Liefde Towers / In the Quiet (Private) / Rowan Murphy 12 years ago

In the Quiet (Private)

Rowan lay awake, staring up at the ceiling, resting comfortably against Cris who slept beside him, curled around him protectively. It had been two nights since he'd foolishly run headlong into what had been a set-up and he was having trouble sleeping. That fact didn't trouble him terribly... he knew it would be a little while before he got the images out of his head. He had some time off and he was making good use of it, he hoped, getting himself back together so he could return to work.

His body was close to being healed. He still wore bandages around his hands but the wrappings only covered from his wrists to his palms, leaving his still slightly reddened fingers free. The burns were mostly healed. All that remained were the welts in his palms which had been far worse than he'd thought at the time and were still closing. They were well on the mend though; merely a little tender and sore. He couldn't really grip anything tightly yet but it wouldn't be long.

Once he'd come to his senses he'd been able to shed a little light on the situation, but not as much as he would have liked. He had informed Cris that the little girl's name was Jessie, that she'd been physically and sexually abused by her parents. Rowan had turned them in to the authorities. Jessie would be the proverbial damsel in distress, but he had no idea who would have written such a thing or killed a child. None of his co-workers fit the profile.

He sighed into the darkness of their bedroom and tried to gently extricate himself from Cris's arms without waking his lover. Poor Cris. He didn't deserve any of this. Rowan wished he could turn back the clock and erase what had happened. He was trying to remain in good spirits, for himself and for his partner. It wasn't tough; Rowan was a natural optimist. He had faith in their ability to sort this out, he just wanted it to happen before anyone else was hurt... or killed. That people were dying because of him - that bothered him a great deal. He was trying not to dwell on it or his confidence and positivity might fail him, and he needed them now.

Sitting up on the edge of the bed Rowan tenderly reached back and touched his sore fingertips to Cris's cheek. There was so much love there, he thought, a shadowed smile ghosting across his lips. He rose and made his quiet way down to the living room where he stood in front of the windows for a long moment, gazing out at the snowy alpine night. Outside it would be mid-day and the sun would be blazing but here, in their home, they were surrounded by starlit darkness. It was tempting to remain here and forget the outside world but Rowan had never done things the easy way.

He finally moved over to the sofa and sat. He didn't expect to be alone long; Christian was a remarkably light sleeper and Rowan knew his presence in bed would have been instantly missed. On the off chance that Cris could stay asleep though, Rowan reconsidered the idea of watching TV. Maybe he should read a book instead. He was certain to sleep more in a little bit, he just wasn't sleeping for long periods at a time before dreams woke him up. He felt badly about the fact that every time he awoke, Cris did too. Yet at the same time it was comforting. Cris had been ever-present since the fire, Rowan's supporter and caretaker, his sounding board, his shoulder to cry on. Rowan knew he was worried but he kept his legendary calm and made himself everything Rowan could possibly need.

A pirate and a mercenary... Rowan's lips quirked up a little. Surely, the two of them could make this work with the help of their friends. They were tough and resourceful and Rowan didn't think anyone could out-strategize Cris. They would get to the bottom of this. They had to. Failure was not an option.

Christian Bern 12 years ago
Cris raised his eyebrows and looked over at Rowan. His partner had told him early on in their relationship that he had thought it would be fun to see him in disguise and see if Cris could track him down and hunt him before he figured out who he was. Now though...He smiled as Rowan continued to elaborate. It would appear it was still something his partner thought about. It thrilled him that Rowan was not just okay with his hunting methods but found the idea of seeing him while he hunted, and being hunted by him, attractive. It meant so much to him.

It would be difficult to fool his lover. Neither of them now hunted in exactly the same manner as before. It might start the same but it no longer ended in a room somewhere. He could not count on Rowan to be mutually interested and even if he was that still would not get them to where they wanted the evening to go. If he had glamour... so much would be easier if he could manage that trick.

He gave it some more thought and decided that he could not sustain an alternate identity for very long with Rowan but maybe he could surprise him. Cris would have to come up with a plan to do that. Perhaps he could make this fantasy come true after all.

"I will have to see what I can do. Hunting you would be..." He moaned softly and glanced up at Rowan. "I can think of no one I would want to stalk more."

"You know, we have some walls right here...” He turned his attention to the blue back wall and the alpine scene down one side. Staring out at his homeland for a moment, Cris then turned back to Rowan. "If you look in the nightstand drawer you will find a remote.” When Rowan retrieved it and came back to him, he gently took it from his lover's grasp, brushing his fingers lightly over Rowan's as he did so.

Looking at the programmed settings and the buttons, he quickly found the one he wanted. Cris turned back to Rowan and smiled. "I want you to know ahead of time that it is okay. It is a real time camera feed.” He pushed the button and bright sunlight flooded the room. People and cars could be seen moving around just beneath them. This was what was currently transpiring just outside. His loft bedroom was barely above the ground level so they could easily see people walking and talking, eating their lunches, typing on laptops, or watching other people as they pass by.

Cris got up and went to one of the big plush chairs he had in the room. He turned it at an angle toward the floor to ceiling window. "Come here to me and let us make love while the world continues to go on outside.” There were no curtains, no screens, no frosted glass. The illusion of being exposed to the busy world at large was very real...except perhaps the lack of gasping, mesmerized faces that would have surely resulted for their coupling right out in the open. It was real enough to give him pause and he was quite certain that no one could see them.

"I wanted to have the option of seeing what was going on outside my windows if I needed to. You never know when some crazed army might come to storm the castle or something.”
Rowan Murphy 12 years ago
Between the sight of Cris's hand stroking himself and the sound of his wonderful tenor, uttering a gorgeous moan, Rowan was so aroused he was pretty sure he could lose control right there. He did not, though, for there was a strong urge to feel his lover within him. Rowan craved it. As much as they played around with different roles, Rowan wanted Cris tonight.

He raised his eyebrows back at Cris when his partner seemed to come up with an idea. Loathe as he was to leave the sight of Cris, Rowan fetched the remote. He smiled at Cris's soft touch and released the device into Cris's hands, tilting his head curiously at Cris's next words. The meaning behind them was made very clear as Cris pressed a button and revealed the world outside.

Rowan whistled, low and soft, at the view. He was undeterred by the sight; while he had thought previously about not being a huge voyeur he was definitely on the other side of the coin... he loved to be watched. He could put on a show. Even if it wasn't real.

"Oh, yes," he murmured as Cris moved over to the chair and settled himself into it, resting his arms on the sides and waiting.

Rowan wasted no time in hurrying over, around the ottomans, to the oversized chair. They had snuggled together in it on several occasions. It was a tight fit, but that was usually what they wanted. They could fit one on top of the other, or very close together on their sides.

And, with Cris sitting like that, Rowan added another position... on top, stuck together. He walked right in front of the windows, fearlessly, and likely would have even if Cris had told him they were completely see-through. In a smooth motion he slid onto the chair, his knees on either side of Cris, resting his arms over his lover's shoulders to steady himself.

"Fantastic idea," he murmured, bending close to Cris.

