Chapter 12 (Rated R, like serious R)

Another week flew by and the Emperor's celebration was fast approaching. Mozart and Salieri only had another two and a half weeks before their Sonata was due but they were not worried. Their work was actually ahead of schedule with the fifth movement completed and now they only had the final sixth to write and they would be done. Salieri expected to have the Sonata completed within another week which would give them lots of time to review it as a whole and make any revisions.

Salieri was currently on his way to Mozart's apartment. Mozart had invited him again for dinner and this time he meant to stay. It was still early in the afternoon and they were going to work on the Sonata before eating together but today was more for relaxation and enjoying each other company then work, at least that's what Mozart had implied. Salieri couldn't help but think of the changes in his relationship with Mozart. The reality that he was in an intimate relationship with the man still floored him at times but he admitted to himself that he was happy, happier then he had been in a long time. Their intimacy level, however, had not moved passed kissing and touching and Salieri was starting to think that he was doing something wrong. He was in foreign territory with this and although he knew the basics regarding sex between two men, he had no experience to fall back on. Was Mozart waiting for him to initiate the next step? Or was this normal. Salieri was a bit nervous but wanted to move forward with their intimacy, he just had no idea how to approach the subject with Mozart. Salieri wasn't exactly the type of person to talk openly about sexual matters.

Salieri pushed those thoughts aside as he finally arrived at the Weber boarding house and went up to knock on the door. It was opened a few moments later by a grinning Mozart and he was quickly ushered inside. Soon they were in Mozart's apartment once again and working quietly on the beginning of the sixth moment.

As they worked, Salieri couldn't help but notice how silent the house seemed. The last time he had been here he had often heard the Weber sisters up and about in the house, calling to one another or singing as they worked. Cacilia Weber's shrill voice would often carry through the walls at times as she barked her orders. He glanced over to Mozart.

"Not that I'm complaining, but its very quite here"

Mozart looked up from his music sheet at Salieri's unspoken question. "Oh, well that's because Constance and her sisters are out visiting some friends, some sort of dinner tea party thing, and Cacilia when to visit an old friend who is ill. There's no one else but me staying at the house for the moment and I told them I'd be fine here by myself for the evening. They will all be back later on tonight. At least with them all gone I was able to use the large kitchen to get dinner made instead of having to use my smaller kitchenette".

"Oh, alright" Salieri turned back to his work, somewhat relieved that he would not have to deal with the Weber women tonight. Mozart and Salieri continued their work for several more hours and soon it was time for dinner.

Mozart got up first and started setting the table for their meal. "Is there anything I can help with" Salieri asked, not sure what he could do but he didn't want to just sit there useless.

"You can grab us some drinks if you like, there are glasses and some wine in the kitchenette. I'll be right back, I have to go down to the kitchen to get the food".

Mozart quickly left and Salieri went to fetch the glasses and wine. After a few minutes Mozart returned with a steaming roasting pan and a fresh loaf of bread tucked under his arm. Mozart carefully set the hot pan on the table and used a knife to cut several slices of bread. Salieri moved over to the table and poured their drinks. Whatever it was that Mozart had cooked it smelled very good and Salieri's stomach growled at the mouth watering aroma. Soon they were seated and Mozart began dishing out the meal.

"This looks delicious Mozart" Salieri stated as he looked over the food. The roasting pan was filled with roast beef, potatoes and vegetables in a thick dark sauce. Mozart smiled at the compliment and they began to eat. When they finished, Salieri complimented Mozart again on the wonderful meal, it had tasted very good and Salieri had not expected the other man to be such a descent cook.

"Thank you, but I can't take all the credit. After I asked you to come back for dinner I went to Mrs. Maris for some help. She gave me this recipe and some pointers on how to cook it" Mozart stated sheepishly as he stood up to collect the dishes.

"Still, it was a fine meal, well done Mozart" Salieri started to stand up to help Mozart with the dishes but Mozart waved him back down and just grabbed everything quickly, taking it back into his small kitchenette. Mozart returned a moment later holding a deck of cards.

"You play?" He asked as he took his seat across from Salieri once again.

"Of course" Salieri responded "Are we playing for anything, money or chips?"

Mozart leaned over the table slightly with a mischievous smile. "No, we're not going to play for that, we're going to play for clothes".

Salieri lifted an eyebrow "Clothes?"

