Seed: *Solon's face had been an ominous thundercloud, but still, he could not resist antagonizing the man. He really didn't have a choice in saying what he did, and quite frankly, felt his actions justified. He reflected on the encounter as he sat in the cramped cell at L'Renouille, in the dungeons no less. Solon had spared nothing in making his punishment as uncomfortable and foreboding as possible. The place was freezing, and felt and smelled wet. He was grateful that few prisoners were interred here, for he honestly didn't know what else his Lordship Jhee intended for him. The distant clanking of old structures made his skin crawl, and he ranted silently, wishing to be anywhere but here. He ultimately withdrew to the corner of the cell, sullen and unwilling to take his rage out on the guard; his oft-cold demeanor disintegrated on the battlefield, but overall, his military professionalism was well-known. As for Solon himself, the face-off had been long coming. Besides, the bastard had started it himself. His commanding officer, which he liked to be reminded of constantly, had glared down at him from the finely sculptured nose. The disagreement was unimportant; the slap was not. With sixteen soldiers standing around and staring, he had to get back some of his own or end the confrontation in a flushed shame. His eyes flashed back a terrifying sort of lucidity, knowing he might end up on a slab before the night was through. If only he had used his mouth as a retort, instead of his fist... //sigh//*

Culgan: *The afternoon had been quiet, and he had been planning on using the day finishing some paperwork... That had been the plan, anyway. Instead, he found himself stuck in his chair, unable to even get up as the protocol would've required when there was a higher-ranking officer in the room. General Solon Jhee was pacing back and forth in front of the desk, yelling how he was unable to teach his men how to behave. He had been listening to the rant for fifteen minutes now, and still wasn't sure what the rant was about. //I can guess very well, though...// Finally the general took a short pause, allowing him to ask a few calm questions. The answers he got weren't surprising in the least. Seed had obviously lost his temper and hit the general - from Solon's word's, though, one could've almost thought that the redhead had just jumped at his superior for no reason and started beating him. //I'll have to ask about the details later... whenever Sir Jhee calms down, and when I find Seed...// The thought of the red-haired captain almost made him smile, but he could easily keep it off his face. This wasn't the best situation for smiling. At the moment, Solon was telling him to go to the dungeon and beat the redhead until he'd faint. //Dungeon? Hmm.// Slowly, he got up from his chair.* I'll take care of him, Sir... It won't happen again. *With that, he left the office.*

Seed: *He kept his mind clear as he waited, processing only that which surrounded him. As someone who despised being idle, the last hour had been a nightmarish plague. Even more so since he had no idea as to what his future held. In order to control that shapeless fear, he voided all possible scenarios that entered his mind. //... ... ...// The walls were decrepit. It was a wonder the dungeon still stood. How long it might remain was in question. He watched moisture trickle down the walls, shapeless tears. Voices could be heard in the background, but he made to effort to translate them. //Those footsteps// He jumped up and stood at the bars, gripping them cruelly. The guard smirked, from whatever misguided supposition came to mind, then stepped aside.* "Culgan! Get me out of here, please?" *That last came out plaintively, and he wished he could kill the guard for bearing witness to his begging. //Fuck me// He watched the Colonel approach, indefinable expression on his face. He suddenly felt very safe; Culgan wouldn't let anyone hurt him. //By the gods, I'm pathetic//. None of this changed the fact that he still wanted out of the confining cell.

Culgan: *The walk to the dungeon wasn't that long, since his office was in the castle, but the surroundings were still a bit unfamiliar. //That's because I don't have to bother coming down here very often...// He sighed as the guards made way to him, saluting as he walked by. Finally, he reached his destination - a few cells separated from the others, meant for soldiers who were being punished. He saw Seed in one of the cells, calling him. //...Amusing sight, really...// The guard saluted him shortly, and he nodded approvingly, signaling the guard to leave them. //Sigh. Have to keep this official... for now. I don't think I can make myself to use a whip on you... however, I could...// Evil thoughts took a form in his mind as he stopped in front of the door and looked through the bars with his calm, "official" half-smile.* Captain Seed. The things I heard about your actions today require an explanation... I must say, I'm not very pleased with what I've heard. So. Are you going to explain? *He kept the tone of his voice as calm and official as he could for now. He knew he could talk a bit differently after the guard was gone. //If I want to, that is... I need to punish you, my dear... And I think I have an idea.// *

Seed: *It was a replay of an earlier encounter they'd had, and he remembered it clearly enough for his face to flush. The rest of him quickly followed suit, as he wasted a moment's time wondering at the expression on his lover's face. When he was sure that the guard had finally left them alone, he hissed his reply at Culgan.* "Explanation? He slapped me like some bitch, in front of the men. No one does that to me, especially not some wine-sipping, h'orderve-eating potch whore." *His excitement faded as the old rage spilled forward, his hatred of nobility exposed.* "You agree with him?" *Wine-red eyes widened in disbelief.* "He started it...he always starts it. He thinks it's funny...my having a peasant background." *He abandoned intelligent discussion for a string of curses that singed his tongue. He smacked the bars, glaring into the smooth face of his lover. Culgan returned his gaze impassively.* "Let me out of here. Or are you going to play your little games and pretend to smack me around?" *He grinned sharply, the taunt obvious. He had no fear of Culgan, for he was incapable of doing him harm. It didn't hurt to push his luck though.*

Culgan: You think I agree with him? In that case, I think you have the wrong idea of my opinions... *He stared at the redhead, still the same calm expression on his face. His mind, however, was far from being calm anymore. //Little games? No games, just a suitable punishment... Heh.// His earlier guess about what had happened had now proved to be right; he'd guessed that Solon had been the one who hit the younger man first. //You are fiery, my love, but you don't hit first... and you'd never hit a superior officer just like that... except me, of course.// He shook his head, hiding his smile. Unlike Seed, he didn't hate nobles, but he had no love for those who got their positions for being of noble blood. He raised his hand, reaching through the bars to touch his lover's face.* I know who started it. But Lord Jhee wants you to get punished. And he came to yell at me because you're one of my men. How many choices does that leave me?

