"Carnal Desire"

By Raising Kane

Disclaimer: : I'd absolutely love to own them, but I don't. I imply nothing about the sexual orientation, religious beliefs, etc. of any of the characters. This is simply a work of fiction produced by my twisted and adventurous mind.
Distribution: Shadows of the Moon, anyone else...if you really want it... just ask first please.
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Uh, nope. You have to read to find out. Sorry.
Content: m/m relationships and sex, bondage (very light), extreme language
Dedication: For Jade-who saddled me with a new muse. *growls* This is completely her fault. For Pen - who is the most lovely beta reader and helped me out greatly with translating my dialogue. *eg*

He noticed him as soon as he walked in the front door of the club. He had the look of a man on the prowl. The fact that he was attired in black from head to toe gave him an air of danger. The man's stride reminded him of a panther, smooth and slow, while stalking prey. Seemingly uncaring of his surroundings he walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. He took in the man's black leather jacket, his square-toed black leather harness boots, tight black jeans, and a fitted black leather vest cut low in the front. Just looking at his ass in those jeans was making him hard. The man looked up from the bar once he had his drink and surveyed the room. He waited for him to look his way. Finally, their eyes met across the crowded room. He shot him an openly carnal gaze as he licked his lips, the resulting wetness giving them a slightly glossy look in the dim bar light. A lazy smile came to the man's lips and in his easy stride, the man crossed the room to him. Stopping in front of him, the man caressed every inch of him with his eyes before taking a slow sip from his glass. He noted his outfit had had the desired effect on the man as well when he noticed the obvious bulge in his jeans. He had worn the outfit for just this purpose. He knew it practically screamed fuck me. The tight silver lamé pants that clung to his ass and thighs glittered with color from the neon bar lights. The shirt was made of the same silver lamé but trimmed in midnight blue at the cuff of the half sleeves and down the neckline, which was left open, to show off tanned muscular abs and pecs. Black boots with silver buckles up the side added only an inch to his height. He returned the man's smile and snagged the glass from his hand. He drained it in one swallow and licked his lips. Damn he loved a man that drank Jack Daniels straight. He hoped the sex would be as good as his taste in liquor. He chuckled as he handed the man back his glass. "Can I buy ya another?" The man asked in a husky voice. "Sure I could use another." He replied with a purr. The man signaled for a waitress and placed an order for two more drinks. The man was still staring at him when the drinks arrived. He slowly swirled his index finger in the drink and brought it to his lips. With slow precision, he sucked the liquor from his finger. Looking into his eyes he extended his hand to the man saying quietly in his sultry voice, "My name is Chris." The man took his hand in his own and raised it to his lips. He purred in contentment as the man's tongue slid out and stroked the same finger that he had just had in his mouth. With a smile on his lips the man replied, "Name's Steve." "So Steve…Let's get right to the point here. If I may be blunt?" He said with a wicked look in his eyes. "Of course." Steve said in a wary tone. "You want to fuck me don't you Steve? You were picturing yourself between my thighs before you crossed the room to me weren't you?" He watched Steve's face for shock. He did not see it. "Bluntly, yeah, I want nothin' more at this minute than ta fuck ya all night long," Steve said with a smile. "So what are we waiting for?" Chris took his hand. Standing up he pulled Steve behind him through the bar and out the door. "Hotel across the street work for you? I've got a room there." Chris said as he turned into Steve's arms. Steve covered Chris' mouth with his own and immediately thrust his tongue into the pretty blond's mouth. Chris rubbed up against Steve like a cat feeling the other man's arousal branding his stomach. "Lead the way, ya sexy beast." A lilting laugh spilled from the blond's mouth as he took Steve's hand and they walked across the road to the hotel. Steve followed him in the doors to the elevator where they rode in silence to the fifth floor. They walked down the hall to room 506. As Chris swiped the passkey through the scanner to open the door, Steve wrapped his arms around Chris' waist and pushed his hardened cock against the shorter man's ass. Chris could tell Steve was more than ready to get started on this little venture. Chris crossed the room and opened the mini-bar from which he extracted two micro-bottles of Jack Daniels. He turned and tossed one to Steve as he surveyed the room. Typical hotel room with a bathroom, dining table, television, and a brass bed in the middle. Chris picked up a bag from the table and tossed it on the bed. "If you get into such things…you can use any of the items in the bag." Steve cautiously opened the bag and breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing too weird in there. A few lengths of black silk, feathers, a blindfold, a vibrator, an assortment of condoms, lube, and honey dust were among the contents. Steve smiled as he looked up at Chris, then opened the bottle of