Hunted

Maybe it was silly. Maybe showing up to talk to an old friend at the cafe was childish when his intentions were only to see someone else. Was that unfair to the old friend? Probably, but that didn't stop him from doing it anyway.

Leandor closed his notepad and gazed at his companion over the rim of his mug. There wasn't much more relaxing than the smell and warm taste of a cappuccino. There was really no need to call Bradley to continue the interview. In fact, he had to make up new questions, but focused mainly on the guy's opinions to certain random crime-related subjects. None of it was going to be used for the article. It was all simply an excuse to get to that neighbourhood in the hopes of seeing Zach.

Why would he go to all that trouble just to see some Bible humper? Well, he knew it was hopeless to convince himself he just found the man interesting to talk to. It was a crush; as immature as it was to use that term, he wasn't willing to call it anything more. There was nothing about Zach that usually appealed to him, but it did anyway. Worst of all, the man he couldn't get out of his head wasn't anything like a living doll. Not small enough, innocent enough, or opinion-less enough.

Not that it mattered, the interview was over and he'd have to head home soon. Was out of excuses and Zach never showed up. He placed the mug back down on the table. He leaned back and smirked contently at Bradley. "You've been a tremendous help... Remind me again why I've never slept with you?"

The man laughed again; it was a sound you'd have to get used to in order to be around him much. "Perhaps because I'm straight? I always thought that was it..."

"Oh yes, that would explain it. Really is unfortunate that sexuality gets in the way of sex." His attention went back to the door hopefully, but only a group of women were entering. "Next time we get together, I think we should try for alcohol. You're easier when you're drunk, right?"

"What, you're going to get me real drunk and wear drag, so I can't tell the difference?" Bradley laughed heartily, obviously not very serious about his suspicion. "Yeah, we could go out drinking one of these days. If there's somewhere that'd let us both in."

He chuckled and got up to his feet, taking his coat off the back of his chair. "Drats! I'll have to go out and buy a new little black dress." He walked around the table to lean over and give Bradley a playful kiss on the cheek before he started toward the door. "Call me sometime, loverboy."

"Will do!" The other man responded, apparently content to be left behind with his second pastry of the evening.

The best friends were the ones who didn't take him seriously. Although the ones that did were quite fun too. Leandor glanced over his shoulder at his good friend as he opened the door and headed out. Next thing he knew, he was bumping into someone. Startled, he stepped back and looked to see what the obstacle was. When he laid eyes on the tall redhead, his breath got caught in his throat. It was the one he had been waiting for, and yet he hadn't a clue what to say.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and managed to speak as calmly as possible. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. Pleasure to see you again, Zach."

The redhead raised an eyebrow momentarily, but gave a light smile soon after. At least he didn't seem unhappy to see him. "Good afternoon, Leandor. Any news about the ones threatening you?"

"Apparently it was some man named 'Rick' working with some behemoth I angered a few days ago. Probably not anything worth worrying about." He paused. Had to be some kind of excuse he could use to stay a bit longer. Glancing down at his watch, he reviewed his schedule for the rest of the night in his head. "There's still a bit of time before I must go prey on some little ducklings." He flashed a playful grin, though his words were purely experimental. "Sounds like another chance for you to save my mortal soul. Busy?"

"Mrs. Jennings' sleep and our safety are worth worrying about." Zach wrapped an arm behind Leandor's back, nodding towards the staircase. "Maybe we should have a talk in private about this. For one thing, I'd like to know who this behemoth is."

Leandor sighed and headed toward the stairs. Of course, had to protect Mrs. Jennings' beauty sleep. Couldn't really complain though, at least he was going to have some time alone with Zach, and that was plenty more than he imagined he'd get a minute ago. "You're making me wish I had more information. If I knew you were going to touch me, I'd have marched down there and interrogated the peeping-tom myself."

As they started ascending, Zach smiled lightly, arm still draped around the blond. "Now I'm curious. Why would me touching you make a difference?" His voice was amused, almost teasing.

