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Title: “Encompassed…” - Part 7
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 7
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“Awww… No, no, stop!” The yell, the shout sounded through the foyer; Michael’s laughter contradicting his words as he rushed through the entrance with Brian on his heels. Running from Brian’s grasping hands, Michael made a side-stepping dash and sprinted across the great room - the bang of the front door being slammed shut by Brian following in his wake.
The chase on, Brian ran after him - making grabs only to come up with air or the edge of Michael’s coat. A coat that Michael quickly shimmied out of, almost succeeding in his escape until Brian caught up with him and spun Michael around, holding him caught in his arms.
Before the fire, breathless and panting from play - they stood. The morning waned unnoticed through the windows behind them; time having blended together from the moment they’d awoken lazy and slow, comfortable to lie and look. To know one another with a new ease.
Sometime later, they’d made a quick trip to the kitchen for food before Brian had surprised Michael with a trip outside - fully clothed, of course, continuing the day in the absence of their hosts. The idea being to take a walk, get a better look around. The reality ending with them both getting frisky, thrilling in the fresh albeit sharp cold air - the two reduced to boyish snowball throwing and tumbles in the snow.
Not that Brian had let Michael out of the house without a rather fitting, and fitted, reminder of their new roles. As Michael was prompt to recall when Brian threw off his own coat and began to slowly, pointedly remove Michael’s clothing one button at a time. The warmth of the fire’s flame, and the look in Brian’s eyes heated Michael’s blood. Drawing his focus down; down to what lie beneath his jeans. Or rather, to what he was wearing under them by Brian’s province, and Declan’s design.
Black, square cut across his hips and upper thighs like boxer briefs - they resembled a pair of swim trunks, the material almost the same. Tight, molding his every curve. But with a difference. A very restrictive, confining difference. Custom-crafted, the fabric hid the leather straps underneath - straps that resembled a jock but served instead as a harness to Michael’s sex. Made to house his balls, forward and high to accentuate the bulge; the length of his shaft was pulled up and tight to his body, held immobile and bound.
Serving its purpose as Michael squirmed, prevented from getting hard even as he grew more and more aroused. Brian’s hands had sought him out multiple times since he’d put the outfit on; each time causing Michael to moan, struggling through the delicious tease, and the titillating torment of denial. Leaving him hyperaware and wanting despite the distraction of the snow.
A puddle of clothing at his feet, Michael remained still as Brian circled him. His breath catching as Brian’s hands smoothed down his back and around his hips, coming to a stop with a palm at his waist and the other cupping his groin. Brian’s voice sounding against his neck….
“Just one pull, Mikey. One. And you’ll be popping a boner the second I slide these down your thighs. I like knowing that.” His words growing lower, breathy and hot. “I like it a lot.”
When Michael tried to turn around - his need to touch or kiss Brian overriding his control, Brian stopped him with a tight hug from behind. “Ahh ah. Behave yourself, behave.”
Groaning, Michael peered back at the taller man. Saying with a laugh, “I thought you liked it when I misbehaved. Since you’re so often the cause.”
Hiding his grin in Michael’s hair, Brian gave Michael’s butt a swat. “Wiseass.” He walked around to face Michael, his fingers teasing along the edge of the black fabric. Pulling it slowly, inch by inch away from Michael’s waist, he said in a seductive tone, “What’s the magic word?”
Gasping in surprise as he was jerked forward, pulled against Brian’s body, Michael managed to answer, “Ple…. Please.”
Humming in response, Brian asked, “Please do what, Mikey?” His eyes flashing with a hungry glint. “Take ‘em off? Leave ‘em alone? You’re gonna have to tell me what you want?”
“You, I want you.” Breath quickening, eyes wide and trusting, “I want to give you what you want.”
Sucking in air as Michael’s words burned through him, hotter than hot, Brian found himself leaning in to kiss him. Feeling Michael moan as he pulled down on the fabric encasing Michael from his touch; feeling the rise and heat of Michael’s cock as it hardened quick and true between them as they continued to kiss.
“Oh, he IS a sweet talker.” Ashton’s words broke through the haze of Michael and Brian’s senses, causing them to end their kiss - a satisfied smile on Brian’s lips, a groan from Michael as he hid his face against Brian’s chest. Neither of them having seen the Englishman sitting on a chaise in one corner of the room, covered by only a burgundy throw over his lap with a book in his hands.
Ruffling Michael’s hair with affection, Brian addressed their voyeur. “What are you reading?”
Giving the cover of his book a cursory glance, Ash said, “’One Hundred And One Ways To Please Your Man: An Idiot’s Guide To Passive Aggression For The Gay Submissive‘.” He’d barely gotten through his own joke before cracking a smile and laughing. Turning the book towards them, he answered truthfully, “It’s called ’Narcissus In Chains’ - one of the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter books by Laurell Hamilton. My guilty pleasure. I’m a bit of a nut for vampires.” He chucked the book down and threw off the throw before standing. “Dec is finishing up in his darkroom; said to tell you to meet him on the stairs at two o’clock.” Turning to go to the kitchen, he looked back over his shoulder - hip cocked and ass on full view. “Off to grab a bite.” He left laughing at his own bad pun.
Shaking his head in amusement, Brian’s focus turned back to Michael. Feeling him shiver as Brian’s snow covered jeans came in contact with Michael’s bare skin. “Hey. Let’s go up. Have a quick shower to get you warm.”
When Brian turned to lead him upstairs, Michael gripped his hand and gave it a tug. Biting his lip, he tried to speak despite the tightness of his throat. “Brian. I….” He knew that today would be their first ‘scene’ and he didn’t know what to expect. He’d never felt such a mix of anticipation and ….
“Feeling a little nervous?” Brian could read it clear on Michael’s face. As his lover nodded, Brian brushed his hand up Michael’s neck and cupped his face. “Michael, if you’ve changed your mind, we’ll stop. I’m not going to do anything to scare you, nothing to you that you don’t want. Just say the word and we’ll go.” Seeing the protest coming, he added, “Together, Mikey. Leaving this behind won’t change what we are now; it won’t make you any less mine.”
Smiling now, Michael paid no heed to Brian’s cold clothing. Instead he hugged Brian, embraced by him in kind. Embraced and lifted up for a moment as Brian held him inches off the ground, Michael laughing as he was put back onto his feet. Their arms still locked, Michael closed his eyes and then opened them to find Brian’s own. Eyes locked, he murmured the words that most filled his heart. “I love you.”
Kissing him softly, Brian then tightened his arms - holding Michael close as he whispered in his hair, “I do, too. Mikey. I do too.”
Pulling back, Michael smiled - a naughty light in his eyes. “You said something about getting hot and wet in confined spaces?”
Brian let his hands travel down, circling his palms over Michael’s curves. “Memory does serve, yeah. I take it we’re staying then?”
Michael smiled, nodding his head before turning to dash up the stairs. Brian fast on his heels, unable to resist trailing a pace behind.
Understandable, considering the view….
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Spot-lit from above, the light shone down in a soft amber hue - embracing just the three of them. The rest of the large expanse remained in the dark, in the attic that was home to Declan’s playroom. Locked when they were not in residence, it was open and laid out in welcome to his guests. The areas surrounding, divided by lights now unlit, instead of by walls - each for a separate purpose, or form of play. But faded back; the only space needed now centered amongst the rest - the light setting a boundary of focus beyond which neither Brian nor Michael looked to breach.
Their clearest view being each other‘s face….
“Still okay?” Brian’s words were laced with warmth, with his own response to Michael’s circumstance.
Seated astride a large wide leather upholstered bench with an upright back rest that rose up a few inches above his head, Michael released a staggered sigh and nodded. Feeling just this side of overwhelmed, he moaned as Brian leaned in and kissed him, brief and sweet. Moaned because he wanted to move into the touch but couldn’t. Moaned because not being able to only heightened his body’s response.
They’d come up the private stairs only a short while before; following Declan as he turned the key and proceeded. Declan first, dressed with a difference in black linen trousers with a sleeveless vest - leather, tight and buttoned to the neck with a mandarin collar that left only his face and arms bared. Brian second, wearing black leather pants molded to his body with nothing in between; shirtless, it was the only garment he wore. And third, Michael - nude but for his cuffs; their weight a reminder that anticipation could feel almost tangible.
