A/N: I really lament the lack of male Hero/Reaver. I love Reaver to pieces, but come on. Stephen Fry wants more gay porn to be written. There will be no old enemy resurrections, no cliche kidnapings, hardly any court affairs as they are boring, and I can guarantee there will be a defined lack of an all knowing OC. It will be straight through Male Hero (I like the name of Sparrow from the second game, even though this is set in the third game verse) and Reaver story. I'm also a sex addicted devil, so smut in the first chapter, but with Reaver, could you assume any less? Jasper is going to be a little ooc, but the rest will stay fine. Sparrow stands at six feet tall, has maroon hair and the sideburns/mustache combination with the dweller face tatt and copper green eyes.
It had been three months. Three months since the Crawler had been banished along with its horrible children. Three months since Sparrow had stabbed his sword through Walter's rib cage with a sickening crunch and the bitter taste of copper in the air. Sparrow sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between his two fingers, hoping the tension would ease off of his pounding head. It had also been three months since he had fired Reaver and brought what he thought was happiness to his workers. Turns out the ginger haired ruler was wrong.
Now without Reaver and his economically savvy skills, his people were going to be right back where they were during Logan's rein. Sparrow shut his eyes tightly and forced a calm breath out. His maroon hair had dulled, his copper eyes were so tired they looked bronze...hell he even had those damn stress lines his brother gained, and it's only been three months of paperwork. Cracking an eye open, he shook his head at the mountain of paper work. That just seemed to spur on his headache and he fought the urge to jam his thumbs through his eyes.
He closed his eye and got one second of peace before something else creaked it open again. Someone was in his study, and by the silence, they were not supposed to be here. Slowing his breathing, he shut his eye and mentally collected his Will carefully, making sure nothing in his outward movements gave his plan away. His cautious plan was interrupted by the loud click of a gun right next to his ear.
Letting a small smirk grace his face, he kept perfectly still. "If this isn't Reaver, you're dead. If it is...you're dead." By the time the gun went off, Sparrow was launching himself off his chair to the other side of the room, unleashing lightning bolts and hitting the floor with a roll. He must have over estimated his landing, his head hitting his wall with a thud, pain exploding across the back of his skull with the bright lights and even stars thrown in. Cursing violently, he glanced up right into Reaver's smirking face, a barrel pointed right between his eyes. Sparrow glared, and pushed himself up slightly so he could at least have his back resting on the wall. Not like it would help. "What the hell do you want Reaver." It was less of a question and more of an annoyed statement.
Reaver cocked a brow, and waggled his finger, making a tsk tsk noise. Damn asshole didn't even have the nerve to look abashed for breaking into his castle and pointing a gun at his king. Then again, Sparrow didn't expect him to. It would be nice though. At least his beloved clothes were singed by a stray lightning bolt, but beyond that the silver tongue pirate lacked a single wound. "Is that anyway to talk to the head of Reaver Industries?" "You mean former head of Reaver Industries. By the way, it's called The Human Eco Warrior Association." Reaver's eye twitched, the gun blaring in the confined space of the office.
"Touched a nerve I see." Sparrow grinned, even though his headache had now upgraded to a migraine. And now added to the damage caused by his spells, there was a bullet-hole in his wall. Reaver smirked, jabbing him harshly in the ribs with his cane before keeping it there. Sparrow's grin didn't falter, though one hand did lift up to yank the cane out of his hand. It didn't budge. He scowled, feeling his ribs protest way too much. Revear buffed his nails on his jacket idly, wearing the same damn outfit he did. Sparrow's scowl grew. "Does anything about you change at all?" Reaver didn't even blink. "Whatever do you mean." Bastard didn't even look at him while his drawl assaulted his ears.
"You. You're the same vain, narcistic,-" "Good looking, beautiful, sexy-" "self absorbed, asshole. You're even wearing the same clothes." Reaver deigned him a bored look, covering a yawn with a white gloved hand. "Why should I? I'm wonderful the way I am now." He gave the cane a vicious twist, but Sparrow wouldn't let the sound of pain even enter his thoughts. It would give too much away. Even if it was possible one of his ribs was close to snapping. It was moderately disturbing to see something from the past, even if it were only three months ago, show up again. Hell, even Sparrow's closest friends had changed. Ben came around occasionally for a quick fling in the sack, Page was so busy keeping her temper under control while arranging benefits for the homeless she never had time to sleep, let alone visit. Jasper was still his butler, but hell Sparrow hadn't been sleeping for so long he often snapped at him and sent him away. Not that Jasper really listened to him anyway.
