Author's Note: Hey everyone. First of all, I'd like to thank you for taking the time out to read Misconceptions. It was supposed to be a psychological drama/reconciliation piece, but it got carried away on its own.

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Chapter 2

One large hand constricted the blond locks of hair like a snake. The fragile head was forced to bend back at a most punishable angle. The Northern Lion lowered his head to sample the delicious aroma of fear and submission that rose from his prey's skin like addicting ambrosia. He would have been contented to first sniff the delicacy before plunging in, but then his prey made a fatal mistake.

He swallowed.

All rational thought fled as instinct took over.

He sprung towards his prey's neck and clamped his massive jaws over the area around the jugular vein. He then laved his tongue over the vein itself, fighting with himself to stay calm as his prey keened.

It was too much. Oh God! It was too much. Tino was sure that he was going to pass out from the amount of pleasure Berwald inflicted on his neck. Yes, he knew that his husband had an aggressive streak, but never before had it made an appearance like this. They did engage in hot, fast and furious sex once in a while, but Berwald had always been content with letting Tino take the reins in the sexual aspect of their relationship. Tino had a sneak suspicion that the man didn't want to scare him off by being demanding, but honestly, he could have done with handing over the reins to Berwald sometimes.

Sometimes, Tino just wanted to be laid on any flat surface and be ravaged. Hell, he wasn't even picky about lying down, but he just wanted to be mercilessly fucked to within an inch of his life. Of course, even after letting Berwald know, the man continued to treat him like he was made of the finest china. He was fed up with letting Berwald know that he wanted it rough sometimes, and for being everything and more that Tino had ever asked for, he sometimes wished that the man would just take a little initiative.

But Oh God! The things he was doing right now! Did his tongue just lick his neck? Oh God!

Tino heard a high pitched whine leave his throat. The nerves trapped in those jaws felt like raw electricity, and he could feel the flow of blood congregating at neck and crotch. This was all his fantasies come true at once. He could die from over-stimulation and they hadn't even started. He was desperate now, trying to bleed a little relief into his aching erection, he rubbed his trapped cock over Berwald's exposed one frantically.

When Berwald felt his wife trying to hump his throbbing meat, he roared. All semblance of the teetering control that he had over his lusty instincts flew away in the wind of Tino's hunger. Growling, he lifted the small Finn over his shoulder and abruptly turned towards the bed. He had made the bed, just this morning but it had been a long time since the sheets had been bathed in the combined cock juice of him and his wife, Berwald intended to rectify that now. He was going to take Tino fourteen times, to make up for all the nights that he had missed the smaller man's body. Berwald was going to bathe in his wife's cum, lick it from him till his body could give no more. He was going to let it run down the entire length of his body so that Tino would know exactly who Berwald belonged to. Berwald was going to make sure that his wife would never again think about him being a potential cheater. Of course not to say that the exact same things weren't going to be done to his pretty little wife. Far too long had he kept his potentially flammable thoughts to himself, but he now realized what a mistake that had been. He had been careful not to let the smaller man be overwhelmed by his feelings, but Tino had thought that he wasn't desirable to Berwald anymore, which couldn't be farther from the truth.

Throwing his prize on the bed, he wasted no time in climbing over the smaller man and pinning him like a butterfly. He saw the smaller man watch him with something akin to fear and trepidation in his eyes, but he was too far gone to care. Snarling, he grasped both lapels of the coat that shielded the delicious body from his lecherous gaze and pulled savagely. The buttons popped off the coat flimsily. The front of the coat having opened, he turned his prey onto his stomach and gripping two great handfuls of the collar on either side, he gave a harsh tug. The garment tore in half like a thin leaf.

After, Berwald managed to get both halves off his prey; he took a look at the clothes that were worn underneath. Silly, frail cloth wouldn't get in the way of the ultimate prize. After, making quick work of the shirt and slacks that his wife wore, he took a moment to survey all the planes and ridges, curves and dips that were his and his alone. He had never felt such a powerful need to possess as he did now. Smirking slightly at his wife, who was quite naked and so delectable, he decided to remove his clothes as well, so that they could enjoy each other's bodies, the way they were always meant to.

