After All ... Wild Part 01
Title - After All ... Wild Part 01
Paring - Dillon/Stephen
Rating - Nc/17
Disclaimers - All characters are over 18 and they aren't mine.
Thanks - To my wonderful beta Lindsey.
About - It's not simple to forget who you loved and both men are really stubborn ... also when they should - only - express their feelings ... wrote after Matimate requested a fanfiction with DillonxStephen paring.
I know that probably I shouldn't post this fanfiction here, but also JackxStephen is implied.
"A masquerade ball?"
"Yes, my dear".
"No."
"Why ‘no’?"
"Because ... because I'm too busy with ... with something!"
"I can tell when you’re lying".
"Stephen..."
Stephen sighed, rubbing his forehead. "It's only a masquerade ball, Jack".
Jack raised his eyes from the charts that he was studying. "There's no room for a ‘yes’, my dear".
Stephen nodded and finished his glass of red wine "So I will attend alone."
"No you won’t!" Jack snapped while hastily rolling a chart.
Stephen froze for a moment startled by such an answer then, clearing his voice, he softly smiled. "Maybe, my dear, you have partaken too much with this delicious Italian wine?"
"Wine, my dear, isn't as good company if you aren't here with me," Jack answered. "But I must say that I don't want you to go alone."
"So come with me," Stephen insisted. "In the end I have only to deliver a small but precious package into safe hands and then we'll be on our way and finally back to your beloved Sophie."
Jack shook his head. "No Stephen, please."
"You don't have to be afraid, Jack," Stephen reassured him by putting his warm hand over the large Captain's.
"Oh please, my dear… Last time I made fool of myself with that minister," Jack said, taking Stephen's hand and gently kissing his slender, pale fingers.
Stephen briefly closed his eyes with a pained expression while thinking about the way Jack had spoken to the minister ... Yes, Jack was a lovely man but not bright and cultured enough to be able to handle and lead a conversation between educated men... Yes, he could understand why Jack didn't like to attend such parties ... for him it was an embarassing moment and often he would stand aside; almost hiding from the others whilst always keeping an eye on Stephen.
"Mowett!" Jack shouted "He's a good choice."
Stephen barely raised an eyebrow. "I barely know him," he pointed out.
"Yes, but he's a clever man and surely he will be-"
"No, Jack ... Thanks," Stephen smiled politely standing up "I will go alone".
Jack groaned. "No Stephen, you have to go with someone if you want to attend that ball."
"And that someone was you!" Stephen pointed out, opening the cabin door and heading outside.
"Stephen!" Jack called after him. "Please my dear, don't be stubborn!"
"It will be only for few hours Jack," Stephen reminded to him.
"You know my limits," Jack sighed "And besides, I can't leave the Sophie."
Stephen raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Whatever, Jack." He was almost on the edge of saying something but ... but he could understood Jack's fear ... Seriously he was a great and valiant man when it came to battles and fighting, and Stephen couldn't even say that his company was unpleasant ... the way he would play his violin was such an exquisite pleasure for Stephen's ears and often his silly jokes would make him more than smile ... definitely laugh ... He was such a good man and Stephen loved the way he was and yes, yes Stephen chose to not insist.
Jack opened his mouth to reply, but as they were approaching the steps to go up on the deck a shining black boot appeared ready to go downstairs; a heavy weight that was making the wood creak.
"Oh, Dillon!" Jack cried to the red-haired man who was now standing in front of them. His green eyes lingered for a brief moment on Stephen before to returning to Jack and aiming a polite smile at him, and the doctor noticed a deep cut on Dillon's lower lip ... a precise and deep cut.
"Captain," his low voice reverberated in the tight gangway.
Stephen excused himself, but as he was about to walk away he heard Jack say; "I would like to ask you to go with Stephen to a ball ... You see he needs someone that can go with him ... I ... I'm far too busy to attend such frivolous parties".
