Rating: R
Content: M/M sexual content
Distribution: Go ahead, but let me know where.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, so don't sue me!
Summary: Scott helps Mark come to terms with their newfound desire for each other.
November 3, 1998
Mark Calloway sat in a booth in the back of the bar, nursing a beer and watching Scott Levy impassively as he banked a striped ball into a corner pocket. Rage and hatred roiled inside of him as his eyes followed the dark-haired man circling the table for his next shot. He would have liked nothing more than to walk over there and pound the living shit out of him, tear him apart, bloody his damnable face until he begged for mercy. But he only sat watching...and waiting.
Scott could feel Mark watching him and purposefully made eye contact with him several times to show that he was aware of the scrutiny. As he prepared for his next shot, he cast his mind back to 5 years ago.
Lovely Lisa Garrett with her powder blue eyes and chocolate brown hair had captured the hearts of two men. But she was unable to choose between which man she wanted, so attempted an affair with both, trying to keep it secret from the other. However, they both found out and so began a bitter rivalry for her affections. Frustrated and disgusted by the two men's behavior, Lisa broke off relations with both men, leaving them devastated and full of hatred for the other.
Over the years, though, Scott realized that he hadn't really loved Lisa at all, just in love with the idea of love. He also realized that he had no reason to hate Mark either. He was just as much a victim in the situation as he was. But Scott could sense that Mark still burned with bitterness over the breakup...and sensed that he wanted to take it out on him.
Mark drained his glass and stood up, tossing a few bills on the table and striding out of the bar. He couldn't stand to look at the bastard any longer. He pushed through the doors and disappeared into the night.
Scott watched him go with a wry smile playing about his lips, then returned to his game.
A couple hours later, Scott laid his stick on the green baize and said goodbye to his partner, paying for his drinks and games and leaving the bar. He raked his hand through his curly, shoulder-length light-brown hair as he thrust his other hand into his leather jacket pocket and turned the corner into the alley where he'd parked his motorcycle. He had just passed under a street lamp when his eye was caught by a shadow, just before a hand clamped around his throat. He was lifted and shoved hard against the brick wall of the bar. He grasped the wrist and looked up into the blazing green eyes of Mark.
"I should kill you right now," he snarled, fingers tightening around Scott's throat, enjoying his gasps for air.
Scott gazed into those green infernos, seeing his vision growing dim. he reached out instinctively and clasped a hand behind Mark's neck and with tenacious strength, pulled him forward. He planted his lips on Mark's, feeling him stiffen in shock. His fingers loosened and Scott was able to breathe again. He took full advantage, slanting his mouth over his, thrusting his tongue into the slightly parted lips and into the hot depths.
Mark's mind became blank with astonishment. He felt Scott's tongue stroke the roof of his mouth and he could feel the stud of his tongue ring moving against the sensitive surface, then curl around his own tongue and draw it into his mouth and suck hungrily. A streak of heat jolted through him at the tugging sensation and he grunted in surprise.
Scott sensed Mark's impending surrender and went for the kill. He wrapped his arms around his neck and his legs around Mark's waist, pulling him hard against him. he deepened the kiss, urging Mark to participate, tilting his hips rhythmically into him.
Mark's eyes closed as shockwaves of pleasure washed over him. He groaned, sliding his hands down over his chest and around to grasp Scott's taut ass, raising him up and grinding himself into him. He growled as he took control of the kiss, forcing Scott's mouth wide for his seeking tongue.
Scott made sounds of encouragement in his throat as his fingers caressed the back of Mark's neck and shoulders. Finally, Mark dragged his mouth away and they panted harshly. "Mark, oh, yes...this is very good."
Mark abruptly stiffened, feeling as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. What the hell was he doing? He straightened and wrenched Scott's arms and legs from him, then drew back his fist and buried it deep in Scott's belly, doubling him over and dropping him to his knees, retching and gasping.
"Stay the fuck away from me if you value your life," he warned menacingly before turning and stalking away.
Scott held his stomach, grimacing in pain, but also grinning. He knew now that Mark had a vulnerable chink in his previously invincible armor...and he planned to slip through that chink and sample the full extent of the pent-up passion that he'd just gotten a taste of moments before.
It was two months later. The WCW, WWF and ECW had decided to have a convention to raise money for a charitable organization and various wrestlers from the 3 federations were in attendance to represent their companies. Scott wandered through the crowds, occasionally stopping to speak to a fan, then moving on. He slipped into a quiet alcove and leaned against the wall and watched the goings on. He was bored and just waiting for the time when he could split this place and maybe go club hopping or possibly find some girl and bring her back to his hotel room. He was horny and edgy and needed release. He suddenly came to full alertness when he caught sight of a tall, red-headed figure slowly making his way through the milling throng of people. He let his eyes roam greedily over the black-clad man, settling on his face...his pale, expressionless, fascinating face. Scott licked his lips and shifted, feeling himself grow instantly hard at the recollection of their kiss in the dark alley. He knew that he wouldn't be spending his evening with some whore or wasting time drinking and throwing darts in some smoky bar.
