Chapter 1: A Pawn Is Moved
Night fell quickly, despite the summer days being longer. But like any Metropolis the night life had already begun; businesses that were closed during the day were opening their doors for the patrons that would soon fill the places, other places were closing down for the day and the owners would be returning home or heading out themselves to partake in a refreshment after a hard day's work. Shadows, cast along the walls from the glow of the streetlamps, flickered about as the mass of noise created. Various genres of music pulsed from behind the walls of the many clubs as their flickering lights drew in their particular crowds. Shouts as young men with their friends called out greetings to one another, trying to be heard over the blaring of a car horn as the driver waited for another car to drive on. The air was warm, many of those who were out wore light jackets or just a simple shirt, while some of the more bolder ladies wore almost less than the men did.
The faint rumble of an engine slowly came as a small vehical turned the corner and pulled to a stop. It was a taxi, simple for the area they were in, but still a well maintained vehical. The driver side door opened and a uniformed man stepped out and rounded the front end, his strides were quick and real smooth as he glided up to the backdoor and took hold of the polished handle. A click came from the door as the latch was pulled and the door was opened to allow it's patron to exit. First to come out, was a boot; it was a simple black boot, sporting a thin spike heel of a woman's footwear. Following the knee-high boots, was a pale leg wrapped in a thin mesh stocking that went up to reveal the hem of a striking red dress. As the stranger stepped from the taxi, the full outfit they wore already drew the gaze of some onlookers. Standing around five-foot-seven, a little more with the heels, a woman slowly glanced about as the door closed behind her. The door caused a small breeze to ruffle the edge of the dress, causing the long slip along the thigh to part slightly. Reaching a white gloved hand up to tuck back a strand of blonde hair that fell out of place, she smiled softly at the driver, blue eyes shimmering under the finely painted make-up she wore..
"Thank you." She said softly, her red coloured lips moving as she spoke.
"Not a problem, ma'am" The driver said, not even hiding the fact his dark gaze traveled over his 'fare', his eyes lingering on the fabric that covered her chest and tied up at the neck, leaving her back exposed.
With a small wink, she nodded her farewell and started towards the club's doors, holding her black handback as she went. Nearing the bouncer, she gave him a bigger smile. It didn't need more than that and he was already moving the barrier aside to let her in, and ignoring the remarks made by those waiting in line. As she made her way past the large man, another wink was given before she slipped inside. The club's music was loud, the music seeming to pulsate the very walls of the club. It wasn't just any club, but a high end club that even those with well known reputations know of and frequent it, and while anyone can go in, only those with deep pockets are allowed the finer qualities of the club.
As the woman made her way inside, her eyes scanned the interior of the club. She spotted the bar and those who sat around it, then let her gaze travel over to where the entertainment was often held and she watched as some dancers twist and slide amongst the poles, even the few were at tables for those able to afford them, and there was even a dance floor for those who for some reason interested in other things. With ease, she made her way into the club, weaving through those that passed by, waving off those who already tried to make a pass at her. It wasn't long before she had made her way to the bar and leaned against it while she waited for the bartender to finish his previous order. Once he was done, she watch him pass the others and approach her.
"What will it be?" His voice was soft, his eyes trained on her's, though clearly from wanting to keep the well respected job.
The woman smiled, knowing his reaction was a compliment. "Petrus Pomerol '98." She ordered, drawing a more shocked look from the bartender.
"Quite expensive taste you have, Miss." The bartender said, but without further words, went over to a small phone. He picked up the reciever and pushed one of the buttons, and once he was connected he spoke, "Bring up some from Number-1459, we have a lovely Miss who requested some." With that, he hung up the phone and returned to her. "It won't be long, any thing else?"
"Nothing for now." She said with a smile, before she opened her purse and pulled out a thousand dollar bill and placed it on the counter. "Oh, I almost forgot." Returning to her purse she pulled out this time, a five-hundred dollar bill and handed it the bartender. "Your tip."
The bartender uttered a shocked thanks, seeming to be in awe at the kind of money he just made. He knew that the wine she ordered wasn't cheap, the item number he ordered with was '1459' not because it was cataloging, but it was the actual price the drink was sold for. While normally she would have been short, since she wasn't buying the bottle the place sold glasses of the fine wine for a mere grand.