Jack and drained it in one swallow. Tossing the bottle to the side, Steve wiggled a finger at him motioning Chris over to him. Chris drained his bottle also then walked over and used his hands to caress Steve's ass roughly pulling him against his body. Steve raised an eyebrow slightly at Chris' boldness before he covered the blond's mouth with his own, his fingers tangling tightly in the golden tresses that brushed Chris' shoulders. Tongues twined briefly as each man fought for dominance of the kiss. Finally, Steve pulled away. Tightening his grip in the blond locks he forced Chris' head back and trailed his lips along the tan skin of Chris' neck, sucking and nipping gently along the column of his throat. As Steve reached the base of Chris' neck, he suckled hard, drawing blood to the surface and marking the blond as his own. Chris' guttural moan brought a smile to his lips and Steve gently kissed the bruised skin. Using his tongue, Steve slowly traced his lover's collarbone. He quickly peeled the sparkly shirt from Chris' shoulders and allowed his tongue to trace sculpted pectoral muscles before seeking out Chris's small caramel colored nipples. As he teased the tightened buds his right hand drifted down Chris's neck, over his shoulder, and down his biceps before settling against his ribs. Chris' eyes closed his lashes pale against the tan skin of his cheeks as Steve bit down on his nipple. At the blond's quiet gasp of surprise Steve feathered his knuckles slowly over Chris' abdomen in a soothing gesture. Chris raised his hands settling them on Steve's shoulders, his grip tightening briefly as Steve's fingers brushed the fly of his pants in a search for the zipper. With his experience, it took Steve little time to find it. The raspy noise as he disengaged the teeth echoed through the small room. Steve gently lowered Chris to the bed and lifted the blond's leg, placing it on his thigh. He unfastened the silver buckles up the side of Chris' boot, five in all, and then loosened the laces enough to pull it off before repeating the process with the other boot. "Ya know, them boots are really sexy." Steve said as he pulled off Chris's socks and tossed them behind him. "Oh really? And how about my pants, Steve?" Chris practically purred as he ran his hands over the smooth lamé covering his thighs. "Do you like them? Do you like the way they cling to my ass and my thighs?" "Oh I like 'em darlin'." Steve growled quietly as he ran his hands up the back of Chris's thighs and then cupped his ass before squeezing it gently for just a second. Slipping his hands even further up he wrapped his fingers in the waistband of the tight pants before giving a sharp tug and peeling them down Chris's legs. Tossing them off to the side negligently, Steve smiled. "But I think I like 'em much better on the floor." Chris' laughter rang out in the small room as he grinned up at the bald man. Steve's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of the pretty blond sprawled out on the bed in nothing but a sparkly blue thong. Chris raised one knee and placed his foot flat on the bed giving Steve a peek at the tight curve of his ass. "Well damn me, if that ain't a pretty sight." Steve stood and simply stared for a moment, wishing he had a camera to capture the beauty before him. "I can think of one you might like even better," Chris told him, tongue-in-cheek. Slipping his index fingers into the top of his thong, Chris wiggled seductively as he slipped the scrap of material over his hips and down his thighs. When the material had cleared his knees he lifted one knee and pulled his foot free of the thong, giving Steve a momentary view of the cleft of his ass. Raising his other knee, he pulled his fingers free of the thong letting it slide down his calf to dangle around his ankle before kicking it free of his foot in Steve's direction. The blue scrap of material bounced off Steve's chest with amazing accuracy and then landed at his feet. His mouth suddenly dry, Steve's eyes flicked from Chris to the thong at his feet and then back to Chris. He coughed to clear his throat and then his drawl thick like honey flooded Chris' senses. "Darlin', any man who didn't love that sight would have ta be blind or straight... I'm neither." With a quiet growl he approached the bed and grabbed the silk ties out of the bag. Chris smiled wickedly at him as lay back against the comforter with his arms and legs spread-eagled. Steve quickly tied Chris' hands above his head fastening them to the brass headboard. Chris tugged against them once to make sure they were secure then settled back to see what else Steve would do. Steve pulled the jar of honey dust and the feather used to apply it from the bag and lay them on the bed next to Chris. He also pulled out a couple of the condoms, the lube, and the blindfold. He leaned forward to put the blindfold on Chris but paused when he spoke. "Wait, I want to see your cock before you blindfold me." Steve quickly stripped out of his clothes tossing them haphazardly about the room as he took them off. When Steve finally stripped out of his briefs, Chris licked his lips as he noted the size of the other man's engorged cock. Although it was about average in length it was very thick and would stretch his tight ass when Steve put it in him. He had made a good choice with this man. Steve turned and climbed on the bed. Kneeling beside Chris' head, he stuck his swollen cock in the blond's face as he put the blindfold over his eyes. Feeling