Shifting around he raised himself up over his partner, reaching back to slide his fingers over Cris's erection and hold him in place. Then, slowly, tipping his head back with a long sighing moan, he took Cris in in one quick motion.

"Damn love... you're perfect."

Rowan bit his lip softly, shifting his hips and groaning again. He looked down at Cris's face and smiled. Bending down again, he kissed his partner deeply. "You think they even suspect?"

He grinned and glanced to the side, in the direction of the windows. It turned him on, feeling the exposure, even if it wasn't real.
Christian Bern 12 years ago
He had been a bit worried that this suggestion would not be something that Rowan was interested in at the moment. That his lover might want something more private after several of recuperating and everything else that had gone on. However, Rowan was more resilient than that and, after thinking it over, Cris decided that this pretend public situation might be just the thing to bring them both out of their own worries for a bit.

Watching Rowan cross over to him, Cris admired the way his lover sauntered gracefully across the room, his gaze steady and his gait smooth. The view from the window obviously caused no trepidation at all in his companion, instead he sensed excitement.

Rowan settled into his lap and Cris continued to watch him. A part of him took notice of the people walking and talking in the background; he couldn't help but take such information in. However his focus was squarely on the man seated in his lap. The movement was there in the back of his mind reminding him that they were doing something so deeply intimate out in the open. He had to admit it was tantalizing

His lover took him in hand and his chest hitched as he inhaled a small gasping breath. It was immediately let out in a much longer moan as Rowan slid down onto him. Cris closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to regain some control over the raging lust he felt. He had wanted the experience to last but, with Rowan feeling so amazing and looking so damn sexy smiling down at him, Cris just was not sure that stamina was possible.

A sound that was part chuckle and part startled cough came out of him at Rowan's pronouncement that he was perfect. "I am sitting here. You are perfect.” He would have pulled his lover down for a kiss to quell any further disagreement but Rowan was already bending down to do exactly that. Cris decided that great minds obviously thought alike...and then they didn't think much at all. He moaned softly against his partner's lips and then brought his hands down to Rowan's waist, tilting his own hips forward ever so slightly, the urge to move nearly overwhelming.

"They don't suspect now.” Cris smiled. "I suggest we make a lot of noise and then put on a good show...just in case.”
Rowan Murphy 12 years ago
Rowan had suspected his proclamation of Cris's sex appeal would be met with a reaction something like that; Cris honestly seemed to have no idea just how perfectly he did fit Rowan. Rowan would just keep telling him.

For now he sank into that deep, delicious kiss, awash in lustful disbelief at the dual sensations of being kissed like so, while on Cris's lap. The pressure, the stretching sensation, and then the spike of desire as Cris moved ever so slightly had Rowan moaning again.

"Good," Rowan said somewhat breathlessly as Cris made his suggestion. "I'm all about the show."

He lifted himself up and then took Cris in again, knowing that there was no way to draw this out. He was shaking with desire already. It had been too long. He did need Cris, with a ferocity that astounded him. Rowan used his arms to pull his partner closer to him; in this position they could embrace each other and he wanted that so badly. He wrapped his legs around Cris's waist when he had to room to do so and used his hips to drive himself against his lover, wasting no time. Soft and sweet could wait... right now there was need, and need drove him to move harder and faster than he'd planned.

"Don't know about the noise, if I'm going to keep your mouth occupied," he said with a wicked little flash of a grin as he bent once more and captured Cris's lips.

Rowan did pull away though, kissing his way slowly down Cris's neck even as he set a fevered pace. He was reminded of the downstairs sofa as the armchair moved slightly with their motions. Shit, at some point they were going to break Cris's furniture. Well... be that as it may, they would simply replace it with their own.

He watched Cris's face as he moved atop his lover, using his fingertips to gently brush Cris's hair, trace the contours of his face and ears. He trailed one finger along the line of the vein in Cris's neck, tempted by it. He leaned forward, wondering exactly how much noise they could make together, but for the most part he was done waiting... he was eager to feel Cris's release, wanted to feel his partner's crushing grip around him as they came.

Rowan would have punched out a window in a heartbeat at that point - he didn't care if the entire world saw them together. Cris truly was perfect for him and he wouldn't hesitate to let everyone know it. But the only one who did matter was right there with him, and it was Cris he focused on as he breathed in his partner's scent and listened to his voice. Rowan was surprised at how quickly his own climax came upon him; it took almost no time before he was leaning back slightly, restraining himself, feeling flushed and breathless.

"Cris..."

It hardly sounded like Rowan's voice, really, all husky and strained. But Rowan was too close to the edge to care. All he knew was that he wanted it badly.
Christian Bern 12 years ago
Cris had time to arch an eyebrow and start to say "I suppose...” before Rowan occupied his lips in a more pleasant activity. [that is acceptable.] He finished his thought through different means. [However, it hardly makes for a good show if the acoustics are lacking.]

Soon he wasn't worried about the 'audience' at all. Rowan was moving on top of him with singular intent. It was impossible not to be caught up in that feverish drive towards climax. He needed it and so did Rowan. The last few days seemed like an eternity at times, waiting for Rowan to heal, waiting for news, watching Rowan try to sleep. All the frustration and worry mixed with love and fierce desire was jumbled together inside of him to bring about a physical need that was almost painful. He grasped Rowan's hips tighter. Pressing his back against the top of the chair and firmly planting his feet on the floor, Cris levered his weight onto his upper back so that he could meet his lover's hips with each thrust.

He was panting, his eyes closed as he focused on the feel of Rowan on top of him, around him, lavishing his neck with attention. He did not want it to end; it felt so perfect but he knew that it would. Cris slid his hands up Rowan's back and hugged him fiercely close. "You are mine.” He murmured vehemently "No one will take you from me. I will not allow it.”

Finding it difficult to let go, Cris settled for moving one hand down to his lover's erection. The other he wrapped around Rowan's lower back, holding him as close as he could manage while still giving his other hand room to move.

Rowan called his name in a voice that seemed to go straight to his heart and then onward to his groin. His response was half moan and sob as everything inside him seemed to well up and demand to be released. Cris locked his gaze on his partner and spoke, his own voice equally hoarse. "Come...with me, Love.”

His kept his eyes on Rowan as he met several more deep thrusts until they pushed him over the edge. Refusing to relinquish his hold on his partner's gaze, Cris shuddered and gasped, crying out Rowan's name as he came. He stroked his lover's erection frantically to bring Rowan along with him, wanting to see the expression of desire and abandon that came over his lover's features at the moment when his orgasm took hold of him.

"I love you.” Cris whispered into the quiet. "now and always.”
Rowan Murphy 12 years ago
"I won't leave you," Rowan promised breathlessly in response to Cris's words. "I won't be taken. I belong to you, Cris, and no one else."

So he had claimed back when they'd first met... that he was Cris's. He'd meant it then, and he meant it even more now. It didn't matter what happened, Rowan knew. His devotion to Cris wouldn't waver, his loyalty and his love were not for sale or for question, his life not for taking.

Cris did, indeed, grip him tightly as Rowan had wanted. With his partner holding him, thrusting forcefully into him Rowan moaned and leaned back, secure in Cris's hold. He braced his hands lightly on Cris's knees, rocking steadily, tipping his head back and letting his voice go, moaning loudly toward the ceiling.