The woman turned her back and leaned against the bar, tapping her finger delicately on the dark wood to the beat of the music while she waited for her drink to come. For a moment, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt unerved, though she made sure it didn't show. Perhaps it was all the eyes that were drawn to what she wore, half the men already undressing her in their minds. Maybe it was the stale air and the crowd of people around, whatever was on her mind was quickly placed in the back of her thoughts as the bartender caught her attention, and placed a glass before her.
Saying her thanks, she lifted the glass and gave a seductive 'cheers' with a tip of her glass and then raised the glass to her lips. She couldn't help the faint moan escape her lips as she felt the fine wine enfold her tongue, assulting her tastebuds with the taste of berries, mocha and oak that came from the purple hued mixture. The grapes used for this wine were harvested early and matured slowly, and many considered the wine to be the third most expensive wine there was, and it held up to its standards. Lowering the glass, she giggled lightly at the sight of the lip print made on the glass, before she returned to staring out into the club, holding the drink in her hand.
"Have we met before?" A male's voice came from her left side, drawing her gaze to the source.
Standing there, dressed in a black, tailored suit with a red shirt, was a young man about thirty-four. His short hair was slicked back and he appeared more businessman than club-goer. He wore some gold rings on his hands and necklaces danced the flickering lights off them. As he stood there, he removed a pair of sunglasses and tucked them in his coat pocket.
"Ah, but how could we? I would have remembered such a lovely creature." The man's voice held a Europian accent, hard to place with how his english threw it off as if he was born here and grew up trying to copy the accent of his parents.
'His charm could use some work.' The woman thought to herself, before she smiled at him. "No, we haven't met."
"Then where are my manners?" The man gave a small laugh and then gave a bow. "I am Ramon Croix, I'm the owner of 'Night Life', at your service." Standing up straight he looked her over.
"Christine," She introduced herself, extending a hand to the host of the club. She blushed, as if on cue, when Ramon took her hand and drew it to his lips, before kissing the back of her hand softly. "Pleasure meeting you." As she spoke, her voice dipped into a more alluring tone.
"Well then, Lady Christine, what brings you to these charming confines?" As Ramon spoke, he shifted closer to his new 'friend'.
"I'm...looking for something." Christine stated softly, dipping her head down as she spoke. She busied herself with running her fingertip around the rim of the glass. "Something, not easy to get." As she spoke, a small shuddered ran down her spine.
"Oh? What would that be my beauty?" Ramon swept his arm out over the club as he spoke. "We have music, dance, wine. Tell me what it is you wish for?" His words were laced, as if he was trying to sell a product at the same time as seducing her with his wealth.
Christine felt another shudder, one a bit more stronger than before. Her senses were being assulted; the music ringing in her ears, Ramon's cheap cologne catching her sense of smell. The wine lingering on her tongue still as she raised the glass for another drink. After letting out a sigh of relief as the wine hit her palate, her blue eyes locked with Ramon's dark brown eyes. Leaning in close, despite the strengthing, pugant smell of the cologne, her voice became seductive as she whispered a word into Ramon's ear.
"Lucid." Christine felt the words leave her lips, as if the remble she felt in them was caused by the words and not her own body. Leaning back, she looked up at him with her eyes seeming to cloud with need.
Ramon's expression had changed the moment he heard the word come off her ruby lips. He no longer looked like one who would swoon over your very being and seduce you with their words, now he looked more serious than a executioner about to hang someone. Slowly his eyes darted around, before returning to her. "Come with me."
With that, he motioned for her to follow him. He moved quickly, almost getting to where he pushed others out of the way as he lead her upstairs to the more exclusive part of the club and then again going up to a personal level that overlooked the entire club. Swiping a card across an access panel, Ramon entered a few numbers on the pad and when the door unlocked, he stepped inside. Holding the door opened, he allowed her to enter and once the door was closed, he made his way over the the desk that stood within the strangely decorated office. Sitting down, Ramon motioned for her to sit down in the chair, and he watched her closely as she did.
"You don't look like a 'User'." Ramon stated, leaning back in the chair, interlocking his fingers as he stared at her.