"Don't tell me you've already forgotten? I'm surprised at you, Zach. You of all people should be wary of my calamitous sins." He smoothed out the jacket folded over his arm as he walked, picking off a piece of stray fuzz. "Even the most innocent of touches is enough to motivate me to do incredible things. I could be a super hero."

Zach's eyes drifted to the floor for a moment. "Yeah, about that..." he started in a reluctant voice, before swallowing visibly. "I guess the world isn't as black and white as I thought, 'Lance'."

"Oh?" Leandor eyed Zach for a moment. Of course it was always hard for stubborn men to admit they weren't completely right about something, but that was the last person he expected to hear it from. "That's rather mature of you to say... You are the same Zach I met at the church aren't you, or have I encountered his open-minded twin?"

Unlocking and opening a door, the redhead turned to place a quick kiss on his cheek. "I talked to a priest and a scholar today. Thought I'd see if I could learn a bit more." He pulled Leandor in with him, then closed the door behind him.

The room they entered was in dark colours, a big mirror and an almost as large crucifix dominated the view. The thorns and the scream of the latter made it look rather painful. How could someone have that as the first thing they saw when they got home every day?

Zach smiled at him, then withdrew his arm to start untying his boots. "What do you want to drink? Coffee, tea, wine?"

Yes, must have been an open-minded twin. He took off his leather shoes and took a few steps toward the crucifix. Was certainly tacky, and it made him very glad he was an atheist. "I suppose you're not on the menu? Wine will be just fine then."

As soon as he'd dealt with his shoes and jacket, Zach disappeared through one of the doors. Leandor followed close behind into a much lighter room, the kitchen. Having retrieved two glasses from a cupboard, he handed them over to the other man. Zach stretched up to grab a bottle off the top shelf, then smirked as he ushered the blond back towards the hallway. "I'm not an appetizer, my friend," he said in a near-hiss, "I'm a main course."

And yet more surprises. Leandor looked at the man trying to hide his shock. That was the last person he'd expect to respond to idle flirting like that. When he regained his wits, he forced a light chuckle. "Great, I was hoping you'd be serving tenderloin." He walked over to hop up on the counter so he could watch everything the man did. "You're teasing me now, aren't you? It's hardly fair to lead me on."

The redhead left the bottle on the counter near the door, then returned back to Leandor. "Listen, 'Lance'..." he started as he wrapped one arm around the blond's back, the other pulling his head down, "this 'Lance' has waited far too long already." With that, he parted Leandor's lips, his tongue sliding inwards determinedly. As it lapped softly against the resident tongue, Leandor could recognise a faint touch of rosehip.

Far too stunned to react right away, it took him a good few moments before he started contributing to the kiss. If he told any of his friends what was happening, none of them would believe it. He slipped an arm over the man's shoulders and used his leg to hook around to pull the man closer. "Now I'm very curious. Are you a virgin?"

With a smile, Zach took the glasses and put them on the counter. "Would 'not for much longer' be the answer you're hoping for?" One of his arms wrapped back around the other arm, and he took two steps backwards. His free hand slipped under Leandor's backside, and without wasting further time, he started carrying the blond towards the hallway.

"Close. The answer I was hoping for was, 'Yes, oh great and powerful sex-master, I am a virgin and therefore I shall bend over for you all night long!' Or would that be wishful thinking?" He looked down, unsure of how comfortable to be about being picked up. Shrugging it off, he playfully ran his tongue along Zach's jaw and up to the earlobe.

Zach flashed an amused grin as he covered the few steps to another door. He struggled a bit with opening it, but eventually managed. As he paced into the living-room, he panted lightly into Leandor's ear. "I can get closer." His brow furrowed in an effort to remember, then he started, "yes, great sex master, I am a virgin, and therefore I shall bend you over all night long!"

He frowned and absently played with the man's red hair. Somehow he expected that, but it would be a terrible lie if he claimed it didn't make him nervous. In a soft whisper, he said, "I suppose that would make us both rather inexperienced. Do you have lubricants hidden around here?"

