We_Are_Numb3rs Halloween Masqu3rade Challenge - This Masquerade: Contact
Title: This Masquerade: Contact
Author: CPWatcher
Pairing/Characters: William Bradford/?
Rating/Category: NC-17
Spoilers: All seasons for when Bradford and other characters are introduced. Minor mention of specific episode plots.
Word Count: ~3300
Summary: Anonymous sex between consenting adults.
Notes/Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex between men. Lots of it. Coarse language.
A/N: Sorry, I wanted to get this posted sooner but just couldn't get it quite where I wanted it to go. Good news though, Ive found myself a shiny new OTP for the Numb3rs fandom.
Also, no beta, so all mistakes are mine.
This Masquerade: Contact
Are we really happy here
With this lonely game we play
Looking for words to say?
Searching
But not finding understanding anyway
We're lost in a mas--masquerade
This Masquerade - George Benson
He felt the eyes upon him the moment he walked into the room, but Dr. William Bradford was used to that kind of scrutiny. As a six foot one, two hundred and ninety pound Black man, he always drew attention when he walked into a room. He usually kept that attention once people found out he was a psychiatrist for the FBI. He was used to that too.
However, the people in the room with him tonight had no idea he was a shrink, or a Fed. He was attending an anonymous masquerade party. An anonymous and supposedly anything goes as long as its consensual kind of masquerade party. Everyone was in costume, in what he observed as varying definitions for the word in. He noted a majority of the women, and a fair amount of the men as well, were scantily clad in pieces of clothing masquerading as some type of costume. Everyone, though, wore a face-obscuring mask. The masks were mandatory, part of the anonymous setup. The rules for party participation were simple. Masks had to be on at all times, no exceptions. No personal information exchanged. Everything that happened had to be consensual.
When he’d first received the invitation, William had been somewhat hesitant about attending. How anonymous could such a gathering really be? He decided to attend, if for no other reason than it piqued the psychiatrist in him, wanting to witness first-hand the levels to which people went to achieve fantasy fulfillment, his own desires notwithstanding.
So here he stood, clad in his tailor-made Batman Beyond superhero costume - all black but for the red bat-shaped emblem across his chest and the red lining of his cape. The top was tunic-like, with a Velcro closure at the front that made it fit almost like his suit jacket, except the sleeves were tighter, accentuating the muscles in his arms. The pants were almost skin-tight, again tailored to show off his strong legs. The clingy material also clearly outlined the thick, long length of his dick as it lay against his thigh. The entire outfit was a bit of a risky move, because he was not a small man, by no stretch of the imagination. A risky move, but he was sure, at least within this venue, the attention he garnered would be well worth it.
Bradford strode purposefully across the room to the bar, ordering a scotch, neat. He was just bringing the glass to his lips when he sensed the presence behind him, eyes drilling into his back, as if trying to penetrate through the material of his cape. William finished sipping his drink, relishing the smooth burn as the liquor slid down his throat. Placing the glass down on the bar, he waited a beat before turning to see who was watching him.
What greeted him were the most intense set of blue-grey eyes he’d ever seen. It took a moment before William realized that the piercing gaze had left his own eyes and were travelling slowly down his body, their journey abruptly halted when they reached his groin. He couldn’t have stopped the way his dick twitched and swelled under the heat of the powerful gaze even if he had wanted to. When the eyes rose up to meet his again, they had darkened with lustful desire. With eyes locked, for a moment the two men stood silently, two Alpha males assessing each other, questioning, challenging.
Bradford took the unspoken challenge, allowing him self a very frank and detailed look at the man in front of him. The guy was dressed as a Roman Centurion soldier, including chainmail breastplate, wrist and ankle cuffs, leather strapped sandals, and strips of leather sewn into what looked like a kilt. He even had a sword hanging from his waist. However, this wasn’t some young Twink; this guy was older, mature. Bradford guessed he was in his late-forties, but he was in excellent shape. Strong arms, broad shoulders, powerful legs, and abdominals that William guessed he could have bounced a quarter on fifteen years ago, which even now were still pretty firm from what he could see beneath the armor. Moreover, the soldier was sporting a serious hard-on, which was tenting the front of his kilt in an utterly obscene manner but for their current venue. All signs pointed to this guy being an aggressive Alpha male out on the prowl. However, Bradford hadn’t come here tonight looking to get a dick up his ass. He came out with the intent of being the one doing the fucking.
