(LOL. Some Freudian slip with the names for the both of us tonight).

Ah, finally. Darius was starting to get the feel of how things worked when you were in charge, and he seemed to be enjoying himself....maybe more than expected, even. Darren smirked, contradicting the meek tone of his voice. He suppressed a shiver as the finger pushed up his chin and made their eyes meet again.

"You would be surprised at what I can do with my tongue, pardon my rudeness, young master," he promised, and the desire on Darius' face made him want to jump his bones and have his way with him already. But he had more self-control than that. A gasp sounded as he bent forward and tilted his head to let his teeth close around the fabric that surrounded the single button above the zipper of the boy's pants. It took a little effort, but his movements told nothing of it, and his smirk widened at the little shivers that ran through Darius when he took the zipper in his mouth and began to pull it down.

(So very, very true...Well, I do need to finish the chapter. -glares at chapter- Actually I like the chapter, but I seem to be in the beginnings of an incoherent babble.)

It took more self-control than he seriously believed himself to have to stop his breathing from speeding up when Darren's mouth was right there. Time for that later, he knew, but still. It didn't stop him from wanting to give up and just have it over with now. The only way he prevented himself from giving in to that desire was to remind himself that he didn't know when this opportunity to next arise.

"I may well be." He replied evenly. "Just be careful, now. Don't...give in to temptation and touch where you aren't supposed to the way I can tell you want to. You certainly can't tell me I'm wrong, can you?" Darius wrapped his fingers around the sheets on the bed, wishing this had happened before and wondering why it hadn't. For once he felt his tantrums had done some good.

(Btw, was my ATM chapter okay? I don't think you said anything. It's been a while since I wrote it...but..yeah)

"I will behave." Darren couldn't see much from where he was, but it didn't take good eye sight or sitting back to notice the hard on the boy was sporting in his boxers. Such thin, white fabric too, he could see the outline perfectly, could almost feel the pulse that pounded so quickly. His breath was warm on the clothed cock, there but not actually touching, and he knew it must be driving Darius half crazy if he was to judge from the poor attempts at keeping his breathing steady.

"Though, I am afraid that my mouth isn't quite strong enough to pull those pants down while you are still sitting," he said and smiled when the boy twitched. "Perhaps the master could offer me some help, if he wishes to be undressed?"

(-face palm- I soooo sorry. I loved it, though when I came to the end I was kind of like, 'oh bloody hell...now I have to write Iova's parents' and I considered making voodoo dolls of his parents to enjoy while dealing with the writing of them. But I loved your chapter and dammit, I keep forgetting to post it! I'll do it while I'm updating Breathtaken later. Being in the 'docs' will remind me.)

"Good." He breathed, moving smoothly to his feet. "All you had to do was ask, dear. I couldn't do it if you didn't ask nicely, now could I?" On his feet he shivered, breath much harder to control when the bed wasn't firm beneath him to make life easier. It made him grateful beyond compare when the pants were gone, as with his boxers, and he could sit down, though the air on his lower half sort of counteracted the sitting down.

"Now my shirt." The reminder came softly. "And then you have your own clothes to handle, of course."

(Sorry. I had planned to write the parents too, but the chapter would have gotten so long if I did. Oh! Don't forget to post a link to the Mace and Krad chibies I did!)

"Yes, of course." Honestly, Darren did not have much experience with this side of seduction, but he appeared to be doing well enough for Darius to accept it. He made certain to blow a puff of hot air against the boxers before he straightened his spine and dove in for the bottom button. Starting from there and working his way up felt more appealing than the other way around, and the boy was literally holding his breath when he began to work on the first one. There were only four of them, and he took his time with each, making certain that his tongue 'accidentally' flicked the naked skin beneath. Darius' heart was pounding so hard by the time he had the upper button undone and the shirt hung open. He let his eyes trail over the flat chest and the rosy, quite perky nipples that begged for attention.

"And my own clothes, am I allowed to use my hands for them?" he asked innocently (well, as far as someone like him could manage to anyway).