Led through the room past things they could not see, they had stopped in the center. The bench framed in the light. It was in an L-shaped design - though the seat was longer than the backrest; allowing as Michael was soon to find, for two men to sit in comfort. Brian’s nod and guiding hand had Michael seated, legs straddling the bench as he sat upright; the feel of leather at his back. Once settled, Brian had turned to face Michael - sitting so near that he had lifted Michael’s thighs to rest atop his own; their bodies fitted together, the feel of smooth leather touching Michael’s skin from neck to thighs while the heat of Brian’s legs cushioned and anchored Michael close.
Looking from Brian to Declan, Michael had waited with little patience to find out what was coming next. Not that either man was unaware of the energy that was brewing under the surface, as was clear when Brian had nodded to Declan and had held out his hand. “He’s ready.” Walking into the dark for only a moment, Declan had returned - giving Brian that for which he‘d asked.
Holding it up for Michael to see, Brian ran his hands over the two cuffs and the adjustable strap that connected them. He watched Michael’s eyes widen as he realized what might be coming next. “They’re not for your wrists.” Trailing his fingers up Michael’s arm, Brian murmured, “Remember my belt?”
Voice not working on the first try, Michael replied on the second, “Yes.”
Declan’s voice, firm but kind, sounded, “Yes, Sir. You must show your Dominant the proper respect in a scene, Michael.”
Shooting his gaze from Dec back to Brian, seeing the light in his lover’s eyes and the lift in his lips - Michael answered again, “Yes, Sir.” Surprised to find the word a more intimate form of address than he’d known it to be with anyone else in his life.
Brian smiled softly, feeling his own blood humming in reaction. Unbuckling the cuffs, he continued. “We’re going to start with a bit of what you already know you’re comfortable with; I’m going to restrain you, bind you to the chair.” He slid the cuffs on one at a time, threading the strap behind the backrest and fastened each high on Michael’s arms - just under his shoulders. “Declan’s going to adjust it so that you can’t move.”
Feeling the pull on the cuffs, the bite of them holding him tight . . . their presence known, but without pain - Michael closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing. Already feeling the raw emotion that had accompanied him on the few times he’d let anyone tie him, restrain him in any way. Caught, possessed and hot with the wickedness of his current state, he tried to move against them - enjoying the moment when it was most clear that he would be unable to alter his capture without Brian’s consent. Or by the use of the one word that was farthest from his mind….
“Still okay?” Brian’s concern had Michael opening his eyes again, and nodding. A moan of almost something akin to thanks passing from him as Brian rewarded him with a kiss.
“So eager, he is…. You’re very fortunate, Brian.”
Not looking away from Michael’s face, his own expression speaking to the certainty and trade-mark conceit he was known for - Brian agreed with their host, “I know.” He brushed another kiss over Michael’s moist lips, telling him, “Grip the edge of the seat and don’t let go.” Sitting back, he watched - pleased as Michael followed his instructions.
His own hands clutching the leather that cushioned Michael’s head, Brian leaned in until Michael was practically in his lap. Leaned in and hovered a kiss over Michael’s face; his lips traveled the line of Michael’s jaw but never touched. His closeness mixed with Michael’s capture causing the bound man to shake, his blood traveling south with a speed that left Michael flushed and hard.
A whisper as Brian brushed lips over Michael’s ear, “Do you want me to touch you?”
A whisper back, “Yes. Sir.” The last added in afterthought, almost forgotten in the distraction that was Brian.
A grin, and then Brian was there - breathing hot, blowing softly over Michael’s mouth. “Not - quite - yet.“ Each word said was punctuated by the passage of another heated sweep that came close to contact, but never found purchase. At Michael’s soft sound of protest, Brian pulled away. “One more thing before I do, Mikey. One more thing….”
It was on Michael’s tongue, the word anything - but it never sounded. Instead Declan came to stand at their sides, face half in shadow as he started to speak. “We’re adding a new element into play, Michael. First,” his fingers waved over the arm cuff nearest him, “begin with what you know; something that serves your needs. Then,” he nodded to Brian, “change things up just a bit with something new.”
A finger under Michael‘s chin, drawing his eyes back, and Brian added, “A little something to center your focus. Coming - right - up….” A smirk on his lips, Brian leaned back on one hand and arched his hips. Reaching down, his fingers digging lewdly inside his low slung pants until he caught the edge of what he’d gone in to find. A tug, a pull and then with a jerk it came free. Brian’s prize, held up for Michael’s eyes. Black silk, a blindfold clutched in his hand. The fabric was wrinkled from being stuffed in at Brian’s groin, intentionally housed there and now scented with him…. “I want you to know it’s me touching you,“ a soft kiss over both of Michael’s eyes, and then Brian tied the silk in place - cutting off his view. “That with every breath, you know I’m here.”
Vision gone, Michael floated in the moments that followed. The passage of nothing said, and only the touch of Brian’s legs to ground him. He gripped the bench; his own breath roaring in his ears, eyes watering and skin shining with a cool sheen of sweat. It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable, just feeling off kilter in a strangely energized way. It was like everything was sharper, new.
And then there was touch; there was heat. There was Brian’s hands running up his legs, rubbing just there over that spot on his inner thigh that had Michael jerking - groaning when the cuffs held him tight; caught as Brian continued to play. Groaning again when he inadvertently let go of the bench to reach out for Brian, only to have the back of his hand popped and firmly guided back to where he’d just let go.
“Learn, Michael. Learn to accept your Dominant’s wishes; learn control over your baser instincts when they counter his will. His word is law, his voice your guide.”
Face turned towards the direction of Declan’s voice, Michael nodded. Then started when Brian’s teeth nipped at his ear, lips moving over the shell of it as Brian spoke.
“Do you remember the first time, Mikey? The first time I blindfolded you; the first time I guided you blind.”
Unable to move his head back as Brian continued to lick and kiss his neck, Michael whispered, “Yes. I… Yes, Sir. The baths… You tricked, uhmm. Took me there the first time.”
Brian chuckled, the sound burning up and down Michael’s spine. “And you didn’t let a man touch you all night, just stood in your little towel and watched from the dark.” A lick, a soft soft soft brush of lips over Michael’s mouth, and then Brian added, “I was there in the shadows, watching you watching them. Knowing that I was the one you were looking for….“
“Brian,” Michael’s voice admonished even as it sounded, filled with a bashful thrill.
“Tisk, tisk. Not Brian, Mikey. Still, Sir….” Brian teased, leaning back as Michael ducked his head - nodding as he smiled in chagrin for having been caught out again.
Declan walked around to Michael’s back; his look telling Brian that it was time for more.
Brian held up a hand first, indicating they would wait until he had the answer to his next question. “Who was the last man to blindfold you? Who was the last one to hold your trust enough for you to agree?”
Hesitating, the answer came only after a span of time as Michael worked up the courage to say what he thought would be seen as pathetic. Embarrassed by the lack, but answering with the truth. “It’s only been you. I didn’t want to try with anyone that wasn’t….”
“That wasn’t what?”
“That wasn’t you.”
With a hunger raging borderline with his willingness to continue the scene, Brian answered the emotion of Michael’s admission in the best form of communication he knew. The physical…
Kissed to the point of light-headedness, Michael pulled away to breathe - his lips sensitized, feeling each kiss just that much more for all the added focus he could pay without sight. Like the kisses that were hard, wet and desperate in the dark. Shattering equilibrium until one is left weak, yet hard.
So fucking hard, but still not allowed to touch in return. Only allowed to take what was given, to know what Brian wanted him to know.
It was amazing, intense and strong. And they hadn’t even done much, well . . . yet.
Which as Brian gave Declan a nod, was about to change.
“Declan’s going to unlatch the backrest…. As it goes back, so will you. Just like lying down in bed, easy and slow.” He let his fingers travel a lazy line down the center of Michael’s chest, “I want you laid out for me. 1 - 2 - 3.” Working to keep Michael from fearing a fall, Brian leaned in over him and followed the motion until the bench was secured by the folding support housed in the back.
They ended with Michael on his back, fully secured still by the arm cuffs; their strap having been fed under the support thanks to Declan’s forethought. Brian above, hovering over but not touching Michael anywhere but for Michael’s thighs still astride his own. The position comfortable, like resting back on a wide weight bench. Leaving Michael free of disorientation; only the question of what next ringing through his head.
Then came the answer as Declan spoke, seemingly as if he had read Michael’s mind. “Sense play. One sense, or more, is hindered or controlled while your Dominant plays with the rest. It’s a good place to begin, and helps establish tolerance limits.”
