Unconditionally Conditional - Part Four
Title: Unconditionally Conditional -- thank you, Avari!
Author: streamofwords -- OMG, streamedwords' secret smut alias
Pairing: Ambrose/Wyatt
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am merely a humble fan girl.
Rating: NC-17 -- definitely NC-17
Summary: Resistance Fighter Wyatt Cain finds himself being imprisoned by the sadistic Royal Court, facing a future of servitude. But is there an ally on his side?
Warning: Imprisonment, mind torture, slavery, AU
Note: Head between knees alert! Now I go to hide under the bed!
Cain came to understand that he had actually managed to catch the fancy of more than one interested owners. He noticed more of them stealing glances at him, men and women alike. The looks from the women, he didn't mind. The men, though, he longed to punch. Little by little, they were becoming more blatant about it.
He asked Ambrose why it was happening. The Medic explained that he was too lenient with Cain in public. His lack of possessive behavior made the other owners think that he couldn't handle the blond. A few of them had even offered to take him off Ambrose's hands to be put to better use. It was actually Cain who had suggested the public displays of affection, not wanting those strangers to drool over him.
Ambrose did his best. He would reach out to touch Cain several times while they were out, even if it was just to press his fingers to the man's arm when they were stepping out of the elevator. The more open displays, kissing and such, were reserved for those times when one of those admiring owners hovered somewhere nearby. Ambrose would take hold of the blond's head, hands pressing firmly to either side of Cain's face, lips reaching down to coat the other man's mouth in a thorough kiss. It was a silent communication for, Back Off, He's Mine.
Then, a strange thing began to happen. Ambrose would kiss him even when those masters were not around, sometimes when they were alone together in his laboratory. Cain would return the affection, mouth moving against the Medic's. They would break apart, breathless, and Ambrose would return immediately back to his work, or his conversation, or whatever he was doing before getting wrapped up in kissing Cain. And Cain would sit, silent, enjoying the lingering sensations on his lips.
He wasn't sure when they had begun to dance around each other like that. Cain was surprised to find himself looking forward to Ambrose's sporadic bits of public affection. In private, the Medic was withdrawn as usual, careful not even to brush his hands against Cain's when they were playing cards. It left the blond trying to figure out exactly what was happening between them.
More often, Cain found himself staring at Ambrose. As appraising of the Medic as those owners had been of him. He drank in the sight of the man while he was working, or reading, when Ambrose would reach up absently and push brown curls out of his face. Cain wondered what they would feel like to touch. The blond also marveled over the power of Ambrose's dark eyes, able to command anger, humor, sadness and detachment with flawless ease. Cain liked how they looked when Ambrose laughed, the lines that formed in their corners when the Medic really let himself go.
He had also made several studies of Ambrose when the Medic was unclothed in front of him. Pale all over, with a swimmer's build, or perhaps a dancer's. Thin but not unhealthy; the musculature present but suited to his slim figure. Cain found it hard to avert his eyes as he watched Ambrose walk from the bathroom to the bedroom, where the Medic would dress without any notice of Cain's observance.
Cain couldn't deny it any longer: He had built up a heavy attraction to the Medic. The difficult part was figuring out if that was a mutual feeling. Thinking back to those times when Ambrose had kissed him without anything to prompt him, Cain remembered how the Medic's eyes looked when they parted; half-lidded, pleased, but wary of his own desire. Cain theorized that it was likely that Ambrose was wrestling with his own appreciative feelings.
The blond finally decided that it was time to test his theory.
He waited until the Medic came to the suite after Ambrose's shift had ended. Cain had requested Ambrose's dinner from the chefs early for the evening, so that it was waiting when the man arrived. He heard the door open, the lock being twisted behind Ambrose, before the Medic came strolling into the living room, inhaling deeply. "That smells divine. I am starving! Four deliveries, three sets of stitches, five medical exams and ten shots without one break for lunch."
Cain stood near the cart, watching Ambrose take one of the domed lids off. The Medic smiled delightedly, as he tugged off the leather gloves. He stepped into the bathroom, water running as the man washed off his hands. Ambrose's voice called out to Cain, obviously in a good mood, "I made some progress on that energy pill we'd discussed. Once I'm sure that it's safe for consumption, then I'm going to have it tried out on some of the slaves at the work sites. That'll help them power through their work without having to worry about getting tired halfway through."
