Seed: *His first reaction was typical - to put his fist through Culgan's smirking face. Not that you could tell if he was smirking; the orders came off as emotionless as always. It was just a perception he had, that Culgan was amused by his plight. As was also typical, he did not act upon that impulse, instead grinding his teeth together with the fury of a scorned harpie. //Gods I'm bored...damn him!// The silver-haired Colonel knew he hated guard duty, and here he was, playing watch-dog for the emptiest area in the castle. It sat in idiot silence, indifferent, just as it had for as long as he could remember. He certainly had no idea what he'd done to piss the old man off; he'd have rather scrubbed out all the toilets in L'Renouille than rot here. Bouncing from one foot to the other, he mulled over how to get back at Culgan, knowing his options were limited. //Hmmph...// Collapsing into a sulking position, he drew his knees up and buried his face in his crossed arms. Silently, he ranted and raged, wishing he could fall asleep. Now that would piss Culgan off, wouldn't it? //He hates disobedience...// Suddenly not caring in the least, he closed his eyes and visualized dark thoughts about his superior officer.*

Culgan: *He crossed the empty yard silently, only stopping to glance around for a second. It was late in the evening already, but as a high-ranking officer, he still had a lot of things to do today. //But those can wait for a few more minutes...// He was heading for his office, but couldn't resist the idea of checking how few of his men guarding this area were doing. //Especially one of them.// He smiled a bit, thinking of his red-headed lover. Seed was surely pissed off for being ordered to guard duty here... //Sorry, my dear. But someone has to do it, and you certainly aren't the only one who's not satisfied with the orders... But commanding the others here doesn't give me this much pleasure.// He stopped to talk with one of his men, then continued across the place, to the area where Seed was. He wasn't really surprised to find the redhead not doing what he was supposed to do. He stopped next to the younger man, smiling a bit evilly. Then he just looked calm, frowning a little.* So, that is your idea of doing your work here, Captain?

Seed: *The voice grated at his nerves, inviting a deeper hostility to breed itself within his vengeful fantasies. With extreme prejudice, he ignored the looming shadow, unwilling to recognize its presence. He imagined that either a grin or a frown was gracing his superior officer's face, however disinterested he was in seeing it. Instead, he let his head relax into his arms completely, knowing his lack of response would infuriate the icy-veined colonel. //What's he going to do? Spank me?// Knowing that his oft emotionless lover would, as usual, just frown and calmly chastise him, sparked his passive disobedience. He suddenly wondered which was more boring-the guard duty, or his lover.*

Culgan: Hmm? Captain Seed. *His eyes studied the younger man for a moment. The redhead surely wasn't sleeping, so what was he up to? //Definitely trying to annoy me.// He stood there for some more time, then shook his head.* Enough sleeping, Captain. Get up. *He couldn't help smiling a bit. //Ah... since you're not obeying, and you're ignoring orders, my duty as a superior officer is to punish you. That should be interesting...// He already had a few ideas for a suitable punishment. Actually, his idea was nothing that would seem special to outsiders, as whipping was a common punishment. //But what makes you think I'd settle just for that...// He smiled evilly, then leaned down, picking the younger man by the collar and forced him to get up.* I said enough. Aren't you listening to me, Captain? That kind of attitude will get you in trouble.

Seed: "Hey!" *He blinked a few times, surprised at the action his usually calm lover had taken. It generally took him several hours, over the course of a day, to get such a reaction from the older man. Even then, he usually failed to provoke Culgan, so this behavior was quite unprecedented. He couldn't decide on Culgan's mood; it seemed to waver between good humor and irritation. No matter; it certainly carried no weight for him, for he did not fear his lover, and never would.* "Trouble? With you?" *He gave an airy exhalation of disbelief, feigning annoyance at being disturbed.* "And take your hands off me. I'm choking to death." *Wine-brown eyes flashing with mock anger, he pushed Culgan away from him and composed his uniform neatly. His earlier thoughts returned to him, and again, he prepared himself for a shriveling glare, or something likewise, surely as boring as all of his lover's other "disciplinary" measures.*