Logan was off in Aurora, not to make amends, but rather to subject himself to the people there in hopes of a form of punishment. In the king's opinion, he had done what had had been needed to be done, but Logan hadn't listened to remained buried in his books. Sabine and Kalin had their own problems leading their people. As for Elise...Sparrow kept himself away from her. She was the biggest reminder of his past. A past with Walter. A shadow fell on his face, and Reaver paused in his buffing of nails. Well well...it seems all has not been as fabulous for the king as it has been for me...Reaver ran a casual eye down his visage. Sparrow did appear to be much older, stress lines and an air of a ruler under pressure. Reaver sniffed. He was glad he didn't have to be under such stress. It would do terrible things to his complexion.
"You look terrible." It was the closet thing Reaver could ever say to someone that didn't come off as selfish or uncaring. Sparrow rolled his eyes, tugging at the cane digging into him. "Thank you. Mind moving this?" A harder twist signaled a no. Reaver demurely eyed an imperfect pinky nail. "You haven't even asked me, your guest, if I would like something to drink. Most improper of a host." A chuckle followed by a cough rewarded him. Sparrow fingered the bridge of his nose. His migraine was not ending and Reaver's ill timed, yet amusing, visit was not helping it. Did he say amusing? He meant annoying. "So sorry my dear friend." Reaver played with a chunk of bangs and gave his disgustingly charming grin at him. The grin all his little fan girls and boys fawned over. Sparrow found it incredibly fake and it made him want to punch him. The grin widened.
"I shall take your apology into consideration." The cane didn't move. Sparrow wanted to groan. Here he was, a full grown man, no Hero, no KING, of Albion and this, this...philandering man-whore was pinning him down with a cane to the wall of his own study to boot. Theresa must be laughing her blind ass off. Next time he got his hands on her...he heard a chuckle in the back of his head and Sparrow's scowl turned downright murderous. Time for games was over. Reaver cocked an eyebrow at him, finally making eye contact with him before his head snapped back and he felt the back of his glorious, over done hair, hit the floor. Normally when he found himself on his back, he was in for a wonderful oral rendition of carnal desire. Now he blinked up at a very angry man, with a very angry scowl, and a very frightening sword tickling his throat.
Sparrow had even yanked the gun out of his hand. Reaver's hat lay a few feet away, along with the cane. Oh. The cane was broken. Too bad, he could always make his cheerful little orphans to manufacture another. His smug blue eyes wandered up Sparrow's frame, muscles tensed in a scrumptious fashion under his unbuttoned blouse. Hrm...he could just take a sizeable bite out of him. Was that a furry trail on his abdomen? A jab of the sword drew a drop of blood, and Reaver crossed his arms under his head, waiting for the king to realize what position he had put himself in. Sparrow made this adorable confused look on his face. Reaver grinned. "Not that I mind your muscular thighs wrapped around me while your very scary sword, but if you wanted this we could easily do this-" His sleazy pick up line was interuppted by a knock at the door.
Sparrow didn't even turn his head as Jasper came in with the trey of dinner he knew would not be eaten. "Master I have-oh. Excuse me. If you would be so kind as to eat before carnal persuasions, I would be most pleased. you will need the energy." Sparrow's shade of blush matched his hair as Reaver laughed obnoxiously and slid a hand up the side of his thigh. "I will make sure he eats, my good man." Nodding, Jasper hid a small grin at his master's discomfort before bowing his way out of the awkward situation. He felt no need to worry over his king. After all, he had bested a god of the darkness. What could Reaver possibly do?
Reaver could do a lot, and he was attempting to show off his abilities to a shell shocked Sparrow. "Come now, the old man meant no harm. Now where were we..." His eyes grew more interested, fogging slightly with desire, fingers playing with his pants leg, wishing he could be sliding his fingers on skin. Sparrow growled, copper eyes snapping with fire as one hand reached down and grabbed his wrist with enough force to almost break bones. "Don't even think about it." Reaver cocked a brow, small heart wrinkling. "Don't tell me the king was waiting fro marriage before consummating the flesh..." Dear gods of the Shadow court below save him from virgins.