Cris's name was repeatedly on his lips, and as he looked back down his gaze met that vivid, intense blue, and he fell into it. Even without Cris's request Rowan was coming, too close to his release to stave it off even if they had wanted to. Rowan snapped forward as Cris came first, just barely, and placed his hands back on his partner's shoulders, crying out with the intensity of Cris's release, pulsing hot and hard into him. He lost it with that, his own climax right on the heels of Cris's, and they shuddered together, perfectly together, as sensation rolled through them both like an electric current.

Rowan found himself gasping for breath, collapsing against Cris into that wonderful embrace. For a few moments there was no sound but their combined efforts to breath, and then Cris's voice.

At those words, Rowan pushed himself up a bit, took Cris's face gently in his hands, and leaned down to kiss him fiercely. He might have been gentle, he supposed, in the afterglow of that glorious coupling, but he didn't feel gentle. He felt urgent need, still a tight ball in his chest, desire still burning within him, desperation.

"I love you too," he said, drawing away for a breath. "As long as I exist, I'm going to love you."

He kissed Cris once more, with the same desperate passion. Finally he broke away and looked down at the blond whose lap he was straddling. He traced Cris's face again, loving each angle, each curve. He was beautiful.

Rowan smiled down at Cris, still unable to feel the lassitude of post-orgasmic bliss. His body was tense, still wanting. "Not tired yet," he said to Cris with a slightly feral grin. "I hope you're not worn out either."

He let his fingers drop once more, drifting over Cris's thighs, up his sides, tracing circles over his chest. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to savor the moment, all of them.

"God... I still want you. Love me again," he murmured softly. "All day. Until we can't move."

It had been the plan but he wanted it now more than ever. He wanted the oblivion of being loved until his muscles were literally immobile, the sensations of being so thoroughly worn out, drenched in Cris's scent, collapsed beneath his lithe body. Then and only then did Rowan think he could finally sleep, when he was so saturated with Cris that he would dream of him and nothing else. That was what he wanted. Every night... but more so today.
Christian Bern 12 years ago
He finally loosened his hold on Rowan and smiled up into his lover's eyes. Rowan had answered his passion filled outburst and then answered his more sane declaration of love. Cris relaxed a little more, letting out a long calming sigh.

Rowan leaned forward and kissed him again and there was no sated languid tenderness in it. He found himself sitting up a little straighter, holding Rowan a little tighter; deep within the embers of passion began to burn a little brighter. Cris knew that Rowan could stoke them into a blazing fire again in no time at all.

Shaking his head, he answered his lover's challenging words. "Not tired yet.” He watched Rowan's hands as they traveled over his body. Cris raised his eyebrows and smiled at his partner. "Oh, I will love you. Don't you worry.” Reaching up, he pulled Rowan down to him once more, capturing his lover's lips with his own. His kiss was not tender either; it was a passionate, fierce, almost bruising tangle of lips and tongues. He tasted, savored and thoroughly plundered Rowan's mouth before he loosened his hold. "We are not done giving the people their show.” Cris waved a hand to the oblivious crowd.

Sliding out from beneath Rowan, he bent down to murmur in his lover's ear. "One of us will be bent over this ottoman before the day is over.” Cris smiled and headed into the bathroom to clean himself up. He came back and brought a towel, warm and wet on one side and dry on the other. Cleaning Rowan off, he set the towel down on the floor within reach and then climbed back into the chair, scooting to one side in a silent request for his companion to join him.

"Hey look, is that not Alex?” Cris pointed to one of the people walking down the street toward them. The dark haired man had a few bags in his hands and looked to be headed toward the entrance. A few women stopped him, jogging over to come speak with him. Cris knew them to be residents of the building so perhaps they took yoga classes. "He looks like he belongs in the sunlight. Does he not?" He pointed out their bronze skinned friend, smiling and talking.

"I wonder if we ever looked like that. Do you think so?” Cris turned to Rowan. His lover would have been beautiful beneath the sunlight. He could just imagine it shining through the dark copper strands of Rowan's hair and gracing his partner's skin with a warm golden glow.

Cris looked around at the other people outside, occasionally bringing his attention back to Alex and his fans. "Oh, and there is Sullivan.” He pointed out one of the women in a black security suit eating her lunch on one of the benches along the sidewalk. His hand slid toward the inside of Rowan's thigh. He caressed his way upward, stopping just before touching anything more sensitive and then sliding back down again, all the while still watching the crowd of people outside.
Rowan Murphy 12 years ago
Cris's deep, aggressive kiss struck just the right note in Rowan. He gave as good as he got and his body responded accordingly, a growl of pleasure escaping his lips as Cris claimed his mouth. He shivered in delight; he loved this. He loved having a partner he could trust to take things right to the edge, he loved having a partner who trusted him enough to go there, and he loved that that person was Cris.

As Cris moved out from underneath him Rowan gave a soft sigh of reluctance, feeling the aching loss, the lack of completion without Cris buried so satisfyingly in him. He left Rowan chuckling at his promise of later positioning, and as Cris headed into the bathroom Rowan watched him, waving one hand in the air and saying, "Me. I volunteer. I mean, if you were looking for volunteers it should be me. I'm just saying..."

Cris was back quickly enough and Rowan did his best to make a nuisance of himself while his partner helped wash him, touching and stroking and fondling with impish pleasure. Oh yes, they were far from done. Soon enough they were tucked tightly together in the chair, looking out the 'window' at the daily crowd. Rowan had never really seen the sidewalk outside the towers in full daylight; it was interesting to view it this way. He wrapped his arms around Cris's waist and smiled at his partner's touch, looking when Cris drew his attention to a particular familiar figure.

"Yeah, it sure is Alex," he said, noting their friend as he returned home. "He does belong in the sun. Eiryk said he's adjusted his schedule to be with him more, though. He seems to have struck a nice balance."

When Cris mused about them, turning, Rowan gathered his partner up and held him close. "I don't know," he said cheerfully. "I looked a little different when I was turned." He thought about it. "My hair was very long, and straight, but my skin was the same color I think."

He looked down at Cris, kissing him gently. "You though, would look beautiful in the sun. I wish I could have seen you."

Rowan could imagine it. Cris's blond hair would turn to molten gold, his eyes would shine bluer than now, which was saying something... they were already a rather vivid shade. And his fair skin, sun-kissed, would be impossible to resist. It was impossible now.

They continued people-watching, chuckling at Alex trying to extricate himself politely from a crowd of no less than four women. He was so polite, though; even without being able to hear the conversation it was plain that he was reluctant to just leave. The sight of Sullivan made him laugh outright, squeezing Cris close.

"I'm going to bet she still hasn't been fucked by a sith lord," he said a little wickedly. "I get the only one in the Towers."

Cris's hand wandered and Rowan kissed him again, gently biting his lips, nipping at the tip of his tongue. This time he didn't pull away, doing his best to draw Cris's attention away from the sights on the sidewalk, kissing him again and again, deeper and deeper as he spread his hands out over Cris's back without hurting them. He did want Cris again already. Who'd have thought two days could feel like an eternity?

