After Four Days

Perhaps one of the things Doctor Reed Richards enjoyed the most about his powers was the lack of need to eat. He sometimes found himself annoyed by mealtime despite a high metabolism before the incident. Need less to say, having a bacterial sack that took nutrients from the air you breathed instead of a stomach had advantages, though he still enjoyed the taste of food.

So now Reed spent his meal times working on his projects when not saving the world. Of course, he needed to sleep, but the comfy couch on one end of his lab helped matters. Most of his projects dealt with trying to tinker and change the plans and formulas of his earlier work, which was currently owned by Baxter Tech. While Baxter Tech had the current machine and it's plans, the physicist had the imagination and brains to create anew.

Or that was the plan.

It wasn't working out too well. He worked on one of his new formulas and used only a slide ruler and pocket calculator to work with it. Sometimes complex machines bothered Reed too much to prove to be actually useful, he found his mind could solve problems quicker in his head than typing it out on a formula calculator. He only used the pocket calculator for the simple addition, subtraction, and division that his complex mind didn’t want to bother to work out.

Viktor was getting impatient. One day, he could admire. Two days, he could understand. Three days, he could tolerate, but four days was too long. Viktor was not an affectionate or loving partner, but he was a partner who demanded attention. He was, after all, more important than four days worth of work, even with Reed's staggering intellect.

"Richards!" Viktor barked down the hall, a crossed look on his face, his arms folded over his chest. He was wearing a black turtleneck, and dark, crisp jeans. He was rarely so informal. He was sick of waiting.

"Put it down! Now!"

"Viktor, I know you know proper English." Reed yelled back, not getting up from his stool. He knew Viktor wasn't affectionate, and Reed didn't much care for affection or silly romantic nonsense outside the bedroom. They were both sagacious men, both pragmatic in most terms, and enjoyed each other's company physically and mentally. Perhaps even emotionally in a twisted way. That’s what Reed told himself, despite it was contrary to what he knew and wanted.

Still, nearly 20 years later after their first meeting, Viktor still had little concept of playing nice. While Reed knew he wouldn't win, he always enjoyed pushing his partner. If he just gave in, he had little doubt that the aristocratic man would be somewhat bored by this. "You don't even know what I have in my hands."

"It isn't so important that it can have been in your hands for four days! Put it down!"

Viktor cleared his throat, leaning against the doorway, his eyes narrowed. Oh, of course he would win. He had a weapon. Not that he needed it.

"There's tira misu, Reed." And Reed wasn't getting any until Viktor'd gotten some. "... You're testing my patience," Viktor added, an edge to his voice.

But it was just so fun to purposely try and frustrate Viktor. "Tira misu?" Reed queried, one of his favorites. The brunette put down his pencil and sat up a little straighter and turned in his stool to face the other man, tilting his head slightly at Viktor. "I actually only had this one on my hand for 9 hours now. I've gone through six of these things." He said somewhat cheekily.

Reed stood up then, stretching with hands over his head and bending just a little farther than most. He pouted at edge in the dark-haired man's voice. "And now you're teasing me." He pouted, walking over to Viktor.

"I'm not teasing," Viktor said irritably, "I'm marking my territory. Even if I have to use bribery," he snorted, pulling Reed against him with one broad hand, and nipping at the side of his neck.

"The tira misu," he said, "is on the bedside table." A possessive squeeze to Reed's rear then Viktor was pulled away, moving behind the other man to give his ass a swat and send him in the right direction.

"Fetch."

"And there's competition over your territory?" Reed asked with a little grin, giving a sharp hiss when Viktor bit his smooth neck. He knew better then to touch the older man at that moment. The game was afoot and he would have to be obedient. But he could still be a little bit of a smart ass.

"If there isn't enough coffee liquor, I'm going to grump the whole time." Reed warned before he yelped when Viktor swatted him. He gave him a mock hurt look and walked down the hallway to Viktor's bedroom. While he had a bedroom of his own, much closer to the lab, Reed only used it for sleep and that wasn't as often as one thought.

