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Checking your watches, luvs??? I guess it's time for both hands to be pointing to twelve...lol. And sooooooo... Here's part six, which means you are officially over HALF WAY through the fic. Ahhhhh... Five more to go...
But this part - it's, on sooooooooo many levels, what you've been waiting for...
hugs
xof
Title: “Encompassed…” - Part 6
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 6
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A couple of hours later found Brian standing by the bed, watching Michael as he slept. Given his cast-iron constitution, Brian hadn’t needed much sleep before waking. To pass the time, he’d stoked the fire and unpacked. Trying to keep quiet as he hung up a few choice items, Brian had been fairly amused by the passing thought that as a sub, it could have been a task for Michael. But just as quick as it had come, he found himself shaking it off.
That sort of shit wasn’t what he wanted from Michael. It smacked too much of playing the married couple, with Michael relegated to being the little wife. And he didn’t want a maid; he already had a cleaning lady. No, nor was it about having Michael groveling at his feet or having him kowtowing to Brian’s every whim.
Welllll…. Unless the whim involved having Michael on hands and knees, moaning for his dick.
Course even the thought of that had Brian clenching his jaw, fighting the impulse to pounce. Later, he told himself. Later…
No, what they were there for wasn’t to lessen his spirit or dampen Michael’s fire. It was to build them both.
Brian’s attention turned as Michael shifted in his sleep, turning over onto his stomach as he hugged Brian’s pillow. Hazel eyes followed down the curve of Michael’s back, over the rise of his behind to stop at the peek of the soft sac visible when he raised his leg with an unconscious murmur.
Blowing out a sigh, Brian scrubbed his hands over his face and through his hair. He’d never been one to value delayed gratification, never fond of anticipation. He would rather seek and do, than wait and dream.
It was proving an interesting form of self-torture; the waiting.
Just a little while longer, one meal more. And then….
“Fuck,” Brian turned from Michael, casting himself away from the temptation to rush as he walked back to the closet to pull on his clothes for dinner. All the while, thinking back to Declan’s call the day before . . . to the last thing they’d discussed.
“Some think life is a linear pursuit; some think it more of a circular progression. It’s the same within the scene. Differences in philosophy, with no perfect road to follow. And a multitude of paths from which you may choose. For myself, I keep more with the thought of circular progression. To begin with love is to end with love. To begin under a mask and playing a role is to end wearing that mask and playing that same role.”
Brian had answered, “You’re not warning me off, so what are you trying to say?”
Declan replied, “To a cynic from a jade, I’m saying for Michael’s sake, begin with love. No bells or whistles, no trappings of control. Just you making him yours, and him making you his.…”
The words had echoed long after the call ended.
Looking back at Michael, it was clear to him. Half a life’s waiting was at an end.
The surprise of it though . . . was that the wait hadn’t been only Michael’s. It had been his, as well.
- - - - - - -
“Uhmm, Brian. Brian, I…. Oh, God.” Michael arched, and clung to Brian’s shoulder as he moved into his tormentor’s teasing. Seated sideways over Brian’s lap with his face buried in the curve of the taller man’s neck, he moaned and tried not to twist away from the pressure at his chest; Brian‘s fingers pulling and rolling his nipples till Michael was hard as a rock.
Brian was driving him crazy. Had been since he woke up with Brian’s tongue tracing the curve of his ass, the backs of his thighs. Only to stop as soon as Michael opened his eyes. But Michael couldn’t even think to protest when he got a look at what Brian was wearing.
Lying there, hard-on screaming at him for more and Michael could only remain motionless. Staring….
Until it clicked in his mind, the memory of where he’d seen the clothing before….
At which point he buried his head in the nearest pillow and groaned, “You shit, you shit.” He was quickly silenced when Brian jerked him by his legs, physically dragging him out of bed until he was standing naked and pressed against Brian with his hands being held behind him.
Silk and leather against his skin with the heat of Brian’s eyes raining down on him; Michael’s breath quickened. The reality of their positions, and the change in things from the last time Brian had worn those…. Since he had practically spray painted sex with fashion over his body like a second skin….
“You are an evil man, Brian Kinney.” The words a whisper, an involuntary response. But no less true for the effect he was having on Michael’s senses.
With a wicked grin, Brian popped Michael on the ass - rubbing the spot that smarted with his hand to sooth the bite. “Calling your Dom names is a good way to earn yourself a spanking.” Stepping back, he held out his arms and turned in a circle. “As for the evil thing, some would say the clothes are only as hot as the man wearing them.” He returned to crowd Michael against the bedpost, speaking low and intimate in the fractional space between. “And I’ve always been a scorcher, Mikey.”
Michael swallowed quickly, closing his eyes as he felt Brian pushing against the front of his body. The image of Brian clothed in a snakeskin printed silk shirt and cream leather pants spiraling through his mind like a kaleidoscope, till he felt almost dizzy. It was the same outfit Brian had worn to the political fund raiser he’d not been invited to, but chose to crash when Michael had been living with David Cameron. An outfit made to stand out in, no matter the venue. Whether it be a snobbish evening of politics for hire, or a night like the one they were about to attend.
Seeing it now, feeling the warmth of Brian’s body beneath them, had Michael reaching out to touch as his hands smoothed down Brian’s chest and around his waist to rest on his ass. Enjoying the sensation of the material under his hands, until he heard….
“Did I say you could touch?”
Eyes opening, Michael frowned and tried to kiss the serious look off Brian’s face only to be stopped as Brian stepped out of reach.
“Ask me, Michael. I want to hear you ask to touch me. What‘s my new favorite word?”
Seeing the twinkle in Brian’s eyes that belayed his expression, Michael followed the call of his desire and obeyed. “Please? Let me touch you?”
Looking pleased, Brian nodded only to again step out of Michael reach. Qualifying his consent, “Later tonight. You’ll get to touch me all you want. For now, I’m the one who gets to play.”
It was the look on Brian’s face that should have been Michael’s warning, but only during the course of their evening meal would he understand what Brian had meant.
A meal that proved surprising from the moment he and Brian came down from their room….
Unable to fight his impulse to cover up, Michael walked into the great room at Brian’s back – as if there was any protection in hiding from eyes that had already seen. He thought that if he had been Brian in the same situation, he’d have been completely unselfconscious – more at home in his skin. As it was, Michael was very conscious of everything, as if being naked had made his senses hyperaware.
He knew some comfort when he first saw Ashton was still naked as well. Glad to not be the only one… But then he noticed the slight changes to the man since the last time – God, Michael’s eyes closed for a moment at the thought of the last time – he’d seen the man.
More relaxed, as if his energetic reserves had been satisfied, Ashton was kneeling on the floor by Declan’s chair. He was smiling lazily, then responded to something Declan had said that Michael could not hear. His face flushed, eyes half closed and mouth full from use; he bowed his head submissively. When Declan brushed through his hair in a caress of possessive affection, Ashton closed his eyes completely - humming his appreciation as he leaned his face against Declan’s thigh.
Caught up in watching the intimacy between their hosts, Michael was surprised to find Brian now behind him as strong arms held him close.
Brian’s lips nuzzling Michael’s neck as he spoke, “Look at his chest.”
Eyes following down from Ashton’s content expression, Michael breathed out an, “Oh.”
Chest covered in love marks, Ashton’s skin was a testament to his Dom’s passion. But more than that, his nipple rings had been changed out so that now he wore silver loops with tear drop weights. The pull on his nipples wasn’t too great, but it added something new to the war between the stiffness of their arousal and the distention of gravity. The weights moving slightly as he breathed, with the rise and fall of his chest.
Michael’s pulse jumped as Brian’s fingers brushed over his chest, seeking and finding the hard nubs that had Michael melting back against him. “So sensitive, Mikey.” Brian’s words, the tone of them hot in Michael’s ear, and the feel of his roaming hands caused Michael to be aware of the aching fullness at his groin. He was hard still from before, now more so both from the view and Brian’s touch.
“Can we skip dinner?” Michael’s voice shook as he joked softly.
Chuckling low, delighted at Michael’s impatience, Brian answered, “One – we haven’t eaten all day. Two – you’ll need your strength for later tonight.” Stroking his fingers lower, he tangled them in the dark hair that framed Michael’s cock. “And three, watching you watching them is fucking hot.” Taking Michael’s hand, Brian guided the flushed and flustered man into the room. A smirk on his face and a grin in his eyes…
Dinner proved unconventional to say the least.
Hosted in the great room rather than the dining room, they were having a buffet style spread of mixed meat slices, cheese, bread and fruit. Nothing too heavy for a first night, Declan explained. Their caretaker’s wife prepared the main meals of the house when they were in residence, delivering them to the kitchen entrance each day without disturbing the routine of the owners. Declan laughed at what he assumed she took to be the eccentricity of foreigners, explaining that in truth he hadn’t wanted her to happen in at an inappropriate moment or during a scene.
Ashton’s murmured, “You just don’t want her ogling my arse and danglies,” set the room on a roar of laughter - causing Declan to give him a gentle cuff to the head despite his amusement.
Seated in front of the fire on gothic high back carved wood chairs that looked like thrones, a small round table set between them for their plates – Declan and Brian ruled over the course of the meal. They set Ashton and Michael to serving up the food for all off the highboard, each in turn so that their ample assets were on full display to the room. Michael had turned red, shooting Brian a glare before following through. Ashton explained that the reason there were only two plates was that Declan would be feeding him as Brian fed Michael. “So pile it on, darling. You’re carrying for two.”
Michael was about to respond, when Ashton turned and walked back to Declan – his backside coming into view. The cheeks of his ass were rosy red, warmed by Declan’s hand not long before. A glance at Brian, who had noticed as well, had Michael recalling the bad-boys-get-spanked comment. With his breath deepening, Michael swallowed down his words and turned back to put more food on their plate.
The experience of being fed by Brian was disconcerting, but not in the obvious way. At first Michael had thought that like Ashton, he would be kneeling on the plush and very large velvet pillows set at the foot of each chair. But Brian it seemed had other plans. He pulled Michael onto his lap, turning him sideways across his thighs. And then followed one of the longest meals of Michael’s life… Each bite offered was followed by a reward, a touch, a lick, a kiss until Michael was squirming under Brian’s hands – half desperate with lust.
Not that Declan was letting Ashton get by any easier, from what Michael could tell when he wasn’t looking into Brian’s fire lit eyes.
It took a moan, loud and deep, from across the way to draw both Michael and Brian’s heads around.
Plate empty, meal at its end – Ashton had been pulled over Declan’s lap to lie bum up as the Irishman played with his hot skin. Hands flat on the floor to keep his balance, Ashton fought to keep still for his Master’s pleasure even as he was driven half-mad with Declan’s skill. Fingernails drawn in circles over his cheeks, altered with a slap and rub – over and over again until Ashton was panting.