After an idle kiss on Leandor's cheek, Zach smiled. "Well, I got some oils and lotions. You'll know what works, won't you?" The bedroom door was already open, so he nudged it open with his foot. When he reached the bed, he laid the blond gently down, but remained standing.

"Both would do, but I personally prefer oils." Leandor gazed curiously at the man and then pushed himself to sit up. He couldn't imagine how plain old lust could be strong enough to motivate him to bend over, but there was no other logical explanation. He slowly began unbuttoning his shirt and casually added, "whatever you choose, we're going to need lots of it."

Seeming to enjoy that last comment, Zach took a few steps towards the door. "I'll be with you in a moment!" He said as he disappeared, and the rapid footsteps that were heard gave away that the man was rather impatient.

Getting to his feet, Leandor shed the shirt and stepped toward a window. Naturally that would be a perfect time to snoop, but he wasn't interested. Probably wouldn't find anything but religious paraphernalia anyway. He gazed out the glass and shook his head. If there were some cosmic forces in the universe, they had an awfully annoying sense of humour. Some real jokers, making him fall for a virgin top who didn't even own a bottle of lube. "If you think this will convert me to being a bottom, think again," He glared out at nothing in particular. Realising how silly that was, he laughed to himself and returned to the bed.

When he finally reappeared, Zach had a brown bottle in his hand. He climbed up on the bed on his knees, bringing a hand to Leandor's bare chest. His fingers traced the skin with curious fascination, and he smirked contently as he shifted closer for easier access.

It was too cute. Never thought that word would ever apply to a man taller and stronger than him, but it seemed to fit. Leandor smiled and took the bottle to give it a sniff. What was that, cooking oil? He was tempted to ask if Zach intended to fry him up when they were done, but managed to keep that part to himself. Had to work with what they had, so he brought a hand down to work with the other man's belt. "Is your whole wardrobe like this? You should let me take you shopping. You'd look so fucking sexy in leather."

Zach let out a drawn out sigh while sliding a hand into the blond hair. He tilted his head, then kissed Leandor eagerly again. His other hand moved down to the button and zipper of his companion's pants, undoing them before pulling back. "We can go shopping sometime soon. Judging by your changing styles, I guess your wardrobe is rather varied already, but I'm sure we could find something for you as well."

"As long as it's not a cassock, I'll wear anything you want." He pulled the belt out and tossed it to the floor before undoing the man's pants and pushing them down. Impatience was creeping in, but he tried to fight it. Would it be best to move slow or do it quickly? Virgins weren't unfamiliar to him, but virgin tops certainly were. Patience with his usual prey was something he mastered a long time ago, but this was different. With a shaky exhale, he placed heated kisses along Zach's neck as he began to free the man of his shirt.

Leandor could feel the other man's breath against his neck make the skin wet. Zach was eagerly tugging his black slacks down, then helped him with the shirt to leave them both stark naked. The redhead pulled back a bit, smirking as he glanced over at the bottle for an instant. When his eyes settled back on his face, they were swimming with lust, and the blond felt a hand settle on his hip. "No cassock? That's a shame, you'd look cute in that... but a pink silky dress would work as well."

"That's odd. You're the second person tonight who has suggested a dress." Leandor took one of Zach's hands and ran his tongue over the middle finger. With a playful wink, he caught the fingertip gently between his teeth as he opened the bottle of oil. He spoke again jokingly as he poured a bit out into the man's hand. "If we're going for women's clothing, it should be blue to match my eyes... Please tell me you know how to prepare?"

The man wore an amused smile as he leant in to kiss him quickly on the lips. "Not yet..." His clean hand left the hip again, moving up to Leandor's chest and started pushing him down onto his back. He placed a few soft kisses on the blond's torso, taking care not to spill any of the oil anywhere. "Can't we wait with the preparations till next time?"

'Oh god, tell me he's joking!' Such a frightening thought. Bottoming without preparations? No way. He spread his legs and took the man's oiled hand to direct it down where it should be. "As much as I would love to have my ass bleeding all over your beautiful bed, I'd like to be able to walk tomorrow. Now, if you don't mind, I want you to put a finger in."