Brian’s laugh followed hard upon, then his voice again ringing in Michael’s ear. “Wanna put that in laymen’s terms?”
Amused, Declan grinned at Brian. Shaking his head as he answered, “In the words of my favored and often overindulged slave, Brian’s about to play your body like a violin. Plucking all the right strings till you sing.”
Listening to the two Dominants chuckling together, Michael tried not to squirm. But there was something about the sound of them, two men sounding self-satisfied and powerful, sharing a laugh - that had Michael feeling equal parts specimen and main course. A thought quickly forgotten as Brian pressed him down and took another kiss, whispering low - saying dark, heated things that had Michael moaning in protest when Brian pulled away.
Fingers on his lips, warm and soft . . . tracing his mouth as Brian murmured, “What’s the word?”
Michael answered, “Please.” Taking a little of his own back as he ended the word with a lick across Brian’s fingertips.
A move that had Brian pausing to rub his thumb over the same patch of skin, inhaling sharply as the memory of Michael’s lips and tongue playing over and around his cock flashed through his mind. He shook his head and turned to look at Declan, who was clearly amused but unsurprised.
Pulling out two objects from his pants pocket, Declan grinned - shadows playing over his face, adding a touch of menace to his look that was toned down by the sound of amusement in his voice as he said, “You should see Ash’s version of dirty pool.”
Taking the items in hand, Brian raised an eyebrow and reminded his host, “Seems like we got a bit of that just yesterday. ‘Darkling’ was it?“ He smiled at Declan’s snort, both men sharing a good natured look for all their posturing - one powerful man to another.
“Yes, a point to which I do concede.” Declan gave a nod, indicating that he was going to stand back in the dark. Allowing more intimacy, even if in only appearance rather than reality. Giving ground to Brian’s role as Dominant, even he continued on as observer.
Michael held still in the silence that then wade in over him, the weight of anticipation growing heavier with the passage of time. Trying to fight against his own need to question what was in store. Telling himself to trust and accept, but still feeling adrift in the unknown. He wanted Brian’s touch, his hands and mouth. He wanted….
“Ahh,” gasping out, Michael started. Surprised at the glide of something smooth and soft against his skin. Then again surprised by an altering caress, this one more tactile and rough. Each of the two sensations being applied to opposite sides of his body. A touch at his throat, a press and circle over his ribs. A long slow pull from his nipple to the top of his thigh…. Each motion repeated thereafter on the other side, counter to its origins. First smooth on the right, then more friction and pull on the left. The movement never ceasing on the journey to leaving no part of his skin untouched. Save for the one part that ached for it the most…
His focus ever changing, the touches never lasting long enough to help him feel grounded - Michael held onto the only solid thing he could. His fingers clutched the bench until his knuckles shown white. He lay panting as he tried to tell what was touching him, what it was that was causing him to feel so crazed and what the difference between the two could be. Michael tried to push up into every brush or slide; trying to make contact with the pleasure for more than the second or moment he was being allowed.
The need rising within him was so fucking desperate that he couldn’t reason what it was he wanted anymore. For it to stop, for it to continue, for more or for the end. He wanted and was wanton, as the spill of his frustration wetted the silk that covered his eyes. Sweat and moisture that was something akin to tears leaking from beneath his tightly closed eyes….
He didn’t know he was shaking. He didn’t know that he was moaning in a stream of tattered pleas. Never having been brought to the point of feeling so much, in so many ways, so fast.
So intent on what he was making Michael feel, Brian turned with a jerk as Declan touched him on the shoulder. A flash of something in Brain’s eyes, anger? Annoyance? It was gone as soon as he actually listened to the reason for the Irishman’s interference.
“Pull the blindfold. He’s closing in on sensory overload. The disorientation will drown out the pleasure. Giving him back his sight will help level out the intensity so that pleasure is all that’s left.”
Brian had barely begun to reach for the silk before Declan again made his presence scarce. Stepping away as Brian freed Michael’s eyes.
All movement ceased, Michael shifted restlessly and then gasped as he felt the blindfold removed. He blinked rapidly, trying to see past his wet lashes as his eyes adjusted to the light again. Raising his head a little off the bench, Michael found Brian - feeling himself, his emotions, coming back to center as he looked upon his lover again. It was one thing to know who was touching him; it was another to be able to watch it occur. To see the emotion and hunger in Brian’s eyes.
Running his hands up Michael’s thighs, Brian said, “Feel good?” He smiled as Michael’s attention shifted to seek out what had been the cause of his pleasure. Brian held his hands up, bringing them to Michael’s face so that he could connect what he saw with how they felt.
Gloves, two separate kinds molded to each hand. On the left, one made of satin - black. The palm and fingers now moistened wet by the sweat of Michael’s body. Designed formally, buttoned at Brian’s wrist. On the right, a leather half glove - also black. One that strapped around Brian’s wrist, covering his fingers and the top half of his hand but left the palm free. The leather thin, and smooth to the touch.
With a rueful laugh, Michael muttered, “Damn, you look good in those.” Then groaned as Brian drew the gloves down to pull at his hard nipples, rolling the peaked nubs until he was saying, “Please,” again.
“Please what, Mikey? Touch you, fuck you? Tell me what you want me to do?”
His body clenched tight, nerves becoming frayed; all Michael could think about was coming. All he could want was to rush to the climax that was being even now delayed.
All he could want; all he…he, him, his…
But wait. A memory in Michael’s head, a voice he’d heard only days before. Saying words he now echoed, their meaning now felt more intimately than he could have realized till now. “If it please, Sir. Please. If it please you.” Hoarse and heartfelt, they left him - leaving the how, the what to the man he’d given himself to. Trusting Brian to know for them both.
Hearing Michael, seeing the haze of…. “God, Mikey.“ Of submission glazed over Michael’s face; Brian had to check himself, trying desperately to hold himself above and away from his baser nature so that he could give Michael it all. So he could make it about Michael, for Michael.
Hands lowered; flesh hard and wet from want, now held in the grip of Brian’s hot palm and leather clad fingers. And lower still, balls full and tight to the body as they were cupped and caressed; rolled by a satin hand. The strokes sped quick and strong, milking Michael towards the brink. Brian’s voice calling him home. “Give it to me, come on. I want it. Need it. Do it. Fuck, do it now!”
Shouting, Michael did just that. Head pressed back, mouth open and eyes closed; his body seized with a force that stole his sight in yet another way - his field of visions now sparks and stars. Body wet, slick with sweat and now his own seed, Michael floated. Floated and shook, as he lay in the aftermath. Lost to the room while riding the high.
Slumped over, head to Michael’s chest - Brian blinding stripped off the gloves and closed his eyes. His cock was trapped and hard, his breathing ragged. More than a little euphoric in his own right. Staying there until he heard Declan say his name.
“Brian.” Crouching down, Declan smiled warmly as Brian turned to look at him. Aware that his guest would probably be feeling both protective and possessive of Michael, he held up a hand and said in a soothing tone, “I’m going to unfasten the strap, and then I’m going to leave. Take all the time you need, all right?”
Left a bit wordless given the experience, Brian gave a nod and watched as Declan did as he’d said. Eyes turning back to Michael once the strap was released, he didn’t turn away again - even with the sound of Declan’s shoes passing over the hardwood floor. And the closure of the door behind him.
Michael’s flushed face, his eyes closed and expression wondrous - having become Brian’s focal point.
And his realm of reality….
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Drowsy and still clinging to sleep, Michael muttered a questioning sound. Soft, something soft being smooth up his legs. Fabric being pulled up his thighs. “Wha… Hmm. Bri?”
“Shhh, lift up. Just a little. That’s right.” Brian’s voice, calling him to closer clarity as Michael did as he said. The cloth settled up to his waist, he was awake enough then to realize it was pajama bottoms he was feeling against his skin.
The sensation was weird after so many days of being free.
Frowning in the dark, Michael shifted in the bed and reach out a hand for Brian. Nothing beside him, Brian’s side of the bed bare. “Brian?”
Brian drew back the canopy drape he’d closed around them the night before after they’d returned to their room, feeling drunk on each other and wanting only to be together - close and enclosed. Sitting on the side of the bed, he answered. “I’m here.”
Michael blinked against the early morning gray that shown through the window and filled the room. “You’re dressed? It’s still early, isn‘t it?”