Scott moved down the hallway quietly like a cat until he reached a door marked '3352'. He pulled out a keycard that he'd bribed the desk clerk, a huge wrestling fan and even bigger fan of raven, out of and deftly slipped it into the door slot. There was a light click and he pushed the door open just wide enough to squeeze through and softly shut it behind him. He stood there for a long moment, letting his eyes adjust to the dimness. When he could see, he made his way to the side of the bed, looking down at the man sprawled on his stomach, hair spread out over his shoulders and pillow in a dark red wave. The moonlight gleamed on his skin, making it glow like polished marble. He reached out and sifted a lock of hair through his fingers. Silky.
Scott swiftly undressed, then carefully eased onto the bed, tugging down the sheet to reveal Mark's bare backside. He began by kissing the back of his neck, working his way down over his broad shoulders, running his tongue across the satiny, slightly salty skin, moving lower to the small of his back. He raised himself and threw a leg over his thighs, gently parting the cheeks and stroking his tongue down the center, turning his head to sink his teeth into the taut flesh.
Mark moaned at the sensations of heat and wetness. He thought he was dreaming and shifted , widening his legs as the tongue dipped lower to his puckered anus. He arched as the tip pushed its way inside, darting in and out. He could feel something hard and slightly rough at the end on the tongue scraping exquisitely against his tender flesh and he moaned again.
Scott was very pleased at the response he was getting and continued to work his tongue in and out as his hand slipped down to softly cup and knead his balls, then around and beneath him to grasp and stroke his already stiff cock. He heard a gasp and tugged and squeezed the hard length, unable to move as he wished because of Mark's position. He rhythmically pressed his thumb against the root of his shaft beneath the base, feeling his hips jerk involuntarily.
Mark was awakened as he felt his own body jump at the feel of pressure on his cock. He blinked his eyes open, rubbing the sleep from them and rolled over onto his back.
Scott reluctantly released him and rose up, laying his body flush atop him, taking Mark's face in his hands and kissing him thoroughly and lingeringly, angling his head to the side for a deeper invasion.
Mark at first thought it was yet another woman who'd managed to bribe the clerk for his room key and sneak in to seduce him. He'd had to escort more than a few ladies out of his room after their failed attempts. But this was definitely no woman. He could feel the hard press of the hot throbbing shaft digging into his belly. He thrust his fingers into the stranger's hair and wrenched back, tearing his mouth away. Mark stared in shock at Scott, his grip loosening as his eyes widened.
Scott, taking advantage of his lapse, buried his face in his throat, sucking the skin avidly.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Mark snarled, his fingers grasping his shoulders and shoving.
Scott tightened his legs against Mark's sides, keeping himself in place.
"I've come to finish what we started in that alley a couple of months ago, sweet," he murmured into his ear, taking is lobe between his teeth and nipping lightly. His hand snaked down and grasped Mark's pulsing shaft, measuring the length and thickness.
Mark sucked in his breath sharply, his hips arching, his own hand clamping over Scott's to pull it away. "Stop it right now, Scott!" But he only wrapped his fingers more firmly around him, preventing Mark from yanking it away.
Scott flicked his tongue over his nipple, nibbling on the hardened nub. He squeezed and kneaded the hot shaft, tugging on the root. He was gratified to hear Mark groan and turn his face into the crook of his shoulder.
"Yes, Mark..." he whispered huskily. "Give in to it. Sink into the pleasure. You know you want to."
Mark abruptly rolled Scott onto his back, his weight settling over him, crushing him into the mattress. He kissed him fiercely, brutally, forcing his mouth open and spearing his tongue inside, smashing his lips against his teeth until blood flowed. Scott moaned in approval, skimming his fingers up and down his back, digging his nails into the taut muscles of his buttocks and grinding his pelvis into him. Mark raised his head, gasping and growling deep in his throat.
"I want you, Mark," Scott rasped, nipping his shoulder. "I want to feel your mouth on me now...please."
Mark moved his body down, dropping light teasing kisses over his chest and belly, tickling his navel with the tip of his tongue before burying his face in the thatch of tight curls between his legs. He took one of his balls in his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue, softly biting and worrying it before doing the same with the other one. He licked around the base of his shaft, then up the length, stopping at the sensitive ridge just below the head. He grasped Scott's twitching hips to keep them still as he enclosed the tip, then the whole head, gently scraping his teeth over the throbbing flesh. Finally, he eased him down his throat until he was fully sheathed, sucking hard as he withdrew.