"That's great." Cain answered, watching the Medic come walking out of the bathroom. Ambrose reached down to the exposed platter, picking up one of the small slices of fruit used to garnish a dish, as the man popped it eagerly into his mouth.
He noticed, in mid-chew, that Cain was staring at him. Ambrose swallowed down that bit of fruit, an eyebrow arching quizzically as he blinked at the blond. "What?"
Cain stepped in closer, hands taking hold of Ambrose's face. Those curls felt soft, just as he'd imagined. As the Medic's eyes began to widen, Cain's head dropped down, mouth covering that other one before Ambrose could work up any words. Cain kept his eyes open, locking them deeply into those shocked browns, watching Ambrose's reaction. That surprise faded, as the Medic's mouth became unfrozen from shock, lips applying their own gentle pressure back into the kiss.
Ambrose parted from it quickly, looking uncertainly up at the blond. He whispered, softly, "We're not in public, Wyatt. You don't have to do that in here."
"I'm doing it because I want to." Cain whispered back, blue eyes flitting intently over Ambrose's face. "I'm doing it because I want you. Private, public.. I want you, Ambrose. Let me have you, here, tonight. Please."
Those brown eyes slid away from him, Ambrose's breath coming quicker now, enough that his chest was visibly shuddering from it. His whisper was impossibly quieter, "You don't know what you're asking, Wyatt. You don't know who you're asking it from."
Cain shook his head, angling his gaze until he snagged hold of Ambrose's eyes again, so that the Medic had to look up to him. "I don't care. Let me have you. Let me touch you."
His mouth pressed down on Ambrose's again, to prove the truth of his words. He coaxed the man's lips into a response, Cain feeling that mouth losing its reluctance. Then Ambrose sighed deep in his chest, and the Medic's wrists locked around the back of Cain's neck, as the man gave in. Cain found himself letting go of his own reluctance at that point.
He dropped his hands from Ambrose's head, sliding them down the leather coat of the slim figure, his fingers dancing around to the base of the Medic's back, drawing that body tight against him. The warmth of that smaller figure had him moaning quietly, Ambrose tightening the loop of his arms around Cain's neck as their kiss became deeper, hotter. Their mouths opened, tongues reaching, exploring each other like that for now.
Ambrose placed bare hands on him for the first time, as the Medic shifted his embrace in order to press his fingers into the back of Cain's neck. He kneaded at the blond's shoulders, causing Cain to shiver in rememberance of when they had touched him in the chamber in just this manner. The Medic's fingers nimbly worked at the catch of the collar around Cain's neck, unlatching it so that it fell to the floor between their feet. His fingers were still steady, even when they began to caress down Cain's back.
Cain clutched that body tighter to him, hungry for more. The feel of the leather shell keeping him apart from Ambrose's skin was starting to drive him crazy. He let go of the Medic, but only to begin working on the catches to that coat, wanting to undress Ambrose as he had memorized the Medic doing before. Breaking off the kiss when it seemed that Cain was having trouble focusing in both areas, Ambrose was panting as he looked down to watch the blond clumsily fight with those catches. The Medic kindly assisted Cain when it got too frustrating for him. Once that coat was open, Cain pushed it back off Ambrose's shoulders, and it also fell to the floor unnoticed.
His mouth immediately latched on to that revealed flesh. Cain pressed his mouth to the base of Ambrose's throat, caressing it with his kiss. Ambrose bit down on his bottom lip, his hands slipping up to rest limply on the blond's shoulders as Cain started to blaze a trail with his tongue, painting a line of heat down the Medic's chest. He felt Ambrose lurch sharply when he wrapped his mouth around one of the man's nipples, Cain tightening his hold on the Medic's hips, tasting that nub of flesh with languid twists of his tongue.
"Wyatt.." Ambrose whispered down to him, fingers curling over on Cain's skin, nails denting the flesh in his enjoyment. The noises of Cain's mouth working between them filled the room, as Ambrose bit on his lip again to bite back a moan. Cain switched, working at the other nipple, even worrying the flesh with the tips of his teeth. He bit gently, making Ambrose sigh delightedly, "Do that again, harder."
