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Adult +
Chapters:
2
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1,589
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2
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Part 2
Dark Room 2
Sean grimaced helplessly, his fingers folding the well-used paper he had found in his trailer three days ago. Just a simple piece of paper with five even simpler sentences on it. Sentences he had already committed firmly to memory. He sighed, reading them again.
"Damn it!" A strange rustling echoed through the room as the paper hit the wall. His fingers drummed on the table. Not even a minute later he got up and crossed the room.
Long, strong fingers picked the abused paper up, gently smoothing the creases out of it. Five sentences, an address, a time and a date.
He couldn't say why this damned thing had captured his attention. Tea, he decided. Tea was what he needed right now. "One, do not talk, neither in nor about Dark Room," he muttered to himself, inhaling deeply as the fresh scent of a wonderful Darjeeling teased his nose. "Two. Whatever happens in Dark Room, will not happen unconsensually." Curiously he glared at the kettle. Warm wisps of steam rose, swallowing his sigh. What the fuck was this Dark Room? And above all, did he dare find out?
"Three," the kettle whistled, "Do not meet or acknowledge each other ouside Dark Room." Did that mean he could always chicken out and no one would ever call him on it? The water hit the aromatic leaves.
"Four," he frowned as he continued to talk to himself, "Do not talk about DarkRoom, to no one." Four sentences that had been carefully printed onto a simple, white piece of paper. And there were the hand-written notes of course. The date - today. The address - in a part of Wellington he had only heard of so far. The time - only two hours away. And the last sentence. Come only if you are prepared for two. What the fuck? Dared he go?
"Bloody fucking hell!" The paper fell to the ground again as his hand covered his mouth. He groaned, knowing that he had managed to toroughly burn his tongue. The evening could only get worse.
~***~
"I'm a stupid and crazy fuck," Sean muttered darkly to himself, "I must have lost my mind." He glared apprehensively at the locker, as though the poor piece of furniture was a poisonous snake that already sharpened its fangs. "I'm a stupid fuck." Somehow the fact that he was wearing nothing but his boxers made the admission all the more true. "Damn it."
He transferred his dark glare to he black silk scarf in his hands, remembering the hand-written note on the paper he had found. Come only if you are prepared for two. Did that mean that he should leave the scarf and state that he was willing to switch tonight? Had the paper been sent by two people instead of just one person?
Under normal circumstances he would have assumed that the Hobbits and Orlando were playing a practical joke on him but the guard on the door had clearly meant business and he was fairly certain that this club was really what it seemed to be.
His lips curled. A sex club. He hadn't been to this kind of club since he had left his twenties. And yet here he was. As nervous as he had been on his first wedding. "Fuck..."
The soft carpet teased his naked feet as he slowly padded over the soft material. He did not have to look down to know that it was red. He stopped as a barrier of red suddenly rose in front of him. Shuddering he reached out. Soft velvet carressed his fingertips as they ghosted over the heavy material. Red velvet drapes obscured the room from his view. He smirked. What else but red? In haling deeply he squared his shoulders. To go or not to go?
~***~
A soft swoosh parted the curtains in front of him. Shivers ran down his back as he stepped into a strange realm of darkness and twilight. The room was big, he could sense that much. He thought he saw several booths, seperated by blankets, and with what seemed to be mattresses and pillows in them. His mouth was dry. He was sure that he had got the time right and yet the room was empty. He frowned.
No, not completely. A human shadow was standing in one of the corners, unmoving and silently watching him. But where was the second? Or had the whole thing been nothing but a joke after all? Too late, he decided. He was here and there was no backing out anymore.
He started as a hand suddenly descended onto his shoulder, keeping him firmly in place. Shivering he stared at the shadowed face. Both men were about his height and all of them had their hair cut to roughly the same length. Sean closed his eyes. The hand on his shoulder was joined by another, travelling over his arms in lazy, but carefully searching circles.
