A COMBINATION OF FORCES

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Title: Combination of Forces (1 1/2 of ???)
Authors: rufferto and punk_pony @ Livejournal
Edited: By punk_pony (quite obviously I had nothing to do with the editing!!! LOL)
Rating: NC-17 because we know you love it
Pairing: Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson / Karl Urban
Summary: In the spirit of Doom's opening in theaters, a story of how Dwayne and Karl find salvation... and something more... in a most unlikely place.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, this didn't happen. Not making any money. This is just for entertainment. This is just a figment of our overactive imaginations.
Dedication: My part in this fic dedicated to Lozateazer and Hickorynut.

Punk_Pony's Karl Urban is my inspiration for this fic. I could not have even remotely attempted this with anyone else. She is a fantastic writer, and a wonderful friend. Before this, there has been to my knowledge, no Dwayne Johnson RPS. And Karl Urban and Dwayne Johnson have never been paired. After DOOM, it will be all over the place, I can certainly tell you that.

As my dear punk_pony says, if nothing else, we knew we were on the right track when we came across the Comiccon video where Dwayne told the audience, "Now Karl know why they call me 'The Rock'..."

I'd like to thank also the wonderful people who have put up with me while we got onto our Dwayne/Karl bender.

CHAPTER 1 1/2 "Smut Interlude"

Karl wakes sometime before dawn, his grogginess fleeting as he feels Dwayne's lips on his body. The larger man has rolled them back over so he's once again looming over Karl, and with carefully controlled movements he's starts along Karl's forehead, kissing and licking at a particular intriguing spot just near his left eyebrow.

Dwayne continues, in spite of any protests, and works with his tongue and lips, creating trails of gentle touches over his lover's skin. His hands are not idle, running the length of Karl's arms and up and down the inside of his thighs. By the time he is done, Dwayne wants to have touched every part of Karl.

Karl lets Dwayne sweep him up in another kiss, bemused and awake, his tongue coiling with his lover's and tangling them together. He settles back when the larger man moves over him, hands lifting to slide over sleek, hairless muscles in renewed fascination. He realizes he's not yet explored his lover's body to it's full extent, and the notion whets his appetite, leaving him groaning as Dwayne all but pins him down and caresses across his most sensitive areas with his lips.. and in the process, discovers his dark secret..

"Dwayne, wait, no!" When the larger man's lips slide across a certain rib near his nipple, Karl suddenly gasps and makes a strangled laughing noise. He begins to writhe in earnest now, protective of the single location on his body that he's actually.. *gasp* ticklish..

Dwayne lifts his head as Karl begins to squirm and laugh, "Hmm..?" That wasn't exactly the response he was expecting. "What's wrong.." He flicks his tongue over the nipple he had just been about to explore and resumes his quest. When Karl continues to writhe and make that same strangled sound he pauses again and lifts his head. Hmmm, indeed. What did we have here? Dwayne gives a smile as he begins to catch on.

He pulls his hand back from where his fingers had been tracing a particular spot just above the hair collected near his lover's groin to the spot his tongue had just left. Curious, he licks his way over to the opposite nipple and takes the nub between his lips to suck on it. Pretending that he hasn't noticed, Dwayne's fingers roll over the nipple that he just left, and then begins to trace circles underneath it, tiny little ones.

"Damn, Karl." he whistles low, "You are full of surprises."

"Dwayne...Dwayne!" Karl's voice hitches up an octave when his lover's fingers unerringly find his weak spot. He scrambles beneath the larger man, trying to pull himself from Dwayne's grasp in effort to escape. But his stuttering, gasping laughter, coupled with his hald asleep state, makes him less than a formidable opponent against the former wrestler, and Karl quickly realizes his flailing will come to no use. He tries a different tactic, voice dropping into a growl he hopes is menacing, carefully pronouncing every syllable of his lover's name so that, for once, it comes out sounding correct. "Dwayne..."

But alas, it comes out less growl and more purr, and Karl realizes how this hybrid of torture and teasing is incredibly arousing...

Dwayne decides to take pity on Karl, and gives that little spot one last tease before he rises up and kisses the kiwi soundly to silence his growl/purr. "Yes, Karl?" he asks, as his fingers resume their quest, this time avoiding that one particular spot ... for the moment. "Now I can't decide which way that you say my name is better." he teases his lover with a twinkle in his eye.