Michael’s focus held fast; his breathing began to match Ashton’s until Brian drew his attention back. Pulling, rolling Michael’s nipples as he switched in and out with the hot suction of his lips and the wicked glide of his tongue, Brian had the brunette almost wrecked as Michael called out, “Uhmm, Brian. Brian, I…. Oh, God.”
Too much, not enough - Michael clung to Brian’s shoulders as he felt like he was nearing the point of freefall. His face hidden, turned into Brian’s neck, Michael continued to moan. His murmurs a whimper of encouragement and desperation, until the only word he could form completely, repeatedly was, “please, please, please.”
Whether as a result of having driven himself as lust-crazed as Michael, or from the sound of need in Michael’s voice - Brian’s patience had run its last mile.
Never a man to heed niceties when his dick was pointing north, Brian didn’t even wait to say goodnight. He guided Michael off his lap, stood and pulled him through the room and to the stairs. The both of them leaving their hosts at play as Declan’s laughter and Ashton’s moans followed them on their way….
- - - - - - -
Door slamming shut behind them, Brian didn’t stop until they were by the bed. Drawing Michael’s hands up to his chest, he reminded, “You said something about wanting to touch me?” At Michael’s eager nod, Brian leaned in and licked gently at his full lips. Murmuring before he took Michael’s mouth completely, “Have at it.”
Releasing Michael’s hands as he started to undo the buttons, Brian framed the other man’s face as the kissing continued, heated and moist. Shirt undone, Brian groaned as Michael’s hands dropped to open his leather pants - stopping to trace the ridge of Brian’s sex. Breaking the kiss, Brian fell into Michael’s dark gaze as he said, “No more teasing. The only thing I want to be wearing for the next few hours is latex and you.”
The words were illicit, brazen…. And were enough to send a rush of heat flowing through Michael as he quickly pulled the waistband open and dragged the leather down Brian’s legs; kneeling to remove Brian’s shoes along with the pants. Until they were both bare and wanting, a moment away from having it all.
When Michael tried to lean in and take Brian into his mouth - a tempting sight, it was undeniable - Brian pulled him up with a strong grip, pushing the smaller man back onto the bed. At Michael's questioning look, Brian growled out an answer as he prowled up onto the mattress and over Michael’s body. “Later, right now I’m through waiting.” He breathed a hot gust over Michael’s open mouth, their faces pressed together at the brow. “I want inside you.”
Arching up into Brian’s weight, Michael gasped at the feel of Brian long and sleek and hard against him as he opened his thighs in invitation. “Do it, do it….Bri..uhmm.” Kissed again as Brian ran hands down his raised thighs, Michael panted for breath as Brian pulled away and reached to the table beside the bed.
Grabbing what they needed from where he’d placed it only hours before, Brian knelt back and looked at Michael. Looked at him clutching the sheets, eyes sharp with need as he lay open, wanton and best in Brian’s estimation - his.
Michael fought not to beg, biting his lip as Brian’s slicked fingers circled and pressed into his heat. He managed barely, but his breathing hitched and he was moaning again as Brian reached his… “Ahhh, please.” He couldn’t keep still, his hips rolling as Brian stroked his prostate again and again.
“Does it hurt?” Brian had to be sure, even as the voice in his head was screaming at him to take - the answer be damned.
“N… No, it…. You, ahh. So good.” His voice broke as Brian left him empty; the sound of tearing paper given his passion muddled mind the reason why. And then Brian was back again and Michael cried out; his body opening to the pressure and push of Brian as he entered with a determined thrust. The burn of entry giving way to the pleasure of the moment, Michael circled his strong thighs around Brian’s driving hips, pulled him in over and over.
Brian had meant to go slowly, an intent left on the doorstep of reason; but his body no longer answered the call of anything but its own need and the greed of the man clinging to him as they moved. Lips clashing, melding as the need to breathe warred with the need to taste - to take even as they took and gave, in equal measure. Until Brian broke away as his body seized on the verge - a cry, half grunt and half growl, wrestled from his gut as Michael raked his nails down Brian’s spine. And too quick, but hot as a rain storm on a summer day - Brian was pushed past his own control, spilling wet and warm into the sheath that was all that separated him from Michael.
And just as fast, he was pressing Michael down - holding his lover’s hands against the bed between the scattered pillows as he hissed a heated, “Wait, wait - keep still. Keep, oh fuck - still.” Eyes locked, dark brown to now near black, he focused on the feel of Michael beneath him - body strung tense with desire - the hard evidence of his unfulfillment rising upwards between their sweat wet bellies. Focusing too on the intense pressure and pull from within of Michael’s clinging muscles, the tight walls that vibrated around him with every squeeze Michael gave. And it was enough, more than all his body needed to hold his cock hard and aching to continue.
To manage the slow he’d intended all along….
Caught in the divide between coming and not, Michael panted as he struggled to hold himself still as Brian laid fully over him, still in him. Half mad with need, his body shook beneath the press and presence of Brian. He tried not to move, becoming bowstring tight; his thighs clasped hard and hands holding Brian‘s with a fierce grip. Unable to do anything but feel….
Feel it as Brian began to circle, to rock his hips into Michael. Moving slowly, fuck, so slowly but with continuing strokes - unrelenting and strong. At first barely leaving him, a inch out then in, out then in - then building the heat, the friction between them until he was undulating his body over Michael’s, into Michael’s, against Michael’s - working them both to the point of going senseless; their bodies nothing but the rhythm of the act, and the instruments of their greatest desire.
Skin wet, bodies hot - slick-marked by their striving for more, even as they were earning their end.
Grunting as Brian quickened his thrusts, Michael threw his head back and groaned. Almost, almost, oh shit, oh, oh fuck…he was, he was, going to…and then. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh…fuck, oh fuck.” A hand on his cock, jerking him quick and hard as Brian took them over, and took them through.
Feeling the aftershocks, Brian managed to reach between them and ease out of Michael - a tried smile on his face as Michael murmured an exhausted protest. He hissed softly at the sensitivity of his sex, disposing of the condom before collapsing onto the bed. Answering Michael’s sleep-tinged questioning sigh, Brian pulled him close - more than half way to unconsciousness himself when Michael spoke soft and low.
“Hmmm, wet and sticky….”
A laugh escaping, Brian whispered, “And stuck like glue.“ Words barely said, he succumbed to sleep. Michael held tight at his side.
- - - - - - -
“Good morning, Michael.”
Stopping mid-shuffle across the kitchen floor and blinking past the sleep that still filled his eyes, Michael turned his head in surprise at finding he wasn’t alone. “Shit…you scared me.” Startled at finding Declan standing across from him at the counter, he began to lift his hands to rub wakefulness into his blinking eyes - only to stop just as quick as he’d begun when he remembered…. “Double shit.“ A whispered mumble, a curse escaping as he stood rather sheepishly with his hands still hidden away in the pockets of Brian’s robe.
A robe he was not supposed to be wearing….
A small grin on his lips, Declan shook his head at Michael’s bird-in-headlights expression. It was clear that he’d heard Michael, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he waved Michael over and asked, “Where’s Brian?”
Watching Declan as he turned to continue with his original task, putting more bread in the toaster, Michael hugged himself nervously. “He…. He’s still asleep.” Clearing his throat as he purposefully dropped his arms, he continued, “I was just, ah. Going to get us some breakfast.”
Declan set the timing lever and turned to Michael. Leaning back against the counter, eyes amused and sharp, he took his time looking at his guest before nodding his head towards the refrigerator. “There’s fruit, some cereals in the cupboard. And you’re welcome to have toast; we’ve a large amount of jams from which to choose.” Crossing towards Michael, he stopped with only the island counter between them. “Should serve to satisfy any man’s sweet tooth; especially if he skipped or rather was dragged away before last night’s dessert.”
Feeling his face heat, Michael fought not to look away. Instead, he returned Declan’s gaze, looking over his host in turn.
Declan’s slim body was wrapped in a black silk robe, loosely tied as it framed him to sensual perfection. Hair tussled, black waves falling over his brow and back to his shoulders - he looked as good rolled out of bed as he did at any other time of the day. And his eyes…. They held a charge of wild blue that had Michael wetting his mouth, asking softly, “Ashton?”
Aware of Michael’s nervousness, Declan answered as he turned back and opened a cabinet door. “Still sleeping. He’s a regular night owl. Though I’m sure Brian has the same reason to still be abed as Ash.“ Throwing a smile over his shoulder, he teased, “I’m betting you shag-sapped all his strength.” When Michael ducked his eyes, Declan laughed and returned to making breakfast. Littering the counter with jam jars, he dug out a knife. “Do you like raspberry?”
Straightening his shoulders, trying to speak around his disconcertion, Michael answered. “I do. Uhmm, do you have apple? Brian likes apple.”
Declan nodded and carried two jars to the island. The toaster popped up on his way, so he retrieved the slices - four joining the four he’d already made before Michael came down. Declan opened the jams and began spreading the toast. Silent, letting the moment drag until it held a weight that seemed to call for someone to break it.
“Is he…” Michael swallowed, then started again under Declan’s raised brow. “Ashton, is he really your… Your….”
“My slave?” The way the Irishman said the word, it was intimate - passing his lips in a manner that spoke of something he cherished. Or rather, someone.
Michael nodded, still embarrassed to have asked. Feeling like he was treading on ground too sacred to touch.
Serious, yet soft, he answered, “He is.” He didn’t present it like it was something he had to excuse or justify; instead, Declan continued. “Ash is a submissive, Michael, like you. But unlike you, he was already an experienced player when he came to me. He’d already found many of the answers to questions you may be asking yourself.“ Pausing to look at Michael, Declan said, “In many ways, you’ll find him a mirror to yourself as you continue in your new role. But there is a distinction. Remember, Michael. Different roads...”
Wiping his hands on a hand towel, Declan circled the island and stopped close to Michael. It wasn’t an imposing closeness, more one meant to assure and share. “Whereas you are now Brian’s sub, Ash is that and more to me. He gave himself as a sub to me over ten years ago, and has served my needs ever since. But with time, he discovered he wanted more, that he needed more than his role could give him. That he needed two things more in order to feel complete. Permanence, and ultimate surrender to another’s will. To my will.”
Declan brushed the back of his fingers down the blue silk of Michael’s robe - his touch light, traveling to a stop as he turned and placed his hand flat over Michael’s heart. “His subjugation is one of the two greatest gifts I will ever know. His love was the first.” Caressing the smooth softness of the robe’s lapel - the touch barely grazing Michael’s chest, Declan lowered his chin and looked up through his lashes with a small smile. “So to answer your question again, yes. He has given himself to me, and has formalized our bond with his contracted slavery. I am Master, he is slave. Three years, 24/7, everyday.”
