Title:  Take Me Alive

Author:  Angelee

Fandom:  Nip/Tuck

Pairing:  Christian Troy/ Carver (Quentin Costa)

Rating:  Adult

Summary: Sometimes we deal with circumstances beyond our control the best way we can.  With surprising results.   

Note:  Non Con.  Be prepared.

Beta by my sister Anna.  All remaining errors are mine with apologies.

Note 2:  Serious quirk alert is in place here.  DO NOT and I stress again DO NOT read if such thinks bother you.

 

Take Me Alive

 

Christian felt the needle slide in.  Trying the best he could to fight the way it was making him feel.

 

“You’re so beautiful,” A voice whispered.  It sounded like it was so far away, but coming from no more that a few inches from where he lay.

 

Christian blinked dazedly.  Trying desperately to fight the lethargy taking a deeper hold.

 

“I…I...”

 

“Shh.  Everything will be alright.”

 

Christian struggled weakly.  “N…no.  Please.  No.”

 

“Hmm, I cut you a little, but not so it’ll mar your beauty,” the voice said softly.   Christian moaned when he felt the knife slit through his clothing.

 

“No.  No.  Please don’t do this.”

 

“Do you know how long I’ve been watching you?”  The voice said conversationally as hands removed Christian’s clothing revealing him to hungry eyes.

 

“I…I…”

 

“A very, very long time, Christian.  A very, very long time.”

 

Christian shivered as hands stroked up and down his chest.  “No.  No.  Please.”

 

“Shh.  It’s not going to hurt.  I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt, to much.” 

 

Christian moaned as warm lips gently sucked first one nipple then the other.  While fingers gentle rolled the neglected one.

 

“No.”

 

“How do you like the drug I injected you with? Keeps you docile while at the same time you’ll be able to feel everything I’m doing to you.  Completely different from what I use on the others.”

 

A body came up to cover his.  Just as naked, just as warm.  “No.”

 

He tried to turn his head and avoid the kiss he knew was coming his way.  Carver chuckled softly.  “Don’t fight me, my beauty.  I’m not going to hurt you any more than I already did. I’m going to give you pleasure to make up for the pain.”

 

The body covering his began moving.  A mouth covered his.  He tried to turn his head unable to do so. He was too weak.  He tried to push the body covering his away.  He only managed to lay his hands on a warm, moving back.

 

“No.”

 

“Yes.  Oh, yes.”

 

“N…no.”

 

“Yes.  We have all night.  All night when I’m going to make that no turn to a yes.”

 

Christian shook his head weakly. “No.”

 

He grimaced as a he felt the beginnings of his body’s betrayal.  He was stiffening at the insistent pressure.  He didn’t want this, he didn’t.  He was drugged.  There must be something in the shot Carver gave him.

 

“There wasn’t an aphrodisiac in the shot I gave you.  Only something to make you a little more pliable.  Less willing to struggle.”

 

Christian blinked dazedly.  Not surprised by his body’s betrayal.  He truly was a deviant.

 

“I…”

 

Hands, warm insistent hands began stroking him, wringing out an unwilling reaction from his body.

 

“You truly are a beautiful.”

 

Christian arched up seeking more.  His body becoming desperate in the need for release.

 

“Ah.”

 

 

“That’s it, my beauty.  That’s it.  Come for me.”

 

“Ah.”  Christian did with a hoarse wounded cry.   His fluid filling and overflowing the hands that had not stopped moving.

 

Carver spread the fluid over his belly and chest rubbing it in lovingly.  “Very, good my beauty.  You’re going to love what comes next.”

 

Christian trying to hold his legs together as Carver pushed them apart.  It didn’t work as fingers rubbed sticky fluid around and into him, before going deep.

 

“No.  Please.  No.”

 

“You’re going to love this, Christian. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

 

Christian gave a weak cry as he was entered.  He’d done this with some of his sexual partners, but never had it been done to him.  He couldn’t even say it hurt, because it didn’t.  Carver had been to careful for it to hurt.  Christian wished that it had.  He’d be better able to handle what was happening to him. He gave another cry as his prostate was scored. 