It wasn't as though when he slept with Viktor he didn't sleep with Viktor. He just... didn't get to sleep as much. The black-haired man squared his shoulders, watching Reed head for the back bedroom with a predatory smile. Oh, normally he'd have paraded Reed past Susan just to see her turn red and get angry, but today he was being kind. She'd get to see Reed emerging from the room still swathed in afterglow, if Viktor could help it.

"You aren't allowed to complain if there's too much," the eastern European man growled, the rumble rising in his chest pleasantly. Oh, Reed. If only you'd let Viktor install mirrors above his bed, perhaps you'd be allowed to work in your lab a little longer undisturbed.

The brunette never truly noticed being paraded in front of Sue. Most of the blonde woman's exuberance in her lab or the occasional visits in his and Viktor's always brought him a smile. Whatever perceived notion Viktor had against Sue, it was nearly grounded for nothing. She was still merely a child in Reed's eyes. Or rather, he had forced himself to see her as a child long before he began his relationship with Viktor.

Reed still had issues with his body. Not a lot of them. He figured he was reasonably attractive enough or Viktor had a fetish for skinny men with pale complexions. And while seeing the other man's body brought thrills to his groin and seeing it in the mirror would do the same, Reed was still uncomfortable seeing his tangle up with Viktor’s beauty. "Will you make it up then?" He asked hopefully, hearing the growl in Viktor’s accented voice.

Oh, goodness. Viktor wasn't jealous of Sue. He wasn't concerned about it at all! He just... rather enjoyed making her squirm. The insatiable sadist in him. The fact that he had full access to something that she'd wanted to for ages helped.

"I always make it up to you," Viktor said dryly, though there was a preemptive satisfaction dripping from his lips. He closed the door to his room behind him tightly, locking it to keep any unwarranted interruptions out, before he gave Reed a friendly shove towards the bed.

"You realize, Reed, that you have two options," he purred, peeling off his turtleneck and tossing it nonchalantly over a chair. Viktor's physique was... hardly that of a physicist. Pale skin aside.

"It might be that long waited for off day, y'know." Reed shot back with mirth in his voice. He rather hoped it wasn't that 'dreaded' off day, he never truly did. And still, he felt his skin shiver when he listened to the lock being turned.

At the teasing push, Reed hit the bed with a light thud and landed on his side. The brunette turned to rest on his back as his hands moved to the buttons of his shirt. While Reed had issues with his body, it was hardly as bad as he made it out to be. He was lean and graceful, strong but not thickly muscled. Almost fragile compared to Viktor’s muscular physique. "And they are?"

"Eat off of the plate," Viktor said, cocking his head to the side, "or eat off of me."

Viktor had this uncanny knack for saying just the right thing as he purred, his voice deeper than normal because of his arousal. He smoothly pulled down the first button of his button fly, exposing a little more pale, smooth flesh.

Viktor was a tease, and he knew it. His eyes narrowed, just so, as he licked his lips and went ahead with button two. Effortless.

"I'm sure you don't need to ask which is ... preferable."

The brunette tilted his head, removing his glasses and setting them down on the nightstand. Never before and not even afterwards did Reed find a man that could turn him on as well as Viktor could. And the smug bastard knew it.

Reed pulled the rest of his shirt off, he was pale though there was a healthy peach under tone to his flesh. He looked younger than his 35 years, a good seven years younger though he looked even younger when aroused, a flush across his cheeks and neck. He quickly began to tug off his socks, his belt soon following. He gave a lazy, teasing grin, his blue eyes darker than usual. "No," He said softly, "I don't." His voice was a pleasant tenor, warm and inviting.

"The plate, of course. Otherwise you'd make a terrible mess. Unless you think you can clean it all up. And not miss a crumb," Viktor said sternly, knowing that Reed would take the challenge. That was the point of pretending he didn't want him to.

They both understood that.

The third button, then the forth, and finally the fifth.

Viktor had gotten dressed just to extract Reed from the lab. No point in wearing underwear to walk fifty paces. The denim lingered for a moment, before sliding smoothly off of his narrow hips.

"I think I could," Reed murmured quietly, his thumb hooked into the waist of his slacks and pulled them along with the boxers he wore down his slim hips, squirming them off and discarding them to the end of the bed. He gritted his teeth as he watched the dark haired man simply tease by undoing the buttons.

