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Is that a pole in our bedroom or are you just happy to see me?
Okay, I think I just shot myself in the foot. Ha! Next attempt: Liam and Hades - when the balls dropped. I don't know if that will be the title but it works for now. The LOYAL also want Skelly and Lanny. And Bruce? Poor little burnt paw Bruce. eeeerrrr, Ii'll think about that one, mateys
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Is that a pole in our bedroom or are you just happy to see me?
by
Kiix
Word Count: 7090
Completed November 23, 2007 at 1:48 p.m.
Pairings: Sex X Claudius
The elevator doors slid back and I let go the huge yawn that was trying to escape during that boring meeting. I felt my jaw crack. I winced and closed my mouth but then just yawned again. I didn’t even need to be there. Legal and Contracts could have handled it.
Boorrrring. I shook my head as I yawned again. I think I needed some shut eye.
I stepped out into the corridor of the penthouse and as I turned to the right I bumped into a huge packing box. I pushed at it. It was empty.
Oh god, he was at it again.
We were going to run out of room--again. I thought I at least had about six months before he started filling every cranny. I read the shipping label. The Toy Room? I had no idea what my ‘muzh’ was getting now.
I pulled the elastics out of my hair and raked my fingers through my scalp. I was tired. “Kitty?” Nothing. Maybe he was out? I paused by the telephone. I could call security and find out when he left. No. I don’t need to keep tabs on him every hour of the day. Gees, he’s over five hundred years old.
I trudged to the bedroom. Well then, I’d get some sleep while he was gone. I didn’t sleep much when he was around but damn, it fun staying awake with him. I kicked off my shoes at the doorway and dropped clothes behind me in a trail until I was left in my fire engine red silk boxers. I gave one more yawn and flopped face first down on the bed.
Sleep. Good.
Ra,ra,dah dah dah. I startled awake. I pulled my face out of my drooled upon pillow and twisted around. Holy Moly. I went to sleep in our bedroom and woke up in a bump & grind house. Blink. Blink, blink. My mind might not have comprehended it, but my body had no problem jumping to ludicrous speed in one heartbeat. My Sasha was being naughty.
Bad kitty. Bad, bad kitty. Give me some more.
Apparently the Toy Room stocked brass stripper poles. I would never suspect that my refined Russian would be…ohmgod…dry humping a gleaming brass cylinder while wearing that painted on black patent leather hunting gear I so loved to see him in. It accentuated very ripple and shimmy. His hands closed around the pole and he swung around it a couple of times until he corkscrewed down to his knees.
The music was the Pussycat Dolls. I would never have though that he would still like them…even to do this. The music pounded out, “Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?” God no. Sasha already had a salute from me. He paused and his arctic blues looked straight at me.
“Hard day at the office?” His eyes moved down to my tented boxers.
My mouth had dried up completely. Perched in his loose black lock as two perky black ears. You play dirty, kitty.
I moved to climb off the bed. He held up his hand and pointed a finger at me. “No touching the performer during a set.” He transferred his hands back to the pole and swung the other way. I transferred my hands to the covers. I wanted to bury my hands in that hair of his. I had pole envy. I wanted that black wingkitty to be swinging around me like that.
Sasha…Sasha?....SASHA! He stopped facing away from me with the brass pole between us. He straightened his legs and bent over pushing that stunning ass up against the off colored gold pole. He turned his head, his hair dragging on the floor but his eyes searched for mine. When he was positive he had my attention, he flexed his knees to rub his ass on the pole like a cat in heat.
I shredded the comforter. Feathers flew everywhere. I didn’t care if he wanted to so a full set as a male stripper. I jumped off the bed and latched onto him like a pale white leech. He wasn’t ready and we ended up toppling over onto the carpet. Somehow I ended up sprawled under him. His eyes narrowed for a moment. My Sasha didn’t like to be hurried for any reason, no matter how small. Eer, not really small. I pressed my hips up into him.
“Sex?” Both of his arms were braced on the carpet on either side of my head.
“I have an erection for you.” I groaned up to him and proved it by rocking against him.
“I had another dance prepared.”
“Mission accomplished.”
He grinned and wrapped my hair in his hands. “Have you not learned that patience is a virtue?”