For Stephen it was like someone had stabbed him in his back and ... and slowly he turned toward the two men ... no ... no, no, no, he would never ever go with that man ... with ... with James ... A burning sensation was invading his whole body as James' crystal green eyes returned to linger on him and, and on his face there was ... it was like being swallowed and Stephen found himself closing his eyes and breathing deeply in the strong spicy scent that enveloped the tall man ... strong cologne, he thought; but also misty and sensual like the man before him.
"Stephen?" He heard Jack call him, startling from his clouded thoughts.
Stephen’s face hinted a smile. "Whatever you say, Jack."... there was no escape; he couldn't object to Jack's request in front of one of his men ... it was a rule that Jack had many times tried to teach to him ... stubborn Irish he was and Dillon was the same ... James Dillon, who was now walking past him with that precise and cold walk that ... that was like a crowned king climbing the steps to reach his throne; long and purple mantle spreading over the marble.
"I can easily see, my dear, that you didn't like my choice." Jack turned toward him.
"If I may say so then ... no. Definitely no, Jack," Stephen replied coldly.
Jack tried to justify himself. "James is brave and a good man,"
"Yes, but we aren't on a battleground, Jack and nor am I heading into war, so I don't think there is much need for a brave man such as Dillon," Stephen explained, trying to not voice how much he disliked Jack's decision.
Jack was looking at him with a puzzled expression. "Still, my dear, I still don’t understand why you don't want to go with James ... I’ve heard him converse and, believe me, he's really-"
"I don't care how cultured he is, Jack!" Stephen spat, startling his Captain, so he paused a moment to clear his throat. "What... what I'm trying to say is that ... that I don't like him so much."
"Ah!" Jack exclaimed, nodding slowly "I will tell him that you don't want to-"
"No!" Stephen hurriedly said, placing his hand on Jack's large chest. "No, my dear. It's all right; I will go to the ball with him."
Jack was speechless and so he only nodded, still looking at him with a puzzled - but now also worried - expression.
Stephen spent the entire day thinking about what excuse he could invent to avoid James coming with him. He chewed his bottom lip whilst spreading his hands flat on the desk ... smooth and polished surface, he thought, whilst absently running the tip of his finger into a little cut in the wood and ... and it was a flash of thought; only the merest flash of that cut, a precise cut over James' lower lip still fresh and livid with blood ... still strangely erotic, and Stephen found himself thinking. Metallic ... the metallic taste of James' blood and his finger pushed deeper into the cut thinking about how many other cuts, how many other scars James was carrying on his body ... How many signs was he was hiding from the world ... little reminders of what he saw and did, and Stephen stopped to stare at the cut on the desk. He stared at it and then he slid a book over it ... hiding it. He stood up and thought how he really wanted Jack to come with him at that ball.
Velvet.
Velvet, he thought to have heard ... Wear something velvet, he seemed to have understood; but when he turned toward the half-closed door there was nobody standing there and ... and probably he thought that it was him being nervous because he needed to get ready to go to the masquerade ball ... he closed the door and then he leaned his back against it, thinking... well, thinking that handling a precious package was costing him more than he bargained for. He was wholly devoted to what he was doing but ... but this particular mission was really bothering him and he just wanted to get it over with as soon as he could.
He reached for the little argent box that was sitting on his desk and he rolled it between his slender pale fingers while thinking of the important letters that were hiding inside ... It appeared to be only a cigar case, but what was hiding inside was worth more than cigars, and Jack knew it very well ... It wasn't a simple choice, Stephen thought, that Jack had picked James to escort him to the ball. James ... Well, James was rather brave and he knew that he was also fairly good at acting naturally when he was attending important events ... a cold being that would slash open a person in a blink of an eye and without attracting too much attention, and again Stephen sighed, turning toward his desk ... Black and ... and made of velvet with tiny diamonds. His eyes widened in surprise while looking for the first time at the mask that was sitting on it, and not because it was richly beautiful and opulent - surely a Venetian creation - but because he never bought such mask and he smiled, thinking that surely it was a nice way for Jack to make amends for not be able to come with him to the ball ... an expensive way, he thought, reaching for it ... beautifully expensive.