(S'okay. It's just going to be a lot of consideration on my part, figuring out how to work Laycus with them...Laycus is an ass...I have trouble liking him sometimes. -.- And I created him. Blargh. And yes, a link shall be there.)

The urges to just moan Darren's name were hard to ignore, but he managed to do so. It would have felt wrong to let himself say the word. At least right now. He numbly reached out to stroke his lover's cheek, no so gentle at the moment and more determined to behave firmly.

"Yes." He replied nonchalantly. "Use your hands. I don't mind what you do to yourself. I'll be right over here when you're done." Darius sprawled out on his back, head resting on his palms, slightly propped up for the sake of a view. "Try not to take too long, won't you? When you're finished I might let you touch me."

Not that there was much of a 'might' about the topic.

(Hmm, I don't 'like' Laycus as a person, but he amuses me and he makes Iova suffer, and I love him for that)

They both knew, and Darren rose to his feet with the smirk still in place, teasing the boy with only his eyes. The shirt he had on had no buttons, otherwise he could have stripped properly, but he hooked both hands under the hem of it and slowly pulled it up, over his head. It dropped to the floor with a soft 'thud'. His hair was messy, ruffled in a near artistic way after that. The jeans followed soon, fingers making a show out of undoing the button and the zipper before he let them fall, just like the shirt. There were no socks to speak of.

"Do you wish to have me naked, hm?" He hooked a thumb into the waistband of his boxers and glided it back and forth, and Darius' eyes followed the motion for a moment.

(some of the readers don't like him much either, and I can't blame them. As his creator I do love him, but...urgh. You know what I mean? And then there's Iova, who much like Darius, I just wanna coddle)

"Pl-" He bit his tongue firmly before the word could finish itself. He'd nearly said 'please' in his usual way, as though Darren were in charge as always. That wasn't right this time. He remained on the bed and firmed his voice this time. "Yes, please. Remove those as well."

Darius wanted to touch himself, but he refrained from doing so, mentally demanding that he wait for the man to be finished with his current task. He sat up slowly, eyes locked on his lover's body, finally licking his lips. "I want you to take those off, and then I want you to come back over here, where you'll get on your knees again. Isn't that right?"

(I know exactly what you mean, love. I wanna coddle both Macey and Iova -hugs- Boy, these two are making me fan my face here!)

"Anything you want, young master. Anything." The second thumb joined its companion, and together they pushed the restraining fabric down past the narrow hips. His cock was freed, stiff and needy for attention that it was being denied, and the boxers too fell and left him standing naked without shame. He saw how the boy's eyes were absorbing the sight of him eagerly, how they betrayed the calm voice. The mattress sank under the weight of his knees, soft and pliant as it was, and Darren used his hands to hold up his weight, never losing eye contact with Darius in the process.

"How can I please you...?"

(Macey I haven't quite had an urge to coddle yet, but I don't know him as well as you do. And I like Krad. He amuses me. These two are...these two are just awesome. The only issue is I don't have the slighest clue what Darius should be calling Darren.)

Darius leaned forward to kiss the man who joined him on the bed and place his arms 'round his neck. "I think perhaps you should be allowed to touch me now, don't you?" His eyes glowed as he made the suggestion, lifting his hips with a self-satisfied smile. "But I'm not quite sure, what I should let you do to me. I certainly don't intend to let you fuck me just yet, the way I know you want to be inside of me. Can't have that."

Drawing away from the kiss, he looked at Darren's erection. "Or maybe I'll be nice and touch you first, hmm?" One of his fingers slid it's way down the man's chest, dancing ever-lower and everywhere except the man's cock. "Whatcha think?"

(Macey is just....I adore him. He is so awkward and angry and in need of getting laid. I named him Mace just so I could nick name him Macey, XD. Hmmm, I can only think of cheesy pet names now, and I don't think that works for Darren)

There was a sound not quite like a gasp when the fingers teased his skin ruthlessly, and Darren had to make an effort not to let his hips move forward to seek the contact. His eyelids slid halfway shut, lips parting just a bit, and he murmured his consent. "Yes, please. Touch me, please." Pleading came easier when you were aroused and eager to be molested. He crawled further up the boy's body, sucked in a sharp breath at the friction between their groins and bent his neck so their mouths were close, and easy for Darius to have access to.