Soothing a hand down Michael’s side, Brian agreed. “Yeah, you should go back to sleep.” He smiled at Michael’s contented murmur.
“Come back to bed.”
“Can’t.” Brian leaned in and nuzzled Michael’s neck, breathing in his scent. Whispering, “I’ve got to take a ride back into the Pitts. Checked my messages; Cynthia said Ryder’s having a cow. Some client mix up I need to help fix.” Looking up, he saw Michael’s face. “Hey, I’ll be back before nightfall. No worries.”
“But I could…”
“You will stay here. You’ve got a free ticket to laze around, sleep in and eat till you pop.” He made to tickle Michael’s side, laughing when his hand was batted away. “I’m sure I can come up with SOME-thing to burn off the calories when I get back.”
Shifting to sit up, Michael ran his palms down the sleep pants he wore. “And these?”
“Thought I’d give you a little space while I was gone. Figured you’d be more comfortable with, than without while I‘m not here.”
Michael remained thoughtful, staring down at his hands. Then he nodded, agreeing. When Brian stood, Michael grabbed hold of his wrist. “You gonna take ‘em off me as soon as you get back, right?”
Brian jerked Michael to his chest, using the smaller man’s grip against him. Sliding his warm hand down the back of the pants, Brian ran his fingers over Michael’s crease. “Ahh yeah, baby. Without a fucking doubt.” It wasn’t until he was mid-kiss with Michael moaning against his mouth that Brian realized what he’d said.
Something that hadn’t escaped Michael’s attention either. The kiss ending as he buried his face against Brian’s shoulder, fingers holding tight to the taller man’s sweater. “You just called me ‘baby.’”
Closing his eyes, Brian agreed in a gruff tone. “I know.”
Reply muffled, Michael dropped his hands to encircle Brian’s waist. “I liked it.”
Clearing his throat against the emotion he felt, Brian had to admit. “I did, too.” The greatest realization coming when he realized how NOT scared that made him to say.
Pulling back, Brian took Michael’s hands one by one into his own. Unfastening the cuffs and removing them from Michael’s wrists, he traced the fading marks. Glad to see they were healing; thinking they would have disappeared all together by the time he took Michael home.
“They’re gone. The others….” Michael’s words drawing Brian close again to kiss his brow.
“The day’s yours, Mikey. Come tonight, I’ll be putting the cuffs back where they belong.”
Mood changing in a flash, Michael grinned. With the kind of smile that lit his face and shown through his eyes, mischievous and full of love. “Yes, Sir.” He gave a playful salute, giggling as Brian pushed him back onto the bed and began to tickle.
Laughter filling the room as the two tussled and played….
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“Uhmm, hmmm. Michael. Miiiiichael.”
Ashton’s voice called Michael out of the zone he was in, drawing his attention back to the two men sitting across from him. “Sorry, I was thinking.”
Shooting Declan a small smile which the Irishman answered with a warning look that didn’t prove hindrance enough to stop him, Ashton turned back to Michael and shook his head. “You stare at that clock any harder and the glass’ll crack.” He reached across the table and patted Michael’s hand, “He’ll be back soon.”
Michael gave Ash’s hand a squeeze, saying softly, “I know. I just….” He pulled back, sitting up right in his chair as he looked away - unconsciously fingering the length of sleeve he’d pushed up his wrists only moments before. Brian’s sweater, black and soft against his chest. The arms were too long for Michael, but it had been laid out on the bed when he’d awoken again late into the morning. There either because Brian had chosen another sweater over it before he’d gone, or because he’d left it for Michael to wear.
Drawing his hand up to rest his chin on, Michael inhaled - loving the smell of Brian’s cologne as it tinged the fibers of the sweater. Yeah, he’d definitely worn it before leaving. And having it on helped Michael feel closer to Brian in his absence. He finished his thought, “I miss him.” Looking at Declan, he asked. “Kinda sad, right?”
“As in, you’re a sad sack for feeling that way? No. It’s to be expected. Not only because he’s your lover, but because of the levels of emotional intimacy you’re experiencing here.” He pushed his plate away; the three of them having finished a late lunch in the kitchen. “The first separation following a scene is usually the most acute; it’ll get better the closer you bond.”
Michael hugged his arms around his middle, belaying his actions with a laugh. “You make it sound like some king of Vulcan mind-meld.” He frowned when immediately following his words; Declan groaned and buried his face in his hands as Ashton simultaneously shifted with excitement in his chair.
Declan’s muttered, “Oh god, you had to mention Star Trek.”
Ash popped his lover/master on the arm, blowing a raspberry his way before turning to Michael with a gleam in his eyes. He opened his mouth, about to go off on a tear when Declan clamped a hand over it to stop the stream. Darting a stern look that didn’t hide his humor at his slave, Dec warned, “You bite, and I’ll be introducing your dick to Mr. Chastity Belt before the sting has time to wear off.“ It would have been a stronger threat if he hadn’t started laughing half way through.
Dropping his hand, Declan kissed Ashton’s pouting lips - speaking to Michael once the kiss ended. “You happened upon one of his favorite topics - that being all things Trek. It’s his thing. Once he starts, it‘ll be hours before we could bring him down.” He leaned back, drawing Ashton close to him with an arm around the other’s shoulders.
Michael chuckled, “You’ve got the same look on your face that I get when it’s about comic books.” Teasing, he added conspiratorially, “Does he bounce, too?”
Declan looked up at the same clock Michael had had to be dragged from only moments before, “Oh, give him about ten minutes. It’ll come.”
Huffing, Ashton interjected, “Keep it up. Just remember, one click of a mouse and I’ll be showing Michael a certain picture of you dressed as a Klingon to my Spock.”
Ashton’s sprint across the kitchen with Declan chasing hard on his heels left Michael laughing loudly; visions of another photograph remembered. Brian’s Captain Astro to his Galaxy Lad. The thought of how small the world was, floating in his mind….
tbc - Part 8...
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Title: “Encompassed…” - Part 7
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 7
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“Awww… No, no, stop!” The yell, the shout sounded through the foyer; Michael’s laughter contradicting his words as he rushed through the entrance with Brian on his heels. Running from Brian’s grasping hands, Michael made a side-stepping dash and sprinted across the great room - the bang of the front door being slammed shut by Brian following in his wake.
The chase on, Brian ran after him - making grabs only to come up with air or the edge of Michael’s coat. A coat that Michael quickly shimmied out of, almost succeeding in his escape until Brian caught up with him and spun Michael around, holding him caught in his arms.
Before the fire, breathless and panting from play - they stood. The morning waned unnoticed through the windows behind them; time having blended together from the moment they’d awoken lazy and slow, comfortable to lie and look. To know one another with a new ease.
Sometime later, they’d made a quick trip to the kitchen for food before Brian had surprised Michael with a trip outside - fully clothed, of course, continuing the day in the absence of their hosts. The idea being to take a walk, get a better look around. The reality ending with them both getting frisky, thrilling in the fresh albeit sharp cold air - the two reduced to boyish snowball throwing and tumbles in the snow.
Not that Brian had let Michael out of the house without a rather fitting, and fitted, reminder of their new roles. As Michael was prompt to recall when Brian threw off his own coat and began to slowly, pointedly remove Michael’s clothing one button at a time. The warmth of the fire’s flame, and the look in Brian’s eyes heated Michael’s blood. Drawing his focus down; down to what lie beneath his jeans. Or rather, to what he was wearing under them by Brian’s province, and Declan’s design.
Black, square cut across his hips and upper thighs like boxer briefs - they resembled a pair of swim trunks, the material almost the same. Tight, molding his every curve. But with a difference. A very restrictive, confining difference. Custom-crafted, the fabric hid the leather straps underneath - straps that resembled a jock but served instead as a harness to Michael’s sex. Made to house his balls, forward and high to accentuate the bulge; the length of his shaft was pulled up and tight to his body, held immobile and bound.
Serving its purpose as Michael squirmed, prevented from getting hard even as he grew more and more aroused. Brian’s hands had sought him out multiple times since he’d put the outfit on; each time causing Michael to moan, struggling through the delicious tease, and the titillating torment of denial. Leaving him hyperaware and wanting despite the distraction of the snow.
A puddle of clothing at his feet, Michael remained still as Brian circled him. His breath catching as Brian’s hands smoothed down his back and around his hips, coming to a stop with a palm at his waist and the other cupping his groin. Brian’s voice sounding against his neck….