Seed: *He sighed, calm falling on him gracefully from the hand to his face. His eyes closed briefly and he thought how very nice it was to feel loved.* "You can start by releasing me. And then..." *He shuddered, peeking through the bars down the long, dank, and dark hallways. //Euuwah...what the hell is down there?//* "Can you...punish me somewhere else?" *Another shiver, and his eyes captured the ice-blue ones beseechingly. He was terribly unnerved, and even the promise of creative sex did nothing to ease his agitation. For the moment, curiosity of his surroundings took a back seat to his need for fresh air.* "C'mon...make up your mind. At least unlock the door...or do I have to beg?" *His eyes went round and soft, a look that often got him his way in more precarious situations.*

Culgan: *The expression on his face still stayed, but he couldn't hide his smile anymore. The smile wasn't his usual calm one, either - it was turning to a half-amused and half-smug one. //Release...? Heh... And maybe I would like to see you beg... But...// He caressed the redhead's face with his fingers for a moment, then withdrew his hand and stepped back.* Did you know that you look kinda cute there, locked behind those bars...? *He looked at the younger man's face, almost grinning. He took the key from where the guard had left it, and opened the door.* You, begging? Doesn't sound like you... at least not in this situation. I do know a situation where I could make you beg, but right now, maybe I'll just let you out. *He glanced around in the corridor; he didn't indeed visit these parts of the castle too often, but still knew his way around here. Besides, he knew the maps of the castle. //And down those corridors is an old torture chamber. Am I perverted or what?// He stepped away from the door, forcing his smile to the usual calculated half-smile.* I still have to punish you, or Solon will come after me. Not here, though... Follow me.

Seed: "For fuck's sake, Culgan, can you be more unclear!?" *First the smile, if that was what it was. Then the caress, which unhinged his knees. All this, followed up by some babbling bullshit. He didn't know whether or not he should be excited by the unspoken suggestion. At least he was being released, but for what...that was the question. He contemplated this as Culgan stood aside the open cell, watching him. The stare was decidedly erotic in nature. //You're not afraid of him, remember?// Well, he wasn't. However, he wasn't turned on either. Glaring up at the older man, he strode past him into the hall. Maybe the silent treatment would work. //Hah// The hallway narrowed like a diseased wound. Culgan knew he hated the dark... //No, he doesn't. You never told him.// Steeling his resolve, he waited for the other man to lead the way, like a lamb to slaughter. If it wasn't for Solon's involvement in this, he would've hauled ass then and there.*

Culgan: *He walked deeper into the dungeons, appearing calm, like he had planned everything carefully beforehand. The fact that he had come up with the idea about five minutes ago didn't matter. //It's not like you'd ever notice... heh.// He glanced around quickly to make sure they were alone. It wasn't really needed, since no one ever came to these parts of the dungeons, but he wanted to be sure. The dark corridors looked like no one had been there for a hundred years. //Good then...// He looked around for a while, then found the door he was looking for and opened it.* Solon ordered me to punish you, yes, but I don't feel comfortable doing it in public... This'll do. No one will disturb us here... *He stepped into the big room, turning to look at the younger man. He wanted to see the redhead's face when he'd realize what the room was used for. //This, my dear, is an old torture chamber... Haven't been used for ages, but suits my idea of your punishment well...// His eyes scanned the room quickly, stopping for a second on some chains hanging on the wall.*

Seed: *He raised one eyebrow in mock indignation.* "You don't have to do a damned thing, and you know it. We could be having tea in here, for all anyone knows." *He traced the outline of Culgan's face from memory; the room was thick and gray, like a giant cobweb. He studied the alien space with suspicion, drawing up against the older man as he did so.* "Where are we?" *His vision adjusted to the murky darkness slowly. Nothing made any sense to his eyes, nor would his feet come alive enough for him to move. //What is he staring at?// He refused to get close enough to see it. //What's on his mind...// The question continued to nag him, repeatedly interrupting his train of thought.* "I don't like this place. I know you're not going to..." *His flow of words stopped, a sudden disquieting idea settling upon him. Solon would be expecting bruises...or something of the sort. He was just the type of man who enjoyed witnessing the display of his power. He turned slightly and stared up at Culgan, the blue eyes finally visible to him. They were amused.*

Culgan: Yes, we could be having tea here, or just sit here for an hour and then go back, and no one would know except us... But no. General Jhee wouldn't be pleased... not that I care what he wants or intend to please him... I have something else in my mind. *He walked around the room, stopping to pick up some old device he couldn't really recognize himself. //This was probably used for... No, I don't think I want to know.// He stepped in front of the redhead, staring calmly deep into the wine-red eyes.* This place? A torture chamber. I don't think it's been used for a long time, but... *He dropped the whatever instrument to the floor. It made a clinking sound that echoed off the walls.* ...no one will bother us here. Which means, I can use any type of punishment I choose... Maybe you are right and I won't... whatever you were going to say... but... *Smiling mischievously, he reached to touch the younger man's face gently. //Oh, that look on your face is sure worth it...// He let his hand fall, placing it on Seed's.* Come...