Mozart's eye's darkened and his smile widened, showing white teeth. "Yes, for clothes. If you win a hand then I have to take off an item of clothing and if I win you have to do the same. Whoever loses all their clothes first is the loser of the game". Salieri stared into Mozart's gleaming eyes and felt himself grow hot at the thought of Mozart lounging across from him naked. Salieri cleared his throat.

"Don't you think such a game is rather juvenile."

Mozart looked at him as he shuffled the cards. "What, your not afraid to play me are you Salieri?" Mozart stated challengingly.

Salieri eyes narrowed at Mozart's challenge. All right, if Mozart wanted to play then he would play. "Find then, its your deal Mozart". Mozart just smiled and dealt out the cards.

...40 minutes later...

Mozart glared down at his hand. This was not going at all like he had planed. He looked up to watch Salieri, the man's face the perfect picture of serine calmness as he looked at his cards. Damn, Mozart had thought up this game as a way to progress their level of intimacy further. He had planed to get them both undressing slowly in fun to help ease any pressure and then once the game was finished he had planed to make his move. The game, however, was not progressing like he'd intended. He looked down at himself and scowled. All he had felt on him were his trousers and shirt and Salieri was still almost fully dressed. The man had only lost his shoes and a sock! What had possessed him to think that he could beat Salieri at cards, the man lived wearing a porker face every day for crying out loud.

Mozart huffed out a breath. Well, he wasn't going to lose this hand, no way! Salieri would be taking off more clothes for sure this time. Mozart laid out his hand with a victorious smile. Salieri looked down at the cards and back to him, his expression completely unreadable. Salieri slowly laid his hand on the table and then smirked, his eyes dancing with laughter. Mozart looked down, Unbelievable! He's beaten me again!

"Alright, there's no way your this good, your cheating somehow Salieri, I know it " Mozart stated irritably. Salieri just quirked an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms lazily.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, its not my fault you can't play. You may be an excellent composer Mozart…but you 're pitiful at cards" Salieri laughed outright at Mozart's indignant expression. "I believe you have lost this round" Salieri stated as he looked pointedly at Mozart's remaining clothes.

Alright then, change of plans. If Mozart couldn't beat Salieri at this game then he'd find another way to get the man worked up. Mozart stood up from his chair. "Your right, I lost and I must pay the price" Mozart gave Salieri a heated look as he slowly untied the laces of his shirt. He ran his hands down his chest and slowly brought the material up over his abdomen and over his head and let the shirt slide off his arms to the floor. Now the only clothes Mozart had on was his tight fitting trousers that left little to the imagination. One more lost game and he'd have nothing on at all.

Mozart could feel Salieri's gaze on him and looked over to see the man's eyes roaming over his exposed skin. Salieri's porker face dropped and his eyes burned with desire. It made Mozart's blood run hot so see Salieri looking at him so wantonly but he had to wait, their game wasn't finished yet. Mozart sat back down and picked up the cards. He quickly shuffled them again and dealt.

Salieri swallowed hard as he watched Mozart slide back into his chair. Staring at all Mozart's smooth bare skin was starting to make his body ache in need and from Mozart's knowing look, he wasn't doing a very good job of hiding that fact. What was he suppose to do, not stare? The man had made quite a show of taking off his shirt and Salieri's gaze was helplessly drawn to the sight, watching as inch after inch of light golden skin was revealed.

Salieri quickly looked back down at the hand he'd been dealt. At first he had been highly amused as Mozart's little game backfired on him, watching as the man's expressions became more and more incensed as he continued to lose. Salieri had been able to keep his composer but inside he had been laughing, he couldn't help it. Mozart's face was so expressive, which was a horrible trait to have when playing cards. No doubt Mozart had meant to get him disrobing and not the other way around. Salieri's amusement however had transformed into a building desire as more and more of Mozart was revealed before his eyes. Now the man was nearly naked and it was getting harder to concentrate. The tension between them had risen to a dense sexual level and Salieri had a feeling that something far more pleasurable then a card game was going to occur soon.

Salieri looked down at the table as Mozart laid his cards out. Salieri looked back at his own, he had Mozart beat. Salieri took a deep breath. He new the moment the cards left his fingers all bets were off. Looking back up into Mozart's heated expression he put his cards down. Mozart took one glance at them and then moved up out of his chair in a fluid motion. Salieri watched as he walked around the table, slowly unbuttoning his trousers and letting them fall slightly rest on his hipbones. Salieri felt his mouth go dry and unconsciously licked his lips. Within moments Mozart was standing beside him. Mozart reached down and took hold of Salieri's collar, using it to pull him up out of his chair. Salieri stood with Mozart just inches away, not moving as he watched Mozart slide his free hand to his trousers, hitching a thumb underneath and pushing them down slightly further.

