Culgan: *He entered the game room of L'Renouille Castle, followed by his redheaded companion.* So. You want to play pool. Alright... *He smiled to Seed, who was grinning and placed the balls on the table, before picking up a cue.* I must warn you, though. I'm pretty good at this. *Slowly, he picked up the cue ball and placed it on the table.* Straight pool. The first one to pocket 25 balls wins. *He smiled to the redhead, then skillfully hit the cue ball, breaking the formation of the 15 colorful balls on the table.* Your turn.

Seed: *As usual, Culgan started their past-time with the expected boast. He knew why, but it was something he'd never admit to anyone, even himself. He understood, and that was good enough.* "Sure...you're good at everything, aren't you?" *He smirked in the manner of someone enjoying a private joke, and took the cue that Culgan had selected for him. It fit into the crook of his elbow nicely, and he began sizing up the damned balls, laid out upon the green nap like balloons. He had no clue of what to do next, which was why, he supposed, that his demented lover had chosen a straight game.* "Okay...get the ball into the pocket..." *Eyeing one dark green orb critically, but without much hope, he struck at the stupid thing aggressively.* "Eeeeheh heh..." *He snickered softly and turned to gaze at his smirking lover.* "At least I didn't break anything..." *Glancing over his shoulder, he noted that the ball had rolled into the corner, after bouncing right against the pool table's edge, and right onto the floor. He waited for the sarcasm to follow, idly wondering what he COULD beat Culgan at.*

Culgan: *He smiled, amused by Seed's attempts on playing.* Well, my dear. You didn't break anything, but... *He picked up the ball from the floor, placing it back on the table.* ...that wasn't one of the best moves I've seen. Calm down a bit, if you really don't want to break anything... *He smiled, his ice-blue eyes studying the table. Calmly as always, he chose to try to pocket the blue ball that lay near the corner of the table. He calculated a bit more, then hit the cue ball slowly, pocketing the blue ball.* There. Not that hard, when you know how to do it. *He chose his next target, and pocketed it just as easily as the other one.* That's 2... *He pocketed two more balls with the same skill, then barely missed when hitting from a harder angle.* 4. You still have no score, so here's your chance...

Seed: *He knew the older man wouldn't lose for him, or even give him a slight advantage, whether he wanted the coddling or not. He also knew this game was a no-brainer for Culgan, and that he would lose, quickly and pathetically. Sometimes it struck him that he knew too much, and that their relationship was becoming just a shade less of dull. Luckily for the both of them, he was never boring. Nosiree...* "So...should I start with the blue ball? It seemed lucky for you..." *He emphasized the words blue and ball, circling the table disinterestedly. //I should challenge him to a race...I'd beat the bastard then...// *He shook his head, smiling, and knew that somehow he'd lose, which was just a-ok by him. He suddenly wanted his lover to very much take him, now, on this puke-colored, ugly table. Very slowly, a grin surfaced on his face. A very wicked, but nonetheless satisfied, grin.* "Ok...how about the yellow one..." *He aimed as carefully as he cared to devote his time to, and bounced the stupid thing against the 8 ball, which went right into the hole. Blinking twice, he wondered if he'd already lost, or if the gods were making fun of him. Should he jump up and down? The room was empty; he choked on a giggle that wanted to surface.* "HEY! Did that count for a straight game?" *He pointed at the hole the ball had dropped into, smiling into Culgan's poker face.*

Culgan: *He smiled calmly, then nodded.* Yes, that counts. One for you. Go on, continue. It's still your turn... *He circled the table, studying the position of the balls, already planning on his next moves and guessing what Seed would do. It wasn't actually too hard to read Seed's mind; he could easily guess the younger man would try the red ball next. He stopped behind Seed, still studying the table and smiled to himself.* Well, go on... *He slapped the redhead's butt gently, then walked to the other side of the table.*