Sparrow's jaw was so tight it could break, his body coiled with anger. "No. Not that that's any of your damn bussiness. Keep your diseased hands off of me." Reaver laughed. "I would but you seem to be holding my diseased hand." Sparrow's eyes narrowed and a half snarl graced his lips. Reaver inhaled deeply with his nose, happy to see his king so aggravated and bestial. It was always a treat to truly annoy people to the point of rage. Reaver clucked his tongue and leaned up as far as he was allowed. "Whatever should your butler think when you can't even seem to keep your hands" The rest of his sarcastic tirade was effectively stopped by a hand grabbing his jaw followed by rough lips assaulting his own.
Reaver smirked into the kiss, keeping his eyes open while Sparrow bit at his bottom lip before swiping a hot tongue along the small wound. Sparrow kept his eyes shut, knowing if he looked he'd quit. He didn't know why he did it. It could be the lack of physical contact, Ben hadn't been around for four months, and Sparrow was too busy and tired to chase down anything else. Self pleasure barely helped, if at all. It could have been the simple fact of wanting a constant in a new era of change. It was most likely to just shut the infuriating man up, his words and tone of voice just adding to the pounding of his head.
Sparrow growled softy, sinking slightly so his body was more molded onto Reaver's, feeling the blood rush to his dick with every suck and nip Reaver gave him. Reaver coughed and pulled away. Sparrow stared. "You can't be serious." Reaver cocked a brow. "You have a sword in my throat." Bastard didn't even have the grace to appear flustered and his breath barely shook. Sparrow felt like he had just gone through the cave with the Crawler all over again, he was sweating buckets and panting. Shaking his head he dropped his sword, but slid his hand down to the base of his throat. "If you try anything funny..." Reaver rolled his eyes.
"You shame me. Do you think I would try and stop this act of carnal desire just to kill you?" Sparrow shrugged. "You have a point. But if you move for that gun, I'm cutting off things." Reaver grinned, his free hand reaching up to pull Sparrow down. He loved this position he found himself in, sex always being a welcomed distraction. He grabbed him by the base of the blouse, yanking him down to a very toothy grin of Balverine porportions. Sparrow habitually closed his eyes and went with it, keeping one hand on his throat while the other loosened its grip. Reaver freed his hand slowly and rubbed small sensuous circles with his thumb, sliding his hand up towards Sparrow's crotch before sliding it away again.
Sparrow held in a small moan at the no doubt older man's ministrations, skin prickling at the feel of the calloused fingers through his pants which were quickly getting too tight for comfort. Reaver smirked before opening his mouth, allowing Sparrow to slide his tongue in. Sparrow poured all his anger and stress into his actions, fiercely biting his lip again before sucking on it harshly. Reaver had a small flush to his face, but it would be useless in mentioning it as he would deny it anyway. He smirked and slid his hand up to dance out a rhtym with his fingers along the seams of his pants, resting his hand right near Sparrow's obvious hardness.
He pulled back again, chuckling at Sparrow's frustrated grunt. "Would't this be so much more scandalous naked?" He tugged at the king's shirt. Sparrow panted down at him before removing the offending garment and standing up to remove his pants as well. He violently gestured at Reaver to do the same. "Don't go near that gun." Reaver rolled his eyes before standing up and cracking his neck. He carefully removed each article of clothing and folding it neatly before setting it down. Half to actually keep his expensive clothes clean, and the other half to infuriate Sparrow.
Sparrow snarled at him, eyes glued to his ass as Reaver bent over. Yea, there was a reason the whores and boys swarmed Millifields in hope of getting in on those sex parties Reaver threw constantly. Sparrow did little to stop them, if anything he wishes he could have the free lifestyle to pursue such follies. Damn monarchy. Reaver swung his hips lightly, just enough to give a little sway before he stood and turned around with a shit eating grin. Sparrow's eye twitched, and he reached for Reaver, who surprisingly backed off. "Hold on now, I want to see what you have to offer first." Sparrow rolled his eyes but refrained from crossing his arms. Or setting his hand on his hips like a girl.