He knew better to reach out until the jeans had slid off the narrow hips.

And as the denim crumpled to the ground, the brunette elongated his arms to slide appreciatively down Viktor's abdomen, feeling the hard muscle under smooth flesh. "Aw, you do like me. You put on clothes." Reed said with an apperceive purr.

"Perhaps I was just taking pity on Benjamin," Viktor said tersely, before he smirked and leaned his hips closer to Reed. Just a stretch, taunting him, before Viktor stepped out of the pile of denim and prowled his way to the bed. A strong, broad, rough-skinned hand caught Reed's jaw and tipped his chin up, as Viktor leaned down to draw his lips across the other man's.

It wasn't a kiss. It was a touch. And then it was gone, and Viktor was reclining against the pillows, one eyebrow arched. He knew he looked good. Better than good.

"The whole house thanks you for that." The lithe man said, drawling out his words with is faint Queen's accent. His fingers followed the line of muscles down Viktor's stomach and down the line of the v-between where his leg and torso joined. His arm drew back along with Viktor’s movements, pulling all the way back to it's normal length as Viktor caught his jaw. Reed drew in a breath, tickling the dark haired man's lips. He almost whined when Viktor's lips drew away. But he held it in. He would have a better reason to whine later, Reed realized as he studied the raven haired man.

Decadent, he looked decadent, Reed thought.

His blue eyes moved down Viktor's torso before reaching to grab the plate, a considerable distance away from their position on the large bed. No more wiseass remarks from him for a while.

Reed was going to have to work for that slice of tira misu. Viktor watched his lover, a certain amount of fondness in his eyes as he licked his lips and settled in, more than happy to watch Reed watching him. The younger man gave him such appreciative looks. He was almost worshipful.

That was half of the appeal. That Reed was hardly bad-looking was an added bonus. Viktor buried his fingers in Reed's hair, getting a good grip and giving him a light tug, full lips curving into an amused smile.

The saucer that the tira misu was on was dropped upon the nightstand again. Reed sighed softly but smiled nervously as his head was pulled down. He swore he saw a look of pleasure in the saturnine figure's eyes, a shade of green that was nearly black.

His lips kissed Viktor's abdomen softly, his tongue trailing over in long soft licks as his hands rested Viktor's chest, the other on the Latvian’s flank.

Viktor chuckled softly, a rumbling almost-purr accompanying the sound, as he released his grip on Reed's hair. What was that sigh, hmn? Viktor arched an eyebrow, and glanced over at the plate.

What. Reed didn't want it, now?

The black-haired man wore a devious smile.

Reed would grab the plate in a few moments. What he wanted right now was the taste of salt in his mouth, just a taste. He maneuvered between the other man's legs, his blue eyes fixed on Viktor's pale green as he gave one long lick from just above the groin and up the muscular stomach, not going too far before his tongue darted back into his mouth.

He sighed then, before his tongue licked off the tip of Viktor's cock, catching the salty taste that he needed.

But he wanted more.

Again, this time in a swift, fluid motion, Reed collected the plate and tira misu and slid the desert on Viktor's lower stomach. He glanced up at his bedmate, an adorable expression really, in hopes of approval.

Viktor exhaled heavily - it wasn't a sigh, purse, as Viktor only tended to sigh when he was displeased with something and it tried his patience. This was a different kind of sound, something pleasant and wholly smug. He tugged roughly at Reed's hair, rolling his hips up with a slight tease, his cock nudging against the other man's neck and collarbone, with their shifted position.

Viktor watched Reed idly. To be honest, it was as much Reeds' need for praise that got Viktor's breath rough and sharp and tight in his chest as it was the bodily sensation.

The slightly younger man relaxed hearing the pleased exhale of approval. Reed knew all too well the heavy, stony sigh when Viktor was upset. He bowed his head as the dark haired man tugged at his hair and took a small bite from the tira misu and swallowed the sweet desert before his tongue lapped at the firm stomach, sweeping up anything that he might have spilled.

Really, it was more of an excuse for his tongue to tease along Viktor's sensitive stomach and groin.