 

Carver wrapped his arms around Christian pulling him closer as he thrusted into him.  “So hot.  So tight.”

 

Carver smelled fresh and clean.  Of male sweat and lust.  Christian wished that wasn’t so.  He didn’t want the man thrusting into his weakened body to smell good.  Needing for it to be different.    

 

Christian began panting as the thrusting increased.  He felt so full.  So very full.  He felt himself stiffen as the thrusting inside of him continued to stroke against his prostate.

 

Carver pulled away slightly.  “Kiss me, Christian.”

 

“No.”

 

“Kiss me.”

 

Lips hovered inches from his own.  A shadow in the darkness of the room.  He didn’t know what Carver looked like.  His eyes covered by a blindfold.  He couldn’t see what the man fucking him looked like. He could only feel.  Christian could only feel.  And he swore to God he didn’t want to.

 

He met the shadowy lips in front of his with his own.  Deepening the kiss hungrily.  Meeting the thrusts with his own as much as the drug in his system allowed.  Arching his body up the best he could with the heavier weight holding him down.

 

“Yes.  Oh God, yes,” He whispered against the man’s cheek, when the kiss finally ended.

 

He wrapped his arms around the moving body pulling him closer, Moving down to cup the flexing buttocks pushing Carver deeper.

 

“Ah.”

 

“That’s it, my beauty.  That’s it.  Take what you need, take me as I’m taking you.”  Carver whispered into his ear.  Gently biting it before caressing it with a warm tongue.

 

Christian shivered arching up as his body sought release.  Needing release. 

 

“Oh, God.”

 

“Do you like what we’re doing, Christian?”  Christian didn’t answer.   All movement stopped.  Making Christian moan at its loss.  “No more until you tell me you liked it.”

 

“I…”

 

“Tell me, Christian.”

 

“Ah.  Ah.  Y…yes,” Christian replied reluctantly, knowing he was truly lost as he gave himself up to the spell Carver was weaving around him.  Never feeling the tears coursing down his face.

 

Carver suddenly pulled out.  Flipping Christian onto his stomach, he entered him again just as quickly.  The thrusting renewed, this time slowly, so slowly.  A hand came up and pushed his head into the mattress.  Holding him still as if he could move that much, Carver continued to thrust leisurely. 

 

Christian grimaced as his prostate was scored again and again.  Making him burn.   He didn’t want this.  He didn’t.

 

Hands urged him to his knees never breaking the rhythm being set.  “No,” he screamed into the bedroom, forcing himself back against the hardness tearing into him able to finally move.  The drug no longer had a hold on him. 

 

Hands tangled into his hair forcing his head back.  “Oh-yes,” the male voice whispered into his ear before biting into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

 

The voice.  The voice sounded familiar.  Christian furrowed his brows trying to place the voice.  He flinched when he was bitten again.  “No.  Don’t,” he whimpered softly.  “Hurts.”

 

“I know it does, baby,” A voice whispered back licking at the blood dripping from the wounds.  “I want it to hurt. Do you want soft and gentle?  I can do that to.”  The hardness in Christian slowed to an almost leisurely pace once again.

 

“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Christian.”

 

“Ah,” Christian moaned softly, throwing his head back.  “Oh, God,” he whispered softly as the Carver continued to move in him.  It felt incredible.  No more pain, just pure unadulterated pleasure.    He moaned again when his left ear was gently nibbled, making him shiver in pleasure.

 

“You’re liking it now aren’t you, Christian?”

 

Christian shook his head weakly.  “No,” he replied weakly, his body moving back into the body thrusting minutely into his.  “No.”

 

“Course you do.  I feel it.”

 

“H…how can you t…tell?  The thing you’ve got in me isn’t even r…real.”  Hearing the Carver gasp in surprise.  “D…Did you think I wouldn’t k…know?  It’s p…plastic.  W…what’s the m…matter don’t have the r…real t…thing?”