"Make it fast." Reaver started at his face then let his eyes slide slowly down his body, taking everything in. Sparrow's skin had lost some of the golden luster it once had, must be from all the desk work inside. His muscles thankfully stayed the same, along with the weapon scars criss crossing his chest and sides. His jaw was set stubbornly, with a charming dash of stubble to compliment his sideburnstache. His dark eyes snapped at him while Reaver paced around him to check everything out. All in all, Reaver could hardly find a flaw with the man, even his atrocious tattoos seemed to be a part of him that added to his sexual attractiveness.
He let a hand smooth its way down his side, feeling the tremble of the muscles and the fervor. He smiled thinly. Like a horse before a race...Sparrow's dick had not lost an ounce of hardness to his gaze. If anything it had grown, seeing as his eyes were glued to Reavers naked body also. Reaver traced a gunshot scar on his shoulder blade on the back before leaning in and kissing it, one hand sliding down to cup his ass cheek while the other ghosted around to land on his navel, right above his dick. Sparrow growled, muscles tensing up. "Reaver..."
Reaver hushed him with murmurs and cooes, continuing his actions. Sparrow stiffened some more, one arm coming up to grab his wrist on his navel. Reaver chuckled. "My my, does the king not trust his subjects?" He leaned up and kissed the nape of his neck before being whirled into a wall, his back hitting it with a smack. Reaver blew a kiss at Sparrow, noting the growl it received. "Enough of this shit." He grabbed Reaver roughly by the jaw again, sealing their mouths together in another scorching kiss. Reaver closed his eyes slightly, but not all the way. Never all the way.
One hand was pinned above his head while the other was still groping Sparrow's ass, and Reaver yanked them closer so their skin could touch. He purred as he felt the taller man's dick rub up on his, the sweat on their skin making the friction less uncomfortable and more sensual. He wrapped a skinny leg around one of his, smirking when Sparrow broke away to kiss along his jaw and down his neck, biting and leaving several bruises. Reaver dug his hand into his ass, then moved it upward and dug his nails in, breathing heavily at the feel of Sparrow shuddering in rapture.
He let out a breathy gasp as Sparrow sucked harshly at the juncture of neck and shoulder, tangling his free hand in his ruby locks and snaring his fingers in deep, keeping his head there. he let his head tilt back, his eyes sliding shut and his smile widening. They opened when his wrist was released and the hot air was replaced with the feeling of coldness of absence. Sparrow was swiping all the items off of the study table, but carefully set the trey of food on the floor across the room. Reaver appraised his ass and came up behind him, arms wrapping around him and trapping him. "So ready for the real games, hrmmm?" He bit his earlobe, and blew small puffs of air at the shell of his ear. Sparrow scowled, swallowing thickly and bracing himself on the table.
He shook his head then looked back over his shoulder with a grin. "Reaver?" Reaver was busy tracing the cleft of his ass with a finger and didn't look up. "Yes luv." Damn this man had the tightest ass. Sparrow clucked his tongue. "You want inside me don't you." It was like a shot of pure adrenaline hit him, blood pumped straight to his dick at the sound of those words. Reaver slide a middle finger slowly into him. "I already am, sire." Sparrow choked, fighting th instinct to throw Reaver off and away from him. He ground his teeth together and rested his face into his forearms. "You're supposed to warn me, you arrogant ass."
Reaver shrugged, slipping a hand to handle his dick and begin pumping it. "This help?" Sparrow choked again, this time because of the feeling of another's hand on his cock
Sparrow bit down on his knuckle, feeling a second finger force its way in. Damn if it didn't hurt like a beast. Reaver yawned. Sparrow's eye twitched and he craned his neck as far as he could to glare at him. "You did not just do that." Reaver smirked. "Fraid so, dear boy." Snarling, Sparrow reached back and grabbed at him. "Stick it in then, see if you can still yawn at me." Sparrow's eyes widened at the words that came out of his own mouth before Reaver took him up on his offer and shoved his rather large dick inside him ruthlessly.
