by Angel
Life was very, very good, she thought to herself as she nibbled
on her sushi while waiting for the main feature to start.
The screeching of the tires outside let Vic know Mac had arrived.
He lay on the bed on the bed, a thick black latex vibrator
whirring away in his ass, a cock ring on his cock and his hands
idly teasing his nipples. Mac did say to be ready after all.
He idly imagined what Mac's reaction would be to his current
state. It was Mac's own fault really. He'd told Vic once during
the early days of their relationship that he used to think of Vic
as being very vanilla in his sexual practices. Vanilla. Talk
about insulting a guy—not to mention an outright challenge.
And it was a challenge Victor was definitely up to.
Mac was in for the surprise of his life.
Down below in his car, Mac tried desperately to calm himself down
enough to stuff his erection back into his normally snug, but now
debilitatingly tight, pants. "Think of ice flows, Iqaluit...
the Director naked in your bed begging to be fucked—EWWWW!"
That last image worked enough to allow Mac to reassemble his
clothes with some sort of dignity.
Clambering out of the car, he hobbled into the building and
luckily caught an empty elevator. Once the doors shut, Mac tried
readjusting himself with a painful groan, then with an even more
painful whimper dug the key to Vic's place out of his pocket. No
sense waiting for the older man to let him in. 'Sides, Vic was
supposed to be in bed naked, waiting for him. He was even
willing to forgo the usual bug hunt—he was just too fucking
horny to care.
The door swung open, and Mac was down the hall as fast as his
aching cock would allow him. "Kay—key in door. Fuck, I'm
gonna kill him. No, first I'm gonna fuck him. Better yet, am
gonna fuck him and kill him at the same time," the former thief
muttered under his breath as he stalked into Vic's apartment,
slamming the door behind him and tearing his clothes off.
"Mansfield, you are so dead!" he bellowed, stalking through the
apartment he knew as well as his own, only to stop dead at the
sight that greeted him. "Thank you, God!" he muttered fervently
before diving onto the bed.
"Like what you see, I take it?" Victor managed to get out in a
gasped chuckle. The dildo was buried deep in his ass, teasing
across his prostate at odd times and eliciting tiny shudders that
raced along Victor's nerve endings and making him groan with
need. His restrained erection begged to be set free, to be able
to come. But that was for Mac, and so he waited and watched the
younger man watch him.
"Well?" he raised an eyebrow in challenge when he grew tired of
waiting. "Now that you're here, gonna do anything about it?"
"Just waiting for you to start the show, babe," Mac husked, his
hands running up and down his own body in silent suggestion.
"C'mon, Vic, gimme a show—an x-rated, singe my eyebrows sort of
show that's gonna have me begging for you," the younger man
purred.
"A show, hunh?" Vic managed to get out, as the tip of the latex
toy once more did its magic on his prostate. "Can... can do
that I think."
Fingers crawled up his nearly hairless chest slowly, brushing
lightly across the skin and making his flesh shiver with delight.
Finally finding his nipple, Vic began to tweak and toy with the
diamond hard nubbin. Pulling it from his chest to the point of
almost pain he released it, letting it snap back and eliciting a
tiny whimper as his pleasure spiked. Over and over again he did
this, and each time it caused a grunt of need.
Vic's free hand was beating his prick hard and fast, driving
himself mad as the anal probe twisted and massaged and buzzed.
Sensation built and his brain shut down. Primal growls and yips
and moans were all that he was capable of. He needed to come so
badly he could taste it.
In a world of his own, Vic reached down frantically, bent on
removing his cockring and coming so hard he'd paint the ceiling.
Before he could, strong hands grasped his, and next thing he knew
he was handcuffed to the headboard with a very dom and growly Mac
straddling him. "Oh no, Mansfield. After the hell I just went
through on the drive getting here, you are not getting off
until I say so!"
"Maac," Vic wailed as he tugged uselessly on his restraints.
"For fuck sake, let me come!"
A sharp crack had Vic jumping as his left flank was smacked hard.
"I said no, Mansfield. Now shut up and take it like a man!"
Mac retorted as he pulled the vibrating latex out only to push it
back in.
Removing the torture device and tossing it to the side, Mac
plunged into the now stretched hole of the older man and
proceeded to fuck him blind. Over and over he slammed into the
older man, fucking him hard and fast. "Christ, oh yeah. Jesus.
Fuck so good, oh yeah," Mac muttered as he continued to pound
into the older agent.
However, after the hell Vic had put him through with that phone
call Mac was out for a little revenge. Pulling out of the nearly
mindless man, Mac reinserted the black torture device, turning
the speed up to medium before slithering off the bed. "Be right
back, babe," he smirked as he walked out of the bedroom.