Seed: *The slap was gentle enough, but the very fact that Culgan was the one who'd done it, left him momentarily nonplussed. Culgan rarely fooled around like that.* "Hmmm...that green ball? No..." He noticed a scuffed red ball near a pocket; it was simply a manner of lining up his cue correctly, but he was way too hyper to give a damn if he made the shot or not. "The red ball." He circled closer to Culgan, eyeing the still-bright orb without much interest. He kept peeking out of the corner of his eye at his absorbed lover, who always played to win. He didn't understand Culgan's drive sometimes, but he knew he was as graceful a loser as he was a winner. He just tried harder next time, and rarely lost twice. A born strategist who preferred the role of warrior.* //Change of tactics// "I can do that one easily. Watch..." *He took aim half-heartedly, his effort given solely to placing the cue behind his back with a daredevil's flippancy, intended only to show off his physical assets in as suggestive a way as possible. To his benefit, he almost got the ball in the hole, as if his lack of attention increased his luck. But his goal was decided; by the end of the night, they'd be shooting something other than pool on this cursed table.*

Culgan: Hmm. Almost there. That was a good one, but not good enough... *He smiled to the younger man, then concentrated on studying the table again.* Too bad for you, you left the cue ball for a perfect position for me... *He glanced at the balls one more time, then easily pocketed the red one.* There you go. 6 for me now, one for you... Let's see now... *He had already chosen his next target and easily pocketed that too. He lifted his gaze for a moment, looking at the redhead. He knew well enough Seed didn't like loosing - in anything, battle or simple games like this. And that applied to bed, too; Seed was a very interesting lover in that way. //And hot-blooded...// He grinned a bit, then concentrated back on the game, selecting the yellow ball as his next target.*

Seed: *He chewed on his lower lip, not sure at all if Culgan had noticed his attempts at distracting his attention. The man's face was like an empty chalkboard. It pissed him off, as usual. He didn't like losing unless he knew, without a doubt, that he had no chance of winning, and even then, he went down spitting at the victor. With Culgan, he simply settled for making the victory as hard-won as possible, so that they both enjoyed the end-results more. As if reading his lover's mind, it certainly made their bedplay most interesting. And now...the s.o.b. was going to win again, so it was time to make things more difficult. //Heh...// Pointing one slender finger at the table, directly in the line of Culgan's vision, he grumbled loudly, "Damn you...why don't you pick the tougher ones, Mr. Bad Ass?" He frowned at Culgan's disapproving glance, trying to appear as natural as possible. The man was extremely quick at sniffing out a plot, no matter the type. While he had the older man's eyes on him, he let his frown deepen, and removed his uniform lazily, tossing it over a chair nearby. He wore a thin, sleeveless black shirt beneath, which showed off his arms nicely, and conformed neatly to his chest. His pants, also black, were form-fitting but not tight. He despised constrictive clothing, but they were snug enough so that his armor could fit. The armor was long gone, however, so he stood there comfortably, tolerating the cursory glance he was sure to receive.* "You know...if you really want a challenge, you could honestly teach me how to play this game..." *He trailed off, trying to appear as tantalizing as possible.*

Culgan: *He was almost ready to take care of the yellow ball when he quickly glanced at Seed - and knew instantly that his concentration was gone. The redhead was standing at the other side table, without the white and red coat. He leaned back, breaking off from the game.* Teach you? Yes, I really should, seeing that you're not doing too well... *He glanced at the table again, his eyes stopping to admire the younger man. He knew very well that Seed had done it on purpose.* Tougher ones, you say... Well, I can always take that one... *He pointed at the orange-striped ball on the other side of the table. He knew he could pocket that one easily, but to Seed, it probably looked much harder.* So, I'll go for that one then. Watch and learn... *He smiled to the redhead, moved a bit the his left and leaned across the table, preparing to hit the cue ball.*

Seed: *He couldn't quite tell if Culgan had picked up on his plans, but it didn't really matter. He had taken the bait, which was good enough. He inched over to his lover slowly, quietly, paying little attention to the supposed lesson. He barely registered the sound of the ball hitting home, leaning over the pool table and peeking up at the distracted man beneath disorderly auburn bangs.* "That's not going to help me...just watching you." *Before Culgan could object, he snuggled his way in between the older man and the pool table, enjoying the constrictive feel.* "Now show me how to hold the cue right..." *He was pushing his luck, but somehow he knew he'd get what he wanted tonight. It simply depended on whether he'd get it in hearts or in spades. From his mood, he preferred the latter. Culgan was very good at giving it... Trying very hard not to laugh at his now obvious attempts to seduce his lover, he prodded the silent man with his elbow.*

Culgan: Alright... *It wasn't too hard to guess what Seed was planning, but it didn't bother him a bit. And besides, he had his own evil thoughts about Seed and this game room...* Well, it could be a good start if you didn't hold the cue so tight... *He took the cue, then placed it in Seed's hands.* Now, gently. The cue ball is there. So now you pick the target... let's say the orange ball there. Carefully now. If you hit the cue ball too hard... *He continued his explanation, smiling to himself as he felt Seed's slender body close to him. Seemed like Seed was listening to his instructions, or at least was pretending to listen, if anything. He let his hand slide down to the redhead's waist.* Well, go on. That orange one should be easy, if you just do as I said. Don't use too much power...