Culgan: *Looking calm as usual, he gave Seed an "official" glare, frowning a bit. Under his calculated appearance, he was actually feeling very amused. //And a bit evil, as I have a few ideas what I'm going to do with you.// He looked at the younger officer coldly.* Is that a way to talk to your superiors, Captain? I think not. And you were obviously sleeping. On duty. That's not appropriate behavior for an officer who's on duty. What do you think I should do to you, Captain? This will not look good on your papers, if I choose to report it... *He actually had to keep himself from smiling evilly, as that's what he wanted to do. He knew too well how much his "superior officer" attitude annoyed the younger man, especially since they were lovers, and despite of being in a public place, he usually didn't act like this around Seed. But this time he was too interested in the reply he'd get. //I'm sure you find this very annoying. And I can guess your response... That will give me another reason to punish you.// *

Seed: *Having no clue about what was circling in his lover's mind, he frowned at the older man darkly. He knew something was up; his intense companion rarely spoke more than two sentences at a time, to him or to anyone, which suited him just fine. Debate was not his long suit.* "I've never heard so much crap coming from you, and in under 10 seconds, no less. Feeling chatty today?" *Culgan's face was ominous, but there was a morbid glee there that he'd never seen before, a dichotomy that, like the idea of pleasure/pain, intrigued him. That alien look should have given him pause, but he ignored his instincts, a common occurrence when he was around Culgan.* "You must really get off on sticking me with these shitty jobs, just so you can parade your title before me. And whatever you choose to do to me, I'm sure it will be as thrilling and as wonderful as your company." *With that, he again dropped to a sitting position, discarding Culgan as if he were no more than a common grunt.*

Culgan: *He gave the younger man a cold stare. He didn't have too much trouble in trying to look stern, but he was still almost having trouble keeping himself from smiling. Seed acted exactly like he had expected. The idea of the young captain not behaving orders bothered him a bit, but it was partly his own fault. //Still, a soldier is expected to follow orders, no matter how boring or unpleasant those orders are... So. I have every right to punish you. That'll be my pleasure, dear...// He shook his head.* Captain Seed. You really seem to have the wrong idea of me. But that's enough. I can't let you get away with that without a proper punishment. Get up, and follow. *There was always the possibility that someone might see then talking, so he couldn't change the way he talked now. And it didn't matter, really, since this was working too well in making Seed angry...And he knew that in the end, the redhead would have to cooperate.*

Seed: *He remained seated, stewing in his frustration. As usual, the insults did not phase the older man. That was what really pissed him off; he didn't know if Culgan heard him, and if he did, what effect it may or may not have had on the man. He couldn't read minds, and his lover's lack of emotional response fired his temper. Had he been more prone to self-reflection, he might've recognized his reaction as being based on fear, not anger. //Does he even give a shit about me?// A question asked for the hundredth time, unrecognized terror that the handsome, cultured, intelligent, mature Colonel might not feel as strongly as he did. They were so opposite in everything, it was a wonder they'd stayed together as long as they had. He dealt poorly with such fears, recognized no matter how subconscious they were, and strove to hide them in flippancy, inconsistencies, and disrespect. And now, another flat-toned order, as curiously given as this whole ridiculous encounter.* "Wha? Go fuck yourself. I'm occupied."*

Culgan: Can't do that, Captain. I gave you a direct order, and you chose to ignore it. *He picked the younger man up by the collar again, forcing him to his feet. Then, without warning, he slapped him hard.* As a higher-ranking officer, I expect some respect from my men. So better think twice before talking. Now. I told you to follow. *Since he didn't expect the redhead to obey that order without questions, he let go of the white-red coat's collar, grabbed the younger man by the left upper arm and dragged the redhead with him across the area. Seed tried to resist of course, but as they got to a more public corridor, he let go of him and glanced him angrily.* We're going to my office, where you will receive your punishment, Captain. *He couldn't keep the evil smile off his face anymore as he looked at his lover. He lowered his voice a bit.* And Seed... better just follow, and not make a scene here. You probably don't want nasty rumors circling around... I don't care, but I got to think about you...