"May I?" he asked, dropping his eyes to the boy's mouth and moistening his own lips.

(Well, in the one scene you sent me, Krad did in fact act that way toward him...Krad makes me think of a cat. But a housecat, in need of more experience, whereas Laycus is a jungle cat, and Iova is the mouse being stalked and Macey...I don't know. What's Macey is my odd metaphor? Okay, I'll just keep with what I've been doing and not have Darius call Darren much of anything beyond 'honey' and never 'baby'. I discovered while reading the House of Night series that I hate 'baby' during sex scenes.)

"You look good this way you know." Darius licked his lips again and nodded up at him. "Do it. You may kiss me. And I'll even touch you while you do it."

For once he was doing something he had experience with and therefore understood. His fingers, thin and slightly cold, closed around the base of Darren's flesh, sliding slowly up and then back down without going very far up at all. "You like this?" He whispered. "I like it. I like the feeling of you in my hand, and seeing how it makes you get." He squeezed once, gently.

(Hmm, maybe Macey is the kitten who has been kicked around and comes to eat roadkill rather than challenge another cat for prey. Okay, that was some metaphor. And 'baby' is one pet name I detest. It works in Dirty Dancing, but only because the movie is epic. And I LOVE YOU for making me watch Transformers)

To hear Darius talk dirty rather than be talked at was....frankly, it was a huge turn on, and he wondered why the hell they hadn't reversed their roles before. Heat pooled in his chest and abdomen as the hand touched and teased skillfully. Good for him that he was big on the self-control, otherwise he'd have stayed motionless and let the boy jerk him off. He leaned in and let their mouths meet in a wet, eager kiss, tongues stroking and caressing one another while their owners moaned softly. A trail of saliva kept them connected even when the kiss ended, and Darren used his tongue to break it and met the boy's eyes head on.

"Yess...Have me as you like- I'm at your mercy." The words caused Darius to blush deeply, which Darren found terribly attractive. He balanced his weight on one arm in addition to his knees and slid the other, palm flat, down the boy's chest, pausing to give each nipple a little pinch.

(Oh, gosh...Poor Macey. o.o I haven't seen Dirty Dancing...I suppse I should? As for Transformers, not a problem my dear. It's amazing, isn't it?)

"Ah..." Darius squeaked against the man's mouth at the sensation on his chest. "Didn't...Didn't say you could do that, Darren." He continued his ministrations on the man's body, wrapping the fingers of one hand around the back of Darren's neck. The way this was going- he liked it. Much as being controlled certainly made him hot, being in control was a whole new territory and it was brilliant.

He broke the kiss suddenly, his hand ceasing it's work at the same time. The noise Darren made when he quit led him to smile. He joined the no longer active hand to the other around his lover's neck, nuzzling up at him. "You want me, don't you Darren? Want to be in me?"

(YES- you MUST see Dirty Dancing. It's a classic. These two are giving me a heat stroke here)

Darren had a hard time staying in character when Darius was teasing him so much. It would be so easy to flip him over and pin him down, and his arms trembled with the effort it took not to do just that. The breath he sucked in was deep, uneven from the way the boy had touched him well.

"Yes," he murmured, softly, and leaned forward to kiss the corners of Darius' mouth. "I want to have your legs around me, to have you gasping and writhing beneath me while you pull at my hair and mewl." His voice dropped, husky in its tone, and every word was true. "So please, please let me fuck you..." He slid down the boy's body quickly and left chaste, sloppy kisses on his chest and stomach. Darius was given no time to speak or give him orders before Darren had closed his mouth around the head of his cock.

(Then I shall request it at the library. And me too, dear. Me too. Regarding the SRA: I'm sending notifications right now. If you want to help I'll send you a list of who to message and the format in which I'm doing it. And the final list of assignments of course. Also, the reason Dramatizer wasn't assigned anything is that she can't help until next season. It's an early application. Way early.)

