Together Again - Uncut
Scene 1
"Sir? Are you awake?" Phipps peered around the door, spotting
the empty double bed. Edging into the room, he heard the rush of
water in the shower and cleared his throat, starting towards the door.
A voice halted him in his tracks. "Phipps? Is that you?"
Phipps felt a thousand butterflies explode to life in his stomach,
wishing that he hadn't agreed to remain working for McCafferty
enterprises for the hundredth time that day, his hands shaking around
the folder he was carrying.
"Yes sir." He turned to see the en suite shower door slide
open, as Ronan stepped out, his long, damp hair loose about his
muscular shoulder, his body clad in a damp towel that concealed very
little of him.
Walking across the room with the controlled grace of a big cat, he
gave Phipps a lazy, yet dangerous smile. Stepping passed the older
man, he slowly pushed the door shut, turning the heavy key in the
lock.
His back against the door, his green eyes glittered wickedly as he
gazed at Phipps. "Just to make certain we aren't
disturbed." He purred silkily, running one hand down his solid,
moisture-coated chest.
Gesturing for his compatriot to sit down at the large seat at the
desk, he pretended not to notice the beads of sweat breaking out on
Phipps' forehead, as he sat down on the edge of the massive
mahogany structure, the towel riding up his dripping thighs.
"What news do you have for me?" Never taking his eyes away
from the nervous businessman, McCafferty inclined his head with a
wicked smile. "All good I hope…you would want a bonus,
don't
you?"
"Its all the best news, sir." With trembling, sweating hands,
Phipps handed his master the folder, swallowing hard. "All your
legitimate businesses are bringing in at least fifty per cent profits
and the…others are doing equally well."
"That's very good news." McCafferty nodded absently.
Standing up, he loosened the towel around his waist, slowly starting
to towel himself down under Phipps incredulous gaze.
Moistening his lips with the tip of his tongue, the businessman
cleared his throat, running his finger nervously along the inside of
his collar as he stared at the muscles in Ronan's back rippling
lightly.
"Sir…perhaps I should go?" He suggested, shifting his
folder so it lay across his lap. He was having enough trouble
breathing, let alone talking.
"Don't be ridiculous, Phipps." His deep, rich laugh made
Phipps shiver with delight, as he dropped the towel and pulled on a
loose robe, turning to face his companion. "I want to talk to you
a
while."
Swivelling the chair around, he leaned down, his hands on the arms of
the chair, his silky hair still loose. His face barely inches from
Phipps', he tilted his head curiously with a shy smile.
"You're not afraid of me, are you, my friend?"
Swallowing hard, Phipps shook his head vehemently, his eyes wandering
down his master's body as the robe fell open. "No, sir."
He mumbled,
taking all of his strength to stifle a moan of desire.
"And you've always been faithful to me, haven't
you,Phipps?" Struck
by the obvious double-entendre, Phipps nodded weakly. How could he
ever betray this man. A man he feared and adored more with each day.
Tilting the older man's face up to his, McCaffety's smile
sent thrills racing down Phipps' spine. The smile seemed to
suggest
that if anything further happened, it was bound to be good. Very good.
His hand still gently cupping his friend and agent's face,
Ronan's thumb gently stroked Phipps' cheek, his eyes dark,
shadowed.
"I told you that you would get a bonus, didn't I?" He
murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "Name it. You can have
anything…"
Sweat was pouring down his face as he stumbled to his feet, pushing
his way past McCafferty. "I have to go, sir." He gasped, his
breath escaping in ragged pants. "I have to go so…" He
fumbled with
the key in the lock.
"Oh, Phipps." Ronan sighed sadly, his expression full of
disappointment. "You are scared of me, aren't you?"
Reluctantly turning around, the expression on his master's face
made his heart break. NO! The bastard's a master of twisting
emotions! Walk away. Get out! Leave him and forget about it.
It'll
never happen.
He turned back to the door, trying to twist the key, but it
wouldn't move. A hand fell on his shoulder and he whirled around
to
come face to face with Ronan.
"Phipps, darlin', whats the hurry?" One hand against the
door, his body trapping Phipps' between him and the panel of wood,
McCafferty easily pulled the key out, tossing it casually over his
shoulder. "We aren't goin' to be disturbed and yet, ye
want to run
away from me."
"Please, sir." McCafferty's hand ran down his cheek,
slipping to his tie.