Seed: *His eyes widened in comical surprise, but he allowed himself to be hauled across the empty courtyard after initially digging his feet into the dirt. His mind barely registered the slap, although the rest of him certainly did. He had never seen his lover so amused and upset at the same time, let alone known him to react so uncharacteristically. //Just what is on his mind?// He stayed silent, his unhappiness deepening at the comment about rumors. //Like I give a damn// Maybe his more political lover did, and his lips pursed disagreeably. They had never truly talked about their relationship, especially the secrecy of it. Pushing aside unverifiable suspicions, he glared at the smile on Culgan's face.* "Punishment? You're kidding, right?" *They'd played this game before, but never had he seen the older man truly enjoy it. He'd always had to push for the violence in their sexual activities; the look on his lover's face told him he didn't have to force it this time. Feeling incredibly stupid, he murmured an assent, his mind whirling with curiosity, fear, anger, arousal, and confusion.* "Fine... lead the way..."

Culgan: *He nodded, then continued along the corridors towards his office. He couldn't help smiling, as Seed was clearly in the game now. //Just you wait... I have a few evil ideas for this...// He shortly greeted a few officers as the walked by, not giving much thought to what they might be thinking about the redhead following him like this. He wasn't sure if Seed cared for any rumors. He'd heard a few, but didn't actually care himself. Rumors were only rumors, after all... and he'd heard worse than some random chitchat about the redhead and himself. //I don't care... They can talk all they want.// Stopping by the door to his office, he turned to look at the younger man, still smiling.* Here we are... Now. As a superior officer, I expect you to do what your told to do. *He opened the door, stepped in and waited for the younger man to enter, then silently locked it. //Rumors or not, I don't want anyone interrupting this...// He grinned a bit, then removed his black and white coat and threw it on the couch he had in the office.* Let's see now... *He walked to the rack beside the door and took the whip which was hanging there.*

Seed: *If anyone had been watching him now, they would've been in for a rare sight; shock, an emotion he was passingly familiar with, blanketed his features like a heavy snow. Even if he could barely register what the silver-haired Colonel was doing, it was very clear what he was holding in his hands. His stomach fluttered, not yet comprehending this turn of events, let alone his lover's intentions. Wine-brown eyes widened after several rapid blinks, and he was comically surprised to find himself backing away. //Is this why he was grinning so perversely?// He honestly didn't know what to assume, feeling the familiar danger/thrill run throughout his body, centering upon his groin. It was so powerful it nauseated him, tightening his nerves unpleasantly. The coat cast aside, his confusion doubled. //Maybe he's just going to tie me up with it...// Heart racing, he stood like a deer, ready to run at the slightest provocation. //Maybe...oh...// Those cursed fantasies gripped him, and he was suddenly unsure of everything. Not trusting himself to speak, he stood unmoving, statuesque and fragile in appearance, waiting for Culgan to laugh at what would obviously turn out to be a joke.*

Culgan: *The redhead's actions amused him greatly. He didn't remember the last time he'd been able to surprise his lover like this. He could tell that the younger man wasn't scared, but... //Oh, you should be...// He never acted without thinking first, and that wasn't the case this time, either. He'd had enough time to think while lecturing to Seed about ignoring duties earlier, and by now he had everything carefully planned. He was almost surprised by his own evilness. //Well, I sure didn't know I could have such ideas... But I'm not going to miss this chance...// He smiled, not letting the wicked thoughts show on his face too much.* Alright, let's get to the point then, Captain. Turn to face the desk and take off your clothes. I don't have the whole evening here. *Actually, that was the truth, as he had some papers on his desk waiting to be checked. //But those can wait now. I have more important things to take care of...// He waited for Seed to react to his order, still smiling calmly. He wasn't sure if the redhead would obey, but guessed that he probably would - and probably not because of being a lower-ranking officer, but out of curiosity.*

Seed: *His pseudo-fears confirmed, he took several more unwilling steps backward, feeling the doorknob bite into his lower back like an angry dog. His mouth tried to release some sort of communication, but his thoughts were so jumbled his lips couldn't seem to make sense of the necessary words. Unconsciously, his eyes dropped to the item in Culgan's hand; it looked as cruel as the humor in his lover's eyes. //Is he really going...// Still saying nothing, unable to move, his hand slid behind his back to reach for the knob. //What am I doing? This is what I've always wanted, isn't it?// The problem, however, was that his lover seemed amused, not angry. And he had done nothing to provoke this kind of reaction. The confusion was what scared him, not the whip. His basest instincts picked up a powerful wave of sexuality from his companion, darker than what he'd felt in their previous encounters, instantly exciting him in a vaguely frightening way. His hand dropped more from need than from want, knowing what his body wanted even if his mind did not. Close-mouthed, he approached his silver-haired superior officer demurely, already falling into a role he'd die to keep between them.*

