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Welcome to your new day, albeit as the clock tolls twelve. And welcome to the most fantastical chapter of this tale so far...lol. Enjoy it for the fun in which it was intended.
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Title: “Encompassed…” - Part 9
Author: xof
Feedback: xof1013@gmail.com
Rating: NC-17 (Very, very….lol)
Pairing: Brian/Michael, Declan/Ashton (OMC/OMC)
Genre: First Time, Drama, Angst
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, but damn it’s fun imagining I do…. My two OMC’s are mine, even though Alexis would like it very much if I’d allow them to visit her house…lol.
Status: Complete, but will be posted in 11 parts. (over 126 pages total)
Archive: ATP, Always, yes.
Summary: An exploration of Michael’s submissive nature, and Brian’s resulting claim. With a little help from two new friends….
Timeline: Set after the finale of Season Two, varying irrevocably onward from there.
Pairing Note: This is very much a Brian/Michael story. However, I have created two original characters based on (and only on) the physical appearance of the actors Aidan Gillen and Craig Kelly. My OMC’s are not meant to represent the actual actors or any of their onscreen roles.
Notes: This baby took 8 months to write, and is in fact my 50th posted story. Its length and those facts are all milestones for me, so I hope you enjoy. It drove me crazy, it wore me down and built me back up again. Tremendous gratitude to Alexis for being there through its creation, always encouraging and giving her two cents - and for the fabulous beta and preface. Thanks to Mistress Teri, for letting me pick her head and helping me round out the concept at the beginning. And to the ladies who had a very small peek early on, hope you like the end result, hugs.
Additional Notes: To be found at the end of the fic. Will include links to name origins, and to pictures I found inspiring - including clothing and toys.
Warnings: Deals with the subject of Dominance/submission, and bondage. However, it is a story of love and sensual play. There is no S/M activity between Brian and Michael, which means no PAIN. There is one scene in part one that does touch on S/M, but it’s built off of a scene shown in canon - nothing too heavy at all. Our boys only act as witnesses to it. So I encourage readers to take a chance and follow our boys as they rediscover each other, and themselves, in this new way.
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Part 9
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“No fucking way! You didn’t….”
“Oh, I did,” Ashton answered. “Within minutes of seeing Dec for the first time, I was on my knees offering him anything he wanted. For as long as he would have me.”
Michael stared after him as Ash moved rapidly around the kitchen; the trappings of their coming evening meal spread out all around. “You mean like for a one off? Or….”
Wiping his wet hands on his sweatpants, Ash turned to Michael and leaned against the sink. “I mean that I saw him, wanted him and gave myself to him in less than half an hour.” Grinning at Michael, he added, “Your eyes get any bigger, you’ll be an owl.”
Michael shook his head, “You could have…. That was….”
“Completely irrational and dangerous? I know. But bugger me, have you SEEN the man? I didn’t even have to bend at the knee to reach the floor; one gander and I spilled at his feet.”
Cracking up, Michael said, “You’re either very brave, or - what is it you say, off your head?”
Ashton rejoined with, “Mental, mad as a moose.” He winked, “Good thing he turned out to be going for his psych degree.” Coming round the island, Ash added, “But to put it into context, it’s easier to understand once you know we were at a scene party when we met. That, and the bastard made me wait ages before he said yes. I fucking had to court my own Dom.”
The incredulous expression on Ashton’s face was the last Michael could take, he began to giggle. Hugging his waist with one arm, he covered his mouth with the sleeve of the sweater he was wearing. Brian’s, again. The two subs having been allowed to dress while preparing for the evening’s scene.
“That’s right, laugh it up. But I’ll have you know it was the worst case of prolonged blue-balls I’ve had in my life.” He was smiling as he said it, giving Michael a shudder to emphasis his former agony.
Once they had settled down, Ashton gave the kitchen a final look-see and then turned to Michael. “I’ll throw the main dish into the warmer, the rest will keep until time. Wanna grab a few sandwiches before we head up to get ready?”
Michael frowned, “Why would we eat only a couple hours before dinner?”
Gently, Ashton said, “Michael. Tonight isn’t an ordinary sit-down meal. And it’s a lot more than the one we had your first night here. Dec and Brian will eat, but we won’t. We eat once the scene is done, after we serve them.”
Feeling nervous, Michael asked, “What are we supposed to do?”
Ashton leaned in and whispered, “Please them. Please them very much.” Giving Michael a teasing hair tussle, he added, “Don’t worry. For the majority of the night, it’ll be along the line of looking good and playing waiter. Only with a hands-on policy, rather than a hands-off.”
“And after that?”
“We’re dessert.”
Turning away before Michael could reply, Ashton opened the refrigerator and started pulling out cold cuts and cheese. Handing them off into Michael’s hands before he had a chance to think too hard on what being dessert could possibly entail.
Michael was crossing over to the island with arms loaded when Ashton began whistling softly to himself. The tune familiar, it only took Michael a moment to realize what song it was. Back to laughing, Michael began making their snack - the melody of “Let’s Me Entertain You” resonating through the room.
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Setting the phone back into the cradle, Declan turned to find Brian standing across the room. “He said it won’t be a problem. It’ll be finished by tomorrow.” Pushing back from his desk, Declan crossed his office and sat on the widow seat. Drawing his legs up, he hugged his knees and looked over to where Brian was perusing the book shelves that lined the walls. “Seems the design you gave him inspired him enough to be half done already. That’s quick work for a man that busy.”
Lips quirky, Brian said, “That and the increased incentive that his bonus would dwindle in the double figures each day it took him to finish.”
“Hmm, you do seem the good tipper type.”
“I’m the best, hand over foot. Too many years of watching Michael’s mother slaving over grease and slop, not to….” Brian grew serious, quiet.
Seeing the change in Brian’s mood, Declan ventured to ask, “We haven’t talked about family in all this. How do you think they’ll react to you and Michael’s relationship? Now that you’re lovers as well as friends.”
Brian snorted, “Before or after his mom tries to turn me into a eunuch?” Leaning back against the wall, he stood with hands in his pockets and ankles crossed - giving the dreaded topic some thought. “She’ll come around, but it’ll take time. She’s known me too long not to keep doubting.” With a wry smile, he continued. “Our friends, too. I‘ve lived my legend too well.”
Declan nodded, “So you think there’ll be a built-in expectation for failure.”
“In a word, yes.”
Grinning now, Declan said, “I doubt you’ve lived your life and gained all you have by simply living within the outlines of others’ expectations. You’re an outside the box thinker, if ever I saw one.”
Brian chuckled. Considering Declan’s disposition, he knew it was a compliment. Like recognizing like.
Declan nodded to the clock, “Dinner starts in about an hour. Meet me in the foyer after you’ve dressed.“
Brian turned to go, crossing to the door only to look back. Answering Declan‘s first question before he left the room, “Ultimately, it comes down to me and Michael. Everyone else can either deal and be happy for us, or they can fuck off. He’s the only family I need.”
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“Well, what do you think?”
Voice hushed, a little disbelieving, Michael answered. “I, uhmm. I can’t say that he and I have ever met.”
Ashton cracked up, “Well, let me introduce you to the man it took me a half hour to talk INTO his clothes.”
Michael shook his head, “More like it took you a half hour to tie all the laces.”
“Well worth the effort, if I do say so. You look absolutely amazing. It’s off the charts how hot you’ll look to Brian.”
Eyes locked on his own reflection, Michael continued to stare into the mirror. Stunned…. He raised his hands, only to have them slapped away.
“Do not touch your hair; the gel isn’t dry yet. And no mussing up your face. It’s perfection as it is.” Ashton’s voice was admonishing, but his eyes merry. He was obviously well satisfied with Michael’s look. Admiring the end result of his work…. “Come give us a turn in front of the mirror for the full effect.”
Standing before the glass, Michael marveled at the image looking back. It was him, but also not. Or rather him with a difference. “How can you feel more naked wearing clothes than you do without?”
Coming round to stand at his back, Ashton answered, “Because it’s illicit, having your body framed like this. Showing all the naughty bits, while covering the rest.” He caught the look on Michael’s face, then said seriously, “Don’t feel so self-conscious. It’s going to drive Brian wild.”
It took a moment, and then slowly a smile broke over Michael’s full lips. Anticipation growing as he looked at himself with new eyes.
From bottom to top, Michael’s gaze traveled up. He was wearing boots, black leather, matte. They covered his legs, ending just below his knees - fitted and fastened with small silver buckles up his shins. Sharp looking, they weren’t unusual really. What was unusual were the items Michael was wearing under them, above them.