Seed: *Culgan's soothing voice, as well as body heat, intoxicated him. He was as easy as that, but only with this man. An unbearable warmth ran up his left side, where Culgan's hand slid down to lay itself against his hip. He struggled to pay attention to the lesson, since it suddenly seemed important that he figure this game out. Bending forward slowly and carefully, He eyed the orange ball as if it were on fire. Culgan had come forward with him to some degree, and it was almost painful to bear the position he had put the two of them in. Had anyone entered the game room then, it would be hard to explain their relative stances as mere "training" positions.* "Like this?" *He murmured, fully concentrating on the orange globe. He had to, for fear of falling to his knees right then. He tensed slightly, and whacked the cue against the ball with a force derived from his passion to please his lover. The ball seemed to insult him then, teasing against the hole brazenly, and a dull pain whacked at his head. Without knowing why, He did turn in Culgan's arms, and murmured an apology.* "I'm sorry..."

Culgan: You're sorry? Why? That was a very good... Much better than your earlier tries. *He smiled warmly to his lover, wrapping his arms around the redhead's waist. Their little training session had just gotten a interesting turn, as Seed was now facing him... He glanced at the table behind the younger man, then looked at Seed again. //Hmm...// Culgan wasn't someone who acted without thinking first, but the evil thoughts this position gave him were too tempting.* You'll learn. This game isn't really that hard... That is, if you're still interested in playing pool... *He raised his right hand and lifted the redhead's face, then calmly pressed his lips against Seed's.*

Seed: *That same, slow-burning fire from before, enveloped him completely so that even his mind burned. He had slept with Culgan a hundred, no, a thousand times before, and the moments leading up to their love-making had never lost their virginal appeal. He tried to consider his being whipped on Culgan in a logical, sensible way, but it most certainly wasn't. By his own nature, he refused to give in; he never bowed to anyone's whim, let alone give them any kind of control. With Culgan, he had to restrain himself from shoving the reins to his freedom down the older man's throat. Fortunately, he had long ago stopped trying to figure his feelings out; they were much too strong to deny, no matter what conclusion he might eventually arrive at. So...he decided, maybe ten years down the road, when the fire begins to wane, he would trouble at it again. But here they were, six years later, and the passion pressing upon him was as powerful as ever.* "Mmmm..." *His arms flew about Culgan's neck eagerly, and he relaxed into his lover's embrace with an effort that was not lost on the other man. Speaking against the plundering mouth, he whispered, "Oh...I think I still want to play pool...if you get my meaning..."

Culgan: Yes, I know what you meant by that, Seed... *he whispered before grabbing the redhead by the collar and drawing him closer for a more passionate kiss. Deep in his mind, he could guess that Seed had been planning for this for the better part of the evening already. //I know you too well... yet you never cease to surprise me.// Making love here would be interesting, and quite dangerous actually - although the game room was in the private part of the castle and only used by higher-ranking officers or the royalty, it was still a public place. But he knew well enough that there was a only a small chance of anyone walking in on them; if the risk was too great, he would never have started this. //No... no one will interrupt us at this hour...// Seed was responding to the kiss just as passionately as he had expected. He grinned to himself in his mind, pressing the redhead against the pool table while starting to hike up the black shirt the younger man was wearing.*

Seed: *He allowed the commencement of what was so strongly on his mind, relaxing his arms around Culgan's neck so that the removal of his shirt wouldn't be hindered. He pressed flushed skin against the smooth fabric of his older lover's uniform, luxuriating in the feel, as always. It was one of his kinky tendencies; he enjoyed making love while Culgan was fully clothed, as rare as that situation might be. And now, he tried to conform his body to Culgan's completely, to fit himself into every nook and cranny, feeling the growing awareness of his lover's member against his abdomen. "Do you think anyone will interrupt us?" He spoke his question without much concern, although he was very possessive of their relationship himself. If Culgan felt secure enough to manhandle him in here, then all was right with the world. He threw himself into the kiss, accepting Culgan's tongue much like he would soon welcome a more intimate part. He battled with his lover's mouth for dominance, but only because it made their joining more tempestuous. Without even lifting a finger, Culgan had claimed the higher ground long ago, although this fact had never entered in any equation except to make him hotter than he already was. "C'mon...hurry up..." He panted, nipping at Culgan's upper lip gently.*

