Fic: Puzzling Evidence (Part XIV), NC-17, Lorne/Zelenka by inkscribe
Title: Puzzling Evidence (Part XIV)
Author: inkscribe
Pairings: Lorne/Zelenka
Kink: mild D/s, bondage, spanking
Warnings: none, except for smut. Lots of smut. :-)
Angst-o-meter: femto-angst (not discernible to the naked reader)*
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~4200 (this part)
Spoilers: none (this part)
Locations: atlantiskink, welovezelenka, slashing_lorne, my LJ
Feedback: yes, please!
Summary: What we see is not always what it seems.
Chapter Summary: Homecoming.
New to this WIP? Check out the Puzzling Evidence chapter index! Please remember to read the header block of each chapter for related spoiler alerts, warnings, and notes.
ETA: This chapter now revised with tooltip translations. [end ETA]
Author's Notes: Mmmmm ... what can I say? We all needed a bit of good luvin’. :-) We’ve made it through some hard times yet we’ve got more hard times ahead! Let’s take a breath, or twenty, slow and soft, or hard and fast. ;-)
*Angst-rating not entirely accurate as we get a brief glimpse of Rodney-angst, just because we need time to collect our, erm, collective breaths. Or thoughts. Or something. See what I mean? ;-) Plus, I really needed to have the word ‘naked’ in my angst warning today! Seriously!
Miko’s name is from, well, dozens of other authors call her Miko. I have no idea if that her name in canon or merely a fanfic convention, but I’m willing to go with it. :-)
A huge, yotta-thanks to my Gay!Sex!Beta for taking a steamy chapter and helping me get it *smoking*! Thank you also to mice1900 for the insta-beta; any errors are most definitely mine. ;-)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is not mine; please don’t sue, we’ll both regret it in the morning.
“Are we there yet?” Radek asked.
Marc couldn’t suppress a smile at Radek’s inadvertent repetition of the classic children’s whine. He tsked slightly and tugged his lover forward by his sleeve. “Almost,” he promised.
He was pleased with what he’d found for them, a comfortable set of rooms with large windows and a small balcony overlooking one of the mid-pier harbours. Both Doctor Weir and he had guessed them to be originally family quarters, and the entire wing had similar offerings. Doctor Weir explained that she would be opening the area for any who were interested in living in shared quarters, but that Radek and Marc would get first choice, and could move in immediately, as long as they didn’t mind being the only inhabitants for the time being.
Marc knew neither he nor Radek would mind in the least.
While the new wing was close to a transporter, Marc had decided to introduce Radek to their new home by taking the journey together the old-fashioned way - on foot. He wanted Radek to know absolutely where they lived from the more commonly-inhabited and used parts of the city. He guessed they’d use the transporter often enough in the future - with life on Atlantis being more hectic than not on most days, they probably wouldn’t have a choice most of the time - but for today they could have the luxury of walking home.
Home, Marc thought happily. This would be their new home, together.
One more corner and they’d be there, they’d be home. Marc was becoming anxious - excited, really - himself. He hoped Radek would like it. He’d chosen a place that was as different as possible from Radek’s former quarters, with a different view of the city and even a different exposure to draw light into their rooms in a way that would not have been possible at Radek’s first place. Marc wanted nothing about their new home to prey on Radek’s mind.
A few more steps. “Are we in the correct corridor?” Radek mused.
“Hey! Of course we are,” Marc protested. “At least, I think so,” he added, teasing.
Radek graced him with a wry look, then they both snickered.
Marc stopped them. “We’re here.”
“Here?”
Marc nodded. “Do you want to do the honours?”
He watched as Radek swallowed, nervous, then reached a hand, hesitant, to the entry bar. Marc smiled at Radek, encouraging him. “Go on,” he said. “This is it. This is home.”
Radek opened the door.
Marc watched as his lover stood in the open door, his face fallen in shock. Radek took a step, hesitated, then took another. Then stopped. His head swiveled slowly as he took in the room, saw the doors to other rooms and even the light spilling through the open balcony glass.
“Well?” Marc asked. He knew he shouldn’t be anxious, was sure he’d found the perfect place, but before he confirmed their choice with Doctor Weir, he wanted Radek to see it for himself.
Radek let out his breath. Marc had been so anxious he had not noticed that Radek wasn’t breathing.
“ Děkuji,” Radek whispered. He beamed a happy smile toward Marc. “It is perfect.”
Marc beamed back. “So, we’ll take it?”
Radek nodded, stepping forward to peek into the rooms off the primary space they now stood within. “Yes, yes - this is perfect. Thank you, Marc. Děkuji,” he said, the wonder and awe in his voice reflected on his face.
Marc smiled, happy that he had been correct. He keyed his radio as he watched his lover make his slow circuit of the rooms. “Doctor Weir? Yes, these quarters will be fine. Thank you.”
He keyed his radio off. Now that they were here, now that Radek had agreed to his choice, Marc had plans; he closed and secured their door.
Before his lover could reach the final room, Marc called his name. “Radek?”
Radek turned at his name. “Yes?”
“Strip,” Marc said.
Radek stood, frozen in place.
“Do I need to repeat myself?” Marc asked.
Understanding dawned on Radek’s face, and he began to tear his clothes off, urgent.
“Careful, Radek,” Marc said, smiling. “We’re not in a rush.”
Radek blushed but continued his rapid movements.
In another moment, Radek stood naked before Marc. Marc raised his eyebrows at Radek and waited while understanding again stole over his lover’s face. Radek slowly fell to position, kneeling upright on one knee, waiting.