it brush his cheek Chris reached out with his tongue and licked whatever part he could reach. Feeling it brush against his lips, Chris opened his mouth wide and accepted the head into his mouth. He sucked on the tip and licked it with his tongue before he felt Steve shove it deeper into his mouth. He tried bobbing his head so he could stroke the length of him but with his hands tied, he had to rely upon Steve to do most of the work. Steve seemed more than willing to feed him his cock, pushing it deep into Chris' mouth as he groaned in pleasure. After a pleasurable moment or two, Steve pulled his cock from Chris' mouth and Chris felt the feather Steve had taken from the bag stroking the silky honey dust over his pectorals and nipples. He waited in anticipation wanting to feel Steve's mouth on him again. Steve didn't make him wait long. He used the flat of his tongue to strip the powder from Chris' chest. In long sensuous strokes, he licked his chest clean. Next, Chris felt the feather dancing over his abdomen and between his smooth thighs. The fronds tickled against his cock making him moan in pleasure. As Steve licked his belly clean, Chris felt the ache as his cock swelled even further. When Steve at last lowered his head between his thighs, Chris moaned in ecstatic relief. Steve brushed the flat of his tongue along the length of Chris' cock and Chris bucked his hips upward seeking firmer pressure. Steve barred his arm across Chris' hips and stroked his length once more with the lightest touch of his tongue. Wrapping his mouth lightly around the head, Steve scraped his teeth gently against the sensitive skin. Chris moaned loudly and goosebumps raised along his arms and neck as pleasure flooded through him. He couldn't suppress the quiet whine that slipped from his lips as Steve teased the ridge with his tongue before swallowing his entire length down his throat. "Fuck! Let me suck on your balls Steve. I wanna taste them." His voice was warm and smooth as velvet when he made his request. Steve turned so he was straddling Chris' chest with his balls dangling over the blond's mouth. He focused his mouth on Chris' cock as he reached for the lube beside him. Quickly slicking the lube on his fingers he reached down and slid his first two fingers into Chris's tight entrance. Chris groaned loudly at the slight sting of penetration. He reached for Steve's balls with his tongue licking all over his sac. Chris drew one of the spheres into his mouth sucking on it heartily as he massaged it with his tongue. He repeated this procedure with the other one as well. Every so often he would squeeze them between his lips and pop them out of his mouth with his tongue, eliciting a moan from the man above him. Chris used his tongue to stroke up the front of Steve's cock as far as his restraints permitted before returning his attention to Steve's balls. Steve pulled his mouth off Chris' cock with a loud pop then continued to tease the length with his tongue. His fingers probed deep inside Chris' entrance stretching him with each thrust. Chris vaguely heard him talking in between strokes of his tongue. "Do ya like that Chris? Do ya like me suckin' an' lickin' yer cock? Do ya like the way I'm usin' my fingers to fuck yer tight little hole?" Chris loved hearing dirty talk from a lover. Sometimes that alone could make him hard to the point where his cock dripped. Chris replied to him between sucking on his balls hoping Steve liked it also. "Yes Steve. I love feeling your mouth and tongue on my cock. Do you like sticking your fingers in my tight little ass? Can you imagine how it's going to feel when you fuck me? Fuck. I'm so hard I can feel my cock dripping. Taste me, Steve." With his prompt Steve leaned down and fastened his mouth around the head of Chris' cock. Sucking deeply on the head, Steve used his tongue to probe the slit lapping up the sticky fluid. Climbing from Chris' chest Steve turned and ravished his mouth giving him a taste of his own sweet flavor. Chris lapped at Steve's mouth enjoying the taste of his essence mixed with the flavor of Steve's mouth. Steve started brushing his cock-head against Chris' entrance and Chris bucked beneath him. "Whoa cowboy! Saddle that mustang before you let him run. I'm all for free lovin', but only if it's safe." Steve pulled his lips from Chris' mouth and Chris heard the packet rip open. Chris felt him lift himself enough to slide the latex over his engorged cock and add a light layer of lube before Steve settled back down to brush against his entrance. Teasing him, Steve slid his cock along the cleft of Chris' ass, but avoided penetration. Chris was arching into him trying to force Steve's cock to slip inside him. Chris felt Steve's hard thighs nudge under his own and lift them, spreading him wide open to Steve's view. Steve was kneeling between his thighs and stroking his rock hard length against his openly exposed entrance. "Do ya want the blindfold off Chris? Do ya wanna watch when I slide my cock in yer ass? Will that turn ya on?" "Fuck! Yes, Steve. Take it off. I want to watch while you fuck me." Steve reached up and tugged the blindfold off. Kneeling back between his thighs, Steve used his hands to hold on to Chris' hips. Looking into his eyes, Steve pressed the head of his cock into Chris's small puckered entrance. Chris panted harshly as he tried to adjust to the invasion. As the pain eased, he nodded his head slightly at the man above him signaling that he was ready. Their gazes locked