“Just one pull, Mikey. One. And you’ll be popping a boner the second I slide these down your thighs. I like knowing that.” His words growing lower, breathy and hot. “I like it a lot.”
When Michael tried to turn around - his need to touch or kiss Brian overriding his control, Brian stopped him with a tight hug from behind. “Ahh ah. Behave yourself, behave.”
Groaning, Michael peered back at the taller man. Saying with a laugh, “I thought you liked it when I misbehaved. Since you’re so often the cause.”
Hiding his grin in Michael’s hair, Brian gave Michael’s butt a swat. “Wiseass.” He walked around to face Michael, his fingers teasing along the edge of the black fabric. Pulling it slowly, inch by inch away from Michael’s waist, he said in a seductive tone, “What’s the magic word?”
Gasping in surprise as he was jerked forward, pulled against Brian’s body, Michael managed to answer, “Ple…. Please.”
Humming in response, Brian asked, “Please do what, Mikey?” His eyes flashing with a hungry glint. “Take ‘em off? Leave ‘em alone? You’re gonna have to tell me what you want?”
“You, I want you.” Breath quickening, eyes wide and trusting, “I want to give you what you want.”
Sucking in air as Michael’s words burned through him, hotter than hot, Brian found himself leaning in to kiss him. Feeling Michael moan as he pulled down on the fabric encasing Michael from his touch; feeling the rise and heat of Michael’s cock as it hardened quick and true between them as they continued to kiss.
“Oh, he IS a sweet talker.” Ashton’s words broke through the haze of Michael and Brian’s senses, causing them to end their kiss - a satisfied smile on Brian’s lips, a groan from Michael as he hid his face against Brian’s chest. Neither of them having seen the Englishman sitting on a chaise in one corner of the room, covered by only a burgundy throw over his lap with a book in his hands.
Ruffling Michael’s hair with affection, Brian addressed their voyeur. “What are you reading?”
Giving the cover of his book a cursory glance, Ash said, “’One Hundred And One Ways To Please Your Man: An Idiot’s Guide To Passive Aggression For The Gay Submissive‘.” He’d barely gotten through his own joke before cracking a smile and laughing. Turning the book towards them, he answered truthfully, “It’s called ’Narcissus In Chains’ - one of the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter books by Laurell Hamilton. My guilty pleasure. I’m a bit of a nut for vampires.” He chucked the book down and threw off the throw before standing. “Dec is finishing up in his darkroom; said to tell you to meet him on the stairs at two o’clock.” Turning to go to the kitchen, he looked back over his shoulder - hip cocked and ass on full view. “Off to grab a bite.” He left laughing at his own bad pun.
Shaking his head in amusement, Brian’s focus turned back to Michael. Feeling him shiver as Brian’s snow covered jeans came in contact with Michael’s bare skin. “Hey. Let’s go up. Have a quick shower to get you warm.”
When Brian turned to lead him upstairs, Michael gripped his hand and gave it a tug. Biting his lip, he tried to speak despite the tightness of his throat. “Brian. I….” He knew that today would be their first ‘scene’ and he didn’t know what to expect. He’d never felt such a mix of anticipation and ….
“Feeling a little nervous?” Brian could read it clear on Michael’s face. As his lover nodded, Brian brushed his hand up Michael’s neck and cupped his face. “Michael, if you’ve changed your mind, we’ll stop. I’m not going to do anything to scare you, nothing to you that you don’t want. Just say the word and we’ll go.” Seeing the protest coming, he added, “Together, Mikey. Leaving this behind won’t change what we are now; it won’t make you any less mine.”
Smiling now, Michael paid no heed to Brian’s cold clothing. Instead he hugged Brian, embraced by him in kind. Embraced and lifted up for a moment as Brian held him inches off the ground, Michael laughing as he was put back onto his feet. Their arms still locked, Michael closed his eyes and then opened them to find Brian’s own. Eyes locked, he murmured the words that most filled his heart. “I love you.”
Kissing him softly, Brian then tightened his arms - holding Michael close as he whispered in his hair, “I do, too. Mikey. I do too.”
Pulling back, Michael smiled - a naughty light in his eyes. “You said something about getting hot and wet in confined spaces?”
Brian let his hands travel down, circling his palms over Michael’s curves. “Memory does serve, yeah. I take it we’re staying then?”
Michael smiled, nodding his head before turning to dash up the stairs. Brian fast on his heels, unable to resist trailing a pace behind.
Understandable, considering the view….
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Spot-lit from above, the light shone down in a soft amber hue - embracing just the three of them. The rest of the large expanse remained in the dark, in the attic that was home to Declan’s playroom. Locked when they were not in residence, it was open and laid out in welcome to his guests. The areas surrounding, divided by lights now unlit, instead of by walls - each for a separate purpose, or form of play. But faded back; the only space needed now centered amongst the rest - the light setting a boundary of focus beyond which neither Brian nor Michael looked to breach.
Their clearest view being each other‘s face….
“Still okay?” Brian’s words were laced with warmth, with his own response to Michael’s circumstance.
Seated astride a large wide leather upholstered bench with an upright back rest that rose up a few inches above his head, Michael released a staggered sigh and nodded. Feeling just this side of overwhelmed, he moaned as Brian leaned in and kissed him, brief and sweet. Moaned because he wanted to move into the touch but couldn’t. Moaned because not being able to only heightened his body’s response.
They’d come up the private stairs only a short while before; following Declan as he turned the key and proceeded. Declan first, dressed with a difference in black linen trousers with a sleeveless vest - leather, tight and buttoned to the neck with a mandarin collar that left only his face and arms bared. Brian second, wearing black leather pants molded to his body with nothing in between; shirtless, it was the only garment he wore. And third, Michael - nude but for his cuffs; their weight a reminder that anticipation could feel almost tangible.
Led through the room past things they could not see, they had stopped in the center. The bench framed in the light. It was in an L-shaped design - though the seat was longer than the backrest; allowing as Michael was soon to find, for two men to sit in comfort. Brian’s nod and guiding hand had Michael seated, legs straddling the bench as he sat upright; the feel of leather at his back. Once settled, Brian had turned to face Michael - sitting so near that he had lifted Michael’s thighs to rest atop his own; their bodies fitted together, the feel of smooth leather touching Michael’s skin from neck to thighs while the heat of Brian’s legs cushioned and anchored Michael close.
Looking from Brian to Declan, Michael had waited with little patience to find out what was coming next. Not that either man was unaware of the energy that was brewing under the surface, as was clear when Brian had nodded to Declan and had held out his hand. “He’s ready.” Walking into the dark for only a moment, Declan had returned - giving Brian that for which he‘d asked.
Holding it up for Michael to see, Brian ran his hands over the two cuffs and the adjustable strap that connected them. He watched Michael’s eyes widen as he realized what might be coming next. “They’re not for your wrists.” Trailing his fingers up Michael’s arm, Brian murmured, “Remember my belt?”
Voice not working on the first try, Michael replied on the second, “Yes.”
Declan’s voice, firm but kind, sounded, “Yes, Sir. You must show your Dominant the proper respect in a scene, Michael.”
Shooting his gaze from Dec back to Brian, seeing the light in his lover’s eyes and the lift in his lips - Michael answered again, “Yes, Sir.” Surprised to find the word a more intimate form of address than he’d known it to be with anyone else in his life.
Brian smiled softly, feeling his own blood humming in reaction. Unbuckling the cuffs, he continued. “We’re going to start with a bit of what you already know you’re comfortable with; I’m going to restrain you, bind you to the chair.” He slid the cuffs on one at a time, threading the strap behind the backrest and fastened each high on Michael’s arms - just under his shoulders. “Declan’s going to adjust it so that you can’t move.”
Feeling the pull on the cuffs, the bite of them holding him tight . . . their presence known, but without pain - Michael closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing. Already feeling the raw emotion that had accompanied him on the few times he’d let anyone tie him, restrain him in any way. Caught, possessed and hot with the wickedness of his current state, he tried to move against them - enjoying the moment when it was most clear that he would be unable to alter his capture without Brian’s consent. Or by the use of the one word that was farthest from his mind….
“Still okay?” Brian’s concern had Michael opening his eyes again, and nodding. A moan of almost something akin to thanks passing from him as Brian rewarded him with a kiss.
“So eager, he is…. You’re very fortunate, Brian.”