Sean stood motionless, not daring to move a muscle as the other man made certain that he wasn't wearing the scarf. Cold air brushed over his skin as the hands left. Warm, wet lips suddenly pressed against the nape of his neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. Unable to stop himself Sean moaned, taking the other man's hand as it was offered to him.
Shivers ran donw his back as they slowly approached the second man, who was still standing unmoving in the shadows.
~***~
Sean still did not dare to move as he stared at the second man's shadowed eyes. What sort of game was this? Both men were about his height, which meant that this couldn't be a joke set up by the hobbits. And neither of the two strangers was slender enough to be Orlando. But what if they had hired someone?
Fingers ghosted over his stomach as the first man slowly took the time to explore his body. Sean swallowed, goosebumbs making him shiver again. He could rather sense than feel the other's fingertips, a soft tickling down his thighs, picking a trail down to his ankles, followed by a firm, heated tongue. The man was kneeling in front of him now, lifting both hands for Sean to take them.
Sean had barely reached for the proffered hands as he was already pulled to the ground and pushed back onto the soft mattress. The scent of musked cinnamon invaded his nostrils as he stared up at the second man from wide, green eyes. The stranger had not moved at all. Eyes glittered down at Sean in the darkness, revealing the tiniest hint of a satisfied smile.
The hands were back, on his legs again. Butrerfly touches, nothing more, lios and tongue trailing after them. Sean groaned as the tongue reached his feet, licking down the arch and softly curling around his big toe. The second man leaned down, bringing himself a little closer.
Sean yelped, arching. The first man was sucking on his toe now, languidly sucking the digit in and out of his mouth, enveloping it in moist warmth.
The fingers returned, stroking up and down his calves in time with the sucking.
Sean shivered violently, desperately burying his hands in the sheets beneath him as the second man suddenly joined them, kneeling down behind Sean's head, shoulderlength hair shadowing his face completey as it locked the soft twilight out. Sean groaned, he couldn't really say which smell belonged to whom, even thoug he was sure that he smelled both of them quite clearly. Their smells were comforting and he was sure he knew them. Hands, hands every where, on his chest, teasing embarrassingly sensitive nipples, tickling his legs and feethm, and then the mouths.
One still one his foot, sucking, kissing teasing; the other on his chest now, on his neck, hair scraping over his heated skin, increasing the pleasure threefold.
The two men were all over him, straddling and caressing every inch of his skin, bestowing feathery touches, kisses, nips and little bites. Sean knew he would be bruised come morning but he didn't care, couldn't care anymore.
Blood exploeded into Sean's mouth, he bit his tongue, forcing himself not to scream out, not to beg and instead whimpered and moaned helplessly, head trashing from one side to the other.
Finally a burning cold hit his hardened flesh as the first man stroked him, spreading some sort of lube all over him. A pained groan rose from Sean's lips as the hands left all too soon, leaving him feeling empty and aching. Hands circled his waist as the man behind him pushed him into a sitting position, latching onto his neck in a bruising kiss as his knees pressed into Sean's back.
Sean was almost too weakened by desire to comply as the man behind him reached for him, using both of his arms to pull him up into his lap. Sitting on the other man's slightly spread thighs Sean could feel the other's arousal pressing against him, nudging his entrance. Helplessly he arched, pressing back.
Chuckling the other man complied, soothingly stroking Sean's shoulders and upper arms as he slowly eased the blond onto his cock, cautious not to cause any pain as he slid past the ring of protective muscles.
Sean froze with a groan, breath caught in his throat as the other man was fully sheathed within him. The strangler had rested his back on some pillows and was now reaching for his hips, steading him and keeping him in place.
He almost screamed as a figure before him moved suddenly. The second man was now crawling closer, hands gliding up over Sean's body, till he was finally standing above him. Mesmerized Sean stared at the shadowy figure as the other man carefully lowered himself onto Sean's arousal, grasping the hands of the man behind Sean for support and wrapping his legs around Sean's waist. His eyes widened. The other man had already been prepared when he entered.