Marc smiled softly. The last time they had done this, done this right - just right the way Radek wanted it - had been the night they were attacked, the night they were torn apart.
Marc began to walk around Radek’s kneeling form, looking him up and down, remembering. Radek was beautiful. No matter what Radek was doing, Marc enjoyed watching him. He was just as beautiful sucking Marc’s cock as he was entering data into his computer. His face was so expressive, his hands so graceful. And his body - lean and tight and - and perfect.
Marc continued his slow circling. He was going to make this just right, just right the way Radek wanted, the way Radek needed.
Marc heard Radek’s breath hitch and had a sudden worry: was Radek too stressed for this? Was he too overwhelmed with newness to find the security and comfort Marc wanted to give him by their christening of the new quarters with their old ritual? Then he noticed his lover’s breath ease out, long and slow, and tension once visible slowly relax away from the set of Radek’s shoulders.
Marc sighed inwardly in relief. He wanted Radek so badly, but not so badly that he wanted to make his lover feel worse, feel frightened or worried.
He made another circuit of Radek’s kneeling form. Marc rarely observed him for more than five circuits; he could not usually restrain himself that long. But today he realised that he missed seeing his lover like this, submissive and ready for what Marc would offer, ready for what Marc would demand, offering and opening himself to Marc’s touch and Marc’s love, returning love for love.
He knew the tension could bring Radek to something more profoundly restful than any time in an infirmary, more than any time basking in the sun on holiday. But nurturing the tension was a fine art, and Marc did not want to unbalance their ritual in such a way that the tension broke under its own strain rather than break with the sweet release they both craved.
Marc clicked his fingers. Radek rose quickly, standing to attention before him. Beautiful, Marc thought. Marc looked into Radek’s eyes, watched his lover as he trembled, awaiting Marc’s direction, awaiting him.
I love him so much, Marc thought.
Marc smiled and reached out to caress Radek’s face. Radek closed his eyes and nuzzled into the touch. He stepped close, bringing his other hand behind Radek’s head, stroking his hair, caressing the nape of his neck, tracing the curve of his ear. He drew Radek into a kiss, tentative, questioning. Radek moaned and opened his mouth, inviting Marc inside. Marc did not hesitate - he entered Radek’s willing mouth fast and hard and rough, claiming his lover harsh and without giving quarter.
He felt Radek shiver hard against the kiss. He pushed him, gentle yet firm, to the wall next to the entry. He released Radek’s face but held the kiss, probing his lover’s mouth deep with his tongue, tasting him, slowly and sensually. Marc stroked his hands down Radek’s arms, firm touch against firm flesh. He grasped Radek’s wrists, then pulled Radek’s wrists to either side of his head, holding him hard against the wall, while he changed his kiss from a loving exploration to a hard and dirty oral fuck, his tongue driving as hard as he planned to drive later with his cock.
Marc shivered against Radek at the thought; Radek, in turn, moaned against his mouth, sucking at his tongue, trying to draw Marc further and deeper.
Marc made a final, deep thrust, and broke away, panting for breath. Radek moaned again. Marc looked down, his eyes unfocused from rising lust, but seeing clearly enough what he thought he could feel moments before: Radek’s cock, hard and needy, oozing slightly from its tip.
Marc growled and pushed himself hard against Radek’s entire body, kissing now not on his lover’s mouth, but under his ear, along his neck to his clavicle, back to nuzzle and taste and suck and bite again at the sensitive spot just behind his ear. Radek writhed, pinned between Marc and the wall, neither yielding to the man’s movement.
He needed to take Radek today, no question. He needed to claim Radek and mark him and hold him, to make him entirely Marc’s own, to leave no question in Radek’s mind that he was Marc’s and that no one could take that away from them. Marc sucked his mouth hard onto Radek’s neck, near his tendons. He kept the pressure hard and steady, wanting to mark his claim bright against Radek’s pale skin.
Radek continued to writhe against Marc’s body, his leaking cock wiping against the rough cloth of Marc’s trousers. Marc felt a growl rise from deep within him, a growl that burst out hard and loud into Radek’s ear. Radek began to tremble.
Marc released Radek’s wrists abruptly, and took hold of his cock hard by the base.
“No,” he whispered. “You can’t come yet, Love.”
Radek whimpered, his eyes closed, obviously lost already to the sensations of their lovemaking.
“Shhhh,” Marc soothed. “You can hold it for me.”
Radek whimpered again, tried to thrust into Marc’s grasp. Marc placed his other hand on Radek’s hip to still him.
“None of that,” he whispered. “You can hold it. I know you can.”
He watched Radek closely, watched him draw ragged breaths, watched him shake and tremble as he brought himself under some semblance of control.
“Good, Love,” Marc praised him. “Very good.”
Radek opened his eyes, slow and unfocused. Marc smiled into them, kissed him on the forehead. “Very good, Love,” he whispered.
He released Radek’s cock and again grasped his lover’s wrists, still next to Radek’s head, where they had been left. He gently lowered his lover’s arms. Marc stepped back, pulling Radek along with him.
Marc guided his lover to the final room, the one he had prevented Radek from looking into when they first arrived. They stepped into the room and Marc paused, watching Radek closely for his reaction.
He knew his lover was already floating away into the early stages of bliss that was so precious to them both. He did not expect his lover to say anything, but Marc was confident that the surprise he had prepared would be appreciated by his lover, even if he could not bring himself to speak. Marc was correct - he watched Radek closely as the man looked around the final room of their new quarters and was gratified to see wonder again cross his face, joy lighting his eyes, happiness suffusing his face, his body.