“That’s a mighty big sword you got there. Very impressive. You planned on using it tonight?” William asked, figuring the other man would catch the double entendre.
“A Roman Centurion is always prepared for battle. We fight hard. We fight to win. However, tonight, it would be my honor to be at your service, Senator.” As the words left the soldier’s mouth, he dropped down onto one bended knee, crossing his right arm over his chest, and bowing his head in supplication. If Bradford hadn’t been sure of the soldier’s intentions of offering himself up for his use by the time he was kneeling before him, the way the soldier licked his lips as his eyes looked hungrily at William’s cock told the whole story. “How may I serve you?”
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Not more than three minutes after the question posed and William was sitting in a large high-back leather chair, his dick engulfed in the warmwetslick heat of the Roman Centurion’s mouth. They had gone in search of an open room, and the first one they stumbled across was this small library, with books lining the walls, a small solid oak desk in one corner of the room, and in another corner, a pair of chairs, a table set between them. The table held an assortment of condoms, lubes and unopened sex toys, including dildos, plugs and nipple clamps. For a moment, William was curious how exactly the mansion’s bedrooms were stocked. That is until the Centurion pressed up behind him - hard dick grinding against his ass, large hand working the Velcro opening to his pants, and warm breath in his ear. “Sooner you fish it out, the quicker I can get my mouth on your dick, Senator.”
Moments later, Bradford sat, looking down at the man kneeling between his legs, the full lips sucking up the length of his erection, and then sliding back down to take the tip into his throat. He groaned at the light graze of teeth, and bucked his hips slightly. However, his soldier was ready for it, opening his throat even as he moved into the thrust. “Your mouth is a thing of beauty,” husked Bradford. “Damn near perfect.”
The soldier raised his head, letting his hand stroke Bradford’s thick erection as he spoke. “Damn near perfect would be you losing the shirt so I could touch your body.” The sound of Bradford’s chuckle was quickly followed by the rip/scratch of Velcro being pried apart. “Now that there is a thing of beauty,” the soldier drawled, as his hungry eyes slid over the wide expanse of William’s dark chest and stomach. Large warm hands began tracing patterns along Bradford’s torso as the wet suction started back on his dick. When the soldier pinched his nipple, William grabbed him by the back of his neck and thrust deeply into his mouth.
This soldier was excellent. His hands, rough from work, left electric trails everywhere they touched Bradford’s body. His sinful mouth was made for sucking. “Just like that, yeah, suck it just like that. Feels good, so good,” moaned Bradford.
“Tastes better,” the soldier said, as he began to lave William’s balls with his tongue. He worked his way up one side of Bradford’s dick and down the other, and then he started licking his way up Bradford’s stomach. “Wish I had more time, I’d lick every square inch of your entire body.” William shuddered with pleasure at the thought and then shuddered again when the Centurion started suckling at his right nipple.
Bradford again grabbed the soldier by the back of the neck, but this time pulled him up for a kiss. It was an awkward press of lips as both masks were making contact somewhat difficult. William whispered across the Centurions lips, “I wish we would have found a room with a bed, because I’d be deep inside you right now.”
William heard the soldier actually growl his response. “Don’t need no bed, got a big floor right here.” With that, the soldier slid off William and onto the floor. He turned around and got on hands and knees. He reached back and lifted the flap of his kilt, spreading the cheeks of his naked ass to reveal his entrance glistening with lube.
“Well fuck me,” groaned William, eyes heavy with lust at the sight before him.
“Not this time, big man. You fuck me. The sooner, the better.” The soldier looked over his shoulder at Bradford, heat and mischief playing in his eyes. “You’re not going to deny a Centurion his victory, are you? I want my spoils of war.”