"Come now, darlin'." Sliding his hand under his
companion's shirt,
Ronan gave him one of his dazzling smiles. "You've wanted
this for a long time…and what better bonus for me prize
agent?"
Pressing his lips urgently to Phipps', he felt the sophisticated
businessman throw off all his qualms, responding hungrily. So much
for being a reluctant party, McCafferty thought, with a mental grin.
This was one way to secure his agent's loyalty and damn! It was
fun too!
"Do you love me, Phipps?"
Nodding weakly, breathless from the kiss, Phipps mumbled. "Yes,
sir."
Discarding the worthless shirt, he pushed the sweat-soaked dark hair
back from his face and softly asked. "Will you always be loyal to
me, Phipps."
"Always, sir."
Smiling, he nodded. "That's my boy." He murmured huskily.
"That's my
boy."
Then, he moved in again swiftly, his talented mouth sealing over
Phipps' with all the force, fire and power that the older
business man expected, a low moan of pleasure reverberating between
them.
Drawing back, the panel of the door firm against his back, Phipps
raised a trembling hand, brushed it shakily over his forehead. His
legs felt like jelly, his mind and body were in a delirious whirl,
his skin thrumming.
"Feeling better, darlin'?" The soft lilt in
McCafferty's voice was
undercut by the dangerous tone that always lingered there, one of his
lazy, but murderous hands caressing Phipps' cheek, eyes dark
beneath copper brows.
His hand stretched out and carelessly grasped the front of
Phipps' expensive trousers, the material parting with a soft
ripping
sound, Phipps' pale eyes widening in surprise, the rush of cool
air
raising every hair on his body. "Sir..."
McCafferty curled one hand around Phipps' throbbing member, smile
slightly and dropped light kiss on the other man's lips.
"Hush, darlin'." He whispered, the pad of his thumb
capturing a
droplet of the other man's intimate emissions, raising his hand
to
his lips,his tongue laving his thumb clean.
Phipps stifled a moan of desire, seeing the pink tip of the tongue
swirl lazily around the cum-stained digit. McCafferty tightened his
grip for a long moment, a devious smile arching his mouth upwards.
"I told you to hush, Cedric." He quietly reminded the other
man, stepping back.
Leaving the dark-haired businessman leaning weakly against the door,
McCafferty turned, stalking across the room, his whole demeanour
speaking measure of the dangerous personality that lurked beneath the
dazzling appearance.
Warily watching as his employer and Master paused at the side of the
expansive bed, one hand instinctively straying up his bared chest,
Phipps forced his breathing to return to normal, gritting his teeth.
If he moved fast, he could find the key and get out, get far, far...
McCafferty let the robe slide from his shoulders, the silk caressing
its way down his arms and broad back. He remained as motionless as a
statue under Phipps' awestruck gaze, only shifting to gaze
enigmatically over his shoulder at the older man.
Seeming to almost fall forward in slow-motion, the copper-haired man
sprawled elegantly on the bed, seeming more intent on the patterns on
the silken sheets than the very aroused man standing halfway across
the room.
"Good God..." Swallowing hard, grateful that the door was
– in fact – there to hold him semi-upright, Phipps felt a
tremor of
need rush through him. McCafferty ignored the barely whispered words,
stroking his own growing erection, lazing on his side, one hand
propping his head up. His hooded eyes watching Phipps intently,
hungrily from between red-gold curtains of gleaming hair.
Crooking one finger, McCafferty beckoned, his even teeth capturing
his lower lip in a feigned gesture of shy nervousness, his eyes
glinting with delight at his obvious desire to control of the older
man. "Come here, Cedric."
Phipps shivered, pressed his eyes shut, tried to ignore the pull of
the man, the power that throbbed from him, leaned back against the
door, hands spread on the wood, as if it were the only thing to
prevent him falling off a precarious ledge.
The situation was all wrong: standing in a room, half-naked with your
knickers around your ankles was vaguely acceptable, but clinging to a
door as defence, while the man you desired more than anything invited
to his bed was just wrong. If he let himself be controlled now, he
would always be controlled.
And the thoughts of control sailed out of the expensive, double-
glazed windows when a pair of firm hands ran up the backs of his
thighs, his body jerking back and slamming against the door, eyes
snapping open and focusing on McCafferty smirking up at him.