Tino was so turned on; it was all he could do to not latch himself onto Berwald's leg and hump himself against it till he came. This was the sexiest side that he had ever seen of his stoic giant and he couldn't help but wonder what he had been missing out. When he had all but ripped the clothes off the Finn's body, Tino had thought that he would embarrass himself from the raw lust and wantonness the Swede exuded and the feeling of utter domination and subjugation he felt under the heavier blond. He coyly looked at the former Viking from under his eyelashes wondering what next act would be performed.

The man repeated the same treatment on his own shirt that he had bestowed on Tino's clothes. All that was left were his unzipped jeans and black wife beater. Tino suddenly felt his mouth pooling with saliva. God, this man looked good enough to eat. With his now fully erect cock brushing the wispy trail of hairs that led up to his belly button, framed by the low hanging jeans that were open to the end of the zip, the hunter suddenly became the hunted. Tino pinned his darkened gaze onto the sea-green eyes of his lover and watched as the man took both the straps of the wife beater and slowly parted it in the middle. The hunger in Tino's eyes only rivaled that in Berwald's. Slowly, Berwald hooked his thumbs into the belt loops, and pulled. His jeans slowly slithered to the floor. Naked and erect, he stood like a proud warrior waiting to plunge into the delicious, hot, tight heat of his captured prey.

Berwald could taste the anticipation thrumming in the air. His prey sat on the bed, his pretty violet eyes lowered, unintentionally giving Berwald a 'come hither' look. Berwald took a deep breath in preparation to show his pretty wife exactly why he was feared as a Viking of Old.

He pounced.

If he had retained a sense of propriety, he would have been horrified at almost injuring his wife, but Berwald's senses were so far gone that the only thing he could think of doing was ravishing the body beneath him.

He quickly sat up on his haunches and turned his prey's body over. The front was pressed against the mattress and his wife was on his knees, forearms cradling his head, as his pink, exposed hole lay twitching for Berwald's perusal. Berwald could see the little dot flutter as if plead for a little respite. Ruthlessly shoving aside all semblance of mercy, Berwald stiffened his tongue to a point and plunged inside the heat of Tino. His prey moaned. He wiggled his tongue around, tasting the area that he could play with and felt his prey shudder.

Tino was in hell. Or he was in heaven that just happened to be hell. He felt Berwald's tongue stab his pucker like a mocking imitation of a cock and had to fight not to come then and there. Went he felt that cursed tongue roll around his insides like a curious mouse, Tino had to fight the desire to buck into Berwald's face. Oh God, he couldn't take this anymore!

Berwald licked his wife's hole. The musky, tangy taste of the hot pink flesh beneath his lips made him moan. He alternated between piercing Tino's hole with his tongue, mimicking the action that would later on send his wife into a frenzy and sucking on the reddened flesh. He then held on to the smaller blond's thighs and let his abused flesh escape with an obscene pop. He stiffly flattened his tongue and gave a languorous lick from the start of Tino's perineum all the way up to his ass crack. Several times, he kept up this slow torture, driving Tino half-mad with desire.

Tino was in a delirium. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. He could only feel. Suddenly, he felt Berwald's teeth close down on the sensitive flesh between his balls and his rectum.

Tino wailed.

Berwald clamped his teeth down and began to suck. And suck. And suck. Tino thrashed wildly above him, but he managed to hold onto the flailing body with admirable restraint. Suddenly, his jaws loosened their grasp of the delectable flesh and he swallowed both of Tino's balls whole.

Tino stiffened above him and began to come.

Thick spurts of semen emptied themselves from Tino's balls and Berwald felt a grim sense of achievement. After Tino finished emptying his balls, Berwald turned the smaller man onto his back and began to suck the softening cock.