Bradford was reaching blindly towards the table for a condom even as he slid to the floor between the soldier’s spread legs. “And here I thought I won this battle.” William parted the soldier’s cheeks wider with one hand and pressed two thick fingers into the waiting hole with his other, forcing a deep groan from the soldier.
“Yeah. Fuck me now, all ready stretched. Give me your big dick.”
Bradford removed his fingers from the soldier. He actually was well prepared, slick and tight, and ready for the taking. William opened a condom and slid it over his erection. Reaching back to grab lube from the table, he slicked himself liberally.
“Fast or slow?” Bradford asked, as he rubbed the length of his dick along the soldier's slippery crease.
“Surprise me.” was the smirked reply he received.
“With pleasure,” said William, as he positioned the head at the puckered entrance to the soldier’s body. He pushed in non-stop, slow and steady, spearing the soldier on his dick. For his troubles, William got one long, continuous moan of “Fuck” from the Centurion’s mouth.
When he finally bottomed out, after what felt like a lifetime of tight, hot pleasure, Bradford held still inside of the Centurion, the dark curly hair of his groin rubbing deliciously against the pale white ass, as he slowly breathed in and out.
“I asked you to fuck me. Don’t just sit there like some bump on a log.” The soldier tried to move forward and then grind himself back on Bradford, but William grabbed him by the hips, pulling the man back sharply and embedding himself deeper into the soldier. Then he held their bodies together tightly, halting the other man’s movement.
“I’m running this show, soldier. You just keep your sweet ass still while I savor how hot and tight you are.” The soldier moaned loudly at the rough treatment, his body clenching wildly around Bradford’s dick. “Ah, I see you liked that. What else do you like? What do you want?”
The soldier said nothing.
“So that’s the way you want to play it, is it? You prefer me to fuck the answer out of you. I can do that. I have no problem with that.” Matching words to action, William began making long deep strokes into the soldier, eliciting moans and a string of expletives from the man beneath him.
Bradford was stroking the soldier hard and fast. Before too long he could hear the Centurion murmuring, “Come on, come on, just… fuck…” William stroked into him four more times then stopped, his dick pulled out until just the tip was inside of the man’s clenching heat.
“Damn it! You fucking son of a bitch…”
“Tell me what you want. Let me give it to you. Tell me.”
The soldier remained silent.
Bradford stroked in sharply, grazing the soldier’s prostate, and then pulled almost completely out again.
“Shit,” moaned the guard.
“Talk to me. Tell me what you need. I’ll give it to you if I can.” William instinctively knew the man below him wanted something, something he knew William could give him, being that he sought William out the moment he’d walked in the place. The soldier’s easy acquiesce to William’s demand to hold still, the way he wasn’t balking at the rough treatment, the way he moaned so beautifully when William thrust so deep inside him, the man wanted this, every bit. Otherwise, he could have called an end to everything, and William would have stopped. Instead, he stayed absolutely still, head bowed, allowing Bradford to take him any way that he pleased.
“I’m ordering you to tell me what you want, what you need.” William punctuated his words with several sharp jabs into the soldier, drilling his prostate.
The soldier moaned, low and long. “Bastard. You want to know what I want. Damn it. I want your weight, okay. I want your fucking weight. I want to feel you, on top of me, pushing me down, pounding me into the damn floor. I want …damn it… I want your weight. On my back, all over me.”
William visibly shuddered. It had been a very long time since he took anyone by lying fully on top. He wasn’t a small man and rarely did anyone wanted him to lie across their back, to give them his full weight. “You…” Bradford licked suddenly dry lips. “Are you sure about that? I’m no lightweight. I weigh more than you do fully dressed and soaking wet.”
“Yeah. I’m sure... Please.”
It might have been the please that did it, or just the fact the soldier was asking for something William found he wanted just as much as he did. Ultimately, it didn’t matter which, as Bradford slid back inside the soldier, then slowly lowered himself onto his back. The Centurion held him up for a moment with shaking arms, until he lowered them both to the floor, William’s body covering his completely.
“Yes. Now... Now take me,” moaned the soldier.
Bradford began pushing inside the man beneath him, his hips snapping, as he shoved in hard and fast. “Perfect. So fucking perfect.”