"I lost" Mozart whispered as he closed the distance between them, pressing up against Salieri lightly.

"Yes, you did" Salieri responded breathlessly. "Now that our game is over, perhaps…we could move ourselves…somewhere more comfortable".

Mozart's eyes darkened at Salieri's request. His patience and composer seemed to snap and he grabbed hold of Salieri's hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. Mozart lead him into the smaller room which held a large bed, two small tables and a wardrobe. Salieri heard the click of a lock after the door closed, feeling excited and nervous at what was about to occur. Mozart brought him over to the bed and looked seriously into his eyes. "Salieri, are you ok with this? you better tell me now because if we go any further I don't think I'll be able to stop".

Salieri stared into Mozart's passionate gaze. He felt a warmth go through him that had nothing to do with sexual arousal. Despite the fact that Mozart obviously wanted him he was still concerned about his comfort and feelings. Salieri could say he wasn't ready for this and he knew that Mozart would respect that and stop. That knowledge only made Salieri want him more. Salieri moved to cup Mozart face with his hand and gave him a slow, passionate kiss. A few moments later he broke away slightly.

"I want this Mozart, I want you" Salieri whispered, staring into Mozart's eyes, letting him see the truth and his desire for the other man.

Salieri's breath caught as Mozart began to undress him. First his overcoat, then his vest, and finally his shirt was removed until they were both standing together in just their trousers. Mozart guided him onto the bed and Salieri laid back as Mozart pressed down on top of him. They kissed passionately for a while, almost as if Mozart was still afraid that pushing him to far would cause him to bolt.

"If you don't start touching me soon I may have to take care of myself" Salieri moaned out as he dragged his hands down Mozart's back, lightly scoring the skin with his nails. Mozart hissed in pleasure at the feeling and let out a light laugh.

"We can't have that now can we" Mozart smirked as he moved down Salieri's body, kissing and licking his way to Salieri's navel. Salieri couldn't stop from watching as Mozart slowly unbuttoned his trousers and moved to pull them down. God this is it, we're really going to do this. Salieri heart pounded as his pants were removed, his face heating up as he was striped bare. Mozart quickly shimmied out of his own pants and stared down at Salieri's naked form.

"God you are gorgeous" Mozart breathed at his started moving back up Salieri's body. Salieri flushed red but pushed his embarrassment aside and lifted himself up to meet Mozart, their mouths coming together in a passionate kiss. Mozart pushed Salieri back down onto the sheets and moved a hand down to stoke Salieri's hardness, watching as the Salieri's head fell back onto the pillow and his eyes burn with need. Just looking at Salieri's reactions were enough to drive him insane with desire. Mozart knew he had better move this along or neither one of them would last long enough to do everything Mozart had planned. Mozart quickly leaned off to the side and grabbed a small pot of oil off his night table.

Mozart leaned over until he was face to face with Salieri once again. Running a soothing hand through Salieri's hair he pulled off the tie and carded his fingers through the dark silky mass. Mozart gave Salieri and light kiss and looked into his eyes "This might be uncomfortable at first but trust me it gets so much better".

Salieri brought a hand up to squeeze Mozart's arm and nodded. Mozart took Salieri's hand and kissed the palm and crawled down his body once more. As Mozart began to prepare Salieri, Salieri couldn't help but grimace at the burn. The discomfort wasn't horrible but Salieri could feel his arousal diminish at the strange feelings. Suddenly his arousal was engulfed in searing wet heat and Salieri cried out at the sudden unexpected sensation. He looked down to see Mozart mouth on him and all feelings of discomfort fled. Salieri arched off the bed slightly, his hands clutching at the sheets as Mozart worked him back into a raging need, his body taut as pleasure coursed through him.

Mozart looked up to watch as Salieri tried to hold himself back, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat and quivering with desire. Mozart smiled and hummed a bit, making Salieri moan at the vibrations. Mozart had wanted to keep Salieri distracted while he prepared him and it looked like he had succeeded. It was a good thing too because watching as Salieri lost himself in his passion, seeing his expressions of sweet ecstasy had pushed Mozart to his breaking point. He needed to be in Salieri now. Moving his mouth off Salieri, Mozart moved to position himself. He hooked Salieri's leg around his waist and leaned forward so that they were eye level. Mozart took hold of Salieri's hand and intertwined their fingers as he carefully moved inside of Salieri. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, the tight heat nearly breaking the fragile hold he had on his control. He moved slowly, not wanting to hurt Salieri but it was damn near killing him.