Stockings, silk, sheer and dark. Thigh-highs clinging to his legs, with black seams down the back. Topped by black bands encircling each thigh, holding firm about four inches below Michael’s ass. They had been the first items on, and the first Michael had raised an eyebrow at….
Until Ashton had explained, “Rule one of scene wear: there are no rules. A little gender bending can be fun, but the main point is that they showcase your legs and other…assets, to the nines. Plus, they feel fucking great against your Dom‘s skin when he‘s shagging you. Give‘em a try.”
So he had, having to admit - if only to himself that they felt just as great on his skin as Ash had thought they would against Brian’s. Plus, there was something about the cling and pressure running up his legs and inner thighs that had him feeling a bit restless.
Michael was bare to the waist; his sex already partially full from the contrasting sensation of the silk and the constriction of the boots. Then at his waist, more leather. Tied in just so, he wore of all things - a corset. Or as Ashton had described it, an under-bust - ha ha - steel-boned - double ha ha - corset in black leather. A continuing theme, of course. With silver buckles in front, a match to Michael’s boots - and laces in the rear.
Ashton’s fervor for the thing had Michael laughing so hard, it was a job just to get the ties done. The Englishman’s teasing, “Suck it good, suck right,” hadn’t helped. But once it was over, Michael had actually been intrigued by the feel of it.
“I thought these things were suppose to be too tight to move in. It doesn’t feel that bad.”
“That’s because you’re wearing it for the look, rather than the cinch. Believe me, I held back on lacing it up since your waist is tiny enough to do half the work in advance. Besides, you‘ll need room to breath given Brian‘s usual effect on you.” The last comment had Michael sticking out his tongue, which ended with Ashton staring at him in surprise, “Good lord, man. That thing’s long enough to be lethal. No wonder Brian‘s in love.”
Michael couldn’t help but flush, giving Ashton a small shove as the other man smiled.
The last items added, in addition to the cuffs Michael had already been wearing, were two arm bands, black nail polish and something that had Michael switching his eyes from Ashton’s hands to his face and back to his hands again. A collar, the leather smooth with a silver ring set dead center - about three inches in height, that laced in the back.
Seeing Michael’s look, Ashton said, “It’s a posture collar. This one is only for show, but the real ones are taller. Made to keep a sub from lowering the head, or ducking the chin. It can act as another form of bondage, of control.”
Mouth a little dry, Michael took the collar in hand. Running his fingers over it, he said, “Brian told me he’s going to collar me.”
“That’s wonderful, Michael. Has he said when?” As Michael shook his head, Ashton added, “I remember when Declan gave me his; it was one of the best days of my life.”
Michael’s curiosity drove him to ask, “Do you still wear it now that you have the tattoos? I haven’t seen you wear one since we’ve been here?”
Ash smiled, his eyes shining with life. “Yes, you have. I’ve been wearing it all along. Or rather, them.”
Seeing Ashton’s gesture towards his chest, Michael’s mouth dropped. “Your nipple rings?”
“That’s right.“ Ashton crooked his finger, inviting Michael in for a closer look. “You see, functionally, a Dom can choose any type of collar for their sub to wear. And often they get traded in and out depending on the scene and what games are being played. But symbolically, the collar can take on any form that’s desired. Many people choose something that can be worn more openly than this one,” he took the posture collar from Michael. “A ring, a necklace or unique alternatives like mine can be used to show the claim, or represent a Dom’s mark.”
Michael touched the metal circle closest to him, hesitating when Ash drew in a quick breath.
“Sorry, sensitive. Go ahead.”
Giving each a look, Michael found something that he’d missed before…. “They’re engraved.”
Voice low with emotion, Ashton said, “With Declan‘s name. So it’s like I have him with me, every moment of the day.” Raising his wrists up, “Even before I got these.”
Michael stepped back, asking, “Did he go with you to get them put in?”
Smiling again, Ashton answered, “Michael, collars are put in place by the one giving the gift.” Touching his chest, “Declan did the piercings himself.”
All Michael could manage to say was, “Wow,” too wrapped up in the image to manage much more.
With a laugh, Ashton held up the posture collar. “So, wanna give this one a try? Just for tonight, till Brian gets his butt in gear for the more permanent one.”
After the ties were done in the back, Michael took a breath and turned his head to test the give. Expecting it to be uncomfortable, he found instead that the leather felt good against his skin. That it seemed to carry a presence, in addition to the weight. Raising his fingers to touch it, Michael closed his eyes to focus on the sensation. Thinking about how Brian’s would feel, whatever form it would take.
He wasn’t aware that he’d gotten lost in the mix until Ashton’s voice drew his attention back, “Now for the finishing touches.”
“And what are those?”
Shooting Michael a look that could only bode of wicked intent, Ash said, “Hair and makeup, of course.”
“Ohhh, shit.”
Standing in front of the mirror a good while later, Michael could only stare in wonder at the effect. “If you weren’t such a good artist, I’d say you missed your true calling. I look like something out of a video.”
“Close, try Goth meets ‘Velvet Goldmine.’ But still you.”
Michael’s black hair had been worked into a disheveled but artful chaos, spiky and gelled to shine. But with a difference - silver streaks combed in throughout, a metallic sheen painstakingly brushed up from his hairline and then blended in till it was lost within his natural darkness. Glam rock style, matching the silver and black that held through the rest of what he wore.
The colors were then coordinated to completion, carried full circle in the artistic rendering of Michael’s face.
No foundation used, his skin had only initially been touched-up using a translucent powder mixed with a small amount of silver shimmer. Traces so small that it only appeared noticeable when in direct light. Nothing that would alter Michael’s complexion, but instead acted as a primer for the rest of Ashton’s work - giving his face a vibrant glow.
Next, Ash had added a light dove gray power along the under line of Michael’s chin and jaws, also to his cheeks - skillfully working it in to build up the contours of Michael’s face, giving him a sharper profile that drew the viewer’s gaze to his mouth.
But the last, the best were Michael’s eyes. Dark on dark, then drawn in and lined with light. Charcoal shadow circled each eye, the underside faded out by Ashton’s brush, leaving a smoky blur and the upper lid dark, deep, looking as if the only break between Michael’s iris and it was the white of his eyes. That is until Ash added the rest. Silver shadow at the corner of each, then drawn down lightly to fade away along the lines of his nose. The shadow was also added to the top of each eyelid, below his brows.
But the key, the kicker that won the look was the final touch.
Michael’s eyes were silver lined, drawn to perfection with liquid eyeliner and a steady hand. Outlined, top and bottom, but with a last flair as Ashton pulled out from the far corner of each eye - the lines ending only once they’d melded with the metallic sheen worked into Michael’s hair.
“Brian won’t know what hit him.”
Michael smiled at Ashton’s words, thinking Brian wouldn’t be the only one feeling stunned. “Declan won’t either when he gets a looked at you.”
“That is the idea.”
Ashton’s role for the evening’s entertainment was a play on his everyday status as Declan’s slave. He was dressed in a mix of tribal slave meets Roman warrior. Or rather, by the design of his clothing, a gladiator. Who had been, as Ashton was quick to point out, slaves.
Hair brushed to frame his face, he wore a hammered metal band across his forehead. Matching metal arm cuffs, six inches long, fastened to each wrist - covering his tattoos from view. No makeup, but carrying a rougher look. Unshaven, his stubble running dark over the line of his jaw and chin.
Wearing a harness, the black straps crisscrossed and joined at the center of his chest by a metal O-ring. Around Ashton’s hips, the item that made the theme of his outfit. A skirt, short and black - gladiator style. The leather was square cut, split at the hip with just a hint of his thigh showing through on the side. A big heavy belt buckled at his waist. His feet sandaled with black cords wrapped up his legs to the knees.
Michael had called foul, asking why Ashton got to cover up the goods. Only to have Ashton give a turn, to show that not only was the skirt short - he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Dec likes easy access. Now give us a hand….”
With Michael’s help, Ashton had added the last detail. The tribal spirit to his gladiator slave….
Down the side of his right arm, Ash was marked by lines of black fire. Body paint sprayed on using templates, the design carried across his skin like reaching flames. Covering the length of his bicep, over his collarbone and up the side of his neck.
Standing side by side, Ashton and Michael’s eyes locked in the glass. A smile spreading from one to the next. A knowing expression on their faces.
Both thinking, let the evening begin….
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“Bloody hell.” Declan’s words were low and intimate as he added, “You’ll be the death of me, looking like that.”