He lifted his hands to caress Cris's neck while he kissed him, thumbs stroking gently up and down both sides, teasing at his pulse while his fingers massaged the back of his neck. While he didn't feel the same desperate sense of urgency now, he still felt a strong desire to take and be taken. He wasn't lost yet, and he very much wanted to be lost in Cris again... or still. Perpetually, if they could manage it.
Christian Bern 12 years ago
Cris tried to imagine Rowan with very long hair and found that it was not difficult. He liked the edgy cut much better, thinking it suited his lover more. Of course, he figured that this opinion was because this was how Rowan appeared when they met and fell in love. Something about the style seemed more uniquely Rowan though and he could not convince himself that anything else would be better. "Mine was also very long...on Grisha's advice. It was not how I normally kept my hair but it did help in the later centuries.” As did the beard and mustache. Those did not suit him in these times but he had sported them in the past. "My hair has...curls if it is longer.” Cris glanced over at Rowan and then back out the window. Big golden spirals if he were being entirely truthful. It took growing his hair far past his shoulders for the curls to finally be heavy enough to straighten out.

"I had the little goatee, pencil thin mustache and ponytail probably about the same time that you were pirating.” Cris smiled and splayed his thumb and index finger across an imaginary mustache.

He had been playing guardsman and councilor to this or that count or duke of the day, enjoying court life from a safe position of unimportance. His real job had been to report his information back to Evenhet. It was a time in his history that he had enjoyed very much; he had been doing the things he loved to do, protecting, fighting and watching, while still having the freedom to go pretty much where ever he pleased.

"Very dapper, so I was told. Should I grow it back?” He could be evil Bern with a mustache and goatee or maybe he would then be good Bern. "I was always pale though I remember being a little darker.” Cris frowned and changed his statement. "Not so much darker, I suppose, but more... warm.” He looked more human. Cris had spent his time in the sun and, though his skin did not tan, it still had a healthy human glow about it that it had been lost over the centuries. Now he was an alabaster pale that had been the envy of noble men and women alike just a few centuries ago. Now the goth children all wished they could achieve such results without spackling themselves with heavy makeup.

As the watched the people below them, Rowan mentioned that Sullivan had likely still not been fucked by a sith lord. "Probably not. I believe she is dating that IT guy she had been talking to in the cafe.”

Rowan brought his attention back into the bedroom and away from the people. Normally, he could easily watch the crowd all day. It was soothing and interesting to him. Cris watched the lobby from his office while he thought, spoke on the phone or did paperwork. He used it as an exercise to test his instincts about gestures, attitude and facial expressions without the use of his empathy. When he had determined all he could from simple observation then he would peek at their colours to see if they could confirm whether or not he had been right.

He fell into his partner's kisses, each one more passionate than the one before it. Rowan's hands stroked his back and neck and Cris moved his in long light strokes up and down his lover's sides. It was not long before he wanted more of Rowan than just his mouth.

Leaning back, Cris smiled. "So what was that about you volunteering?” He cast his glance at the ottoman and then returned his gaze to his partner once more. "Such an over achiever...” Cris brushed his fingers lightly over Rowan's cock, letting them slide easily over the velvety skin. "Well, I didn't hear any other offers, Mr. Murphy, so I guess you and I will just have to show the rest of the class how it is done.”

Cris slid out from the chair and came to kneel in front of the pale sea foam blue padded foot stool. He raised his eyebrows at Rowan and grinned. Reaching out, he took hold of his lover's wrists and drew him gently toward him, letting Rowan climb out of the chair and face him across the ottoman. Propping his elbows on the stool, he leaned forward and kissed Rowan again, as passionately as they had before, as fiercely as he could manage without also clutching his lover tightly to him. He tasted and savored Rowan's mouth, enclosing his lover's full bottom lip in between his own, stroking it with his tongue before releasing it once more. With the tip of his tongue, Cris pressed against the soft, moist warmth of Rowan's lips until they parted for him so that he could lay claim to another small piece of his lover before moving on.

[I want to make love to you here where we can both see the outside.] Cris pulled away from Rowan's lips to kiss his partner's shoulder and then, as he moved from in front of the ottoman around to behind his lover, he placed a tender kiss on Rowan's back and then another against the nape of his partner's neck. Cris leaned up a little more so that he could whisper huskily in his lover's ear. "I want you to watch them and know that I would love you this way in front of the whole world if I could.” He was a private person, who enjoyed conducting his personal affairs discreetly most of the time, but he was not ashamed of how he felt about Rowan. It was thrilling to think of being intimate with his lover while both strangers and friends looked on. His position in the clan might forbid such exhibitionist behavior, not to mention the laws of the city and the lethal sunlight shining down outside, but there was no other reason why he would not happily display just how much he loved and desired Rowan.
Rowan Murphy 12 years ago
Rowan tightened his arms around Cris, trying to imagine his partner as he described his past appearance.

"Curls," he said with amusement as he lifted one hand to play with Cris's short hair. "I'd love to see that someday."

He smiled at the idea of dashing Cris with his goatee and mustache. "You grow out your goatee and I'll grow out my beard," he said with a grin. "I had one when I was turned, although I'm not sure if there was a reason for it. It was somewhat scruffy."

Rowan wasn't very well-groomed at the time of his turning. He fell silent after that last confession, having reached the limit of reflection he wanted to do without being asked. Thinking about his appearance when turned only led him to wonder what he'd been doing when that had happened, and based on what he'd looked like, where Henri said he'd been, and what possessions he'd had Rowan thought he sounded like some kind of vagrant convict.

Still, he enjoyed the thought of Cris through the ages. "You sound like you were just as gorgeous then as you are now," he murmured softly in his lover's ear. "I wish I'd known you then. Maybe you could have pirated with me. Or perhaps you'd have been the one to turn me away from my life of crime, showing me the error of my ways through your... persuasion."

He grinned, gently nipping at Cris's earlobe. By the time Cris answered his quip about Sullivan Rowan was distracted from the Security woman, caught up in his partner again. Kissing Cris was always a thrill, whether slow and lazy after sex or initiating another round or everything in between. His lover's mouth was tantalizing and teasing and Rowan moaned into each caress, yielding to Cris's tongue and teeth with pleasure.

When Cris suggested they use the ottoman in the aforementioned fashion sooner rather than later, Rowan wasn't about to object. Already he was hard and wanting again. He followed Cris off the chair and knelt before the ottoman, leaning forward to meet Cris's lips, sighing into his deeply passionate kiss.

The following words, projected into his mind in that spine-tingling sexy tenor, had him gasping and shuddering with desire even as Cris moved around behind him. Rowan rested on his elbows and forearms, presenting himself to his lover without shame, his vision fading to black for a moment as a wave of desire swept over him.

"Holy shit, Cris," he managed to gasp as he felt Cris's warm breath against his ear, sending a throb of desire through his stomach into his groin. "How is it possible for you to get me even more turned on than I already am?"

He leaned back a bit, rocking his hips against Cris's, rubbing himself temptingly against his partner. "I want you like this. In front of them all. I would love it if the entire world could see you claim me, if they could all know, every last one, that I am yours and you are equally mine."