Sean's mind reeled as none of them moved for a moment, totally engrossed in what was happening. Never before had he felt this filled, this stretched. And it was so good.
"Fuck..." he whispered, his voice hoarse and barely audible. With a ragged breath the man behind him started to thrust, trying to set a slow rhythm at first, but quickly giving in to the helpless whimpers of the other man as Sean pushed into the moist heat around him in time with the other man's thrusts.
Moans and groans were the only sounds to be heard as they moved frantically, all of them unable to restrain themselves any longer.
Sean's body seemed to be on fire. Passion burned through his veins, clouding his mind and fogging his senses. The man on top of him was resting against him, head resting on Sean's shoulder. Ragged breaths teased the Brit's skin, brushing over his shoulder and past his ear. His skin burned where ever the other men touched him and the rest of him seemed to drown in cold twilight.
Warm cream splashed onto his stomach as the man on top suddenly cried his release and after a few moe thrusts Sean followed suit, emptying himself deep within the clenching passage around him.
Sean reached out, clinging to the shuddering figure on top of him while he rode on the waves of ecstasy, he man behind him stil managing to hit his spot. Darkness clouded his view as the man came within him and the three of them collapsed, somehow managing to disentangle themselves.
Sean sighed contentedly, cursing himself as he couldn't stop his eyelids from closing. Seconds later he was asleep.
Sean grimaced helplessly, his fingers folding the well-used paper he had found next to himself as he had woken in the Dark Room three days ago. Just a simple piece of paper with an even simpler sentence on it. A sentence he simply couldn't get out of his head. He sighed, reading it again.
"Damn it!" A strange rustling echoed through the room as the paper hit the wall. His fingers drummed on the table. Not even a minute later he got up and crossed the room., gently smoothing the creases out of the paper. He couldn't make up his mind.
"Same time, next week?" he mumbled, as he once more threw the paper into the waste bucket, knowing that he would pick it out again before the day was over.
~ Finis ~
Sean grimaced helplessly, his fingers folding the well-used paper he had found in his trailer three days ago. Just a simple piece of paper with five even simpler sentences on it. Sentences he had already committed firmly to memory. He sighed, reading them again.
"Damn it!" A strange rustling echoed through the room as the paper hit the wall. His fingers drummed on the table. Not even a minute later he got up and crossed the room.
Long, strong fingers picked the abused paper up, gently smoothing the creases out of it. Five sentences, an address, a time and a date.
He couldn't say why this damned thing had captured his attention. Tea, he decided. Tea was what he needed right now. "One, do not talk, neither in nor about Dark Room," he muttered to himself, inhaling deeply as the fresh scent of a wonderful Darjeeling teased his nose. "Two. Whatever happens in Dark Room, will not happen unconsensually." Curiously he glared at the kettle. Warm wisps of steam rose, swallowing his sigh. What the fuck was this Dark Room? And above all, did he dare find out?
"Three," the kettle whistled, "Do not meet or acknowledge each other ouside Dark Room." Did that mean he could always chicken out and no one would ever call him on it? The water hit the aromatic leaves.
"Four," he frowned as he continued to talk to himself, "Do not talk about DarkRoom, to no one." Four sentences that had been carefully printed onto a simple, white piece of paper. And there were the hand-written notes of course. The date - today. The address - in a part of Wellington he had only heard of so far. The time - only two hours away. And the last sentence. Come only if you are prepared for two. What the fuck? Dared he go?
"Bloody fucking hell!" The paper fell to the ground again as his hand covered his mouth. He groaned, knowing that he had managed to toroughly burn his tongue. The evening could only get worse.
~***~
"I'm a stupid and crazy fuck," Sean muttered darkly to himself, "I must have lost my mind." He glared apprehensively at the locker, as though the poor piece of furniture was a poisonous snake that already sharpened its fangs. "I'm a stupid fuck." Somehow the fact that he was wearing nothing but his boxers made the admission all the more true. "Damn it."