Cain blinked at the request, but complied. He bit that flesh harder, and heard his obedience cause Ambrose to moan. As much as he knew the Medic was enjoying the attention there, Cain's hunger had him intent on other goals. He sank down, kneeling slowly in front of the Medic with a creak of leather. Cain felt those pants starting to become uncomfortably tighter. It could wait, he decided, since he wanted to sate his desire for exploring Ambrose first.
His hands slid to the front of Ambrose's pants, working the buttons open. Cain peeled the leather back, mouth jumping down to the flesh being exposed, licking the salty tang of sweat which had gathered under the band of those trousers. Ambrose began to slide his fingers through Cain's short blond hairs, caressing him as that mouth moved over him.
When Cain took hold of the man's length, Ambrose dropped his head forward with a gasp, clenching the blond's head to keep himself steadied. Cain looked up to watch the man's face as he began to stroke his fingers over that growing hardness, in order to see the pleasure wash over it. Ambrose's eyes were tightly shut, lip clamped between his teeth hard enough that it was white. It gave the blond encouragement, as he began to work with more confidence, tightening the grip of his fingers as he sped up.
Ambrose sagged slightly, his knees becoming unsteady as Cain worked his body. Cain looked away from the man's face in order to watch his hand sliding over Ambrose. It occurred to him that he wanted to do more than feel; he wanted to taste. Emboldened by the idea, the blond bowed his head in, mouth taking hold of the tip of that length in his hand. Ambrose whimpered at this development, as Cain unwrapped his fingers from around that throbbing length, taking it deeper into his mouth.
He felt Ambrose's fingers digging into his shoulders again when Cain began to move, not entirely certain what he was doing while under his own power here, but figuring that he could learn fast enough. Ambrose definitely seemed to be enjoying it. His hips began to buck softly towards Cain's mouth, finding a rhythm that they both could handle.
Then Ambrose was whispering, desperate, "Wyatt, you need to.. un... to stop. I won't last.."
Cain drew back, causing the Medic to sigh with relief and some sexual frustration. He stood up slowly, hands clasping Ambrose's sides to keep the man from falling over. When they kissed, the blond could taste salt and copper mingling between their lips, from his work on Ambrose's body and from the Medic's lip biting drawing blood.
Without breaking that passionate kiss, Cain managed to half-drag Ambrose towards the Medic's bed. They fell on it together, Cain covering that slim figure with his bigger bulk, feeling the hardness in his pants straining for freedom. Ambrose was working at them already, undoing the buttons. Cain almost sighed in relief when he felt the tension of his pants loosen. The Medic was drawing out the blond's length, testing it with a few strokes, finding it as hard as his own.
He swore under his breath, beginning to tug Ambrose's pants down, forcing them off the man's legs. The shoes were a brief obstacle, but Cain didn't even bother trying to untie them as he wedged them off Ambrose's feet. Once he had that body naked, he pushed up intimately close, feeling the muscles of the Medic's body trembling from the intensity of their passion. Cain slid his hands over the shapes of Ambrose's figure beneath him, before snaking a hand around underneath the Medic so that his fingers could probe him intimately.
Ambrose tore his mouth away, whispering shakily, "Drawer.. bedside.. table. Ointment..."
Cain grunted in acknowledgement, hating to have to take even one hand away from the man in order to accomplish the task. His fingers blindly snagged the handle of the drawer, mouth fixed back on kissing Ambrose, as Cain pulled it open and fished around inside for the ointment. He nearly dropped it when the man under his body purred and arched up against him in a sensual movement of muscle.
The blond's hands were shaking when he opened up the tube, trying not to make a mess of everything in his haste. Ambrose laughed softly, taking it from him to keep Cain from struggling too much longer. The Medic took over when the blond faltered, Cain able to feel Ambrose's hand moving between them, spreading that lubrication over Cain's length, making the man nearly lose it right then. Cain had to grit his teeth together, as Ambrose lingered with teasing him, growling out a warning, "Stop that, or we won't get very far.."