When Michael opened his mouth to speak, shaking his head as if about to protest something - Declan raised his hand. “I know, Michael. I know. Of all the choices you could make, this one isn’t for you. Ash’s needs are greatly varied from your own. He leans more towards extremes, and that’s not something either Brian or I require you to even consider.” Declan offered reassurance, “There are no expectations you need to feel pressured to fulfill. Instead, focus on what you and Brian would enjoy.”
As Michael drew in a breath and nodded, looking more relaxed - Declan’s grin returned. “Speaking of enjoyment….“ He stepped closer still, until they were almost pressed together, black to blue. An inch apart, Declan brushed his fingers softly over Michael’s mouth. “There is more than one way to wake up a man, Michael. And while breakfast in bed is nice, I’m pretty sure that Brian would appreciate waking up to something other than toast between these lips of yours.”
Michael closed his eyes, fighting a moan at the sense memory Declan’s words invoked. His body still ached so sweet, tender and sore from their night together - a night that had had them waking twice more to play. And the more he thought about Declan’s suggestion, the more he wanted to do it. To feel Brian inside him again, to taste him moving over his tongue.
When Michael opened his eyes, Declan was back across the island retrieving the toast that had popped up unnoticed only moments before. Smiling at his own awkward thought of how to say ‘see yah later, I‘m going to go blow my man’ - Michael optioned instead for, “Okay, I… I’m going to head back up.”
He was halfway to the stairs when a sudden jerk at his waist stopped him; leaving him shocked to find Declan at his back and the belt of the robe in the Irishman’s hand. Another yank and the robe fell open to the waist; another and it fell to Michael’s feet. Too sudden and too surprised to protest, Michael was left naked in the light of the morning sun.
Grabbing up the robe with his free hand, Declan threw it over a chair nearby and then held out the forgotten plate of jam spread toast. “Afterwards, take a lazy morning. The only plan for Sundays is to relax. We’ll see you around three; there’ll be sandwiches in the refrigerator when you both want to eat.”
Michael took the dish, feeling the rush of heat as it touched his face and chest. Chagrined at having forgotten the very thing he’d come down for in the first place. That and the reminder that he’d broken the rules. Laughing softly, he said, “At this rate, I’m going to have the complexion of a beet.”
Declan’s fond laugh sounded behind him as Michael quickly ran up the stairs; his pace chorusing the enthusiasm that shone in his smile.
- - - - - - -
Persistent knocking met a distracted Brian’s ears hours later, sounding just barely for all its force over the running water of the shower. A shower he was presently sharing with a man who was taking a very hands-on approach to learning Brian’s hot spots. “Ohh, fuck. Hold, ahh. Hold that thought.” Brian dodged Michael’s talented fingers, stepping out from the bathroom to answer the door.
Naked and wet, and without a thought to any notion of propriety. Not that propriety held any weight given that Brian opened the door to find an equally nude, albeit dry, Ashton Forster.
A highly amused and smiling Ashton Forster, who leaned against the wall with his hip cocked and offered forth something that had Brian raising his eyebrows. “While I’m sure this would prove flattering with my blue eyes, I believe it already has an owner.”
Seeing his own robe folded neatly over Ashton’s arm, Brian called out Michael’s name. With a rueful grin, he took the robe from Ash and turned to wait Michael’s entrance. Stopping as a loud whistle in finest cat-call fashion, broke through the room. Brian looked back at the assessing twinkle in Ashton’s appreciative gaze, laughing as the Englishman shrugged and said, “Like I could help myself considering the view.”
Before Brian could answer back, Michael entered the room but stopped quickly when he saw both their company and the robe. The smile on his face falling as he realized he’d been caught out.
Brian held back his amusement, keeping his face blank. Crossing to Michael, he slowly pulled on the robe - leaving it open down the front and clinging to his wet skin as he crowded Michael against the wall - arms straight, palms to the wall and Michael trapped in between. “Forget to tell me something?”
Meeting Brian’s eyes, Michael nodded - trying to figure out how to explain. It wasn’t like it had been to spite Brian; he’d just gone on instinct. Strange house, going downstairs for food while still sleepy - putting on something was natural for him. Well, that and the admitted part of him that had thought - it’s early, no one would see.
Since he didn’t know what to say, he tried for, “Sorry?”
Face splitting as he lost the war to remain imposing, Brian hid his smile in Michael’s hair and pushed their bodies together - the continuing evidence of his wet and wild resultant erection pressed into Michael’s stomach. Speaking quietly, he teased in a rush of hot words, “Naughty, naughty Novotny. What’s a poor Dom to do to keep this ass in line?” He lowered his hands and ran them over Michael’s hips, then dropped them to his cheeks - enjoying Michael’s deepening breath, and the moan that his touch caused.
Looking over at Ash, who was paying avid attention by the looks of his half hard dick - wait…. Brian’s eyes stayed locked on the other man’s length; particularly to the silver outline that was again encircling Ashton’s flesh. A mischievous expression on his face, Brian turned back from the view and pulled Michael across to the bed. “Lie down…”
Michael shot a look to Ash, then back to Brian. Clearly about to either say something or protest, Michael chose instead to swallow down his second-guessing. He sat on the bed, lying back as Brian stood between his legs. Closing his eyes when Brian said to, Michael heard a drawer open and close. Just when he was about to give in and peek, he gasped aloud. Warm fingers touching him, tracing the soft skin along the length of his penis and over his balls - Michael whimpered softly. His sex stirring but still sensitive from use…
But then the touch changed; Brian’s grip moving from tease to… “Oh shit.”
Eyes popping open, Michael shook as he watched Brian fastening a small measure of torment around his flesh. Black leather, a cock ring that held him tight and high - and which served the main purpose of restricting his ability to….
“Ashton, what’s the longest Declan’s made you go without coming?” Brian asked, his fingers circling gently over the tight skin of Michael’s testicles. Eyes never straying from the sight of Michael clutching the bedding as Brian continued to play.
From behind them, Ash answered, “Twenty-one very long days.” Voice sounding a tad gruff at the memory.
Michael went extremely still, a please-no look on his face that had Brian feeling a sympathetic twinge at the thought himself. Standing Michael up again, Brian hugged him and pulled his hand down between them. Feeling Michael’s touch on his hard-on, he murmured secretly for only Michael to hear, “Not to worry, Mikey. I enjoy hearing you come too much to do that to either of us.” He hummed as Michael stroked him softly, slowly. Then pulled back with reluctance…. “However, for the next few hours it stays on. Understood?”
Cupping himself as Brian loosely tied the robe close, Michael smiled weakly. “Understood.” The word sounding more like ‘Bastard’ than anything else….
Brian responded with a slap to Michael’s butt, then turned to Ash. “So is this where I say, ‘Lead on, MacDuff’?”
Snorting, Ash sauntered down the hall - his response echoing back, “Only if you want to prove yourself a prat on top of being a prick.”
A beat of disbelief, and then all that was left in the Englishman’s wake was Michael’s laughter and Brian’s grin.
- - - - - - -
“The man has his own private sauna. Fuck, I think I might wanna be him when I grow up.”
They were standing on the brink of stepping into the steam filled room; Brian running one hand up Michael’s forearm, the other rubbing at the back of his neck. Declan and Ash already having gone inside. Changing his tone from teasing to quietly intense, Brian spoke. “I like you in nothing but my three rings.” He dropped his hand down Michael’s arm, encircling his cuffed wrist as he continued, “Just picture it. You at the comic store, customers all around and me on your mind. Always feeling me there with these to remind you. Two to see, and one to feel.”
The ring-to-feel grew tighter as Michael responded to Brian’s words. His sex hardening as he listened, Michael gasped out Brian’s name.
Brian looked down between them, eyes half shadowed and growing dark. “I don’t even have to touch you and you’re hard for me.” Pulling Michael in, Brian took his mouth - hungry and quick. Breaking the kiss to say, “That’s fucking hot, Mikey.“
“Shit,” Michael knew in theory that Brian was a master of the game, but knowing was miles away from being the focus of Brian’s sexual seduction. All he wanted to do was drag Brian back up to their room and finish what he’d started, but Michael knew it wasn’t going to happen. So he did what he could in the moment….
Untying the belt of Brian’s robe, Michael shoved it off his lover’s body and pressed against him. Holding him tight with arms around Brian’s waist, Michael buried his face against Brian’s chest. Listening to the rumble of Brian’s chuckle as talented fingers traveled through his hair. Wallowing in the moment….
“Looks like you both could use a breather.”
Turning their heads, they found Declan standing with Ash at his back. The smooth line of their host’s body was visible, bare and moist with sweat as he stood unselfconscious to the room.
Ashton wrapped his arms around Declan’s waist. His chin on Dec’s shoulder. “Shall I get the hose?” His good natured tease turning south as he….
Declan slapped the back of Ash’s downward wandering hand, “Go wet the stones, smartarse.”
Pressing a kiss to his lover’s neck, Ash agreed, “Yes, Master.” He turned to leave, trailing his hand down the length of Declan’s arm before going….
Drawing Brian and Michael’s eyes to the flesh of Declan’s inner right arm. Inked dark into his skin, the only mark he carried on his body was a tattoo. A straight line from elbow to wrist with lettering that neither man could make out in the brief time they had before Declan brought his arm up, crooking his finger to call them to follow into the sauna. His face showed he’d caught them staring; the amusement clear as he said, “Show and tell this way, gentlemen.”
Heat hitting them like a wave, Michael and Brian entered the room. Two levels of wood benches set against the far wall, white tile surrounding - the sauna was small and unassuming. Fresh towels had been thrown over each bench, easing the way for them to sprawl out in comfort.
Declan moved smoothly through the steam, seating himself on the upper level with Ash coming to lie on his back with his head on Declan’s lap. Brian pulled Michael to sit between his legs, leaning against his chest; the two of them straddling the bench, resting in juxtaposition with Brian’s back to the wall.
Soothing his fingers through Ash’s damp hair, Declan said, “This one’s the storyteller….” He smiled at Ashton’s questioning look, “Our guests are curious about our tats, so I thought I’d give you the floor.” When Ash started to sit up and get down, Declan pushed him back into place with a laugh. “Not literally, slave.”
Sticking his tongue out, Ashton settled into his lover’s lap - saying in contrast to his actions, “As Master likes….” Deep breath, and a mischievous grin on his face.… “Once upon a time….”
“Ashton. One warning left….”
Unable it seemed to contain the impulse, Ashton held his hand up to Declan as if to shake. “Hi, I’m a handful. Have we met?”
Declan’s lips twitched but managed to retain his laugh. Instead, he gave Ash’s hair a tug. “That was your last. Anymore, and you’ll be bum-burned before morning.”