 

The thing in him began moving faster making Christian close his eyes tightly in pleasure.  “As a matter of fact I don’t.  The closest thing to a real dick I’ve got is that bit of plastic I’ve got in you right now.”  Lips close to his ear whispered softly.  “But I can weld it really well.  Don’t you think?”

 

Christian threw his head forward, forcing himself back against the Carver-hard.  “Ah,” he hissed.  “Yeah.  W…what happened?” he asked, oddly curious. 

 

Hands came up over his hips pumping him in time to the thrusting.  “Birth defect.  Happened while still in my dear old mommie’s tummy.”

 

Christian could feel the sweat coming out of his pores as he struggled to come. “Oh.”

 

“Yeah, mommie and fucking daddy were related.  Damn them.”

 

Christian hissed when Carver hit a spot that made his whole body seize in pleasure.  “That explains why you’re such a fucking freak.”

 

A soft chuckle filled the air.  “Sticks and stones, Christian.  Sticks and stones.”

 

“I…is that w…why you go around carving up p…people?”

 

“Partly.  Beauty is a curse on the world after all.  People need to see beyond that to what lays underneath.”

 

“An ad in the paper would get your word across and you w…wouldn’t have to go a…around hurting p…people.”

 

Christian tried to increase the rhythm, desperate to come.  Hissing in displeasure when Carver slowed it down, refusing him release.

 

“Tsk, Tsk, Christian.  You’re not trying to finish this encounter to quickly, are you?’

 

Christian bit his lip-hard. Lowering his upper body allowing Carver to go deeper.  “W...why would I do that?  Because there’s a freak fucking me?”

 

Carver chuckled.   “Oh, Christian you do have a mouth on you.  I should punish you for that comment.”

 

Christian pushed back hard enough to make the man behind him grunt at the impact.  “Isn’t that what you doing now?”

 

“No, lover.  You’re enjoying it way to fucking much for this to be any sort of punishment.  Perhaps I should just pull my little toy out of you and go home.”

 

Christian quickly reached back with his hand holding on to Carver’s hips.  “Don’t you fucking dare.  Finish me.  Finish me, God-damn it,” he hissed, desperately.  “Finish me.”

 

“Why should I?” 

 

Christian moaned softly when he felt a soft tongue licking the sweat from the back of his neck.  “I…I want it.  Oh, God-I want it,” he whispered, softly, raising his buttocks up and lowering his head submissively. “I want it,” He repeated again.

 

“Yes, you really do.”

 

The rhythm increased until the sound of flesh on flesh was audible in the room.  The only other sounds where those of Christian moans of pleasure as Carver continued to pound into him, punishingly.

 

Christian felt something inside of his give.  Feeling himself opening to accept whatever the man behind him wanted to give him.  It hurt, but he didn’t care.  He really didn’t care.

 

“More.  Harder.”

 

Carver compiled.  Shoving into Christian so hard, the motion threatened to shake the bed off its frame.

 

“Take it, Christian.  Taken it.”

 

“Oh!  Oh! Oh!  Ah!

 

Christian screamed hoarsely. His orgasm coming with such force he thought he was going to come apart at the seams.  Then nothing.

 

He woke slowly.  Feeling a mouth leisurely suckling on his left nipple. “Hmm.”

 

“Awake I see,” a voice told him in amusement.  “That’s the first time I made anyone pass out using a piece of plastic.”

 

Christian moaned softly.  “D…don’t be so pleased with yourself it was still only a piece of plastic.  It’s not like it was anything real.”  He arched up when sharp teeth bit him.  “Ah.”

 

“Which you enjoyed a great deal.” A tongue gently bathed the abused flesh.  “Why do you insist on angering me, Christian?”

 

“Oh, I don’t know, Quentin.  Maybe it’s because you’re an asshole.  With no redeeming qualities whatsoever.  Getting your jollies from carving up people for your own amusement and then raping them with a fucking piece of plastic.  Oh and lets not forget that you also killed people.”