Culgan: Hmm? I'm waiting... *He watched his lover, not sure what to think about Seed's reaction now. //Is he scared? I don't think so. Confused, more likely. That was actually expected...// Since he'd never acted like this before, he knew that his intentions were very hard to read, and his lover wasn't too good in reading him anyway. He shook his head, folding his arms.* I said I don't have the whole evening, Captain. So get on with it. *He wondered a bit what would it feel like hitting Seed. He'd never actually used a whip on his red-haired lover, and he never acted violently. It just wasn't like him. But he had this planned, and it was too late to stop now. //Besides, I'm not going to hit you that many times... I have other things in mind.// He grinned a bit, waiting for the younger man to do something.*

Seed: "My clothes...all of them?" *His voice was barely a whisper, seeing no salvation in those ice-blue eyes. His hands moved towards his uniform, pausing there nervously, his mind unwilling to reduce him to a lump of putty to be used and manipulated by his lover, no matter what his body wanted. He looked into Culgan's face the entire time, not once dropping his gaze, hypnotized. //So this is trust...no...this is...power// Breathing proved to be a difficult task, and his body temperature seemed to waver between impossible degrees of hot and cold with little effort. His psyche ultimately demanded that he submit and so he did, slender fingers clumsily removing his uniform. He felt nude even with his clothes on, defenseless. He realized he'd been holding his breath and released it, hands wrapping about his bare arms briefly before attending to the removal of his sleeveless shirt. His pants quickly joined the rest of his clothes, scattered on the floor without care for their well-being. Now he couldn't move, although he wavered slightly as if he were a snake under an evil charm. Completely undone at that moment, he stared at Culgan with idiot indifference.*

Culgan: *He watched the younger man undress himself, grinning a bit. He knew that the power that made his lover obey didn't come from him being the superior officer - it was something deeper, a power he had over his younger lover. //Ah, such a beautiful body...// Seed's slender frame never ceased to please his eyes, and he liked just watching the redhead. He stood still and just watched, then nodded approvingly.* Good. Now... *He circled behind the younger man, still admiring Seed's body. He couldn't resist touching the soft skin on his lover's shoulder, so he drew his fingers across the redhead's back teasingly before taking a few steps farther away.* Now. Lean against the desk if you have to... But there is no reason for you to be unprepared, so I'm warning you now. Shall we start? *He raised the whip, then stopped for a moment. //I don't want to hurt you... but...// He smiled evilly, then hit. The first hit was light, and he carefully calculated how much power he should use for the next one. In any case, he didn't want Seed to bleed.*

Seed: *At the touch upon his skin, he shuddered to full awareness, his chilled body soaking in the warmth of that teasing hand. He vaguely picked up on Culgan's words, knowing only that he was actually going to allow this to take place. Absurdity struck him; if anyone else had requested his nudity upon a whipping...and he was rather familiar with that specific punishment...he would've allowed it and plotted the person's death during the ordeal. He had no such thoughts now, and his love for the older man seemed a poor excuse for letting himself get beaten like this. It made no sense. He knew women who followed similar sexual patterns as he did, but their fathers had usually been demanding and abusive. He was an orphan peasant with no excuse. //Sigh...// The handsome face and form circled him and he made no effort to move when the weapon was raised. Thinking then about his more tender parts, he turned to face the desk, concentrating less on the contents than on his sanity. //????// He refused to clench his fists, relaxing and hoping his lover was getting a good view. There came a flinch, a tickle that nipped at his back, and he couldn't help smiling briefly. What finally stunned him was that he'd been expecting a full-blown assault, and now that it seemed unlikely, he was disappointed.*

