Memory

Memory

Smutty resemblance to a wannabe plot brought to you by Queen Creepy.

Summary?
Anderson remembers a time with his lover…

Rating?
NC-17, for M/M sexualiziness. Yes, I made that word up. IT’S MINE! PWP. And so on.

Warning?
Umm…funky new writing style for me. Probably will be issues. Always are. Wrong spellings of the same word and so forth.

Comments?
Heh heh…surprise pairing. And smut ficlet. Pure smut. Not much more. If this is done right, you won’t be able to tell who it is until the very end.

Anderson: Unless you tell me now.

QC: No.

Disclaimer:
Don’t own em, sadly.

Anderson: Actually, we que quite thankful for it.

QC: Bite me, priestie. You won’t be so happy when you see who you’re with.

Anderson: …-twitch. Scenarios run through mind.- …Oh Christ. It’s not Renaldo, is it?

QC: Not telling…la dee daa…

Anderson: C’mon, me at least?

QC: Nein. I can’t hear yoooou.

Feedback?
Please? I love you?

Dedicate:
My readers (or the people who are bored enough to say, ‘Hey, let’s see what this piece of dog vomit is’ and click in), Fake, the Disney Channel…the usual.

Anderson: Oh hell, it’s not Ferguson, is it?

QC: I AM NOT TELLLINNNNNG~(musicnote)

Anderson: …It’s over. The Fat Lady has sung.

QC: SHATUP! –smack.-

Anderson: Just tell me!

QC: NEIN!

Anderson: YOU AIN’T GERMAN!

QC: AND YOU AIN’T AMERICAN, YET YOU USE WORDS LIKE AIN’T! YOU AIN’T BRITISH EITHER!

Anderson: True…tell me, anyway.

QC: N. O. No.



Anderson always remembers his lover well after times like this. The smaller man presses up against the gigantic blonde, grinding their bodies heatedly together, one pale, the other darkly tanned. Anderson moans softly, taking the pale hips under the smooth clothing into his hands, caressing and squeezing as he buries his face into his lover’s soft hair, drinking deep of the wondrous scent the smaller seemed to have crawling all over him. The shorter and leaner stood on the tips of his toes, wrapping an arm around the muscular tan neck, drawing the scarred face down for a kiss. Anderson pushes back, using the differences in their weights and balance to settle the smaller form upon a finely made desk, nearly kneeling to keep their lips locked in a passionate and frantic embrace.

The blonde paladin thrusts his tongue almost violently in and out of his lover’s mouth, frantic with lust and longing. His partner had been away from the blonde far too long, and it was times like these he felt an almost animalistic longing to take the smaller man, reclaiming and reaffirming their physical relationship. As he begins to undo the buttons on his lover’s clothes, paler hands doing the same, without breaking their oral contact, his mind wanders over a different set of contemplations. Also during these times, Anderson felt the urge to slow down, and gently make love to the smaller man, curling up beside him in a proper bedding place, and just staying with him the way they always show in movies after the sex scene the characters agonized over for the first hour of the movie. But as the smaller man’s hands scratch down a muscular torso, Anderson groans and nearly lies on top of him, forcing him to the desk. There is time for cuddling and sweet little words later. Now, the pair just needs to feel one another.

Fingers claw across bodies as well as wood, canines scratching and mouths biting, leaving passion’s bruises for the next few days. The paladin gasped, gripping muscular thighs in his hands as he licked and sucked his way down a smooth chest, stopping to suckle and play with small, bead-like nipples, causing the one with fingers intertwined within blonde hair to gasp and jerk, squirm and whimper, begging in a soft, need strained voice. Anderson smirked, green eyes glinting mischievously, glasses removed earlier before this little tryst began, as he lowers his head, and laps at sensitive skin around the base of the straining erection, toying with the prickly hairs, watching the man squirm and moan while he makes little thrusting motions as he cries in need. The blonde lowered his head, even more, and presses a small kiss to the tip of the weeping manhood.

As he engulfs the entire length in one bob of his head, the man above him cries out in passion and pleasure, accompanied by digging short clipped nails into the blonde’s scalp. Anderson doesn’t even wince as he suckles harshly, while he slips a hand under the man to thrust a finger into the tight entrance hidden there. The man moans loudly while he rocks his hips back and forth, and thrusts into the warm mouth, while he grinds back against the slightly thick finger.

Anderson hums softly against the cock in his mouth while he joins a second finger to the first, making scissor motions to prepare the keening man, who thrashes and writhes in between these wonderful tortures. A third finger joins its siblings, and the man above him whimpers pleas to be taken, lust taking both men too far gone. Anderson swallows one last time, then stands, and soon undoes the button on his slacks and takes down the zipper. The man spreads his legs while he rubs a hand up and down Anderson’s flesh, trying to lubricate at least minutely. The blonde paladin steps forward, rubbing his cock against the other’s entrance, then growls and tongues the smaller’s ear as he thrusts in, almost violently.

The man below him on the desk keens, and wraps his legs around the muscular tanned waist. The blonde smirks, and leans down, capturing lipslips in a fierce kiss as he begins to thrust. They squirm and thrust together, locked together as if life itself depended upon the embrace. The man below Anderson pulls away first, biting down the slick neck above him, leaving teeth marks as the paladin breaks his rhythm as he groans in a mix of pleasure-pain, forcibly making the larger man stab his erection in and out, making the smaller nearly scream in pleasure. Anderson forcibly reclaims the other’s lips before this happens although, and seems to cautiously break a hand from it’s resting place to pump his lover’s cock in time with his thrusts. A hand slid away from his hip and gripped onto his wrist, helping with the furious jerking motions, sweat aiding the masturbation and the delicious slick friction the two crave.

Anderson bites down harshly on his lover’s lips as he comes, and he licks away the metallic tang from his love’s mouth. The smaller man clenches his hand on Anderson’s wrist, and returns the bite favor, also gentle tongue motions as their passion cools, while eyes bore into each other, and search the depths of the other’s soul. The blonde finally pulls away, and yet still stares deep into those lovely eyes. He feels as if he could get lost in the pools of color, and seems to lose himself in a daze.

It is his lover’s soft peal of tired laughter that draws him back to the room.

“So…how was that, Alexander? Good enough to keep in your memory?”

“Of course, Maxwell. That was a hell of a ride.”

-end-

QC: Yes, passion’s bruises is supposed to be that way.

Anderson: …-O.O-…

QC: -giggles.- I can see the freaky face on Fake and her Alucard now.

Anderson: …Fake’s Alucard is going to kill you for this. So is Fake’s Walter.

QC: True. By the way, anyone confused by the pairing, it’s Anderson/Maxwell. Just in case the writing style messed with your head.

Anderson: …Maxwell…is…my…BOSS, YOU GODDAMNED FREAK!

QC: AND ALUCARD IS YOUR RIVAL AND I WATCH THE DISNEY CHANNEL FOR INSPIRATION! POINT?!

Anderson: …

QC: Good. This may become a series…of surprise pairings every chapter.

Anderson: …Fuckin’ hell, God, please no.

QC: Review, puhlease! Opinions wanted! Criticisms observed! Flames…well, ignored. Tell me who you thought it was before t’was revealed! If it seems I describe certain details over and over…well, that’s how you tell who’s who apart. And if the end disappointed you…the good thing is you can still imagine anyone else in the riding seat. –shrug.- I hope.