Marc had not been one-hundred per cent absolutely certain Radek would approve the quarters, not enough to move all their possessions before his lover agreed to take the space. But Marc had suspected - or at least hoped - Radek would approve and had prepared one room for that moment. Radek was beaming at the large, soft nest Marc had prepared for them on the floor - sleeping bags, pillows, and blankets all ready for them to enjoy these first hours.
Radek turned to Marc, pushed close, and kissed him, hard. He was a little surprised - Radek did not usually change from submissive to aggressive when they played together, when they loved together. He chuckled into the kiss; Radek was clearly delighted with everything.
Marc had plans, though, and Radek directing their play for today was not part of them. Marc broke his lover’s kiss, took a breath, and hissed.
Radek hardly hesitated before dropping again to his kneeling position, quivering. Marc smiled. He reached a hand into his lover’s hair, stroking him and murmuring praise. Radek sighed softly, relaxing further.
Marc stopped his quiet words and knelt in front of his lover.
“Radek,” he said, looking him directly in the eye. “In a couple of minutes, you will undress me. Then I am going to bind your wrists together in front of you. I am going to fuck your face, and then I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to take you hard, and sometimes soft. I am going to make it last as long as possible, until neither of us can possibly take any more.”
Radek’s throat bobbed as he gulped. His face held not fear, but arousal.
“I want you to hold on. No matter what I do with you today, I want you to hold on,” he continued. His lover nodded.
“And when I’m ready to let you come, I’ll tell you,” Marc continued. “Okay?”
Radek let out a ragged breath. “ Ano,” he whispered. “ Prosím.”
Marc nodded. “Good,” he said. “Now,” he stood, clicked his fingers. Radek rose to attention, waiting - eager, trembling. “Undress me.”
oOo
Rodney sat, alone in his lab, miserable. He hadn’t slept in how many days. He hadn’t eaten in how many hours. Too many. Stupidstupidstupidstupid.
The lab was normally bustling at this time of the day. Even the lunch hour saw people working, sometimes while they ate, sometimes one person making a mad dash for food or coffee or snacks to bring back for the rest. But today, Rodney sat alone in his lab, alone when he should be surrounded by activity, surrounded by people.
Rodney had lost track of the time - was it only two hours since he’d ranted at everyone, berated them for their unending stupidity and inability to use their brains for anything more complicated than maintaining basal metabolic functions? When he’d taken the time to make personal, cutting remarks to each and every one of them, reducing at least two of his team to tears and raising the ire of the rest?
When the first one left, Rodney remembered being surprised, surprised because he had room to feel even angrier than he’d already been as he ranted. He lost control then, lost it entirely. He’d screamed and shouted and gestured until every last one of them, even Miko, devoted Miko, had fled in anger or terror or both.
Stupidstupidstupidstupid, Rodney thought. No friends, just co-workers. And soon I won’t even have those.
oOo
Radek was whimpering and he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. He was on his knees in front of his lover, his mouth warm and tight around Marc’s cock, opening himself to the hardness, the bluntness, the weight - everything that Marc was giving him, and giving him hard.
Radek whimpered.
Back in the infirmary, he had been surprised when Marc had grasped his head, pushed him up and down and up and down and fucked his face. His lover had never done that before, and Radek still shivered with happiness at the sense memory, still strong, still overwhelming in its own right. Here, now, in their new quarters, Radek again shivered with happiness, whimpered with need - he was Marc’s and Marc was his.
He choked slightly as his lover pulled away, the wet pop sounding loud in Radek’s ears. He opened his eyes to see Marc standing, his fingers encircling the base of his cock, holding it hard and tight, trying desperately not to come.
Radek fought down a wave of disappointment. He wanted Marc, wanted to suck him off, eat him and taste him and drink him down, every last spurt of come milked from his lover’s cock. He strained toward his lover, toward his cock, whimpering, “ Prosím, miláčku. Prosím.” Marc held his head back with his free hand, tangling his fingers into Radek’s hair. Radek felt his head pulled back, firmly but not cruelly.
“No,” he heard his lover whisper. “Not now. I’m going to come inside you, Love.”
Radek felt his cock surge with desperate, renewed need. He felt it oozing precome, he felt it straining against nothing, against the air of the room, desperate for release, desperate for Marc’s touch.
Marc watched this, licking his lips. “Hold on for me, Love,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you hard, right now. I’m going to come inside you.”
Radek moaned and tried to thrust against his lover’s legs as Marc leaned forward to brush his lips across Radek’s own. “I don’t want you to come until I’ve come, inside you. Not until I tell you to come.”
He could only whisper, “ Prosím.”
Radek felt as though he were beginning to float, connection to the world around him reduced to the voice and body of his lover, the hands and cock, the mouth and chest, taste and smell and sound and touch and look of Marc his only attachment, his only desire.
“On the floor, there,” Marc told him, pointing to the nest of sleeping bags and pillows. Radek moved quickly to arrange himself, ready his body for his lover’s touch.
He felt a shiver of fear run along his spine. They rarely made love with anal intercourse, Radek so often finding old fears rising again within him, so often finding himself torn between wanting his lover and fearing his past. This time, though - everything was different. They were here, together, safe in their new home. A home that had no memories but those that they created for it. A home that was being claimed by them both even as Marc claimed Radek.
The shiver of fear contained a warm wave of trust. And love. Radek loved Marc, trusted him and loved him and wanted him and -
“ Prosím,” he begged. He sat curled before Marc, his forehead on the floor, his ankles tucked under his arse. His wrists, bound firmly but not painfully, were forward of his body. Radek, curled on the floor, kneeling, waiting in supplication for his lover’s touch.
