loved nothing more than lapping at those two symbols of his ownership…two among many others. He’d chosen each and every one of them with care and love, and Fox wore them all with pride.
The AD had such a thrill knowing that even though Fox had to take the jewels and the collar off at work, he still had those two tattoos on his body to mark him as his. Plus, he didn’t like the thought of his sub’s beautiful body with nothing to adorne him. He’d offered those two tattoos for Fox’s birthday, three years ago, and he still remembered the joy and delight the younger man had felt when they’d entered the shop.
Now, both men had matching rings on their left hands, but the tattoos still had a special meaning for them.
Naked, standing in front of his lover, Fox was waiting for his Dom to talk, to do something, but Skinner stayed silent. Fox swallowed then and knelt gracefully again at his lover’s feet, in front of him this time, bending his head low and crossing his hands behind his back.
"I almost waited, boy. I don’t like that. You started so well though." The Dom looked up at Samuel and sighed dramatically "I think he’s been waiting for a good fucking for a little too long. I’m afraid I was quite busy, as you know, and I guess I didn’t take care of my boy’s needs. And when he feels abandoned, my baby tends to act up, so I can catch him even better afterwards. Isn’t that right, boy?"
Fox wasn’t ready to play the meek and repentant sub yet, though. "You’re just waiting for me to say something that I’ll be punished for, Sir. I think I’m going to take the fifth on that one." Then, as if remembering he’d forgotten something, he added a late "Sir".
His lover repressed a laugh. Apparently someone wanted to have their little backside heated tonight. He thought the younger man had it coming anyway. He’d been asking for that spanking for days, and Skinner was ready to give his sub what he wanted. As always.
He sighed dramatically for his audience’s sake "See? Do you really think he would dare speak in such a rude way to his Dom if he wasn’t waiting for something?" His voice turned stern, "Think again about your attitude, boy. I would say a change is in order. I’ve been tolerant of your behavior for the last few days, but I think being too lenient with you isn’t a good thing at all." He made a show of waiting for a reply, then when none came, he snapped his fingers. Fox sprang to his feet and lowered himself at once over his lover’s lap, with an ease that spoke of long time practice. "Well, Samuel, my friend. I thought I was going to have a nice evening with you, enjoying our sweet boys, but my brat decided otherwise. I’m afraid I have something to take care of first." He smacked the up-turned cheeks once, for show, but also to warn his lover about the beginning of the session. He softly traced the big tattoo on his sub’s lower back with his fingers, as a reassurance for his love, and when he felt Fox relax, he started the spanking with harsh precision. The smacks were loud in the silence of the secluded private room, and it was pure music to his ears. His cock was hard and he felt Fox harden as well under his ministrations, and he knew they wouldn’t last long. Skinner hadn’t lied earlier, he had been too busy with his last case to take care of things like he should have, and even though Fox was always there with him, they hadn’t played in what felt like a long time. The adrenaline induced by the play was rushing through their bodies and Skinner smiled. He loved the sensation of the firm ass cheeks under his hand, loved the small gasps and moans Fox let escape at each smack, he craved the shaking of the aroused body he knew better than his own. He couldn’t wait to be inside his lover’s tight heat.
After a dozen hard smacks, Skinner stopped suddenly and decided to use a paddle as well. He wanted that sweet ass to really feel it. He reached his hand to the little drawer that was on his left, and blindly searched for the little but still efficient paddle he knew was there and smiled when he found it. Again, he gave a smack in warning, but his sub’s ass had been warmed up really good so he didn’t wait to resume the spanking. He gave ten smacks with it and stopped. Then he snapped his fingers again. Fox’s breathing was harsh, his cock hard, but he didn’t hesitate. He went back to his knees in a swift motion, legs spread this time and his hands resting on the open thighs. His eyes were dilated and his face was flushed. He couldn’t help squirming as his abused and deliciously red ass cheeks came into contact with his tucked in legs. He swallowed, and his voice almost purring, he addressed his Dom, "Thank you, Sir. I’m sorry if my behavior displeased you."