Eyes lowered in the presence of the man to whom he belonged, Ash asked softly, “Do I please you, Master?”
“Everyday, Darkling. Everyday. And tonight,” giving Ashton another look, “very well.”
The two men were standing by the entrance into the dining room, under the stone archway at close quarters. Michael stayed a step behind, having come down the stairs with Ashton, only to hold back when he saw Declan leaning in the doorway awaiting them both. Playing witness, he watched as both men saw each other for the first time that night. Watched and wondered if Brian would look as hunger-struck as Declan did.
Not that Ashton was any less affected by the sight of Declan dressed in black tie. Custom-made Saville Row, circa 1965. The tux was classic, complete with French cuffs, silk lapels and bowtie. The style pure Bond, Sean Connery in “Dr. No.” Tailored for Declan’s body, sleek and sharp against his skin. Strikingly offset by his hair.
It was several long moments later before Declan turned his eyes from Ashton to Michael. Too caught up in how his lover looked to shift his notice; not before letting his gaze wander, and hands touch. Ash’s new faux tattoo was of particular interest by the look on his face. His delight evident as his fingers continued to brush lightly over the dark design.
When at last he did look, Declan gave Michael a soft whistle and a grin. “Fantastic, Michael. You’ll serve your Dom’s pleasure well looking like that.” Turning to Ash, he said, “You have him fitting the role to perfection.”
Michael asked, “What role am I suppose to fit?”
Not answering right away, Declan gave Michael a long surmising look. His eyes traveling over Michael’s body from feet to face, their heat causing Michael’s face to warm as Declan answered, “A rich man’s fantasy made flesh, Michael. Exotic, seductive, something to crave.” Taking Ashton’s arm, he indicated that Michael should go before them into the dining room. “He’s already inside.”
Taking a deep breath, Michael braved each step through the door.
The room was lit in a warm muted glow, candles burning throughout - vanilla and spice lingering faintly in the air. The table was set with four place settings, though now he knew only two would be used. There were antique leather high-back chairs at either end, armless and strong; serving as each Dom’s power position on an evening of equals who looked to be served. And for atmosphere, there was music sounding softly - nothing jarring or too melodic. Something, instead, that played its own games with the listener’s senses. A sensual rhythmic baseline that swayed through the room like an undercurrent of incitement. Of sex….
But for all the effort that he and Ashton had given to build the mood, Michael hadn’t ears or eyes for his surroundings; his eyes having found what they most wanted to see.
Brian….
Standing across the way, staring out the window with his back to the room, he didn’t move when Michael entered. Seemingly too lost in thought to have noticed he wasn’t alone.
As Michael neared, his boots sounded on the polished stone floor - signaling Brian to look around.
For Michael, it was one of the longer moments of his life. As if he were somehow outside himself watching as the seconds flew by…. And then as Brian turned and Michael saw him for the first time in what seemed like days rather than hours, it was all Michael could do to keep his heart in his chest.
“Brian.” Said with reverence, Michael’s gasp was but a small measure of his awe.
Black on black, Brian stood gorgeous and dark. The clothing new, picked for just tonight on a side trip during his day back in Pittsburgh; he stood draped in Armani. Tuxedo trousers topping black leather shoes. An open-collared black silk shirt worn beneath the best article of all - his jacket. Black velvet, single breasted with silk lapels - it was stylish, cut to conform to the man like a second skin; one that begged to be touched.
The overall look, an experience - a gift. Leaving Michael feeling amazed, as if he were looking at someone too beautiful to be true.
And Brian, seeing Michael in turn, was left staring without a word.
The silence loomed as Michael began to notice Brian’s lack of reaction. Self-consciousness hitting him like a blow. Was it too much, had he made a mistake to try? Dropping his eyes, Michael’s excitement waned as he waited; afraid that the only role he had played was that of the fool.
Unaware of the turmoil he’d caused, Brian continued to look. To take the image of Michael inside himself in great detail. Inch by inch as his eyes roamed, until standing still wasn’t enough and he began to circle Michael as he stood in the light. One revolution, two - eyes traveling, feet getting faster as Brian moved around Michael from front to back, back to front. Seeing all that Michael would give, had done and would do to please him.
On the verge of going for the door, Michael’s world suddenly tilted in a rush as he was pulled back. Held firm, and made to know intimately just how he’d made Brian feel.
Control thrown down, Brian took Michael to him - his hold rough, his need strong. Writ for all to see as he took Michael’s mouth with his own. The kiss hungry and hot as it heralded his response to Michael’s new look.
“God, Michael.” The words pushed into the heat of Michael’s mouth as Brian fought to breathe; his voice a tattered thing as he murmured against Michael‘s lips, “You’re fantastic.”
Swept up in the blitz of Brian’s kiss, his touch and the feel of him velvet and strong, Michael could only reach up for more. Opening his mouth in offer, as both men fed. Clinging hands moved; Michael’s over the purring smoothness of Brian’s back, as Brian dropped his to pull them closer before letting his fingers trail over Michael’s thighs. Groaning aloud as he felt the silk of the hose warmed by the heat of Michael’s skin underneath.
Breaking away, Brian whispered, “I could lay you down right here.” Taking Michael’s hand, he brought it to his groin. “Feel what you do to me.” He focused his eyes on the scarlet blush of Michael’s mouth, dark from use. “One look, just one. And I’m hard enough to hurt.”
The fullness under his palm was echoed in Michael own flesh; his body having responded to the man he wanted most. In kind with the passion they equally inspired. He looked up at Brian and smiled, “Seeing you like this, I’d probably let you.” He was teasing, but the warmth of his cheeks and the call of his own body’s need spoke to there being some truth behind his words.
Brian grinned, shaking his head. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Now, now,” Ashton admonished as he came into the room. “Wouldn’t do to spoil dinner with dessert.”
Brian broke out in a laugh, “Get a load of you.”
Michael laughed, too. Unable to help it when he saw the look Ashton shot Brian, before the Englishman gave a full fashion turn.
Sitting at the table, Declan called their attention. “Gentlemen, tick tock.”
Giving Brian and Michael a whisper, “I fucking love it when he gets all Dom and demanding,” Ashton crossed to the table, “Coming, Master.”
Brian shifted to adjust himself, giving Michael a rueful glance. “I could think of better things to eat right now. But given the way you look, I’m going to need my strength. Shall we?”
Feeling a little anxious for dinner to be done himself, Michael agreed. But not without exhibiting his growing confidence. Giving Brian a dark look over his shoulder as he turned, Michael answered, “As Sir wishes.” Then grinning, he strode across the room - knowing Brian would appreciate the view.
Which he did, as evidenced by Brian’s groaned, “Fuck me,” sounding at his back.
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Dinner commenced with Michael and Ash giving service, course for course. It wasn’t so different from Michael’s other foray into food service, complete with nudity and being felt up. But considering it was Brian, his lover, that he was waiting on, the meal proved much more interesting.
Between each couple, there were enough roaming touches and held looks to keep the sexual tension humming throughout. Until, finally - they were done. Dishes stripped, candles burning low and music still in the background.
“Come here to me.” Declan held out his hand, pulling Ash to stand between his spread legs. Standing, he crowded his slave back until Ash was caught between the hard unforgiving table and the line of his Master’s body. Back still more until he was made to sit on the table as Declan pushed open his thighs. “Time to fill another appetite, Darkling.”
Ashton moaned as Declan kissed him, the Irishman’s hand moving under the leather of Ash’s skirt as the other trapped him with a grip in Ashton‘s hair.
“And guess who just became dessert….” Brian’s voice in Michael’s ear caused him to start, before he leaned into his arms. Held back to front as they stood together, the two playing spectators as the view grew more and more intense.
Words a little shaky, Michael murmured, “His or yours?”
“Oh, I think I could grab a bite.” Brian gave Michael’s collarbone a nip, pressing his teeth in gently just below the black leather tied round Michael’s throat, his lips working the line of the smaller man’s shoulder as Brian reached up and began to pull open the laces on the back of the corset.
“You feel that, feel it burning through you.” Declan’s voice carried, though his focus never strayed from Ashton’s panting form. “You’re so hot, and hard in my hand.” Pushing Ash down, Declan followed until he had him laid out over the table - a spread of sex and man.
Leaning over him, still grounded on his feet, Declan brought his mouth to Ashton’s chest and took the closest ring between his teeth. A little pull, a sweep of tongue, a wash of lips tormenting the sensitive nipple as it stood erect, point and counter point to the stroking of Declan’s knowing hand. And still the other hand locked in his hair, holding him down, guiding him to accept Declan’s designs.