Squirming in a way that showed anticipation rather than dread, Ashton cleared his throat. And began again; this time with more of a sense of reverence for his topic. “We’d been together seven years when I asked to be Dec’s slave. On our anniversary, no less. And like the brain-shrinker that he is, he didn’t agree right away. Wanted me to understand the consequences of making the decision. I had weeks of it; talking, discussing and talking some more. When he agreed, I was off-my-head happy. Wanted to jump right into it. But then he threw me a curve.
“See, he wanted to formalize the bond. Had contracts drawn, planned a ceremony for just us two. I was chuffed to bits; then he told me the rest. He was making us wait seven days. A week apart, no contact in any way. Said he wanted me to have time to reflect on my decision. Which translated to be sure because there was no backing out later.” He looked up at Declan, then back to Michael and Brian. “Was a bit pissed at having to wait, but more so because I already knew I’d decided. It was what I’d been wanting for years…. So anyway, by day three I was going mad. Wanting to be with him, to at least talk to him but I held out like he wanted. And it gave me time to think.
“There’s a tradition in the scene; one that I wanted to embrace for Declan. The giving of a master’s gift…. Something that signified permanence. And these…” he held up his inked wrists for closer view, “were my gift.”
Three inches round. The designs were intricate, beautiful, but left a question…
One that Michael voiced as he looked at the lettering, “What do they say?”
Ash smiled, again looking up at his lover as he finished his story. “I wanted them to be intimately connected to him, to his heritage. Father - Russian. Mother - Irish. The right says Declan, in Cyrillic letters. The left is the Irish form of his name, Deaglán, in Gaelic script. Permanent bands to mark Dec’s ownership over me, freely given. The choice to give up my choice, freely made.”
The moment signified in silence. No words passed for the longest as Declan and Ash remained lost in the moment, seeing only each other.
Michael looked up, his attention drawn away when Brian threaded their fingers together. The two of them sharing a moment of their own; one built on history. History and love.
Sharing until they were pulled back by Ashton’s quick trip to re-wet the stones; the steam rising behind him with a hiss as he returned.
Brian spoke to both his and Michael’s continuing curiosity, nodding his head towards Declan. “So what’s your part of the story?”
Declan started to answer, mouth open and his words just about to sound when Ashton broke his lover’s concentration. Curling over, his face pressed in at Declan’s waist - Ashton pulled Declan’s arm straight, opening it to view, and leaned in to lick, softly, smoothly, alone the inner bend of the Irishman’s arm. One lick, two. The third ending with Declan’s shuddered moan, his free hand buried in Ashton’s hair - holding him still as if more would be too much. “No, dar…. Darkling, don’t.”
With obvious pleasure at having succeeded in tearing through Dec’s dominant shield, Ashton teased lightly, “Ohhhh, you said the D-word.”
Wiping his clinging black curls off his forehead, Declan laughed - giving Michael and Brian a small look of exasperation that didn’t read in his eyes. “He’s enjoying playing up being a saucy sprite. Mix that in with the other-worldly talent of his tongue; and the nick makes better sense.” Reaching down, Dec made a quick grab for the closest of Ash‘s nipple rings - rolling it once, then pulling on it with just enough tension to made his slave moan in turn, both with desire and the understood warning.
Holding his arm out like Ash had done before, Declan let them see. There were four letters - each over an inch high, running in a straight line down his inner arm; beginning just below the spot that Ash at teased and ending just over Declan’s wrist. The letters beautifully etched, each was designed as a hollow outline with a leaf housed in the center.
N - U - I - N
“Nuin is a Druidic word. It means Ash, as in the Ash tree. Known as the Tree of Life; found throughout early Druidic, Nordic and Irish mythology. The tattoo was my answer to Ashton’s gift; and represents Ash’s place in my life, as both my center and my universal truth.”
The words barely said; Ashton ran his fingers along the mark, murmuring, “He gave it me on our first anniversary as Master and slave; had it done while I watched. Don’t even remember how long it took. All I can recall is the look in his eyes, staring through the pain - seeing me so clear, knowing me so well.” Lying back, he closed his eyes and hugged Declan’s arm across his chest - three words passing with a sigh, “It was amazing.”
The end of the story found Michael in a similar position to Ash; both of Brian’s arms crossed around him, Michael holding tight. Holding onto the one man in his life, in his world, that had ever made him feel….
Encompassed.
The power of recognition had its impact; Michael blinked back against the watering of his eyes. Feeling the emotion rising, but managing to keep it at bay within Brian’s arms.
That is until he heard Brian’s voice in his ear, letters said in an intimate progression - each pressed closer and closer to his ear for only him to hear. “A. L. W. A. Y. S.”
And the tears did fall, silently as Michael closed his eyes - the moisture getting lost with the sweat that covered his face.
Lost, but not unknown as Brian turned Michael’s face to his and took him with a kiss. Took the man, took the heart and savored the taste of love.
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Michael and Ashton’s giggles bounced off the tiles as they rounded the corner; Michael shaking his head and saying, “You wanna repeat that….”
“Dommie-Day.” He turned to watch Michael holding a hand to his mouth, still laughing. “So called just because it drives Dec nuts.”
The two of them were still wet from the dipping pool. They’d left Brian and Declan sitting in the cool water - Ashton still pondering his coming punishment for making a ball-shrinkage remark to his Master, and Michael still buzzed from having Brian replace his cuffs and cock-ring that had been removed before they’d all sat in the waist deep square built pool at floor level next to the sauna room.
Following Ashton to the adjacent room, Michael looked around in amazement. “Wow, this is something.” The room was designed in an Eastern motif; wooden screens along the walls intricately carved, wooden floors covered in mats that would have called for the removal of shoes had they been wearing them, silk banners of china red and gold dragons covering the far wall. It was almost like a temple, but not - as evidenced by the large round black marbled tub that took up half the room; again built into the floor so that you had to step down into it.
Ashton murmured agreement, “Uhmm huhhh. It’s like a geisha wet dream. Dec thought I’d lost my mind when I mentioned the idea but he let me go wild regardless.” He knelt down and turned on the taps, letting the tub fill as he moved to sit with his feet in the tub, leaning back on his hands. “Anyway, I call Sunday’s Dommie-Day because it’s usually a time for me to pamper Declan and enjoy myself making him melt into a puddle. It’s a day when he lets me plan ways to play caretaker. And I enjoy having him all to myself - no thoughts for work or patients. Just him and me, you know.”
Michael sat down, crossing his legs Indian style so that his groin wasn’t on display - he’d yet to get used completely to being nude, but found it to be more disconcerting when Brian wasn’t there, than when he was… “We must seem like party crashers.” He turned to Ashton, “Sorry about that.”
Ashton reassured, “Michael, there’s nothing to apologize for. I’m glad you’ve come. It’s incredible; watching you both together. Seeing you experience each other.” Grinning he added, “Believe me, it’s as titillating from the gallery as I’m sure it is from the stage.”
Michael’s lips quirked as a smile followed hard upon a blush. He cleared his throat, asking, “So what happens next on Dommie-Day?” He couldn’t even say it without laughing.
“That is entirely up to you. It’s the one day of the week in which the sub is allowed, or rather, is expected to devise the day. You get to decide what you think Brian would enjoy. What you would like giving him, doing with him.”
Michael looked around the room for a long moment, thinking about the possibilities for pampering when it hit him. He turned back to Ashton, who was adding spiced oil to the water and turning the jets on low. “I’ve got an idea, but it could get messy.”
Ashton clapped his hands together, as if saying goodie. “All good plans should, darling. All good plans should.”
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“Fuck, fuck… Oh, fuck. Yeahhh….”
Brian groaned, loudly. His voice escaping control, literally worked out of him by Michael’s persistent talented hands.
At first skeptical of why he was supposed to lie ass to the wind, Brian had taken one look at Michael’s eager expression and he’d thrown away the reticence and plopped down. Lying on the bath sheet that had been spread out on the floor beside the tub, he’d had the perfect view of Declan and Ash - watching the two settling in the bath as Dom leaned back against his slave. Watching as Ashton soothed his hands over his lover’s body, washing Dec with great care and attention. Watching until Michael’s touch came down upon him and all thought to the fabulous view waned under the need to feel more of the same.
Oil, spiced and warm, flowed down his spine and over his thighs - followed hard upon by Michael’s hands. A slide, a press, a circling of palms from neck to waist, waist to thighs, thighs to feet. No inch of him left undone. It was wonderful; it was good. And then with great surprise and delight, it became more….
“Ahhh, huh.” Fingers changed out to arms, forearms running down his back and over his ass. Then arms to legs, shins and thighs rubbing over his own. And finally Michael’s chest, circling down and over his behind and up his back until Michael was covering him fully - pressed tight from the shoulders down as he undulated and writhed over Brian’s body, thrusting his hard-on into the warmth and friction of Brian’s oil slicked skin.
It was then that Brian began to curse, sounding his pleasure as his body shuddered and jerked - Michael’s hand pushed down between them, rolling and pulling on Brian’s balls until Brian could do nothing but come, spraying wet beneath them as his body cascaded into melted limbed bliss.
Coming down from the high, Brian opened his eyes and rubbed his ass against the feel of Michael’s aching length - laughing as Michael gasped and gripped his arms to stay atop him. Brian settled down again, enjoying the weight of Michael on his back. Turning his eyes to the tub, he murmured, “Look at them, Mikey. Look at what you helped do….”
Resting his head on Brian, breath still ragged as he fought to come back from the edge of the leap he wasn’t allowed to take, Michael did look. Looked to find he couldn’t look away.
Jets running, water warm - Declan arched against Ash, his eyes open and lashes low as he sat caught between the delicious pull of two torments. His head lolled back into Ashton’s wondrous hands as his slave massaged his scalp, his neck and washed his hair. A delicious torment, that. Added with the other; the cause of his gasps and moans - this time the touch his own. Declan’s self pleasuring evident by the motion of his arm and the look on his face. His hips thrusting, driving up into his own hand as he continued to watch his guests at play. As he followed them, retaining his control only for a few moments more - losing it finally, grasping desperately at the man who held him - Declan’s free arm thrown back to hold on to Ash as he shot with a groan. His eyes only then closing, content to lie weakly in the strength of Ashton’s arms.
Lying there still as Ashton smiled softly; smiled and poured water gently through his hair until all traces of shampoo were gone…. Turning to kiss his lover as Ash nuzzled his neck, fingers tangled in the soft black that fell around their faces - hiding them from view.
As Declan turned to Ash; the two getting lost in each other again - Michael pressed his face into the back of Brian’s neck. Inhaling the scent of spice, sweat, sex and him. Body shaking just a bit, emotion high and desire still zinging through his blood, he murmured, “I want to be with you, lie in bed with you.” Lifting up to meet Brian’s eyes, he whispered, “Take me?”