"When I tell you to come, Phipps," His tongue lazily dragged
up Phipps' resurrecting erection, swirling lazily around the
weeping
head. Gripping the doorframe, his knuckles white, a trickle of blood
breaking from the spot where his teeth had torn through his lip,
Phipps moaned. Drawing back, McCafferty finished seductively.
"You come."
Stifling a whimper, as McCafferty's lips encircled his swollen
penis once more, Phipps could feel splinters of wood digging into the
tips of his fingers. He shouldn't...no, really...no matter how
good
it...
"Oh God..."
That seductive mouth drew back, the sensual tongue sweeping along the
wickedly sexy lips. "I prefer my day-to-day name,
darlin'." He was
practically purring, his voice a low, thrumming whisper. "Say it
for me."
"Sir..."
The warm hands that he hadn't even noticed stroking lightly up
and down the backs of his thighs withdrew, the delicious contact torn
away, making the dark man whimper. "That's not my name,
darlin'." The silky voice murmured, coppery head bowed.
"Say my name."
Weakly nodding in assent, his head back against the wood of the door,
eyes sinking closed, Phipps' ragged breath formed the words he
wished he had the strength to silence. "Macavity."
The final syllable had barely escaped when McCafferty's full body
slammed Phipps back against the wood, splintering it with the force,
his own erection clashing with Phipps', drawing another moan from
the businessman as hot mouths collided once more.
It seemed like only a second had passed, but one moment, Phipps was
aware of the rough wood grating against his bare back, the next, he
was flat on his back on the bed, legs spread to the winds.
McCafferty was kneeling between his thighs, looming over him, muscled
arms taut, his hands digging into the mattress on either side of
Phipps' head, loose hair brushing the older man's chest and
face. "That wasn't so difficult, was it?"
One lazy hand rose, lightly dragging its way down the darker
man's surpisingly firm chest, his whole body rising, arching
against
the calloused fingers, forcing the blunt nails roughly against his
skin, raising narrow welts of red.
"Please..." A harsh gasp escaped Phipps as McCafferty's
lips followed
the path of his hand, nipping and sucking on the older man's
burning
flesh. His devilish eyes never strayed from his victim's face,
his
free hand snaking under Phipps' arched body, running over his
buttocks.
Phipps was certain he was dying. He'd had relationships in the
past, a bored shag here, a casual fuck there, but nothing like this.
Electricty was dancing wildly over his flesh, his body jerking at
every touch, the hot and cold making his head spin, darkness spotting
the edge of his vision.
It had been so long since anyone had touched him intimately, so long
since he had another man's body as close as this, so...OH!
His pelvis bucked forward, eyes wide with pain, pleasure and shock as
McCafferty's intrusive finger wormed through the tight ring of
muscle.
"Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod..." Gasping the words like a
mantra, pale
blue eyes rolled back as McCafferty's burning mouth sealed over
his erection again, his fists tearing into the sheets, resisting the
urge to force the copper head harder against him.
A second finger joined the first as his master's other hand
joined the equation, the pressure on his sac from those fingers
adding to the hot, wet mouth and the exploratory fingertips. He felt
McCafferty's throat contract around his cock.
God, it felt good. So good. So damn goooooooooooooooooooooooooo....
With a half-scream, half-howl of plasure, his groin thrust upwards,
an explosion of light erupting behind his eyes. Distantly, he
registered the sound of the sheets tearing, opening his mouth to
inhale much needed air, only for McCafferty's to cover it, his
own fluids spilling from the sensual lips, catching in his breathless
throat.
"Yummy." McCafferty whispered, his mouth close to Phipps ear,
his own rock-hard erection still pushing against the other man's
wilting one. One finger pushed Phipps' still-gaping mouth
carefully
shut, the copper-haired man's lazy tongue lapping at the traces
of
cum on his victim's lips. "Eat up, darlin'."
Half-gagging, Phipps swallowed down hard, immediately gasping for
desperate breath, his head sagging back weakly, breath escaping in
weak pants. "Oh God..." Two large hands were moving in
caressing circles on his lower back and buttocks, gentle, maybe too
gentle, but he couldn't care less.
It was only when those hands raised his lower back off the bed that
he let himself wonder, let himself open his eyes to find McCafferty
gazing down at him, devoid of emotion, only a small, sarcastic smile
arching his mouth upwards.