Gasping as the last of his ties were undone, Michael shivered as the leather fell to the floor. Kicked away by Brian’s foot; followed hard upon by the soft rustle of velvet hitting wood - Brian’s jacket thrown onto the table. And then Michael was again against him, held there as Brian’s hands followed the pale rose indentations left barely visible across his skin. Rolling Michael’s nipples until he was moaning too, his sounds mixing with Ashton’s as the two men were tuned, and turned on.
Circling against Michael’s behind, Brian dropped to hold him still with an arm around his waist and the other running up, then down Michael’s thighs. Ever near, but ever far from touching him the way Declan was touching Ash. “I’m watching you, Michael. Watching you watching them. Your face changes the more I touch you, the closer you get. It’s like you darken and shine at the same time.” Proving his words as he took Michael’s hard-on into his hand; the hunger growing there as Michael clutched at Brian’s hips - a desperate reach to steady himself as the pleasure dawned through his veins.
And just as quickly given, it was taken away as Brian pulled his hand away. “Easy, easy. Not yet. God, not yet.” The words gruff, showing Brian’s own weakening hinge on his desire. “Stop moving and watch.”
Michael, not having been aware that he was grinding slowly back against Brian’s cloth-covered cock, managed to hold himself still. But only with an effort of will. Caught up in his own desire, Brian’s at his back and the view unfolding before their eyes.
“Please. Ahhh, fuck. Master, please.” Rambling forth in a rush, Ashton writhed - begging so sweet, but with due cause as Declan was now crouching low between his legs. Mouth engaged, leather rucked to his lover’s waist - he was taking Ash inside himself one inch at a time, playing the length over his tongue. Pushing Ash closer and closer, but never letting him go far enough.
Yanking his coat off, Declan didn’t miss a beat as he pulled the tie free. The black strip floating to the floor; Declan’s white shirt soon to follow. He rose, bared to the waist, and covered Ash’s body to catch another kiss. Quick to pull free when Ashton reach for him with clinging hands. “No touching. Cross your wrists over your head.”
After Ash had complied, Declan reached down between them. Hand fast at work, while his other held Ashton still with a firm grip at the back of his neck. “You’re like my own private warrior, held under hand. Mine to have, mine to take. Uhhnn, fuck.” One push, one drive forward and there ended any mystery as to what he’d been doing out of sight. Declan trusting as Ashton cried out, arching up into the senseless sensation of submission - both in body and in mind.
It was fast; it was wild - it was sweat and heat and slapping flesh. Two men locked in getting more, deeper, faster, now. Ashton’s legs wrapped around Declan’s back, his hands clutching the end of the table as he groaned and shook. Declan’s face somewhere between a scowl and a grin, still beautiful in his fierceness. Masterful in his need.
Until his need mastered them both….
Shaking, Michael moaned in sympathetic envy as Declan and Ash collapsed in the aftermath of coming. Both lost to the room, as they shook and clung tight. Their cries still ringing in his head, he turned into the line of Brian’s body and circled his arm at Brian’s waist. Michael’s free hand dropped down to close over the hard-on beneath Brian’s pants. Raising he face, meeting his lover’s eyes, he breathed out his most prevalent request. “Please….” Knowing that it wasn’t a matter of permission any longer, the word instead acting as a spark to incense Brian to act.
Unable to think past what they’d witnessed, and the must have, take-take-take-him vibe screaming through his blood - Brian took Michael’s eager hand from his groin, and pulled him fast through the room to the door. Practically barking out, “Where….”
Only to have Michael pulled against his hold, turning them in a new direction. “Here.”
The great room….
Home to more than one make-out session, each having ended before they’d gone too far. Now, tonight, the perfect spot in Michael’s mind for more of having it all. Giving it all, over and in.
A fast toss of a throw in front of the fire, and Michael was kneeling at Brian’s feet, pulling open his pants.
“You look like you wanna eat me alive.” Brian stood tall above him, the same expression in his eyes as Michael. And then he wasn’t talking at all, as Michael jerked the pants down his legs and zeroed in on driving him insane.
Moments later, like a span of missing time, Brian found himself fully naked on his back with Michael sitting astride his hips. Looking like some fey creature sent to suck the life out of him - a talent he had the power to do considering how fast he’d had Brian quaking in a slide to the floor, Michael was all Brian could see. And all he needed to know as Michael reached inside his boot and pulled a square packet out for Brian to see.
Grabbing Brian’s hand, Michael licked his fingers. Wetting them as Brian groaned, then brought them around and down. “Feel me.” Michael kissed him, before adding, “Inside me.”
One, two - the way slick, open. Brian closed his eyes, a smile crossing his face. “I never would have made it through the meal if I’d known.” Opening his eyes again at the feel of Michael’s hands rolling the condom down his cock, Brian arched his hips and grabbed Michael tight. “Come here, you.”
Flipping them round, Brian pressed Michael to the floor and spread his thighs wide. Holding Michael’s legs open as he pushed inside. His cock thrusting into Michael’s body as Michael grunted low; the press and pressure consuming him as he was filled again and again. The pace building quickly as the night culminated in primal thrusts and wanton cries.
Michael thrashed as Brian jerked him close; the larger man pulling Michael up from the floor. Settling him over his lap, Brian sat back on his legs with Michael kneeling over his thighs. “Ride me, fucking ride me till you come.”
Holding onto Brian’s shoulders, Michael did as told - gasping out Brian’s name as he rose and fell, rose and fell. Pushing himself onto Brian’s hard flesh in a rhythm that flowed and then grew disjointed as both men shuddered; Michael from the hot rush of his come as it spurted out across Brian’s skin and his own hand, Brian from the vice clench of Michael’s body that pulled him with force over into bliss.
A long while later, Brian eased from Michael, grunting as he disengaged. “You make me come so hard, I feel like I could bust a nut.” His chuckle blended with Michael’s laugh, as Brian lay down at Michael’s side. His eyes following over Michael’s face and form; taking in the wrecked hose, the semen slicked curve of his sex, the flush that followed down Michael’s chest, and the makeup smudged and half worn away by sweat. Only one thing out of place; one object that Brian felt had to be removed….
Reaching under the curve of Michael’s neck, Brian pulled the ties free on the posture collar. He threw it to the side and rubbed his hand along the line of Michael’s throat, enjoying Michael’s pleased sigh. “It’s going to be tomorrow, Michael.”
Voice rough, hoarse from before, Michael asked, “What’s tomorrow?”
Leaning in, Brian pressed his mouth to Michael’s ear and answered in a whisper. Giving a reminder of what he’d promised just the morning before, “1-2-3.…” Drawing back, he placed his lips over the soft skin at the base of Michael’s throat - kissing him there again and again as Michael ran his fingers through Brian’s hair.
A soft, “oh,” escaping Michael before he closed his eyes and was pulled into another kiss.
tbc - Part 10...
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xof
Title: “Encompassed…” - Part 9
Author: xof
Feedback: xof1013@gmail.com
Rating: NC-17 (Very, very….lol)
Pairing: Brian/Michael, Declan/Ashton (OMC/OMC)
Genre: First Time, Drama, Angst
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, but damn it’s fun imagining I do…. My two OMC’s are mine, even though Alexis would like it very much if I’d allow them to visit her house…lol.
Status: Complete, but will be posted in 11 parts. (over 126 pages total)
Archive: ATP, Always, yes.
Summary: An exploration of Michael’s submissive nature, and Brian’s resulting claim. With a little help from two new friends….
Timeline: Set after the finale of Season Two, varying irrevocably onward from there.
Pairing Note: This is very much a Brian/Michael story. However, I have created two original characters based on (and only on) the physical appearance of the actors Aidan Gillen and Craig Kelly. My OMC’s are not meant to represent the actual actors or any of their onscreen roles.
Notes: This baby took 8 months to write, and is in fact my 50th posted story. Its length and those facts are all milestones for me, so I hope you enjoy. It drove me crazy, it wore me down and built me back up again. Tremendous gratitude to Alexis for being there through its creation, always encouraging and giving her two cents - and for the fabulous beta and preface. Thanks to Mistress Teri, for letting me pick her head and helping me round out the concept at the beginning. And to the ladies who had a very small peek early on, hope you like the end result, hugs.
Additional Notes: To be found at the end of the fic. Will include links to name origins, and to pictures I found inspiring - including clothing and toys.