"I'm not you're average one. I don't purchase low-end quality nor do I purchase small amounts." Christine spoke, her demenor still holding a seductive feel despite her serious gaze.
Ramon laughed, before he reached into his jacket. When his hand withdraw, a glint of light bounced off the body of a 9mm that he placed on the desk, the barrel facing her. With the gun on the desk, he then reached into a drawer in his desk and after some rumaging, he pulled out a plastic bag. Inside it were six tablets or various tablets resembling esctacy with a large 'L' one one side and an eye stamped into the other side. Carefully he placed the bag on his desk, watching his guest more carefully.
"How much?" Ramon asked, clearly into business more than questions. He watched as the woman in front of him sat there, legs crossed, unphased by the gun that was placed in front of her.
Christine let the tip of her tongue glide along her lower lip, moistening it as she looked at the pills before her. After a pause, she spoke. "I'm looking for two-thousand, for starters." She placed the order as if she was ordering at the bar. After she spoke she once more reached into her handbag, briefly noticing Ramon's tensing up. From within she pulled out a couple hundred and placed them on the desk and then quickly snatching up the bag.
Ramon hardly moved, understanding that the customer most likely wanted some now, while they ordered. His posture eased up when she sat back down. "It will cost you a quarter, credits acceptible." He spoke, his tone being more than enough to let the price be known as a quarter-million.
"I'll take them now then." Christine said, knowing that Ramon would have that amount on him, otherwise he wouldn't have stated the price. She watched as Ramon was silent for a moment, before making a quick call himself.
As Ramon spoke on the phone, Christine fumbled with the packet she held, feeling the tablets between her fingers as she swallowed hard. Her mouth was getting dry, though it wasn't from the wine. She was getting more uneasy, as if something was going to happen. Finally getting the bag opened, she let one of the pills fall into her hand, and in a swift motion she took it, getting it down without the need for water. Her eyes fell closed as she felt her throat push it down, and when she opened her eyes she noticed Ramon wasn't on the phone any more and had been watching her. With a blush appearing on her soft features, she hiked the side of her dress up and tucked the bag into her mesh stockings.
"I do hope you can afford all this." Ramon said, almost acting as if double-crossing was something he knew of.
"I told you, I'm not your average user. I know what I want and how to get it." Christine spoke, her voice defiant as the lipstick that contrasted against her features. "You'll get paid when the product is here."
Christine paused for a moment to shiver, only this time it wasn't out of fear or unease. She knew the drug was starting to take effect; warming her insides slowly before she felt the tell-all increase in her heartrate, her breathing slowly increasing too. The drug worked fast, already progressing to where her heated skin felt the cooler air of the room and it made her skin crawl, beads of sweat already forming on her shoulders.
"I see what you mean when you said you weren't an 'average' user, you seem to handle the effects quite well." Ramon said, watching his client still, though his eyes held more sinister ideas in them.
For once Christine didn't say anything, instead she started to fan herself with her hand lightly. By now, her body felt everything; the velvet-cloth of her dress against her skin, she even heard the faint rustle it made. When she managed to think of something to say, Ramon had already altered things.
She wasn't sure when he had gotten up, or made his way around the desk. But now he had placed himself on the edge of the desk right in front of her. She hadn't been expecting that, nor the hand that reached out and took hold of her jaw firmly, forcing her to look at Ramon's heated gaze. His grip, although painful, seemed to send sparks throughout Christine's body as his touch caressed her skin.
"While we wait, why not tell me how the new batch is? Five times the strength of the regular stuff, works faster too." As Ramon spoke, he watched his 'captive' grow wide-eyed a bit before he gave a smile that was thick with toxins. "How about some 'fun' while we wait?" With that, Ramon took what he wanted by dragging her mouth to his.
At first Christine fought, but Ramon's grip and the drug's effects quickly changed that. A small gasp escaped her lips, parting them enough for Ramon to force the deeper kiss while his other hand took hold of the back of her neck to keep her head still. He seemed to enjoy the little fight she had in her but soon his mouth left her's, leaving a saliva trail and her panting. It was quick, but before she could react, she felt him move and then tugged her off the seat. She landed on her knees, his one hand still at the back of her neck while the other went to work at his pants. He made quick work of the fabric and easily pulled himself free and once more forced his will on her.