Culgan: Hurry up? Weren't you just worried about the fact that someone could find us doing this here... *He smiled a bit evilly, throwing the black shirt across the room. He slid his hands lower on the redhead's slender body, stopping to work on the pants.* Hmm, asking me to hurry up again... You should know me better... *He kissed Seed quickly, then knelt down to get the black pants off.* To answer both of your questions... No, I don't think anyone will interrupt us. And no, I'm not going to hurry. I like to do it slowly... *He grinned, stripping the younger man from the rest of his clothing. Then he stopped for a second to admire the figure in front of him. //You're beautiful, my love...// He glanced up, smirking. The look on the redhead's face was already getting impatient.* Alright. I might as well hurry up... a bit. *He kissed Seed's thighs, then took tip of the half-erected member to his mouth, starting to suck gently.*

Seed: *He resisted the temptation to raise himself up onto the pool table, and was glad he had done so. With rare speed, Culgan had already attacked his gender, and was now teasing at it skillfully. Completely naked and defenseless, his back ground against the table mercilessly as his fingers gripped the wooden edges for support. When he realized that his lover was going to sit there all day, content to nibble at the tip of his member like a kid with a toy, he shot one hand out and twined long fingers in Culgan's short, silver hair. "You're killing me, damn you..." When Culgan gave no response, he used every ounce of willpower in his body to disengage from his seemingly amused lover. He propped himself up onto the table and draped one long leg over Culgan's shoulder, a dangerous red glint coming into his eyes. "Quit torturing me, old man. Or do you need an aphrodisiac to get going?" The one and only thing that never failed to irritate Culgan was his teasing about the older man's age or virility. His falling back on that old joke was never intended as anything more than a warning; either Culgan got moving, or he got the full brunt of Seed's temper. Interestingly enough, it seemed that Culgan was yearning towards the latter tonight. He would not be disappointed...*

Culgan: *He smiled to the redhead, amused, as always. He liked Seed's temper - the redhead always wanted to do this fast, while he preferred to take his time to do it. And he usually got his way; in the end, Seed would have to give up. He raised his face to look at his lover's eyes.* Hmm. That's getting really old, Seed. Can't you think of anything new? And I am only three years older than you. Now. If you want me to start doing something, stop interrupting me all the time... *He grinned a bit, returning his attention to his lover's hard member. This time, he took the whole length to his mouth, while moving his right hand to caress the younger man's inner thighs. Slowly, he let his hand slide upwards, caressing the smooth skin, then finally stopping between the curved buttocks. Knowing how impatient the redhead already was, he carefully pressed two fingers against the small entrance, then slid them in.*

Seed: *//That's a new one// Seed thought approvingly, as he was forced back on his feet. And then, heat engulfing him again, torturous warmth that caressed him from the waist on down. He visualized shoving himself down his lover's throat, then squirreling his way inside Culgan completely and never coming out. Sex always made him more aggressive than usual, since he could no more control his response to it any more than he could control Culgan. It made him hyper and sometimes violent, and he wanted it over as soon as possible so that he could regain his senses. On rare occasions, it occurred to him that he used sex as a pacifier--he always felt more clear-headed and vibrant after a good roll in the hay. This was unacceptable to his stubborn lover, and the man would drag out love-making for more than 30 minutes at a time. He reflected that he did more begging and praying during sex than he'd ever done as a deity-fearing child. He arched as the fingers entered his body, muscles fluttering about the welcome invader, curious but not at all unfamiliar with the sensation. He wanted to lay down and draw Culgan atop him, inside of him, losing the typical bit of fire as those fingers began their invasion. He kneaded the beautiful silver hair again, a tad more gently than last time, the exquisite feeling of being taken from both sides removing his senses. When the pulsing sensations began, he removed one hand to again grip at the pool table, his breaths becoming shallow and panting.*