When Berwald's mouth closed over his cock, Tino jumped a little. His cock was still sensitive from his surprise orgasm and Tino hoped that Berwald would give him some time to catch his breath. All thoughts of rest seemed to be in vain and Berwald threatened to drag another orgasm from him before he had even finished getting over the first one. The bigger blond licked and sucked expertly along Tino's shaft. He softly bit down on the sensitive head and massaged the elusive bundle of nerves at the tip with his lower lip. He curled his tongue over the thick vein that laid on the underside of Tino's cock and began to slowly stroke him with hard strokes that had Tino's legs clamping behind Berwald's head in a plea for more. Berwald coaxed the soft cock back to raging, throbbing life; a snake charmer knowing exactly how to charm a snake.

Berwald expertly continued rolling, licking and sucking along the smaller blond's shaft. The head was pulled back to reveal the foreskin that got a good tongue lashing from the pink tip of Berwald's tongue. Tino kept screaming throughout this scourge. It felt as though Berwald was trying to ram his tongue down Tino's cock. Nerves that he didn't know he had came alive, and when the taller blond expertly bit down on extra sensitive skin behind his balls, Tino felt his come erupting out of him like a geyser.

Berwald quickly moved his mouth to the tip of Tino's dick and felt the warm spurts of come coat the inner walls of his mouth. His own dick was throbbing and he wanted nothing more than to be buried balls deep in the little Finn. But first he had to give him an experience that he wouldn't forget in a hurry. When his mouth was sufficiently filled with his wife's cum, he turned the smaller man over and quickly parted his ass cheeks. Taking both his index fingers, he quickly hooked them into the puckered hole of his wife and pulled in opposite directions. Lowering his mouth to the convulsing sphincter, he sealed his lips over the flesh and began to empty the load of cum into his wife's backside.

Tino was at a point where he didn't care what Berwald did anymore as long as he continued with this mind-numbing pleasure. Even when he felt Berwald pull his ass cheeks apart, he didn't give any indication of discomfort even though it stung. Berwald sucking on his ass and opening up his pleading orifice had been more than enough to relax him. However, when Tino felt those devilish lips cover his hole and begin to unload his own cream into his hot cavern, he shuddered. He could feel the wet, sticky mess plunge into his depths and he had never felt this erotically taboo. Moaning as he felt Berwald's tongue slick over his gaping hole, he tried to relax his body so to think half-clearly about the situation he was in. Berwald didn't look like he was having any of that though. He felt his fingers slip from his backside as something large, warm and heavy was positioned next to his entrance. Half-heartedly, Tino tried to cant his hips back in order to swallow the huge monster he knew was waiting to devour him. Instead, he felt large hands clamp down on his hips daring him to shift, and slowly but surely he felt the plum-sized cockhead enter and exit his puckered hole. Quickly horrified at this turn of events, Tino understood exactly what Berwald was trying to do.

He was trying to drive Tino mad.

Berwald for his part was acting out a fantasy that he had wanted to for a long time. He had always wanted to torture and tease Tino before plunging straight in and taking the goods but Tino was always too impatient and horny for it to ever take place. The most he could have were a few shallow thrusts here and there before his sexy, little wife demanded Berwald's cock in him so that he could wail his name to the skies. But now, Berwald was the one in control and he was not going to let Tino forget what it was to be married to a Viking. He cruelly pushed past his sphincter only to pull out again. He kept this method of torture going for some time. Some strokes were short and thrusting and brutal. Others were curious, shy and inexplicably gentle. Throughout all of this, Tino kept up his caterwauling like a cat in heat. Whatever the pace of his thrusts, all he did was push the head of his cock into his wife's hot little hole and pull out again. He was so hard. So, so hard. But he could last for quite some time. His wife after all had to be satisfied and reminded exactly why Berwald would never leave him. Humming to himself, he kept up the pillage on his wife's ass, swearing to himself that Tino would never forget the way his cock entered and exited his fleshy bottom.