 

A surprised inward gasp of air. “Ah-so, you know who I am?”

 

“Yes, Quentin.  Your voice synthesizer needs new batteries.  Plus I recognize your cologne. No one else uses it.  I’ve known for a while.”

 

“Hmm, that’s to bad,” Quentin replied, regretfully.

 

“What you gonna kill me now?  Add that to all your other offenses?”

 

Lips gently nibble on his flesh.  “No, I’m not going to kill you, Christian.  I wouldn’t want to deprive the world of you natural beauty.  Considering how much of it is fake these days,” Quentin replied, sending warm air across Christian’s cooling flesh.

 

“T…then what do you plan on doing with me?”  Christian asked, shivering.  His body was starting to respond to Quentin’s stimulation.  He didn’t know who was more deviant.  Him or Quentin.

 

“Nothing to you. I’m going to have to disappear a lot sooner than I’d planned.  I don’t suppose you’d consider keeping quiet about me?” 

 

Christian scoffed disparagingly. “Not bloody likely.”

 

 “That’s what I thought.”

 

“Well, then?”

 

Quentin began suckling on the nipple he hadn’t forgotten about the whole time they’d been talking.  Rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.  When he’d driven Christian half mad he said, “I think since you’ve ruined my plans I think that I’m going to make it worthwhile, for me anyway, before I have to disappear again.”

 

“Ah, shit,” Christian cried out when Quentin shoved the bit of plastic back in.  “Damn it, Quentin.”

 

“What’s the matter, Christian?  Don’t want to get fucked any more?”

 

“God-damn it, that hurt.  Asshole.”

 

“Sticks and stones, Christian.”

 

“Yeah, if I had some right now I’d be throwing them at you.  Shit.”  Christian replied, arching up at the aching pain.

 

Quentin chuckled softly against Christian’s neck.  “I bet.”

 

“Quentin?”

 

Lips where nibbling on his ear.  “Yeah?”

 

“Could you take off the blindfold?  I do know who you are after all.”

 

“What do I get, if I do?”

 

Christian arched up against Quentin feeling the plastic move deeper.  “I think you’re already getting it.”

 

“No, not really.  It’s not like I can feel it after all?”

 

“Is that regret I hear in your voice?”  He hissed in pain when Quentin bit him. 

 

“What do you think?”

 

“Ow!  You have a real oral fixation don’t you?” 

 

“Hmm.”

 

“Come on, Quentin.  Take off the blindfold,” Christian coaxed softly.  “I’ll make it worth your while.”

 

“Oh,” Quentin replied.  “What could you possibly do to make it worth my while?”

 

“I’ll fuck you.”

 

Quentin stopped moving against Christian.  “What makes you think I want to get fucked?”

 

“You let Corporal Brandt have you.”

 

“That was different.”

 

Christian’s hands came down to cup Quentin’s buttocks. pushing against him.  “How was that different?”

 

“I didn’t really enjoy it.”

 

“You don’t like getting fucked?”

 

Christian felt Quentin resting his head against his chest.  “Not so much that.  I didn’t feel anything.”

 

“You had to feel something.   From what I heard he was really going at it.”

 

“Yeah.  Felt it for three days.  But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

 

“Well, then?”

 

Quentin sighed unhappily.  “You wouldn’t understand.  Oh, and I didn’t kill anyone, it was my sister Kat.”

 

“You didn’t kill…”

 

“No, I didn’t kill anyone.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Why do you sound so surprised?”

 

“You do have some redeeming qualities after all.  So you have a sister?”

 

Quentin started moving in Christian or more like started moving the bit of plastic. “Yeah.  Has issues does Kat.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“So finding out I’m not a killer raises me up some on your scale?”

 

Christian ran his hands over Quentin’s warm back.  “Yeah, it does.  Some at least.

So do you want to get fucked?”

 

“Hmm…”

 

“I’ll make you feel it, Quentin.  You know I can.”

