Author Note: So the "real world" got in the way so it took me forever to post another chapter. I am terribly sorry. A big Thank you for everyone who left me a review. I love the idea of this pairing and I just have to take it as far as I possibly can. Oh and if not previously mentioned this is rated mature for a big reason. So sit back, relax and enjoy the smutty goodness I added in this chapter. Please read and review.
The ship ride back to Bowerstone was an awkward one. Darrin was to guilt stricken to say a word to Sparrow and Sparrow to ashamed to so much as look at Darrin. He was more then ashamed, he was confused beyond all reason. Fact was, he had sex with a man. That he could even come to terms with in time. But no, not only had he had sex with a member of his gender, but with a man that he had considered his sworn enemy. You could only blame so much on the alcohol. Half way through the incident he was sober enough to stop it but in all blatant honesty he didn't want to. When they finally arrived at Bowerstone market his eyes scanned the random townsfolk. Nothing seemed out of place. He still found himself subtly looking down womens blouses or admiring the right pair of bare legs that were barely covered by a skirt. Still...he had found men attractive in the past, but that was different then being sexually attracted to men right? He had no idea. After all that had happened the night before he stared harder at a few of the men. He wouldn't exactly get hot and bothered by looking at them but he felt a tiny tingle run throughout his body. Was he attracted to men? Had he always been and just ignored the signs? But he was still attracted to women. You couldn't possibly be interested in both sexes could you? Only someone sex obsessed like Reaver could be into such a thing. Not a true interest in the person...right? He didn't know. His head was swimming and worst of all he still had an incredible amount of satisfaction sweeping through him.
Lost in his thoughts he had almost forgotten about Darrin. They were at their parting path and he was still convinced that Sparrow hated him. He ran in front of Sparrow and pleaded
"Look Sparrow, I am so, so sorry. I never meant to break my promise to you but I...I'm sorry there is no excuse. Women usually aren't all over me like that and it made me lose my focus. I understand if you wanna fire me or not be friends anymore but please just forgive me!" Darrin said and Sparrow was surprised. He actually had forgotten about the promise Darrin had made to him. About making sure he and Reaver spent no alone time together. He couldn't be angry at him. Especially since he had gotten into...well sordid deeds himself.
"It's okay Darrin, I'm not angry at you. That's uh...that's just what happens at parties eh? Just don't worry about it." Sparrow said with the sincerest smile he could muster so that Darrin knew he was serious.
"That's a relief I got to tell ya...so what did you end up doing at the party? You stay the night too?" Darrin asked hoping Sparrow didn't end up alone or having a crummy time most the night. Sparrow looked away and cleared his throat, trying to think of something believable without looking like a liar.
"Oh you know, I ended up drinking a lot more then I thought I would, and passed out on a couch upstairs." he said casually. Hoping Darrin wouldn't pick up on his lack of eye contact. His eyes still scanned the crowd. Now it was like he was afraid someone would somehow know about what happened last night and point at him or something. Darrin shrugged. Guess he shouldn't have pressed so hard about going to the party after all.
"Well did you have fun at least?"
"Uh...yeah you could say that." Sparrow said and nervously turned his head away. Wanting them to say there goodbyes so that he could go home and either sleep or drink his new found issues away. He immediately wished he hadn't when Darrin gasped.
"Sparrow what the hell happened to your neck?"
He subconsciously reached towards the spot that Darrin was gaping at and fresh memories flooded back to him. He could almost feel the burn back on his neck. Damn Reaver...the bastard probably did it on purpose just for this reason. Great. Now what?
"I...uh...well it's kind of...complicated." Sparrow explained but had no idea how to finish the sentence. Darrin chuckled and slapped Sparrow playfully on the shoulder.
"You dog, so you weren't alone last night? I got to say I'm a little relieved, knowing you got just as wild as I did and lord knows you needed it. So was she hot?" Darrin laughed and Sparrow couldn't have felt even more uneasy. He had to get out of there before Darrin's ever so curious mind kept asking questions.
"I uh...I'm not the kiss and tell type Darrin you know that. Anyway I should probably head back home before it gets to late or else it will be dark before I get home." Sparrow said shortly. Darrin sensed there was something wrong but knowing how private of a man he was and since he was acting a little jittery he let it go. Maybe he ended up with some trashy prostitute or something. Eh, everyone fell victim to that at one party or another but knowing Sparrow he'd be giving himself hell for it.
"Oh okay. Did you want to meet up again soon or...just wait until next month again? Do you need me at all?" Darrin asked and noticed Sparrow was already backing away. Maybe he really was mad at him.