Viktor hissed softly, watching Reed with eyes that grew less and less focused. There were times, times that Viktor would never admit, when Reed was handsome. Times when he was sexy and times when he made Viktor's skin ache for the closeness of him. It wasn't out of affection, Viktor would say over and over again.

His grip on Reed's hair loosened, only to tighten up again a moment later.

The brunette's eyes fell from Viktor's, satisfied with the fact that he was performing to the older man's desires. Reed wondered how he managed to gain Viktor's approval, or why he needed the aristocratic man's approval far above anyone else’s. It was kinship; that's what he told himself. Notably when a pair of sad pale blue eyes looked adoringly at Reed that belonged to a girl who was just too young.

The lithe man’s tongue dragged upwards again, allowing himself to be a little messy, taking a bigger bite. His teeth teasingly scraped against the pale skin and as he chewed thoughtfully, he wiggled his body down Viktor's legs, his head positioned closer to the older man’s groin. His tongue licked down one of the large veins of the raven haired man's cock, his teeth gently nipped at the vein. .

Viktor swallowed whatever sound he might have made, his hips jolting upwards roughly at that. Viktor took great pride in his ability to maintain a straight face, no matter how good (or bad) anything felt. That vein was throbbing pleasantly, with a fast, rough pulse. The black-haired man pressed his lips into something close to a frown, though he was anything but displeased.

He tugged sharply at Reed's hair.

A pleased sound escaped Reed, soft, airy, a whispered sigh as he bent his head forward to feel the sharp tug on his roots. His hands that had been resting by Viktor's hips tightened into fits as Reed slowly licked over the wet tip of his partner's cock, enjoying the salty taste with the bittersweet remains of the tira misu that he just swallowed. He took the tip, and just the very tip, and suckled as his blue eyes drifted back up, over the rest of the desert he would consume quickly, to Viktor's unfocused gaze.

He wouldn't take Viktor fully in his mouth just yet. It had been four days.

Fucking tease.

Viktor's eyes narrowed into little slits that said he was not amused. Charmed, perhaps, but certainly not amused. He growled, tipping his head to the side, and pulled his hand back, shifting his weight.

He licked his lips slowly, parting them as though he were about to bestow some great wisdom on Reed, before he changed his mind and let his lips curve upwards again, his hand resolving to cup at the back of Reed's head, to curl in the hair there, and to pull him back, away from his erection, so that the other man would have to strain and reach for it.

Reed let out another noise then, a soft whimper that might sound surprising to most who didn't know the physicist turned super hero well. Not to Viktor, oh no. The brunette wasn't a screamer, but he was vocal, his sounds that escaped him usually were wordless. He truly couldn't use his powers to reach the other man with his lips, it would feel too odd.

But he could use his tongue.

It wasn't so far away that the sight would be obscene, though odd. His tongue stroked over the wet glands, tasting the pre come, and curling about the large swollen head for only a few seconds. Then he pressed forward, his lips touching the hard flesh and he hissed in pain at his scalp, and whimpered at the heat stabbing in his groin.

Viktor chuckled, pulling back just a little further before letting go, and stroking his fingers along Reed's hair, smoothing it out and petting him like he was a well-behaved cat.

Reed's tongue was hardly disgusting, though it could be pleasantly obscene. Viktor rather enjoyed watching the other man use his powers to his advantage. Some part of it made Viktor feel on even more of a pedestal.

Reed used those same abilities to save the world, after all.

Viktor felt a low rumble making its way up his throat. Earning a growl was rare. It had been four days.

A soft yelp escaped Reed, his eyes nearly closed shut and the heated flush of his cheeks grew rosier. When Viktor let go, the brunette's eyes closed completely as strong fingers smoothed his hair.

Reed's blue eyes opened wider, he was surprised to hear the growl that escaped from Viktor. He felt his own cock throb against the smooth sheets at the 'high praise' he had received from his partner. He gave a boyish smile to the dark haired man before scooting closer.

Like before, Reed's mouth wrapped about the head of Viktor's cock, his tongue stroking over the tip, tasting and savoring the other man's essence. Then he drew back and licked his lips before taking the head into this mouth, suckled and drew the rest of Viktor's shaft into his mouth. A pleased purring whimper came from the younger man as his hips wiggled against the sheets.