“Oh, I threw virtue away years ago.”
“Lucky for me.” Sasha’s clovey goodness was strong because he had been sweating up a storm. I inhaled and sank my fingers into his hips, pulling him down so I could grind into him. “Lucky, lucky me.”
He sat heavily on my hips trapping my hard cock between us, in a not so pleasurable way but then he began to buck forward. Uhhhh…hhhhhuuuuuu. That was good. His hair fell forward like a blackout curtain as he began to kiss my face. A gentle kiss at my forehead. On my eyelids. A gentle scrape on my cheek. A kiss. A kiss of equals. He didn’t demand. He offered. I took his offer, sucked on his tongue and upped the ante.
It didn’t take much for my boxers to fly away. Peeling Sasha out of those leathers…well, I didn’t mind being the only one naked. I closed my eyes and writhed on the carpet beneath him. Hmmmmmm. Hmmm? I popped on eye open as I felt something way too familiar, way too soon. Sasha had me in hand and was settling back against me. “Wait…”
He paused and looked down at me. His hair was everywhere and one kitty ear was cantilevered sideways on his head. His lips were bruised red from our kissing but his flame…that glorious flame was in full burn. “I have been waiting for you all day. Do not fret, Fallen. I am prepared.”
Gaccckkk. He was prepared all right. His portal enveloped me with slick ease. I found his free hand and intertwined fingers. My gaze narrowed as he tossed back his head with deelite. That really showed off his long fang worth neck. My fangs tingled and began to descend. I had no control with this vampire. Huhhh. He took me to the tip then allowed me entrance again. I think his goal was to drive us both insane before this night was ended.
My Sasha in sexual heat is something to be admired. Devoured. I bucked up into him. His hand moved off his portal and came down to my chest. Not the push button start. Not the….aaahhhhhhh.
Sasha directed traffic. He gave me the green light. He gave me the caution. He made me yield but it was so worth the wait. His crisis hit. Ha! His wings flared out and up. I lost myself in the vision of his darkness. I came and fell apart in his arms and wings. I was barely breathing but was enveloped by the clove factory.
“Fallen?”
I just sighed and laid back in his arms. I kind of slid around on his patent leather shirt like a little greased piggy. snort,snort I got my hips trapped on other side by his akimbo knees. I started up at the big brass pole. I’d never think of firemen the same way ever again.
“You liked it?”
I patted his hand that was now locked around my chest. “Yeah. What did you do now?”
He stilled. “What are you implying, Fallen?”
“Not that I don’t appreciate your naughty kitty…but you only trot him out when you want me to do something, I really don’t want to do.”
“I do?”
“You do. Spill it.”
“I cleared the warehouse and authorized an auction. I had some very valuable antiques in there.”
I let my eyebrows frown. “What has this got to do with naughty kitty?”
“I started collecting again.” Ah, here is it. “I was out bid on a wonderful ming vase. It would have been the focal point of my new collection…”
“Is this going to take long? I’ve got rug burn on my shoulders.”
“Patience. The purchaser approached me with an offer. Sex, the arc angel staring in their ad campaign for the vase.”
Wow, I was an arc angel now. I guess that was better than the white demon of death. Still… “You told him no, right?”
There was just the sound of breathing in my ear.
“Sasha, you told him no, right?”
“As soon as I have it lit properly, you will see just how exquisite it truly is.”
I tried to sit up but he had a tight grip on me. “You traded me for a vase!”
“No, I did not trade you for a vase. I sold your image. Besides, he is a Vampire. He knows who you are. I told him that he cannot have the arch angel without Lucifier. Where you go, so go I, Fallen.”
I got all warm and fuzzy again. “What are we hawking?”
“Feather beds.”
What? I giggled. “You’re kidding.”
“We would know feathers.”
“True. Fine, okay. As long as you’re doing it with me.”
Sasha turned his head and whispered into my ear. “I will be going it with you for all of eternity if I had my way.”
I shivered. He chuckled then dragged me off the floor and plopped me in the middle of the bed. Okay, we now have a brass pole permanently fixated to the ceiling. “You get to explain to the winglets.”