"See when I do this... I get..Dwayne..uhnnn..Dwayne.." he mimics Karl's accent as he trails his fingers over a particularly hard part of the kiwi's body, dancing them about the head. Then he nibbles at Karl's ear, "Round about here, I get no more than a purr, and perhaps a little garbled sound. But when I do this..." he pretends that he's about to tickle that one spot just to get Karl to pronounce his name right. "Hmmm....I wonder why. Does the enigmatic Karl Urban actually have a weakness?" He's clearly teasing, and more than a little aroused by now.

When Karl's already hyper aware body is treated to the effects of Dwayne's playful mood, he quickly forgets his mock-anger and arches up blissfully into the palm working his cock. His lover's imitation of his accent it really quite good, and Karl can't help a smirk as he rocks his hips against the touch, cock pulsing against Dwayne's fingers excitedly. The smirk melts under the tease to his ear, eliciting a short inhalation of breath as he rolls his head to one side for greater acess. Fuck, how did Dwayne learn so much about his body in so little a time?? He's about to demand that the larger man just get on with it, when his ticklish spot is once again threatened. He flails, quickly subdued, and barks his lover's name. Breathing hard and eyeing the larger man dubiously, Karl slowly relaxes when he hears the amusement and attraction in Dwayne's tone. He slides his palms up the other man's sides slowly, thumbs resting just under Dwayne's armpits, his voice deceptively soft and inviting "...can you keep it a secret, luv?"

His hands continue to coax Dwayne's body closer, ghosting lower on his stomach to explore the curling trail of hair that begins beneath his belly button. Karl's fingers delve across pelvic muscles, sweeping around the turgid length he can feel pressed against his hip, fingers closing to grip at the base..

Dwayne's voice is a soft whisper against Karl, warm and gentle in spite of the strength and power of the man who speaks. "Till the grave, Karl." he hisses a growl as his lover grips the base of his cock and licks and nibbles at the ear offered to him and plunges his tongue within the crevices he finds. He decides perhaps its time to let Karl take some control, given the good-natured teasing.

"You mentioned riding," he rolls over on his back and pulls Karl on top of him. "How about riding me?" He puts his hands behind his head innocently, and smiles at his lover. He is clearly enjoying the fact that he managed to find something that would not have otherwise been given up voluntarily. He really isn't going to keep his hands where they are, its just that he wants to see what Karl does with this offer.

Karl releases the certain organ he's grasping when Dwayne rolls to his back, and sleekly follows after him, stretched over his lover like a large feline. He eyes him with darkly glinting pupils, hunger evident in their depths, and slowly flexes his muscled frame upward to straddle Dwayne's long thighs. One hot hand rests on the dip of muscle between his lover's pelvis and his hip, and he deliberately rolls his spine, head dropping temptingly close to it's target. "...careful what you wish for, luv... I take my riding -very-.." he punctuates the word with the slow emergence of his tongue, swiping the rough muscle across the head of Dwayne's cock, "...seriously ."

Karl's heated lips close around the larger man's erection with the sudden heat and suction of an inferno, sliding the turgid organ deeper into the moist alcove of his mouth. Swirling his tongue expertly, Karl works at exploring every inched of the veined shaft, purring softly at the musky flavor of his lover. He takes him deeper, the thick cock wedging into his throat, massaged by the vibrations of his purring, and Karl spreads his palms on Dwayne's hips to control the larger man's reaction as he swallows tightly and repeatedly..

This certainly wasn't what Dwayne was expecting. Then again, he was going to have to learn to expect the unexpected with Karl apparently. "Uhnn..Karl!" he would move his hips, but Karl has effectively gained control over any movement down there. He can't really do too much, perhaps he's let Karl have more control than he should have let him. Then again, his body was not finding this at all a problem. "Damn..." he fights for breath as his heated organ pulses in Karl's mouth. "Karl.." This is an experience denied him far too long, and Karl is very good at what he's doing, very good. He wishes for a fleeting moment, that he could do the same. "Fuck, Karl.. I'm gonna come if you keep that up..."