Warnings: Deals with the subject of Dominance/submission, and bondage. However, it is a story of love and sensual play. There is no S/M activity between Brian and Michael, which means no PAIN. There is one scene in part one that does touch on S/M, but it’s built off of a scene shown in canon - nothing too heavy at all. Our boys only act as witnesses to it. So I encourage readers to take a chance and follow our boys as they rediscover each other, and themselves, in this new way.
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Part 9
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“No fucking way! You didn’t….”
“Oh, I did,” Ashton answered. “Within minutes of seeing Dec for the first time, I was on my knees offering him anything he wanted. For as long as he would have me.”
Michael stared after him as Ash moved rapidly around the kitchen; the trappings of their coming evening meal spread out all around. “You mean like for a one off? Or….”
Wiping his wet hands on his sweatpants, Ash turned to Michael and leaned against the sink. “I mean that I saw him, wanted him and gave myself to him in less than half an hour.” Grinning at Michael, he added, “Your eyes get any bigger, you’ll be an owl.”
Michael shook his head, “You could have…. That was….”
“Completely irrational and dangerous? I know. But bugger me, have you SEEN the man? I didn’t even have to bend at the knee to reach the floor; one gander and I spilled at his feet.”
Cracking up, Michael said, “You’re either very brave, or - what is it you say, off your head?”
Ashton rejoined with, “Mental, mad as a moose.” He winked, “Good thing he turned out to be going for his psych degree.” Coming round the island, Ash added, “But to put it into context, it’s easier to understand once you know we were at a scene party when we met. That, and the bastard made me wait ages before he said yes. I fucking had to court my own Dom.”
The incredulous expression on Ashton’s face was the last Michael could take, he began to giggle. Hugging his waist with one arm, he covered his mouth with the sleeve of the sweater he was wearing. Brian’s, again. The two subs having been allowed to dress while preparing for the evening’s scene.
“That’s right, laugh it up. But I’ll have you know it was the worst case of prolonged blue-balls I’ve had in my life.” He was smiling as he said it, giving Michael a shudder to emphasis his former agony.
Once they had settled down, Ashton gave the kitchen a final look-see and then turned to Michael. “I’ll throw the main dish into the warmer, the rest will keep until time. Wanna grab a few sandwiches before we head up to get ready?”
Michael frowned, “Why would we eat only a couple hours before dinner?”
Gently, Ashton said, “Michael. Tonight isn’t an ordinary sit-down meal. And it’s a lot more than the one we had your first night here. Dec and Brian will eat, but we won’t. We eat once the scene is done, after we serve them.”
Feeling nervous, Michael asked, “What are we supposed to do?”
Ashton leaned in and whispered, “Please them. Please them very much.” Giving Michael a teasing hair tussle, he added, “Don’t worry. For the majority of the night, it’ll be along the line of looking good and playing waiter. Only with a hands-on policy, rather than a hands-off.”
“And after that?”
“We’re dessert.”
Turning away before Michael could reply, Ashton opened the refrigerator and started pulling out cold cuts and cheese. Handing them off into Michael’s hands before he had a chance to think too hard on what being dessert could possibly entail.
Michael was crossing over to the island with arms loaded when Ashton began whistling softly to himself. The tune familiar, it only took Michael a moment to realize what song it was. Back to laughing, Michael began making their snack - the melody of “Let’s Me Entertain You” resonating through the room.
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Setting the phone back into the cradle, Declan turned to find Brian standing across the room. “He said it won’t be a problem. It’ll be finished by tomorrow.” Pushing back from his desk, Declan crossed his office and sat on the widow seat. Drawing his legs up, he hugged his knees and looked over to where Brian was perusing the book shelves that lined the walls. “Seems the design you gave him inspired him enough to be half done already. That’s quick work for a man that busy.”
Lips quirky, Brian said, “That and the increased incentive that his bonus would dwindle in the double figures each day it took him to finish.”
“Hmm, you do seem the good tipper type.”
“I’m the best, hand over foot. Too many years of watching Michael’s mother slaving over grease and slop, not to….” Brian grew serious, quiet.
Seeing the change in Brian’s mood, Declan ventured to ask, “We haven’t talked about family in all this. How do you think they’ll react to you and Michael’s relationship? Now that you’re lovers as well as friends.”
Brian snorted, “Before or after his mom tries to turn me into a eunuch?” Leaning back against the wall, he stood with hands in his pockets and ankles crossed - giving the dreaded topic some thought. “She’ll come around, but it’ll take time. She’s known me too long not to keep doubting.” With a wry smile, he continued. “Our friends, too. I‘ve lived my legend too well.”
Declan nodded, “So you think there’ll be a built-in expectation for failure.”
“In a word, yes.”
Grinning now, Declan said, “I doubt you’ve lived your life and gained all you have by simply living within the outlines of others’ expectations. You’re an outside the box thinker, if ever I saw one.”
Brian chuckled. Considering Declan’s disposition, he knew it was a compliment. Like recognizing like.
Declan nodded to the clock, “Dinner starts in about an hour. Meet me in the foyer after you’ve dressed.“
Brian turned to go, crossing to the door only to look back. Answering Declan‘s first question before he left the room, “Ultimately, it comes down to me and Michael. Everyone else can either deal and be happy for us, or they can fuck off. He’s the only family I need.”
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“Well, what do you think?”
Voice hushed, a little disbelieving, Michael answered. “I, uhmm. I can’t say that he and I have ever met.”
Ashton cracked up, “Well, let me introduce you to the man it took me a half hour to talk INTO his clothes.”
Michael shook his head, “More like it took you a half hour to tie all the laces.”
“Well worth the effort, if I do say so. You look absolutely amazing. It’s off the charts how hot you’ll look to Brian.”
Eyes locked on his own reflection, Michael continued to stare into the mirror. Stunned…. He raised his hands, only to have them slapped away.
“Do not touch your hair; the gel isn’t dry yet. And no mussing up your face. It’s perfection as it is.” Ashton’s voice was admonishing, but his eyes merry. He was obviously well satisfied with Michael’s look. Admiring the end result of his work…. “Come give us a turn in front of the mirror for the full effect.”
Standing before the glass, Michael marveled at the image looking back. It was him, but also not. Or rather him with a difference. “How can you feel more naked wearing clothes than you do without?”
Coming round to stand at his back, Ashton answered, “Because it’s illicit, having your body framed like this. Showing all the naughty bits, while covering the rest.” He caught the look on Michael’s face, then said seriously, “Don’t feel so self-conscious. It’s going to drive Brian wild.”
It took a moment, and then slowly a smile broke over Michael’s full lips. Anticipation growing as he looked at himself with new eyes.
From bottom to top, Michael’s gaze traveled up. He was wearing boots, black leather, matte. They covered his legs, ending just below his knees - fitted and fastened with small silver buckles up his shins. Sharp looking, they weren’t unusual really. What was unusual were the items Michael was wearing under them, above them.
Stockings, silk, sheer and dark. Thigh-highs clinging to his legs, with black seams down the back. Topped by black bands encircling each thigh, holding firm about four inches below Michael’s ass. They had been the first items on, and the first Michael had raised an eyebrow at….
Until Ashton had explained, “Rule one of scene wear: there are no rules. A little gender bending can be fun, but the main point is that they showcase your legs and other…assets, to the nines. Plus, they feel fucking great against your Dom‘s skin when he‘s shagging you. Give‘em a try.”
So he had, having to admit - if only to himself that they felt just as great on his skin as Ash had thought they would against Brian’s. Plus, there was something about the cling and pressure running up his legs and inner thighs that had him feeling a bit restless.
Michael was bare to the waist; his sex already partially full from the contrasting sensation of the silk and the constriction of the boots. Then at his waist, more leather. Tied in just so, he wore of all things - a corset. Or as Ashton had described it, an under-bust - ha ha - steel-boned - double ha ha - corset in black leather. A continuing theme, of course. With silver buckles in front, a match to Michael’s boots - and laces in the rear.
Ashton’s fervor for the thing had Michael laughing so hard, it was a job just to get the ties done. The Englishman’s teasing, “Suck it good, suck right,” hadn’t helped. But once it was over, Michael had actually been intrigued by the feel of it.
“I thought these things were suppose to be too tight to move in. It doesn’t feel that bad.”
“That’s because you’re wearing it for the look, rather than the cinch. Believe me, I held back on lacing it up since your waist is tiny enough to do half the work in advance. Besides, you‘ll need room to breath given Brian‘s usual effect on you.” The last comment had Michael sticking out his tongue, which ended with Ashton staring at him in surprise, “Good lord, man. That thing’s long enough to be lethal. No wonder Brian‘s in love.”