Not looking away from Michael’s face, his own expression speaking to the certainty and trade-mark conceit he was known for - Brian agreed with their host, “I know.” He brushed another kiss over Michael’s moist lips, telling him, “Grip the edge of the seat and don’t let go.” Sitting back, he watched - pleased as Michael followed his instructions.
His own hands clutching the leather that cushioned Michael’s head, Brian leaned in until Michael was practically in his lap. Leaned in and hovered a kiss over Michael’s face; his lips traveled the line of Michael’s jaw but never touched. His closeness mixed with Michael’s capture causing the bound man to shake, his blood traveling south with a speed that left Michael flushed and hard.
A whisper as Brian brushed lips over Michael’s ear, “Do you want me to touch you?”
A whisper back, “Yes. Sir.” The last added in afterthought, almost forgotten in the distraction that was Brian.
A grin, and then Brian was there - breathing hot, blowing softly over Michael’s mouth. “Not - quite - yet.“ Each word said was punctuated by the passage of another heated sweep that came close to contact, but never found purchase. At Michael’s soft sound of protest, Brian pulled away. “One more thing before I do, Mikey. One more thing….”
It was on Michael’s tongue, the word anything - but it never sounded. Instead Declan came to stand at their sides, face half in shadow as he started to speak. “We’re adding a new element into play, Michael. First,” his fingers waved over the arm cuff nearest him, “begin with what you know; something that serves your needs. Then,” he nodded to Brian, “change things up just a bit with something new.”
A finger under Michael‘s chin, drawing his eyes back, and Brian added, “A little something to center your focus. Coming - right - up….” A smirk on his lips, Brian leaned back on one hand and arched his hips. Reaching down, his fingers digging lewdly inside his low slung pants until he caught the edge of what he’d gone in to find. A tug, a pull and then with a jerk it came free. Brian’s prize, held up for Michael’s eyes. Black silk, a blindfold clutched in his hand. The fabric was wrinkled from being stuffed in at Brian’s groin, intentionally housed there and now scented with him…. “I want you to know it’s me touching you,“ a soft kiss over both of Michael’s eyes, and then Brian tied the silk in place - cutting off his view. “That with every breath, you know I’m here.”
Vision gone, Michael floated in the moments that followed. The passage of nothing said, and only the touch of Brian’s legs to ground him. He gripped the bench; his own breath roaring in his ears, eyes watering and skin shining with a cool sheen of sweat. It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable, just feeling off kilter in a strangely energized way. It was like everything was sharper, new.
And then there was touch; there was heat. There was Brian’s hands running up his legs, rubbing just there over that spot on his inner thigh that had Michael jerking - groaning when the cuffs held him tight; caught as Brian continued to play. Groaning again when he inadvertently let go of the bench to reach out for Brian, only to have the back of his hand popped and firmly guided back to where he’d just let go.
“Learn, Michael. Learn to accept your Dominant’s wishes; learn control over your baser instincts when they counter his will. His word is law, his voice your guide.”
Face turned towards the direction of Declan’s voice, Michael nodded. Then started when Brian’s teeth nipped at his ear, lips moving over the shell of it as Brian spoke.
“Do you remember the first time, Mikey? The first time I blindfolded you; the first time I guided you blind.”
Unable to move his head back as Brian continued to lick and kiss his neck, Michael whispered, “Yes. I… Yes, Sir. The baths… You tricked, uhmm. Took me there the first time.”
Brian chuckled, the sound burning up and down Michael’s spine. “And you didn’t let a man touch you all night, just stood in your little towel and watched from the dark.” A lick, a soft soft soft brush of lips over Michael’s mouth, and then Brian added, “I was there in the shadows, watching you watching them. Knowing that I was the one you were looking for….“
“Brian,” Michael’s voice admonished even as it sounded, filled with a bashful thrill.
“Tisk, tisk. Not Brian, Mikey. Still, Sir….” Brian teased, leaning back as Michael ducked his head - nodding as he smiled in chagrin for having been caught out again.
Declan walked around to Michael’s back; his look telling Brian that it was time for more.
Brian held up a hand first, indicating they would wait until he had the answer to his next question. “Who was the last man to blindfold you? Who was the last one to hold your trust enough for you to agree?”
Hesitating, the answer came only after a span of time as Michael worked up the courage to say what he thought would be seen as pathetic. Embarrassed by the lack, but answering with the truth. “It’s only been you. I didn’t want to try with anyone that wasn’t….”
“That wasn’t what?”
“That wasn’t you.”
With a hunger raging borderline with his willingness to continue the scene, Brian answered the emotion of Michael’s admission in the best form of communication he knew. The physical…
Kissed to the point of light-headedness, Michael pulled away to breathe - his lips sensitized, feeling each kiss just that much more for all the added focus he could pay without sight. Like the kisses that were hard, wet and desperate in the dark. Shattering equilibrium until one is left weak, yet hard.
So fucking hard, but still not allowed to touch in return. Only allowed to take what was given, to know what Brian wanted him to know.
It was amazing, intense and strong. And they hadn’t even done much, well . . . yet.
Which as Brian gave Declan a nod, was about to change.
“Declan’s going to unlatch the backrest…. As it goes back, so will you. Just like lying down in bed, easy and slow.” He let his fingers travel a lazy line down the center of Michael’s chest, “I want you laid out for me. 1 - 2 - 3.” Working to keep Michael from fearing a fall, Brian leaned in over him and followed the motion until the bench was secured by the folding support housed in the back.
They ended with Michael on his back, fully secured still by the arm cuffs; their strap having been fed under the support thanks to Declan’s forethought. Brian above, hovering over but not touching Michael anywhere but for Michael’s thighs still astride his own. The position comfortable, like resting back on a wide weight bench. Leaving Michael free of disorientation; only the question of what next ringing through his head.
Then came the answer as Declan spoke, seemingly as if he had read Michael’s mind. “Sense play. One sense, or more, is hindered or controlled while your Dominant plays with the rest. It’s a good place to begin, and helps establish tolerance limits.”
Brian’s laugh followed hard upon, then his voice again ringing in Michael’s ear. “Wanna put that in laymen’s terms?”
Amused, Declan grinned at Brian. Shaking his head as he answered, “In the words of my favored and often overindulged slave, Brian’s about to play your body like a violin. Plucking all the right strings till you sing.”
Listening to the two Dominants chuckling together, Michael tried not to squirm. But there was something about the sound of them, two men sounding self-satisfied and powerful, sharing a laugh - that had Michael feeling equal parts specimen and main course. A thought quickly forgotten as Brian pressed him down and took another kiss, whispering low - saying dark, heated things that had Michael moaning in protest when Brian pulled away.
Fingers on his lips, warm and soft . . . tracing his mouth as Brian murmured, “What’s the word?”
Michael answered, “Please.” Taking a little of his own back as he ended the word with a lick across Brian’s fingertips.
A move that had Brian pausing to rub his thumb over the same patch of skin, inhaling sharply as the memory of Michael’s lips and tongue playing over and around his cock flashed through his mind. He shook his head and turned to look at Declan, who was clearly amused but unsurprised.
Pulling out two objects from his pants pocket, Declan grinned - shadows playing over his face, adding a touch of menace to his look that was toned down by the sound of amusement in his voice as he said, “You should see Ash’s version of dirty pool.”
Taking the items in hand, Brian raised an eyebrow and reminded his host, “Seems like we got a bit of that just yesterday. ‘Darkling’ was it?“ He smiled at Declan’s snort, both men sharing a good natured look for all their posturing - one powerful man to another.
“Yes, a point to which I do concede.” Declan gave a nod, indicating that he was going to stand back in the dark. Allowing more intimacy, even if in only appearance rather than reality. Giving ground to Brian’s role as Dominant, even he continued on as observer.
Michael held still in the silence that then wade in over him, the weight of anticipation growing heavier with the passage of time. Trying to fight against his own need to question what was in store. Telling himself to trust and accept, but still feeling adrift in the unknown. He wanted Brian’s touch, his hands and mouth. He wanted….