Karl's lips form the semblance of a smirk, filled with Dwayne's cock to near bursting. With deliberate slowness, he gradually retreats, pulling his mouth off his lover's length and rising up above him smugly, "...not quite the cocky one now, are we?" He ignores the terrible pun, grins predatorily and slowly slides up along Dwayne's legs, his cock dragging against the larger man's as he passes over his groin. Smoothly, Karl rises up on his knees and reaches behind him, a firm hand closing around Dwayne's shaft, massaging it gently as he adjusts himself. Karl's eyes lift to meet Dwayne's, full of hunger and promise, and he murmurs in a deeply gutteral voice, "Don't come til I tell you..."

Licking his lips, Karl presses himself down, Dwayne's arousal nudging into the seam between his tight cheeks, finding the opening so recently stretched by their love play. His eyelids lower partially, inhaling sharply as the flared tip of his lover's cock presses past the loosened ring of muscle, then sinks deeply into his hot passage, Karl not waiting to lower himself completely over the larger man's length. He braces his palms on Dwayne's chest with a groan, inner muscles sucking at the delicious hardness, "..s'good.."

Dwayne's hands come out from behind his head to run up the length of Karl's arms, then down his side to rest on his thighs. "Feels good," he agrees, his eyes intensifying with need. "Really good." He likes this, the sight is driving him crazy. If anyone had told him this morning that this is what he'd be doing tonight he'd have laughed at them. "God, Karl, you are still so tight..." he licks his lips, sweat from the strain of keeping control trickling down his neck.

Briefly, he thinks about what it would be like to have Karl take him. No... not yet. He isn't sure if he's ready for that yet. His fingers move down Karl's thighs to his cock, stroking it. "maybe next time," he thinks aloud, fascinated by how the warm organ leaps to attention in his hand. "I'll try not to, Karl.." he promises, but he is not sure how long he is going to be able to hold out when faced with the vision above him.

Dwayne may be the one taking him, but it is Karl who has control in this coupling. He leans forward into the carress on his cock, breathing audibly in the air between them as he begins to rock against the friction, clenching muscles easing as he slides up and down the length of Dwayne's cock in a measured rhythm. The soft comment Dwayne makes encourages Karl's eyes to open, hungry orbs gazing down at his lover, "...next time?.." He hitches his hips, pelvis twisting to feel the head of the larger man's cock rubb across his prostate, sucking in a deep lungful of air as pleasure unfurls inside him. "..ah yes..should definitely be a next time.."

Riding never felt so good, Dwayne decides as he resists the urge to lift his hips. He wants to, god he wants to, but this time its all Karl. He bends his knees, muscular thighs bulging as he pants from the strain of holding back. One hand encloses around Karl's shaft and rubs it in earnest, the other reaching for his lover's hand and twining their fingers as their eyes meet. "Many next times," he concurs, "Even if ... " he gasps and his hips lifting of their own accord as much as he tries to stop them. "Even if I have to throw you over my shoulder on set and take you against a wall."

He rather likes the idea of a repeat of carrying Karl to the bed. His breathing hitches, ragged. His fingers clutch at Karl's. He wants to touch that place again within Karl, he loves the expression that he sees form in his lover's eyes.

Karl rumbles a soft, pleased chuckle at Dwayne's words, murmuring, "..that sounds like it could be fun.." He drops his head with a harsh breath as Dwayne surges up into him, filling him to capacity and jarring his cock against that sensitive bundle of nerves. Karl grips Dwayne's hand tightly, leaning further forward so that his lips hover temptingly above his lover's, his free hand bracing against the headboard above them both.

Karl's mind is quickly going up in flames, not to mention the other, more susceptible parts of his body. He hitches his hips into Dwayne's, impaling himself more fully on his cock and driving it against his prostate insistently as he alternately pushes into the grip on his shaft. It's the most delicious pleasure, testing his already frayed control..

"m'close, luv...." Karl's expression is taut and heady with desire, tawny colored eyes shining with a emotion that is dangerously close to being more than desire or lust. He folds down further over his lover, lips catching Dwayne's like a parched man would a vessel of water. His tongue stabs deep into his lover's mouth, all the while riding his erection relentlessly, and finally Karl is forced to gasp into the kiss, his control unraveling and sending his senses careening into a height of pleasure, "..oh god..come, Dwayne..come with me..."