Sasha flopped down beside and began to nuzzle leisurely. “Next time, you get to use it.”
I laughed and snuggled back into him. Payback was a bitch. And I was just the bitch to get it done.
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soooo, wha cha think?
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Is that a pole in our bedroom or are you just happy to see me?
by
Kiix
Word Count: 7090
Completed November 23, 2007 at 1:48 p.m.
Pairings: Sex X Claudius
The elevator doors slid back and I let go the huge yawn that was trying to escape during that boring meeting. I felt my jaw crack. I winced and closed my mouth but then just yawned again. I didn’t even need to be there. Legal and Contracts could have handled it.
Boorrrring. I shook my head as I yawned again. I think I needed some shut eye.
I stepped out into the corridor of the penthouse and as I turned to the right I bumped into a huge packing box. I pushed at it. It was empty.
Oh god, he was at it again.
We were going to run out of room--again. I thought I at least had about six months before he started filling every cranny. I read the shipping label. The Toy Room? I had no idea what my ‘muzh’ was getting now.
I pulled the elastics out of my hair and raked my fingers through my scalp. I was tired. “Kitty?” Nothing. Maybe he was out? I paused by the telephone. I could call security and find out when he left. No. I don’t need to keep tabs on him every hour of the day. Gees, he’s over five hundred years old.
I trudged to the bedroom. Well then, I’d get some sleep while he was gone. I didn’t sleep much when he was around but damn, it fun staying awake with him. I kicked off my shoes at the doorway and dropped clothes behind me in a trail until I was left in my fire engine red silk boxers. I gave one more yawn and flopped face first down on the bed.
Sleep. Good.
Ra,ra,dah dah dah. I startled awake. I pulled my face out of my drooled upon pillow and twisted around. Holy Moly. I went to sleep in our bedroom and woke up in a bump & grind house. Blink. Blink, blink. My mind might not have comprehended it, but my body had no problem jumping to ludicrous speed in one heartbeat. My Sasha was being naughty.
Bad kitty. Bad, bad kitty. Give me some more.
Apparently the Toy Room stocked brass stripper poles. I would never suspect that my refined Russian would be…ohmgod…dry humping a gleaming brass cylinder while wearing that painted on black patent leather hunting gear I so loved to see him in. It accentuated very ripple and shimmy. His hands closed around the pole and he swung around it a couple of times until he corkscrewed down to his knees.
The music was the Pussycat Dolls. I would never have though that he would still like them…even to do this. The music pounded out, “Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?” God no. Sasha already had a salute from me. He paused and his arctic blues looked straight at me.
“Hard day at the office?” His eyes moved down to my tented boxers.
My mouth had dried up completely. Perched in his loose black lock as two perky black ears. You play dirty, kitty.
I moved to climb off the bed. He held up his hand and pointed a finger at me. “No touching the performer during a set.” He transferred his hands back to the pole and swung the other way. I transferred my hands to the covers. I wanted to bury my hands in that hair of his. I had pole envy. I wanted that black wingkitty to be swinging around me like that.
Sasha…Sasha?....SASHA! He stopped facing away from me with the brass pole between us. He straightened his legs and bent over pushing that stunning ass up against the off colored gold pole. He turned his head, his hair dragging on the floor but his eyes searched for mine. When he was positive he had my attention, he flexed his knees to rub his ass on the pole like a cat in heat.
I shredded the comforter. Feathers flew everywhere. I didn’t care if he wanted to so a full set as a male stripper. I jumped off the bed and latched onto him like a pale white leech. He wasn’t ready and we ended up toppling over onto the carpet. Somehow I ended up sprawled under him. His eyes narrowed for a moment. My Sasha didn’t like to be hurried for any reason, no matter how small. Eer, not really small. I pressed my hips up into him.
“Sex?” Both of his arms were braced on the carpet on either side of my head.
“I have an erection for you.” I groaned up to him and proved it by rocking against him.
“I had another dance prepared.”
“Mission accomplished.”
He grinned and wrapped my hair in his hands. “Have you not learned that patience is a virtue?”
“Oh, I threw virtue away years ago.”
