((Lemons abound! Explicit content follows, so just be forewarned if this isn't your thing.))

"Good evening, Cain," Isaak purred, stepping through his bedroom door, finding the blond painting one of his lovely pictures. Cain looked up when he came in, and smiled.

"Isaak," he said simply, and rose from his chair to embrace the man.

"It is getting dark," he turned on a lamp, "and yet it does not bother you?"

"No. Not for the last two months."

"And the nightmares?"

"They were gone the night after I first saw you. Your samurai chased them away for me, remember? Did you come to tuck me in for the night?" he clutched Isaak close to him, "Or... Is it something else?" Cain licked his lips involuntarily. Oh, he desired Isaak greatly. Everything about the man made him hot in ways he couldn't ever remember feeling before, and sent his mind reeling with a hundred different positions he wanted Isaak in.

"No, forgive me, but I could not bring myself to go as far as you are suggesting here... No... Perhaps I can convince them to allow me to take you back to my home? And then... Then..." he chuckled, blushing slightly, and Cain leaned in.

"Say it. Go ahead. No one can hear you... Just me. I'd like to hear you talk dirty..."

"Very well..." the blush that lit his face was adorable, and he was smiling as he leaned up to whisper in Cain's ear, "I will gladly let you fuck me on the kitchen table if that is what you desire... And I will have you wherever I want... In the bedroom... The bathroom... The living room floor and—" his back hit the wall, which surprised him because he wasn't even aware that Cain was moving him.

"Against the entryway wall? I don't think we'd get any further than that," Cain whispered back, leaning in so they were nose-to-nose, sharing breath, their eyes half closed as they clutched each other tightly, "Please, Isaak... Will you let me take you to bed?"

"Per-perhaps now would not be a bad idea... As long as we keep it quiet..."

"Lilith won't be around until close to two in the morning. We have plenty of time. And that's the only time she checks on me. If you hide for those few minutes, you can stay all night."

"Good, because... Suddenly, my jacket is a touch too warm... However... Penetration is not a good idea unless you have lubrication..."

"No, but that's all right," he was glad that his clothes were thin, and he could feel every twitch of muscle as Isaak peeled off his jacket, the warmth of the dark-haired man's body not hidden in the slightest, "We'll make do... I have two hands..."

"I hear artists are wonderful with their hands..." their lips brushed as they spoke, Isaak's eyes closed as he tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, pressing open mouths together, breath catching in his chest as lips and tongue were molded together. Cain rocked his hips just a little, moaning softly, his hands migrating from Isaak's narrow hips to his waist, delicately sliding the shirt from the waist of his pants, his broad hand meeting the hot, pale flesh of Isaak's body, tracing his ribs along his side. Isaak gasped, and deepened the kiss further, threading a hand into Cain's long, blond hair, the other pulling the white, long-sleeved shirt up Cain's back, clutching his bare shoulder blade, suddenly short of breath.

"Buttons are a pain..." Cain mumbled in a breathy voice.

"I was... Not planning to be undressing before bed... mein Schatz..." Isaak gasped, and roughly jerked the button-up shirt over his head, tossing it to the side, "There... Gone... Now..." using the wall as leverage, he thrust himself against Cain and they toppled to the floor, with him sprawling across the blond, snagging a messy, heated kiss, his slender fingers desperately working to get Cain out of the flimsy shirt he wore, only breaking the kiss as Cain stretched his arms over his head to remove it, leaving himself exposed and tilting his head back as Isaak worked his way down, nipping at his jawline, sliding down the side of his neck, pressing his cheek to Cain's collarbone. Then, with one smooth, sensuous movement, he slid down further, level with his navel, just above the waist of his pants, and gazed up at his lover with a sinfully devious smile as Cain watched him, his blue eyes alight with an electric gleam.

"You wish for me to go..." his left hand caressed his pantline, "Lower?" and traced his hipbone, following that line to barely brush past his groin, falling to his inner thigh. Cain bent both knees, holding Isaak between them, putting more pressure on his now straining, rigid length, leaning his head back again,

"Yes..." teeth on the skin of his lower abdomen as Isaak slowly peeled his pants down made him gasp, his member pulling free and he lifted up slightly to help Isaak rid him of his pants. "Oh..." he tensed noticeably as Isaak slid his tongue over the head, pulling it into his mouth with the wet muscle and sucking, just softly. Cain fought to keep still, to let Isaak do as he pleased, as Isaak slowly swallowed him entirely, taking it so slow, a sensation he'd never felt before followed each stroke of his skilled tongue, along the wet line made by his tongue as it pressed against the bulging vein, the clench of his lips just behind the head as he pulled up. It felt like... Burning that was almost cold. Or, intense cold that felt warm. He felt it to the bottoms of his feet. It made him gasp, made him bite on the back of his wrist to keep from vocalizing his pleasure too loudly. He forced it out in hot, heavy gasps, his eyes closed tightly.

Isaak's throat clenched on him as he swallowed, his tongue pressing his member against the roof of his mouth, making the sharpness of his teeth apparent on Cain's skin. Both of Cain's hands were clutching his own hair so he didn't hinder Isaak's already fantastic motions.

"God..." a gentle hand ghosted across his sensitive skin, down his stomach and stopping right beside Isaak's suckling mouth, pushing just slightly and thumb and forefinger tightening around the base as he pulled up and off of it completely. "Isaak... Don't stop... Please..."