Culgan: *From Seed's reaction, he could see that the first blow really didn't hurt that much. //Good... Well then, let's see how you'll take this one.// He raised the whip again, stopping to think for a second, eyes carefully studying the faint mark the whip had left on the redhead's back. Then he hit, using a bit more force than the last time. The lash crossed perfectly the mark from the first hit, leaving another reddish line on the young captain's back. He smiled to himself; for some weird reason, he was very much enjoying this. //A few more hits, then we'll see...// He raised the whip for the third time, delivering the next hit just as perfectly as the previous one. Again, he used more power. Then he stopped before the forth hit. //This one will hurt. But, I don't want to draw blood, so...// Carefully considering the strength needed, he hit, then lowered the weapon, stopping to look at his lover for a while.*

Seed: *The second blow rocked him forwards, but the strength behind it was calculated in its use of force. He was profoundly grateful, squeezing his eyes shut until the initial wave of pain abandoned him. His lover was rather skilled at this; most people, especially his superior officers, used a whip as if it were nothing more than a length of rawhide meant to scar and tear. Lost in these considerations, he was unprepared for the third blow. The whistling snap made him tense; not from a fear of pain anymore, but from the effort he was expelling in order to contain his extremely excited state. If he let go for even a second, he'd release where he stood...and he'd *never* give Culgan that satisfaction. //I am enjoying this...// He shivered, feeling silence behind him, considering eyes that filled him with warmth. A typical purr escaped his throat and when the fourth blow made contact, he thought of his lover doing this to other disobedient soldiers. He had no reason for visualizing this, but it was enough to still the raging heat around his groin. He gritted his teeth, a dull wave of hateful jealousy bringing with it an alien word he finally recognized as obsession. //MINE// *

Culgan: *He shook his head, smiling. //You're really enjoying this, aren't you. Well, can't say I didn't expect that.// He knew well about Seed's little obsession about provoking him to lose control while they made love. His lover hated the fact that he stayed calm whatever happened, and would've wanted him to lose that calmness. And he never did. Right now, he was just as calm as always, even thought his feelings weren't even close to normal. He enjoyed this, probably just as much as his lover did. //Control... hmm.// Just for that feeling of control, he raised the whip one more time and hit, this time leaving a red mark on the younger man's shoulder. Then he stepped closer, grinning to himself. He drew his fingers across the redhead's back, following the mark the forth hit had left. His lover's soft skin burned under his fingers. //Now... for the next part...// He leaned closer, kissing the side of the redhead's neck.* How about you lean against the desk now and spread your legs a little... *He whispered with a seducing tone, stopping his hand on the younger man's waist.*

Seed: *Swooning visibly, he recovered from the unexpected final blow with more grace then he'd have given himself credit for. It was, however, painful enough to dissipate his groundless jealousy. His entire body was sore, more from the tension he himself had placed upon it than from the use of the whip. He was also somewhat uncomfortable in his super-aroused state. When he felt his lover's strong hands caressing his back, he gripped the desk for support, moaning at the intimate assault upon his senses. He breathed in his lover's words, turning his face slightly to feel the whispering lips against his flushed cheek. //I've never seen him like this// Had they been separated by a million miles of empty desert at this point, he'd have felt the power of Culgan's seduction. Literally insane with the need that his lover's words promised to provide him, he readily obeyed the gentle command and assumed a more provocative position.*

Culgan: *He stepped away from his lover for a moment, stopping directly behind him to admire the sight. //My my... Very interesting.// He smiled, eyes studying every inch of his lover's skin.* Very nice... *He finally turned away for a while, taking the few required steps to reach his black and white coat that was lying on the coach. He removed a certain item from the pocket, then let the coat fall back to the coach. He glanced at his lover shortly, then at the item he was holding. //We need some oil here...// He opened the small bottle, rubbed some of the contents to his hands and placed the bottle on the desk, knowing that the item caught Seed's attention instantly. //Heh...// He was still holding the whip in his right hand, so he let the lash drop to the floor, before raising his hand to caress the redhead's shoulder. He drew the whip's line over the younger man's back slowly, teasing a bit. He grinned, slipping his left hand down between his lover's buttocks and carefully pressed two fingers in.*