Michael couldn’t help but flush, giving Ashton a small shove as the other man smiled.
The last items added, in addition to the cuffs Michael had already been wearing, were two arm bands, black nail polish and something that had Michael switching his eyes from Ashton’s hands to his face and back to his hands again. A collar, the leather smooth with a silver ring set dead center - about three inches in height, that laced in the back.
Seeing Michael’s look, Ashton said, “It’s a posture collar. This one is only for show, but the real ones are taller. Made to keep a sub from lowering the head, or ducking the chin. It can act as another form of bondage, of control.”
Mouth a little dry, Michael took the collar in hand. Running his fingers over it, he said, “Brian told me he’s going to collar me.”
“That’s wonderful, Michael. Has he said when?” As Michael shook his head, Ashton added, “I remember when Declan gave me his; it was one of the best days of my life.”
Michael’s curiosity drove him to ask, “Do you still wear it now that you have the tattoos? I haven’t seen you wear one since we’ve been here?”
Ash smiled, his eyes shining with life. “Yes, you have. I’ve been wearing it all along. Or rather, them.”
Seeing Ashton’s gesture towards his chest, Michael’s mouth dropped. “Your nipple rings?”
“That’s right.“ Ashton crooked his finger, inviting Michael in for a closer look. “You see, functionally, a Dom can choose any type of collar for their sub to wear. And often they get traded in and out depending on the scene and what games are being played. But symbolically, the collar can take on any form that’s desired. Many people choose something that can be worn more openly than this one,” he took the posture collar from Michael. “A ring, a necklace or unique alternatives like mine can be used to show the claim, or represent a Dom’s mark.”
Michael touched the metal circle closest to him, hesitating when Ash drew in a quick breath.
“Sorry, sensitive. Go ahead.”
Giving each a look, Michael found something that he’d missed before…. “They’re engraved.”
Voice low with emotion, Ashton said, “With Declan‘s name. So it’s like I have him with me, every moment of the day.” Raising his wrists up, “Even before I got these.”
Michael stepped back, asking, “Did he go with you to get them put in?”
Smiling again, Ashton answered, “Michael, collars are put in place by the one giving the gift.” Touching his chest, “Declan did the piercings himself.”
All Michael could manage to say was, “Wow,” too wrapped up in the image to manage much more.
With a laugh, Ashton held up the posture collar. “So, wanna give this one a try? Just for tonight, till Brian gets his butt in gear for the more permanent one.”
After the ties were done in the back, Michael took a breath and turned his head to test the give. Expecting it to be uncomfortable, he found instead that the leather felt good against his skin. That it seemed to carry a presence, in addition to the weight. Raising his fingers to touch it, Michael closed his eyes to focus on the sensation. Thinking about how Brian’s would feel, whatever form it would take.
He wasn’t aware that he’d gotten lost in the mix until Ashton’s voice drew his attention back, “Now for the finishing touches.”
“And what are those?”
Shooting Michael a look that could only bode of wicked intent, Ash said, “Hair and makeup, of course.”
“Ohhh, shit.”
Standing in front of the mirror a good while later, Michael could only stare in wonder at the effect. “If you weren’t such a good artist, I’d say you missed your true calling. I look like something out of a video.”
“Close, try Goth meets ‘Velvet Goldmine.’ But still you.”
Michael’s black hair had been worked into a disheveled but artful chaos, spiky and gelled to shine. But with a difference - silver streaks combed in throughout, a metallic sheen painstakingly brushed up from his hairline and then blended in till it was lost within his natural darkness. Glam rock style, matching the silver and black that held through the rest of what he wore.
The colors were then coordinated to completion, carried full circle in the artistic rendering of Michael’s face.
No foundation used, his skin had only initially been touched-up using a translucent powder mixed with a small amount of silver shimmer. Traces so small that it only appeared noticeable when in direct light. Nothing that would alter Michael’s complexion, but instead acted as a primer for the rest of Ashton’s work - giving his face a vibrant glow.
Next, Ash had added a light dove gray power along the under line of Michael’s chin and jaws, also to his cheeks - skillfully working it in to build up the contours of Michael’s face, giving him a sharper profile that drew the viewer’s gaze to his mouth.
But the last, the best were Michael’s eyes. Dark on dark, then drawn in and lined with light. Charcoal shadow circled each eye, the underside faded out by Ashton’s brush, leaving a smoky blur and the upper lid dark, deep, looking as if the only break between Michael’s iris and it was the white of his eyes. That is until Ash added the rest. Silver shadow at the corner of each, then drawn down lightly to fade away along the lines of his nose. The shadow was also added to the top of each eyelid, below his brows.
But the key, the kicker that won the look was the final touch.
Michael’s eyes were silver lined, drawn to perfection with liquid eyeliner and a steady hand. Outlined, top and bottom, but with a last flair as Ashton pulled out from the far corner of each eye - the lines ending only once they’d melded with the metallic sheen worked into Michael’s hair.
“Brian won’t know what hit him.”
Michael smiled at Ashton’s words, thinking Brian wouldn’t be the only one feeling stunned. “Declan won’t either when he gets a looked at you.”
“That is the idea.”
Ashton’s role for the evening’s entertainment was a play on his everyday status as Declan’s slave. He was dressed in a mix of tribal slave meets Roman warrior. Or rather, by the design of his clothing, a gladiator. Who had been, as Ashton was quick to point out, slaves.
Hair brushed to frame his face, he wore a hammered metal band across his forehead. Matching metal arm cuffs, six inches long, fastened to each wrist - covering his tattoos from view. No makeup, but carrying a rougher look. Unshaven, his stubble running dark over the line of his jaw and chin.
Wearing a harness, the black straps crisscrossed and joined at the center of his chest by a metal O-ring. Around Ashton’s hips, the item that made the theme of his outfit. A skirt, short and black - gladiator style. The leather was square cut, split at the hip with just a hint of his thigh showing through on the side. A big heavy belt buckled at his waist. His feet sandaled with black cords wrapped up his legs to the knees.
Michael had called foul, asking why Ashton got to cover up the goods. Only to have Ashton give a turn, to show that not only was the skirt short - he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Dec likes easy access. Now give us a hand….”
With Michael’s help, Ashton had added the last detail. The tribal spirit to his gladiator slave….
Down the side of his right arm, Ash was marked by lines of black fire. Body paint sprayed on using templates, the design carried across his skin like reaching flames. Covering the length of his bicep, over his collarbone and up the side of his neck.
Standing side by side, Ashton and Michael’s eyes locked in the glass. A smile spreading from one to the next. A knowing expression on their faces.
Both thinking, let the evening begin….
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“Bloody hell.” Declan’s words were low and intimate as he added, “You’ll be the death of me, looking like that.”
Eyes lowered in the presence of the man to whom he belonged, Ash asked softly, “Do I please you, Master?”
“Everyday, Darkling. Everyday. And tonight,” giving Ashton another look, “very well.”
The two men were standing by the entrance into the dining room, under the stone archway at close quarters. Michael stayed a step behind, having come down the stairs with Ashton, only to hold back when he saw Declan leaning in the doorway awaiting them both. Playing witness, he watched as both men saw each other for the first time that night. Watched and wondered if Brian would look as hunger-struck as Declan did.
Not that Ashton was any less affected by the sight of Declan dressed in black tie. Custom-made Saville Row, circa 1965. The tux was classic, complete with French cuffs, silk lapels and bowtie. The style pure Bond, Sean Connery in “Dr. No.” Tailored for Declan’s body, sleek and sharp against his skin. Strikingly offset by his hair.
It was several long moments later before Declan turned his eyes from Ashton to Michael. Too caught up in how his lover looked to shift his notice; not before letting his gaze wander, and hands touch. Ash’s new faux tattoo was of particular interest by the look on his face. His delight evident as his fingers continued to brush lightly over the dark design.
When at last he did look, Declan gave Michael a soft whistle and a grin. “Fantastic, Michael. You’ll serve your Dom’s pleasure well looking like that.” Turning to Ash, he said, “You have him fitting the role to perfection.”
Michael asked, “What role am I suppose to fit?”
Not answering right away, Declan gave Michael a long surmising look. His eyes traveling over Michael’s body from feet to face, their heat causing Michael’s face to warm as Declan answered, “A rich man’s fantasy made flesh, Michael. Exotic, seductive, something to crave.” Taking Ashton’s arm, he indicated that Michael should go before them into the dining room. “He’s already inside.”
Taking a deep breath, Michael braved each step through the door.