Viktor exhaled roughly, a hint of a growl to his voice as he thrust upwards, driving his hips forward and his cock further down Reed's throat. He stroked his fingers through the brunette's hair, thumb trailing over the shell of his ear, before he let his fingers slide over to Reed's shoulder.

Viktor, ever the tormentor, began to push Reed away from him, as he pulled his hips back in a smooth recoil, his eyes sparkling with something like approval.

Even before the incident, despite Viktor's size, Reed had been able to take him fully in his mouth. He lacked a gag reflex, while annoying in some aspects of his life, it was a benefit in the bedroom. The blue-eyed man gave another sound, vibrating up the cock he was practically nursing on.

If you spoke to Reed, he never seemed like a needy man. More often than not, one would think of him as rather adaptive if a little distant. But then again, the few people he had ever been intimate with knew better. His smooth tenor voice moaned slightly in frustration as the older man began to pull away. His lips wrapped tightly around Viktor’s cock slid down the long shaft, almost refusing to leave any form of touch he had with the black haired bed mate.

Lover was not a term Reed ever used.

Viktor loved the way that Reed begged. The black-haired Eastern-European tipped his head back and to the side, drinking in the sight of the brunette. He'd come to know what each little noise meant, what each hint of tension and each fraction of an inch Reed pressed himself into the mattress said

To call Reed a lover was something that Viktor would have no qualms with. It wasn't love that they made, no, but Viktor did love what he did to the other man. Loved how Reed reacted to him, and so blatantly needed him more than anything else.

The younger scientist made a shivery sound, his eyes parted open to mere slivers, his fists clenched the sheets next to Viktor's hips. Reed grinded his slender hips against the soft comfortable sheets, trying to give himself friction during this moment of heat.

He didn't recall when lust turned into need. It just happened. Like their first time. It just happened. He didn’t even want to call it ‘need’. But when Reed was caught with such aching desire, need was the only word that he could form in his mind.

Reed made another tiny whimper before suckling a little harder on the bit of flesh still caught between his lips, his tongue rubbing at the weeping glands of Viktor’s cock. The misu was almost forgotten. Almost.

Viktor sighed, one hand pulling away from Reed, sliding up along his own thigh, over his hip, as Viktor stole a taste of tira misu on one elegant fingertip. He wrapped his lips around his own finger, his eyes on Reed, teasing. Viktor had once come very close to sucking Reed off in return, and ended up, tease that he was, licking the head before rolling Reed over and fucking him until they were both too tired to do so much as speak.

The black-haired man hissed his pleasure, as he slid the finger out of his mouth, and let his head loll back. These were the times that reminded Viktor why he bothered wasting his time with heroic ventures.

Reed's whimpers became a little louder, as he wondered how Viktor could have so much damn control? And now he was damn envious of that finger wrapped about that lush set of lips. His eyes closed tightly as grinded harder against the bed.

Reed had to focus on the action of wrapping his lips, not quite so lush but elegant, tighter about the black haired man’s cock before he bobbed his head down then bac up. He clutched Viktor’s sides, his nails pressing into the sensitive skin.

Viktor hissed pleasantly through his teeth, his eyes narrowed as he watched Reed, and he finally gave an order. Or something like one. "I'm getting sticky," he warned, his voice gruff, as he bit his lower lip and arched up into Reed's mouth. After the slow arch, Viktor gave three quick jabs, and let out a shuddering breath, as he pulled back, forcing his hips to obey his commands again.

He had to be still. He had to tease. He had to make sure Reed wanted him, needed him, and would be forever thanking him for the honor of being taken by Viktor von Doom.

Reed nearly lived for the hiss of pleasure and the sharp tugs at his scalp. And to think, there was a time he didn't like it. He almost moaned in disappointment, almost, and it came out as a confused whimper as the cock was pulled from his mouth. Reed still looked incredibly young as he took a moment to figure out what Viktor had meant and looked up to the older man with his head tilted. Despite how well they knew each other’s body language, words sometimes escaped Reed when he was so hard and incredibly turned on.

Oh.