Seed: "Quit touching me, damnit!" *Squirming away, he knelt before the dropped apparatus and goggled at it curiously. //A torture chamber?// He worked through the revelation in stunned silence. He then stood with liquid speed and smacked Culgan in the face.* "Are you crazy? This...this isn't my..." *Trailing off, his blood red gaze deepened in confusion. //But this *is* your thing...isn't it?// He gave a frustrated growl, the identification of his surroundings only adding to his discomfort. However, his fear was courteous enough to make way for his rising temper.* "Cute Culgan. Very cute. Why are we in here? Really. What..." *His hands found the wall, where they fingered at the rusty manacles. The brick appeared sturdy enough, but he doubted its strength before a struggling body. His, to be precise. Blood rushed into his face and he further distanced himself from Culgan, using the wall as guidance. He could see well enough now, but he needed support to continue. He was grinding his teeth without being aware of doing so, the idea of having sex in this hellhole not as unattractive as it had been initially. Perhaps it had something to with his lover's perversity; he honestly had no idea Culgan was capable of such an idea. //Quit it. You are NOT having conjugal relations in this place.// He wasn't so sure now. He actually giggled from the tension.*

Culgan: *The hit came as a surprise, but he didn't move even a bit. The calm expression on his face stayed as he watched Seed looking around in the room.* Not your thing? Well, if you say so... Somehow I don't believe that, though. *He turned to pick up an old lantern that was lying beside the door, and lit it. Its light danced in the room, giving a fiery highlight to the younger man's red hair. He smiled, placing the lantern on some kind of a table nearby. //Let's get to the point, then...// Silently, he picked a key that was hanging on a small hook on the wall. He took a few quiet steps closer to the redhead, then suddenly grabbed Seed's hands, forced him against the wall and captured his hands with the manacles. //Perfect// The key fit, as he'd guessed, and he slipped it to his pocket so he could free his lover afterwards. He'd acted so quickly that the redhead didn't have enough time to realize what had happened, and now it was too late to resist. He stepped back to admire his work - the younger man was standing there back against the wall, looking almost confused.* Hmm. What a nice sight...

Seed: *The instinctive confusion lasted long enough for him to power up his response. He kicked both feet forwards and grazed the older man, staggering him back a few steps. The pain in his wrists shot straight up his arms and down his back, stilling him. //I guess that answers that, then.// He struggled a bit more, infuriated that the manacles held firm.* "You son of a bitch." *He sulked briefly, trying to burn a hole into Culgan's chest with his glare. He glanced around the room briefly, seeing nothing of help or interest. It may have been a torture chamber at one time, but whatever it had once held within was gone now. He didn't know why he'd been so disturbed in the first place. Maybe he'd expected it to have a certain smell or feel, but all he perceived was a stink of mold and disuse. //Torture chamber my ass// Sighing, he sagged against the wall before arching away with a hiss. The stone was cold, although the moisture he'd been expecting was absent.* "If you're hoping this turns me on, you've been misinformed." *His anger fled him though, since the statement wasn't entirely true. He watched Culgan closely, eyes glowing in the lamp light. The scenario would have made a nice drawing, and he tried to imagine how they looked...victim and interrogator.* "So..." *He offered a lopsided smile, noting that his lover's expression had not wavered.*

Culgan: What? I don't think I'm that misinformed... I know you too well. And the control this situation here gives me... *The calm expression was replaced with the seductive smile only his lover had ever seen.* That does turn you on. Or are you going to deny that? *He took a step back, lifting one hand to his chin.* That is a still pretty sight. Wish I had a sketchbook with me... I'm not an artist, but... Hmm. *His eyes narrowed, studying his lover standing there, chained to the wall. //Amusing... Still, quite exciting. Sometimes I sure have perverted ideas...// He moved closer slowly, watching the younger man closely to make sure that he wasn't planning on kicking him again.* You sure you're no going to bite me if I kiss you? *He whispered, leaning closer and placing his fingers on Seed's lips. //I'll take the chance... heh.// He moved his hand to the wall for support and pressed his lips on the younger man's for a gentle kiss. His other hand sneaked to undo the redhead's belt, getting it off without trouble and dropping it onto the floor. He continued with opening the white and red coat, and his hand didn't stop until he came across the black sleeveless shirt Seed had under the uniform.* Hmmh. This'll have to go... mind if I rip it off?