Seed: *He shivered at the loss of contact, frowning in displeasure.* //He certainly doesn't mean to withhold his attentions as further punishment, does he?// *He made a frustrated sound and made as if to turn around, hearing his lover rustling at the discarded clothes.* //If that man leaves me here like this, I swear by Highland I'll rape him myself, even if I have to be hypnotized to do it.// *The thought of dominating Culgan relaxed him with the humorous visualizations it rendered, and then he noted the small bottle being placed upon the desk. He sighed, relaxing further, wishing his member would stop screaming at him to be attended to. Never any good at discipline, he nearly sagged to the floor when he felt the fingers invade his super-sensitive body. //I don't care about the prep...just...take me...// *He squirmed, daring his body to reject the invasion, leaning forward as the will to resist left him. The thought of having sex bent over his lover's desk intrigued him, but he wondered if he'd have the strength to support himself in that position. By now, he was fully enraptured by Culgan's unexpected change in behavior, witnessing a show of aggression he hoped to become more and more familiar with. Impatient, he wished his lover would get rid of the damned whip and get on with it.*

Culgan: *His eyes studied his lover closely. He was very pleased in what he saw. //Ah, if being a little evil really turns you on like this, my love, then I'd guess I'll have to be evil more often.// This was a bit different from his normal calm behavior, but he enjoyed it a lot. He did have control over the younger man whenever they made love, but this control was more than just that. He leaned closer to kiss the redhead shortly, while drawing his right hand, still holding the whip, across his lover's chest. //Feeling annoyed yet, dear? I'd guess so...// Then he pressed his fingers deep one last time before removing them and stepping back. He grinned evilly and took the bottle from the desk. //I don't think you have any idea what will happen now, my dear...// Standing directly behind the younger man so that his actions couldn't be seen, he took some oil and carefully added it on the whip's handle. //I don't want to hurt you, so that's why you're well prepared...// He returned the bottle to the table, then took the whip on his left hand, holding it by the upper end of the handle, the lash neatly folded. He moved closer to the younger man and slipped his right hand to caress his lover's so far neglected member, while pressing the whip's handle against redhead's entrance, then carefully pushed the tip in.*

Seed: //What is up with him and that damned whip?// *He squirmed under his lover's ministrations, annoyed by the slowness of the sex-play and suddenly suspicious of Culgan's intentions. When the hand traced a ticklish line across his chest, he was provoked even further, the kiss adding to his sexual frustration. The control he had struggled to maintain fled him when his partner's hand touched his member. He wiggled a bit, trying to get as much pleasure from it as he could, realizing then that the fingers had exited his body. Eyes fluttering closed, he anticipated a much more desirable item taking its place. Unfortunately, the item that was seeking entrance into his body was not familiar, and the glazed expression on his face turned into one of shock. He emitted an uncontrollable squeal, realizing what that object was, and tried to pull away from the alien thing. He hissed in a breath, his body not as accommodating as he'd have liked it to be, the initial pain more sharp than usual. Unfortunately, being pressed between Culgan and the cursed desk, he could not get away. It was interesting that his lover had only succeeded in training him to watch his language; Culgan disliked graphic swearing and any word that could be expressed in a cleaner, more appropriate way. Right now, he released the most horrible string of profanity he could muster up, directing most of it at his lover's morality, ethics, choice of lifestyle, and family.*

Culgan: *He couldn't stop himself from laughing. //Surprised you, didn't I, dear?// He smiled evilly, looking at his lover's wine-brown eyes that were glaring at him angrily.* What, you thought I was done with your punishment already? Guess again... *He shook his head, quite amused by Seed's response. //Oh my. I'm a well-educated man, but didn't know such words even existed.// * Such language, my dear... *He silenced the redhead effectively with a passionate kiss, ignoring the fact that his lover would surely bite him. But the redhead couldn't possibly escape right now, as he was holding him tightly, one hand caressing the hard length, and the other one carefully pressing the handle a bit deeper. //Evil, perhaps... But very interesting.// He knew that his lover would have to give up; Seed never had the willpower or self-control to escape from his caresses.*