And Now To The Second Part ... Yes The Post Was Too Large!
Paring - Dillon/Stephen
Rating - Nc/17
Disclaimers - All characters are over 18 and they aren't mine.
Thanks - To my wonderful beta Lindsey.
About - It's not simple to forget who you loved and both men are really stubborn ... also when they should - only - express their feelings ... wrote after Matimate requested a fanfiction with DillonxStephen paring.
I know that probably I shouldn't post this fanfiction here, but also JackxStephen is implied.
"A masquerade ball?"
"Yes, my dear".
"No."
"Why ‘no’?"
"Because ... because I'm too busy with ... with something!"
"I can tell when you’re lying".
"Stephen..."
Stephen sighed, rubbing his forehead. "It's only a masquerade ball, Jack".
Jack raised his eyes from the charts that he was studying. "There's no room for a ‘yes’, my dear".
Stephen nodded and finished his glass of red wine "So I will attend alone."
"No you won’t!" Jack snapped while hastily rolling a chart.
Stephen froze for a moment startled by such an answer then, clearing his voice, he softly smiled. "Maybe, my dear, you have partaken too much with this delicious Italian wine?"
"Wine, my dear, isn't as good company if you aren't here with me," Jack answered. "But I must say that I don't want you to go alone."
"So come with me," Stephen insisted. "In the end I have only to deliver a small but precious package into safe hands and then we'll be on our way and finally back to your beloved Sophie."
Jack shook his head. "No Stephen, please."
"You don't have to be afraid, Jack," Stephen reassured him by putting his warm hand over the large Captain's.
"Oh please, my dear… Last time I made fool of myself with that minister," Jack said, taking Stephen's hand and gently kissing his slender, pale fingers.
Stephen briefly closed his eyes with a pained expression while thinking about the way Jack had spoken to the minister ... Yes, Jack was a lovely man but not bright and cultured enough to be able to handle and lead a conversation between educated men... Yes, he could understand why Jack didn't like to attend such parties ... for him it was an embarassing moment and often he would stand aside; almost hiding from the others whilst always keeping an eye on Stephen.
"Mowett!" Jack shouted "He's a good choice."
Stephen barely raised an eyebrow. "I barely know him," he pointed out.
"Yes, but he's a clever man and surely he will be-"
"No, Jack ... Thanks," Stephen smiled politely standing up "I will go alone".
Jack groaned. "No Stephen, you have to go with someone if you want to attend that ball."
"And that someone was you!" Stephen pointed out, opening the cabin door and heading outside.
"Stephen!" Jack called after him. "Please my dear, don't be stubborn!"
"It will be only for few hours Jack," Stephen reminded to him.
"You know my limits," Jack sighed "And besides, I can't leave the Sophie."
Stephen raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Whatever, Jack." He was almost on the edge of saying something but ... but he could understood Jack's fear ... Seriously he was a great and valiant man when it came to battles and fighting, and Stephen couldn't even say that his company was unpleasant ... the way he would play his violin was such an exquisite pleasure for Stephen's ears and often his silly jokes would make him more than smile ... definitely laugh ... He was such a good man and Stephen loved the way he was and yes, yes Stephen chose to not insist.
Jack opened his mouth to reply, but as they were approaching the steps to go up on the deck a shining black boot appeared ready to go downstairs; a heavy weight that was making the wood creak.
"Oh, Dillon!" Jack cried to the red-haired man who was now standing in front of them. His green eyes lingered for a brief moment on Stephen before to returning to Jack and aiming a polite smile at him, and the doctor noticed a deep cut on Dillon's lower lip ... a precise and deep cut.
"Captain," his low voice reverberated in the tight gangway.
Stephen excused himself, but as he was about to walk away he heard Jack say; "I would like to ask you to go with Stephen to a ball ... You see he needs someone that can go with him ... I ... I'm far too busy to attend such frivolous parties".