Tino was getting incredibly aroused once again. He dumbly wondered if this exquisite torture was going to be kept up for more than he could bear. All the trepidation and fear that had passed through him when he had wondered if and whether his husband had ever cheated on him, crumbled into dust. He was so sure that his husband loved him now. He just didn't want to pass out before he saw the extent of Berwald's love for him.

Suddenly, Berwald decided that he was tired of dangling his meat in the neck of Tino's juicy pot. He withdrew his cock from the heated depths and suddenly plunged into the orifice with no warning. Tino squealed like a stuck pig as he felt his bowels molding themselves over the throbbing, raw heat of his husband's pith. Berwald didn't wait for Tino for become accustomed to his cock. He quickly pulled out and slammed back in again.

Tino choked.

He was being driven mad with the sensation. Little hot wires of pleasure and heat kept running up and down his body. Berwald had one hand on his hips, the other bracing his chest molding him back into Berwald. His skin burned. He could feel every thrust from Berwald skitter up his back and into his mind. Slowly he felt an orgasm curl at the base of his balls. Twitching his sphincter suddenly, he tried to clamp on to the cock that was currently drilling into him at and unheard of pace. God, did he want to come. He squeezed again, trying to keep Berwald's cock in him so that he could just come.

When the feeble attempts to keep his cock sucked inside the backside of the smaller man failed, Berwald gave a feral grin. He couldn't imagine the torture that Tino must have going through trying to reach his climax. But no, there were certain things that had to be done first. Gripping Tino's hips hard, the larger man began to rotate his hips in a circular motion, effectively cutting off Tino's protests with a sharp whine.

Tino could feel the ridges of Berwald's cock grating against his insides. He could feel his prostrate being hit with every rotation and blearily asked himself if he could get an illness from the amount of pressure being applied on the small, glorious bump. He suddenly stiffened when Berwald began to turn him on his cock and gave a short, sharp scream. The volume of that scream began to rise to a point where even Berwald couldn't hear his pretty, little wife. Tino's eyes were rolling back in his head and his whole body was wracked with tremors. Berwald had never felt more pleased with himself.

Now that Tino was facing Berwald, he could see the wild, savage look in his eye. He couldn't believe that Berwald had just rotated him like fowl over a spit. He choked back a scream as Berwald pounded yet another forceful ram into his pliant, subjugated body and felt his eyes rolling back into his head. Suddenly, he was pulled forward and he found himself with one hand around his waist like a steel band, another one playing with his nipples, pulling and twisting ferociously and a mouth at his neck, biting down on soft skin.

Berwald was in heaven. The only way to show Tino his love was to completely immobilize him and shower him with physical sensations that he would not be able to deny. Slowly, he pushed into his prey, twisting a delicious nipple and biting down on the tender flesh of his neck at the same time.

Tino mewled like a helpless kitten.

Berwald gradually began to increase his pace, never once letting up on the biting or the alternative twisting of Tino's nipples. He slammed and slammed and slammed into the younger man with the ferocity of a lion. Tino's head was thrown back at an unnatural angle, but he felt nothing of it. Being pounded to within an inch of his life had robbed any sensibilities that he had previously possessed. Every stroke of Berwald brushed against his cock and prostrate at the same time. Tino felt whorls of fire and pleasure spiral from his prostrate deep with him. Every brush sent electricity sparking through his nerves and the only thing he could do was take the brutal pounding. He had lost count of the number of times that he had involuntarily come. The only thing he could do now was to wait for Berwald to finish his continuous assault on his body.

Berwald finally felt the tightening in his balls. He could feel the orgasm snake its way up his spine. Letting go of the mottled, abused flesh of Tino's neck, he spoke, "Jag kommer (I'm coming)." He pounded his piece of meat a few more times into the soft gaping flesh of Tino's hole before he grabbed Tino's cock and twisted the head.

Tino erupted.