He transferred his dark glare to he black silk scarf in his hands, remembering the hand-written note on the paper he had found. Come only if you are prepared for two. Did that mean that he should leave the scarf and state that he was willing to switch tonight? Had the paper been sent by two people instead of just one person?
Under normal circumstances he would have assumed that the Hobbits and Orlando were playing a practical joke on him but the guard on the door had clearly meant business and he was fairly certain that this club was really what it seemed to be.
His lips curled. A sex club. He hadn't been to this kind of club since he had left his twenties. And yet here he was. As nervous as he had been on his first wedding. "Fuck..."
The soft carpet teased his naked feet as he slowly padded over the soft material. He did not have to look down to know that it was red. He stopped as a barrier of red suddenly rose in front of him. Shuddering he reached out. Soft velvet carressed his fingertips as they ghosted over the heavy material. Red velvet drapes obscured the room from his view. He smirked. What else but red? In haling deeply he squared his shoulders. To go or not to go?
~***~
A soft swoosh parted the curtains in front of him. Shivers ran down his back as he stepped into a strange realm of darkness and twilight. The room was big, he could sense that much. He thought he saw several booths, seperated by blankets, and with what seemed to be mattresses and pillows in them. His mouth was dry. He was sure that he had got the time right and yet the room was empty. He frowned.
No, not completely. A human shadow was standing in one of the corners, unmoving and silently watching him. But where was the second? Or had the whole thing been nothing but a joke after all? Too late, he decided. He was here and there was no backing out anymore.
He started as a hand suddenly descended onto his shoulder, keeping him firmly in place. Shivering he stared at the shadowed face. Both men were about his height and all of them had their hair cut to roughly the same length. Sean closed his eyes. The hand on his shoulder was joined by another, travelling over his arms in lazy, but carefully searching circles.
Sean stood motionless, not daring to move a muscle as the other man made certain that he wasn't wearing the scarf. Cold air brushed over his skin as the hands left. Warm, wet lips suddenly pressed against the nape of his neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. Unable to stop himself Sean moaned, taking the other man's hand as it was offered to him.
Shivers ran donw his back as they slowly approached the second man, who was still standing unmoving in the shadows.
~***~
Sean still did not dare to move as he stared at the second man's shadowed eyes. What sort of game was this? Both men were about his height, which meant that this couldn't be a joke set up by the hobbits. And neither of the two strangers was slender enough to be Orlando. But what if they had hired someone?
Fingers ghosted over his stomach as the first man slowly took the time to explore his body. Sean swallowed, goosebumbs making him shiver again. He could rather sense than feel the other's fingertips, a soft tickling down his thighs, picking a trail down to his ankles, followed by a firm, heated tongue. The man was kneeling in front of him now, lifting both hands for Sean to take them.
Sean had barely reached for the proffered hands as he was already pulled to the ground and pushed back onto the soft mattress. The scent of musked cinnamon invaded his nostrils as he stared up at the second man from wide, green eyes. The stranger had not moved at all. Eyes glittered down at Sean in the darkness, revealing the tiniest hint of a satisfied smile.
The hands were back, on his legs again. Butrerfly touches, nothing more, lios and tongue trailing after them. Sean groaned as the tongue reached his feet, licking down the arch and softly curling around his big toe. The second man leaned down, bringing himself a little closer.
Sean yelped, arching. The first man was sucking on his toe now, languidly sucking the digit in and out of his mouth, enveloping it in moist warmth.
The fingers returned, stroking up and down his calves in time with the sucking.
Sean shivered violently, desperately burying his hands in the sheets beneath him as the second man suddenly joined them, kneeling down behind Sean's head, shoulderlength hair shadowing his face completey as it locked the soft twilight out. Sean groaned, he couldn't really say which smell belonged to whom, even thoug he was sure that he smelled both of them quite clearly. Their smells were comforting and he was sure he knew them. Hands, hands every where, on his chest, teasing embarrassingly sensitive nipples, tickling his legs and feethm, and then the mouths.