Seed: "I'd be delighted..." *It was a slow process, but he was warming up to the playacting on Culgan's part* "But you still talk too much." *He offered a consenting purr, though more of a growl under present circumstances. He'd been screwed against a wall before, and the painful memory served as a warning.* "You have the...erm...lubricant, right?" *He reinstated the kiss, his mouth turning malleable beneath his lover's prodding tongue. He thought he might make Culgan work for everything tonight, and grew lazy at the seductive thought. Still, this wasn't much of a punishment. He mentally grinned at the idea of the older man actually making him suffer. He simply couldn't do it. The intensity of the kiss increased as the chill air hit exposed skin, the warm hand fondling his chest. Culgan was right...he couldn't deny the appeal of the situation. He still wished his lover might have taken the whip to him again. He sometimes had the most amazing ideas...*

Culgan: I always talk too much... *He whispered between the kisses, smiling smugly in his mind. That was mostly true - he didn't find it very romantic to make love without saying a word, and usually easily ended up whispering some confessions of his feelings to the younger man when they were doing it. His hands worked on the redhead's black shirt, then he quickly ripped it off, careful to not to hurt Seed in the process.* And don't you worry about that... I'd never even think of doing this without having something... *He didn't have to check; nowadays, he always carried the little bottle of oil in the pocket of his coat. He'd gotten the habit after the incident in the old fort, and having the bottle had proved to be very useful, since he never knew when his fiery lover got ideas for doing something. //Well, this time, got it admit that the idea was mine... Heh.// He ran his fingers over the redhead's bare chest, enjoying the touch of the soft skin. //Warm... Hmm.// He pressed a passionate kiss on his lover's lips while letting his hand drop lower to work with the younger man's pants.*

Seed: //Going right for the source of my troubles// *He gave no resistance. The situation was far less intimidating than he'd imagined it would be. His tendency to overreact concerned him, but his more mature lover tolerated it skillfully. Maybe Culgan was excited by the idea of controlling him, or maybe he liked the abuse. It didn't matter. He had no interest in dominating a man who made him weak with an unintentional stroke of the hand. Besides...it was too much work, and he was lazy at heart. These thoughts occupied his mind as he arched into Culgan's skilled hands, trying to suck the warmth from them. He bit his lover's lower lip playfully, leaving a taste of copper in his mouth. //Definitely turned on now// He still didn't want to lay down anywhere in the room, and decided that standing up would have to do. That way, Culgan would have to work more, and he'd be able to feel those muscles bunch under his hands as he held on for dear life. Culgan had such a nice backside. Too bad reflective glass was so dear, or he'd have covered his bedroom walls with it. He grinned into the kiss, drawing more blood.*

Culgan: *He broke the kiss for a moment, grinning a bit.* Ow. No biting... This is a punishment, remember? You're supposed to take it a like a good officer... *His hands got the job done and he knelt down for a moment to draw the redhead's boots and pants off. //Somehow I have the feeling that you won't just take the punishment nicely... Heh. Punishment indeed. Solon would kill me if he knew...// Snickering a bit, he stepped back and admired his work. Seed's hands were held firmly by the manacles and he still had the white and red coat on. It covered the young man's arms, hanging from his shoulders, but under it was nothing.* What a sight you are... Pretty... *He caressed the redhead's face with his fingertips, fascinated by the lantern's light reflecting from the captain's reddish eyes. //I could just stand here and stare at you... Well, could, but you'd kill me. Besides, that wasn't my original plan...// His thin lips curled to a mischievous smile as he let his hand fall lower, fingers drawing little circles on the redhead's chest.* Hope you're not getting impatient yet... I have some things in my mind that I'd like to try...

Seed: "I believe I'm taking it rather well..." *He purred his consent, which was, in fact, more of a soft growling noise he'd mastered over the years. The overall position he found himself in was incredibly sexual, but what made the difference was the feeling of safety. He didn't even snap at the hidden threat implied by Culgan's choice of words, having no care at the moment if the older man dragged this out to kingdom come. He'd probably change his mind in ten minutes, but seeing as he preferred to play the bitch in this relationship, it was certainly his prerogative. He gave a sudden small laugh at the way his mind was working today, trying to concentrate on the circling fingers to calm him down. It wasn't easy, and he remembered the warning hinted at by mischievous lips. //black velvet// He was being tortured with sensuality. His body cursed his brain for refusing it free rein; he wanted to be excited mentally as well as physically, and this encounter was looking to be the answer.* "Maybe you could bring someone in to draw me?" *He licked his lips, taunting his lover to do something other than stare at him.*

Culgan: I'll bring my sketchbook the next time... As I said, I'm no artist, but I can draw decently... *He moved closer to kiss his lover shortly, fingers playing on the redhead's soft skin. //Could do this very slowly... Could also just... No. Must do it right. Gods how I want you right now...// His ice-blue eyes studied the slender figure before him, his mind storing away the image. //Really wish I'd have a sketchbook... I doubt that you'd have the patience for standing there long enough for me to draw, but.. I can try drawing later...// He smiled, making a mental note to really try drawing later. For now, he refused to let himself stare any longer. //If I don't stop that, we'll still be here next week...// His fingers found the small nubs on the smooth chest, and he stopped for a moment.* You look lovely... Very desirable... *His voice was quiet, and only his lover had ever heard him speaking in that certain tone. He dropped his hands to the younger man's waist, moving to caress his lover's sides gently while leaning to kiss the slender neck.*

Seed: *The abandoned flesh at his chest cried out an insult that made what was becoming painful into something far more excruciating. It was amazing to him that two insignificant pieces of flesh could complain in so loud a voice. That was the only real problem he had with Culgan...the man only had two hands. //You're getting out of control again// He sighed, trying to melt into a more malleable structure that could receive without complaint. It was more difficult than he'd imagined, his nature pushing forward to scramble his brain. He rattled the chains in mock frustration before stilling completely. It was too akin to what a ghost might provide as forewarning before its appearance. This gloomy place would serve as suitable living quarters. He shook his head of the unwanted image, wanting to sag, wanting to do anything but stand on his own two feet. //He's certainly creative these days// The burning kisses at his neck softened his agony and he welcomed the passionate warmth. Unfortunately, Culgan's coat began scratching at his over-sensitized body, making what might have been pleasure into a feeling of skin dragging over broken glass.* "Culgan... take off your clothes, damnit. You're hurting me."