Rowan was breathless with desire. Cris had a way of knowing exactly how to turn him on, how to drive him crazy. While he wasn't always the bottom of their team, Rowan did have a bit of a submissive streak that came out at times like this. He wasn't sure if Cris had considered it, but giving up control today was the perfect release.

Turning, placing his cheek against the ottoman, Rowan looked back at Cris. "Would you...?"

He brought his arms up behind his back, watching Cris's response. Rowan didn't need to be bound, but the feeling of Cris restraining him thus, with his hands, in front of this simulated open window... the very idea of it made him shudder again.

"Please," he said softly. "I want you. And I trust you."
Christian Bern 12 years ago
Cris chuckled softly and kissed Rowan on the neck. "I do not know if you figure it out then tell me so that I can keep doing it.” He smiled and ran his hands, one in front and one in back, teasingly light down his lover's chest and spine. It thrilled him that Rowan did not just appreciate and enjoy his advances but seemed to be truly excited by them.

He moaned softly and reached for Rowan's waist to steady himself when his companion rubbed his hips shamelessly up against him. "I think you do a magnificent job yourself.”

Rowan appeared to be of the same mind about incredibly graphic displays of public affection. Cris nodded and leaned up against his lover's back, murmuring softly in his ear. "I am definitely yours. We can show them that next, if you want.” He turned enough to nibble gently on Rowan's ear before glancing out at the crowded street and sidewalk in front of them.

His lover laid his cheek against the ottoman and put his hands around behind his back. Rowan looked up at him questioningly and Cris nodded. This particular whim was one that he would happily indulge in, like most everything Rowan could ask of him. Standing up, he patted his partner on the ass. "Of course. I am glad that you trust me, Love.”

If they were going to play this game then Cris wanted to play it right. He knew his lover would not like the handcuffs but he was tempted by the zip ties that were laying on the armoire with his wallet and cellphone. Ultimately Cris decided for something softer against Rowan's newly healed wrists, trusting that the position was enough to convey the situation properly. He collected the bottle of lube from the bed on the way to where they kept the less used toys. In the closet, he quickly found what he was looking for.

Cris knelt behind his lover once more and crossed Rowan's wrists neatly one over the other. He made quick, practiced work of tieing his partner's hands together with the soft suede ties, making sure that they were secure but comfortable.

Leaning over Rowan, he spoke in a calm, quiet voice, adding just that hint of menace that suggested he was more dangerous than he appeared. "You have the right, but I very much hope that you wave it, to remain silent...” It was the voice he used when interrogating a suspect. In this case, he hoped his lover would have a much different reaction to it. "anything you say, moan or cry out, can and probably will be held against you in this bedroom. You have a right to an attorney but only if they are willing to join us. If you cannot afford an attorney then that is just too damn bad, more for me.” Murmuring softly he said. "Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?”

Settling back on his knees, Cris reached over and picked up the lube that he had brought with him back to their current play area. He did not hurry as he coated his fingers with the slick substance, though the need to touch Rowan was nearly overwhelming. Cris wanted to do this right and to let the anticipation build. Slowly his slid his fingers over his companion's opening. His fingers made only light brushes and then pressed down gently, just barely pushing inside; it was just enough to hint at a more satisfying stretch, before he removed his finger and began to circle and tease some more.

"So tell me, Dr. Murphy.” Cris did his best to sound formal while they were both naked and clearly intimate. "What about the authority figure do you find so attractive? Be honest...I would hate to have to result to more physical means of 'questioning' so early in this investigation.”
Rowan Murphy 12 years ago
Rowan smiled and laughed softly at the mutual admiration they always seemed to fall back into. It was what helped make them so compatible, that they always found things in each other to like, to bring out. Cris leaned up against his back and Rowan rocked backward into him, hoping to hear another moan from his lover, hoping to tease him even from this apparently submissive pose. Rowan was perfectly capable of naughty behavior from any angle.

He shivered when Cris's teeth found his ear, and his lips curled up even further at the suggestion that they reverse roles next. "Oh, I think that could be arranged, if you want it."

He would enjoy taking Cris in front of such scenery but as always Rowan was considerate of Cris's wishes, as Cris was of his. Cris willingly embraced so many things he'd confessed to be hesitant of, it was a quality that turned Rowan on every time. To know that he possibly inspired such bravery, or helped bolster it, was gratifying. He wanted to continue to inspire Cris.

Rowan was unsure of who was being inspired by who, though, as Cris readily agreed to his plea. He lay still across the ottoman while Cris disappeared, his arms held behind his back as surely as if Cris had already bound them there. When his partner returned it was with ties of butter-soft suede. Rowan would have liked to feel Cris physically restraining him but he suspected Cris had further plans; he usually did.

He sighed and felt stress drain away as Cris bound him. That voice... oh, shit, that voice. Soft, wicked, like velvet coated iron, it raked over Rowan's nerves and made him shudder with desire. "Oh, I understand," he breathed. Then he grinned quickly. "Will you be my attorney?"

He only wanted two people in on this today, and they were already here. He moaned softly at the touch of Cris's finger, but it was just an added benefit to the complete and utter arousal Cris's voice was causing. Rowan was so tightly strung, he was trembling.

Indeed, Cris's voice elicited another soft moan from him as he was questioned. He hesitated briefly. Obey, or disobey? He wasn't sure if he could disobey... Cris had bound him and Rowan didn't fight the restraint; his whole posture screamed submission, yet he almost wanted to be punished. Sure, he could easily break the suede ties but it was the situation... Cris had control of him as easily as if he'd put him in chains.

And that was really the answer right there. Rowan capitulated, this time. He might disobey next time but for now he kept his eyes closed and sighed, a long shuddering sigh.

"The control," he said. "The confidence. Its so damn sexy. Especially in you."

He opened his eyes and glanced at Cris. "That's all you're getting out of me."

Okay, he would mostly sort of obey.
Christian Bern 12 years ago
Cris raised his eyebrows behind his companion and stifled most of an amused laugh as Rowan requested him to be his attorney. "That is not usually how it works...” He would also say he had never interrogated anyone naked before so obviously some rules of the norm were already being broken.

Rowan explained what it was that he liked about authority figures but he did not elaborate. Cris was pleased by the small moan of pleasure and the feeling of pent up desire that he could feel in his lover's tense muscles. Seeing Rowan so obviously turned on was impossible to resist.

Taking a deep fortifying breath, Cris looked up at the ceiling and reminded himself that waiting would make all of this so much better when they got around to the actual doing.

"Is that so?” He leaned down close to Rowan's ear while simultaneously sliding one finger more fully inside his partner's opening. "I am not done with my questions yet.”

He curled his finger gently. Regarding his lover thoughtfully, Cris smiled and then continued to slowly tease with that one finger. In and out. "Perhaps you need more motivation to cooperate.”

"Let me tell you of something I have fantasized about.” Cris ran his free hand up along his lover's spine and then down over Rowan's ass, exposed so temptingly in front of him. "It starts out something like this.” His partner had made it plain in the past that he loved seeing him in his uniform and that he had a thing for authority figures; Cris had fantasized often about taking Rowan down to one of the holding cells below the main lobby of Meridian and making love to his partner up against the bars. "You've done something 'criminal' and I have to question you....thoroughly. Perhaps you have even been placed in jail.” Cris did not go into detail about the conjugal visit; Rowan could fill those details in on his own for now. "I might have been a little more rough than strictly necessary and a lot more personal.” A hell of a lot more personal.

