Kiss me Kill me

Warning: Slash! This means Male/Male sex. No like, no read. This is Lemon, which mean they do it, they go all the way. Er, Oral, Anal, referenced crossdressing. Slightly PWP-ish and iffy OOC. Heh, I tried. Slashing 2 het guys in charecter is nearly impossible.
Erik, Nadir, that lot is (c) er, Gaston Leroux, I reckon, as it's his version I'm borrowing. This story and the hot sexing therein is (c) me.

"So you've come to kill me, Daroga. How unfortunate. For you."

"So it would seem, Erik. But I'd really rather not."

"And so…?"

"And so I dress this corpse" a gesture at the vague form behind him "in your clothes and you don the, rather modified, set of my wife's I brought, veil and all, and we leave this country forever. "

"We?"

"We. The truth might eventually come out and I'd rather not die, now or later."

"Likewise."

With no further preamble, he began unbuttoning his coat, opening his vest, and untying his cravat. With each piece of clothing, the Persian found it harder not to stare as shapely muscles and elegantly intriguing planes and dips became clearer.

"Go ahead and look, I see the furtive glances you're trying to sneak. I'll even give you the full view." he slipped the mask off, now standing in nothing but trousers.

Expecting revulsion, or at the very most disgusted pity, he was shocked at the slightly glazed look of desire in Nadir's eyes and the barely visible stirring of robes. A hand slowly snaked around his neck, pulling gently down and forward, until soft lips brushed pale. Erik jerked up, astonished, amazed. "Y-y-you kissed me. Willingly."

"I want to kiss you Erik. Everywhere. Not just here" a small kiss to the neck "or here" now collarbone "or here" a slow swipe of tongue over hardened pink nipple, hands sliding lower, past the too-thin waist and over slender hips "but right…" and the rest was lost as he dropped to his knees and covered the taller man's cock with soft kisses, drawing it a few inches into his mouth and licking the underside gently. Erik moaned softly in pleasure, arching slightly as his member awakened fully in scant seconds. He buried his bony hands in Nadir's thick, dark hair, unwittingly thrusting into the other's mouth. He tensed, nearly ready to come, when Nadir suddenly pulled away and straightened.

"Turn around" he murmured and slid the already-unbuttoned slacks from Erik's slim hips while he made quick work of Nadir's robes. "Go on…" Slowly he shifted, spinning as Nadir prepared himself with his own pre-cum and slipped first one, then two fingers into Erik. "This'll only hurt a little…" he said softly into his ear, sliding in. Slight, sharp pain and then inexplicable pleasure as Nadir thrust in and hit something, something tender, something wonderful, "Again, oh god, harder" he found himself grunting desperately. "Please…" Nadir reached forward, softly grabbing and stroking in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. "Umhhhhh" a strangled cry from one, then the other and they lay still.

"We've not much time… They'll start to look into why one of our bodies hasn't turned up yet. Let's get 'mine' dressed and floating."

"Whatever you say, my 'wife'."

Notes:

1) style kinda changes midstream… I wrote 1 part before errands and one after…

2) The title sorta comes from the U2 song(?) "Hold me Thrill Me Kiss me Kill me". I'm not really a U2 fan(as in I've only knowingly listed to one of their songs…), but the entire thing came from that one phrase popping into my mind, so…stay it does.