He shivered, nearly bucked, when he felt one warm fingertip run along his spine. He heard Marc whisper soothing words, praise, love. He felt Marc’s hands then, caressing his back, stroking along his muscles, kneading into his round arsecheeks.
The finger returned, again running along Radek’s spine, stopping just before it reached the cleft between his buttocks, then rising again to mid-back. Up and down it stroked, touching him slowly, sensually - everything now reduced to only Radek’s body and the singular sensation given to him by that single fingertip.
Radek moaned, long, low, needy.
He felt then two hands, kneading deep caresses along his back, felt Marc curl over his body, felt kisses along the nape of his neck, kisses trailing down his spine. Hands kneading his arse, hands stroking his thighs, caressing around his flanks and finally running a loving caress along Radek’s cock, softer now from the slight anxiety, even fear, about Marc taking him this way, taking him hard,
Yet nothing now was hard, nothing that mattered. Hands were strong and firm on his body. Fingers stroked soft. Marc’s body pressed along Radek’s back was warm and comforting, not demanding, not frightening. He moaned softly, again and again, under Marc’s gentle ministrations.
Radek felt his lover’s tongue run up his spine; he shivered, felt his cock jump in response to the sensation, hardening again. Then Marc’s wet finger circled his anus, and he felt the conflicting tension of fear and desire rise again within him.
His lover resumed his soft praise, told Radek he looked beautiful curled on the floor, told him that he sounded beautiful moaning and whimpering, ready. Told him, as he licked and nuzzled at Radek’s spine, his neck, his shoulders - told him he tasted - oh, that he tasted beautiful, wonderful.
Radek felt the tight cords of the tendons in his body release slightly, increment by increment, as Marc spoke and Radek listened, felt, absorbed. Marc teased his anus, adding now small amounts of lubrication, taking tiny explorations that left Radek gasping with pleasure.
More lubricant, and Radek shuddered at the sensation of Marc’s finger working its way inside, slowly, gently, teasing his sphincter to relax.
Radek felt himself open, soften into the sensations tingling through his body, listening to his lover’s warm voice, feeling his lover’s hand caressing his back, his sides, his hip, his cock.
Soon, more lubricant, and another finger. For a single moment, sharp in his mind, Radek imagined screaming, Ne! but he did not, and Marc continued his gentle opening, stretching, caressing.
He felt himself slipping away, the haze of bliss he yearned for coming over him like fog, like mist. He knew he was beginning to moan again, he felt himself pressing up, trying to take more of his lover’s fingers in, deeper, harder.
He heard Marc chuckling, praising him, assuring him again and again that he was loved, that he was beautiful. Radek heard his own moans drop deeper, throatier, as he became more and more aroused by his lover, warm and slick against Marc’s chest, their sweat and scent mingling together as thoroughly as their bodies.
More lubricant, and Radek felt Marc’s blunt cock pressed in the cleft of his arse, sliding along, teasing his anus, but not entering. Radek wriggled against him, surprised that his anxiety now was for Marc to be inside - teď - and surprised that he was so ready, so willing.
Radek felt his lover’s cock pressing against his anus, firm, unyielding. For a moment he was afraid that he could not allow Marc in after all, yet he fought to steady his breath and relax his body, and felt Marc begin to push forward.
Slowly, so slowly - Radek felt his lover sink in to him, hands continuing to caress his buttocks, stroke his hips; words of praise and love and encouragement spoken in a voice deep and throaty with desire.
Radek moaned as he felt Marc’s testicles hard against him, knew his lover was buried to the hilt. He felt Marc pause, giving them both time to adjust, time to enjoy their success.
He felt Marc pull back, almost to the edge of his cockhead, then sink in again. Firm, yet gentle. Repeated, repeating. Radek relaxed into the sensation, reveling in the feel of his body responding to the nearly unbearable fullness of having Marc within him.
His lover added more lubricant. Radek sighed at the slight cold, moaned at the heat when Marc slipped again inside, buried again to the hilt, testicles again slapping against Radek’s body. He felt Marc’s body again wrapped around his own, felt his lover’s breath, warm and moist, against his ear.
“I love you, Radek,” he said. “You’ve taken me now. You’re warm, you’re open, and you’re ready. I want to fuck you, hard - and I’m going to.”
Radek could not speak, his prosím hardly loud enough to be called a whisper. He felt his lover pull back, thrust in, warm and hard, heard the slap of his lover’s testicles against his body, felt the tight grip of his body around Marc’s rigid cock.
“I am going to fuck you hard, hard until I come inside you,” his lover’s voice continued. “But I want you to hold on for me. I know you can do it. Hold on for me.”
He was lost then, in the haze of heat and thrust and pull and grasping hands and grunting and moaning that could not be distinguished from lover or loved, Marc pounding into him in a hard, intense rhythm that would soon leave him breathless. He felt Marc shudder, heard him gasp, felt him fill Radek with his come, claim him, today, utterly.
Radek felt his own release surging to where it could not be stopped, felt the strain of trying to hold back calling to him through the formless bliss he floated within.
Calling? Marc was calling him, urging him over, rolling his body flat on his back. His lover was telling him he could come, his lover’s mouth warm and wet and sucking Radek down deep, taking Radek in as far as his lover had taken Radek.
Radek lost everything. He gasped, shuddered, and came hard, his hips thrusting against his lover’s face as he emptied himself completely. He felt the warm wetness leave his already softening cock, he felt his lover’s body hard and lean and strong covering his own; felt a mouth, bitter with lingering come, claim his own.
Radek opened his eyes to see Marc gazing deep into his own, his face smiling broad and warm. Radek knew his own smile was equally broad, equally warm.