One look, the glance almost physical, and Brian agreed with a nod. Surprised to find that words, for once, would not come. And were not needed….
tbc - Part 7...
But this part - it's, on sooooooooo many levels, what you've been waiting for...
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Title: “Encompassed…” - Part 6
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 6
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A couple of hours later found Brian standing by the bed, watching Michael as he slept. Given his cast-iron constitution, Brian hadn’t needed much sleep before waking. To pass the time, he’d stoked the fire and unpacked. Trying to keep quiet as he hung up a few choice items, Brian had been fairly amused by the passing thought that as a sub, it could have been a task for Michael. But just as quick as it had come, he found himself shaking it off.
That sort of shit wasn’t what he wanted from Michael. It smacked too much of playing the married couple, with Michael relegated to being the little wife. And he didn’t want a maid; he already had a cleaning lady. No, nor was it about having Michael groveling at his feet or having him kowtowing to Brian’s every whim.
Welllll…. Unless the whim involved having Michael on hands and knees, moaning for his dick.
Course even the thought of that had Brian clenching his jaw, fighting the impulse to pounce. Later, he told himself. Later…
No, what they were there for wasn’t to lessen his spirit or dampen Michael’s fire. It was to build them both.
Brian’s attention turned as Michael shifted in his sleep, turning over onto his stomach as he hugged Brian’s pillow. Hazel eyes followed down the curve of Michael’s back, over the rise of his behind to stop at the peek of the soft sac visible when he raised his leg with an unconscious murmur.
Blowing out a sigh, Brian scrubbed his hands over his face and through his hair. He’d never been one to value delayed gratification, never fond of anticipation. He would rather seek and do, than wait and dream.
It was proving an interesting form of self-torture; the waiting.
Just a little while longer, one meal more. And then….
“Fuck,” Brian turned from Michael, casting himself away from the temptation to rush as he walked back to the closet to pull on his clothes for dinner. All the while, thinking back to Declan’s call the day before . . . to the last thing they’d discussed.
“Some think life is a linear pursuit; some think it more of a circular progression. It’s the same within the scene. Differences in philosophy, with no perfect road to follow. And a multitude of paths from which you may choose. For myself, I keep more with the thought of circular progression. To begin with love is to end with love. To begin under a mask and playing a role is to end wearing that mask and playing that same role.”
Brian had answered, “You’re not warning me off, so what are you trying to say?”
Declan replied, “To a cynic from a jade, I’m saying for Michael’s sake, begin with love. No bells or whistles, no trappings of control. Just you making him yours, and him making you his.…”
The words had echoed long after the call ended.
Looking back at Michael, it was clear to him. Half a life’s waiting was at an end.
The surprise of it though . . . was that the wait hadn’t been only Michael’s. It had been his, as well.
- - - - - - -
“Uhmm, Brian. Brian, I…. Oh, God.” Michael arched, and clung to Brian’s shoulder as he moved into his tormentor’s teasing. Seated sideways over Brian’s lap with his face buried in the curve of the taller man’s neck, he moaned and tried not to twist away from the pressure at his chest; Brian‘s fingers pulling and rolling his nipples till Michael was hard as a rock.
Brian was driving him crazy. Had been since he woke up with Brian’s tongue tracing the curve of his ass, the backs of his thighs. Only to stop as soon as Michael opened his eyes. But Michael couldn’t even think to protest when he got a look at what Brian was wearing.
Lying there, hard-on screaming at him for more and Michael could only remain motionless. Staring….
Until it clicked in his mind, the memory of where he’d seen the clothing before….
At which point he buried his head in the nearest pillow and groaned, “You shit, you shit.” He was quickly silenced when Brian jerked him by his legs, physically dragging him out of bed until he was standing naked and pressed against Brian with his hands being held behind him.
Silk and leather against his skin with the heat of Brian’s eyes raining down on him; Michael’s breath quickened. The reality of their positions, and the change in things from the last time Brian had worn those…. Since he had practically spray painted sex with fashion over his body like a second skin….
“You are an evil man, Brian Kinney.” The words a whisper, an involuntary response. But no less true for the effect he was having on Michael’s senses.
With a wicked grin, Brian popped Michael on the ass - rubbing the spot that smarted with his hand to sooth the bite. “Calling your Dom names is a good way to earn yourself a spanking.” Stepping back, he held out his arms and turned in a circle. “As for the evil thing, some would say the clothes are only as hot as the man wearing them.” He returned to crowd Michael against the bedpost, speaking low and intimate in the fractional space between. “And I’ve always been a scorcher, Mikey.”
Michael swallowed quickly, closing his eyes as he felt Brian pushing against the front of his body. The image of Brian clothed in a snakeskin printed silk shirt and cream leather pants spiraling through his mind like a kaleidoscope, till he felt almost dizzy. It was the same outfit Brian had worn to the political fund raiser he’d not been invited to, but chose to crash when Michael had been living with David Cameron. An outfit made to stand out in, no matter the venue. Whether it be a snobbish evening of politics for hire, or a night like the one they were about to attend.
Seeing it now, feeling the warmth of Brian’s body beneath them, had Michael reaching out to touch as his hands smoothed down Brian’s chest and around his waist to rest on his ass. Enjoying the sensation of the material under his hands, until he heard….
“Did I say you could touch?”
Eyes opening, Michael frowned and tried to kiss the serious look off Brian’s face only to be stopped as Brian stepped out of reach.
“Ask me, Michael. I want to hear you ask to touch me. What‘s my new favorite word?”
Seeing the twinkle in Brian’s eyes that belayed his expression, Michael followed the call of his desire and obeyed. “Please? Let me touch you?”
Looking pleased, Brian nodded only to again step out of Michael reach. Qualifying his consent, “Later tonight. You’ll get to touch me all you want. For now, I’m the one who gets to play.”
It was the look on Brian’s face that should have been Michael’s warning, but only during the course of their evening meal would he understand what Brian had meant.
A meal that proved surprising from the moment he and Brian came down from their room….
Unable to fight his impulse to cover up, Michael walked into the great room at Brian’s back – as if there was any protection in hiding from eyes that had already seen. He thought that if he had been Brian in the same situation, he’d have been completely unselfconscious – more at home in his skin. As it was, Michael was very conscious of everything, as if being naked had made his senses hyperaware.
He knew some comfort when he first saw Ashton was still naked as well. Glad to not be the only one… But then he noticed the slight changes to the man since the last time – God, Michael’s eyes closed for a moment at the thought of the last time – he’d seen the man.
More relaxed, as if his energetic reserves had been satisfied, Ashton was kneeling on the floor by Declan’s chair. He was smiling lazily, then responded to something Declan had said that Michael could not hear. His face flushed, eyes half closed and mouth full from use; he bowed his head submissively. When Declan brushed through his hair in a caress of possessive affection, Ashton closed his eyes completely - humming his appreciation as he leaned his face against Declan’s thigh.
Caught up in watching the intimacy between their hosts, Michael was surprised to find Brian now behind him as strong arms held him close.
Brian’s lips nuzzling Michael’s neck as he spoke, “Look at his chest.”
Eyes following down from Ashton’s content expression, Michael breathed out an, “Oh.”
Chest covered in love marks, Ashton’s skin was a testament to his Dom’s passion. But more than that, his nipple rings had been changed out so that now he wore silver loops with tear drop weights. The pull on his nipples wasn’t too great, but it added something new to the war between the stiffness of their arousal and the distention of gravity. The weights moving slightly as he breathed, with the rise and fall of his chest.
Michael’s pulse jumped as Brian’s fingers brushed over his chest, seeking and finding the hard nubs that had Michael melting back against him. “So sensitive, Mikey.” Brian’s words, the tone of them hot in Michael’s ear, and the feel of his roaming hands caused Michael to be aware of the aching fullness at his groin. He was hard still from before, now more so both from the view and Brian’s touch.
“Can we skip dinner?” Michael’s voice shook as he joked softly.
Chuckling low, delighted at Michael’s impatience, Brian answered, “One – we haven’t eaten all day. Two – you’ll need your strength for later tonight.” Stroking his fingers lower, he tangled them in the dark hair that framed Michael’s cock. “And three, watching you watching them is fucking hot.” Taking Michael’s hand, Brian guided the flushed and flustered man into the room. A smirk on his face and a grin in his eyes…
Dinner proved unconventional to say the least.
Hosted in the great room rather than the dining room, they were having a buffet style spread of mixed meat slices, cheese, bread and fruit. Nothing too heavy for a first night, Declan explained. Their caretaker’s wife prepared the main meals of the house when they were in residence, delivering them to the kitchen entrance each day without disturbing the routine of the owners. Declan laughed at what he assumed she took to be the eccentricity of foreigners, explaining that in truth he hadn’t wanted her to happen in at an inappropriate moment or during a scene.
Ashton’s murmured, “You just don’t want her ogling my arse and danglies,” set the room on a roar of laughter - causing Declan to give him a gentle cuff to the head despite his amusement.
Seated in front of the fire on gothic high back carved wood chairs that looked like thrones, a small round table set between them for their plates – Declan and Brian ruled over the course of the meal. They set Ashton and Michael to serving up the food for all off the highboard, each in turn so that their ample assets were on full display to the room. Michael had turned red, shooting Brian a glare before following through. Ashton explained that the reason there were only two plates was that Declan would be feeding him as Brian fed Michael. “So pile it on, darling. You’re carrying for two.”
Michael was about to respond, when Ashton turned and walked back to Declan – his backside coming into view. The cheeks of his ass were rosy red, warmed by Declan’s hand not long before. A glance at Brian, who had noticed as well, had Michael recalling the bad-boys-get-spanked comment. With his breath deepening, Michael swallowed down his words and turned back to put more food on their plate.
The experience of being fed by Brian was disconcerting, but not in the obvious way. At first Michael had thought that like Ashton, he would be kneeling on the plush and very large velvet pillows set at the foot of each chair. But Brian it seemed had other plans. He pulled Michael onto his lap, turning him sideways across his thighs. And then followed one of the longest meals of Michael’s life… Each bite offered was followed by a reward, a touch, a lick, a kiss until Michael was squirming under Brian’s hands – half desperate with lust.
Not that Declan was letting Ashton get by any easier, from what Michael could tell when he wasn’t looking into Brian’s fire lit eyes.
It took a moan, loud and deep, from across the way to draw both Michael and Brian’s heads around.
Plate empty, meal at its end – Ashton had been pulled over Declan’s lap to lie bum up as the Irishman played with his hot skin. Hands flat on the floor to keep his balance, Ashton fought to keep still for his Master’s pleasure even as he was driven half-mad with Declan’s skill. Fingernails drawn in circles over his cheeks, altered with a slap and rub – over and over again until Ashton was panting.