Seed: *He indeed wanted to bite, but his lover was exploring his mouth quite thoroughly with his tongue, and he certainly didn't want to yank that off. Unable to do anything more than allow the passionate probing, he raged at his incapacitated state. The heat below his waist was almost more than he could bear, and his breathing became ragged, heartbeat racing like a hummingbird. He was angry, but if Culgan thought this was punishment, his body definitely thought otherwise. Dizzy, he focused only on the assault, finally welcoming both the hand and the invading whip with equal amounts of fervor. He groaned into his lover's mouth, unable to move, trying to push onto the hilt and into the hand at the same time. Soft whimpering mews escaped him and he began to sag onto the desk, breaking the kiss with the weight of his impending release. It loomed before him like an unexplainable terror. Culgan was holding him up now, as his strength abandoned him. He tensed, aware of the pain in his back where his lover was holding him, audible hitching cries accompanying the last seconds of his orgasm before it shattered his thoughts.* "No more..." *Voice barely a whimper, he bucked several times, wondering if he'd ever end this nearly violent release.*

Culgan: *Satisfied for now, he smiled gently and waited until his lover had released completely.* No more? I don't think so... I know you still want something... *He whispered, then gave the redhead another quick kiss. Then he carefully removed the handle, dropping the whip to the floor. He quickly caught his powerless lover, then just held him against himself for a while. //Now the question is... on the floor, on the couch or on the table. Usually, I'd choose the couch. Today, I'm feeling evil. The desk it is, then.// He grinned, then leaned closer to the desk, still holding his lover. He pushed a few papers away, and lifted the younger man up on the table.* We can finish this... if you're up to it, that is. But seriously, my love, I'd like to see the day when you don't want me to do this... *He captured the younger man's lips for a passionate kiss, while carefully working to remove his shirt. //Heh, this time I'm not giving you the chance to ruin my clothes...// *

Seed: *If he'd thought for one moment that all his energy was gone, it returned to him in full force by the time he was seated on the desk. His brain was addled, but he didn't need his intellect right now. Reminded again of how strong his lover was, he let himself be manipulated into position, regretting the loss of Culgan's body heat. Had he the mind to speak, he'd have fervently agreed with his lover's daring assumption. Then again, Culgan had a way of stripping away all his resistance, especially during sex. His lips were mildly bruised by now, his hunger returning as he captured his lover's tongue and suckled upon it. He didn't even take the desk into consideration; right now, he'd have been thrilled to make love in a closet. Dimly, however, he wondered how they'd do it here; on the table, over it, in the chair...he purred against Culgan's mouth, snaking one leg out to bring the man as close to him as their positions allowed. As his lover removed his shirt, he wasted no time running his hands about the leanly muscled chest and back.*

Culgan: *Without breaking the kiss, he threw the shirt somewhere to the other side of the room, proceeding to work with his pants. He also grabbed the oil bottle for one more time to add some of the lubricant to his member. Not that it was necessary; after preparing his lover and after the treatment with the whip, Seed was surely ready enough to take him. But he still wanted to be careful. Seed's responses told him that the redhead was more than willing to continue, so he finished quickly, then wrapped his arms around the younger man, caressing the injured back softly. Finally he broke the kiss, giving his lover a gentle look.* Hmm... does it hurt? I hope I didn't hit too hard... *He didn't wait for an answer before pressing Seed down on the desk. //That might hurt, but I know you too well... you like it.// He drew the redhead's legs around him, then pressed in, smiling as he felt how ready his lover was.*

Seed: *The speed at which Culgan claimed him was unprecedented. He decided that he'd have to start working on the handling of this man of his; otherwise, he'd eventually turn into Colonel Culgan's private fuck doll. He was boneless, for Highland's sake, putting up absolutely no resistance to anything. His back flared briefly but he melted against the desk like putty, knowing that his eyes were begging for what his mouth would not admit. Those hands gripped his legs and he wrapped himself around Culgan, feeling like the world's biggest whore. //Look at me... like I care// He absolutely loved this. He voiced a sound of complete satisfaction, accepting his lover's member as deeply as his body would admit it. His hands twirled about Culgan's neck, kneading hungrily into his back, already wanting to bite at the strong shoulders. The sensation within him was different than before; what had felt so hard and immovable at first flexed within him to fill his body completely. Sweating lightly, he wondered how many orgasms he might possibly have this time, quite willing to be screwed into oblivion even if he had no more left to give. Culgan had terrific control, and the reminder brought a silly, feline grin to his face.*