One still one his foot, sucking, kissing teasing; the other on his chest now, on his neck, hair scraping over his heated skin, increasing the pleasure threefold.
The two men were all over him, straddling and caressing every inch of his skin, bestowing feathery touches, kisses, nips and little bites. Sean knew he would be bruised come morning but he didn't care, couldn't care anymore.
Blood exploeded into Sean's mouth, he bit his tongue, forcing himself not to scream out, not to beg and instead whimpered and moaned helplessly, head trashing from one side to the other.
Finally a burning cold hit his hardened flesh as the first man stroked him, spreading some sort of lube all over him. A pained groan rose from Sean's lips as the hands left all too soon, leaving him feeling empty and aching. Hands circled his waist as the man behind him pushed him into a sitting position, latching onto his neck in a bruising kiss as his knees pressed into Sean's back.
Sean was almost too weakened by desire to comply as the man behind him reached for him, using both of his arms to pull him up into his lap. Sitting on the other man's slightly spread thighs Sean could feel the other's arousal pressing against him, nudging his entrance. Helplessly he arched, pressing back.
Chuckling the other man complied, soothingly stroking Sean's shoulders and upper arms as he slowly eased the blond onto his cock, cautious not to cause any pain as he slid past the ring of protective muscles.
Sean froze with a groan, breath caught in his throat as the other man was fully sheathed within him. The strangler had rested his back on some pillows and was now reaching for his hips, steading him and keeping him in place.
He almost screamed as a figure before him moved suddenly. The second man was now crawling closer, hands gliding up over Sean's body, till he was finally standing above him. Mesmerized Sean stared at the shadowy figure as the other man carefully lowered himself onto Sean's arousal, grasping the hands of the man behind Sean for support and wrapping his legs around Sean's waist. His eyes widened. The other man had already been prepared when he entered.
Sean's mind reeled as none of them moved for a moment, totally engrossed in what was happening. Never before had he felt this filled, this stretched. And it was so good.
"Fuck..." he whispered, his voice hoarse and barely audible. With a ragged breath the man behind him started to thrust, trying to set a slow rhythm at first, but quickly giving in to the helpless whimpers of the other man as Sean pushed into the moist heat around him in time with the other man's thrusts.
Moans and groans were the only sounds to be heard as they moved frantically, all of them unable to restrain themselves any longer.
Sean's body seemed to be on fire. Passion burned through his veins, clouding his mind and fogging his senses. The man on top of him was resting against him, head resting on Sean's shoulder. Ragged breaths teased the Brit's skin, brushing over his shoulder and past his ear. His skin burned where ever the other men touched him and the rest of him seemed to drown in cold twilight.
Warm cream splashed onto his stomach as the man on top suddenly cried his release and after a few moe thrusts Sean followed suit, emptying himself deep within the clenching passage around him.
Sean reached out, clinging to the shuddering figure on top of him while he rode on the waves of ecstasy, he man behind him stil managing to hit his spot. Darkness clouded his view as the man came within him and the three of them collapsed, somehow managing to disentangle themselves.
Sean sighed contentedly, cursing himself as he couldn't stop his eyelids from closing. Seconds later he was asleep.
Sean grimaced helplessly, his fingers folding the well-used paper he had found next to himself as he had woken in the Dark Room three days ago. Just a simple piece of paper with an even simpler sentence on it. A sentence he simply couldn't get out of his head. He sighed, reading it again.
"Damn it!" A strange rustling echoed through the room as the paper hit the wall. His fingers drummed on the table. Not even a minute later he got up and crossed the room., gently smoothing the creases out of the paper. He couldn't make up his mind.
"Same time, next week?" he mumbled, as he once more threw the paper into the waste bucket, knowing that he would pick it out again before the day was over.
~ Finis ~