Leaning back down to Rowan's ear, he murmured. "With me so far?”

He settled back on his haunches again and continued. "You eventually escape but have vowed to make me pay. So one day you find me in my office. With weapon drawn, you begin to close the blinds to the glass front office as you tell me what you are going to do to me in 'revenge'. I am at your mercy, obviously I am unarmed and caught unaware. " Cris was never unarmed outside of his home but that was hardly the point of the fantasy. "You cuff me with my own cuffs, much like this.” Cris reached up and ran his hands over the suede ties that bound Rowan. "Bending me over my own desk, my pants pooled around my ankles, you tell me how you are going to take me right there until I beg for release. I can see people coming and going in the lobby from the small slit between the blinds and the door. I know that if they come in now that they would see the Chief of Security bent over his his own desk being fiercely taken by his lover.”

"Do you know what that does to me?” Cris asked in a calm he did not truly feel. The answer would have been a shock to him before falling in love with Rowan. He would have never thought that he could want to be claimed so totally and so publicly by someone. He might not truly want his position to be compromised in such a graphic, disruptive way but the thought of it, forbidden as such an intimate display would be, was thrilling beyond compare. "It excites me.”

"Now where were we?” He smiled softly. "Ah, questions. I think you need to elaborate on this authority fantasy that you have. I need details, Rowan. Give me an example.” Cris knew that he was asking for trouble but that was the point. It did not matter what his lover said; the situation was already enough to turn him on so thoroughly that he could barely stand it, anything that Rowan added to it would just be more fuel to the flames. "The longer you take, the rougher this will go for you...” He warned, or perhaps that was advised; Rowan could take it either way.
Rowan Murphy 12 years ago
Rowan's grin did not fade when Cris corrected his attorney request. He heard the laugh and loved that he and Cris could amuse each other. "Not usually," he agreed, "but I must confess... I only want the best."

As he resisted Cris's attempt to 'force' an answer from him Rowan moaned as the heat was dialed substantially up. What had he gotten himself into, with an expert lover whose mere touch was enough to bring him far closer to the brink of release than he'd ever imagined possible? Rowan made himself feel calm, or at least look it on the outside.

He kept his eyes closed while Cris spoke, hoping to motivate him to elaborate on his authority figure daydreams by divulging a fantasy of his own. Just the sound of his voice was compelling. Rowan loved it, the timbre, the pitch, the smoothness of it that said calm while the words themselves conveyed deep passion. He loved that about Cris.

Rowan laughed softly at the idea of his criminal activity. A few hundred years ago it could have happened easily but Rowan had been clean, as it were, for centuries. He'd outgrown the annoying rebellious phase and learned to play within the rules. Mostly. However, the idea of being slightly roughed up by Cris in a jail cell was... God, it was hot. Rowan did not have a wide masochistic streak but he did have one.

"I'm with you, every step of the way," he murmured, not opening his eyes yet. He was painting a picture in his head and he wanted to keep it there.

Cris continued and Rowan felt a thrill of surprise that his partner should be harboring such a submission fantasy. Cris was always so calm and in control, and when they'd met he had been so hesitant and wary of being taken. It had taken amazing trust and bravery for him to allow Rowan such liberties with him. Now they switched roles fairly regularly as a matter of course but Rowan never took it for granted, nor did he suspect Cris secretly dreamed about such things.

For Rowan, it was practically a demand. It would be difficult and risky but that was part of the thrill. He'd have to take care; he could secretly and quietly ensure their privacy. In fact, he was certain he could enlist Ume's help. Cris wouldn't need to know... for him the thrill would be entirely genuine. Rowan could make this part of the fantasy happen.

"I do now," Rowan said with a sly smile when Cris asked if he knew what it did to him. Oh yes, he knew now. Cris's fantasy was not outside the realm of possibility. He opened his eyes and glanced back at his partner.

"Mmm." He enjoyed the sound of his name on Cris's lips, the demanding, no-nonsense tone. Rowan shivered again. Yes, that he loved. The quiet force. The perfect confidence Cris had in his own ability to obtain answers. The ultimatum was an interesting one. If he took longer, it would be rougher. Literally, rougher? How rough was rough? They had never discussed this particular quirk of Rowan's; it hadn't really come up. He knew for a fact Cris would not injure him... Rowan didn't desire injury. There was an aggression to his partner though, the same aggression he'd spoken of when he'd mentioned wanting Cris to hunt him. The same aggression Rowan had experienced a bit of last year, and once or twice since then. He craved it.

So... he wanted to draw this out, make it last. He wanted to push Cris's control to the ends of its limits. He wanted to unleash this roughness, to see just how far Cris would let it go. He was not going to be a cooperative prisoner.

He pushed himself insolently back against his partner, rubbing against that toying, teasing finger. "I don't yield to threats," he said, his breathless, husky voice betraying the depths of his desire. "If you want details, you're going to have to extract them from me."

As he spoke he sent Cris a glamour. He didn't want to break the mood they had here, so deliciously, sinfully erotic. He knew Cris cared too much for him to truly test his limits on such a night, but he wanted Cris to know he meant his challenge honestly. So he threw love at his partner, love, trust, and an overall sense of comfort beneath the fierce desire his partner was stoking within him. Sure, Cris was probably seeing it in his aura now but Rowan wanted to make it absolutely clear that he was thrilled with the direction they were moving. He didn't want to leave poor Cris hanging, uncertain if he was going too far.

He grinned wickedly back at his partner. "Do your worst," he said, tossing his head impudently. "Drag this fantasy out of me, if you can."
Christian Bern 12 years ago
Cris raised his eyebrows behind Rowan's back. So it was going to be like that, was it? He could have told his partner that he did not make idle threats but he was certain that Rowan was counting on exactly that. The wave of love and trust that his partner sent to him was proof of that very thing.

"If you wish.” Was all the reply he gave, in a level, patient voice. If his lover's continued rebellion had shocked him in any way, which it did not, he would never have shown it.

Cris stopped teasing Rowan, reached for the bottle of lube and then added two more drops to his index finger. He smoothed the gel over Rowan's opening and then, grasping his lover's cheeks with both hands, spread them enough to give him a clear view of the place he wanted to be so very badly. Cris leaned down and gently blew on the lube, just enough to cool it considerably before he released Rowan completely.

He got up and went to the nightstand and then the armoire. Rowan was going to test his patience to the limit. Cris considered that inevitability for a moment and then went to the closet as well.

Coming back to his seat, he set some of his play things off to the side of the chair and outside Rowan's field of vision. Two things he set down next to him.

"I was not aware that you had changed your mind about sleeping tonight, Love.” Cris reached down and picked up one of the vibrators that they had bought so long ago. He slid it smoothly inside his partner, biting his lip against the desire to take its place. Patience, Cris, patience. He did not yet turn it on.