The room was lit in a warm muted glow, candles burning throughout - vanilla and spice lingering faintly in the air. The table was set with four place settings, though now he knew only two would be used. There were antique leather high-back chairs at either end, armless and strong; serving as each Dom’s power position on an evening of equals who looked to be served. And for atmosphere, there was music sounding softly - nothing jarring or too melodic. Something, instead, that played its own games with the listener’s senses. A sensual rhythmic baseline that swayed through the room like an undercurrent of incitement. Of sex….
But for all the effort that he and Ashton had given to build the mood, Michael hadn’t ears or eyes for his surroundings; his eyes having found what they most wanted to see.
Brian….
Standing across the way, staring out the window with his back to the room, he didn’t move when Michael entered. Seemingly too lost in thought to have noticed he wasn’t alone.
As Michael neared, his boots sounded on the polished stone floor - signaling Brian to look around.
For Michael, it was one of the longer moments of his life. As if he were somehow outside himself watching as the seconds flew by…. And then as Brian turned and Michael saw him for the first time in what seemed like days rather than hours, it was all Michael could do to keep his heart in his chest.
“Brian.” Said with reverence, Michael’s gasp was but a small measure of his awe.
Black on black, Brian stood gorgeous and dark. The clothing new, picked for just tonight on a side trip during his day back in Pittsburgh; he stood draped in Armani. Tuxedo trousers topping black leather shoes. An open-collared black silk shirt worn beneath the best article of all - his jacket. Black velvet, single breasted with silk lapels - it was stylish, cut to conform to the man like a second skin; one that begged to be touched.
The overall look, an experience - a gift. Leaving Michael feeling amazed, as if he were looking at someone too beautiful to be true.
And Brian, seeing Michael in turn, was left staring without a word.
The silence loomed as Michael began to notice Brian’s lack of reaction. Self-consciousness hitting him like a blow. Was it too much, had he made a mistake to try? Dropping his eyes, Michael’s excitement waned as he waited; afraid that the only role he had played was that of the fool.
Unaware of the turmoil he’d caused, Brian continued to look. To take the image of Michael inside himself in great detail. Inch by inch as his eyes roamed, until standing still wasn’t enough and he began to circle Michael as he stood in the light. One revolution, two - eyes traveling, feet getting faster as Brian moved around Michael from front to back, back to front. Seeing all that Michael would give, had done and would do to please him.
On the verge of going for the door, Michael’s world suddenly tilted in a rush as he was pulled back. Held firm, and made to know intimately just how he’d made Brian feel.
Control thrown down, Brian took Michael to him - his hold rough, his need strong. Writ for all to see as he took Michael’s mouth with his own. The kiss hungry and hot as it heralded his response to Michael’s new look.
“God, Michael.” The words pushed into the heat of Michael’s mouth as Brian fought to breathe; his voice a tattered thing as he murmured against Michael‘s lips, “You’re fantastic.”
Swept up in the blitz of Brian’s kiss, his touch and the feel of him velvet and strong, Michael could only reach up for more. Opening his mouth in offer, as both men fed. Clinging hands moved; Michael’s over the purring smoothness of Brian’s back, as Brian dropped his to pull them closer before letting his fingers trail over Michael’s thighs. Groaning aloud as he felt the silk of the hose warmed by the heat of Michael’s skin underneath.
Breaking away, Brian whispered, “I could lay you down right here.” Taking Michael’s hand, he brought it to his groin. “Feel what you do to me.” He focused his eyes on the scarlet blush of Michael’s mouth, dark from use. “One look, just one. And I’m hard enough to hurt.”
The fullness under his palm was echoed in Michael own flesh; his body having responded to the man he wanted most. In kind with the passion they equally inspired. He looked up at Brian and smiled, “Seeing you like this, I’d probably let you.” He was teasing, but the warmth of his cheeks and the call of his own body’s need spoke to there being some truth behind his words.
Brian grinned, shaking his head. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Now, now,” Ashton admonished as he came into the room. “Wouldn’t do to spoil dinner with dessert.”
Brian broke out in a laugh, “Get a load of you.”
Michael laughed, too. Unable to help it when he saw the look Ashton shot Brian, before the Englishman gave a full fashion turn.
Sitting at the table, Declan called their attention. “Gentlemen, tick tock.”
Giving Brian and Michael a whisper, “I fucking love it when he gets all Dom and demanding,” Ashton crossed to the table, “Coming, Master.”
Brian shifted to adjust himself, giving Michael a rueful glance. “I could think of better things to eat right now. But given the way you look, I’m going to need my strength. Shall we?”
Feeling a little anxious for dinner to be done himself, Michael agreed. But not without exhibiting his growing confidence. Giving Brian a dark look over his shoulder as he turned, Michael answered, “As Sir wishes.” Then grinning, he strode across the room - knowing Brian would appreciate the view.
Which he did, as evidenced by Brian’s groaned, “Fuck me,” sounding at his back.
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Dinner commenced with Michael and Ash giving service, course for course. It wasn’t so different from Michael’s other foray into food service, complete with nudity and being felt up. But considering it was Brian, his lover, that he was waiting on, the meal proved much more interesting.
Between each couple, there were enough roaming touches and held looks to keep the sexual tension humming throughout. Until, finally - they were done. Dishes stripped, candles burning low and music still in the background.
“Come here to me.” Declan held out his hand, pulling Ash to stand between his spread legs. Standing, he crowded his slave back until Ash was caught between the hard unforgiving table and the line of his Master’s body. Back still more until he was made to sit on the table as Declan pushed open his thighs. “Time to fill another appetite, Darkling.”
Ashton moaned as Declan kissed him, the Irishman’s hand moving under the leather of Ash’s skirt as the other trapped him with a grip in Ashton‘s hair.
“And guess who just became dessert….” Brian’s voice in Michael’s ear caused him to start, before he leaned into his arms. Held back to front as they stood together, the two playing spectators as the view grew more and more intense.
Words a little shaky, Michael murmured, “His or yours?”
“Oh, I think I could grab a bite.” Brian gave Michael’s collarbone a nip, pressing his teeth in gently just below the black leather tied round Michael’s throat, his lips working the line of the smaller man’s shoulder as Brian reached up and began to pull open the laces on the back of the corset.
“You feel that, feel it burning through you.” Declan’s voice carried, though his focus never strayed from Ashton’s panting form. “You’re so hot, and hard in my hand.” Pushing Ash down, Declan followed until he had him laid out over the table - a spread of sex and man.
Leaning over him, still grounded on his feet, Declan brought his mouth to Ashton’s chest and took the closest ring between his teeth. A little pull, a sweep of tongue, a wash of lips tormenting the sensitive nipple as it stood erect, point and counter point to the stroking of Declan’s knowing hand. And still the other hand locked in his hair, holding him down, guiding him to accept Declan’s designs.
Gasping as the last of his ties were undone, Michael shivered as the leather fell to the floor. Kicked away by Brian’s foot; followed hard upon by the soft rustle of velvet hitting wood - Brian’s jacket thrown onto the table. And then Michael was again against him, held there as Brian’s hands followed the pale rose indentations left barely visible across his skin. Rolling Michael’s nipples until he was moaning too, his sounds mixing with Ashton’s as the two men were tuned, and turned on.
Circling against Michael’s behind, Brian dropped to hold him still with an arm around his waist and the other running up, then down Michael’s thighs. Ever near, but ever far from touching him the way Declan was touching Ash. “I’m watching you, Michael. Watching you watching them. Your face changes the more I touch you, the closer you get. It’s like you darken and shine at the same time.” Proving his words as he took Michael’s hard-on into his hand; the hunger growing there as Michael clutched at Brian’s hips - a desperate reach to steady himself as the pleasure dawned through his veins.
And just as quickly given, it was taken away as Brian pulled his hand away. “Easy, easy. Not yet. God, not yet.” The words gruff, showing Brian’s own weakening hinge on his desire. “Stop moving and watch.”
Michael, not having been aware that he was grinding slowly back against Brian’s cloth-covered cock, managed to hold himself still. But only with an effort of will. Caught up in his own desire, Brian’s at his back and the view unfolding before their eyes.
“Please. Ahhh, fuck. Master, please.” Rambling forth in a rush, Ashton writhed - begging so sweet, but with due cause as Declan was now crouching low between his legs. Mouth engaged, leather rucked to his lover’s waist - he was taking Ash inside himself one inch at a time, playing the length over his tongue. Pushing Ash closer and closer, but never letting him go far enough.