His lover smiled and took his drink again, delaying the moment when he would fuck his enticing sub. He waved the glass at Samuel. "I guess my boy just needed a tiny reminder of his status. I trained him well, after all, and I would hate to think he could really get out of control. Right, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
The older man finished his drink. Fox stood up immediately and filled the empty glass again, then without a word, he went back into position.
Skinner nodded with satisfaction "Thank you, boy. I see you’re always attentive to my care. That pleases me." He smiled at his companions "I think the boy needs his reward after all, don’t you?" He almost laughed at the wink he got in return from his fellow Dom. He reached his hand to the little drawer again and took the lube this time. He gave it to Fox and smiled in a predatory way. He leaned toward his sub and whispered in his ears, "Get yourself ready for me, baby. Let me watch as you open yourself for me. You want to please your Master, don’t you?"
Fox could only nod, he was way too excited for any other answer. He loved to show off for his lover. He loved to know Skinner was watching him doing such an intimate thing. He slicked his fingers and raised his hips slightly so that he could access his target easily. He trailed a teasing finger over the cleft and slipped a finger inside. He never lubed his hole before going to the Club, because sometimes he liked it really rough and Skinner would only use the minimum amount of preparation. Since he didn’t need that tonight, he didn’t hesitate in lubing his ass, stretching it good for the coming fucking he craved. He loved ass play, and the feeling of being on display was making him hotter than hot. He added another finger and a third, fucking himself slowly, and when he felt his fingers touch his nub, he gasped and bit his lower lip. He stopped rocking then, he didn’t want to come now, he refused to come on his fingers, and knew he would regret it if he did, anyway. That was his lover’s role, his privilege. He looked up from glassy eyes to his Dom and rushed to him when the older man pointed his now own spread legs. Fox moved between them and waited for the next instruction.
"You know what to do, boy." Came the soft chastisement.
Fox nodded absentmindedly and began working on the zipper of his lover’s pants. When he had the cock freed, he licked his lips before the feast in front of him. From under his eyelashes he observed his Dom and leaned toward his prize, purring when he wasn’t denied the pleasure of sucking him off. He began licking it teasingly, reveling in the gasp he heard above him. He played with the head, circling it with his talented tongue. A sudden hand in his hair, tightening almost painfully in warning, made him smile knowingly. His lover didn’t want games tonight, and what his Dom wanted, his Dom got, so he all but plunged down on the hard cock, deep throating Skinner with wicked practice.
The older man bucked once and soon chose a punishing rocking motion to show his appreciation of his lover’s technique. Fox always knew how to suck cock, and when he did it to his Dom, he used all his talent, wanting nothing more than giving the most pleasure to the man he loved. But Skinner didn’t want to come in his sub’s mouth tonight. He wanted to do it in the tight ass that was begging for it. He tightened his hold on Fox’s hair and pulled the busy head away, almost laughing out loud at the indignant look he could see on the younger man’s face.
"That’s not where I want to come, tonight, baby. You know that." Tapping his thighs, "Come on Daddy’s lap" he said, teasing. Then, in a growl, "*Now*, boy, don’t make me wait."
Fox didn’t wait for a second invitation and straddled his lover’s thighs, putting an arm on the broad shoulder. He loved this position, loved how he was surrounded by his Dom, how he felt so secure in the tight hold the bigger man had on him. He looked in his lover’s eyes and began sitting on the cock, guiding it with one hand into his lubed and stretched ass. He moaned with pleasure at the sensation of being spread even wider by his lover, and soon he was sitting on his Dom’s lap, deeply impaled on the hard cock. He put both his arms around Skinner’s neck, then and waited for permission to move, or for the older man to begin the fucking, his heart beating faster and faster, still. He felt a warm feeling just about everywhere in his body and thought he was going to explode, but he knew the first move wasn’t his to make. He tried to keep silent, but couldn’t help letting a needy whimper escape.