The brunette gave a smirky smile, almost snarky but he decided snark would come after fucking. They would be much happier that way. He wiggled up, Viktor's cock hitting his collarbone once more as he devoured the rest of the desert. He really didn't have the time to savor the taste of the treat and Viktor together, but he appreciated what he was given.

Viktor smirked, catching that little sassy expression on Reed's face. He'd give him a talking to about it later. While Reed made quick work of the dessert, the black-haired man, whose patience was not what it once was, tugged sharply at his hair, smirking at the way it made Reed not-quite-flinch.

Sometimes, Reed could be very sexy. Viktor never wanted the other man to entirely figure that out. He drew his tongue lazily across his lip though, his mouth incredibly dry, as he watched the brunette lick him clean.

"Richards," Viktor said gruffly, want heavy in his voice, "slick."

This time the whimper Reed gave was tingled with pain when Viktor tugged on his hair. His hair was actually quite thick and baby fine. One of the things he had inherited from his mother's side of the family was apparently a full head of hair with no signs of thinning out. There were a few hairs of silver laced through his dark brown hair, but not enough to give out the sign of his age. Hell, he was reaching middle age and his sex drive still competed easily with teenagers at their peak.

"Yes..." He agreed, his voice tight and thick with lust. His hand slid from Viktor's hips and his arm elongated to one of the drawers on the other side of the room that he pulled open. He searched through the contents blindly, before finding the KY. While Reed was fond of baby oil gel, he decided that Viktor was quite strained as is. This wasn't going to be a long slow fuck, and that was just fine with Reed.

Viktor had patience. If he had to wait much longer... well. He had self-control. He did not like, however, being made to wait for anyone else's pleasure. He knew full well Reed preferred baby oil, but Reed probably knew well enough that he could have reached further for it, it was tucked into the very back of the drawer, on its side.

Viktor reached to cup the back of Reed's head, pulling him up for a smooth, hot kiss, his tongue and mouth claiming completely Reed's own.

It took graceful man a long moment to draw his arm back. Viktor's kisses. They melted him. Even though they shared many kisses since their first one nearly 8 years ago...

Reed was never passive, he was submissive with the kisses, he worshiped and stoked the velvety tongue, his lips pressed closer, almost trying to share the same breath. His nearly dropped the lube but somehow he managed to pull his arm back and press the tube into Viktor's hand.

Viktor hissed through his teeth and took the tube. He himself preferred a slick, cream-based lubricant that wasn't sold in the US. If it had been worth it to import it from Latvia, he would have. As it was, creating a similar compound was one of Viktor's hobbies for the lab, when he had nothing better to work on, or rather, the lack of desire to work on anything else besides his robotics.

The black-haired man arched, growling into Reed's kiss and tossing the tube to one side, once he'd slicked the fingers of his right hand, and the palm of his left. One went to his cock, hard and insistent against Reed's skin, the other wrapped around, reaching, to first press against and then push into the other man.

Reed gasped and shuddered feeling the hand roughly against his belly and cock. He barely could force himself to move away from that insistent right hand that pressed into him. He grabbed onto Viktor when the older man’s fingers pushed against his entrance, his breathing laboring as he forced himself to relax.

How could one relax with Viktor?

His breathing struggled and Reed eventually relaxed to allow a probing finger in, a keen whine nearly broke their kiss.

Viktor chuckled against Reed's lips, nipping at him with something akin to playfulness, as he thrust his fingers into the other man, sharply and roughly.

He exhaled, thrusting into his own hand, as well, before he pulled his hands away from Reed and himself, positioning them on the brunette's narrow hips. Lube was more for his own comfort than for Reed's, really.

Reed could adjust himself easily to what he truly wished. A petty use for his powers, making himself tighter or looser, but it gave him an interesting exercise, nonetheless. Reed's body shuddered; his blue eyes snapped shut his, lips suckled at Viktor waiting for the next movement, a whimper of pure need escaped him, waiting for Viktor’s neck movement.

Viktor shoved Reed back against his cock, teasing for a moment, pressed close but not penetrating, before Viktor shifted his hips and drove upwards, while forcing Reed's hips down..