Michael’s focus held fast; his breathing began to match Ashton’s until Brian drew his attention back. Pulling, rolling Michael’s nipples as he switched in and out with the hot suction of his lips and the wicked glide of his tongue, Brian had the brunette almost wrecked as Michael called out, “Uhmm, Brian. Brian, I…. Oh, God.”
Too much, not enough - Michael clung to Brian’s shoulders as he felt like he was nearing the point of freefall. His face hidden, turned into Brian’s neck, Michael continued to moan. His murmurs a whimper of encouragement and desperation, until the only word he could form completely, repeatedly was, “please, please, please.”
Whether as a result of having driven himself as lust-crazed as Michael, or from the sound of need in Michael’s voice - Brian’s patience had run its last mile.
Never a man to heed niceties when his dick was pointing north, Brian didn’t even wait to say goodnight. He guided Michael off his lap, stood and pulled him through the room and to the stairs. The both of them leaving their hosts at play as Declan’s laughter and Ashton’s moans followed them on their way….
- - - - - - -
Door slamming shut behind them, Brian didn’t stop until they were by the bed. Drawing Michael’s hands up to his chest, he reminded, “You said something about wanting to touch me?” At Michael’s eager nod, Brian leaned in and licked gently at his full lips. Murmuring before he took Michael’s mouth completely, “Have at it.”
Releasing Michael’s hands as he started to undo the buttons, Brian framed the other man’s face as the kissing continued, heated and moist. Shirt undone, Brian groaned as Michael’s hands dropped to open his leather pants - stopping to trace the ridge of Brian’s sex. Breaking the kiss, Brian fell into Michael’s dark gaze as he said, “No more teasing. The only thing I want to be wearing for the next few hours is latex and you.”
The words were illicit, brazen…. And were enough to send a rush of heat flowing through Michael as he quickly pulled the waistband open and dragged the leather down Brian’s legs; kneeling to remove Brian’s shoes along with the pants. Until they were both bare and wanting, a moment away from having it all.
When Michael tried to lean in and take Brian into his mouth - a tempting sight, it was undeniable - Brian pulled him up with a strong grip, pushing the smaller man back onto the bed. At Michael's questioning look, Brian growled out an answer as he prowled up onto the mattress and over Michael’s body. “Later, right now I’m through waiting.” He breathed a hot gust over Michael’s open mouth, their faces pressed together at the brow. “I want inside you.”
Arching up into Brian’s weight, Michael gasped at the feel of Brian long and sleek and hard against him as he opened his thighs in invitation. “Do it, do it….Bri..uhmm.” Kissed again as Brian ran hands down his raised thighs, Michael panted for breath as Brian pulled away and reached to the table beside the bed.
Grabbing what they needed from where he’d placed it only hours before, Brian knelt back and looked at Michael. Looked at him clutching the sheets, eyes sharp with need as he lay open, wanton and best in Brian’s estimation - his.
Michael fought not to beg, biting his lip as Brian’s slicked fingers circled and pressed into his heat. He managed barely, but his breathing hitched and he was moaning again as Brian reached his… “Ahhh, please.” He couldn’t keep still, his hips rolling as Brian stroked his prostate again and again.
“Does it hurt?” Brian had to be sure, even as the voice in his head was screaming at him to take - the answer be damned.
“N… No, it…. You, ahh. So good.” His voice broke as Brian left him empty; the sound of tearing paper given his passion muddled mind the reason why. And then Brian was back again and Michael cried out; his body opening to the pressure and push of Brian as he entered with a determined thrust. The burn of entry giving way to the pleasure of the moment, Michael circled his strong thighs around Brian’s driving hips, pulled him in over and over.
Brian had meant to go slowly, an intent left on the doorstep of reason; but his body no longer answered the call of anything but its own need and the greed of the man clinging to him as they moved. Lips clashing, melding as the need to breathe warred with the need to taste - to take even as they took and gave, in equal measure. Until Brian broke away as his body seized on the verge - a cry, half grunt and half growl, wrestled from his gut as Michael raked his nails down Brian’s spine. And too quick, but hot as a rain storm on a summer day - Brian was pushed past his own control, spilling wet and warm into the sheath that was all that separated him from Michael.
And just as fast, he was pressing Michael down - holding his lover’s hands against the bed between the scattered pillows as he hissed a heated, “Wait, wait - keep still. Keep, oh fuck - still.” Eyes locked, dark brown to now near black, he focused on the feel of Michael beneath him - body strung tense with desire - the hard evidence of his unfulfillment rising upwards between their sweat wet bellies. Focusing too on the intense pressure and pull from within of Michael’s clinging muscles, the tight walls that vibrated around him with every squeeze Michael gave. And it was enough, more than all his body needed to hold his cock hard and aching to continue.
To manage the slow he’d intended all along….
Caught in the divide between coming and not, Michael panted as he struggled to hold himself still as Brian laid fully over him, still in him. Half mad with need, his body shook beneath the press and presence of Brian. He tried not to move, becoming bowstring tight; his thighs clasped hard and hands holding Brian‘s with a fierce grip. Unable to do anything but feel….
Feel it as Brian began to circle, to rock his hips into Michael. Moving slowly, fuck, so slowly but with continuing strokes - unrelenting and strong. At first barely leaving him, a inch out then in, out then in - then building the heat, the friction between them until he was undulating his body over Michael’s, into Michael’s, against Michael’s - working them both to the point of going senseless; their bodies nothing but the rhythm of the act, and the instruments of their greatest desire.
Skin wet, bodies hot - slick-marked by their striving for more, even as they were earning their end.
Grunting as Brian quickened his thrusts, Michael threw his head back and groaned. Almost, almost, oh shit, oh, oh fuck…he was, he was, going to…and then. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh…fuck, oh fuck.” A hand on his cock, jerking him quick and hard as Brian took them over, and took them through.
Feeling the aftershocks, Brian managed to reach between them and ease out of Michael - a tried smile on his face as Michael murmured an exhausted protest. He hissed softly at the sensitivity of his sex, disposing of the condom before collapsing onto the bed. Answering Michael’s sleep-tinged questioning sigh, Brian pulled him close - more than half way to unconsciousness himself when Michael spoke soft and low.
“Hmmm, wet and sticky….”
A laugh escaping, Brian whispered, “And stuck like glue.“ Words barely said, he succumbed to sleep. Michael held tight at his side.
- - - - - - -
“Good morning, Michael.”
Stopping mid-shuffle across the kitchen floor and blinking past the sleep that still filled his eyes, Michael turned his head in surprise at finding he wasn’t alone. “Shit…you scared me.” Startled at finding Declan standing across from him at the counter, he began to lift his hands to rub wakefulness into his blinking eyes - only to stop just as quick as he’d begun when he remembered…. “Double shit.“ A whispered mumble, a curse escaping as he stood rather sheepishly with his hands still hidden away in the pockets of Brian’s robe.
A robe he was not supposed to be wearing….
A small grin on his lips, Declan shook his head at Michael’s bird-in-headlights expression. It was clear that he’d heard Michael, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he waved Michael over and asked, “Where’s Brian?”
Watching Declan as he turned to continue with his original task, putting more bread in the toaster, Michael hugged himself nervously. “He…. He’s still asleep.” Clearing his throat as he purposefully dropped his arms, he continued, “I was just, ah. Going to get us some breakfast.”
Declan set the timing lever and turned to Michael. Leaning back against the counter, eyes amused and sharp, he took his time looking at his guest before nodding his head towards the refrigerator. “There’s fruit, some cereals in the cupboard. And you’re welcome to have toast; we’ve a large amount of jams from which to choose.” Crossing towards Michael, he stopped with only the island counter between them. “Should serve to satisfy any man’s sweet tooth; especially if he skipped or rather was dragged away before last night’s dessert.”
Feeling his face heat, Michael fought not to look away. Instead, he returned Declan’s gaze, looking over his host in turn.
Declan’s slim body was wrapped in a black silk robe, loosely tied as it framed him to sensual perfection. Hair tussled, black waves falling over his brow and back to his shoulders - he looked as good rolled out of bed as he did at any other time of the day. And his eyes…. They held a charge of wild blue that had Michael wetting his mouth, asking softly, “Ashton?”
Aware of Michael’s nervousness, Declan answered as he turned back and opened a cabinet door. “Still sleeping. He’s a regular night owl. Though I’m sure Brian has the same reason to still be abed as Ash.“ Throwing a smile over his shoulder, he teased, “I’m betting you shag-sapped all his strength.” When Michael ducked his eyes, Declan laughed and returned to making breakfast. Littering the counter with jam jars, he dug out a knife. “Do you like raspberry?”
Straightening his shoulders, trying to speak around his disconcertion, Michael answered. “I do. Uhmm, do you have apple? Brian likes apple.”
Declan nodded and carried two jars to the island. The toaster popped up on his way, so he retrieved the slices - four joining the four he’d already made before Michael came down. Declan opened the jams and began spreading the toast. Silent, letting the moment drag until it held a weight that seemed to call for someone to break it.
“Is he…” Michael swallowed, then started again under Declan’s raised brow. “Ashton, is he really your… Your….”
“My slave?” The way the Irishman said the word, it was intimate - passing his lips in a manner that spoke of something he cherished. Or rather, someone.
Michael nodded, still embarrassed to have asked. Feeling like he was treading on ground too sacred to touch.
Serious, yet soft, he answered, “He is.” He didn’t present it like it was something he had to excuse or justify; instead, Declan continued. “Ash is a submissive, Michael, like you. But unlike you, he was already an experienced player when he came to me. He’d already found many of the answers to questions you may be asking yourself.“ Pausing to look at Michael, Declan said, “In many ways, you’ll find him a mirror to yourself as you continue in your new role. But there is a distinction. Remember, Michael. Different roads...”
Wiping his hands on a hand towel, Declan circled the island and stopped close to Michael. It wasn’t an imposing closeness, more one meant to assure and share. “Whereas you are now Brian’s sub, Ash is that and more to me. He gave himself as a sub to me over ten years ago, and has served my needs ever since. But with time, he discovered he wanted more, that he needed more than his role could give him. That he needed two things more in order to feel complete. Permanence, and ultimate surrender to another’s will. To my will.”
Declan brushed the back of his fingers down the blue silk of Michael’s robe - his touch light, traveling to a stop as he turned and placed his hand flat over Michael’s heart. “His subjugation is one of the two greatest gifts I will ever know. His love was the first.” Caressing the smooth softness of the robe’s lapel - the touch barely grazing Michael’s chest, Declan lowered his chin and looked up through his lashes with a small smile. “So to answer your question again, yes. He has given himself to me, and has formalized our bond with his contracted slavery. I am Master, he is slave. Three years, 24/7, everyday.”