Removing all emotion from his features and doing his best to display an expression of infinite perserverance, he reached down and hauled Rowan upright by the shoulders. Cris pushed the ottoman out of the way for a moment and then sat in front of his lover. "I do not want you to think that you can simply climax without my approval while continuing to remain obstinate.” He leaned down and picked up the leather and metal cock and ball restraint that he had also brought with him. Sliding one ring over his lover's erection, Cris spoke while snapping the other adjustable leather ring firmly in place. "You may try...but it will not be easy.”

Moving out of the way, Cris replaced the ottoman and gently helped Rowan lean back down onto it. Once his lover was back in place, he reached down and picked up the remote and settled onto the chair behind his partner. Stifling a moan of desire at how tempting Rowan currently looked, Cris bit his knuckle, turned the remote on low and then reached down beside his chair and picked up his phone.

"How long we wait is up to you.” He could have chosen a book but Cris doubted that either one of them would be fooled by such a rouse. There was no way he could concentrate enough to read with Rowan naked in the room. Turning on his phone he found a game and began tapping the buttons, admittedly mostly at random. He tried his best to pay attention the screen and not to his lover kneeling so invitingly in front of him.

The tinkling sounds of falling gems filled the silence of the bedroom, joining the much quieter hum of the vibrator.
Rowan Murphy 12 years ago
Ah, now the game was on. Rowan returned Cris's words with a little smirk. This was Evil Rowan coming out. Rowan wasn't entirely a rule follower... nor did he color inside the lines. He liked bending rules.

He nearly purred as Cris got up and crossed the room. Rowan had no idea what items were about to come into play but he was shivering and eager. He couldn't wait for the opportunity to keep pushing. His partner returned and Rowan's mischievous smirk only grew at Cris's words.

"Sleep is overrated," he said carelessly. "I don't need it."

Even in this position his attitude was one of insolence and rebellion. He did not fight the little suede ties, far from it... he simply continued to smile. He could be as patient as Cris. He could push and push and push until the cows came home. Who would win? Maybe they both would.

As Cris penetrated him with the cool vibrator Rowan arched his back and uttered a long moan of pleasure. He tipped back his head and closed his eyes, rocking his hips back to accept it, moving his hips against Cris's hand and doing everything in his power to make sure Cris knew what he was missing. As Cris pulled him upright Rowan went willingly, head held high, watching his partner with an expression of proud stubbornness on his face. Rowan would not be broken.

Not this soon, at any rate.

There was an undisguised feeling of fierce love and gratitude in Rowan's heart that was visible in his eyes as Cris issued his next demand and fitted Rowan with the restraint. Rowan accepted both willingly, eagerly. Cris was perfect. This was all perfect. He wanted this rigid control from Cris; it was beautiful. He had become ice, unmovable, outwardly impenetrable.

Rowan might have been fooled before they knew each other. Maybe. But he knew Cris well now, and he knew that there was no way Cris felt as cool as he appeared. It was a matter of playing the game now... and this was the fun part.

Cris helped him down to the ottoman again and Rowan went with a soft sigh. Cris settled behind him and the vibrator turned on. Indulging in some theatrics Rowan uttered another long groan, writhing on the ottoman. He gasped against it in pleasure; it felt good but not as good as having Cris in its place.

After a minute or so he closed his eyes and smiled. "How's the view back there?"

Another minute passed; he spent it rocking back and forth gently, as if moving to meet the lover he wished he had behind him. Finally he moaned again, and said, "I imagine if I had broken the law and you were on the case, you would chase me relentlessly until you caught me, wouldn't you."

He gave a little; that was the process. It was hardly an entire fantasy. It was barely the beginning of it. Hell, if he were to be perfectly honest they were pretty much living the fantasy now. It didn't matter if Cris was naked; he wore control and authority as his uniform and it was beautiful.

Having given that tiny little bit though Rowan laughed softly and shuddered at the sensation of the vibrator coupled with the restraint Cris had placed around him. This was going to be a battle between the two of them... he hoped Cris was enjoying it as much as he was. He had done his best to reassure Cris but he had no such assurance from his lover in return. He wanted this to be good for both of them, wanted them to eventually reach a point of release that was incredible, wildly exhilarating, and way beyond anything they had previously considered themselves capable of. He wanted Cris to know just what he meant to him and just how much Rowan trusted him.
Christian Bern 12 years ago
Cris heaved a heavy mental sigh as Rowan moaned and rocked against the ottoman. His lover was obviously not going to give up easily. It only made him more stubborn but the audio and visual entertainment were incredibly tempting. At least he was the one holding on to a vibrator remote. That was some small advantage. He repeated that advise inwardly like a mantra several times while his partner continued to move.

His lover asked him about the view. Cris glanced down at his phone and then back at Rowan and wondered when the last time it had been that he had pressed any of the buttons on his game.
With a small smile, he answered Rowan truthfully. "It is quite nice actually. I could watch it all day.” Maybe not without touching, but that part did not need to be said.

Rowan rocked and writhed on the ottoman. Cris was momentarily amused that they had both seemed to have forgotten all about the sunny vista with its people just beyond their little room. They had been quite thoroughly absorbed with each other.

Deciding to give his lover something to writhe about, he turned the vibrator up another notch. Rowan asked him another question that he imagined was part of the fantasy that he had been refusing to confess. It seemed to tie in to the earlier conversation they had about Rowan wanting to be hunted by him.

"You are correct. I would hunt you down, where ever you went, however long it took.”

Pressing the button that ended his game and returned his phone to its main menu setting, Cris then set the device aside. He reached down and picked up one of the other things he had brought with him from the closet.

"I am sensing very little remorse, Rowan.” Cris tsked softly like a disappointed school teacher let down by her favorite pupil. He leaned down and ran one hand along his partner's back, moving upward until he reached one shoulder. Tugging gently, he guided Rowan back upright.

Cris once more moved the ottoman further out of the way. This time he settled himself down onto the edge of it. He opened his legs wide and looked up into his lover's grey-green eyes. With a small smug expression that tugged the corners of his mouth into an almost smile, Cris revealed the other toy he had brought with him. It was another harness like the one that Rowan was currently wearing. Slowly, and in full view of his lover, he slid the ring down the length of his very erect member and then tugged the leather portion of the harness beneath his balls and snapped it snuggly in place. There had been no rule that said he could not come before they had sex but Cris did not want to climax without Rowan. It seemed against the point of their game.

Still sitting with his legs apart in front of his lover, he began to slowly stroke himself. Cris tilted his head back and closed his eyes, a soft faint smile forming on his lips. [If you are going to continue being difficult then I will just have to entertain myself.]
Rowan Murphy 12 years ago
It was good to know that Cris was not unaffected by Rowan's shameless display. Roles aside, he did like to feel appreciated. Knowing how he felt about Cris though, Rowan simply envisioned what he himself would feel like if their current positions were reversed. If they felt the same, and Rowan had no cause to doubt that they did, then Cris was doing an excellent job at the poker face.

Rowan gasped as the sensation of the vibrator intensified. His entire body went tight and he spent at least a minute battling against the waves of anticipation. He could handle this; the fact that it was Cris, though, was what was driving him crazy. He could feel his cock straining against its restraints... the little devie holding him captive could help delay things but his body still wanted to have its way. Rowan gritted his teeth and groaned softly before regaining control over himself.