As he stares into the deep heat of Karl's gaze, Dwayne sees something that he had not anticipated. He is about to say something when his words are silenced with a sudden assault upon his lips. He is about to meet the attack with an equal force, but this time for some reason he forces himself to stop and simply allows Karl to plunder. He responds, but he gives the control to his lover. It was that little something in Karl's eyes that made him do so, he wanted Karl to know that it wasn't just about -Dwayne's- pleasure.

Dwayne's hand grips the other man's tightly as his release builds up and then explodes from him. His warm seed fills the tight passage for the second time. And still it isn't enough. His whole body shakes from the impact of the orgasm that sweeps through him. This time, it's a whole new level that dominates his senses. He has never felt anything so completely mind numbing before, so utterly consuming. Karl Urban has taken his body and made it his own personal playground, and only the kiwi knows all the rules.

Dwayne can't seem to get his breathing steady, "Karl...god..." he manages, "ugh...god...ahhh...." The only coherent things that come from his lips are little sounds of intense pleasure.

The bottom falls out of Karl's control when Dwayne explodes inside him. Eyes as dark as pitch meet his lover's and hold his gaze, taking in the beautiful way Dwayne's expression caves to his pleasure, his lips moving in nonsense words as Karl draws back. He doesn't even try to reign in the shuddering climax as it sweeps over him, his long cock jerking and arching, spilling pearly fluid over Dwayne's hand and onto his stomach. His gasping release is, by contrast, silent, taking in the litany of garbled words from Dwayne's lips as his body takes in his seed, inner muscles milking the great girth of his lover's spent erection.

Karl's head sags forward once more as his strength abandons him, and he slowly crumples to Dwayne's chest, still trembling with the powerful aftershocks of his orgasm..

This time it is Dwayne who soothes Karl. His large arms wrap around the other man, holding him close to his chest. Gently, he rocks him as they both come down from such heights of pleasure, "Damn, Karl." he whispers softly kissing the side of his lover's head. "Just....Damn..." Because there's nothing else to say about it, and words just mess up the moment anyway. He's never felt closer to anyone then he does to Karl just then, even though they barely know each other. Karl knows nothing about his life in America, Dwayne knows nothing about New Zealand.

"Karl." he whispers his lovers name just for the sake of saying it, running his fingers through Karl's hair. How did this happen? How could he have not known the moment he met Karl?

Karl's innermost desires feel exposed, flung open in this once casual act, now too intimate to ever be shared with another. Karl's breath hitches when he realizes his thoughts. Oh god,... the pleasure, the acceptance he's found in Dwayne's arms has ruined him for others.. He's not sure he'll ever be able to just fuck again... the very thought of it makes him tighten up, then melt even further against Dwayne's warmth, taking strength in the soothing hold of the larger man.

But still... something small and frightened inside Karl struggles to lock his heart away, to deny him this growing emotion on the grounds of self preservation. He catches his faltering breath, whispers urgently, "..Dwayne, don't... don't say it.." his hands attempt to calm them both, brushing softly across pliant skin on Dwayne's chest., his forehead resting on the bigger man's clavicle..

"Easy, Karl." Dwayne says softly, "Easy, Its alright." his fingers thread continually through the other man's hair. He's not known as 'the rock' for nothing. He eases himself out of Karl and finds some tissues to clean them both with from the beside table. Then he pulls the blankets up and gently lets them fall at their waists. What isn't be allowed to say, he wonders.. Then realization dawns on him as he recognizes the looks and emotion.

Too soon. It can't possibly be happening this fast, can it? He's never fallen in love with a co-star before, and this is the first blockbuster movie Karl is in where he has top billing. Dwayne certainly doesn't want to mess that up for him. So many damn issues. Is Karl worth it? Yes. But what does Karl want? His head swims with questions as he carefully sooths his lover. There is only one that dominates his mind, however... What are they going to do?