"MAAAAAC," the tortured man chained to the bed bellowed even as
his prostate was once more driven wild with vibrations.
Mac chuckled wickedly as he walked into Vic's kitchen, grabbing a
can of whipped cream from the fridge and chocolate sauce from the
cupboard. "Now this is my idea of a good time!" he smirked.
"And definitely worth getting my ass smoked for not reporting
in." Sauntering back into the bedroom, toys in hand, Mac had to
gasp at the raw carnality of the sight before him. Vic was
glorious in his passion and almost incandescent when balanced on
the razor's edge as he was now.
Almost chucking the idea for hot and heavy fucking, Mac steeled
himself against the mute plea and the whimpers of frustrated need
that were coming from his beautifully tortured lover. "Paybacks
are a bitch, babe. Remember that," he purred as he returned to
his former position between Vic's thighs.
Removing the vibrator for the night, Mac switched it off and
tossed it on the bed. Vic wouldn't need that again. "Mmm, time
for dessert," he grinned down at the unbearably aroused man
beneath him. Taking the whipped cream, Mac shook it up and then
began spraying circles of it around his lover's erection and a
line up his chest, around his nipples and down his perineum.
Vic's gasps of chilly response were music to his ears.
Following the same path with the chocolate sauce, Mac stood back
to enjoy his handiwork. "Scrumptious, and it even has some nuts
as an added bonus," he snickered. Dipping his head, the ex-thief
began to lick his lover clean, starting at nipples and wending
down.
Spending an inordinate amount of time laving Vic's cock and balls
clean had Vic whimpering softly. His erection was turning a
ruddy reddish purple color he was so aroused. The older man's
body was completely taut, straining for a release that was denied
him. "Mac, God, please, oh please!"
"Shhh, patience, babe. When you come, your mind will blow, I
guarantee it," the other man whispered before kissing the rosy
tip of his lover's erection and blowing softly on the rapidly
leaking tip.
"Almost clean, Vic," Mac grinned before spreading the older man's
legs wide and up, rolling Vic back onto his hips so that he could
have better access. Vic's yowl of denied lust brought a grin to
the younger man's face as he ate his way down his lover's
perineum and finally cleaned the rivulets of cream and chocolate
that pooled in the loosened pucker of his ass.
"Delicious," Mac purred when he finished his last lick, surging
up to share Vic's taste with the older man in a hot and heavy
kiss. "Best dessert I've ever had."
"Mac, please!" Vic begged, almost mindless with need.
"Please what, Vic-tor?" the younger man teased quietly.
"FUCK ME, YOU GOD DAMNED COCK SUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" Vic
bellowed at the top of his lungs.
"Well, why didn't you say so?" With that Mac slid inside the
older man once more and began to slam hard and fast into the
ex-cop. His hands slid up Vic's hips and unstrapped the cockring
even as he pumped the overly sensitive erection.
"Yes, fuck, oh fuck, JESUS!" Vic yowled as his come splattered
across both their chests and every muscle in his body seized and
clamped down on Mac's. This in turn had Mac coming creamy ropes
of semen into his lover even as he cried out his own orgasm.
Collapsing on the hot, sweaty and sticky body beneath him, Mac
smiled drowsily. "Now this is a welcome home! It's worth
whatever the dragon lady tosses at me. Missed you, babe."
"Missed you too, Mac. Now do me a favor and get these fucking
cuffs off me, will ya?"
Of course, at that moment the phone rang and the answering
machine picked up. "Mac, you've been a very naughty boy. You
were supposed to be in my office 20 minutes ago. However,
considering the temptation that Vic presented, I can't really
blame you. Now be a good boy, undo Vic, take a shower and get
your ass into work before I hand it over to Dobrinsky for
permanent car wash duty!"
"Fuck," Mac whined as he let his lover go and made his way into
Vic's shower, dragging the older man along with him. "I'm gonna
be hearing about this for months, I just know I will."
"Cheer up, babe. I promise to make it worth your while. When
you're done, it'll be my turn to play. I've got a few toys with
your name on them," Vic grinned lasciviously.
Mac just whimpered.
he Director grinned at the sight before her. Victor Mansfield,
her staid and solid agent of experience. The man who was
supposed to temper Mac's youthful... exuberance and Li Ann's
over zealousness. The ex-cop with a heart of gold, a strong
sense of ideals and very pronounced morals. Who was at this very
moment naked, on his bed, pleasuring himself with sex toys while
waiting for his lover, his male lover, his male lover who was
also his partner, to come and fuck him blind.