Culgan: *He knew his lover too well, and could tell Seed was already about to release. It didn't bother him; he actually found the fact that Seed could do it several times during their love-making very enjoyable. He listened to his lover's shallow breathing, and would've smiled to himself if he could. //So close already, my dear...// He continued fondling the younger man, pressing his fingers deep, knowing exactly how to please his lover. Seed's little comment about him being an old man was really getting too old - he was very much ready himself, and would have had no trouble just taking the redhead right now, but he liked to do this slow and calm, much like everything he ever did. And he enjoyed it more this way - he loved the fact that he was driving his hot-blooded lover insane.*

Seed: *The moments before release were always the same, and the worst part of it was that he never knew how many times in one night he'd have to experience them. The actual orgasm was almost unremarkable, for it blew him so far out of his mind that he hardly remembered a thing. Even though he was always tired by the end of it all, and feeling the usual void, he was hardly exhausted. He felt as if he could take on Luca Blight after those brief post-coital tremors left him. He would never tell Culgan that; the man had enough marks on his belt as it was. He moaned, wishing he could bite Culgan's shoulder and screw himself down onto what was being cruelly withheld at the moment. //Patience...// And then he could handle it no longer, and sagged downwards after a brief rigidity overcame him, biting his lip cruelly to still the verbal rush of pleasure. He didn't see stars or twinkling lights...he saw galaxies, and they collapsed in on him until he floated in the center of a white hot nova. Then he was in Culgan's arms, awareness reminding him that while he may be tapped out just then, Culgan certainly wasn't. Another thought, more sneaky and secretive, suggested that his strategical lover, knowing his penchant for verbalizing his pleasure, had chosen to screw him in a unlocked game room. He considered this as some sort of revenge for the "age-related" remarks, as he licked blood from his wounded bottom lip.*

Culgan: *He waited until his lover had fully released, then let go of him. He withdrew his fingers and stood up, looking at the younger man's face.* You call me an old man, but you're the one who's always so exhausted after this? Hmm. *He drew the redhead closer and wrapped his arm around the naked form, smiling gently. Seed was trembling a bit, probably feeling weak after the release. He kissed his lover shortly, tasting the blood on his lips.* Well. Seems that you're ready to pass out... should I just stop? I really don't think you're up to this... *He grinned to himself, knowing too well that Seed would never give up. He caressed the younger man's back softly, letting his right hand slide down to his lover's waist.*

Seed: *Completely boneless, he lay in Culgan's grip like a doll. He certainly couldn't stand on his own. He felt extremely wet and satisfied, and would have been content to stand like that forever. He snickered tiredly at Culgan's jest, realizing that for once, he had a secret his lover didn't know of. //Exhausted? Hardly...I feel so powerful...// He remained quiet though, jerking only when the older man threatened to stop what he was doing. "You're an asshole..." A stupid grin had surfaced on his face, and the words were spoken in a half-jest. Culgan was the only man he knew who admitted to being able to walk away from a sure sexual encounter. //One day, I'll make him beg// Ready to laugh at his own far-fetched fantasy, he rubbed against his still-clothed lover, grinding against him. "Mmmm....maybe you're just too lazy to get undressed..." He nipped at Culgan's jawline, feeling remarkably horny. "C'mon...don't make me throw you down on the floor, you stubborn bastard..."*

Culgan: Too lazy? Oh yes... Or maybe I just like holding you like this... *He smiled, holding the younger man tightly. Part of what he said was true; he actually did like holding his lover's naked form against himself while being fully dressed. Standing here like this made Seed feel so vulnerable... He knew very well that it was far from the truth, but it was still a fun thought.* Throw me to the floor. I don't think you're capable of doing that, Seed. Besides, I was just planning on throwing you on the pool table and continuing an unfinished business... *His voice was calm, as always. Before the redhead had a chance to reply or resist, he pressed him against the table and pushed him down.*

Seed: *He was suddenly forced into a position that left only his legs dangling from the pool table. It was damned uncomfortable, but he would at least be able to kick his grinning sweetheart in the stomach if he pleased.* "Sigh..." *A dramatic heave of breath, and he stared at the ceiling as if it held the secret to their lord's insanity. He considered that perhaps all Luca Blight needed was a good screw, and wondered what his solemn lover would do if he broached a sexual interest in "taming" Lord Luca. //Probably stare at me without expression, and walk away// Suddenly furious, he did lash out, his temper as violent and unexpected as ever. He kicked Culgan and hard as he could, given his position, unfurling from the table like a python and pouncing on his silver-haired lover. He didn't know why he was suddenly so pissed off, but it seemed important that he take as much of his disorganized sexual frustration out on Culgan.*