Darius' head fell back, onto the pillows and his hips jerked upwards. From his lips came a long, drawn out moan. His fingers dug into Darren's hair, yanking at it frantically. "Unh...Darren, Darren yes..." His feet tried unsuccessfully to get a grip on the sheets as he gasped and moaned underneath the man.

"Prepare me." He demanded, voice thick with the work it took to get out any words at all. Darren hardly ever used his mouth like this, ordinarily making Darius do this to him, and the pleasure that came from the warm and wet heat was nearly too much in itself. "I want you to...prepare me first..."

(ahh, okay, I must have misread that somehow. And sure I'll help. Just message me who you want me to..lol, message further. I need to go catch the train very soon, but I'll be online in...an hour or so to work ^^)

Darren released him only for the time it took to reply. "Don't come until I'm in you," he warned, forgetting that he was supposed to be meek and eager to please. His mouth swallowed Darius whole while he reached out a hand for the drawer by the bed to fetch the bottle of lube there. It wasn't something they often used- they had sex frequently enough that the boy wasn't hurt, but it had been a couple of days. Fumbling around without the help of his eyes slowed him down, but Darius didn't seem to notice. He squeezed cold lube onto his left hand and used the other to push Darius back and raised his hips a bit.

There was a twitch and a sharp inhalation of air when he slid a cold, slick finger inside the boy, and the muscles clenched and unclenched with impatience. He moved it slowly, adjusting the rhythm to match his mouth on Darius' cock.

(Oh,thank god...It would be hell to do these all alone. So...you're going somewhere...and you'll have a computer there? -shrug- Okay. I'll prolly still be around. Just make sure they get out tonight,which it really isn't tonight for you...oh, I'm babbling again. Blech.)

"Making that...difficult." He whispered, wriggling his hips and thrusting roughly into his mouth. Perhaps at one point he would have been concerned about hurting Darren, but right now he was far too high-strung. It had been much too long. A few days was far, far longer than he could bear and now he needed this. Darren could handle it.

The finger tortured his insides, sliding into him the way it did. "Another." He hissed. "Please..."

(Yup, I'm supposed to watch my mom's house and the cat 'til next Wednesday, because they go to France tomorrow morning)

Giving a blowjob wasn't something he was experienced at, since he hardly played this role during sex, but Darius had never gotten one from anyone but him and probably couldn't tell too well. To hear the boy mewling and melting at his touch was reward enough for everything, but he had to force Darius' hips to be still with the use of a hand. The second he added another finger, a little less slick since the lube had dripped onto the sheets, the boy voiced his pleasure and pressed back against the fingers that thrust slowly, too slowly. The boy's every limb was trembling, tense as the pressure that built in him needed a release, and damned be if Darren was letting him come before he was inside of him! He gave the boy's cock one long, last suck before letting it slip from his mouth, only to latch onto the exposed throat that begged for attention.

"That enough?" He sounded hoarse. "Please, need to be in you. Now."

(Oh, yeah! I completely forgot you had mentioned that! Maybe you'll be around for a little while when I'm watching my gp's dogs on Wednesday? It'll be from early until around 6, my time. So maybe we can get in a few hours at least, since you seem to come on at like 3 for me, usually. ...Not that I'll have a chance to see if you agree to that before Wednesday rolls around.)

"Yes." He pressed a few fingers under Darren's chin, pulling him up more in order to kiss him. The kiss was anything but the neat way he usually tried to go about it, this being more carnal- more desperate. He missed that mouth being on him, but it didn't especially matter now.

"Fuck, Darren...fuck me." His voice was high-pitched, revealing his need. Moving his lips to latch onto his neck and bite down, he lifted his waist and managed to agee, "Now. Right now."

(Sure, I can be here on Wednesday. I'm not sure how early 'early' means, but I'll show at....12/noon for you then? Or a bit earlier)

Gone was the roleplay and the kid's gloves. Now that he had permission Darren couldn't hold himself back anymore, and the way Darius was licking and sucking at his mouth as if he was trying to eat him up was too much. His hands pushed the boy's legs back, fit them snuggly over his shoulders while he used a hand to guide his cock to the entrance. It was slick and welcoming.