"I told you to call me my normal name, darlin'." The soft
voice chastised, one hand soothingly rubbing over his hip. "We are
lovers, after all. Can't be doin' that ye think of me as God,
no
matter how accurate it may be."
Phipps nodded, let his head sink back, only realising his mistake and
misjudgement of the man above him an instant to late, when the
searing pain tore through his lower body, a ragged scream ripping
from his throat.
"Whatever's the matter, darlin'?" Unlubricated but for
the other man's
blood, McCafferty had sheathed himself within the older man
in one vicious stroke. Leaning downwards, the backs of Phipps'
thighs hard against his chest, he smirked. "You didn't expect
that,
did ye, darlin'?"
"Please..." It had been so long. He couldn't recall it
hurting,
hurting so much. Not before, not ever. It felt like he was being torn
from the inside out, but it still felt so...damn...good. "Please,
Macavity..." His hands faltered, grasping for the younger man
desperately, the pain blinding.
"Come now, darlin'," His upper-arms brushing against the
back of
Phipps' knees, McCafferty bent in and planted a rough kiss on the
other man's lips. "You know you want the pain. Just like
everyone
else, you like ta feel the pain."
"No..." More of a whimper than a word, the dark-haired
man's hands
rose of their own accord, running through the sweat-tangled red hair,
drawing McCafferty's mouth down in another punishing kiss.
"No
more..."
Biting down on Phipps' lower lip, revelling in the groan of pain
as he thrust viciously once again, McCafferty allowed himself a
mental smirk feeling the other man's flaccid cock flare to life
against him. "Are you sure, darlin'?"
The desperately hungry kiss he received answered all his question,
his muscles tensing as he thrust cruelly, in and out, in and out.
Dark red trickled down, dripped from lean thighs and less-lean
buttocks, invisibly staining black.
Moans and whimpers of pain combined with pleasure crept from the dakr
haired man, his body bathed in a sheen of sweat, growing harder and
tenser with every thrust of the man who now owned him, owned
everything about him.
"Macavity...please..." His supplications were stifled by the
redhead's mouth, wicked tongue prying its way into the moist
cavern
of his mouth.
Drawing his mouth away and nipping and Phipps' calf with his
blunt teeth, McCafferty smirked, drawling lazily a repetition of his
earlier words. "When I tell you to come, Cedric," His eyes
glinted with devilry. "You come."
"Please..." How the copper-haired bastard could hold off for
so long was beyond his victim. It seemed impossible that someone who
got off on pain and perversion didn't finish before he'd
started. But
then, McCafferty was different.
With an almost bored look of assent, McCafferty nodded, green orbs
focused intently on Phipps' astounded face, his hot load
splattering all over both of their chests, mingling with the sweat
and blood already covering them both.
Sagging back with relief and more than a faint measure of
satisfaction, the dark businessman screamed aloud when he felt
McCafferty slowly withdraw, then thrust into him as hard as he could,
flesh tearing, nearly sending Phipps into an unconscious delirium of
pain.
The sensation of McCafferty's erection spewing burning semen into
his torn body should have satisfied hijm, but the pain...the pain
made thinking of anyting but curling up in a tiny ball and sobbing
unbearable.
And yet...he had liked it.
More than that.
Having McCafferty hurt him, giving him his full attention, it had
been horribly satisfying and the best sex he had ever had.
He winced, whimpered as McCafferty withdrew, rolling lazily onto his
back on the blood- and cum-spattered sheets, one hand lazily propped
behind his head, the other absently tracing patterns in the mess on
his chest.
He didn't look at Phipps, the domineering smile that arced his
lips both cruel and predatory. "I seem to be in a bit of a mess,
darlin'." He focused his attention on the canopy of the bed,
lifting
his hand and proffering it to the other man. "Mayhap, you should
clean me up."
"Sir...?" Green eyes flicked briefly towards him, a flare of
angering shining in them. With a nod of understanding, he cradled his
Master's hand between his, licking at the nauseating blend of
emissions that stained the younger man's skin.
After half an hour of Phipps' careful, wary ministrations that
left him as clean as he could be without a shower, McCafferty
gestured for the dark-haired man to move away, letting him curl into
a tight foetal position at the bottom of the bed, his body still
crusted with blood and the like.
Drawing a sheet over his body, McCafferty glanced briefly down at the
already-half-sleeping Phipps, a small smile crooking his lips.
It was definitely good to be in control.
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