“Yeah, yeah. Give it to me, give me your weight. Give me… Don’t hold back, I need it. Need it. Harder. Fuck me harder. Yes. Yes!” the soldier moaned.
William didn’t hold back, taking the man at his word. He used his arms for minimal support, resting heavily against the body beneath him.
Too soon, William felt his balls drawing up, his orgasm just a little ways off. With no ability to reach around and stroke the soldier’s cock, William wondered if the man would be able to get off on penetration alone. He hoped his words would help spur the soldier to completion. Bradford spoke quietly, breath warm, right into the Centurion’s ear. “Feels so good laying on you like this, being in you, pounding you into the floor. You're so tight on me. Makes me want to come so deep in you. Squeeze me, make me come. You wanted to service me. Work your ass, take my dick. Fucking come on my dick. Come now.”
Bradford felt the man beneath him tremble and then still. The Roman Centurion’s voice was low and tight as he spoke. “Sonova... Coming, I'm coming.”
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Epilogue
He felt the eyes on him the moment he walked into the room, but Dr. William Bradford was used to that kind of scrutiny. As a six foot one, two hundred and ninety pound Black man, he always drew attention when he walked into a room. He usually kept that attention when people found out he was a psychiatrist for the FBI. He was used to that too. The men and women who watched him exit from the elevator knew who he was, being fellow FBI agents themselves, many of whom Bradford had seen in his office. At this moment, he was here to see one agent in particular.
He strode purposefully around the bullpen towards Don Eppes’ desk, coming to an abrupt halts just shy of the cubicle where Don sat. He saw the back of a uniformed officer, as he leaned over Don’s shoulder, looking at a report. The man’s voice had stopped William dead in his tracks.
“Dr. Bradford. Good to see you again.”
William heard Megan’s greeting and forced his eyes away from the figure in front of him, responding to the young woman. “Agent Reeves, I hope you’re doing well?” From the corner of his eye, Bradford saw the officer’s body tense for a split second as he heard William’s voice. He watched as the officer straightened up, stepping back from Don, who was rising from his chair.
“Ah, Dr. Bradford, ah I wasn’t expecting to see you. What brings you down here?” asked Don, shaking William’s hand.
“I was upstairs working on a case. I stopped down because I needed to reschedule with you.”
Bradford watched as the officer slowly turned around, and the same piercing blue-grey gaze immediately caught him up. “Your doctor makes house calls, Eppes. You sick or something?” the officer asked, his eyes never leaving Bradford.
“Nah, not sick. Well, maybe a little sick in the head. Who knows?” Don shrugs. “Dr. Bradford’s the company psychiatrist. Had to see him after a couple of shootings I had a while back. Dr. William Bradford, Lt. Gary Walker, gang crimes.”
William nodded his head slightly, aware of the officer’s closed-off posture. “Lieutenant.”
“So you’re a Fed and a shrink. Guess you must be the life of the party,” replied Walker.
“You’d be surprised. I have an excellent bedside manner.” Bradford smiled, and watched as the tense set to the officer’s shoulders eased, as neither one of them acknowledged having met before under extremely inappropriate circumstances.
“Don’t want nobody messing around in my head,” muttered Gary. “Too much shit in there that needs to stay in there. Eppes, you let me know if you get a lead on that perp.”
“You got it, Gary. I’ll call you if Charlie’s math pans out.” Don watched as Walker stepped past Bradford.
“Lt. Walker.” The low rumble of Bradford’s voice stopped the retreating officer. When Walker turned around Bradford reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a business card and pen. He walked the few steps to close the distance between them, writing on the back of the card. He handed the other man the small white card. “Here’s my number if you change your mind and find you ever need something I can help you with. Discretion assured, of course. Maybe it’ll help you work out some of that shit in your head.”
Walker took the card, scanning it quickly, noting the scribbled personal cell phone number. “Thanks. I’ll... I’ll keep that in mind.”
Bradford watched as the officer turned and walked away again. He smiled to himself when he saw Walker pull out his wallet and placed the business card inside.
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