Skinner grinned and kissed him on the lips, teasing the soft mouth with his tongue, then demanding entry. Fox opened his mouth immediately and let his Dom kiss him almost to the point of lacking oxygen. Skinner smiled and whispered to his ear "That’s my good boy. You’re waiting for me to move, aren’t you, baby? You want it hard, but you won’t move." He bucked once, muffling his lover’s gasp with another deep kiss. "Oh yeah, you’re a good boy." Then, he began to move, rocking slowly at first, reveling in the hot, velvety sensation of the tight heat in which he was sheathed. He didn’t allow Fox the slightest control over the fucking, his sub was his to use, his to fuck, his to love,. and he was proving it to him once again. He pushed deep in his lover, alternating hard and slow thrusts.
Both men were breathing hard, their skin flushed, their bodies covered in sweat and the image they made was so purely erotic and beautiful.
Then, Skinner felt his lover breathe even faster and he knew the younger man was on the edge. He licked above the collar, tasting his sub in his mouth, and when he felt Fox about to come, he bit him hard on the collarbone, sending the young man into a powerful orgasm. His sub arched his body and stretched his head back violently, crying his lover’s name in a passion filled voice. Then, totally spent, he lowered his head on the still clothed shoulder, letting his Dom keep up the fucking, reveling in the feeling of being filled so deep and possessed so well.
Skinner wasn’t far from the edge either, the sensation of the hot channel, the knowledge that Fox had come on his cock, was proving to be too much, as usual. He slowed his pace, wanting to last a little longer, but knew he couldn’t wait too long, either. He wanted to come and fill his lover’s body with his seed, wanted to mark him in the most primitive way he could think of. When the excitement became to much to deny, he thrust faster, harder, deeper, and finally came with a roar.
He didn’t pulled out of Fox immediately. He wanted to stay inside his lover’s body a little longer. He trailed kisses all over the adorably flushed face, smiling at the glassy look in the younger man’s eyes. Fox was an even more sensual being than Skinner, and he seemed to feel things at a higher level. He would need a little time before winding down, which always made Skinner’s heart get warmer. He stroked the soft hair, brushing the sweat soaked bangs away from his lover’s forehead, kissing it afterwards. Skinner loved touching and stroking the sweet body of his mate after a hard fucking, it was all warm and it felt good to his sensitive skin. He moved his hands up and down the back, tracing the tattoo with his fingers once more. He kissed the neck, smelled the mix of sweat and leather at the base of the collar, and inhaled in a deep breath. He loved the scent of his lover after they made love. He knew Fox loved it as well, that was a subtle and volatile proof of the passion they shared.
Then, with a sigh, he raised Fox a little so that he could pull out of his lover’s tight heat, but he didn’t make his lover move. He wanted to keep him in his arms, on his lap and never let him go. He just allowed him to get more comfortable for some cuddling, smiling at the image they must present, and not giving a damn. He had the love of his life in his arms, smelling of them, drowsy, sated and happy, and nothing was more important.
He heard Samuel stand up and grinned at him, knowing the other man had his own love to take care of. He bid him goodbye with a movement of the head and focused back on Fox. They still had time, they could stay there as long as they wanted.
He bent his head to the sleepy face and kissed a small ear. "I love you, Fox."
He smiled at the sleepy but immediate reply, "And I love you, Walter."
Nothing in the world could ever give him such a thrill as when he heard those three magic words coming from his lover. Nothing ever would…and that was fine with him.
Fin
Hmm... well, Babycakes, I'm correcting something I told you on the phone this afternoon, a) I did write a tiny strip tease scene once and b) I did write a bdsm story after all, even if it's a mild one *g*
Love the icon...
Date: 2003-07-08 07:09 pm (UTC)Re: Love the icon...
Date: 2003-07-08 09:56 pm (UTC)May I share/swipe?
Sure, go ahead. I'm practicing being un-selfish as far as Danny is concerned lol
Re: Love the icon...
Date: 2003-07-08 10:27 pm (UTC)Re: Love the icon...
Date: 2003-07-08 10:48 pm (UTC)*bangs head against keyboard* Oops, sorry *g* Well, like that I won't have to practic being un-selfish as far as Danny is concerned, it's still something, right? lol
The bondage one sure is classy too, isn't it? lol It's one of the three icons I picked and not created. So it'd be better if you asked the girl I picked it from. Hmm let me think, it was
Re: Love the icon...
Date: 2003-07-08 10:50 pm (UTC)