Dark Room

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Dark Room


“Your first time here, Sir?” the broad-shouldered man asked and Viggo could not help but nod mutely as he accepted the black scarf from the other man.
“Good,” the man nodded, “I shall explain the rules to you. First rule is, you don’t talk, neither in nor about the Dark Room, understood?”
Viggo nodded again.
“Second rule is whatever happens in there will not happen unconsensually. Third rule,” he said, ticking them off his fingers, “You never meet people from Dark Room in your real life and if you do,” he glared deeply into Viggo’s eyes, “You give no indication that you have met before. Fourth rule is you do not talk about Dark Rom, to no one. Are you willing to go by these rules?”
“I am,” Viggo’s breath caught as he shuffled nervously, “Anything else?”
“As a matter of fact, yes,” the man grinned at him, “The only thing you are allowed to wear in the Dark Room are your briefs or boxers. Te that scarf,” he pointed at Viggo’s hands, “around your left arm if you want to top, around your right arm if you feel like bottoming or,” his grin was positively evil now, “Leave it with in the locker room with the rest of your clothes if you’d rather switch for the night or don’t care. And remember, no talking. You find your partner, or partners,” Viggo blushed furiously, “By touch, nothing else. If you’ve found someone you like, retire to one of the booths. Everything clear?”
Viggo gulped and nodded again.
“Very good,” the guard smirked, obviously enjoying Viggo’s blush, “You may go on to the locker room now.”

~ ~ ~

Viggo was shivering with anticipation as he left the locker room, only clad in his black boxers. He had decided to tie the scarf around his left arm, feeling that he would rather top a stranger than be on the receiving end. Slowly he padded over the soft carpet in the dimly lit corridor towards the heavy, red velvet curtains that hid the Dark Room from his view. His face heated as the unmistakable noises from the room became even louder.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered as he finally pushed the curtains aside and stepped into the darkness.

~ ~ ~

Viggo’s heart was beating furiously in his chest as his eyes slowly got used to the almost complete darkness. The room did not even have a single window and he could see no more than shadowy figures moving around.
The Dane almost jumped out of his skin as several shadows approached him and he had to force his breathing to remain even as fingers ghosted over his arms and shoulders, till they found the scarf. Two of the three shadows melted back into the gloom around them.
Viggo gasped as he was suddenly pulled into a kiss. Closing his eyes, surrendering to the darkness, Viggo moaned into the kiss, allowing a tongue to slide inside. His hands encircled the other man, drawing him closer and exploring his skin. So good. So warm and willing under his hands. The stranger in his arms shuddered as Viggo sighed with relief. The other man had his scarf around his right arm.
Viggo let go, took a few steps towards one of the booths and held out his hands in a silent invitation. He could not help but grin foolishly as the other followed.

~ ~ ~

Viggo whimpered as the stranger straddled him, longing to say something, anything, but forcing himself to remain silent. The man in his arms tasted of Brandy and cinnamon.
Closing his eyes Viggo rubbed the man’s arousal through the fabric if the boxers, quickly freeing his chosen one from the garment.
Pleasure boiled within him as hands and kisses explored almost invisible skin, as they moved over each other with panted moans and whimpers. Viggo barely noticed as the stranger slid a condom into his hands and turned, bracing himself on all fours. Viggo hesitated a moment but quickly gave up as the other man thrust back.

All too quickly he was sheathed in the stranger beneath him, wanting, needing, their breathless groans and whimpers moving with those of the others in room.
Viggo closed his eyes, waiting for just another moment before he started to thrust, slowly in and out, changing his angle till the stranger was writhing with pleasure and gasping for breath.
His hand curled around the stranger’s weeping cock and began to pump in time with his thrusts. A musky scent clouded his senses, has skin burned with hunger for more touch, tight heat around him, wanting, pushing back.
He groaned as the man beneath him bucked in release, a whimpering body clenched around him, drawing him deeper, urging him on. With a last ragged breath Viggo lost himself, collapsing on top of the other man, weakened by the power of his release.
He pulled out, rolled to the side and pulled the other man into his arms as he noticed the stranger shifting uncomfortably beneath him.
The other man returned the hug almost shyly and for a while they lay motionless and the mattress, slowly regaining control over their breathing.
Slowly Viggo lifted the stranger’s chin, cupping the other man’s cheek as he claimed another kiss. Firm, yet pliable lips met his, opening almost too eagerly as Viggo explored the stranger’s face with his hands. Whimpering they broke apart.

Viggo methodically worked his way upwards from the stranger’s chin as he tried to commit every detail to memory. Full lips, not full enough to seem female but full enough to be more than tempting, a strong jaw with a determined set to it, a slight stubble.
Viggo chuckled softly as the stranger held his breath. Eyes a little bit on the wide side, Viggo decided, a rather prominent nose, though not crooked, straight brows, neither thin not bushy.
Fine hair, Viggo suddenly noticed, the man was most probably blond. His hands froze as he encountered a scar on the other man’s temple.
He forced himself not to groan out loud as a face took shape in his mind. Silently Viggo forced himself not to recoil as the other man began to explore his face in the same fashion, hoping that he would not be recognized.
He closed his eyes, willing his body not to react to the ghost of a touch on his skin, his lips, his cheek, his eye lids.
The other man stopped just as suddenly. Viggo held his breath. The stranger placed a last, sweetly lingering kiss to Viggo’s lips and the got up awkwardly, vanishing into the darkness.

Viggo stayed where he was, still too stunned to do anything else. Finally he forced himself to get up and back to the locker room.

~ ~ ~

Viggo played nervously with the ring on his finger, once more cursing himself for managing to get himself into such a situation in the first place.
More than a week had passed since that fateful evening in the Dark Room. Nine endless days and then sleepless nights while he berated himself, cursed himself, argued with himself about what to do next.
Finally the person he had been waiting for approached. Quickly he slipped into the trailer, hiding behind the door.

“Wha..:” was the only sound his surprised victim managed to make as Viggo pushed the blond up against the wall of the trailer, crashing their lips together in frantic passion. A tongue nudged his lips, demanding entrance once more.
Finally inside. So good, Incredibly tasty. Needed more. Definitely.
“David…” he moaned as he drew back, tugging at the other man’s clothes.
“No,” David shook his head, his hands firmly planted on Viggo’s chest, “Rules number one, three and four, remember?”
Viggo nodded, grinning as David’s hopeful glance flickered to the makeshift bed in the corner.


~ Finis ~


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