If Sparrow thought two fingers were hell, then this must be the seventh layer of it. He wanted to rip something in half it hurt so bad. Panting, he scratched uselessly at the table top as Reaver thrust in and out of him. It wasn't getting any better either until Reaver snorted and went back to stroking his cock in time to the thrusts. Sparrow cursed and spastically jerked his hips into Reaver's hand. Reaver could barely chuckle as he worked his way in and out of the insatiable tightness. He grunted and snapped his hips downward, rewarded with a small moan. Snickering, he snapped his hips again, smacking into Sparrow's skin. "My my, feels good doesn't it?"
"Shut the hell up and make me cum already," Sparrow snarled, back of his neck flush with embarrasment. He heard another chuckle as the hand on his dick slowed the stroking, thumb massaging the tip of his dick. Sparrow choked, muffling his moans into his forearms. Damn Reaver. Damn him to hell. Reaver groaned lightly, idly leaning down and kissing his spine while he thrusted, languidly biting at the back of his neck. Sparrow hunched his shoulders back, then relaxed slightly under the feel of his lips. "Don't leave marks." Too late for that...Reaver figured what the king couldn't see wouldn't hurt him. there was already several love bites all over his back. Shaking his head, he picked up he pace, feeling his legs starting to tremble with the effort of standing in the hunched over position for so long.
Though it really only seemed like they had just started fucking before it was over. Ah well. If they had a repeat occurence, which Reaver knew they would, he'd pull out the kinks later. He mildly wondered if Sparrow was allergic to Balverine fur. He slid in at his faster speed, roughly jerking the man off in his calloused hand, feeling Sparrow stiffen and hearing a small gasp as sperm erupted through his fingers. Reaver only had a second of a victorious smirk before he was emptying his load into the spasming muscles inside Sparrow. Panting, he doubled over and slouched ontop of the slightly taller man, body content not to move for a good while.
Sparrow felt numb. Oh he felt the orgasm, in fact it felt like a lightning strike to his spine had fried all of his pleasure neurons in his body. but besides that, his muscles were jelly and the table was really comfortable. The only problem was the man using him as a bed and his back was cramping up. His headache had gone away, so there was a pro for this impulsive action. Scowling, he slung his shoulder back, hoping Reaver would get the point and move off of him. He didn't but two arms did circle his waist. Sparrow rolled his eyes. "Get the hell off of me." Reaver fake snored before taking an elbow to the stomach with a grunt. Stretching he yawned an finger combed his hair back to perfection. "So touchy. Are you like this with every plaything you screw?"
Sparrow ignored him and limped over to the sofa, laying down gingerly. His arse felt like it had been ripped open. He opened his mouth to snap at Reaver when the man slipped onto said sofa but figured it wasn't worth fighting. He shut his eyes and pretended to be sleeping, but Reaver was too spot on for that. "I want Reaver Industries back." Sparrow chuckled, throat hoarse and tone still low pitched. "Because of one fuck? I'm not that cheap." Reaver rolled his eyes and set the gun next to his temple. Sparrow yawned. "I'll condsider it." The gun didn't budge. Sighing, Sparrow cracked open one eye. "We'll talk about it tommorow. Let me my sleep."
Reaver pulled back his Dragonstomper and snickered. "Yes, my queen." A hand lazily batted at him before flopping back down. "Go to sleep and shut the hell up." Sparrow was glad to find his headache completely gone. He felt so relaxed it wasn't even funny. He didn't fight Reaver when he felt a hand on his inner thigh, but he did dig an elbow backwards after he felt stroking. "Not now. In the morning." Reaver huffed. "Where'd all that Hero stamina go?" "The same place my Hero lack of responsibilites went. Now leave me be woman and go to sleep." Reaver glared but let his body curl around the king's. "You're lucky I hate sleeping alone." Silence. Peeking over Sparrow's hunched shoulder, he saw the ruler had passed out. His eyes twitched, and he smacked his lips, but there was no sign of waking. Snorting, Reaver fell into half a nap, one eye cracked while one hand curled around his gun.
A/N: I love writing for Reaver. So very muchhhhhhhhh damn snarky sexy fellow. Next time they screw, there will be more extendedness and kinks, but hey this was just a stress fuck. They're supposed to be short. More chapters up soonnnnnnnnn as I'm immersed in playing Fable 3 again and my attention span should stay with it.