Christine couldn't stop it, the simplier eroticness of being handled like that when with a lover, was made more by the drug's effects. She knew why it was called 'Lucid' it made you become aware of things that pleasure the senses. While, like in her current situation, someone felt turned on about being dominated, they would enjoy it even more when on the drug. Even though the shaft that was being practically forced down her throat wasn't one she would considered 'good' but already the drug made even this thug enjoyable. The hard heat it gave as it repeatedly passed her lips, just stroked the fire of her own need inside. When she heard Ramon groan, she felt his shaft pulse briefly before it was quickly withdrawn from the moist cavern of her mouth. The next thing she felt was something warm hitting her across the face and when her eyes opened, she saw the last spurt of Ramon's seed leave his shaft.
"That was amazing, but I'm not done yet." Ramon said, not even caring about the guy who walked in through a backroom, carrying a large container. Setting it down, the man opened it briefly to exposed the large amount of pills, before closing it and leaving. With the man now gone, Ramon seemed intent on finishing what he started.
He took hold of Christine and helped her to her feet and steadied herself on shaking legs. With as much ease as a bull, he pushed her over the desk and stood behind her, holding her down with his hand between her shoulders as his other moved down her leg.
'Ah, shit...not good' Christine's thoughts ran through her head. Things were getting out of control fast, and she knew things couldn't do that. But the drug made her body feel alive, and Ramon's hand as it slide up her leg was adding to the fire.
"Now, give it...what...the...FUCK!" Ramon's voice changed quickly with shock as his hand came across something that shouldn't be where it was.
Instantly, Christine managed to right herself and throwing an elbow backwards, she felt it connest with Ramon's head and knocking him backwards. For a moment, her mind came back and her hand quickly found the gun Ramon had left on the desk and took hold of it, before turning it on Ramon.
Ramon looked up at her, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "You son of a..." He was silenced by Christine cocking the hammer of the gun back.
"Stay right there and I won't shoot you." Christine spoke, this time something was different about her. Her voice seemed to be much deeper.
When Ramon realised what had happened, he cussed before hitting something attached to his watch. Instantly, an alarm began ringing as the area suddenly erupted. Some of the doors suddenly blew off at the hindges and canisters were thrown into the club amongst the scattering patrons. From over head, glass shattered at uniformed men started repelling into the club from the skylight. All around people were making for the exits while others, started to draw weapons of their own. They were quickly rushed by armed men on the ground and prevented them from shooting, soon the lower floor was filled with men and smoke and the middle floor was being cleared out.
Christine could see the one man leading the way up to the office where she was and it wasn't long before the door started to shake as something bashed against the locks. She felt relief, for her attention was on Ramon and the door so much, that she forgot about the hidden door the man had come out of earlier. Just as the door burst off its hinges, her eyes caught sight of the door opening and a man stepping out. In his arm, was a shotgun and the sound of a round being loaded rung out and Christine turned and aimed the gun she held at the man with the gun. Aiming, she pulled the trigger and fired off a round, a loud bang piercing the silence that was made as the dj ducked for cover behind his equipment. She watched, surprised as the bullet missed the target, along with the next few rounds that she fired until she saw the barrel become aimed at her. For a moment, time slowed down.
One of the uniformed men came through the door after it had been knocked down, and seeing the threat aimed a large caliber pistol and fired a few rounds himself. These shots were more controled, placed right where they were aimed and the bullets did their job at tearing into the armed man and throwing his body against the wall. As the man's blood left a smeared trail towards the floor, a motion drew Christine's attention to where Ramon had been. She hadn't expected him to have gotten up, let alone making a lunge towards her. She waited for the eminent impact that would come, but when she felt something impact from behind, she could barely see the one who had shot the gunman was now diving and tackling her to the ground. As their bodies crashed into the ground, Christine was able to catch the fearful look on Ramon's face, before his body disappeared through the glass window over-looking the lower floors and he fell. Even with all the noise, the sound of his body landing on a table and breaking it, could be heard from where she was and the sound caused a sick feeling to hit her stomach.