Yanking his coat off, Declan didn’t miss a beat as he pulled the tie free. The black strip floating to the floor; Declan’s white shirt soon to follow. He rose, bared to the waist, and covered Ash’s body to catch another kiss. Quick to pull free when Ashton reach for him with clinging hands. “No touching. Cross your wrists over your head.”
After Ash had complied, Declan reached down between them. Hand fast at work, while his other held Ashton still with a firm grip at the back of his neck. “You’re like my own private warrior, held under hand. Mine to have, mine to take. Uhhnn, fuck.” One push, one drive forward and there ended any mystery as to what he’d been doing out of sight. Declan trusting as Ashton cried out, arching up into the senseless sensation of submission - both in body and in mind.
It was fast; it was wild - it was sweat and heat and slapping flesh. Two men locked in getting more, deeper, faster, now. Ashton’s legs wrapped around Declan’s back, his hands clutching the end of the table as he groaned and shook. Declan’s face somewhere between a scowl and a grin, still beautiful in his fierceness. Masterful in his need.
Until his need mastered them both….
Shaking, Michael moaned in sympathetic envy as Declan and Ash collapsed in the aftermath of coming. Both lost to the room, as they shook and clung tight. Their cries still ringing in his head, he turned into the line of Brian’s body and circled his arm at Brian’s waist. Michael’s free hand dropped down to close over the hard-on beneath Brian’s pants. Raising he face, meeting his lover’s eyes, he breathed out his most prevalent request. “Please….” Knowing that it wasn’t a matter of permission any longer, the word instead acting as a spark to incense Brian to act.
Unable to think past what they’d witnessed, and the must have, take-take-take-him vibe screaming through his blood - Brian took Michael’s eager hand from his groin, and pulled him fast through the room to the door. Practically barking out, “Where….”
Only to have Michael pulled against his hold, turning them in a new direction. “Here.”
The great room….
Home to more than one make-out session, each having ended before they’d gone too far. Now, tonight, the perfect spot in Michael’s mind for more of having it all. Giving it all, over and in.
A fast toss of a throw in front of the fire, and Michael was kneeling at Brian’s feet, pulling open his pants.
“You look like you wanna eat me alive.” Brian stood tall above him, the same expression in his eyes as Michael. And then he wasn’t talking at all, as Michael jerked the pants down his legs and zeroed in on driving him insane.
Moments later, like a span of missing time, Brian found himself fully naked on his back with Michael sitting astride his hips. Looking like some fey creature sent to suck the life out of him - a talent he had the power to do considering how fast he’d had Brian quaking in a slide to the floor, Michael was all Brian could see. And all he needed to know as Michael reached inside his boot and pulled a square packet out for Brian to see.
Grabbing Brian’s hand, Michael licked his fingers. Wetting them as Brian groaned, then brought them around and down. “Feel me.” Michael kissed him, before adding, “Inside me.”
One, two - the way slick, open. Brian closed his eyes, a smile crossing his face. “I never would have made it through the meal if I’d known.” Opening his eyes again at the feel of Michael’s hands rolling the condom down his cock, Brian arched his hips and grabbed Michael tight. “Come here, you.”
Flipping them round, Brian pressed Michael to the floor and spread his thighs wide. Holding Michael’s legs open as he pushed inside. His cock thrusting into Michael’s body as Michael grunted low; the press and pressure consuming him as he was filled again and again. The pace building quickly as the night culminated in primal thrusts and wanton cries.
Michael thrashed as Brian jerked him close; the larger man pulling Michael up from the floor. Settling him over his lap, Brian sat back on his legs with Michael kneeling over his thighs. “Ride me, fucking ride me till you come.”
Holding onto Brian’s shoulders, Michael did as told - gasping out Brian’s name as he rose and fell, rose and fell. Pushing himself onto Brian’s hard flesh in a rhythm that flowed and then grew disjointed as both men shuddered; Michael from the hot rush of his come as it spurted out across Brian’s skin and his own hand, Brian from the vice clench of Michael’s body that pulled him with force over into bliss.
A long while later, Brian eased from Michael, grunting as he disengaged. “You make me come so hard, I feel like I could bust a nut.” His chuckle blended with Michael’s laugh, as Brian lay down at Michael’s side. His eyes following over Michael’s face and form; taking in the wrecked hose, the semen slicked curve of his sex, the flush that followed down Michael’s chest, and the makeup smudged and half worn away by sweat. Only one thing out of place; one object that Brian felt had to be removed….
Reaching under the curve of Michael’s neck, Brian pulled the ties free on the posture collar. He threw it to the side and rubbed his hand along the line of Michael’s throat, enjoying Michael’s pleased sigh. “It’s going to be tomorrow, Michael.”
Voice rough, hoarse from before, Michael asked, “What’s tomorrow?”
Leaning in, Brian pressed his mouth to Michael’s ear and answered in a whisper. Giving a reminder of what he’d promised just the morning before, “1-2-3.…” Drawing back, he placed his lips over the soft skin at the base of Michael’s throat - kissing him there again and again as Michael ran his fingers through Brian’s hair.
A soft, “oh,” escaping Michael before he closed his eyes and was pulled into another kiss.
tbc - Part 10...
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grins
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loving it
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hehe - I'm sure then, that you'll have reason to sneak a read for part 10...
hint hint...
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That was uberHOT!
I need to re-read that already. *toddles off*
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lol... No, this wasn't intended to cause heart attacks...lol.
glad to know you're still enjoying...
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I think this was the hottest piece of writing in a long, long time....shit hot.
Great stuff....*fanning myself*
Addie
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Wow - that's a great compliment, darlin'... Much appreciated.
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You. Back here. Now.
Don't leave me like this. I need to know what happens. I back Brian to collar Mikey right now... ARGH!
I am *so* impatient... just so you know. ;)
I'll have brillant thoughts after I've gotten some sleep.
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snicker....
I know something you don't know....lol.
Soooooooooooo, just a hint - enjoy part 10!!!
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And oh man, I loved the visual of Michael all Gothed up in a corset. Boy looks good as a woman - what can I say? I loved Michael and Ash's interactions, and Brian's reaction says it all:
as evidenced by Brian’s groaned, “Fuck me,” sounding at his back.
Not yet, dollface, he won't. Which brings me to a question. Brian is unquestionably the dom in the relationship, but that doesn't mean he can't let his partner top him. Topping from the bottom is hot, and totally something I could see Brian doing for reassurance purposes. Will we be seeing Michael top Brian anytime in this story? And will it have something to do with the collaring?
Can't wait for more, Xof. And you'd better post soon, or Piper won't be the only one after you. *grin*
*hugs* Thanks for the chapter!
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Ash belongs to Declan, darlin'....lol. And even if he didn't, Alexis has prior claim for seconds...all that betaing I put her through, you know.
And yes, Michael all gothed up - I loved the imagine in my head. Hope I conveyed it well enough.
And as for topping, - well - I wouldn't put it past them - but for this fic, not this time around. Though you're free to imagine it for me...lol.
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I love Ashton. I love him to itty bitty bits, and I want him. lol. I love seeing him and Michael interact, there's such chemistry between the two, it might as well spill off the pages. (er...screen) I loved the conversation between the two at the first. lol. I love seeing Michael learn all this stuff; it's making it even more fun. :)
Also, I liked Brian's predictions about how there 'family' will react. Very true, and it made me squee when he said that Michael was the only family he needs. *squee* I can't wait to find out what the collar is going to look like!
Another great scene with Ash and Michael. I loved the idea of Ashton dressing Michael, explaining things to him. I just love those two! *huggles them*
The Scene was interesting, it was cool seeing how everything played out, and how everyone reacted to everything. Go Dec and Ash! lol. ;)
Alright this:
Moments later, like a span of missing time, Brian found himself fully naked on his back with Michael sitting astride his hips. Looking like some fey creature sent to suck the life out of him - a talent he had the power to do considering how fast he’d had Brian quaking in a slide to the floor, Michael was all Brian could see. And all he needed to know as Michael reached inside his boot and pulled a square packet out for Brian to see.
^^ I loved that image! The image of Michael in that makeup, sitting on Brian was just... yeah. Really hot. As the sex scene was.
Very, very beautiful chapter, I can't wait for more... wait, this is part 9? awww it's almost over! *pouts*
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Sooooooooooooo great to see you telling me all the bits that you enjoyed.
Kinda like Mystery Science Threatre 3000....lol.
And MUCH appreciated.
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Wow, that's great to hear. I'm happy you're enjoying my efforts, darlin'...
Thank you, muchly....
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