 

Christian felt lips against his.  “Real sure of yourself aren’t you?”

 

Christian opened his mouth.  “Yeah.  Take the blindfolds off,” he whispered, seductively.

 

He felt lips gently nibble on his lower lip, pulling on it.  “I could just climb on top of you if I want to get fucked.  You’re not exactly unwilling.”

 

Christian blindly sought Quentin’s mouth.  The other man didn’t allow it.  “Yeah, but it’d be more fun for the both of us if I could see what I was doing.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

“Kiss me, Quentin.”

 

Quentin chuckled.  “You want to kiss a deviant?”

 

“There’s no deviant here.  Just two people with major issues.”

 

Quentin teased Christian, touch his lips with his own and backing away every time Christian tried to deepen the touch.  “Oh?”

 

“Hmm.  Come on, Quentin, take the blindfold off.  Let me fuck you.”

 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

 

Christian had had enough of the teasing.  Tangling his fingers in hair, softer than any he’d ever touched.  He forced Quentin to deepen the kiss.  Holding him still to the probing of his tongue.  When he allowed the kiss to end.

 

“Yeah, I would.”

 

“And what if I just decided to ride you?” 

 

“Come on, Quentin.  Don’t be that way.  I want you.  There you made me say it.  I.  Want.  You.”

 

The blindfold came off.  He blinked dazedly for a few seconds before the fuzzy form on top of him became clear. 

 

Quentin was smiling down at him.  “Better?”

 

Christian sighed.  “Oh, yeah.”

 

“Did you mean what you said?”

 

Christian touched the side of Quentin’s face.  “Yeah.  You’re an asshole.”

 

Quentin looked down at him sheepishly.  “Yeah, I am.”

 

“If you wanted to fuck me or have me fuck you-you should have just said so.”

 

“You were infatuated with Kimber.  And I didn’t think you’d want me anyway.”

 

“Why would you think that?” Christian asked, running his forefinger over Quentin’s lower lip.

 

“Because I’m male.”  He gave a rueful shrug.  “Mostly anyway.  And because I am the Carver.”

 

“Are you?”

 

Quentin frowned.  “What do you mean?”

 

“Is it you or are you protecting your sister?”

 

Quentin touched the sides of Christian’s mouth were the blood had dried from the shallow cuts.  “I did this didn’t I?”

 

“Yeah, but you didn’t do a very good job considering you’re a plastic surgeon.  Though come to think of it, you did it in such a way that it wouldn’t hurt to much.”

 

Quentin looked away in embarrassment.  “Yeah, well…”

 

“If you wanted in my pants, you didn’t have to go to so much trouble.”  Christian smiled up at him.  “I’m easy.  Everyone knows that.”

 

“Not that easy.”

 

Christian wiggled his eyebrows.  “You’d be surprised. I’m not all that rigid.”

 

Quentin reached down and stroked him once hard, making Christian gasp.  “Sure about that?”

 

“Oh,” When Christian could speak.  “You are one nasty little boy, Quentin.”

 

Quentin chuckled softly.  “Yes.”

 

Christian reached up to run his finger down the other man’s cheek, watching the blue eyes dilate before the lids came down, hooding them. “Let me fuck you?”

 

“Alright.” Yet he didn’t move. 

 

“Hmm, Quentin?”

 

“Yeah?”  Quentin questioned, nibbling on Christian’s finger.

 

“You’re going to have to get off.”

 

“But I like where I am.”

 

“You want to get fucked?” Christian watched the blue eyes dilate even more, till no blue showed at all.  “Yeah, you do.  You want to get fucked by me.”

 

Quentin pulled the plastic free of Christian’s body, making him moan at the sudden loss of something that had been inside of him for a while.

 

“Yes, but I’m not sure I can trust you.  Especially after everything I’ve done to you.”  Quentin replied, facing away from Christian.

 

“I’m not going to hurt you, Quentin.”

 

“You say that, but they’re only words, they don’t mean shit.”