"Sorry.." Ambrose whispered, in a way that didn't sound sincere at all. He tossed the tube to the side, Cain feeling the Medic guiding him with a sure hand. Cain had to fight with all of his willpower not to release early as he felt himself sinking into Ambrose. The Medic's head arched back on the bed as Cain pushed forward, careful not to hurt the man, wanting to be as gentle as his lust would allow him.
They strained together, cautiously at first, until they were used to it. Then their bodies found the perfect rhythm, Cain rocking his hips above Ambrose. He felt the Medic's arms lock around him, knees pressing against the sides of his ribs as Cain continued to move, claiming that body underneath him. Ambrose's body yielded to him, accepting him hungrily, as the Medic's head rolled against the bed. Cain gripped the hips of the man, angling them up as he continued to labor. There was sweat and heat between them, burning intensely.
Cain was unable to last. He rocked forward, clutching Ambrose's hips desperately, and with a few timed thrusts, let himself go. His moans were loud, filling the suite with the sound. Ambrose was close, and the Medic lasted only seconds longer than Cain. However, his release was much quieter, a few whimpers that he fed into the fabric of the bedspread which he turned his mouth towards. Cain continued to work through their orgasms, feeling Ambrose spill between their bodies, the blond wanting to make the moments last as long as he could.
When it was passing, he felt his arms becoming too shaky to support him, so Cain dropped himself carefully down to lay his weight on Ambrose's body. The Medic did not protest, arms loosely wrapped around Cain's torso. He felt the blond nuzzling affectionately against his throat, Ambrose purring quietly. Then Cain felt the Medic reaching to the side, before the thick warmth of the blankets were wrapped around them. Ambrose was whispering to him, but the exertion had left Cain already groggy, "Stay. Stay like this with me."
Cain nodded against the man's neck, tucking his face in, able to find himself falling to sleep without any difficulty.
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They kept their behavior as close to normal in public after that night. It was more difficult than they imagined, considering that their hunger for each other had become nearly uncontrollable after their initial lovemaking. Cain was unable to prevent himself from getting caught up in Ambrose at times, and he would take the Medic in a swift embrace, kissing him heatedly. They would grab for each other whenever they had a moment of privacy, and when it wasn't a quick collision of passion, then sometimes Ambrose would merely stand there in Cain's arms.
In the sanctuary of the suite, they barely found time to eat the dinner being brought to them, since their nights had become full of more sessions of sex. Ambrose surprised Cain with some of the clever ideas he came up with for them to try. The blond even let himself submit to the Medic a few times, when Ambrose could persuade him to allow it. By the end of that first week, Cain had learned everything there was to know about his lover's body, and vice versa. It was intense passion each time, but always ended in that tender embrace.
Ambrose admitted to Cain one evening, while they were in the bath together, that he was afraid that someone would catch on to what was going on if they weren't more careful in public. Cain offered the Medic some comfort, pointing out that they were discreet, and that it was expected of Ambrose to use him in such a manner if he so chose.
"That's the thing.." Ambrose murmured with a frown. "When we're together, I don't want to use you, I want to be used. I'm not supposed to let you have any control over me. We could screw like rabbits all over the Palace and no one would bat an eye. But if they knew that I was giving you that kind of power..." He trailed off, then forced a smile and dabbed a bit of bubbles on the tip of Cain's nose.
They became more careful after that discussion, to ease Ambrose's fears. Cain would wait for the Medic to initiate the contact, like he had done before, though Ambrose was able to do it for more easily than he used to. He seemed to enjoy teasing Cain at times, making the man feed him fruit off his plate at the cafe, lips wrapping intimately around the blond's fingers when he could catch them. Cain would look up to find those brown eyes hot with desire, nearly losing his own concern over where they were, wanting to simply drag the Medic off into some dark corner and fuck him right there against the wall.
Their restraint in public merely made their evenings that more heated. Half the time, they were on each other before the door had even closed. Cain had torn a few of Ambrose's jackets -- but the Medic had assured him that the tailors could fix the damage. Three pairs of pants had to be ordered for Cain, replacing the ones which the Medic had left beyond repair in his enthusiasm. It was a beautiful sort of love affair.