When Michael opened his mouth to speak, shaking his head as if about to protest something - Declan raised his hand. “I know, Michael. I know. Of all the choices you could make, this one isn’t for you. Ash’s needs are greatly varied from your own. He leans more towards extremes, and that’s not something either Brian or I require you to even consider.” Declan offered reassurance, “There are no expectations you need to feel pressured to fulfill. Instead, focus on what you and Brian would enjoy.”
As Michael drew in a breath and nodded, looking more relaxed - Declan’s grin returned. “Speaking of enjoyment….“ He stepped closer still, until they were almost pressed together, black to blue. An inch apart, Declan brushed his fingers softly over Michael’s mouth. “There is more than one way to wake up a man, Michael. And while breakfast in bed is nice, I’m pretty sure that Brian would appreciate waking up to something other than toast between these lips of yours.”
Michael closed his eyes, fighting a moan at the sense memory Declan’s words invoked. His body still ached so sweet, tender and sore from their night together - a night that had had them waking twice more to play. And the more he thought about Declan’s suggestion, the more he wanted to do it. To feel Brian inside him again, to taste him moving over his tongue.
When Michael opened his eyes, Declan was back across the island retrieving the toast that had popped up unnoticed only moments before. Smiling at his own awkward thought of how to say ‘see yah later, I‘m going to go blow my man’ - Michael optioned instead for, “Okay, I… I’m going to head back up.”
He was halfway to the stairs when a sudden jerk at his waist stopped him; leaving him shocked to find Declan at his back and the belt of the robe in the Irishman’s hand. Another yank and the robe fell open to the waist; another and it fell to Michael’s feet. Too sudden and too surprised to protest, Michael was left naked in the light of the morning sun.
Grabbing up the robe with his free hand, Declan threw it over a chair nearby and then held out the forgotten plate of jam spread toast. “Afterwards, take a lazy morning. The only plan for Sundays is to relax. We’ll see you around three; there’ll be sandwiches in the refrigerator when you both want to eat.”
Michael took the dish, feeling the rush of heat as it touched his face and chest. Chagrined at having forgotten the very thing he’d come down for in the first place. That and the reminder that he’d broken the rules. Laughing softly, he said, “At this rate, I’m going to have the complexion of a beet.”
Declan’s fond laugh sounded behind him as Michael quickly ran up the stairs; his pace chorusing the enthusiasm that shone in his smile.
- - - - - - -
Persistent knocking met a distracted Brian’s ears hours later, sounding just barely for all its force over the running water of the shower. A shower he was presently sharing with a man who was taking a very hands-on approach to learning Brian’s hot spots. “Ohh, fuck. Hold, ahh. Hold that thought.” Brian dodged Michael’s talented fingers, stepping out from the bathroom to answer the door.
Naked and wet, and without a thought to any notion of propriety. Not that propriety held any weight given that Brian opened the door to find an equally nude, albeit dry, Ashton Forster.
A highly amused and smiling Ashton Forster, who leaned against the wall with his hip cocked and offered forth something that had Brian raising his eyebrows. “While I’m sure this would prove flattering with my blue eyes, I believe it already has an owner.”
Seeing his own robe folded neatly over Ashton’s arm, Brian called out Michael’s name. With a rueful grin, he took the robe from Ash and turned to wait Michael’s entrance. Stopping as a loud whistle in finest cat-call fashion, broke through the room. Brian looked back at the assessing twinkle in Ashton’s appreciative gaze, laughing as the Englishman shrugged and said, “Like I could help myself considering the view.”
Before Brian could answer back, Michael entered the room but stopped quickly when he saw both their company and the robe. The smile on his face falling as he realized he’d been caught out.
Brian held back his amusement, keeping his face blank. Crossing to Michael, he slowly pulled on the robe - leaving it open down the front and clinging to his wet skin as he crowded Michael against the wall - arms straight, palms to the wall and Michael trapped in between. “Forget to tell me something?”
Meeting Brian’s eyes, Michael nodded - trying to figure out how to explain. It wasn’t like it had been to spite Brian; he’d just gone on instinct. Strange house, going downstairs for food while still sleepy - putting on something was natural for him. Well, that and the admitted part of him that had thought - it’s early, no one would see.
Since he didn’t know what to say, he tried for, “Sorry?”
Face splitting as he lost the war to remain imposing, Brian hid his smile in Michael’s hair and pushed their bodies together - the continuing evidence of his wet and wild resultant erection pressed into Michael’s stomach. Speaking quietly, he teased in a rush of hot words, “Naughty, naughty Novotny. What’s a poor Dom to do to keep this ass in line?” He lowered his hands and ran them over Michael’s hips, then dropped them to his cheeks - enjoying Michael’s deepening breath, and the moan that his touch caused.
Looking over at Ash, who was paying avid attention by the looks of his half hard dick - wait…. Brian’s eyes stayed locked on the other man’s length; particularly to the silver outline that was again encircling Ashton’s flesh. A mischievous expression on his face, Brian turned back from the view and pulled Michael across to the bed. “Lie down…”
Michael shot a look to Ash, then back to Brian. Clearly about to either say something or protest, Michael chose instead to swallow down his second-guessing. He sat on the bed, lying back as Brian stood between his legs. Closing his eyes when Brian said to, Michael heard a drawer open and close. Just when he was about to give in and peek, he gasped aloud. Warm fingers touching him, tracing the soft skin along the length of his penis and over his balls - Michael whimpered softly. His sex stirring but still sensitive from use…
But then the touch changed; Brian’s grip moving from tease to… “Oh shit.”
Eyes popping open, Michael shook as he watched Brian fastening a small measure of torment around his flesh. Black leather, a cock ring that held him tight and high - and which served the main purpose of restricting his ability to….
“Ashton, what’s the longest Declan’s made you go without coming?” Brian asked, his fingers circling gently over the tight skin of Michael’s testicles. Eyes never straying from the sight of Michael clutching the bedding as Brian continued to play.
From behind them, Ash answered, “Twenty-one very long days.” Voice sounding a tad gruff at the memory.
Michael went extremely still, a please-no look on his face that had Brian feeling a sympathetic twinge at the thought himself. Standing Michael up again, Brian hugged him and pulled his hand down between them. Feeling Michael’s touch on his hard-on, he murmured secretly for only Michael to hear, “Not to worry, Mikey. I enjoy hearing you come too much to do that to either of us.” He hummed as Michael stroked him softly, slowly. Then pulled back with reluctance…. “However, for the next few hours it stays on. Understood?”
Cupping himself as Brian loosely tied the robe close, Michael smiled weakly. “Understood.” The word sounding more like ‘Bastard’ than anything else….
Brian responded with a slap to Michael’s butt, then turned to Ash. “So is this where I say, ‘Lead on, MacDuff’?”
Snorting, Ash sauntered down the hall - his response echoing back, “Only if you want to prove yourself a prat on top of being a prick.”
A beat of disbelief, and then all that was left in the Englishman’s wake was Michael’s laughter and Brian’s grin.
- - - - - - -
“The man has his own private sauna. Fuck, I think I might wanna be him when I grow up.”
They were standing on the brink of stepping into the steam filled room; Brian running one hand up Michael’s forearm, the other rubbing at the back of his neck. Declan and Ash already having gone inside. Changing his tone from teasing to quietly intense, Brian spoke. “I like you in nothing but my three rings.” He dropped his hand down Michael’s arm, encircling his cuffed wrist as he continued, “Just picture it. You at the comic store, customers all around and me on your mind. Always feeling me there with these to remind you. Two to see, and one to feel.”
The ring-to-feel grew tighter as Michael responded to Brian’s words. His sex hardening as he listened, Michael gasped out Brian’s name.
Brian looked down between them, eyes half shadowed and growing dark. “I don’t even have to touch you and you’re hard for me.” Pulling Michael in, Brian took his mouth - hungry and quick. Breaking the kiss to say, “That’s fucking hot, Mikey.“
“Shit,” Michael knew in theory that Brian was a master of the game, but knowing was miles away from being the focus of Brian’s sexual seduction. All he wanted to do was drag Brian back up to their room and finish what he’d started, but Michael knew it wasn’t going to happen. So he did what he could in the moment….
Untying the belt of Brian’s robe, Michael shoved it off his lover’s body and pressed against him. Holding him tight with arms around Brian’s waist, Michael buried his face against Brian’s chest. Listening to the rumble of Brian’s chuckle as talented fingers traveled through his hair. Wallowing in the moment….
“Looks like you both could use a breather.”
Turning their heads, they found Declan standing with Ash at his back. The smooth line of their host’s body was visible, bare and moist with sweat as he stood unselfconscious to the room.
Ashton wrapped his arms around Declan’s waist. His chin on Dec’s shoulder. “Shall I get the hose?” His good natured tease turning south as he….
Declan slapped the back of Ash’s downward wandering hand, “Go wet the stones, smartarse.”
Pressing a kiss to his lover’s neck, Ash agreed, “Yes, Master.” He turned to leave, trailing his hand down the length of Declan’s arm before going….
Drawing Brian and Michael’s eyes to the flesh of Declan’s inner right arm. Inked dark into his skin, the only mark he carried on his body was a tattoo. A straight line from elbow to wrist with lettering that neither man could make out in the brief time they had before Declan brought his arm up, crooking his finger to call them to follow into the sauna. His face showed he’d caught them staring; the amusement clear as he said, “Show and tell this way, gentlemen.”
Heat hitting them like a wave, Michael and Brian entered the room. Two levels of wood benches set against the far wall, white tile surrounding - the sauna was small and unassuming. Fresh towels had been thrown over each bench, easing the way for them to sprawl out in comfort.
Declan moved smoothly through the steam, seating himself on the upper level with Ash coming to lie on his back with his head on Declan’s lap. Brian pulled Michael to sit between his legs, leaning against his chest; the two of them straddling the bench, resting in juxtaposition with Brian’s back to the wall.
Soothing his fingers through Ash’s damp hair, Declan said, “This one’s the storyteller….” He smiled at Ashton’s questioning look, “Our guests are curious about our tats, so I thought I’d give you the floor.” When Ash started to sit up and get down, Declan pushed him back into place with a laugh. “Not literally, slave.”
Sticking his tongue out, Ashton settled into his lover’s lap - saying in contrast to his actions, “As Master likes….” Deep breath, and a mischievous grin on his face.… “Once upon a time….”
“Ashton. One warning left….”
Unable it seemed to contain the impulse, Ashton held his hand up to Declan as if to shake. “Hi, I’m a handful. Have we met?”
Declan’s lips twitched but managed to retain his laugh. Instead, he gave Ash’s hair a tug. “That was your last. Anymore, and you’ll be bum-burned before morning.”