"Dariusssss......God, oh God," he moaned out while he sank into the incredible heat. For a moment he stayed still, locked with the body beneath his own, and he thought he might come from just that, it felt so amazing. "Fuck, you're....so damned....good." It was hard to tell which moans and sounds came from who, but neither gave a damn. Darius cried out when he pulled his hips back and thrust them forward, and Darren felt like he was going half mad. There was no way either of them were going to last very long.

(Cool! I plan to be there all damn day, really, so early is kinda...whenever you get on, I guess. ^^)

Darius moved his hips at a pace to match his lover's, forcing his eyes to stay open. He let his head rest on the pillow, hands moving to clench around Darren's hair. There wasn't any chance of words leaving his mouth, beyond the rare, high-pitched squeals of "Darren", "fuck" and "harder". The heat running through his body pooled in his stomach, fingers tightening where they were, pressing his mouth to the man's to distract himself.

"Darren..." he whimpered, crying out as he came closer and closer to where he needed to be. "I...I'm almost there...Please..." His words were meant to encourage as well as to plead, to entice Darren to move harder, faster, or perhaps both. He locked his ankles around each other, preventing himself from sliding off of the man's shoulders until they were finished. "Please."

(an anime should be made about thse two, seriously. It would make people drool for sure)

To say that they were fucking like animals wouldn't far from the truth, really. One of his hands held the boy's hips steady, fingers digging in and bruising the skin with purple, circle-shaped marks from the tips of his fingers while the other was in Darius' hair, pulling and grasping desperately just as was being done to him.

"Nnng! Dariuss...just...." He found Darius' mouth and latched on with all he had, tongue thrusting into his mouth messily, trying to suck him in, to absorb him, anything that would tip them over the edge. His hips were moving of their own accord, much too close now for him to have any control left, and the bed's complaints about their weight were drowned out by the sounds that spilled from their throats. "N-now....oh god..." He accidentally nicked Darius' tongue with a tooth the moment the pleasure washed over him and had him tensing every muscle in his body. He couldn't breathe, he could't think, he couldn't do anything but linger there and ride it out until all that was left was the bonelessness.

(we need to do some actual writing with this pair, in my opinion)

A squeal flew from his lips, his release coming in tune with that of the man above him. It hurt, the feeling on his tongue, but he was too caught up in the pleasure of his end to let it bother him. Besides, in a way it almost felt good even as it hurt. He rocked his hips once more, then collapsing on the bed.

His breaths came in quick, short gasps of enjoyment and rest. "I love you." He breathed, eyes falling closed. "I love you...never again, Darren...not a few days in between, 'kay?" He leaned up and forward a bit, kissing the man's forehead gently. "And I...I have to go put the leftovers away..."

(That we do! We just need an idea...Maybe we could write something AU/Supernatural? Because the two of them as they are here lack...plot, lol. For a proper story we need to figure out some stuff. Buuut, I don't think we've got time for that right now, sadly. There's ATM and SRA. You got anything planned for your chapter?)

"Don't," came the quick reply. Darren raised himself up, supported by his elbows, so he could look at him, and there was a strange expression on his face. The corners of his mouth were tugged unhappily downwards as he squeezed his eyes shut and pressed their foreheads together. "Don't go. Not yet," he murmured. It took too much effort to hold himself up by his arms alone, so he separated himself from Darius and rolled them around so the boy was rseting on top of him.

He'd never felt quite as vulnerable as he did this moment, and part of him thought it to be silly, to be girly to act on his feelings when he only a month ago would have shied away from any kind of cuddle after sex. But it felt good to have Darius there, pressed tightly against himself.

(An epic lack of plot, in fact. So far it's been this, generally: sex, Darius has emotional issues, sex, Darius has emotional issues, sex, Darius goes to the hospital and then has emotional issues, sex...Yeah. But like you said, definitely don't have time for it at the moment. o.o And no, I have absolutely nothing planned for my chapter yet. Since you left off at the end of the school day I'm still trying to work out Iova's parents in my head before anything goes on paper)

Laughing softly, Darius snuggled close to the man underneath him. His lips planted the gentlest of kisses wherever they could reach, a tendency he was rarely allowed to act upon in the afterglow of sex. Ordinarily he'd have been pushed away already, left feeling cold and much too alone. Now he wanted to take advantage of this, so he nodded. "Kay." He said in between kisses. "Has to be done sometime soon though."