Culgan: *He froze, then moved away on the instant. The younger man had said a word he never wanted to hear. //Hurting. That's something I won't do.// The short moment of anxiousness left him soon, however, and he gave Seed the usual calm half-smile.* Hmm... Sensitive. But, that can be arranged... Hope you're prepared to wait for a moment. *He stepped closer to kiss the redhead on the lips softly, then drew away completely and raised his hands to remove the white scarf. It came off easily, but he took his time, making every move look calculated and premeditated. //Take off my clothes indeed. Well, you asked for this...// The scarf ended up in the pile where Seed's clothes lay close to the wall, and his belt soon followed. The coat came off even more slowly, leaving him with a white shirt. //Got to remember that the oil is there in the coat pocket... heh.// He stopped to smile to the redhead, but kept himself from staring for too long, or trying to analyze the look in his lover's eyes. His hands moved to work on the buttons of the shirt, opening them one at the time, starting from top and slowly advancing lower. Then, he let it drop off his shoulders and discarded it to the pile, leaving him standing there half-naked.* This better? Or should I remove my pants, as well?

Seed: "Aww...you're gonna get everything wet and dirty." *His voice trembled when he spoke, the words a double-edged sword that buried itself between his thighs. This was certainly turning out to be worth the slap that Solon had handed him. A slight sound of desperation hissed out from between clenched teeth and his eyes fell into a lazy half-lidded gaze, like a teapot coming to boil. He wondered for a brief heated moment how it would feel to dance with someone who knew how to draw out sexual tension, riding a beat until it collapsed into the same heated mess he was feeling now.* "I don't imagine you'd take requests..." *Very lazy. His voice seemed far away. It fit with the show he was receiving, and he wondered if Culgan had any idea of how he looked just then. //Does he practice?// His mind then tried to form an answer to his lover's question, but when he tried to say it in words, his brain died. It did, however, continue to assault him with a cacophony of unintelligible words and images that tried to express the hunger he felt. One phrase did take weight, comprised of the only two words left in his mind right then. He just couldn't figure out any more if he wanted to give it or take it. His manacled wrists answered that question well enough, and he merely nodded, like a puppet.*

Culgan: Requests? Not really, but I guess these can go, as well... *He started by removing his boots, a process that couldn't actually be done in a seductive way, but doing it slowly, keeping his balance worked pretty well. //Now the pants.// He didn't waste too much time for taking off the white pants, but still kept his moves calm. He dropped the last garments to the pile, then stood in front of the younger man for a while, giving himself a moment to admire the redhead - and, for Seed, a moment to stare back at him. He knew quite well that he was quite good-looking, but the only one he let see what was under the black and white uniform was the young captain.* That's done, then... *Ice-blue eyes locked at the slender figure before him, he stepped closer, resting one hand against the stone wall for support and letting the other wander down the younger man's chest.* Shouldn't hurt now, hmm? *He gave Seed a warm smile, mind already calculating if him removing the uniform had affected the relation of power between them. //Not really... I'm still me, and he's chained to the wall. Only thing that changed is that I let him see something he's seen before... Besides, this isn't about power anymore, but seduction...// He raised his hand to stroke the red hair gently, then ran his fingertips over his lover's face, stopping his hand on the slightly parted lips.* Pretty...

Seed: *He resisted the urge to bite Culgan's finger, then gave in and nipped it gently. The flesh was dry, but it wouldn't be long before he'd taste the salt and sweat of their lovemaking. Such thoughts threatened his calm façade and he bit down harder, drawing blood as before. It was extremely difficult to stay focused and he growled at his lack of self-restraint. The finger evaded further suckling and he struggled against the manacles, thwarted. He was filled with a sudden urge to dominate his lover. //He's not making this easy...// Perhaps this was his punishment...he was submissive by choice, not design. Crimson eyes crawled over Culgan's naked body, which looked very young and very fit. His friendly banter when speaking of his lover's age seemed ridiculous now, though the face certainly gave no indication of what the clothes hid beneath them. This revelation was amusing, if only for the fact that he'd never been able to successfully dominate his lover. Culgan knew this, of course, which was why he never turned down any variations to their lovemaking. The bastard always ended up on top.* "Damn you. Hurry it up." *He was determined to ride Culgan like a stallion, submissive or not, and make the man work for everything he got.*