Culgan: *The kick surprised him, and he stumbled back a few steps. He saw the fire flashing in his lover's eyes; it was actually nothing new. Seed could get very unpredictable sometimes. It didn't matter - he saw the attack coming and caught the redhead in his arms, capturing his wrists and throwing him down to the floor.* Feeling like fighting again, eh. That's enough. Calm down now, Seed... Enough, I said. Stop it.* He pressed Seed down, holding him tightly against the carpeted floor. He was a bit stronger than his lover, but to make sure that the hot-blooded man would stay still, he lay down on top of him. //Interesting situation, my dear... Heh.// He couldn't hide his smile, as Seed was now on the floor, under him, still naked...*

Seed: "Get off me, you lunatic!" *He struggled, snapped, and spit at Culgan, but the damnable man wouldn't release his hellacious grip upon him. He suddenly realized how tight Culgan was holding his wrists, and he sagged to the floor, playing possum. Nothing...just the cruel hold on him, the amused voice, and the grin. Without knowing what his own intentions were, he lifted his back from the floor, arching a bit past his manacled wrists, and kissed his lover violently. He wanted to curse out a thousand vulgarities, but in the end, he just wanted Culgan to violate him; wanted him to feel the heat of their joining like he did. //How does he stay so controlled?// The question was a screaming one, but he didn't trust himself to inquire on the great mystery of General Culgan. He was afraid he'd scream so loud, people would come running and see them like this. Instead, he allowed one long leg to draw itself up over his lover's thigh and rub incessantly, daring him to take up the challenge in his eyes.*

Culgan: *He smiled, letting go of Seed's wrists. He pressed the redhead back against the floor, leaning down to kiss him passionately. He slipped his right hand under the younger man's neck, continuing to kiss him, while starting to work with his black coat. He actually didn't mind making love to Seed while being dressed himself, but he also didn't want to stain his clothes. //Besides, I miss feeling your soft skin against mine...// He got most of the coat off and pushed it aside. He was still wearing a white shirt, but it didn't matter that much... He proceeded to work with his pants, while still keeping the redhead captured under the hot kisses.*

Seed: //Finally...// *He met Culgan's lips eagerly, the kisses insistent and undeniable, the body strong and demanding against his own. Culgan didn't talk much during foreplay, and that intense silence excited him. In all honesty, he had to struggle to recall anything about Culgan that he didn't like. //His complete and utter control// Take the shirt for instance...the bleached clarity of its color blinded him, and his lover simply couldn't get naked fast enough to please him. He was becoming hyper again, so he directed his impatience at the shirt itself, knowing it would irritate Culgan regardless.* "Off...offff..." *A sibilant hiss, and he tore the shirt open by yanking it backwards, holding the neck so that the buttons would tear off as the shirt was pulled past his hand. They pattered and bounced against his stomach like coins, but he barely noticed. His leg drew up against Culgan and wrapped about the thigh again, and he only briefly paused to eye the magnificent and now-revealed expanse of chest before breaking the kiss to rub his flushed face against it.*

Culgan: *He shook his head, smiling to himself. //Well... I didn't actually expect you to do anything less, but...// He was a bit annoyed, but that really wasn't the first shirt he had lost because of Seed. //And won't be the last, I guess.// The room wasn't cold, so he didn't mind getting undressed... besides, it wouldn't have mattered if it was cold, as they wouldn't have noticed. Now that he'd gotten rid of the troubling clothes, he returned to caress the redhead's skin, sliding his hands down the younger man's body. Then he stopped to finish the work with his pants, freeing his member. He knew Seed was ready enough - and getting very impatient, anyway - so he proceeded to nudge the redhead's legs apart a bit more, then pressed in carefully. He knew he never hurt Seed, but being careful was a part of his nature.*