 

Christian sat up in the bed. Blinking when the bedroom spun around him wildly.  Once it’d settled he moved closer to Quentin.

 

“I want you, Quentin.”

 

“You want everyone.  Well, now let me rephrase that.  Everyone who’s beautiful and met your criteria for you to even look at them.  I hardly fit in that category.”

 

Christian ran his hand down a broad back, smiling slightly when Quentin shivered.  “Quentin, I don’t have criteria for making love.”

 

“Of course you do.  What a bout Kimber?  My sister?”

 

Christian frowned.  “Your sister?”

 

Quentin frozen when he realized he’d said too much.  “I think it’s time for me to go.”

Christian stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.  “I made love to your sister?”

 

Quentin snorted.  “It’s all she could talk about.”

 

“When?  When did I supposedly make love to your sister?  Quentin?  When?”

 

“I’m leaving.”

 

Christian with a burst of energy Quentin wasn’t expecting tossed him onto the bed.  Quickly climbing on top of him to prevent escape.

 

Quentin looked up at him dazed and no small amount of fear in his blue eyes.  “I…”

 

“I’m not going to hurt you, Quentin,” Christian told him softly.

 

“Then let me go.”

 

“No.”

 

“What do you want then?  I can fight you and you’re not going to like the results.  Colonel Brandt didn’t.”

 

Christian rose slightly and began to free Quentin from his little toy. “Fight me, then.  But I don’t think that what you really want to do.”

 

Quentin sat still as Christian unbuckled him, watching when the other man tossed it across the room.  “Hey, I may need that later.”

 

“Yes, that you might, but not for the next hour at least.”

 

Quentin smirked up at him.  “Oh, really.”

 

“Oh, yeah.”

 

The other man frowned but didn’t turn toward Christian, instead looked down at the carpeted floor.  “Quentin?”

 

“Yeah?”  Quentin asked distractedly.

 

“Turn toward me.”

 

Quentin shook his head.  “No.”

 

“Are you ashamed?”  Christian asked softly in understanding.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Don’t be,” Christian told him, running his hands down a broad back.

 

“I can’t help it.  I’m not a normal man.”

 

Christian kissed the back of Quentin’s neck.  “I kind of already knew that.”

 

Quentin shivered.  “That’s true, but for now I would prefer that you didn’t look at me.”

 

“Alright.  Get on your stomach then.” Quentin complied readily enough. Christian ran his hands over a nicely round butt.  “Where’s the stuff?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“The stuff you used on me so you wouldn’t hurt me.”

 

“Under the pillow.”

 

“You know what?  I want to do something else first.”  Christian parted Quentin gently.  Running his forefinger over the tight opening before gently sliding it in.  “How does that feel?”

 

“Nice,” Quentin murmured softly.

 

“How long have you wanted me, Quentin?”

 

“For a long time.”

 

“When we were together with Kimber and Katherine you could’ve…”

 

“I was afraid you would find out about my defect.  That you’d be repulsed by me.”

 

Christian added another finger.  “I know about it now and you don’t see me running for the hills do you?”

 

Quentin buried his head in the pillow.  “No.”

 

“How do you like it so far?”

 

“Nice.  Lots better than with Brandt.”

 

A third finger went in with no resistance. “Why did you go with him?”

 

“I wanted to see what it felt like if you were fucking me.  I settled for Brandt. He turned out to be an asshole.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Christian mounted Quentin carefully positioning himself with his hand, he watched as he slid into the welcome warmth.  He moved gently at first allowing Quentin to become accustom to him.  Before pulling the other man to his knees and began thrusting in earnest. 

 

Quentin threw back his head and gave a loud moan.  Filling the room with his need.  Before to long he began to meet Christian’s rhythm with one of his own.

 

“Oh.”

 

Christian kissed the side of his neck, running his tongue over the soft flesh.  “Like it?”

 

“Yeah, oh yeah.”

 

The sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room as well as their sounds of passion.  Quentin lowering his shoulder to the bed as he shoved back hard. 