She felt the man who grabbed her shift and then sit back, others entering the room with semi-automatic guns and quickly entering the back room. It was long before others were being taken out quickly, their hands tied behind their back and weapons trained on them. A black-gloved hand was suddenly thrusted in front of her, drawing her attention up to the masked man standing over her. Taking the strong hand in her's, she allows him to help her to her feet.
"Are you alright?" A masculine voice asked, the gas-mask he wore muffling his words a bit.
Seeming dazed at what had just happened, she merely titled her head quizzingly to the side as if she didn't understand.
With that, the man reached up and undid the straps to the mask and with a fluid motion, lifted from his face. Brown hair, spotted with strands of grey hair, rustled at being free of its bindings of a mask and helmet, while striking green eyes stared at her.
"Hey, BISHOP!" The man said sharply, snapping his fingers in front of those blue eyes at held dilated pupils.
"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine." Her responce seemed forced as she made her way over to the desk and sat down on the edge. "I was just...nearly..." She seemed breathe a bit heavily, before she reached up to grasp a bit of the blonde hair, before pulling it forward to reveal a wig and beneath it, a collection of purple and green streaked hair that fell down to the shoulders.
"You'll be fine, Bishop." The man said, not bothered by what the other was doing.
"Still find it hard to call me Daemon? Cause I'm a boy?" The former 'female' Bishop asked softly. "Why King?" He asked, pausing when he saw the man's intense gaze fall on him.
"For now, keep it professional." King stated before he walked over to where Ramon had fell through, and staring down to where the body now was, he cussed. "There goes that lead, Captain won't be too happy."
"You got what you wanted though."; Bishop asked, his eyes seeking the container that held the tablets he ordered before."Took some work, but I managed to get some." As he sat on the desk, his breathing was still coming out in pants.
"Well, let's get back. The Captain will deal with this tomorrow." King said as he headed towards the door, pausing to wait for Bishop to stand up and follow on shakey legs.
(Later That Night)
"Are you ok?" King asked, his striking green eyes glanced over Bishop as they entered the run-down apartment King lived in. He had been watching him ever since they left the club and noticed how Bishop was still trembling.
"I...I'm fine." Bishop said, his breathing still labored as he sat on a stool and hiked up the side of the dress to begin unzipping the boots he wore, removing them before rubbing his feet lightly.
"Alright, I'm going to get out of my gear." King said, before he walked through the home and disappeared behind the curtain that served as a door. Moments later, the jingle of metal clasps being undone filtered out into the room.
Bishop remained seated on the stool, his blue eyes scanning the apartment. His gaze noted the peeling wall paper and the loose floorboard the stuck up above the others, to the doorway King disappeared behind. A smile formed on his lips at the thought of King living a more modest lifestyle. He knew the former soldier made enough to live better, but even Bishop knew that King often used the money he made for more positive things. As his mind found King's image drifting through it, Bishop felt a warmth slowly flood his senses. He groaned softly, having it come out more lustful than annoyence as he felt his mouth go dry. He now believed the dealer when he said it was a new batch of drugs, for the lesser quality of 'Lucid' didn't last this long. Before the drug never held it's control over him to where he was unable to fight it, and thoughts of what could have happened at the club made his stomach churn.
"Are you going to be wearing that long?" King's voice came from behind Bishop, startling him out of his thoughts. King watched as the younger man looked down at what he was wearing. He had already changed into his black pants and blue shirt he often wears under his trench-coat.
"No, it's not really my style." Bishop joked, flashing a wink at the older man before he reached up and started fumbling with the knot that tied the back of the dress up. After some more attempts, Bishop huffed in exaggeration. "I'm stuck King, can you help me?" With the pleading request, he turned to King.
"Sure." King said calmly, before he went about trying to undo the knot. "I forgot to ask earlier, but where did you get this outfit anyway?" King asked, glancing over the red dress. It looked like something a real classy lady would have worn, not something an erotic dancer would wear.
"Some shop around the corner, then I altered it to fit my needs." Bishop stated, almost proud of his work. But as he felt King's hand glance across his neck as he worked, he started to feel a familair itch in the heart of his being. "King hurry! Get me out of this!" As he spoke, Bishop felt King's hands pause, before a tug came, followed by a loud ripping sound that caused Bishop to gasp. As the fabric fell away it exposed his pale chest that held no real bust, the dress having to have things sewn in to give the appearence of breasts, and the delicate bones rose and fell with each increasingly panting breaths.