Squirming in a way that showed anticipation rather than dread, Ashton cleared his throat. And began again; this time with more of a sense of reverence for his topic. “We’d been together seven years when I asked to be Dec’s slave. On our anniversary, no less. And like the brain-shrinker that he is, he didn’t agree right away. Wanted me to understand the consequences of making the decision. I had weeks of it; talking, discussing and talking some more. When he agreed, I was off-my-head happy. Wanted to jump right into it. But then he threw me a curve.
“See, he wanted to formalize the bond. Had contracts drawn, planned a ceremony for just us two. I was chuffed to bits; then he told me the rest. He was making us wait seven days. A week apart, no contact in any way. Said he wanted me to have time to reflect on my decision. Which translated to be sure because there was no backing out later.” He looked up at Declan, then back to Michael and Brian. “Was a bit pissed at having to wait, but more so because I already knew I’d decided. It was what I’d been wanting for years…. So anyway, by day three I was going mad. Wanting to be with him, to at least talk to him but I held out like he wanted. And it gave me time to think.
“There’s a tradition in the scene; one that I wanted to embrace for Declan. The giving of a master’s gift…. Something that signified permanence. And these…” he held up his inked wrists for closer view, “were my gift.”
Three inches round. The designs were intricate, beautiful, but left a question…
One that Michael voiced as he looked at the lettering, “What do they say?”
Ash smiled, again looking up at his lover as he finished his story. “I wanted them to be intimately connected to him, to his heritage. Father - Russian. Mother - Irish. The right says Declan, in Cyrillic letters. The left is the Irish form of his name, Deaglán, in Gaelic script. Permanent bands to mark Dec’s ownership over me, freely given. The choice to give up my choice, freely made.”
The moment signified in silence. No words passed for the longest as Declan and Ash remained lost in the moment, seeing only each other.
Michael looked up, his attention drawn away when Brian threaded their fingers together. The two of them sharing a moment of their own; one built on history. History and love.
Sharing until they were pulled back by Ashton’s quick trip to re-wet the stones; the steam rising behind him with a hiss as he returned.
Brian spoke to both his and Michael’s continuing curiosity, nodding his head towards Declan. “So what’s your part of the story?”
Declan started to answer, mouth open and his words just about to sound when Ashton broke his lover’s concentration. Curling over, his face pressed in at Declan’s waist - Ashton pulled Declan’s arm straight, opening it to view, and leaned in to lick, softly, smoothly, alone the inner bend of the Irishman’s arm. One lick, two. The third ending with Declan’s shuddered moan, his free hand buried in Ashton’s hair - holding him still as if more would be too much. “No, dar…. Darkling, don’t.”
With obvious pleasure at having succeeded in tearing through Dec’s dominant shield, Ashton teased lightly, “Ohhhh, you said the D-word.”
Wiping his clinging black curls off his forehead, Declan laughed - giving Michael and Brian a small look of exasperation that didn’t read in his eyes. “He’s enjoying playing up being a saucy sprite. Mix that in with the other-worldly talent of his tongue; and the nick makes better sense.” Reaching down, Dec made a quick grab for the closest of Ash‘s nipple rings - rolling it once, then pulling on it with just enough tension to made his slave moan in turn, both with desire and the understood warning.
Holding his arm out like Ash had done before, Declan let them see. There were four letters - each over an inch high, running in a straight line down his inner arm; beginning just below the spot that Ash at teased and ending just over Declan’s wrist. The letters beautifully etched, each was designed as a hollow outline with a leaf housed in the center.
N - U - I - N
“Nuin is a Druidic word. It means Ash, as in the Ash tree. Known as the Tree of Life; found throughout early Druidic, Nordic and Irish mythology. The tattoo was my answer to Ashton’s gift; and represents Ash’s place in my life, as both my center and my universal truth.”
The words barely said; Ashton ran his fingers along the mark, murmuring, “He gave it me on our first anniversary as Master and slave; had it done while I watched. Don’t even remember how long it took. All I can recall is the look in his eyes, staring through the pain - seeing me so clear, knowing me so well.” Lying back, he closed his eyes and hugged Declan’s arm across his chest - three words passing with a sigh, “It was amazing.”
The end of the story found Michael in a similar position to Ash; both of Brian’s arms crossed around him, Michael holding tight. Holding onto the one man in his life, in his world, that had ever made him feel….
Encompassed.
The power of recognition had its impact; Michael blinked back against the watering of his eyes. Feeling the emotion rising, but managing to keep it at bay within Brian’s arms.
That is until he heard Brian’s voice in his ear, letters said in an intimate progression - each pressed closer and closer to his ear for only him to hear. “A. L. W. A. Y. S.”
And the tears did fall, silently as Michael closed his eyes - the moisture getting lost with the sweat that covered his face.
Lost, but not unknown as Brian turned Michael’s face to his and took him with a kiss. Took the man, took the heart and savored the taste of love.
- - - - - - -
Michael and Ashton’s giggles bounced off the tiles as they rounded the corner; Michael shaking his head and saying, “You wanna repeat that….”
“Dommie-Day.” He turned to watch Michael holding a hand to his mouth, still laughing. “So called just because it drives Dec nuts.”
The two of them were still wet from the dipping pool. They’d left Brian and Declan sitting in the cool water - Ashton still pondering his coming punishment for making a ball-shrinkage remark to his Master, and Michael still buzzed from having Brian replace his cuffs and cock-ring that had been removed before they’d all sat in the waist deep square built pool at floor level next to the sauna room.
Following Ashton to the adjacent room, Michael looked around in amazement. “Wow, this is something.” The room was designed in an Eastern motif; wooden screens along the walls intricately carved, wooden floors covered in mats that would have called for the removal of shoes had they been wearing them, silk banners of china red and gold dragons covering the far wall. It was almost like a temple, but not - as evidenced by the large round black marbled tub that took up half the room; again built into the floor so that you had to step down into it.
Ashton murmured agreement, “Uhmm huhhh. It’s like a geisha wet dream. Dec thought I’d lost my mind when I mentioned the idea but he let me go wild regardless.” He knelt down and turned on the taps, letting the tub fill as he moved to sit with his feet in the tub, leaning back on his hands. “Anyway, I call Sunday’s Dommie-Day because it’s usually a time for me to pamper Declan and enjoy myself making him melt into a puddle. It’s a day when he lets me plan ways to play caretaker. And I enjoy having him all to myself - no thoughts for work or patients. Just him and me, you know.”
Michael sat down, crossing his legs Indian style so that his groin wasn’t on display - he’d yet to get used completely to being nude, but found it to be more disconcerting when Brian wasn’t there, than when he was… “We must seem like party crashers.” He turned to Ashton, “Sorry about that.”
Ashton reassured, “Michael, there’s nothing to apologize for. I’m glad you’ve come. It’s incredible; watching you both together. Seeing you experience each other.” Grinning he added, “Believe me, it’s as titillating from the gallery as I’m sure it is from the stage.”
Michael’s lips quirked as a smile followed hard upon a blush. He cleared his throat, asking, “So what happens next on Dommie-Day?” He couldn’t even say it without laughing.
“That is entirely up to you. It’s the one day of the week in which the sub is allowed, or rather, is expected to devise the day. You get to decide what you think Brian would enjoy. What you would like giving him, doing with him.”
Michael looked around the room for a long moment, thinking about the possibilities for pampering when it hit him. He turned back to Ashton, who was adding spiced oil to the water and turning the jets on low. “I’ve got an idea, but it could get messy.”
Ashton clapped his hands together, as if saying goodie. “All good plans should, darling. All good plans should.”
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“Fuck, fuck… Oh, fuck. Yeahhh….”
Brian groaned, loudly. His voice escaping control, literally worked out of him by Michael’s persistent talented hands.
At first skeptical of why he was supposed to lie ass to the wind, Brian had taken one look at Michael’s eager expression and he’d thrown away the reticence and plopped down. Lying on the bath sheet that had been spread out on the floor beside the tub, he’d had the perfect view of Declan and Ash - watching the two settling in the bath as Dom leaned back against his slave. Watching as Ashton soothed his hands over his lover’s body, washing Dec with great care and attention. Watching until Michael’s touch came down upon him and all thought to the fabulous view waned under the need to feel more of the same.
Oil, spiced and warm, flowed down his spine and over his thighs - followed hard upon by Michael’s hands. A slide, a press, a circling of palms from neck to waist, waist to thighs, thighs to feet. No inch of him left undone. It was wonderful; it was good. And then with great surprise and delight, it became more….
“Ahhh, huh.” Fingers changed out to arms, forearms running down his back and over his ass. Then arms to legs, shins and thighs rubbing over his own. And finally Michael’s chest, circling down and over his behind and up his back until Michael was covering him fully - pressed tight from the shoulders down as he undulated and writhed over Brian’s body, thrusting his hard-on into the warmth and friction of Brian’s oil slicked skin.
It was then that Brian began to curse, sounding his pleasure as his body shuddered and jerked - Michael’s hand pushed down between them, rolling and pulling on Brian’s balls until Brian could do nothing but come, spraying wet beneath them as his body cascaded into melted limbed bliss.
Coming down from the high, Brian opened his eyes and rubbed his ass against the feel of Michael’s aching length - laughing as Michael gasped and gripped his arms to stay atop him. Brian settled down again, enjoying the weight of Michael on his back. Turning his eyes to the tub, he murmured, “Look at them, Mikey. Look at what you helped do….”
Resting his head on Brian, breath still ragged as he fought to come back from the edge of the leap he wasn’t allowed to take, Michael did look. Looked to find he couldn’t look away.
Jets running, water warm - Declan arched against Ash, his eyes open and lashes low as he sat caught between the delicious pull of two torments. His head lolled back into Ashton’s wondrous hands as his slave massaged his scalp, his neck and washed his hair. A delicious torment, that. Added with the other; the cause of his gasps and moans - this time the touch his own. Declan’s self pleasuring evident by the motion of his arm and the look on his face. His hips thrusting, driving up into his own hand as he continued to watch his guests at play. As he followed them, retaining his control only for a few moments more - losing it finally, grasping desperately at the man who held him - Declan’s free arm thrown back to hold on to Ash as he shot with a groan. His eyes only then closing, content to lie weakly in the strength of Ashton’s arms.
Lying there still as Ashton smiled softly; smiled and poured water gently through his hair until all traces of shampoo were gone…. Turning to kiss his lover as Ash nuzzled his neck, fingers tangled in the soft black that fell around their faces - hiding them from view.
As Declan turned to Ash; the two getting lost in each other again - Michael pressed his face into the back of Brian’s neck. Inhaling the scent of spice, sweat, sex and him. Body shaking just a bit, emotion high and desire still zinging through his blood, he murmured, “I want to be with you, lie in bed with you.” Lifting up to meet Brian’s eyes, he whispered, “Take me?”
One look, the glance almost physical, and Brian agreed with a nod. Surprised to find that words, for once, would not come. And were not needed….
tbc - Part 7...
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