 

Christian allowed it.  Holding still, letting Quentin fuck himself before placing his hands on his hips and fucked back just as hard.  Feeling himself slide even deeper.

 

Quentin was moaning softly, eyes tightly closed.  Sweat gleaming on his body as he lost himself in pleasure he’d never felt before.

 

Christian moved his hands over his hips, exploring lower.  Hairless.  Quentin had no pubic hair.  The skin was smooth and as soft as a baby.  Going lower his hands found nothing but smooth skin, until they came across a tiny hole.  Christian assumed that was how Quentin peed.

 

He felt the man under him stiffen.  To distract him from his explorations he began thrusting harder, moving from side to side, back and forth.  Temporarily stopping his explorations.  When he sensed that Quentin had once again given himself up to the pleasure, his hands began to explore once again.

 

Going lower he found Quentin’s testicles.  Fondling them gentle, earning a moan of pleasure. 

 

Christian kept fondling with one hand while the other came back up to explore the tiny hole once more.

 

He ran his forefinger over it gently, attuned to the man under him.  When Quentin made no protest he stroked the skin all around the tiny opening.

 

Quentin began panting harder.  Thrusting back with an audible sound of flesh hitting flesh.

 

“Harder, Christian.  Please, fuck me harder,” He moaned, making no mention of what Christian’s free hand was doing.

 

Christian did.  Watching Quentin’s lick his lips hungrily.  “Like that, baby?”

 

“Oh, yeah.  That’s good.  So good.”

 

Christian brought the hand he’d been exploring with up.  “Suck my finger, baby.  Come on,” he urged, the man moving desperately under him.  suck it.”

 

Quentin did.  Hungrily taking it into his mouth sucking on it as if his life depended on it. 

 

When Christian wanted it back he was hard pressed to get Quentin to release it.

 

“Let go, baby.”

 

“Hmm, hmm,” Quentin replied, sucking harder, moving with increasing urgency    against Christian.

 

Christian chuckled softly.  “Come on, baby.  Let go,” he said pulling his finger free.  Watching as Quentin followed it seekingly.

 

A hard thrust made him arch his head back in pleasure.  “Oh,”

 

“That’s it, baby.  That’s it.  Fuck me back.  Come on.  Come on.”

 

When Quentin was sufficiently distracted, Christian he took his very wet finger and carefully inserted it into the tiny hole.  Not far at first, just to the edge.  Once he felt the flesh relax he slid his finger in deeper.

 

It was hot.  Scaldingly so.  He pushed deeper.

 

Quentin’s panting turned to gasping moans.  “Oh, God.”

 

“Come on, Quentin, come for me.”

 

“C…can’t c…come.”

 

“Can.  Do it now.”

 

With that Christian shoved his finger the rest of the way in.  Quentin screamed, coating Christian’s finger with warm fluid.

 

“I thought you said you couldn’t come.”

 

Quentin lowered his head trying desperately to catch his breath.  “I…I thought I couldn’t.  The doctors at the hospital told me I couldn’t come.  I could never know what it felt like to have an orgasm.”

 

“They were wrong,” Christian whispered, shoving himself deep into the quivering body under him, again and again.

 

“Oh, my God,” Quentin groaned.  “Oh, my God-I….”

 

“Wanna come again?”

 

“Yes, yes-again.  Again.”

 

Christian pushed his finger as deep as he could inside of Quentin, moving it around.  The wet slickness coating it, making it easier.  “I like the way you feel, Quentin.  Warm really warm.”

 

Quentin’s hands came up to cover his.  “Oh. Ah-that feels…”

 

Christian bit his ear, licking the small hurt with a loving swipe of his tongue.  “Incredibly hot? Sexy?”

 

Quentin chuckled softly.   Moving back into the rhythm Christian had set.  “You are an arrogant son-of bitch.  But oh-God, I love the way you feel inside of me.”

 

“I can tell.  So, lover-how many times do you wanna come tonight?”

 

“Is a hundred to many?”