Looking dumbly at his face for a moment, Zach smirked and shrugged, then proceeded to take as much of the oil as he could onto a finger. He spread the cheeks of Lee's ass and quickly put the first coated digit against the entrance. Pushing forward gently, lacking the necessary force to pry the muscles apart, he looked up at the blond's face with concern - as if the possibility of pain hadn't crossed his mind yet. "I don't want to hurt you... think you could try to relax up a bit?"

The blond nodded slowly, having forgotten himself for a moment. Hadn't realized how tense he had become, but it was probably just nerves. Old fears couldn't be forgotten so easily, even if it was for an attractive redheaded Bible humper. With a deep breath, Leandor forced himself to relax as much as he could. "Alright, continue."

Pushing forward tentatively, Zach eventually got the first digit inside. He brought it around gently, trying to stretch the first ring a little. Soon after, he leant forward over the smaller body, teasingly flickering his tongue up a cheek to whisper, "anything else I should know about before I get too excited?"

"Yes." Leandor faked a worried frown as he suppressed a groan. Being stretched wasn't so bad yet, though he knew the pain was still to come. It wasn't the fingers he was afraid of; it was the aforementioned 'tenderloin'. In a jokingly hushed mutter, he mentioned, "I should probably tell you, I stopped taking birth control. Oh wait, nevermind. The dress thing has me all flummoxed."

He heard a soft chuckle against his cheek. The blond couldn't remember hearing that from his religious companion, but liked having his humour appreciated. Despite guidance being requested, step two was apparently obvious enough; he felt a second coated finger press itself slowly inside him, and scissoring soon ensued. "You know what? I think a leather mini-skirt and long, blue latex gloves will look better than a pink dress..."

The blond grinned, taking the moments he could to enjoy the man's voice. It wasn't like with his living dolls – they weren't exactly skilled at conversation – because this man he enjoyed speaking with, and it was starting to become more of a turn on than he would expect. "Mm, I must admit I love a good pair of gloves. Are you trying to make an androgynous twink out of me? Perhaps I shouldn't be so quick to reject the cassock."

A third finger was inserted, and he could hear the other man's breath grow increasingly erratic. Zach's tongue played with his earlobe for a moment, then he lifted his head up to shake it. "Nah. A cassock wouldn't be you. Although, a studded collar..." he grinned sheepishly, then leant down to bite gently at a nipple. Scissoring ended soon after, the fingers gradually sliding deeper inside him by way of controlled thrusts.

It took a lot of work to avoid tensing up. It was indeed very painful already, but the pleasure was beginning to flare up just enough to keep him hooked. He shivered and closed his eyes, blindly weaving his fingers into the red hair. "I suppose this means I'll be shopping for BDSM supplies tomorrow..." His voice came out more shaky and lustful than he intended. "Grease up, Zach. It's due time I rob you of your innocence – though with all this talk of latex and collars, I'm wondering if you ever had it."

Zach let his body fall gently down onto his companion - a bit heavy, but Leandor could cope - and the hand that freed slid quickly into the blond hair. Once again his mouth was seized... although this time, maybe 'devoured' would've been a better term. The fingers left his interior, and he heard the man fiddle with the bottle. "You have no idea how many friends I have who would die without such garments..." He said with a vague hint of jealousy, then positioned his manhood against Leandor's entrance, starting to push inwards immediately.

Leandor groaned quietly and glanced down as if he'd be able to see it. Not quite the same view from the bottom, but he didn't know what else to do to relieve that pain. Did all his living dolls suffer through that first? He forced a deep, unsteady breath to try and relax his body, but it clenched automatically. "Fuck... How big are you, five inches thick?"

Stopping there, Zach brought a hand down to the sheet again to push himself back up. He looked down with worry written on his face, bringing his free hand to graze Leandor's cheek. "Man... You're so incredibly tight! Is it always like this?" The voice was so husky with lust, the blond had to listen closely to make out the words.