Seed: *His attempts to aggravate ice-cold General Culgan must have worked, for the next thing he knew, his lover was very much inside of him. It normally didn't hurt in the least, and he barely remembered what it was like to anticipate the initial flare of pain, as well as experience it. What never changed was the unavoidable sensation of fullness, of his body clenching about Culgan's member as it struggled to push the invader out. This time, however, only one sensation overcame his physical being, and he arched forward painfully, clutching at the pale shoulders above him, nails digging in with brutal ferocity. The sensation transformed itself into a verbal shriek, and he bit down upon that same shoulder in an attempt to still its escape. In his impatience, and Culgan's desire to please him, his only preparation was his lover's gentle fingers relaxing his tract, and a small amount of his own body fluids. And that, he thought, was probably why Culgan had taken so damned long before getting down to business. So here he lay, in hellacious pain, and he wondered if it hurt Culgan as well. He panted, willing himself to calm down; there would be a small amount of blood, but hadn't he asked for it? He only hoped Culgan was expecting this response as well...*

Culgan: *He knew very well he was hurting Seed - he could also feel it in his lover's response. But he didn't have much choice, as Seed was always too impatient to get to this point, and he didn't have enough time to prepare his lover properly. //Damn you, Seed... I'm not exactly dragging a bottle of oil everywhere we go, you know.// It hurt him a bit too, feeling the tight pressure around his member. But no way he was going to stop now - for Seed really had asked for this. Besides this would nicely serve as a punishment for being too hot-blooded once again. He didn't want to hurt his lover too much, so he continued slowly, pressing himself against his lover carefully.*

Seed: *It seemed as if the pain had a mind of its own, and decided to make itself at home from the waist down. He perceived that it had invited its friends over, and was having a tea party complete with a bonfire that burned his entire groin area. He struggled to control his body's reaction to it, especially his brain's screeching demand to push the invader away, and run like hell. After what seemed like hours, a more welcome and quite familiar feeling of being filled overtook him. He panted against his lover, a slight sheen of perspiration on his brow, knowing that the other man was paying with bruises of his own. With that thought, he let up on his brutal hold of Culgan's shoulder, seeing that his nails had drawn blood there as well. Carefully, he eased backwards, opening himself up fully, concentrating only on the feel of his lover's body against him. Right now, there was no joy, only calculation and sensation. He swallowed once and breathed out a single quiet sigh, closing his eyes and accommodating to the heaviness within his body. Culgan was fully inside him now, but remained still. With a small nudge of his lower body, he signaled his readiness to continue.*

Culgan: Hmm? Feeling better now? *he whispered, smiling gently. He did want to punish Seed at least a bit, but it wasn't his style to hurt his lover, so he wanted to make sure that the redhead was ready now. He noticed the slight pain on his shoulder, but didn't bother to pay much attention. After all, it was nothing new - Seed was always like that, scratching like a kitten, and at the moment he couldn't remember when was the last time he'd made love to Seed without getting his shoulders or back damaged. He kissed the younger man gently, waiting a bit longer before he started to move, thrusting inside his lover carefully.*

Seed: *When the gentle motion of their lovemaking commenced, he sighed contentedly, noting with satisfaction that the pleasure was beginning to outweigh the pain. Quiet mews escaped his slightly parted lips, and he squirmed, legs lifting up to cradle about his lover's body. He offered a half-smile, to signify his acceptance of the punishment and his victory over it, although he wasn't at all sure if Culgan noticed. He focused his mind on little things, the warm smell of his man filling his senses, the feel of the body as he ran his palms down the strong but slender chest, the still-warm area of his groin as it adeptly handled the gentle thrusts of his lover. He purred blissfully, giving in to his body, and releasing what little control he had left over to his very experienced and unsurpassable lover. It was easier that way, since he was, much to Culgan's amused delight, multi-orgasmic. It would be hard to explain why it was so important for him to shift control, but it didn't matter, not really, since only he would understand.* "C...c...culgan..." And then, swept into a realm of visuals, all thought diminished to nothingness as he murmured his lover's name softly.*

Culgan: *He smiled again, mostly to himself as he knew Seed wasn't watching anymore. He loved listening to his lover's voice calling his name. It actually wasn't very much like Seed to whisper someone's name like that - one of the little things he knew that were meant only for him. He kissed the younger man's neck gently, his hands caressing the redhead's soft skin. He continued thrusting in, calmly as always. He knew Seed hated it - his hot-blooded lover wanted to do it quickly. But he was always in control, and there was nothing Seed could do. He breathed slowly, keeping a perfect control over himself while enjoying every part of their lovemaking.*