Karl drapes himself against Dwayne's body bonelessly, lulled from his startling thoughts by his lover's reassuring tones. He's not sure what possessed him for a moment, but he lets go of his uncertainties and merely soaks in the pleasurable afterglow of his coupling with this powerful man. He arches with a murmur of approval, eyes blinking heavy-lidded laziness. Really good sex is like any other indulgence.. it thrills along his body's defenses, slipping past them and obliterating the rationale he usually has. Had Karl been thinking clearly, he might have reasoned that this isnt the best choice to make for his debut as a leading actor in a film.. But then he looks Dwayne in the eye, and he can't help it.. he burns for him... still burns, even if his body is now cooling down from one of the better sexual encounters he's ever had...

Karl yawns faintly, turning his lips to nuzzle the shoulder beneath his cheek and murmur, "...wha'time's our call t'morrow?..." and after a glance at the clock, "..t'day.."

Dwayne gave a little sigh, "Six thirty." he murmurs, kissing the top of Karl's head. He half contemplates calling in sick. But he realizes that the both of them calling in sick would be a bit suspicious. He glances out the window of the bedroom, to the deep darkness of the time just before dawn, "Listen, Karl." he strokes at the kiwi's cheek. "There's going to be talk, there always is." he runs his fingers down the other actor's back, slightly damp with sweat from their coupling. "I'm here for you, I'll be there for you, you know. I'm used to it, the hard core media, that is."

"And I may get distracted during the day, I have a lot of things happening throughout my day. You have no idea the number of calls I get even when on set and working. If I'm not paying attention, its nothing you've done, okay? Just wait. Ride it out. That's all I ask. I'll be thinking of you when I look at you, and... tomorrow night, I want you to come here, spend the weekend with me."

Karl blinks, surprised by Dwayne's words. In all honesty, he hasn't given it any thought that the other man wouldn't think of him during the day. After all, they worked so immensely close together... "..I.." Karl clears his throat, disliking how naive he sounds, ".. I'm familiar with the concept of professionalism, Dwayne.. y'needn't worry.." He wonders at the 'talk' Dwayne speaks of... will it really be so rampant after but one night together? Is America really so focused on 'The Rock'? "and In case you've not noticed, I dont give a bloody fuck what people say about me... I'm no stranger to media, Dwayne. I was in Rings." Though not as a principle character, nor opposite someone like Dwayne Johnson. Karl frowns in the darkness. He tips his cheek into the soft caress, some of his defensiveness ebbing as he murmurs, "...i'll spend the weekend with you.. I'd like that.."

"That's not what I meant," Dwayne sighs, realizing that his earlier words might be easily taken the wrong way. "I meant, that I *will* be thinking of this, of you. I mean. Hell." he laughs softly at his own runabout with words. "Yeah, I've seen all the media around Rings, you're right. I'm sorry, Karl. I just don't want anything to hurt you because of something I've done." and he means it, he really does. "You will? Good. And we don't have to stay in this room, Karl. I'd like to go about the city, do some sightseeing." This means of course, he has no problem being seen alone with Karl. "Everyone's always looking for more information on me, Karl. I just want to prepare you for that. Its like that in America, they love to know everything even if they don't WANT to know everything.. I get followed by Paparazzi. Pictures will get taken..."

Karl is quiet, listening to Dwayne speak about photos and gossip and the shark-like nature of American society. He lightly touches the larger man's shoulder where he knows the tattoo is, voice soft and deceptively calm in the darkness surrounding them, "...If you're worried about what people will say.." He trails off, shaking his head. What is he thinking, anyway? What right does Karl have to assume Dwayne wants to worry about the rumors surrounding him, as well as himself? and.. and What -was- this tonight, anyway? A fuck? An upside to filming?

'what if it was more?' a small voice in Karl's head asks him, the voice he's been pushing away for what seems like ages... the part of him that wants the same body in the same bed for more than a night, or the month's on location..
Karl pushes it away... almost pushes Dwayne away in the process, shifting restlessly in the bed, "..listen..Dwayne... It's not like we're under obligation to be anything, here...y'know.." but the words taste bitter on his lips, and he falters to a halt, glad for the dark.

"I'm just concerned,." Dwayne says softly as he feels Karl shift. He turns on his side to look at his lover. Lifting his hand, he reaches over and threads his fingers within the thick locks of Karl's hair and pulls it back idly. He watches the man next to him in the dark light of the moon that streams in his hotel room window. Shadows fall across them both, obscuring Karl's eyes, making it almost impossible for Dwayne to read anything there.