It was glorious. The intensity of the orgasm blinded him. White light was all he saw for a few moments as his body strove to milk the orgasm for all it was worth. He spurted and spurted like a geyser, bathing Berwald and himself in thick, white ropes of come. He felt Berwald pounding his ass throughout his orgasm and suddenly stiffened in surprise when the older blond began to come in his ass. He moaned loudly, loving the feel of fresh sperm coating his insides. As if on reflex, a dry orgasm wracked his body, spent prick furiously trying to wring out the last drops of come from his body. Berwald shifted slightly and Tino felt his cum being sloshed around. He moaned once again and Berwald lifted him off his cock and lay him down on the bed. He peppered Tino's body with light kisses and Tino wondered how he could feel those after the pleasure overload that his brain had been subjected to. He was under the impression that his nerves had fried.

"Damn, the only thing I want to do is sleep right now." He mumbled sleepily.

"Jag tror inte att du sover tills du har kommit fjorton gånger. En för varje natt att du lämnat mig. (I do not think you are sleeping until you have come fourteen times. One for every night that you left me)." The bigger man murmured, his voice as dark as sin, promising many dangerous things that would be done to the flesh.

Tino began to involuntarily shiver. The desire pooled low in his belly and he couldn't stop the wanton moan that slipped out of his mouth at the thought of the dark things that would be done to his body to coax out the remaining orgasms. He just hoped that Berwald would stop once he was too senseless to enjoy it and would wait for Tino to get up until he could begin his ravaging on Tino's body once again.

He shivered as the larger man began his descent to Tino's flaccid cock…

Tino's eyes were blurry as he opened them. He saw light filtering into the bedroom but there was too much of it to be early morning. He felt warm, much warmer than usual, and he could feel a large arm over his waist, the hand gently caressing his chest. He tried to move around wanting to see his husband but didn't get far. His body felt like it was made of marshmallow. Slowly, and with great difficulty, he managed to turn on his side and face his husband, who hand had shifted to tenderly stroke his face. The arm that Tino was leaning on slowly drew him closer to the broad chest.

"How are ya feeling, Tino?"

"Luxurious." Replied Tino with a slight shame-faced grin. "I don't think that I've ever had a sleep like that. I have to thank you for it."

"I'm gladjya gotchya full rest," his husband mumbled with a small smile. "ya slept stra'ght fer tw'lve hours."

Tino's eye widened comically. "Twelve hours? Oh Ber, why didn't you wake me up? I was supposed to be at the office today at eight sharp!" Tino immediately tried to scramble out of bed, trying to untangle his legs from the sheets in vain. The large hand of his husband came to rest on his shoulder and Tino impatiently tried to brush it off. "I'm late, dammit. I've got to get going!" he whined petulantly, all the while trying to escape the snare of the sheets.

"Yest'rday was tha last day you were wanted at the office." The deep baritone filtered through the muddle and panic of Tino's mind. He stopped trying to extricate himself from the wilderness of the bedding and looked up into his husband's face. After processing what was said for the second time, he slowly relaxed into the bedding and calmed down. "Oh, I thought I was going to have to go running all the way to the office. Thank you, Ber." He languorously stretched his arms above his head and captured Berwald's face for a short but sweet morning kiss. Berwald however, had no intention of letting go. He slowly shifted Tino's weight against his chest and deepened the kiss. Little bites were given, tongues were coaxed and mouths were laved. Tino tilted his head just a bit and moaned softly as Berwald gently swept his mouth with the tip of his tongue. Finally, when air became a necessity for the both of them, they pulled back and looked at each other.

"Last night was absolutely fantastic." Tino murmured into Berwald's chest. "I really needed the reminder to know that you still loved me." Berwald gave a gentle smile. He knew how much his reaffirmation the previous night meant to the smaller man. "Ah hope ya know that Ah'm nev'r letting ya go." He spoke softly into the head of hair that felt like silk against his lips.

"I know I wouldn't have it any other way." Tino smiled shyly and looked up at Berwald. "I now know the depth of your love for me."

Berwald gazed back at him, sea-green eyes memorizing the well-loved face. "Ya now know th' extent of the Northern Lion's love for you." He amended. The two of them basked in each other's embrace silent and contemplative.

There would be no more misconceptions.