“Welcome home, Love,” his lover whispered. “Welcome home.”
End Part XIV
Author: inkscribe
Pairings: Lorne/Zelenka
Kink: mild D/s, bondage, spanking
Warnings: none, except for smut. Lots of smut. :-)
Angst-o-meter: femto-angst (not discernible to the naked reader)*
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~4200 (this part)
Spoilers: none (this part)
Locations: atlantiskink, welovezelenka, slashing_lorne, my LJ
Feedback: yes, please!
Summary: What we see is not always what it seems.
Chapter Summary: Homecoming.
New to this WIP? Check out the Puzzling Evidence chapter index! Please remember to read the header block of each chapter for related spoiler alerts, warnings, and notes.
ETA: This chapter now revised with tooltip translations. [end ETA]
Author's Notes: Mmmmm ... what can I say? We all needed a bit of good luvin’. :-) We’ve made it through some hard times yet we’ve got more hard times ahead! Let’s take a breath, or twenty, slow and soft, or hard and fast. ;-)
*Angst-rating not entirely accurate as we get a brief glimpse of Rodney-angst, just because we need time to collect our, erm, collective breaths. Or thoughts. Or something. See what I mean? ;-) Plus, I really needed to have the word ‘naked’ in my angst warning today! Seriously!
Miko’s name is from, well, dozens of other authors call her Miko. I have no idea if that her name in canon or merely a fanfic convention, but I’m willing to go with it. :-)
A huge, yotta-thanks to my Gay!Sex!Beta for taking a steamy chapter and helping me get it *smoking*! Thank you also to mice1900 for the insta-beta; any errors are most definitely mine. ;-)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is not mine; please don’t sue, we’ll both regret it in the morning.
“Are we there yet?” Radek asked.
Marc couldn’t suppress a smile at Radek’s inadvertent repetition of the classic children’s whine. He tsked slightly and tugged his lover forward by his sleeve. “Almost,” he promised.
He was pleased with what he’d found for them, a comfortable set of rooms with large windows and a small balcony overlooking one of the mid-pier harbours. Both Doctor Weir and he had guessed them to be originally family quarters, and the entire wing had similar offerings. Doctor Weir explained that she would be opening the area for any who were interested in living in shared quarters, but that Radek and Marc would get first choice, and could move in immediately, as long as they didn’t mind being the only inhabitants for the time being.
Marc knew neither he nor Radek would mind in the least.
While the new wing was close to a transporter, Marc had decided to introduce Radek to their new home by taking the journey together the old-fashioned way - on foot. He wanted Radek to know absolutely where they lived from the more commonly-inhabited and used parts of the city. He guessed they’d use the transporter often enough in the future - with life on Atlantis being more hectic than not on most days, they probably wouldn’t have a choice most of the time - but for today they could have the luxury of walking home.
Home, Marc thought happily. This would be their new home, together.
One more corner and they’d be there, they’d be home. Marc was becoming anxious - excited, really - himself. He hoped Radek would like it. He’d chosen a place that was as different as possible from Radek’s former quarters, with a different view of the city and even a different exposure to draw light into their rooms in a way that would not have been possible at Radek’s first place. Marc wanted nothing about their new home to prey on Radek’s mind.
A few more steps. “Are we in the correct corridor?” Radek mused.
“Hey! Of course we are,” Marc protested. “At least, I think so,” he added, teasing.
Radek graced him with a wry look, then they both snickered.
Marc stopped them. “We’re here.”
“Here?”
Marc nodded. “Do you want to do the honours?”
He watched as Radek swallowed, nervous, then reached a hand, hesitant, to the entry bar. Marc smiled at Radek, encouraging him. “Go on,” he said. “This is it. This is home.”
Radek opened the door.
Marc watched as his lover stood in the open door, his face fallen in shock. Radek took a step, hesitated, then took another. Then stopped. His head swiveled slowly as he took in the room, saw the doors to other rooms and even the light spilling through the open balcony glass.
“Well?” Marc asked. He knew he shouldn’t be anxious, was sure he’d found the perfect place, but before he confirmed their choice with Doctor Weir, he wanted Radek to see it for himself.
Radek let out his breath. Marc had been so anxious he had not noticed that Radek wasn’t breathing.
“ Děkuji,” Radek whispered. He beamed a happy smile toward Marc. “It is perfect.”
Marc beamed back. “So, we’ll take it?”
Radek nodded, stepping forward to peek into the rooms off the primary space they now stood within. “Yes, yes - this is perfect. Thank you, Marc. Děkuji,” he said, the wonder and awe in his voice reflected on his face.
Marc smiled, happy that he had been correct. He keyed his radio as he watched his lover make his slow circuit of the rooms. “Doctor Weir? Yes, these quarters will be fine. Thank you.”
He keyed his radio off. Now that they were here, now that Radek had agreed to his choice, Marc had plans; he closed and secured their door.
Before his lover could reach the final room, Marc called his name. “Radek?”
Radek turned at his name. “Yes?”
“Strip,” Marc said.
Radek stood, frozen in place.
“Do I need to repeat myself?” Marc asked.
Understanding dawned on Radek’s face, and he began to tear his clothes off, urgent.
“Careful, Radek,” Marc said, smiling. “We’re not in a rush.”
Radek blushed but continued his rapid movements.
In another moment, Radek stood naked before Marc. Marc raised his eyebrows at Radek and waited while understanding again stole over his lover’s face. Radek slowly fell to position, kneeling upright on one knee, waiting.
Marc smiled softly. The last time they had done this, done this right - just right the way Radek wanted it - had been the night they were attacked, the night they were torn apart.