Slipping from the stool Bishop let the rest of the dress pool at his feet, leaving him now dressed in a pair of stockings connected to a garter-belt and a pair of red thongs. Goosebumps appeared along Bishop's arms as he turned around and let his eyes land on King. He found himself biting at his coloured lips as his body started to tremble more, but not from fear. Reaching out, he took hold of King's hand before he looked up, a red hue crawling into his features as he did.
"King? Can we..." Bishop asked, but was cut off when King's intense gaze locked onto his.
"It's that bad?" King's tone had softened, but his gaze was still like a predator's. He knew what Bishop wanted, it happened everytime he took the drug 'Lucid'. King's jaw tightened briefly as he recalled the day he first started the case on the drug. He had met Bishop at a club where he danced and after meeting his new 'partner' they had came across a dealer that had lead them further into the drug ring. It was then that King was given some himself and, while not having used it before, King found himself under the effects of the drug. The experience ended with Bishop helping King into a cold shower, but the drug had already taken its toll and Bishop found himself pressed against the shower wall with King taking him from behind.
King's attention snapped back to the present when he felt Bishop step closer to him and his fingers slipped up into the mess of brown and grey hair. Tilting his head down, King gave a nod and welcomed the kiss that Bishop gave him.
Bishop groaned as he pressed his lips to King's, hungerly searching for a means to deepen it and upon feeling King's lips part, he deepened it. He let his tongue battle with King's, all the while King wrapped his arms around Bishop's smaller, more femanine body to draw it against his. Bishop knew King felt how hot he was, the thin layer of sweat already forming from just the kiss. As Bishop let his senses go, he felt King's hand caressing down his spine and go on to hold Bishop's buttocks. Wanting more, Bishop moved his hands down to King's waist and began tugging at his shirt to free it from his waist, before lifting it over King's head.
King watched, having broken the kiss to let his shirt be removed, as Bishop began placing kisses on his neck and then started to go lower. First came a kiss to the large scar on King's right shoulder, a bullet wound from a previous case he worked, and then another kiss to a much larger scar that rested over King's heart. Bishop spent a little more time here, knowing this scar was more precious than the others, for under it was the powerful beats of King's new heart. It too, was the result of his previous case when it went terribly wrong and King was impailed in the heart with a metal rod. Now, the new heart could be felt beatting with each kiss Bishop made, before his lips moved to the smaller scars created from the hot shrapnel.
When Bishop's lips reached King's waist, he went to remove the pants but was stopped. Looking up, Bishop watched King's expression.
"Come." King said, holding his hand out in an invitation. Without another word, King took Bishop's hand, then pulled him closer so King could lift him up in his arms. As Bishop returned to kissing King's neck, King took his lover to the bedroom.
"You're such a romantic." Bishop exclaimed sweetly as he was carried across the threshold to the large bed.
"Shut it, Bishop." King said, his tone making it hard to tell it's meaning, but it nonetheless cause Bishop to giggle, before King all but dropped Bishop on the bed.
"Like I said, 'romantic'." Bishop laughed, though a gasp lodged in his throat when he felt King's hand press against his crotch.
A smirk formed on King's lips as he heard the gasp, watching Bishop's body start to fidget and his breathing increased as King's hand slowly stroked up and down the front end of Bishop's thong. He could feel the fabric stretching from the aroused organ that it held, and King's fingertip brushed against the top, feeling a damp patch form. Pressing the damp spot more, King watched as Bishop laid back on the bed and groan as his length flexed under the sensual touch. Giving the hidden organ a soft squeeze, he smiled as Bishop's body lifted a bit, an offer to take the damning article of clothing off. Not wanting to keep his love, King obliged and, after effortlessly unclasping the garter from his stockings, he began sliding them off.
Bishop moaned, anxious to get free of the clothes so that he could get what he wanted. Already his senses were like a live wire, and any more teasing would have sent him over the edge. When he felt the fabric pass his ankles, Bishop cried out when he felt King take his aching shaft, at first in his hand, and then up to his mouth.