For Stephen it was like someone had stabbed him in his back and ... and slowly he turned toward the two men ... no ... no, no, no, he would never ever go with that man ... with ... with James ... A burning sensation was invading his whole body as James' crystal green eyes returned to linger on him and, and on his face there was ... it was like being swallowed and Stephen found himself closing his eyes and breathing deeply in the strong spicy scent that enveloped the tall man ... strong cologne, he thought; but also misty and sensual like the man before him.
"Stephen?" He heard Jack call him, startling from his clouded thoughts.
Stephen’s face hinted a smile. "Whatever you say, Jack."... there was no escape; he couldn't object to Jack's request in front of one of his men ... it was a rule that Jack had many times tried to teach to him ... stubborn Irish he was and Dillon was the same ... James Dillon, who was now walking past him with that precise and cold walk that ... that was like a crowned king climbing the steps to reach his throne; long and purple mantle spreading over the marble.
"I can easily see, my dear, that you didn't like my choice." Jack turned toward him.
"If I may say so then ... no. Definitely no, Jack," Stephen replied coldly.
Jack tried to justify himself. "James is brave and a good man,"
"Yes, but we aren't on a battleground, Jack and nor am I heading into war, so I don't think there is much need for a brave man such as Dillon," Stephen explained, trying to not voice how much he disliked Jack's decision.
Jack was looking at him with a puzzled expression. "Still, my dear, I still don’t understand why you don't want to go with James ... I’ve heard him converse and, believe me, he's really-"
"I don't care how cultured he is, Jack!" Stephen spat, startling his Captain, so he paused a moment to clear his throat. "What... what I'm trying to say is that ... that I don't like him so much."
"Ah!" Jack exclaimed, nodding slowly "I will tell him that you don't want to-"
"No!" Stephen hurriedly said, placing his hand on Jack's large chest. "No, my dear. It's all right; I will go to the ball with him."
Jack was speechless and so he only nodded, still looking at him with a puzzled - but now also worried - expression.
Stephen spent the entire day thinking about what excuse he could invent to avoid James coming with him. He chewed his bottom lip whilst spreading his hands flat on the desk ... smooth and polished surface, he thought, whilst absently running the tip of his finger into a little cut in the wood and ... and it was a flash of thought; only the merest flash of that cut, a precise cut over James' lower lip still fresh and livid with blood ... still strangely erotic, and Stephen found himself thinking. Metallic ... the metallic taste of James' blood and his finger pushed deeper into the cut thinking about how many other cuts, how many other scars James was carrying on his body ... How many signs was he was hiding from the world ... little reminders of what he saw and did, and Stephen stopped to stare at the cut on the desk. He stared at it and then he slid a book over it ... hiding it. He stood up and thought how he really wanted Jack to come with him at that ball.
Velvet.
Velvet, he thought to have heard ... Wear something velvet, he seemed to have understood; but when he turned toward the half-closed door there was nobody standing there and ... and probably he thought that it was him being nervous because he needed to get ready to go to the masquerade ball ... he closed the door and then he leaned his back against it, thinking... well, thinking that handling a precious package was costing him more than he bargained for. He was wholly devoted to what he was doing but ... but this particular mission was really bothering him and he just wanted to get it over with as soon as he could.
He reached for the little argent box that was sitting on his desk and he rolled it between his slender pale fingers while thinking of the important letters that were hiding inside ... It appeared to be only a cigar case, but what was hiding inside was worth more than cigars, and Jack knew it very well ... It wasn't a simple choice, Stephen thought, that Jack had picked James to escort him to the ball. James ... Well, James was rather brave and he knew that he was also fairly good at acting naturally when he was attending important events ... a cold being that would slash open a person in a blink of an eye and without attracting too much attention, and again Stephen sighed, turning toward his desk ... Black and ... and made of velvet with tiny diamonds. His eyes widened in surprise while looking for the first time at the mask that was sitting on it, and not because it was richly beautiful and opulent - surely a Venetian creation - but because he never bought such mask and he smiled, thinking that surely it was a nice way for Jack to make amends for not be able to come with him to the ball ... an expensive way, he thought, reaching for it ... beautifully expensive.
And Now To The Second Part ... Yes The Post Was Too Large!