Until their bliss began to fall apart.
Author: streamofwords -- OMG, streamedwords' secret smut alias
Pairing: Ambrose/Wyatt
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am merely a humble fan girl.
Rating: NC-17 -- definitely NC-17
Summary: Resistance Fighter Wyatt Cain finds himself being imprisoned by the sadistic Royal Court, facing a future of servitude. But is there an ally on his side?
Warning: Imprisonment, mind torture, slavery, AU
Note: Head between knees alert! Now I go to hide under the bed!
Cain came to understand that he had actually managed to catch the fancy of more than one interested owners. He noticed more of them stealing glances at him, men and women alike. The looks from the women, he didn't mind. The men, though, he longed to punch. Little by little, they were becoming more blatant about it.
He asked Ambrose why it was happening. The Medic explained that he was too lenient with Cain in public. His lack of possessive behavior made the other owners think that he couldn't handle the blond. A few of them had even offered to take him off Ambrose's hands to be put to better use. It was actually Cain who had suggested the public displays of affection, not wanting those strangers to drool over him.
Ambrose did his best. He would reach out to touch Cain several times while they were out, even if it was just to press his fingers to the man's arm when they were stepping out of the elevator. The more open displays, kissing and such, were reserved for those times when one of those admiring owners hovered somewhere nearby. Ambrose would take hold of the blond's head, hands pressing firmly to either side of Cain's face, lips reaching down to coat the other man's mouth in a thorough kiss. It was a silent communication for, Back Off, He's Mine.
Then, a strange thing began to happen. Ambrose would kiss him even when those masters were not around, sometimes when they were alone together in his laboratory. Cain would return the affection, mouth moving against the Medic's. They would break apart, breathless, and Ambrose would return immediately back to his work, or his conversation, or whatever he was doing before getting wrapped up in kissing Cain. And Cain would sit, silent, enjoying the lingering sensations on his lips.
He wasn't sure when they had begun to dance around each other like that. Cain was surprised to find himself looking forward to Ambrose's sporadic bits of public affection. In private, the Medic was withdrawn as usual, careful not even to brush his hands against Cain's when they were playing cards. It left the blond trying to figure out exactly what was happening between them.
More often, Cain found himself staring at Ambrose. As appraising of the Medic as those owners had been of him. He drank in the sight of the man while he was working, or reading, when Ambrose would reach up absently and push brown curls out of his face. Cain wondered what they would feel like to touch. The blond also marveled over the power of Ambrose's dark eyes, able to command anger, humor, sadness and detachment with flawless ease. Cain liked how they looked when Ambrose laughed, the lines that formed in their corners when the Medic really let himself go.
He had also made several studies of Ambrose when the Medic was unclothed in front of him. Pale all over, with a swimmer's build, or perhaps a dancer's. Thin but not unhealthy; the musculature present but suited to his slim figure. Cain found it hard to avert his eyes as he watched Ambrose walk from the bathroom to the bedroom, where the Medic would dress without any notice of Cain's observance.
Cain couldn't deny it any longer: He had built up a heavy attraction to the Medic. The difficult part was figuring out if that was a mutual feeling. Thinking back to those times when Ambrose had kissed him without anything to prompt him, Cain remembered how the Medic's eyes looked when they parted; half-lidded, pleased, but wary of his own desire. Cain theorized that it was likely that Ambrose was wrestling with his own appreciative feelings.
The blond finally decided that it was time to test his theory.
He waited until the Medic came to the suite after Ambrose's shift had ended. Cain had requested Ambrose's dinner from the chefs early for the evening, so that it was waiting when the man arrived. He heard the door open, the lock being twisted behind Ambrose, before the Medic came strolling into the living room, inhaling deeply. "That smells divine. I am starving! Four deliveries, three sets of stitches, five medical exams and ten shots without one break for lunch."
Cain stood near the cart, watching Ambrose take one of the domed lids off. The Medic smiled delightedly, as he tugged off the leather gloves. He stepped into the bathroom, water running as the man washed off his hands. Ambrose's voice called out to Cain, obviously in a good mood, "I made some progress on that energy pill we'd discussed. Once I'm sure that it's safe for consumption, then I'm going to have it tried out on some of the slaves at the work sites. That'll help them power through their work without having to worry about getting tired halfway through."