The brunette let out a cry lust as Viktor drove into him, his hands cured and fingers wrapped over Viktor's biceps as he was filled by Viktor's cock. The cry was wordless and sharp as he felt the underside of his cock rest against the older man’s stomach.

"Tighter," Viktor commanded, his breath lilting almost delicately with a need that he rarely voiced. His head was tipped back, his eyes closed, brow creased distinctly down the center, as he dug his short, manicured nails into Reed's flesh.

Another whimper escaped Reed at the nails that dug into his flesh. His skin wasn't as sensitive, but it did hurt. It just added to the pleasure. The younger man rested his head against Viktor's shoulder as he pushed himself forward to adjust to the position Viktor had chosen, tightening his passage.

"Now," he said, shifting his hips and digging his heels into the mattress, “Move."

Reed was in a kneeling position, his legs draped over the dark haired man’s hips, his cock pressed hard against the other man’s belly. Reed closed his eyes, his breath hot and harsh against his partner’s neck while his lips were soft. His breath hitched before quickly pressed himself up Viktor’s torso and began to undulate his hips while his arms tightened about Viktor. His fingers clung to the Eastern European’s back and shoulder blades.

Viktor flexed, clenching his thighs as he shifted his hips up, moving in slow, long movements, a stark contrast to the rough-and-quick he'd demand from the younger man. He released his grip on Reed's hips only to draw his hands up over the brunette's back, fingers tripping over his vertebrae. Reed's body was warm, and tight, and soft all at once, and Viktor could feel the other man pulsing around him, breathing and shuddering and shifting.

It was, as always, perfect. Viktor gave a low groan, and bit into Reed's shoulder, suckling roughly.

Reed whimpered harder, his movements sharp, quick, and rough. He grinded against Viktor though his back arched into black haired man's caress and the brunette’s head lolled back. Reed pressed his fingers harder against the fair skin as the whine almost became steady. It was never a harsh sound, more musical and soothing than a true whimper. When the older man bit, he cried out, thrusting his body downward, feeling Viktor’s cock brush and sometimes strike his prostrate. Each stroke Reed picked up his speed.

Viktor growled against Reed's skin, drawing his tongue across the deep bruise he'd sucked up to the surface of his smooth, resilient skin. The black-haired man's grip on his lover was crushing, or would have been. Viktor kept his eyes tightly shut, his hips pistoned upwards, as soon as Reed cried out. Viktor couldn't - though he was certain Reed would think he didn't want to - stop himself from thrusting upwards, burying himself as deeply as possible in the younger man.

The brunette clung tightly to Viktor and lifted his head up to rest at the crook of the black haired man’s neck and shoulder. Reed’s teeth and tongue traveled to the raven haired man's earlobe and bit at it gently in comparison to how Viktor had suckled on his skin. Reed would have to wear a turtleneck during the week. He let go of the earlobe and then curled his tongue into Viktor's ear then darted away. His cock rubbed against his partner's stomach and another purred whine left the lithe man. Sticky warm trails of pre cum left tracks over the muscular abs while his prostate was stimulated.

Viktor's lips curved into a smile against Reed's skin. Viktor wouldn't let Reed just wear a turtleneck and cover it up. He'd be sure they were all at the dry cleaners'. The black-haired man gave a small growl and licked his way up Reed's neck to the square of his jaw, where he dropped a few possessive kisses, before his mouth found Reed's, and he thrust his tongue between his lips.

Viktor's nails dug into Reed's skin and scraped over it, owning every part of him.

Reed tightened around Viktor as he kissed up his neck; his breath escaped in short gasps though they were sharp and masculine. He forced his hips to twist slowly against Viktor's cock and accepted his partner's tongue. He suckled the velvety pad hungrily.

"Beg," Viktor blurted as he broke the kiss, pushing Reed back, up off of him and holding him there.

"Viktor," He practically moaned when the kiss was ended, his mouth trying to capture the dark haired man's once again before he found that he was empty and needy, his cock hard and weeping. "Please..." He whimpered, and found himself squirming in the air, held by the older man.

"Is that all you can say?" Viktor purred, almost more amused by that than anything Reed could have dreamed up to gasp at him. Viktor shifted his hips up just a little, the head of his cock brushing, a horrible tease, against the curve of Reed's ass, before he recoiled again, settling back against the mattress, and squeezed the brunette's hips.