He smiled, nodding against the surface of the ottoman when Cris confirmed his statement. "Of course you would." His voice was slightly breathless. He couldn't keep it even.

He offered no more of his fantasy up and Cris called him on it. "None whatsoever," he replied almost cheerfully, still insolent.

He felt Cris's hand on his back and followed it to kneel upright once more, not shedding his air of pride. He was still on display for Cris, and he loved it. He watched his lover as he sat down and set himself up with the same little restraint as he was currently using on Rowan. As Rowan watched, he felt his lips part slightly. His subconscious screamed for him to lean forward and take Cris into his mouth.

Instead he remained obediently where he was, his eyes glued to the sight before him. Cris's upturned face was gorgeous, but it was tough to tear his eyes away from the action of his hand. Rowan wondered if Cris knew just how sexy his partner found his hands. They were small and slender, but strong and capable. They were beautiful as they stroked gently.

Cris's sending brought him back to his senses a little. Rowan made a soft, hungry noise, sinking down to sit on his heels, shuffling forward the tiniest bit so he was close, so close, to where Cris's hand moved so enticingly. God, he wanted to replace Cris's hand, feel those slender fingers sliding into his hair while he surrounded Cris's cock with the warmth of his mouth.

"It always takes place at sea for some reason," he murmured, looking up at Cris. "A maritime chase."

He wasn't giving in... he was just meeting Cris halfway. That was it. Cris wanted the details behind the authority thing and Rowan would give them. This particular fantasy was one he'd daydreamed up some time ago, but it would accurately represent what he loved about that particular scenario.

"You've chased me from port to port. Halfway across the world," Rowan said softly. "You haven't caught me, yet I haven't evaded you. We're evenly matched.

We infuriate each other at first. I can't get you off my back but you can't quite close the gap between us. We play too well off each other, both clever, persistent, determined."

He watched Cris closely. "Eventually, though, you manage to get half a step ahead. I can see you in a dark blue uniform, alone with a pistol, having boarded my ship with no backup. It's just you, and me, and the weapon between us you've pointed at me."

Rowan stopped there, still looking at Cris's face but close enough to where Cris was stroking himself that he might even be able to feel Rowan's warm breath upon his skin. He hoped so. He wanted to Cris to desire him as fiercely as Rowan did right now. His words had come out just as strained and breathless as before; Rowan knew it was obvious that he was affected by both the vibrator and Cris's actions. That was the game though, and he loved it. He wanted to effect Cris, too, as strongly as he could through distance and restraints.
Christian Bern 12 years ago
Cris opened his eyes as Rowan began speaking once more. His lover had moved closer, mere inches away from where he sat. It would be so easy to close the gap, take his lover in his arms, stop playing their game and make love to him right here on the floor. They were no strangers to impatient sex or to floors. As tempting as it was to give in, he couldn't. A part of him was being this stubborn for himself, for his pride, for the greater reward at the end of their game, and another part was doing it for Rowan. He wanted to immerse his lover in this fantasy for as long as he possibly could. Cris wanted it to be perfect for his partner, who deserved the very best from him.

And that was exactly what he would get.

He listened as Rowan told him how they chased each other from port to port, neither getting the upper hand on the other until at least he manages to make his way aboard Rowan's ship and confront him alone. Cris's lips curled up in a smile at the attire his lover had chosen for him.

Softly he said, "As it happens...I do own a pea coat.” It was the perfect weight for Nachton's winter season and he loved the fit of it, the clean tailored lines. His was black not the more traditional navy; the colour went with his suits.

Sliding off the ottoman, he stood up and moved to kneel behind his companion. Rowan had been forthcoming, up to a point. Cooperation should be rewarded. He slid his arms around his lover's chest and pulled Rowan close. Leaning down to his partner's neck, Cris grazed it gently with his fangs. He breathed in deeply of Rowan's scent, sighing softly as a wave of desire coursed through him. It was difficult to touch his lover, to hold him and kiss him and yet still restrain himself. Nibbling his way gradually up to Rowan's ear, Cris reached out with his tongue and flicked the metal studded earlobe playfully. He spoke barely above a whisper, in a tone that was meant to be enticing. His voice was smooth, almost friendly. It suggested that Rowan could tell him what he wanted to know; the information was harmless. If he did then he would be compensated handsomely. "And then what do I do with this pistol pointed at you?” Cris rocked his hips forward, pressing a different 'weapon' against his lover, moaning softly as he did.
Rowan Murphy 12 years ago
Rowan would have been able to tell how he was affecting Cris if he'd use his empathy but he didn't want to. It wasn't pleasant and he didn't need the confirmation. His belief in their love for each other was absolute, and he thought he knew Cris well enough by now to know how to press his buttons. He didn't think Cris would persist in this game if he didn't enjoy it, the same as Rowan would be forthcoming with his partner about his dislikes. He had stopped one of their games before to let Cris know he couldn't take the metal cuffs; he assumed Cris would have done the same for him. He would hate knowing he'd made Cris unhappy.

Therefore Rowan decided to continue the game. Cris moved around behind him. Pulled him close. Rowan flexed his shoulders, which were drawn together by the fact that his wrists were bound, and leaned back against Cris. His hands found warm skin; he stroked gently, teasing. If Cris was going to come close enough for him to touch, Rowan was going to touch.

Cris's mouth and teeth found his neck; Rowan tilted his head away with a soft moan of desire. He loved when Cris played with his neck. Even without biting the sensation was enjoyable. He shivered. Cris's tongue against his ear, toying with his piercings, was also something he liked. Cris seemed drawn to Rowan's jewelry. It almost made Rowan want to get more, in spite of the fact that it would constantly try to heal on him.

Rowan gasped softly at Cris's question, which was accompanied by the pressure of his partner's erection pressing against him. The many stimulations were nearly overwhelming to Rowan. The vibrator, Cris's closeness, the binding, everything about this situation was erotic to him. He was near delirious with need.

But it was still a game, and Rowan's fantasy was a double-edged sword. Oh yes, Cris was driving him beyond distraction right now... but Rowan could return it. That was the point. For them to play off each other perfectly, push each other further and further.

"I don't know..." he said softly, his voice a husky murmur, "...that I can tell you."

Still not broken, his attitude said. It was torture to resist. Cris was close, his voice was so compelling, but Rowan wanted to tease Cris back too.

"What happens if I don't tell you?" He turned his head, grey-green eye searching for Cris's blue ones.

Unable to resist, he shivered again. "What happens if I do?"

Cris's promise to exact the fantasy from him still rang in his mind. It was taking quite a while... and Rowan still wanted to know how rough was rough. But mostly, he wanted to make it rough on Cris as well. Oh, they'd get down to it sooner or later, and when they did he wanted to feel everything Cris was building up inside. This, he knew, was love. Love for each other. Games and fantasies were well and good but what they were doing now, with or without those, was real. This escape was necessary for them both, to release their current anxieties. Rowan loved Cris for it. No matter what happened, he would always love Cris for moments like these.