Then it dawns on him, Karl doesn't want him to say anything. Karl seems to believe nothing can come of this. The American wonders bemusedly how he could have missed that. His knuckles brush against Karl's cheek, wishing he could see his eyes clearly. He leans down and kisses Karl, coaxing his lips apart to play with his tongue. "It's not anything.. if you don't want it be," his voice is a ghost of a whisper against sweet intoxicating lips.

Dwayne's lips are a drug themselves... impossible to say no to... and Karl sags into them with a muted sound of pleasure, tongue sliding against his lover's slowly. For the moment, he forgets about filming, or paparazzi, or anything outside this bed and the deliciously hot body pressed against his own.

When their lips part, releasing only for much needed air, Karl can't help his soft admission, "..I want..it to be something.." He wants it to be everything..

In a way, Karl muses as he drapes his slimmer body against Dwayne's, his lover and he are not so different. Dwayne may have been denying his true nature while Karl reveled in it... but they were both left wondering at the painfully large holes inside their hearts, that no manner of wrestling fame or one night stands could fill. Karl exhales softly, gently smoothing his hand along the supple skin of Dwayne's chest. He finally comments, "..I like sightseeing.."

Dwayne loves how Karl does that, the way he drapes himself over his body. Its just the way he is, he likes to protect those he cares for. His family, his wife, lovers, friends and now that Karl had come into his sphere of influence somehow he has to keep him there. "Then it will be something.." Dwayne's thumb caresses Karl's bottom lip as they part for breath and he smiles in the dark of the night. "And we'll go sight seeing."

Karl can see the larger man's smile in the moonlit darkness, Dwayne's teeth so straight and white, they’re likely to glow in the dark. It makes Karl laugh unexpectedly, stretch and slide curious fingers across the dimple in one of his lover's cheeks. He follows the strong jaw up along Dwayne's temple, and into the short buzzed hair.

Dwayne shifts closer to Karl, pulling their bodies tightly together as he wraps his arms around his lover and kisses his neck. He draws his hands down Karl's back and up again. "God, you feel so good, Karl." he whispers. "Didn't expect you to feel like this, thought it would be more, y'know hard."

"are you sayin' I'm soft?" Karl arches an eyebrow, grinning slightly, "'cause I seem to remember differently earlier..." He stretches slowly, pleasantly, into the full body caress of Dwayne's large palms, exhaling a low purr in his throat and crawling over his larger body to settle on the larger man's other side bemusedly, fingertips feeling out the raised edges of Dwayne's elaborate tattoo. He likes how bone and sinew move beneath his touch, leaves him curious...

It's been a long time since Karl's had such interest in a lover outside of fucking him... it feels good..

"mmmm..." Dwayne chuckles, finding the muscles of Karl's thighs. "Not all soft, just soft enough, and hard where it counts." he finds that he's his own gymnasium as Karl crawls over him and settles on the other side, "You like finding new reasons to climb over my body, I see."

Not that he's complaining. Dwayne gives Karl's ass a playful swat as he does. He -is- tired, but he doesn't think he can sleep yet. He's starting to settle in very comfortably next to his lover, he likes having Karl here. Its soothing. "We should have fun tomorrow...it's the scene where we have to fight." he winks.

"ah.." Karl grins in the darkness, his fingers following the lines of the Samoan tattoo down across Dwayne's dark nipple. "..and you have ta let me win.. because -I'm- the star.." Karl lowers his head to Dwayne's shoulder, breathing him in, his body finally seeming content with the weight and size of the man he shares the bed with. He curls in closer, absorbing the heat that Dwayne radiates and marveling at how comfortable and relaxed he feels. Most nights were bracketed by the sense of falling into darkness, then back out of it as the morning reigned.

But this.. this is slow and easy.. the gradual fading of his senses until all that remains is the warmth that has permeated from Dwayne, into his core. Karl exhales, letting himself slip into an easy sleep, the gnawing fear of his being alone when he wakes having disappeared..

Dwayne strokes Karl's head until the other man is finally asleep and breathing easily in his arms. Finally he too manages to close his eyes and allow sleep to overcome him. The morning will be different, very different. Silence finally drifts across the lovers as the sweet caress of moonlight and the warmth of the aftermath of sex consumes them to pleasant dreams.

End interlude.