“Lucky for me.” Sasha’s clovey goodness was strong because he had been sweating up a storm. I inhaled and sank my fingers into his hips, pulling him down so I could grind into him. “Lucky, lucky me.”
He sat heavily on my hips trapping my hard cock between us, in a not so pleasurable way but then he began to buck forward. Uhhhh…hhhhhuuuuuu. That was good. His hair fell forward like a blackout curtain as he began to kiss my face. A gentle kiss at my forehead. On my eyelids. A gentle scrape on my cheek. A kiss. A kiss of equals. He didn’t demand. He offered. I took his offer, sucked on his tongue and upped the ante.
It didn’t take much for my boxers to fly away. Peeling Sasha out of those leathers…well, I didn’t mind being the only one naked. I closed my eyes and writhed on the carpet beneath him. Hmmmmmm. Hmmm? I popped on eye open as I felt something way too familiar, way too soon. Sasha had me in hand and was settling back against me. “Wait…”
He paused and looked down at me. His hair was everywhere and one kitty ear was cantilevered sideways on his head. His lips were bruised red from our kissing but his flame…that glorious flame was in full burn. “I have been waiting for you all day. Do not fret, Fallen. I am prepared.”
Gaccckkk. He was prepared all right. His portal enveloped me with slick ease. I found his free hand and intertwined fingers. My gaze narrowed as he tossed back his head with deelite. That really showed off his long fang worth neck. My fangs tingled and began to descend. I had no control with this vampire. Huhhh. He took me to the tip then allowed me entrance again. I think his goal was to drive us both insane before this night was ended.
My Sasha in sexual heat is something to be admired. Devoured. I bucked up into him. His hand moved off his portal and came down to my chest. Not the push button start. Not the….aaahhhhhhh.
Sasha directed traffic. He gave me the green light. He gave me the caution. He made me yield but it was so worth the wait. His crisis hit. Ha! His wings flared out and up. I lost myself in the vision of his darkness. I came and fell apart in his arms and wings. I was barely breathing but was enveloped by the clove factory.
“Fallen?”
I just sighed and laid back in his arms. I kind of slid around on his patent leather shirt like a little greased piggy. snort,snort I got my hips trapped on other side by his akimbo knees. I started up at the big brass pole. I’d never think of firemen the same way ever again.
“You liked it?”
I patted his hand that was now locked around my chest. “Yeah. What did you do now?”
He stilled. “What are you implying, Fallen?”
“Not that I don’t appreciate your naughty kitty…but you only trot him out when you want me to do something, I really don’t want to do.”
“I do?”
“You do. Spill it.”
“I cleared the warehouse and authorized an auction. I had some very valuable antiques in there.”
I let my eyebrows frown. “What has this got to do with naughty kitty?”
“I started collecting again.” Ah, here is it. “I was out bid on a wonderful ming vase. It would have been the focal point of my new collection…”
“Is this going to take long? I’ve got rug burn on my shoulders.”
“Patience. The purchaser approached me with an offer. Sex, the arc angel staring in their ad campaign for the vase.”
Wow, I was an arc angel now. I guess that was better than the white demon of death. Still… “You told him no, right?”
There was just the sound of breathing in my ear.
“Sasha, you told him no, right?”
“As soon as I have it lit properly, you will see just how exquisite it truly is.”
I tried to sit up but he had a tight grip on me. “You traded me for a vase!”
“No, I did not trade you for a vase. I sold your image. Besides, he is a Vampire. He knows who you are. I told him that he cannot have the arch angel without Lucifier. Where you go, so go I, Fallen.”
I got all warm and fuzzy again. “What are we hawking?”
“Feather beds.”
What? I giggled. “You’re kidding.”
“We would know feathers.”
“True. Fine, okay. As long as you’re doing it with me.”
Sasha turned his head and whispered into my ear. “I will be going it with you for all of eternity if I had my way.”
I shivered. He chuckled then dragged me off the floor and plopped me in the middle of the bed. Okay, we now have a brass pole permanently fixated to the ceiling. “You get to explain to the winglets.”
Sasha flopped down beside and began to nuzzle leisurely. “Next time, you get to use it.”
I laughed and snuggled back into him. Payback was a bitch. And I was just the bitch to get it done.
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soooo, wha cha think?