Marc began to walk around Radek’s kneeling form, looking him up and down, remembering. Radek was beautiful. No matter what Radek was doing, Marc enjoyed watching him. He was just as beautiful sucking Marc’s cock as he was entering data into his computer. His face was so expressive, his hands so graceful. And his body - lean and tight and - and perfect.
Marc continued his slow circling. He was going to make this just right, just right the way Radek wanted, the way Radek needed.
Marc heard Radek’s breath hitch and had a sudden worry: was Radek too stressed for this? Was he too overwhelmed with newness to find the security and comfort Marc wanted to give him by their christening of the new quarters with their old ritual? Then he noticed his lover’s breath ease out, long and slow, and tension once visible slowly relax away from the set of Radek’s shoulders.
Marc sighed inwardly in relief. He wanted Radek so badly, but not so badly that he wanted to make his lover feel worse, feel frightened or worried.
He made another circuit of Radek’s kneeling form. Marc rarely observed him for more than five circuits; he could not usually restrain himself that long. But today he realised that he missed seeing his lover like this, submissive and ready for what Marc would offer, ready for what Marc would demand, offering and opening himself to Marc’s touch and Marc’s love, returning love for love.
He knew the tension could bring Radek to something more profoundly restful than any time in an infirmary, more than any time basking in the sun on holiday. But nurturing the tension was a fine art, and Marc did not want to unbalance their ritual in such a way that the tension broke under its own strain rather than break with the sweet release they both craved.
Marc clicked his fingers. Radek rose quickly, standing to attention before him. Beautiful, Marc thought. Marc looked into Radek’s eyes, watched his lover as he trembled, awaiting Marc’s direction, awaiting him.
I love him so much, Marc thought.
Marc smiled and reached out to caress Radek’s face. Radek closed his eyes and nuzzled into the touch. He stepped close, bringing his other hand behind Radek’s head, stroking his hair, caressing the nape of his neck, tracing the curve of his ear. He drew Radek into a kiss, tentative, questioning. Radek moaned and opened his mouth, inviting Marc inside. Marc did not hesitate - he entered Radek’s willing mouth fast and hard and rough, claiming his lover harsh and without giving quarter.
He felt Radek shiver hard against the kiss. He pushed him, gentle yet firm, to the wall next to the entry. He released Radek’s face but held the kiss, probing his lover’s mouth deep with his tongue, tasting him, slowly and sensually. Marc stroked his hands down Radek’s arms, firm touch against firm flesh. He grasped Radek’s wrists, then pulled Radek’s wrists to either side of his head, holding him hard against the wall, while he changed his kiss from a loving exploration to a hard and dirty oral fuck, his tongue driving as hard as he planned to drive later with his cock.
Marc shivered against Radek at the thought; Radek, in turn, moaned against his mouth, sucking at his tongue, trying to draw Marc further and deeper.
Marc made a final, deep thrust, and broke away, panting for breath. Radek moaned again. Marc looked down, his eyes unfocused from rising lust, but seeing clearly enough what he thought he could feel moments before: Radek’s cock, hard and needy, oozing slightly from its tip.
Marc growled and pushed himself hard against Radek’s entire body, kissing now not on his lover’s mouth, but under his ear, along his neck to his clavicle, back to nuzzle and taste and suck and bite again at the sensitive spot just behind his ear. Radek writhed, pinned between Marc and the wall, neither yielding to the man’s movement.
He needed to take Radek today, no question. He needed to claim Radek and mark him and hold him, to make him entirely Marc’s own, to leave no question in Radek’s mind that he was Marc’s and that no one could take that away from them. Marc sucked his mouth hard onto Radek’s neck, near his tendons. He kept the pressure hard and steady, wanting to mark his claim bright against Radek’s pale skin.
Radek continued to writhe against Marc’s body, his leaking cock wiping against the rough cloth of Marc’s trousers. Marc felt a growl rise from deep within him, a growl that burst out hard and loud into Radek’s ear. Radek began to tremble.
Marc released Radek’s wrists abruptly, and took hold of his cock hard by the base.
“No,” he whispered. “You can’t come yet, Love.”
Radek whimpered, his eyes closed, obviously lost already to the sensations of their lovemaking.
“Shhhh,” Marc soothed. “You can hold it for me.”
Radek whimpered again, tried to thrust into Marc’s grasp. Marc placed his other hand on Radek’s hip to still him.
“None of that,” he whispered. “You can hold it. I know you can.”
He watched Radek closely, watched him draw ragged breaths, watched him shake and tremble as he brought himself under some semblance of control.
“Good, Love,” Marc praised him. “Very good.”
Radek opened his eyes, slow and unfocused. Marc smiled into them, kissed him on the forehead. “Very good, Love,” he whispered.
He released Radek’s cock and again grasped his lover’s wrists, still next to Radek’s head, where they had been left. He gently lowered his lover’s arms. Marc stepped back, pulling Radek along with him.
Marc guided his lover to the final room, the one he had prevented Radek from looking into when they first arrived. They stepped into the room and Marc paused, watching Radek closely for his reaction.
He knew his lover was already floating away into the early stages of bliss that was so precious to them both. He did not expect his lover to say anything, but Marc was confident that the surprise he had prepared would be appreciated by his lover, even if he could not bring himself to speak. Marc was correct - he watched Radek closely as the man looked around the final room of their new quarters and was gratified to see wonder again cross his face, joy lighting his eyes, happiness suffusing his face, his body.