Steve thrust hard and deep into his tight hot tunnel, pulling against his hips so he buried himself to the hilt. Chris moaned loudly as the head of Steve's thick hard cock stroked across his prostate. He felt pleasantly stretched and full with his lover deep inside him. Steve began flexing his hips slowly at first driving himself into Chris with each thrust. Lifting himself slightly Steve watched as he sank repeatedly into Chris' ass. He felt the pull against his cock each time he withdrew, Chris' tight tunnel seeming to wrap tightly around his flesh. Steve pulled Chris' feet up to his shoulders and felt Chris' muscles drawing even tighter around him as he slammed into him. Steve's pace was now fast and deep, hitting Chris' prostate with every stroke. Chris felt as if he were drowning in the pleasurable sensations. He wrapped his hands tightly around the brass railings on the bed arching into Steve's thrusts and moaning in pleasure. Steve reached up and unfastened one of the bonds freeing one of Chris' hands. Chris quickly untied the other hand himself. Reaching down Chris dragged his nails across Steve's chest leaving behind bright red scratches. Steve groaned and shrugged Chris' feet from his shoulders. Steve leaned against Chris' chest and rolled to the side then over to his back so Chris was on top. "Ride me darlin'. " He growled through clenched teeth. Chris sat up so that he was kneeling. Flexing his muscular thighs, he lifted himself up and down settling into a fast paced rhythm. Each stroke was hard and furious as he drove himself down onto Steve's cock. Chris leaned down and bit one of Steve's nipples drawing a deep growl from the other man's throat. Steve swiftly lifted Chris off him and pulled him down beside him so Chris' back was pressed to his broad chest. Pushing one of Chris' legs forward, he slipped inside him from behind. Wrapping one arm over Chris' waist Steve reached down and grabbed his cock firmly stroking it fast and hard as he thrust into Chris' tight heat repeatedly. Chris arched back into each thrust meeting him with the same driving force Steve was using to slam himself inside Chris. Chris knew he was close to coming and wanted to push Steve over the edge with him so he started in with the dirty talk that Steve seemed to like so much. "Feels so good Steve...so fucking big inside me. Fuck me, Steve…fuck me hard!" Granted it was gasped out between moans, but Steve seemed to get the point of it. Steve could feel Chris' internal muscles clamping tighter around him. Chris whined loudly as he felt the tightening in his balls signaling his impending release. "Oh hell yeah! Come fer me Chris," Steve shouted as he drove deeply into Chris. Chris' seed shot over his hand as Steve buried himself deep inside the blond and shouted his release. Steve gently slipped from inside his lover and removed the condom before knotting it and tossing it towards the garbage can by the bed. Their panting sounded loud and harsh as Steve wrapped his arms around Chris and tugged him back against him. Steve stroked the smooth skin of Chris' stomach to ease him while his breathing calmed. Chris felt a sense of peace as Steve's warm breath blew over the back of his neck. "I really hate when ya make me wear them damn things." Chris laughed quietly at Steve's irritated tone. "Hey, if you want me to play the part of bar floozy, you have to take the bad with the good." Steve snorted, then laughed. "There ain't no bad when it comes ta ya, darlin'." "I love ya Chris." Chris heard Steve's faint whisper as sleep claimed him. "I love you too Steve." Pulling the covers over both of them Chris cuddled against Steve and let his thoughts wander as he drifted to sleep in the arms of the man he had fallen in love with almost 6 years ago. Steve had asked him out the night of his debut. Chris had been a little wary of the gruff Texan but something deep inside told him that he should accept the invitation. They had had a rough start with Steve's injury occurring so early in their relationship not to mention the surgery that it had required. They had worked through separation issues when Chris had been on the road while Steve was stuck at home recuperating. There had been more tense moments when Steve had walked out on the company because of issues with management. Chris had wanted to walk with him, but Steve convinced him to stay so he would not hurt his career. Chris had been there to hold him when Steve found out his neck was in worse shape than they'd thought and that he'd not be able to actively wrestle again. They had had to adjust to the demands of Chris' band schedule and Steve's film schedules. Through it all, they had put their faith in the love they felt for one another and their relationship was now stronger than ever. Chris knew that Steve was happy about being on Piper's Pit at the coming Wrestlemania, but his lover had confessed earlier that week that there was an even better reason for him to be happy about being at the event. Steve was happy that he could be there because Chris would be involved in a ladder match. Steve cringed at the thought of what might happen to Chris during the match, but he wanted to be there for him to take care of him afterwards... to soothe his aches and pains. Yep, he sure knew how to pick them and Steve was still the best fuck he had ever had. He could not wait until their next adventure. Maybe he would tie Steve up next time… ©2005 Raising Kane

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