"Not always..." Leandor swallowed hard and blinked slowly at the other man. It was hard to form words when half of him wanted to scream and the other half wanted to moan. "Some get looser with use." He paused briefly then cracked a knowing smile. "An unbroken ass feels damn good, doesn't it? Keep going; I'm fine."

"Unbroken ass? You?" The redhead let out a baffled laugh, then took him up on the offer, pushing steadily inwards. "Oh yes," he panted happily, "it does indeed feel very good..." Zach struggled to smile a little before his breath and lust demanded him to break it again. He curved his neck, sliding his tongue intently over Leandor's neck.

Would probably regret letting that tidbit slip, but at the moment Leandor couldn't care less if someone knew he hadn't been on the bottom before. He let out a sigh – bordering on a moan – and bent his legs up further in the hopes of lessening the pain. After awhile, when it started getting far less uncomfortable and making him want it even more, he muttered a quiet, "I'll deny this later, but this doesn't suck."

As his glance drifted down the blond's body, Zach nodded down at the neglected erection. "Should I..." he asked in a husky, near-whisper, then planted a quick kiss on Leandor's lips. Retracting his manhood a little, he thrusted back in, nudging the sweet spot briefly in the process.

"Yes, please." Leandor put a hand on the back of Zach's neck to pull the man down enough to claim his lips. The desire was there, but he was far too distracted by the penetration to keep a kiss going. He panted and bit back another moan. "Go faster..."

Zach let out a stuttered groan as he finally was buried inside all the way to the hilt. He brought a shaky hand down to wrap around the blond's manhood, then laid his cheek down against Leandor's, panting erratically. The feelings where clearly starting to overwhelm the redhead, but the pumping settled into a wonderful rhythm, and soon the thrusts through his passage matched it.

That man was too cute and surely there'd be a chance to appreciate it later. The further they went, the more impossible it became to think of anything other than what was happening. He considered restarting the conversation but didn't have enough braincells to tear away from his groin long enough to remember what they had been talking about. He ran his hand down Zach's side and up again until it came to rest on the man's shoulder, giving a weak squeeze for encouragement.

The man on top of him kept increasing his power and pace gradually. He raised his head back up with eyes lustfully squinted. "I knew I was going to like this, but I had no idea it'd be this good..." Zach panted gratefully, then managed to force out a smile, moving his entire body with the thrusts.

Even if those words would have been the same regardless of whose ass was being plowed, Leandor couldn't help but be flattered. Between pants, he nodded and responded, "I wouldn't have spent a half a dozen years chasing innocent boys if it weren't." He gave a throaty laugh only to have it crack with a wanton sigh.

"Guess not." Zach responded with a smile, leaning down again for another eager kiss. His pumping became all the more insistent as their lips parted, and he heaved for breath for a while before speaking. "You're probably real good at this, so you have -" The redhead's voice broke out into a loud moan, and he needed a few seconds to gather up enough air to finish. "... a lot of teaching ahead of you. I like beautiful, knowledgeable people."

More flattery. The personal touch was almost enough to make him swoon in that mental state. He was too far gone to respond the way he wanted to. Words were all out of reach. As the thrusts continued to push him further and further over the edge, he moaned at the pleasure enveloping his body. Soon, he was unable to hold it in any longer and his release erupted from him, spilling over his companion's hand and his own stomach. It wasn't long after that the movements were brought to an end with the erection pounding into him releasing deep inside.

The only sound that was heard for a moment was Zach's loud pants. The redhead's eyes were closed, but that didn't prevent him from finding a cheek below him, giving it a quick flick with his tongue. He finally swallowed and pulled out, then laid down on his back next to the blond. "Leandor... thank you..."

"For what?" Leandor took a deep breath and turned his head to eye the man with what little strength he had left. "For helping you see that homosexuality is a good thing, or because I sacrificed my ability to walk for the chance to corrupt you?" He shifted, propping himself up on one arm. "I'm sure I've been a pain in the ass for the last couple days too, so I guess this makes us even. Next time we'll do it in my car. I've got some real lubrication down there that won't leave us smelling like fried food at the end."

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This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here: http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260