Marc had not been one-hundred per cent absolutely certain Radek would approve the quarters, not enough to move all their possessions before his lover agreed to take the space. But Marc had suspected - or at least hoped - Radek would approve and had prepared one room for that moment. Radek was beaming at the large, soft nest Marc had prepared for them on the floor - sleeping bags, pillows, and blankets all ready for them to enjoy these first hours.
Radek turned to Marc, pushed close, and kissed him, hard. He was a little surprised - Radek did not usually change from submissive to aggressive when they played together, when they loved together. He chuckled into the kiss; Radek was clearly delighted with everything.
Marc had plans, though, and Radek directing their play for today was not part of them. Marc broke his lover’s kiss, took a breath, and hissed.
Radek hardly hesitated before dropping again to his kneeling position, quivering. Marc smiled. He reached a hand into his lover’s hair, stroking him and murmuring praise. Radek sighed softly, relaxing further.
Marc stopped his quiet words and knelt in front of his lover.
“Radek,” he said, looking him directly in the eye. “In a couple of minutes, you will undress me. Then I am going to bind your wrists together in front of you. I am going to fuck your face, and then I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to take you hard, and sometimes soft. I am going to make it last as long as possible, until neither of us can possibly take any more.”
Radek’s throat bobbed as he gulped. His face held not fear, but arousal.
“I want you to hold on. No matter what I do with you today, I want you to hold on,” he continued. His lover nodded.
“And when I’m ready to let you come, I’ll tell you,” Marc continued. “Okay?”
Radek let out a ragged breath. “ Ano,” he whispered. “ Prosím.”
Marc nodded. “Good,” he said. “Now,” he stood, clicked his fingers. Radek rose to attention, waiting - eager, trembling. “Undress me.”
oOo
Rodney sat, alone in his lab, miserable. He hadn’t slept in how many days. He hadn’t eaten in how many hours. Too many. Stupidstupidstupidstupid.
The lab was normally bustling at this time of the day. Even the lunch hour saw people working, sometimes while they ate, sometimes one person making a mad dash for food or coffee or snacks to bring back for the rest. But today, Rodney sat alone in his lab, alone when he should be surrounded by activity, surrounded by people.
Rodney had lost track of the time - was it only two hours since he’d ranted at everyone, berated them for their unending stupidity and inability to use their brains for anything more complicated than maintaining basal metabolic functions? When he’d taken the time to make personal, cutting remarks to each and every one of them, reducing at least two of his team to tears and raising the ire of the rest?
When the first one left, Rodney remembered being surprised, surprised because he had room to feel even angrier than he’d already been as he ranted. He lost control then, lost it entirely. He’d screamed and shouted and gestured until every last one of them, even Miko, devoted Miko, had fled in anger or terror or both.
Stupidstupidstupidstupid, Rodney thought. No friends, just co-workers. And soon I won’t even have those.
oOo
Radek was whimpering and he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. He was on his knees in front of his lover, his mouth warm and tight around Marc’s cock, opening himself to the hardness, the bluntness, the weight - everything that Marc was giving him, and giving him hard.
Radek whimpered.
Back in the infirmary, he had been surprised when Marc had grasped his head, pushed him up and down and up and down and fucked his face. His lover had never done that before, and Radek still shivered with happiness at the sense memory, still strong, still overwhelming in its own right. Here, now, in their new quarters, Radek again shivered with happiness, whimpered with need - he was Marc’s and Marc was his.
He choked slightly as his lover pulled away, the wet pop sounding loud in Radek’s ears. He opened his eyes to see Marc standing, his fingers encircling the base of his cock, holding it hard and tight, trying desperately not to come.
Radek fought down a wave of disappointment. He wanted Marc, wanted to suck him off, eat him and taste him and drink him down, every last spurt of come milked from his lover’s cock. He strained toward his lover, toward his cock, whimpering, “ Prosím, miláčku. Prosím.” Marc held his head back with his free hand, tangling his fingers into Radek’s hair. Radek felt his head pulled back, firmly but not cruelly.
“No,” he heard his lover whisper. “Not now. I’m going to come inside you, Love.”
Radek felt his cock surge with desperate, renewed need. He felt it oozing precome, he felt it straining against nothing, against the air of the room, desperate for release, desperate for Marc’s touch.
Marc watched this, licking his lips. “Hold on for me, Love,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you hard, right now. I’m going to come inside you.”
Radek moaned and tried to thrust against his lover’s legs as Marc leaned forward to brush his lips across Radek’s own. “I don’t want you to come until I’ve come, inside you. Not until I tell you to come.”
He could only whisper, “ Prosím.”
Radek felt as though he were beginning to float, connection to the world around him reduced to the voice and body of his lover, the hands and cock, the mouth and chest, taste and smell and sound and touch and look of Marc his only attachment, his only desire.
“On the floor, there,” Marc told him, pointing to the nest of sleeping bags and pillows. Radek moved quickly to arrange himself, ready his body for his lover’s touch.
He felt a shiver of fear run along his spine. They rarely made love with anal intercourse, Radek so often finding old fears rising again within him, so often finding himself torn between wanting his lover and fearing his past. This time, though - everything was different. They were here, together, safe in their new home. A home that had no memories but those that they created for it. A home that was being claimed by them both even as Marc claimed Radek.
The shiver of fear contained a warm wave of trust. And love. Radek loved Marc, trusted him and loved him and wanted him and -
“ Prosím,” he begged. He sat curled before Marc, his forehead on the floor, his ankles tucked under his arse. His wrists, bound firmly but not painfully, were forward of his body. Radek, curled on the floor, kneeling, waiting in supplication for his lover’s touch.
He shivered, nearly bucked, when he felt one warm fingertip run along his spine. He heard Marc whisper soothing words, praise, love. He felt Marc’s hands then, caressing his back, stroking along his muscles, kneading into his round arsecheeks.