"That's great." Cain answered, watching the Medic come walking out of the bathroom. Ambrose reached down to the exposed platter, picking up one of the small slices of fruit used to garnish a dish, as the man popped it eagerly into his mouth.
He noticed, in mid-chew, that Cain was staring at him. Ambrose swallowed down that bit of fruit, an eyebrow arching quizzically as he blinked at the blond. "What?"
Cain stepped in closer, hands taking hold of Ambrose's face. Those curls felt soft, just as he'd imagined. As the Medic's eyes began to widen, Cain's head dropped down, mouth covering that other one before Ambrose could work up any words. Cain kept his eyes open, locking them deeply into those shocked browns, watching Ambrose's reaction. That surprise faded, as the Medic's mouth became unfrozen from shock, lips applying their own gentle pressure back into the kiss.
Ambrose parted from it quickly, looking uncertainly up at the blond. He whispered, softly, "We're not in public, Wyatt. You don't have to do that in here."
"I'm doing it because I want to." Cain whispered back, blue eyes flitting intently over Ambrose's face. "I'm doing it because I want you. Private, public.. I want you, Ambrose. Let me have you, here, tonight. Please."
Those brown eyes slid away from him, Ambrose's breath coming quicker now, enough that his chest was visibly shuddering from it. His whisper was impossibly quieter, "You don't know what you're asking, Wyatt. You don't know who you're asking it from."
Cain shook his head, angling his gaze until he snagged hold of Ambrose's eyes again, so that the Medic had to look up to him. "I don't care. Let me have you. Let me touch you."
His mouth pressed down on Ambrose's again, to prove the truth of his words. He coaxed the man's lips into a response, Cain feeling that mouth losing its reluctance. Then Ambrose sighed deep in his chest, and the Medic's wrists locked around the back of Cain's neck, as the man gave in. Cain found himself letting go of his own reluctance at that point.
He dropped his hands from Ambrose's head, sliding them down the leather coat of the slim figure, his fingers dancing around to the base of the Medic's back, drawing that body tight against him. The warmth of that smaller figure had him moaning quietly, Ambrose tightening the loop of his arms around Cain's neck as their kiss became deeper, hotter. Their mouths opened, tongues reaching, exploring each other like that for now.
Ambrose placed bare hands on him for the first time, as the Medic shifted his embrace in order to press his fingers into the back of Cain's neck. He kneaded at the blond's shoulders, causing Cain to shiver in rememberance of when they had touched him in the chamber in just this manner. The Medic's fingers nimbly worked at the catch of the collar around Cain's neck, unlatching it so that it fell to the floor between their feet. His fingers were still steady, even when they began to caress down Cain's back.
Cain clutched that body tighter to him, hungry for more. The feel of the leather shell keeping him apart from Ambrose's skin was starting to drive him crazy. He let go of the Medic, but only to begin working on the catches to that coat, wanting to undress Ambrose as he had memorized the Medic doing before. Breaking off the kiss when it seemed that Cain was having trouble focusing in both areas, Ambrose was panting as he looked down to watch the blond clumsily fight with those catches. The Medic kindly assisted Cain when it got too frustrating for him. Once that coat was open, Cain pushed it back off Ambrose's shoulders, and it also fell to the floor unnoticed.
His mouth immediately latched on to that revealed flesh. Cain pressed his mouth to the base of Ambrose's throat, caressing it with his kiss. Ambrose bit down on his bottom lip, his hands slipping up to rest limply on the blond's shoulders as Cain started to blaze a trail with his tongue, painting a line of heat down the Medic's chest. He felt Ambrose lurch sharply when he wrapped his mouth around one of the man's nipples, Cain tightening his hold on the Medic's hips, tasting that nub of flesh with languid twists of his tongue.
"Wyatt.." Ambrose whispered down to him, fingers curling over on Cain's skin, nails denting the flesh in his enjoyment. The noises of Cain's mouth working between them filled the room, as Ambrose bit on his lip again to bite back a moan. Cain switched, working at the other nipple, even worrying the flesh with the tips of his teeth. He bit gently, making Ambrose sigh delightedly, "Do that again, harder."