 

“I’ll see what I can do.”

 

“I…I’m going to hold you to that,” Quentin replied, moving Christian’s finger in a motion that brought him the most pleasure.  He never knew.  Never suspected. Regretting all the time he could have had this.  It could have been his.  Suddenly Christian removed his finger.  “Christian, no,” Quentin protested.

 

“Shh, I’ve got something I think you’re really going to like.” Christian pulled free of Quentin’s body with slightly obscene pop.  Laying on his back on the wide bed.  “Ride me.”

 

Quentin looked at him in confusion.  “W…what?”

 

“Ride me, baby.  Ride me.”

 

Quentin straddled Christian’s body.  Watching in amazement as Christian slowly disappeared inside of him.

 

“I took all of you,” He said in amazement.  “Every last inch.”

 

Christian stretched, smiling when Quentin’s eyes lit closed in pleasure.  “You sure did, baby.  Ride me.  Make me come inside of you.”

 

Quentin carefully slid up and down a few time before he began to ride Christian with a desperation Christian had never been subjected to.

 

Quentin’s head thrown back as he lost himself in the pleasure he was feeling.  “Oh, God.  If only I had known…”

 

His head came forward throwing his hair into his face.  He impatiently tossed it out of the way.

 

“G…good?”  Christian, stuttered slightly as he was ridden hard.  It kinda hurt, but the pleasure in Quentin’s face made it all worthwhile.

 

“Yes…oh-yes.”

 

Christian sniffed at the fingers he’d had inside of Quentin.  “Hmm.”

 

“W…what?”  Quentin asked, distractedly.

 

“Smells like semen.”  Christian licked.  “Tastes like semen.”

 

“I can make it semen, because of my testicles.  But I’m sterile.”

 

“Ah.”

 

“Yeah, no babies for me,” Quentin said bitterly.  “But then who’d want a father like me?”

 

“Stop it, Quentin.  No more talking like that.  I don’t like it.”

 

Blue eyes looked at him in shock.  “Why?”

 

“Because I don’t.  Stop it.”

 

“But…”

 

To get him to shut up Christian shoved a finger not all that gently into Quentin.  Earning a gasp of pleasure/pain.

 

“I said stop it.”

 

“Oh.”

 

Quentin began riding Christian hard again, having slowed to a gentle back and forth movement while they were talking.

 

“Yeah.  No more talking.  Make me come.”

 

Quentin swallowed heavily as he watched and felt as Christian moved his finger back and forth in him.  “Oh.  Oh.  Oh.”

 

“Come, Quentin.  Come.”

 

Quentin bit his bottom lip as orgasm took hold once again.  His spasming body forcing Christian to follow.  The man under him quickly throwing him on to his back shoving into him hard again and again and again as the pleasure rode a fine line with pain.

 

Silence filled the room as Christian continued the slow thrusting. Seeking to leave as much of himself in the other man as he possible could.

 

“Oh,” Quentin whispered softly as the other man continued to shove into him.  Even though he was starting to soften.

 

“Are you alright Quentin?” 

 

“Yeah, yeah.  I’m okay.  I feel like I’ve been run over by a Greyhound bus.”  Quentin tilted his head back, laughing happily.  “I have never felt better in my life.  I feel whole.”

 

Christian chuckled against his neck.  “Good. I’m glad you realized that you’re really not that bad.”

 

“I thought I need what was missing to be whole.  You proved to me that I can be whole no matter what.”

 

“I’m glad.  Really glad.  Quentin?”

 

“Hmm?’

 

“You’ve worn me out.  Want to take a nap.  We can do this again when I have my energy back”

 

“Really?”  Quentin asked hopefully.

 

“Yeah.  I’ll let you ride me again if you ask nice,” Christian told him, settling the blankets over them both.  Christian still very much a part of the body under him.

 

Quentin wrapped his arms and legs around the Christian. “I’d like that very much,” he murmured contently.  After a moment he closed his eyes following Christian into sleep.