Seed: *For the first time in a long while, he fell apart. Culgan's slow motions within him were maddening, but he was, as usual, unable to remedy the situation. Culgan was in control, and his only options were to fight or grind up against the other man, demanding...no, begging, pleading, for more. For no reason he could discern, this time was different; it was as if he were with Culgan for the first time again. He stopped his resistance altogether, skin flushing a deeper color than usual, relaxing so completely that he could feel his lover's member gaining ground it had probably only barely made the acquaintance of before. He mewed and threw his head back as he arched, trying to accommodate the depths to which he was being penetrated, thin perspiration showing beneath disarrayed auburn bangs. Sounds escaped his parted lips, soft cries very different from his usually eager and demanding ones. It suddenly seemed very important that he get as close to Culgan as possible, and insomuch as his position allowed, he narrowed their gap and threw his arms around his lover hungrily.*

Culgan: Hmmm? *He looked at his lover, a bit surprised. Seed was usually very aggressive and demanding, but now the redhead just lay still, relaxed and receiving. //That's not like you, Seed... That is surprising, and very interesting...// He could feel Seed's need to be close to him, so he wrapped his arms around his lover, drawing him as close as he could. He kissed the redhead gently, closing his eyes. Suddenly, he just wanted to hold Seed here, forever... But he also felt how they both needed to finish this. He started moving a little faster, a bit amazed by the feeling how perfectly Seed was receiving him. //Well, that's one of the reasons why we're so perfect together, my love...//*

Seed: *He only vaguely noticed that Culgan's speed had picked up. He was completely engrossed in the visuals he often had during their lovemaking, but they were never so vivid as this. //Did I get bonked on the head today?// He wondered idly, vaguely intrigued by his lax but very satisfying position. Lazy...yes...he felt lazy. He could feel the beast rear its somewhat frightening head; that, in between lightning-fast images of them doing it all over L'Renouille Castle, fairly drove him to the edge. He struggled for clarity, but his thoughts were so dazed he could barely hold back the initial spasms. Again...he resisted, but the leash slipped from his fingers, burning them along the way. He was so far gone he could only let the orgasm consume him, shuddering against his lover violently, unable to even voice his pleasure. It was that powerful, and he imagined he looked quite silly right now. Kitten soft cries of indulgence slipped from his mouth, and were voiced into Culgan's neck. A deep sob, and he arched again, knowing that Culgan would soon finish, and that most likely, he would experience another orgasm before that occurred. In preparation for the thing that sometimes brought more pain than pleasure, he dug nails into his lover's firm, strong back.*

Culgan: *He frowned as he felt the slight pain on his back. It hurt a bit, but he was very used to it. And it was nothing new compared to the usual treatment he got from Seed - besides, his shoulder hurt already. //Scratching again, my little kitten...// He smiled at the thought, imagining what Seed would say if he'd ever call the redhead a kitten. //You'd laugh, probably.// He concentrated back on kissing the younger man, and to continue their lovemaking. Seed had just released, and he knew his lover - the redhead would do it again soon, and he had no intention on giving up before that.*

Seed: *Again, pain swallowed him whole, and it was so inseparable from the pleasure that it shattered inside him like a million shards of glass, speeding up his heartbeat until it threatened to burst. He wondered why women bragged about going three or four times a night; this was killing him. He cried out breakingly this time, tightening about Culgan's member before he released, tossing his head to and fro as if denying he could experience so much sensation in a single moment. Without further ado, he slumped to the floor like a rag doll and waited for his lover to finish. He was tired and silent in these post-coital moments, enjoying the feel of Culgan still within in, but moreso, the bliss on his lover's face as he reached his own conclusion.*

Culgan: *He grinned a bit, very pleased as Seed released for the third time. The fact that Seed could come several times made him feel very confident about his skills in making love. He knew he was good at this anyway, but it just made him feel very comfortable. He looked at his lover - Seed was staring at him, eyes half-closed. He smiled calmly, then closed his eyes as he lost control for a short moment when he released. When he opened his eyes, Seed had already fallen asleep. //Hmm. Feeling tired, my love?// He took a deep breath, then pulled himself off and got up, starting to get his clothes back on. His shirt was ruined, but it didn't matter. He picked up Seed's clothes, carefully wrapping the white and red uniform jacket around his sleeping lover. Then he picked up the redhead gently, smiling to himself as he left the game room, heading for his quarters.*