Cain blinked at the request, but complied. He bit that flesh harder, and heard his obedience cause Ambrose to moan. As much as he knew the Medic was enjoying the attention there, Cain's hunger had him intent on other goals. He sank down, kneeling slowly in front of the Medic with a creak of leather. Cain felt those pants starting to become uncomfortably tighter. It could wait, he decided, since he wanted to sate his desire for exploring Ambrose first.
His hands slid to the front of Ambrose's pants, working the buttons open. Cain peeled the leather back, mouth jumping down to the flesh being exposed, licking the salty tang of sweat which had gathered under the band of those trousers. Ambrose began to slide his fingers through Cain's short blond hairs, caressing him as that mouth moved over him.
When Cain took hold of the man's length, Ambrose dropped his head forward with a gasp, clenching the blond's head to keep himself steadied. Cain looked up to watch the man's face as he began to stroke his fingers over that growing hardness, in order to see the pleasure wash over it. Ambrose's eyes were tightly shut, lip clamped between his teeth hard enough that it was white. It gave the blond encouragement, as he began to work with more confidence, tightening the grip of his fingers as he sped up.
Ambrose sagged slightly, his knees becoming unsteady as Cain worked his body. Cain looked away from the man's face in order to watch his hand sliding over Ambrose. It occurred to him that he wanted to do more than feel; he wanted to taste. Emboldened by the idea, the blond bowed his head in, mouth taking hold of the tip of that length in his hand. Ambrose whimpered at this development, as Cain unwrapped his fingers from around that throbbing length, taking it deeper into his mouth.
He felt Ambrose's fingers digging into his shoulders again when Cain began to move, not entirely certain what he was doing while under his own power here, but figuring that he could learn fast enough. Ambrose definitely seemed to be enjoying it. His hips began to buck softly towards Cain's mouth, finding a rhythm that they both could handle.
Then Ambrose was whispering, desperate, "Wyatt, you need to.. un... to stop. I won't last.."
Cain drew back, causing the Medic to sigh with relief and some sexual frustration. He stood up slowly, hands clasping Ambrose's sides to keep the man from falling over. When they kissed, the blond could taste salt and copper mingling between their lips, from his work on Ambrose's body and from the Medic's lip biting drawing blood.
Without breaking that passionate kiss, Cain managed to half-drag Ambrose towards the Medic's bed. They fell on it together, Cain covering that slim figure with his bigger bulk, feeling the hardness in his pants straining for freedom. Ambrose was working at them already, undoing the buttons. Cain almost sighed in relief when he felt the tension of his pants loosen. The Medic was drawing out the blond's length, testing it with a few strokes, finding it as hard as his own.
He swore under his breath, beginning to tug Ambrose's pants down, forcing them off the man's legs. The shoes were a brief obstacle, but Cain didn't even bother trying to untie them as he wedged them off Ambrose's feet. Once he had that body naked, he pushed up intimately close, feeling the muscles of the Medic's body trembling from the intensity of their passion. Cain slid his hands over the shapes of Ambrose's figure beneath him, before snaking a hand around underneath the Medic so that his fingers could probe him intimately.
Ambrose tore his mouth away, whispering shakily, "Drawer.. bedside.. table. Ointment..."
Cain grunted in acknowledgement, hating to have to take even one hand away from the man in order to accomplish the task. His fingers blindly snagged the handle of the drawer, mouth fixed back on kissing Ambrose, as Cain pulled it open and fished around inside for the ointment. He nearly dropped it when the man under his body purred and arched up against him in a sensual movement of muscle.
The blond's hands were shaking when he opened up the tube, trying not to make a mess of everything in his haste. Ambrose laughed softly, taking it from him to keep Cain from struggling too much longer. The Medic took over when the blond faltered, Cain able to feel Ambrose's hand moving between them, spreading that lubrication over Cain's length, making the man nearly lose it right then. Cain had to grit his teeth together, as Ambrose lingered with teasing him, growling out a warning, "Stop that, or we won't get very far.."