Salieri breath hitched and he closed his eyes as he felt Mozart move inside him. The burn was uncomfortable but it faded quickly as it was replaced by the incredible sensations running through him at every one of Mozart's thrusts. Suddenly Mozart shifted and Salieri felt him hit something inside that sent white hot pleasure searing through his body. Salieri groaned out and clutched Mozart's back at the sensation, his nails biting into the skin.

"D-Do that again" Salieri moaned out, trying to move his body into the right angle. "Damn it Mozart move faster, I'm not made of glass, I won't break" Salieri growled as he shifted, trying to bring them closer together, to get Mozart to bloody move faster. Mozart looked down Salieri in surprise and huffed out a laugh.

"Your wish…is my command" And Mozart did exactly that. Soon both men could do nothing but move and feel as their pace quickened, their passions taking them higher and higher until finally Salieri cried out, arching off the sheets as he came. Mozart soon followed moaning low and he collapsed onto the bed beside Salieri, both men heaving as they tried to catch their breath and calm their racing hearts.

After a few minutes Mozart moved onto his side and looked over at Salieri. The man hadn't moved yet and his eyes remained closed. Mozart reached over and brushed away several strains of long hair that had clung to Salieri's face and ran his finger tips over Salieri's parted lips. Salieri opened his eyes and looked over to Mozart, a tired and satisfied look on his face as he gave Mozart a small smile.

"That was…different"

Mozart eyes widened at Salieri's playful tone. "I hope you mean that it was different in the sense that it was the most incredibly remarkable different sex you've ever had in your life" Mozart said in mock outrage. Salieri eyes crinkled as he laughed lightly.

Mozart grabbed a pillow and whacked him lightly on the shoulder, laughing as Salieri put his hands up in surrender. Mozart flopped back down on the bed beside Salieri with his head turned so they could still look at one another and sighed.

"Good lord is there no pleasing you?" Mozart exclaimed dramatically, trying to look serious but failing as his face broke into a grin.

"On the contrary, I'm quite pleased" Salieri whispered "Thank you Mozart". Salieri wasn't sure what exactly he was thanking Mozart for, it just felt like the right thing to say. Mozart gave him a tender look and they both laid there together for a time, lightly caressing each other as their bodies recovered. Mozart felt himself start to fall asleep when the bed shifted. He looked over to see Salieri get up and start collecting his clothes. Mozart looked to the window and realized it was much later then he'd thought.

Mozart watched as Salieri cleaned himself up the best he could and got dressed. Salieri sat back down on the bed as he put on his stockings. Mozart came up behind him and drew him into a hug.

"I wish you didn't have to go" Mozart whispered into Salieri's back. Salieri turned around to face Mozart.

"I can't stay Mozart, you know I can't. The girls will be back any time now and we can't afford to raise suspicion. I barely look presentable as it is, and I can only imagine what they would think if they saw me leaving your apartment in the early morning."

Mozart sighed and let go of Salieri. "I know, I just wish we didn't have to hide."

"This is the way it has to be Mozart. It's the only way to protect us both. You understand that, don't you". Mozart nodded and Salieri forced himself up. He didn't want to leave either, not after what they had shared but he knew it was the smart thing to do. A scandal like this could ruin both there careers if it ever became public and Salieri wouldn't let that happen.

Mozart grabbed his trousers and put them on as Salieri went back out to the living area to collect his things. Mozart followed him as he made his way to the door. Salieri stopped a few feet before it, looking back at Mozart. Mozart looked dishevelled with his hair sticking out at odd angles and his trousers haphazardly put on. Salieri wanted nothing more then to take him and go back into the bedroom. His expression must have reflected his feelings for Mozart moved forward and wrapped his arms around him again. He gave Salieri a intense kiss and pulled back slightly.

"You'd better go, before my willpower gives out and I end up tying you to the bed to keep you here" Mozart whispered against his cheek.

Salieri's pulse raced at that thought and he pulled away from Mozart before he lost control. He needed to leave now, before he lost the will to. Salieri gave Mozart's hand a gentle squeeze and grabbed the door handle, opening it slightly.

"I'll see you tomorrow Mozart"

Salieri left the apartment, closing the door firmly behind him. Taking a deep breath, Salieri made his way down the hall and out of the Weber household, fighting the urge to go back at every step.