The finger returned, again running along Radek’s spine, stopping just before it reached the cleft between his buttocks, then rising again to mid-back. Up and down it stroked, touching him slowly, sensually - everything now reduced to only Radek’s body and the singular sensation given to him by that single fingertip.
Radek moaned, long, low, needy.
He felt then two hands, kneading deep caresses along his back, felt Marc curl over his body, felt kisses along the nape of his neck, kisses trailing down his spine. Hands kneading his arse, hands stroking his thighs, caressing around his flanks and finally running a loving caress along Radek’s cock, softer now from the slight anxiety, even fear, about Marc taking him this way, taking him hard,
Yet nothing now was hard, nothing that mattered. Hands were strong and firm on his body. Fingers stroked soft. Marc’s body pressed along Radek’s back was warm and comforting, not demanding, not frightening. He moaned softly, again and again, under Marc’s gentle ministrations.
Radek felt his lover’s tongue run up his spine; he shivered, felt his cock jump in response to the sensation, hardening again. Then Marc’s wet finger circled his anus, and he felt the conflicting tension of fear and desire rise again within him.
His lover resumed his soft praise, told Radek he looked beautiful curled on the floor, told him that he sounded beautiful moaning and whimpering, ready. Told him, as he licked and nuzzled at Radek’s spine, his neck, his shoulders - told him he tasted - oh, that he tasted beautiful, wonderful.
Radek felt the tight cords of the tendons in his body release slightly, increment by increment, as Marc spoke and Radek listened, felt, absorbed. Marc teased his anus, adding now small amounts of lubrication, taking tiny explorations that left Radek gasping with pleasure.
More lubricant, and Radek shuddered at the sensation of Marc’s finger working its way inside, slowly, gently, teasing his sphincter to relax.
Radek felt himself open, soften into the sensations tingling through his body, listening to his lover’s warm voice, feeling his lover’s hand caressing his back, his sides, his hip, his cock.
Soon, more lubricant, and another finger. For a single moment, sharp in his mind, Radek imagined screaming, Ne! but he did not, and Marc continued his gentle opening, stretching, caressing.
He felt himself slipping away, the haze of bliss he yearned for coming over him like fog, like mist. He knew he was beginning to moan again, he felt himself pressing up, trying to take more of his lover’s fingers in, deeper, harder.
He heard Marc chuckling, praising him, assuring him again and again that he was loved, that he was beautiful. Radek heard his own moans drop deeper, throatier, as he became more and more aroused by his lover, warm and slick against Marc’s chest, their sweat and scent mingling together as thoroughly as their bodies.
More lubricant, and Radek felt Marc’s blunt cock pressed in the cleft of his arse, sliding along, teasing his anus, but not entering. Radek wriggled against him, surprised that his anxiety now was for Marc to be inside - teď - and surprised that he was so ready, so willing.
Radek felt his lover’s cock pressing against his anus, firm, unyielding. For a moment he was afraid that he could not allow Marc in after all, yet he fought to steady his breath and relax his body, and felt Marc begin to push forward.
Slowly, so slowly - Radek felt his lover sink in to him, hands continuing to caress his buttocks, stroke his hips; words of praise and love and encouragement spoken in a voice deep and throaty with desire.
Radek moaned as he felt Marc’s testicles hard against him, knew his lover was buried to the hilt. He felt Marc pause, giving them both time to adjust, time to enjoy their success.
He felt Marc pull back, almost to the edge of his cockhead, then sink in again. Firm, yet gentle. Repeated, repeating. Radek relaxed into the sensation, reveling in the feel of his body responding to the nearly unbearable fullness of having Marc within him.
His lover added more lubricant. Radek sighed at the slight cold, moaned at the heat when Marc slipped again inside, buried again to the hilt, testicles again slapping against Radek’s body. He felt Marc’s body again wrapped around his own, felt his lover’s breath, warm and moist, against his ear.
“I love you, Radek,” he said. “You’ve taken me now. You’re warm, you’re open, and you’re ready. I want to fuck you, hard - and I’m going to.”
Radek could not speak, his prosím hardly loud enough to be called a whisper. He felt his lover pull back, thrust in, warm and hard, heard the slap of his lover’s testicles against his body, felt the tight grip of his body around Marc’s rigid cock.
“I am going to fuck you hard, hard until I come inside you,” his lover’s voice continued. “But I want you to hold on for me. I know you can do it. Hold on for me.”
He was lost then, in the haze of heat and thrust and pull and grasping hands and grunting and moaning that could not be distinguished from lover or loved, Marc pounding into him in a hard, intense rhythm that would soon leave him breathless. He felt Marc shudder, heard him gasp, felt him fill Radek with his come, claim him, today, utterly.
Radek felt his own release surging to where it could not be stopped, felt the strain of trying to hold back calling to him through the formless bliss he floated within.
Calling? Marc was calling him, urging him over, rolling his body flat on his back. His lover was telling him he could come, his lover’s mouth warm and wet and sucking Radek down deep, taking Radek in as far as his lover had taken Radek.
Radek lost everything. He gasped, shuddered, and came hard, his hips thrusting against his lover’s face as he emptied himself completely. He felt the warm wetness leave his already softening cock, he felt his lover’s body hard and lean and strong covering his own; felt a mouth, bitter with lingering come, claim his own.
Radek opened his eyes to see Marc gazing deep into his own, his face smiling broad and warm. Radek knew his own smile was equally broad, equally warm.
“Welcome home, Love,” his lover whispered. “Welcome home.”
End Part XIV