Culgan: Hmm. You know very well that I don't like it that way. You know how I prefer this... calm and slow... *As though to prove his point, he withdrew his hand, stopping to study his lover's face for a while.* Always so impatient. But all right, you win for now. I'll get on with it. *//My own way,// he added in his mind. He silenced any possible objections with a passionate kiss, moving his hand back where it had been caressing the redhead's chest earlier. Skillful fingers captured one hard nub, tweaking it gently. //Somehow I'm quite glad that your hands are tied, my dear... because very soon, my shoulders would get scratched.// He broke the kiss, smiling at his thoughts. Seed was always the submissive partner in their lovemaking, but also liked to make things hard for him every single time. //And I bet you're still planning on getting on top of me one day... Well, we'll see about that.// He shifted his position a bit, freeing his other hand to caress the younger man's side. //Need to get that oil later... But, for now...// After another kiss on the redhead's lips, he continued lower, first nibbling Seed's neck gently, then moving to play with one hard nipple while his fingers stayed on the other one.*

Seed: *He felt surrounded on all sides by the warmth of Culgan's touch. It was intoxicating and he fell into a kind of sexual slumber, the heat giving him a lazy, sensuous edge that made him less combative than before. Culgan's body was flush against his, and he panted without sound. He felt completely at peace...safe to the point of blind ignorance. His mind was still keening over the injustice of his chained wrists, but such a small thing was easily ignored. At least until his lover attended to the hardened nubs at his chest. It was almost too much to bear and he gasped into the kiss, wishing he could grab something...anything...that would help him control the sudden lust that wracked his trembling body. He had never been so aroused, which was likely untrue, but he couldn't argue with the pleasure pain he was experiencing. Because he could not scratch as he'd have liked to, he broke the kiss and buried his face in Culgan's neck, biting at the tensed shoulder. With any luck, he'd release the minute his lover entered him. This was all happening far too slowly, and he was barely able to handle it.*

Culgan: *He glanced to Seed's face shortly, smiling smugly as he easily read his lover's every thought. //Having hard time again, my love? Heh...// His hand stroked the redhead's side tenderly, slowly moving downwards and stopping on the younger man's thigh. He chuckled a bit, letting his hand slide to caress the inner thighs for a moment, then wrapped his finders around the hard length.* Hmm. I think someone here has a little problem... Well, I don't think you'd mind if I take care of it... *He pressed a short but impassioned kiss on his lover's lips, then dropped to his knees. The floor was cold and uncomfortable, and that made him frown. //Then again, I need my coat anyway, so...// He smiled to himself, reaching for the black and white coat. He drew it closer and spread it under the redhead's feet while removing a small bottle from the pocket.* There... I think you find standing there barefoot a bit more bearable now... * //Not to mention this is quite a lot more comfortable for my knees...// He opened the bottle, not wanting to keep his lover waiting for too long, for he knew well enough that Seed wasn't too patient when having to wait. After quickly adding some oil on his hands, he returned his attention to the redhead, capturing the tip of the hard length between his lips.*

Seed: *The view of Culgan falling to his knees was breathtaking. He choked in a breath as warmth surrounded his member. Those two things, combined, made it impossible to withhold his impending orgasm, and he bit his tongue to strengthen himself against it. His lover had barely begun suckling before he released, and he experienced a mild mixture of embarrassment and extreme pleasure. He was too easy. It was no surprise that he felt himself already beginning to harden again, much to Culgan's amusement. //Damnit// In no condition to argue, he let the fondling continue, staring down at his lover's strong back. He didn't know why the image of him straddling Culgan had come to mind, although it certainly had to do with the way he went down on him so easily. The idea of Culgan as uke made him giggle, relieving him of the stress that had enveloped his body. He relaxed a bit, still snickering, taking in long breaths to calm himself even further. Imagery had a way of exciting him, but sometimes he forgot how powerful that trait was. He sagged unpleasantly from the chains, and shifted to give himself more leeway. His wrists were sore, but he'd be damned if he informed Culgan just yet.*

Culgan: *Only a moment after he'd started, he tasted the milky liquid on his lips. //Ah, you're just way too easy...// He couldn't help but snickering as the redhead's member turned hard again. It would be no surprise if he'd get his lover to release three times, since he wasn't even nearly done with preparing him. //Speaking of preparing...// His hands were occupied with caressing the younger man's thighs, and it didn't require him much to move his right hand between the slender legs, fingers quickly finding their target. He drew one leg over his shoulder for a better access, then carefully pressed one finger in. Being cautious was natural to him, even though it wasn't necessarily needed, since his lover was quite used to these preparations. //But, I like doing it carefully...// He moved his hand calmly, not giving Seed any rest as his mouth stayed where it was, slowly suckling on the hard length. After a short while he added another finger, pressing them deeper against a certain spot.*

Seed: *Convinced that he was slowly going insane, he allowed a mild numbness to occupy his brainspace again, trying to enjoy things by feeling only. His skin was incredibly sensitive, and the air took on extreme degrees of cold that made his nipples ache. It was difficult not to voice his frustrations, but Culgan despised rude remarks, even during sex. A sigh exited his lips, and he could hear a soft whimpering sound in the distance. It was, of course, coming from him. His mind went back to work trying to keep his voice down; it wouldn't do either of them any good if someone heard him moaning where no sound should exist. Skilled fingers stroked him deep within, and he balanced on one leg precariously.* "Culgan..." *His voice was pathetic.* "Please." *It was all he could force out without becoming obscene, and it drained him. He wanted to be laid upon the floor and made love to without further delay, and it wasn't ironic in the least that he'd resisted the idea only ten minutes beforehand. He changed his mind like Culgan changed their bedsheets. His lover was still suckling him, and a headache formed as he tried to hold back his second release.*