“Ahh,” gasping out, Michael started. Surprised at the glide of something smooth and soft against his skin. Then again surprised by an altering caress, this one more tactile and rough. Each of the two sensations being applied to opposite sides of his body. A touch at his throat, a press and circle over his ribs. A long slow pull from his nipple to the top of his thigh…. Each motion repeated thereafter on the other side, counter to its origins. First smooth on the right, then more friction and pull on the left. The movement never ceasing on the journey to leaving no part of his skin untouched. Save for the one part that ached for it the most…
His focus ever changing, the touches never lasting long enough to help him feel grounded - Michael held onto the only solid thing he could. His fingers clutched the bench until his knuckles shown white. He lay panting as he tried to tell what was touching him, what it was that was causing him to feel so crazed and what the difference between the two could be. Michael tried to push up into every brush or slide; trying to make contact with the pleasure for more than the second or moment he was being allowed.
The need rising within him was so fucking desperate that he couldn’t reason what it was he wanted anymore. For it to stop, for it to continue, for more or for the end. He wanted and was wanton, as the spill of his frustration wetted the silk that covered his eyes. Sweat and moisture that was something akin to tears leaking from beneath his tightly closed eyes….
He didn’t know he was shaking. He didn’t know that he was moaning in a stream of tattered pleas. Never having been brought to the point of feeling so much, in so many ways, so fast.
So intent on what he was making Michael feel, Brian turned with a jerk as Declan touched him on the shoulder. A flash of something in Brain’s eyes, anger? Annoyance? It was gone as soon as he actually listened to the reason for the Irishman’s interference.
“Pull the blindfold. He’s closing in on sensory overload. The disorientation will drown out the pleasure. Giving him back his sight will help level out the intensity so that pleasure is all that’s left.”
Brian had barely begun to reach for the silk before Declan again made his presence scarce. Stepping away as Brian freed Michael’s eyes.
All movement ceased, Michael shifted restlessly and then gasped as he felt the blindfold removed. He blinked rapidly, trying to see past his wet lashes as his eyes adjusted to the light again. Raising his head a little off the bench, Michael found Brian - feeling himself, his emotions, coming back to center as he looked upon his lover again. It was one thing to know who was touching him; it was another to be able to watch it occur. To see the emotion and hunger in Brian’s eyes.
Running his hands up Michael’s thighs, Brian said, “Feel good?” He smiled as Michael’s attention shifted to seek out what had been the cause of his pleasure. Brian held his hands up, bringing them to Michael’s face so that he could connect what he saw with how they felt.
Gloves, two separate kinds molded to each hand. On the left, one made of satin - black. The palm and fingers now moistened wet by the sweat of Michael’s body. Designed formally, buttoned at Brian’s wrist. On the right, a leather half glove - also black. One that strapped around Brian’s wrist, covering his fingers and the top half of his hand but left the palm free. The leather thin, and smooth to the touch.
With a rueful laugh, Michael muttered, “Damn, you look good in those.” Then groaned as Brian drew the gloves down to pull at his hard nipples, rolling the peaked nubs until he was saying, “Please,” again.
“Please what, Mikey? Touch you, fuck you? Tell me what you want me to do?”
His body clenched tight, nerves becoming frayed; all Michael could think about was coming. All he could want was to rush to the climax that was being even now delayed.
All he could want; all he…he, him, his…
But wait. A memory in Michael’s head, a voice he’d heard only days before. Saying words he now echoed, their meaning now felt more intimately than he could have realized till now. “If it please, Sir. Please. If it please you.” Hoarse and heartfelt, they left him - leaving the how, the what to the man he’d given himself to. Trusting Brian to know for them both.
Hearing Michael, seeing the haze of…. “God, Mikey.“ Of submission glazed over Michael’s face; Brian had to check himself, trying desperately to hold himself above and away from his baser nature so that he could give Michael it all. So he could make it about Michael, for Michael.
Hands lowered; flesh hard and wet from want, now held in the grip of Brian’s hot palm and leather clad fingers. And lower still, balls full and tight to the body as they were cupped and caressed; rolled by a satin hand. The strokes sped quick and strong, milking Michael towards the brink. Brian’s voice calling him home. “Give it to me, come on. I want it. Need it. Do it. Fuck, do it now!”
Shouting, Michael did just that. Head pressed back, mouth open and eyes closed; his body seized with a force that stole his sight in yet another way - his field of visions now sparks and stars. Body wet, slick with sweat and now his own seed, Michael floated. Floated and shook, as he lay in the aftermath. Lost to the room while riding the high.
Slumped over, head to Michael’s chest - Brian blinding stripped off the gloves and closed his eyes. His cock was trapped and hard, his breathing ragged. More than a little euphoric in his own right. Staying there until he heard Declan say his name.
“Brian.” Crouching down, Declan smiled warmly as Brian turned to look at him. Aware that his guest would probably be feeling both protective and possessive of Michael, he held up a hand and said in a soothing tone, “I’m going to unfasten the strap, and then I’m going to leave. Take all the time you need, all right?”
Left a bit wordless given the experience, Brian gave a nod and watched as Declan did as he’d said. Eyes turning back to Michael once the strap was released, he didn’t turn away again - even with the sound of Declan’s shoes passing over the hardwood floor. And the closure of the door behind him.
Michael’s flushed face, his eyes closed and expression wondrous - having become Brian’s focal point.
And his realm of reality….
- - - - - - -
Drowsy and still clinging to sleep, Michael muttered a questioning sound. Soft, something soft being smooth up his legs. Fabric being pulled up his thighs. “Wha… Hmm. Bri?”
“Shhh, lift up. Just a little. That’s right.” Brian’s voice, calling him to closer clarity as Michael did as he said. The cloth settled up to his waist, he was awake enough then to realize it was pajama bottoms he was feeling against his skin.
The sensation was weird after so many days of being free.
Frowning in the dark, Michael shifted in the bed and reach out a hand for Brian. Nothing beside him, Brian’s side of the bed bare. “Brian?”
Brian drew back the canopy drape he’d closed around them the night before after they’d returned to their room, feeling drunk on each other and wanting only to be together - close and enclosed. Sitting on the side of the bed, he answered. “I’m here.”
Michael blinked against the early morning gray that shown through the window and filled the room. “You’re dressed? It’s still early, isn‘t it?”
Soothing a hand down Michael’s side, Brian agreed. “Yeah, you should go back to sleep.” He smiled at Michael’s contented murmur.
“Come back to bed.”
“Can’t.” Brian leaned in and nuzzled Michael’s neck, breathing in his scent. Whispering, “I’ve got to take a ride back into the Pitts. Checked my messages; Cynthia said Ryder’s having a cow. Some client mix up I need to help fix.” Looking up, he saw Michael’s face. “Hey, I’ll be back before nightfall. No worries.”
“But I could…”
“You will stay here. You’ve got a free ticket to laze around, sleep in and eat till you pop.” He made to tickle Michael’s side, laughing when his hand was batted away. “I’m sure I can come up with SOME-thing to burn off the calories when I get back.”
Shifting to sit up, Michael ran his palms down the sleep pants he wore. “And these?”
“Thought I’d give you a little space while I was gone. Figured you’d be more comfortable with, than without while I‘m not here.”
Michael remained thoughtful, staring down at his hands. Then he nodded, agreeing. When Brian stood, Michael grabbed hold of his wrist. “You gonna take ‘em off me as soon as you get back, right?”
Brian jerked Michael to his chest, using the smaller man’s grip against him. Sliding his warm hand down the back of the pants, Brian ran his fingers over Michael’s crease. “Ahh yeah, baby. Without a fucking doubt.” It wasn’t until he was mid-kiss with Michael moaning against his mouth that Brian realized what he’d said.
Something that hadn’t escaped Michael’s attention either. The kiss ending as he buried his face against Brian’s shoulder, fingers holding tight to the taller man’s sweater. “You just called me ‘baby.’”
Closing his eyes, Brian agreed in a gruff tone. “I know.”
Reply muffled, Michael dropped his hands to encircle Brian’s waist. “I liked it.”
Clearing his throat against the emotion he felt, Brian had to admit. “I did, too.” The greatest realization coming when he realized how NOT scared that made him to say.
Pulling back, Brian took Michael’s hands one by one into his own. Unfastening the cuffs and removing them from Michael’s wrists, he traced the fading marks. Glad to see they were healing; thinking they would have disappeared all together by the time he took Michael home.
“They’re gone. The others….” Michael’s words drawing Brian close again to kiss his brow.
“The day’s yours, Mikey. Come tonight, I’ll be putting the cuffs back where they belong.”
Mood changing in a flash, Michael grinned. With the kind of smile that lit his face and shown through his eyes, mischievous and full of love. “Yes, Sir.” He gave a playful salute, giggling as Brian pushed him back onto the bed and began to tickle.