Culgan: *He sighed softly, enjoying feeling the younger man's hands on his shoulders. Of course, he could guess that by the time they were done, his shoulders would look worse than the light marks on the redhead's back. He caressed his lover's skin, smiling as he looked at Seed's face. //Ah... beautiful.// He couldn't turn his eyes off the wine-brown ones, and he really didn't want to, either. He continued thrusting in slowly, his every move well controlled. His lover's eyes told him all he ever needed to know. //Hmmh... you're so easy to read, my love...// He ran his hands up the redhead's sides, feeling a few marks from the whip under his fingers. It made him feel a bit guilty, and that feeling was enough to make him wrap his arms around the younger man and draw him closer. //Seed... I love you...// His mind was still clear enough, so he kissed the redhead passionately, before letting go and concentrating back on caressing the smooth skin. Seeing the need in Seed's eyes, he slipped his hand between them to fondle his lover's member.*

Seed: *Making a terrific effort not to squeal at the added stimulation, he accepted the gentle hand eagerly, though by this point, it really wasn't needed. Even without the touch, he was ready to explode into a thousand meaningless shards of glass. Every glancing touch upon his prostate urged him to release; despite his struggle to contain his reactions, and after all he had endured, there really was no contest. Small sounds escaped his lips, breathy cries that spiraled upwards as he was rocked by Culgan. The desk was damned uncomfortable, but if he'd focused on that earlier, it made no impression upon him at this time. He arched off the desk as far as his position would allow, digging into his lover's back more for support than anything, and gave himself over to the raging tide of his release. Like all the other times, the orgasm was nothing compared to the building off it, though this knowledge did little to deter him from trying for another. Then again, it wasn't like his lover gave him any choice.* "Mmmm...Culgan... I'm sore..."

Culgan: Sore? Hmm? *He stopped to look at his lover's face, smiling gently.* In that case, we'd better find a more comfortable position... *He drew the younger man off the desk, holding him against himself and moved around the table. He sat down in the chair, still holding the redhead.* Is this better? *Without waiting for answer, he kissed the younger man again. //Guess you're too tired to do anything... or should I say, too spent?// Their position didn't allow him to move much, but that wasn't needed - all he had to do was wrap his arms around Seed's waist and rock him against himself. His lover had already released twice, and he had no intention of letting the redhead go without a third time. //Ah, after that, I'll probably have to carry you home, but that'll be my pleasure, dear...// He caressed his lover's back with one hand, still keeping him busy with the passionate kisses.*

Seed: "Mmm...you're going to mess up the chair now..." *Somewhat delirious from being released and then filled again, he sagged into Culgan's arms. He visualized things he was quite certain his lover would not approve of, frowning secretly at his own perversion. He allowed the kiss and focused on it, insistent rubbing against that sensitive gland within him driving him towards freedom. By now, this was what he wanted; Culgan took advantage of his rare ability to release several times in one lovemaking session, but it wasn't without pain for him. It was wonderful that his lover actually appreciated his quirks, but it was hell on his body.* "Ah...you are...too...controlled..." *At the mercy of Culgan's desire, he wished he could speed the man up. Problem was, nothing he did would budge his lover, and he grimaced inwardly about his earlier thoughts on spending the entire night doing this.* //Wimp...ah...yes...// *Finding the energy to overcome that last obstacle, he worked with his lover's motions, resisting the urge to drive himself up and down onto Culgan's member. Within moments, the brutality of his actions brought victory and he was profoundly grateful to have not screamed out his lover's name, like he wanted to. If not for Culgan still holding him right now, he'd have fallen from the chair onto the floor.* "D...damn you..."

Culgan: *He smiled as he felt Seed's final release, then closed his eyes and let the same feeling take over his body for a short moment. When he opened his eyes again, the redhead was leaning against his shoulder, asleep. //Or should I say, unconscious...// He grinned to himself, then lifted the younger man off and got up himself, placing his sleeping lover in the chair for a while. He adjusted his clothes a bit and got his coat back on, then picked up the redhead's clothes and carefully dressed up the younger man. //There. Time to go to bed, my love...// He'd have to clean his office later, but that could wait until the next morning. //But I think you need a bath, my love. So, how about we go home now...// Gently, he lifted the redhead to his arms and left the office, locking the door behind him with some difficulty. It was late, so he didn't have to worry about meeting anyone in the castle corridors as he carried his lover out of the castle and headed home.*