King felt Bishop's body fighting to not thrash about and he smiled as he looked up to see the lustful blue eyes staring at his. As his head bobbed, King let his tongue slide slowly along the underside of Bishop's length. Each revolution he made cause Bishop's pants and groans to increase as he felt his body tense up like a spring, quickly building and building. With Bishop throwing his head back and crying out, King soon felt the warmth of Bishop's release in his mouth, and King quickly got it down.
Bishop could only lay there, panting heavily as he enjoyed his first release and knowing it wouldn't be the only one. With shaking limbs, Bishop lifted himself up to look at King.
"King? Please?" Bishop's plead came out in pants as his heart raced and his blood boiled. His body wanted, craved for more and he was going to get it.
"Does the poor Bishop need something?" King couldn't help but tease the younger, hot male.
"Ash! Get in me now damn it!" Bishop ordered, his body was on fire and he wanted the need fulfilled.
King's next move, placed him atop of Bishop. But this time was different, for King held Bishop's wrists in one hand and the other held the slender jaw. "What did I say about using my name?" King asked, not liking how Bishop had said his given name.
Before Bishop could speak, King's heated, predator-like gaze shifted and King claimed Bishop's lips with his. As he commanded the kiss, King's hand shoved his pants down and kicked them off, before he took hold of his own nine-inch shaft. When he felt Bishop's legs part, King quickly directed it to Bishop's rear and with a solid thrust he sank his shaft into Bishop, causing a gasp of pain and pleasure to come from Bishop.
"Sorry." King whispered against Bishop's lips, though unsure why he appoligised seeing how Bishop wanted it that quickly.
"It's...ok." Bishop said around the panting caused by the feel of the thick source of heat buried within. His past had been filled with others, many of them wanting just his body and were not gentle themselves, but Bishop smiled, knowing that even though his lover was a bit rough, there was more tenderness, love and care in this love-making than any before. Even as he felt King withdraw and thrust into him again, Bishop could only give himself up to the pleasure that was being created.
King supported himself on his forearms, allowing him to look down ad Bishop's lustful expression; the blue eyes that glanced at him from half-closed eyes, the blush that grew on his features, to the pink tongue that traced along it's owner's lower lips. Dipping his head, King let his lips close around the lower lip of Bishop, and he suckled softly. The sensual, erotic gesture bring further crimson to Bishop's face and an accompanying groan. He felt Bishop's hands snake their way into his dual-toned hair, grabbing a fistful in an attempt to keep him there.
Once more, Bishop felt his insides start to coil like a spring under tension. His hands left King's hair and wrapped themselves around the scarred chest above him. He felt the strong muscles move with each thrust, each laboured breath that King took. The rough exterior of King never bother Bishop, in fact he found the scars and the tone body to be more of a work of art than anything else, and the love that he felt from the normally withdrawn King only added to the beauty.
"King...I...I'm.." Bishop struggled to get past his lips.
King felt a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth when he heard Bishop's words. He somehow enjoyed the fact that Bishop would always announce when he was about to climax, and sought to give Bishop that final push. "Ok, together now Daemon."
Normally hearing King use his first name, Bishop would normally get all giddy. But hearing his name, plus feeling King's lips caress his neck, Bishop couldn't stop the onslaught of feelings that came from his sensative neck being stimulated, while King stroke him elsewhere. Bishop held back the best he could but when he heard King's own cry of pleasure, combined with the strings of heat he now felt pulsing into him from King's length, pushed him over the edge.
Crying out loudly, Bishop's body tensed and arched under King's, as his own body released and sent his own fluid to come splashing up between them. Together, they both slumped down on the matress, breathing heavily and enjoying the afterglow of their heated session. He embraced King's slightly quivering form, and let his older lover rest a bit. Soon, he felt King roll to the side and slip free, letting loose his seed that he placed within Bishop, before stretching out and watching his lover crawl up the bed and into his arms. The two of them laid there, silently as they enjoyed the moment.
"Hey, Bishop?" King asked softly.
"Yes, King?" Bishop asked, looking up softly at his lover's face.
"Who taught you how to shoot a gun?" King asked,the question catching Bishop off guard.