Scott groaned loudly, twisting his fingers in Mark's hair, gasping and arching into his downstrokes, muttering encouragement mixed with love words.
"oooh, yes, love...don't stop. That feels so good. Faster, baby, I'm almost there." Mark increased the tempo, sucking and bobbing, running his fingers around the root, wetting them with his saliva before slipping them down to rub the tight hole of Scott's anus . He pushed first one, then two fingers inside up to the third knuckle, curling them a little until he could feel the slight bulging. He began to stroke in and out, pressing against the g-spot firmly as he quickened his sucking.
Scott threw his head back and cried out harshly at the intense pleasure, spreading his legs wide and bracing the heels flat on the bed, pumping his hips harder and faster, enjoying Mark's grunts and urging moans.
"Ah, yeah!" he panted, eyes squeezed shut as he felt the strong tingling in his balls signaling his impending orgasm. "Aww, fuck...so good. Uh...uh...uh... Oh, God YES!"
Mark growled as Scott bucked off the bed, screaming as he exploded into his mouth, jetting a hot stream down his throat. He continued to stroke the bulge with his fingers as he sucked every drop from Scott. When the spasms had eased, Mark withdrew his fingers, releasing him and gliding back up his body to give him a searingly hot kiss.
Scott wrapped his arms around him, relishing the taste of his own come on Mark's tongue and lips. Their tongues danced and twined around each other as he caressed and massaged Mark's shoulders and back. Finally, Scott dragged his mouth away, nuzzling the spot just below his ear.
"Mmm...oh, love, that was fantastic," he murmured, kneading his tense back muscles. "But now it's your turn. Roll over, sweet." Mark obliged and Scott clambered over him, licking and nipping his way down his body, tickling the tip of his fingers up and down Mark's cock, tracing the veins pulsing just beneath the surface.
"So lovely, Mark," he praised, kissing the tip softly, tasting the first drops of precome. "So big and hard for me." He wet the length of him with his saliva, rubbing the stud against the base, then the ridge of his shaft, making Mark curve upward and groan in delight. He applied a little suction to the tip, dipping his tongue into the small hole before lifting his head, his breathing shallow and rapid.
"Mark..." He raised his head and looked at Scott, his own breathing ragged. "I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to fuck me."
Mark's head dropped back on the pillow, shuddering at his words.
"Please, Mark," he pleaded softly. "Do it for me."
Mark sat up, first kissing him deeply before rising up onto his knees and moving behind him, who'd leaned forward onto his palms, waiting with anticipation. Mark again wet his fingers, sliding two fingers into the hot, tight tunnel, thoroughly lubricating it, adding a third finger to stretch him open. When he thought he was ready, he slowly pressed inside, rocking his hips forward and back...forward and back, moving deeper and deeper, until he was fully planted to the hilt. He growled as he felt Scott's body tighten and squeeze around him, making him throb even more.
Scott whimpered at both the pain and exquisite pleasure, leaning back slightly as Mark began to steadily thrust into him, withdrawing almost completely before gliding back in.
"Christ, you're so damned tight!" Mark hissed as he rode him a little harder, his balls slapping loudly against Scott's thighs. He reached around and grasped his cock, stroking it in rhythm to his deep, driving plunges.
Scott panted and moaned, gripping a hand over Mark's, rearing back his breathing choppy as the tempo quickened even further. He whispered obscenities blended with love words, urging him on.
"Oh, baby...that's it...faster. Drive that beautiful big cock deep inside me. I want to feel all of you. Mmmm...stroke me harder. Yes! I think I'm coming. Come with me, Mark."
Mark grunted with each deep penetration, feeling himself start to come, he pumped Scott's cock, wanting him to climax, using his free hand to hold his hip as he lunged in and out.
"Come for me now, Scott!" Mark growled. "Oh, shit...come for me right now. I'm about to shoot." Mark heard Scott scream again before rocking back hard on him as he pounded his hips forward. The growl grew into a roar as he positively erupted, pouring himself into Scott in a hot, intense rush, then collapsed on top of Scott, bearing him down to the bed in a heap. They both gasped, fighting for air, shuddering in reaction. When Mark had regained some of his strength, he rose and withdrew, sliding down beside Scott, who turned onto his side facing him, slipping his arms around his waist, pressing himself against him, sighing contentedly into Mark's throat. Both men dropped into a deep, dreamless slumber, wrapped together like long lost lovers.