A dominating Bastard

A dominating Bastard


Karl Urban considered himself to be reasonable fit. You didn't get to play Xena's bare-chested Cupid without a certain amount of muscles. But the fight training that Bob Anderson and his team inflicted on the LotR-cast was most exhausting, even for Karl.
With a deep sigh he dropped his bag. The fact that the front door hadn't been locked didn't register until he felt himself being pushed forward.

The wall raced towards him before he could react. Maybe this was one of the crashes that only hurt later.... no, it wasn't.. With a pained groan Karl hit the unyielding surface. Cold steel touched his throat before he could turn around to defend himself.

“Not so tough any-more, Urban, are you now?“ the dark voice snarled close to his ear. Karl swallowed around the dryness in his mouth, but didn't dare speaking. Only as his sweatpants were yanked down together with his boxers and cold air touched parts of his body that he rather had covered did he find his voice again.

“Sean, please...“ he whispered. “Don't do this. We've always been friends, mate...“

“Yeah, well. Then you shouldn't have crossed that line in the first place,lad,“ Sean answered unimpressed.
He let his eyes wander down the shivering body in front of him. Karl was about his height and certainly strong enough to fight him. Under normal circumstances they would have been an equal match, maybe Karl would even be in advantage, being quick and a few years younger. That was one reason why Sean considered the knife a good idea. Being able to cut the shirt from Karl's well-muscled body was another very good reason. Karl whimpered as the blade cut through the material, exposing him further.

“God, Sean, I beg you... don't....“

“Begging is getting you nowhere, Urban.“ The knife reappeared at Karl's throat.

“Fuck you!” Karl pressed through clenched teeth.

“No, lad. *I'm* going to fuck *you*,” Sean answered with a low, cold chuckle. With one violent shove he pushed his index finger into the other man's body. Karl yelped and instinctively tried to move away from the assault. But he only managed to get trapped closer between the wall and Sean's body.

“Please...stop,” he was back to pleading now, his voice all but breaking. His heart was beating so hard he could feel it in his throat.

“Not another word from you!” Sean ordered hoarsely. A second finger joined the first one.
Karl's teeth dug into his lower lip as he bit back another cry. He could feel the sting of tears in his eyes. He forced himself to take a deep breath, held it for a moment and then slowly exhaled in attempt to calm himself down. If he could only bring himself to relax a little, the pain wouldn't be as bad.
Sean was working his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm now, his own breathing getting laboured. Sweat was slicking Karl's naked body and he shivered even more. The fingers twisted deep inside him and Karl bit down harder on his lip. He could feel the skin break and tasted his own blood. He squeezed his eyes shut. A single tear rolled down his cheek. He was trapped between the cold wall and Sean's hard body behind him, the Brit's clothing rough against his oversensitive skin. Sean was breathing hard now and worked a third finger inside the younger man's body, the knife never flinching. The man had a admirable control over his body, you had to grant him that. Another twist of the fingers and Sean was sure that Karl's breath hitched for a second. Sean answered with a groan of his own. He'd never expected having Karl trembling at his mercy to be *this* arousing.
“Don't move,” he growled. The knife finally left the Kiwi's throat.

Karl swallowed hard but didn't dare move another muscle. He could hear the rustle of clothing.
Sean let out a low hiss as he unzipped his pants. He was achingly hard and dying to fuck the younger man right through the wall. Not too gently the fingers were pulled out and Karl was hardly able to stifle a groan.
Sean spat on his palm and slicked his erection with his saliva. Together with his pre-cum it made a sorry excuse for a lubricant, but Karl knew it was all he was going to get.

The Kiwi sobbed as he was painfully breached and Sean managed to hit his prostate with his first remorseless thrust.
Sean felt his lust and desire surround him like a deep red haze that shut out anything else. His fingers dug into Karl's hips. Somewhere along the way he must have dropped the knife. He didn't know when that had happened and he bloody well didn't care.

“So fucking tight,” he rasped and pounded harder into the body in front of him. However, the noises Karl was making now got through to the Brit, as well as the little movements of his body. With a lazy grin he leaned in, until Karl's muscular back rubbed against his still shirt-covered chest.

“Getting into the mood? Are you getting hard for me, Urban?” he breathed into the Kiwi's ear while his right hand left the bruised hip and curled fully around the enticing body. Karl's head fell back onto Sean's shoulder as deft fingers closed around his throbbing shaft. Roughly Sean began to fist Karl's cock, matching the speed of his hand to his hard thrusts
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“God” Karl groaned. It took only a few minutes before Sean could feel him clenching down. It was the Blonde's undoing. For a second his body went rigid and then his climax hit him with an intensity that had him roaring like a mortally wounded lion and sobbing like a baby. Vaguely he registered the hot liquid that covered his hand and Karl moaning and spasm around him.
He waited until he could distinguish separated heartbeats instead of a drum roll inside of his chest. Then he carefully pulled out. Karl was trembling heavily, his fists clenching and unclenching against the wall.

Sean gently laid a hand on a bare shoulder.
“Karl?” his voice was soft now and more than a little worried. “Are you alright, luv?”

At first, Karl didn't react. Then he shook himself like a wet dog before he turned around with a broad smile. “Sorry, I was still a bit zoned out.”

Sean nuzzled Karl's neck. “Almost thought you were going to safeword when I took you with no lube.”

Karl entwined his fingers with Sean's. “And I would have if it hadn't been exactly what I wanted that moment.” He grimaced as he shifted his weight. “But I have to admit that riding won't be so much fun for the next few days,” he said with a lopsided grin.

At the sight of the remorseful expression that crossed Sean's face, Karl traced his jawline with a gentle fingertip. “Remember, Sean, this was my fantasy. Everything you did, I wanted you to do.”

Sean planted a soft kiss on Karl's wrist. “Yeah,” he answered with an almost shy grin.
“I just got scared at how much this turned me on,” he admitted.

The younger man grinned. “Everyone knows you can be a dominating bastard at times.”
Before Sean could protest, the darker man covered his lips with his own.

It was a deep, long kiss, that spoke more eloquently of the love and trust the two men shared than any words either of them could ever hope to find.

Fin