"In time, my dearest love..." he purred softly, sweeping his long hair to one side as he made his way back up, prowling like a lithe cat, and fell into Cain's embrace, sharing the taste of the blond between them, Cain clenching his rear in both hands, grinding Isaak against his erection. Isaak gasped, and Cain rolled them over, pinning Isaak to the floor. He unclasped the black leather belt keeping Isaak's pants neatly in place, tracing his zipper where his erection pushed hard against his silk boxers. It was Isaak's turn to gasp then when the tips of Cain's fingers pressed gently, loosing his button and taking the zipper between his fingers, changing his mind and lowering himself to take it between his teeth instead. Isaak's dark eyes widened as he watched the zipper come down, as Cain parted the expensive fabric and slipped his hand inside, putting more pressure on Isaak's member, rubbing back and forth. Isaak grasped his wrist, closing his eyes and smiling contently.

Cain kissed him gently, and leaned over him, stripping his pants and underwear, automatically grasping his length in a tight fist, stroking with strong, slow strokes. Isaak sighed deeply, and yet Cain still didn't feel as if he could top Isaak's fantastic mouth, reaching up with the tip of his finger to sweep some of the thick, clear precome that had welled up at the tip. To his slight surprise—only because he never thought he'd ever meet someone like this—Isaak hadn't been circumcised. So, using this to his advantage, he slipped the tip of his finger between the head of Isaak's member and his foreskin. Isaak gasped softly, and wrapped his arms around Cain's neck, drowning other heated gasps and moans in the blond's mouth. Cain pulled the tightly stretched skin back, exposing the swollen, ruddy-colored head of his erection, grasping both his and Isaak's in the same hand and crushing them together. He gave a short, pronounced gasp and so did Isaak.

"Th-the bed might be a little more comfortable... Would it not?" Isaak gasped. Cain smiled, nodding, and dragged Isaak to his feet, still fisting them both tightly. Cain stumbled and fell against Isaak, knocking them both onto the bed, and he finally released them, dragging Isaak up so his head rested on the plush pillows, locking lips with him, their tongues grappling, and Isaak parted his legs willingly, embracing Cain with one arm while the other held his hair tightly, not allowing him to break the kiss. Cain thrust against him, and both moaned, not noting how loud they might have been at the time, just adoring the friction between them, quickly made slick in some places by leaked precome. Isaak locked his ankles behind Cain's back tightly, arching his back and rolling his hips against Cain's thrusts, doing all he could to enhance this wonderful feeling. He hadn't felt this good in years. Cain's gasps were becoming more ragged, saliva dribbling from the corner of Isaak's mouth where their kisses became more sloppy, more needy.

"Ah... Ah, Isaak..." Cain gasped against his cheek, both arms around Isaak's back and loving the tugs on his hair as Isaak arched and gave a soft, repressed moan. He forced them both hard against the bed, rocking his hips slowly, but firmly, a thin film of sweat making it all the more arousing. He bit at the juncture of Isaak's neck and shoulder, leaving a mark that would surely bruise, but Isaak's nails were buried in the flesh of his left shoulder as his gasping became more like incoherent mutterings, probably partially in German, falling on Cain's ear just as Cain's own labored breathing did on Isaak's. He rocked faster, tension building in him, his legs tightening and his grip on Isaak pinning the poet against him. Isaak suddenly arched, his legs unlocking, his lips wide in a silent scream, strangled gasping pushing its way through as he writhed with released ecstasy, clawing Cain's flesh. Cain snarled and hid a loud cry of passion in Isaak's skin, bucking frantically and crushing the poet to his chest, smearing his own release and Isaak's between their bodies.

Both men, gasping, collapsed in a heap of limbs and long hair and sweat-covered skin, smiles on their faces, holding each other gently.

"That was absolutely wonderful, Cain..." Isaak muttered, siding his fingers through Cain's mussed blond hair to straighten it out just a little bit. Cain sighed.

"I'd love to do more than that to you in the future. The sooner, the better..."

"And you will. I will take you back to my home, and we will do so much more... So much. I have an entire bottle of strawberry lube that I have not found a use for... Something tells me that we will have need of it." They kissed, and Cain rolled to his side, holding Isaak closely,

"Strawberry? I'm curious what that might be like to lick off you..."

"Or out of me..." Isaak smirked, closing his eyes, "What time is it?"

"Midnight..." According to the fluorescent numbers on his digital, bedside clock.

"Two hours until she comes... And then what? How will we know when to wake up? Unless we just stay awake, and wait for her... And then I have to be out of here before she comes in to get you up in the morning."

"You know... Maybe it's not such a bad thing if she catches us together. I'm allowed to have whoever I want in my room, and if she finds us both together like this... At least it'll be more proof that I'm back to normal. I don't care what she thinks of me sleeping with another man. Knowing her, she already knew I was crushing on you from the day I met you. The samurai looked like you, remember?"

"Yes, I do..." he said softly, still feeling the after-effects of a satisfactory finish, yawning tiredly, "Then, if you are not bothered by her knowing, neither am I... Shall we get some rest?" Cain nodded and slipped his arm around Isaak's waist, drawing him closer, draping the blankets loosely over them, and reaching over to turn off the lamp, casting the room in complete darkness.