The boy squirmed little to get more comfortable and then went on, trailing his kisses toward the man's ear. There he stopped, just waiting, until he finally yawned and said, "I have to go shopping tomorrow, by the way. If you want to you can come with me. Choose something for desert that isn't me, you know."

(LOL! Yep, an epic lack of plot. But I don't really mind. RPG is only for fun, after all. Need help with the 'meeting the parents' issue?)

"I go back to work tomorrow, and I don't think my boss is happy with me since I had to take time off because we both got sick." He rubbed his forehead with an exasperated sigh. Work wasn't something he associated with negative things, quite the contrary, he liked his job....But the thought of returning to that busy place now just made him feel tired. Goose flesh spread along his arms with every little kiss Darius left on his skin.

"Something that involves chocolate sounds good for desert." He reached out for the covers and tucked them both in. The body heat he'd gained during sex was ebbing from him slowly, and he felt chilly now. "Today has been ridiculous." He almost laughed when he said this, but he still had some pride left to hang on to, thank you.

(True, true. ^^ I just don't know how to go about it! I mean, it's not like Laycus is going to announce himself as Iova's lover...Should make it easier, but since his parents are gone so much, how would they react to meeting a 'caring' teacher?)

"All right." Darius nodded in understanding. It wasn't like he could just keep Darren home forever, though he certainly would given the option. He wriggled his way out of the blanket, shaking his head. "Nuh-uh, Darren. I have to go deal with dinner things, remember? I'll be back in just a few minutes to keep you company."

He headed for the door of the bedroom, walking through it before Darren could argue. After a moment, however, he popped his head back through the entryway and added, "By the way, today has been the best of my life, not ridiculous at all." At least from now on he could let the ever-present wondering if the man loved him dissipate. No need to worry now that it had been stated. As a result of this knowledge, he hummed cheerfully on his way downstairs, all throughout taking care of dinner dishes and putting things away in the fridge for leftovers.

(Laycus could easily charm Iova's mother, because she is swayed by pretty smiles, lol. But I think they'd react well to anyone who wants to help their youngest son, because they know how he refuses to socialize with others. His grades have been dropping lately too)

Silence came when Darius left the room, and Darren lay listening to it, to his own heartbeat, while he tried to untangle his thoughts. It had been years since he felt this content, since he wasn't filled to the brim with anger, and he wasn't sure how to deal with the emptiness it left behind. Granted, it was not a bad emptiness- just unusual. To allow himself to show tender emotions like caring was...It made him uncomfortable, despite knowing how Darius wanted it.

"What happens now then?" he asked the silence. People did not change over night, though he felt like he had to some extent. Tomorrow he might very well be his old, stuck up self again, and he wondered how long Darius' newfound happiness could last if that happened. He had learnt one important lesson today; he could not lose the boy, and this meant he'd have to make an effort to keep him.

(Okay, knowing that just makes things so much easier. The arrogant bastard is a charmer, I will give him that much. Doesn't stop him from still being the arrogant bastard part of himself, but it all works out. And in this, how exactly are we planning to bring in an old crush/flame of Darren's?)

"Darren?" No matter how cheery his mood, Darius had to admit he was tired. On his way back into the bedroom he was yawning. With the greatest of enjoyment, his back in particular appreciating the idea, he fell back into bed. Under the covers he cuddled up to the man, tugging an arm around himself.

He doubted the behaviour he'd received tonight would last beyond a few days, and while it lasted he planned to get as much from it as he possibly could. One of his arms rested across Darren's bare chest and he mumbled, "I'm glad it's just us here, Darren. What about you?" There was no doubt he intended to fall asleep as soon as he was able, but first he wanted his answer, or what had been the point of asking to begin with.

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