Culgan: Hmm? *Not really wanting to stop his caresses, he let go of the hard member and glanced up. The tone of his lover's voice wasn't that rare - or at least he'd heard it before. //You sound like that only when that's all you can say... and when you really need something. Something only I can give...// He gave the younger man a gentle smile, but didn't stop just yet. His free hand went for the oil bottle again, and with some trouble he added some of the contents on his own member. Earlier, when watching the redhead standing there chained, he'd imagined what it would be like to make love here... And he was just about to get the answer. He pressed his fingers against the weak spot one more time, taking the opportunity to watch the expression on Seed's face as he did so. //Beautiful.// He then withdrew his fingers, standing up. This wouldn't be their first time making love against the wall, and somehow he could guess it wouldn't be the last either. //Still, I'd prefer soft bed... easier.// He wrapped one hand around the redhead's waist and captured one slender leg with the other, lifting his lover enough to enter him. With extreme caution, he pressed the tip of his member against the small entrance and thrust in.*

Seed: *He knew from the way Culgan was moving that his prayers would soon be answered. He breathed a soft sigh of relief as he was lifted, steadying himself for the small flare of pain that always accompanied his lover's entry. It didn't bother him; he hissed in a bit then relaxed, Culgan's length accommodating itself to its new housing. The sensation of fullness pleased him and he uttered a feral growl. He was glad that his jacket was still on, for it protected him from the wall as he was driven against it. His position was a bit awkward, but with some concentration, he was able to ease his body into a more comfortable position. The other leg kept trying to crawl up and around Culgan's waist, and he was perversely preoccupied with finding something for it to do. His lover was really exerting himself for this little punishment, and he tried to ease the pressure on Culgan as best he could. The older man's warm breath heated his skin and he briefly raged against the manacles. After a short time, his world narrowed down to the nearly mechanical thrusting within and out of his lower body. It soothed him and he began purring contentedly.*

Culgan: Much better... *He mumbled against the younger man's shoulder, pausing his movements for a short moment. He wanted to make sure that Seed was comfortable despite of their inconvenient position, but the content purr answered his question before he had the opportunity to ask. //Guess you're doing quite alright after all...// He held the redhead easily with one hand, so he slipped the other between them with some difficulty. His fingers soon found their target and wrapped around the hard length, stroking as well as he could in their position. He knew how close his lover had been just a moment earlier, and was quite determined to get him to release three times. Knowing the younger man, that would not be a problem. //And I can easily control myself long enough...// He continued his movements in slow, steady thrusts, trying to hold Seed carefully so the redhead would not be pressed against the wall too much. Seed's hands were still held by the manacles; this made him wish he'd left the key a bit closer. //It's somewhere in my coat pocket and I can't get it right now... Hmm. Hope that doesn't make you too uncomfortable...// A feeling a guilt haunted him for a moment, and he swore to himself never to get such evil ideas again, then concentrated on pleasing his lover.*

Seed: *Culgan's face changed just enough to indicate he was thinking again. That was as far as he could get with reading his lover's face, which was just as well. The thoughts were likely unpleasant, since the older man's expression wouldn't have budged otherwise. //Poor baby// He thought it might be stress, or guilt, or something vague like frustration. He might have been amused if he could have relaxed enough to experience anything but the pain of extreme concentration. When his mind wandered, he sagged into Culgan's hold, and it felt as if he were being stabbed. The manacles aggravated his wrists, but overall, it wasn't as bad as it sounded. He was excited, after all, and very erect. Culgan had surprised him again; he always forgot that his lover was as perverted as he was, though in a more healthy way. The situation was enough to carry him 95% of the way to another orgasm, and he wasn't even tired yet.*

Culgan: *His fingers worked on his lover's member, feeling how close the redhead already was. //Won't take too long... And then... Well, won't let you get away that easily. I find this pretty interesting, and I'm doing quite fine at the moment.// He wasn't too sure how well Seed was doing, however, at least considering their position. The younger man sagged into his hold, and he immediately corrected their position as much as he could, holding Seed up a bit.* You're not going to make this easy for me, hmm? *He whispered into the redhead's ear with an amused tone. He didn't mind doing all the work, but in this case, it would probably hurt the younger man if he didn't support himself even a little. //And I never want to hurt you... being perverted is a different thing...// He sighed, reminding himself to forget about being perverted since it would lead to this kind of situations. He turned to look at Seed's face, smiling.* You know, I love that sight... you look so perfect when we make love... *The fact that the redhead's wrists were tied only made that image a bit more interesting. He chuckled softly, then captured the younger man's lips for an impassioned kiss.*

Seed: *A short growl followed Culgan's first remark; he was trying very hard to do his part, but being screwed senseless didn't help his concentration. If he didn't know Culgan like he did, he'd have thought the man was being condescending. This, of course, was just another aspect to their relationship. Culgan did everything better, which may or may not be true, but he preferred to believe in the former. His body wouldn't pay attention to what his mind was thinking, however, which aggravated him since he wanted to prolong his sexual plateau. He'd never be able to try the role of aggressor if he couldn't control his reactions to sex. And now this second remark, which amused him more than anything.* "Perfect? I'm...faint..." *A dizzy feeling crept over him and he tried to think of something offensive to occupy his mind. While he was doing that, he crossed into the realm of insanely aroused, and it was only another few seconds before he exploded into his second orgasm. It was like falling from an incredible height, but he always thought of that when he climaxed. Now he was weak, sweaty, tired, and, as usual, still aroused.*