"Sorry.." Ambrose whispered, in a way that didn't sound sincere at all. He tossed the tube to the side, Cain feeling the Medic guiding him with a sure hand. Cain had to fight with all of his willpower not to release early as he felt himself sinking into Ambrose. The Medic's head arched back on the bed as Cain pushed forward, careful not to hurt the man, wanting to be as gentle as his lust would allow him.
They strained together, cautiously at first, until they were used to it. Then their bodies found the perfect rhythm, Cain rocking his hips above Ambrose. He felt the Medic's arms lock around him, knees pressing against the sides of his ribs as Cain continued to move, claiming that body underneath him. Ambrose's body yielded to him, accepting him hungrily, as the Medic's head rolled against the bed. Cain gripped the hips of the man, angling them up as he continued to labor. There was sweat and heat between them, burning intensely.
Cain was unable to last. He rocked forward, clutching Ambrose's hips desperately, and with a few timed thrusts, let himself go. His moans were loud, filling the suite with the sound. Ambrose was close, and the Medic lasted only seconds longer than Cain. However, his release was much quieter, a few whimpers that he fed into the fabric of the bedspread which he turned his mouth towards. Cain continued to work through their orgasms, feeling Ambrose spill between their bodies, the blond wanting to make the moments last as long as he could.
When it was passing, he felt his arms becoming too shaky to support him, so Cain dropped himself carefully down to lay his weight on Ambrose's body. The Medic did not protest, arms loosely wrapped around Cain's torso. He felt the blond nuzzling affectionately against his throat, Ambrose purring quietly. Then Cain felt the Medic reaching to the side, before the thick warmth of the blankets were wrapped around them. Ambrose was whispering to him, but the exertion had left Cain already groggy, "Stay. Stay like this with me."
Cain nodded against the man's neck, tucking his face in, able to find himself falling to sleep without any difficulty.
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They kept their behavior as close to normal in public after that night. It was more difficult than they imagined, considering that their hunger for each other had become nearly uncontrollable after their initial lovemaking. Cain was unable to prevent himself from getting caught up in Ambrose at times, and he would take the Medic in a swift embrace, kissing him heatedly. They would grab for each other whenever they had a moment of privacy, and when it wasn't a quick collision of passion, then sometimes Ambrose would merely stand there in Cain's arms.
In the sanctuary of the suite, they barely found time to eat the dinner being brought to them, since their nights had become full of more sessions of sex. Ambrose surprised Cain with some of the clever ideas he came up with for them to try. The blond even let himself submit to the Medic a few times, when Ambrose could persuade him to allow it. By the end of that first week, Cain had learned everything there was to know about his lover's body, and vice versa. It was intense passion each time, but always ended in that tender embrace.
Ambrose admitted to Cain one evening, while they were in the bath together, that he was afraid that someone would catch on to what was going on if they weren't more careful in public. Cain offered the Medic some comfort, pointing out that they were discreet, and that it was expected of Ambrose to use him in such a manner if he so chose.
"That's the thing.." Ambrose murmured with a frown. "When we're together, I don't want to use you, I want to be used. I'm not supposed to let you have any control over me. We could screw like rabbits all over the Palace and no one would bat an eye. But if they knew that I was giving you that kind of power..." He trailed off, then forced a smile and dabbed a bit of bubbles on the tip of Cain's nose.
They became more careful after that discussion, to ease Ambrose's fears. Cain would wait for the Medic to initiate the contact, like he had done before, though Ambrose was able to do it for more easily than he used to. He seemed to enjoy teasing Cain at times, making the man feed him fruit off his plate at the cafe, lips wrapping intimately around the blond's fingers when he could catch them. Cain would look up to find those brown eyes hot with desire, nearly losing his own concern over where they were, wanting to simply drag the Medic off into some dark corner and fuck him right there against the wall.
Their restraint in public merely made their evenings that more heated. Half the time, they were on each other before the door had even closed. Cain had torn a few of Ambrose's jackets -- but the Medic had assured him that the tailors could fix the damage. Three pairs of pants had to be ordered for Cain, replacing the ones which the Medic had left beyond repair in his enthusiasm. It was a beautiful sort of love affair.
Until their bliss began to fall apart.