The pained look on Reed's face, that was worth making himself wait.

"Viktor, please... oh God... “ A strict atheist, Reed never uttered the name of God outside the bedroom. “Please, I was so close..." He elongated his legs and wrapped them about Viktor's torso. A desperate look was on his face, his lips parted and his eyes were cloudy and unfocused. His skin glowed and his taunt lithe body ached while his muscles shivered.

Viktor arched his hips up again, eyes narrowed as he smirked. Reed's need made Viktor so much closer, as he pushed Reed's hips down, and jerked his hips upwards. It had been a painfully slow motion until the head of Viktor's cock was inside Reed again, and then the trust was deep, hard, fast, and unforgiving.

"God..." Reed hissed, his back arching and his toes curling. His arms literally wrapped about Viktor, finding it more difficult to control his limbs when he was being fucked so hard. The penetration was perfect and hit his prostrate with each hard stroke. He had to focus, his breath was tight and his blue eyes gazed at Viktor with lust and adore. His balls ached, and he felt he was going to burst but he held out a little longer. He had learned control, and he knew Viktor appreciated that.

Viktor nipped roughly at Reed's throat, his breath hard and heavy. He could feel Reed clenching around him, could feel the intensity of the other man's need, could almost feel him aching around him.

One hand flew up, to Reed's hair, and Viktor buried his fingers in silky locks and tugged sharply, his head tilting to one side as he felt his muscles beginning to stick, to flex and clench when they should’ve. "You may," Viktor breathed against Reed's collarbone, as he gave one last, violent thrust up against the other man's prostate.

"Viktor…!" Reed moaned the last word almost reverently, his limbs squeezing tightly over the saturnine man's hard torso. His passage clenched hard, squeezing his dark haired partner's cock as he came, a hot splash of his heat splattered on his stomach and Viktor's, Reed's body tight in ecstasy.

It was that clench that carried Viktor over the edge, the adoration in Reed's voice making the Latvian shudder. He buried his face in the crook of Reed's neck and exhaled.

He came hard, but silently, his hips pistoning once upwards, before the tension slid out of Viktor's shoulders, and he let his hands slide down Reed's sides.

Arms, legs and hands loosened and retracted to the original length. However Reed didn't break the embrace, his breath was heavy as he leaned against the other man, feeling Viktor's heat swell and slide from his passage. His lips brushed over Viktor's hair, enjoying the smell of sweat, sex, and that cologne that the dark haired man always wore.

Viktor growled softly, rolling the two of them over onto their sides, as he settled in, and caught a breathless, contented kiss from Reed. Viktor wasn't one to bask in afterglow for very long, his breath rough against Reed's cheek. The black-haired man stroked his hand down Reed's back, fingertips coming to rest at the small of his back.

When he pulled back, he met Reed's eyes, searching for that worshipful, adoring look.

Reed was used to a quick afterglow and lounging in the other's arms until they had enough breath to move or fall asleep. He had of awe in his blue eyes, breathless that another man could make him feel so good. Reed's parted lips gave the brunette a pleased and content look as he savored the taste of the brief kiss.

Viktor exhaled, closing his eyes and touching his forehead to Reed's for a moment, his breath hitching as he dug his nails into Reed's skin, just breathing in the smell of them as it mingled, soaked into both of their flesh.

He wasn't a sentimental man. But nothing made Viktor more smug than the feeling that Reed was his, and that Reed would never want anything more, and that Reed felt lucky to have him. It made the black-haired man's lips curl into a smile, before he hissed, "I expect not to have to retrieve you next time."

"Not if I can eat off of you more often." Reed suggested, a little too lazy to feel too snarky, his smile soft and eyes hooded and smoldering. He did glow after sex, his cheeks just a little more flushed and skin luminescent after an orgasm.

He told himself that all he needed was Viktor as he felt a sluggish wave wash over him. He would probably sleep and Viktor might join him, or leave him to rest. And once again, he told himself that all begged for was Viktor. And he fell asleep.

Yet, Reed still couldn’t understand why a pair of sad blue eyes always haunted his dreams.

End