Culgan: *He laughed a bit at his lover's comment, knowing very well how true that was.* Faint? Could say that, maybe... *He pressed a quick kiss on the redhead's lips, then paused his movements for a moment as Seed's second release wetted his hand. //There we go... Sometimes you're easier, but then again, during our normal lovemaking - in bed - I can please you better...// He smiled warmly, looking into the younger man's eyes.* Too tired? I can still continue... And, to be honest, you don't feel like you'd want to quit now... *His smile was a bit mischievous now. His eyes, however, reflected warmness and the feelings he had for Seed. //So lovely...// Slender fingers resumed their task on stroking the younger man's member, and he continued trusting into his lover carefully, trying to hold him off the wall as well as he could. He was getting a bit tired himself, but wouldn't allow himself to lose the calmness, or let go off Seed and let the redhead be pressed against the hard wall too much. //Damn it if I let you hurt yourself now after all this trouble...// He glanced at the manacles, wishing again he could free his lover's wrists. He guessed the younger man's hands were hurting by now. //Nothing I can do right now... Let's finish this and then I'll carry you to the soft bed...// He took a deep breath, calming himself, then kissed his lover again.*

Seed: *The fleeting kisses made him feel better, but nothing could replace the lost strength he had started with. Even now, his body was threatening him with a puppet-like frailty that infuriated his sense of pride. Things were certainly going wrong with the world when he imagined several Culgans doing what one was handling well enough. His heartbeat raced along accordingly, and he was very tired now. Had he been lying in a soft bed, he might have fallen into a lazy sexual stupor, enjoying the sensation of being pounded like stubborn bread dough. Culgan would have laughed at him if he could have read such thoughts, most of them made grandiose by the fact that he was tottering on the edge again. He pulled up another image of Culgan as a stud for hire, and snickered into his lover's kiss. He couldn't even find the words to exchange friendly banter, and for a second, he sensed that Culgan felt the same, even though the older man didn't look the least bit tired or put out. The manacles were definitely chafing now, and he began whispering Culgan's name into the parted lips. The feeling was erotic, and didn't help him stifle the growing urge to voice his pleasure. Soon enough, he was mewing and panting and begging Culgan to finish before he died from bliss.*

Culgan: *The younger man's soft cries provided him the best feedback he could ever ask for - if he'd ever asked for any. He never really asked what Seed thought about the quality of their lovemaking, but he didn't have to. Besides, all he ever wanted was to hear the redhead whispering his name. //Adorable...// He kissed his lover again, keeping his ice-blue eyes studying the younger man's face. He loved watching Seed when they made love - or, when the redhead was sleeping, or working, or complaining to him about paperwork... //Actually, I just love watching you, whatever you're doing... I... love you...// It was beginning to become hard for him to keep his thoughts together, so he stopped trying to concentrate on thinking and directed his full attention to pleasuring his lover.* Seed... *He whispered, just wanting to say the redhead's name. He hadn't lied a moment earlier when saying that he could still continue, but listening to Seed's voice was slowly driving him insane. He didn't, however, let the calm control drop for even a short moment when pressing into his lover and caressing him.*

Seed: *A wave of intense emotion swept over him; for just that brief moment, he could almost read his lover's thoughts. He choked up enough spirit to mutter an expletive, combined with a bantering complaint.* "Why must you be so difficult..." *It was a fool's gamble to try and outlast his lover. Culgan could keep at him all night without losing a beat, and sex was the least of what he excelled at. Sometimes, when he thought about pleasuring the older man in a similar fashion, all it took was an escapade like this to dent his fantasies. He'd be half-dead from exhaustion before Culgan gave in, and even if he did, it would be from relaxing that control purposefully...not from anything he himself did. Fortunately, he was far too aroused for such thoughts to dampen his lust, and he continued purring his consent, murmuring Culgan's name against his lover's lips, and letting the heat in his groin consume him completely. The last coherent thought he had was that for once, Culgan should have an easy time explaining why he was carrying him home...although Solon's idea of what abuse he'd suffered would be far from the truth.*

Culgan: *Feeling Seed's last release was all he needed, and he let the control slip away, thrusting into his lover one more time. He closed his eyes, burying his face against the younger man's shoulder and let the climax take over for a short moment. When he opened his eyes, he knew that Seed had fainted.* Tired, aren't you, my love... *He whispered, smiling warmly, then carefully drew out of his lover's unconscious body and stood before him, still holding Seed there. If he'd let go, the redhead would only be supposed by the manacles that still held his wrists. //Hmmm...// It gave him a bit trouble to get his coat from the floor while holding the younger man, and finding the key from his pocket with only one hand wasn't easy either. Finally he found it and let the coat fall back down while he opened the manacles and let the sleeping redhead fall completely to his hold. //Need to get us both some clothes on... And clean us both a bit, but I'll have time to do that later.// Smiling, he placed Seed down on the black and white coat for a while, got dressed and also put some clothes on the younger man. He then picked up the redhead, took the rest of the clothes and carried his lover out of the dungeon, mirroring Seed's thoughts as he thought that this time, for once, no one would wonder why he was carrying the redhead.*