Laughter filling the room as the two tussled and played….
- - - - - - -
“Uhmm, hmmm. Michael. Miiiiichael.”
Ashton’s voice called Michael out of the zone he was in, drawing his attention back to the two men sitting across from him. “Sorry, I was thinking.”
Shooting Declan a small smile which the Irishman answered with a warning look that didn’t prove hindrance enough to stop him, Ashton turned back to Michael and shook his head. “You stare at that clock any harder and the glass’ll crack.” He reached across the table and patted Michael’s hand, “He’ll be back soon.”
Michael gave Ash’s hand a squeeze, saying softly, “I know. I just….” He pulled back, sitting up right in his chair as he looked away - unconsciously fingering the length of sleeve he’d pushed up his wrists only moments before. Brian’s sweater, black and soft against his chest. The arms were too long for Michael, but it had been laid out on the bed when he’d awoken again late into the morning. There either because Brian had chosen another sweater over it before he’d gone, or because he’d left it for Michael to wear.
Drawing his hand up to rest his chin on, Michael inhaled - loving the smell of Brian’s cologne as it tinged the fibers of the sweater. Yeah, he’d definitely worn it before leaving. And having it on helped Michael feel closer to Brian in his absence. He finished his thought, “I miss him.” Looking at Declan, he asked. “Kinda sad, right?”
“As in, you’re a sad sack for feeling that way? No. It’s to be expected. Not only because he’s your lover, but because of the levels of emotional intimacy you’re experiencing here.” He pushed his plate away; the three of them having finished a late lunch in the kitchen. “The first separation following a scene is usually the most acute; it’ll get better the closer you bond.”
Michael hugged his arms around his middle, belaying his actions with a laugh. “You make it sound like some king of Vulcan mind-meld.” He frowned when immediately following his words; Declan groaned and buried his face in his hands as Ashton simultaneously shifted with excitement in his chair.
Declan’s muttered, “Oh god, you had to mention Star Trek.”
Ash popped his lover/master on the arm, blowing a raspberry his way before turning to Michael with a gleam in his eyes. He opened his mouth, about to go off on a tear when Declan clamped a hand over it to stop the stream. Darting a stern look that didn’t hide his humor at his slave, Dec warned, “You bite, and I’ll be introducing your dick to Mr. Chastity Belt before the sting has time to wear off.“ It would have been a stronger threat if he hadn’t started laughing half way through.
Dropping his hand, Declan kissed Ashton’s pouting lips - speaking to Michael once the kiss ended. “You happened upon one of his favorite topics - that being all things Trek. It’s his thing. Once he starts, it‘ll be hours before we could bring him down.” He leaned back, drawing Ashton close to him with an arm around the other’s shoulders.
Michael chuckled, “You’ve got the same look on your face that I get when it’s about comic books.” Teasing, he added conspiratorially, “Does he bounce, too?”
Declan looked up at the same clock Michael had had to be dragged from only moments before, “Oh, give him about ten minutes. It’ll come.”
Huffing, Ashton interjected, “Keep it up. Just remember, one click of a mouse and I’ll be showing Michael a certain picture of you dressed as a Klingon to my Spock.”
Ashton’s sprint across the kitchen with Declan chasing hard on his heels left Michael laughing loudly; visions of another photograph remembered. Brian’s Captain Astro to his Galaxy Lad. The thought of how small the world was, floating in his mind….
tbc - Part 8...
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Welllllllll...you could just tell him to enjoy the end result..lol. That is if you're getting into bed frisky...ha.
Let me know more about the story archiving... xof1013@gmail.com
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I love the little appearances that Ashton keeps making, all his wit. lol. Also, I love that Brian is ready to give everything up for Michael—even this, I love seeing that side to him. Also, the hug was adorable; I loved that Brian picked him up off of the floor.
I enjoyed reading the scene, the way you wrote it made it feel more like I was watching it than reading it. It was interesting, I feel like I'm learning more about Brain and Michael as the story goes along. Also, need I say that it was hot? I also like that afterwords Brian was feeling protective of him... of course as I'm sure you know by now I always like that. lol. :P
Aw! Brian was dressing Michael, that's so cute. I have a thing about them dressing each other. I loved that Brian knew that Michael would be uncomfortable naked while he was away, it always makes me happy reading something like that--that is, reading something like how they know each other so well.
Aw, and Oh. My. God. Brian called him baby! *does a dance* Just the image of Brian calling him baby makes me all giddy. hehe.
Yum. Michael wearing Brian's cloths. I love the image of him in an oversize sweater, watching the clock and waiting for Brian. [/fangirl] :D And alright, how cute is it that Ash likes Star Trek?
Another wonderful part, though now I expect no less! :P Sorry if my feedback sucks tonight, I’m dead on my feet. :D Can't wait until next chapter... no... I won't start counting the minutes. :P
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I seem to be hitting all the right buttons, is that what you're saying? lol...
Gooooooooooood....
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Let's see. Another brilliant chapter, I really loved the sensory scene. A good way of introducing Mikey to the wonderful world of scenes. I like how Dec was there guiding but not really interfering when he wasn't needed. Seems like a good idea for two beginners, esp when we want Mikey to have only good experiences.
oh and I just have to say I totally squeed when Ash was reading NIC. I was bouncing around telling everyone. Sigh. My other fatal downfall, Asher, sigh.
Sorry distracted. I'm thrilled with how you are leading this story. I felt for Mikey all alone the next day after such an intense moment between them. Can't wait to read more. Bummed I'm going to miss the final part by being in Florida. Stupid vacation. Maybe I can find dialup to go and read quickly. Yep you've got me totally addicted.
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Ha, Asher is FUCKING FABULOUS!!!!!!!!! sighhhhhhhhh....
(and that did play a part in the naming of Ash, but not the entire reason - as you'll learn in the after notes....)
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I squealed when Brian called Michael "baby". It was just not a Brian thing to do, but it *worked* and it was sweet and it shows how Brian is becoming protective of Mikey and he's not afraid of being with someone and having a commitment.
And then you know the ending, I have this weird kink about characters wearing each others clothing and I was just picturing Mikey sitting all tightly together, keeping Brian's clothes tight to him so he could smell Brian and not feel so alone and it completely fulfilled me as a person. Thank you. ;)
Now I just want Brian to get back because I bet he misses Mikey just as much. Especially after how close they have gotten.
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Good to know I'm doing well...lol.
And again, thank you for telling me.
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I'm hoping for all sorts of good things in tomorrow's part. You have yet to disappoint and I don't think you will at all. It's reassuring.
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Encompassed Cover
Hope you like it!
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AWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!
Oh my GOD!!!
That's just, it's DANG!!! It's amazing!!!
You are the biggest sweetheart!!! No one's ever done coverart for my stories before...and it's so beautiful!!!!
I can't stop looking at it!!!
Thank you SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much!!!
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Everyone deserves cover art. ;) Especially when you have an amazing story like this one.
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Oh man, Ash hit on three of my most secret traits - bouncing, vampires, and Star Trek. I swear, Ash and I are twins separated at birth. The smartass comments? His love of ABVH and Star Trek? Actually bouncing when you get me talking about any of my obsessions? So much like me it's creepy. I'm glad that you've incorporated such nuances into the character - are we gonna get something like this for Dec? A secret obsession with rugby? A hidden stash of fashion mags?
Loved loved loved Brian calling Michael "baby", and his realization that he wasn't scared to say it. And the scene they played out, with the blindfolds, and the gloves, and the harness, and gah. *discreetly mops up the drool*
Yeah, so let's go, Xof. Make with the updating! If you finish before March 25, I can include it in my essay for
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Wellllllllllll, Ash's interests are similar to my own - at least in entertainment materials...lol. ((And NO, that doesn't make him a Mary Sue...snort.)))
You get a taste of Declan's interests in part 8.
LOl, and of COURSE it'll be done before March 25th - there's only four more parts to go.
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That said, I ADORE you for mentioning AB:NiC. *loves*
And then there was the blindfold, and the gloves, and the PJ-bottoms. And Ash and Dec & Mikey and Brian. And the whole leaving for the day, and the insecurity. And...
Okay, fine! I LOVED it all. Every single part. And now I have 2 parts to catch up on.
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lol....
always fun to know i've got you so excited about the story...lol
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