"Uh you know what I will send for you when I need you. Just take care Darrin, have a safe trip home." Sparrow said and left his curious assistant behind. He found the carriage driver and paid for his way home. He stayed at the farm Giles used to run after he and his son moved to Bowerstone. He truly enjoyed it most of the time and managed to keep the farm prosperous himself with part time help. Even when he made it back to his considered sanctuary he couldn't find peace of mind. He kept...remembering the night he had, had with Reaver. How much he enjoyed it. How many times, he had the strength to fight him off but didn't. It's not as though he was against gay relationships or anything. He had even helped Giles's son find a male date and help break the news to Giles. He just never thought...he would be interested in that. Again all of it would be a lot easier to process if it had been any other man but he.
He tried to keep himself busy. Tending to the crops, chopping wood, reading, even cleaning the two level farm house and still nothing helped. He still felt unsure. Uncomfortable in his own skin. Had the thief really stolen his security from him? He slammed the book he had currently started reading onto his desk and sighed as he ran his hands through his hair. Why? Why did he keep fixating on this? Would it be such a horrible thing if he enjoyed men just as much as he did women? It had been four days since he had left Bloodstone. Last one night stand he had was over and forgotten by now. He went into the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face to try and snap himself out of this. The cold water felt refreshing on his face. It did get kind of stuffy in the farm house sometimes. Unlike Bloodstone, Brightwood hadn't seen much rain in a week or two. Making his crops suffer and leaving him irritable. When he glanced up in the mirror he almost chuckled. The huge love mark on his neck still shined stubbornly on his neck. A less angry red that it had been but still clearly visible. A nice little reminder. Great. Just when he was feeling better. He couldn't be able to get past this unless he did something about it. But what he was unsure. He had to figure it out before he drove himself mad.
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Oh what a dreary day. Things just weren't the same in Bloodstone since he had left for Samarkand. Sure, there were still plenty of drinking and parties to be had but the new scene of people who had made residence here were just plain...boring. They were young and fairly attractive so he had been hopeful but good lord how hard it was just to hold a conversation with any of them. The acquaintances he had known in the past were a bit stale now so they hardly kept his attention as well. All well. He could use a night or two to himself from time to time. Last night had been uneventful too. Now he was sipping on his third cup of brandy and skimming through old diary entries. He did that once in a blue moon to reflect on a few things. In his extended life he had managed to fill up twenty journals full of his life stories. Hm. Perhaps he should write an entire book one day to sell for a profit. After all who wouldn't want to read about his life?
When he turned the page of his most recent diary he couldn't help but smirk. Mentioned was the hero of Albion and his first encounter with him. On a few following pages (that were not left behind, thank the shadows) mentioned even then how he appreciated the young mans features and admired his tenacity. Living purely in the light was admirable but oh so dull. He remembered only a few nights ago he had finally gotten his desire to bed the fabled hero. Now that was worth writing about and he made a note to make sure he did just that later. He rarely mentioned any of his sexual conquests in any of his diaries as numerous or enjoyable as they may have been but Sparrow dear...now that was something. Probably not the best lay he had ever had but it climbed that scale pretty quickly. Especially since it was his first time with a man. Usually when that occurred even under the influence of alcohol they were sloppy and nervous. Not he. He could recall his taste and the feel of his skin. Thinking of Sparrow made him a little hot and bothered already. Alas, as he predicted Sparrow had fled his home at first light and returned to where ever it was he lived now. Shame. That would be a glorious sight to awaken to in the morning. Also a shame that the other night was probably the only time he'd be able to see Sparrow for a long while, let a lone be able to bed him again.
As Reaver sat in his study and enjoyed his memories flooding back to him a small knock came to his study door. He scoffed and thought of killing whoever had the audacity to interrupt his musings. He grunted an "Enter." and his butler James entered cautiously. Expecting to either be yelled at or in fact shot. Reaver rolled his eyes.
"Yes, James? I thought I informed you I was not to be disturbed." Reaver said reaching for his dragonstomper that stayed loyally at his side. Seeing this James stammered
"I-I know my lord. It's just there is a visitor for you at the door who is insistent upon seeing you." James breathed a sigh of relief when his master moved his hand from his pistol and closed the diary he was reading and placed it on his desk. Visitor? That was odd. His guests were always scheduled on particular days. Even stranger considering the time. The sun was even setting on the horizon. He got up from his desk and breathed a "Very well" before leaving his study. Whoever it was had some nerve to show up unannounced and harass his staff. Well at least it was a variation to his insufferable boredom and he may still be able to fire his dragonstomper after all. When he opened his front door he almost gasped in surprise. Standing there with a concentrated look on his face was the same little hero that had captured his thoughts for the past hour or so. Well speak of the devil.
"Sparrow, I hadn't expected to see you again so soon." Reaver said pleasantly and smirked. Subconsciously straightening himself up a bit. He noticed Sparrow hadn't made eye contact with him since he had opened the door and seemed to be fixated on the stone stairway underneath his feet as he leaned on his door frame. When Sparrow didn't speak Reaver continued "What brings you here this late in the evening?" Though he had hoped for the reason he had mused only a few moments ago. Though that probably wasn't the case.
"I don't know." Sparrow said flatly. Swirling above him was a mixture of lightning and dark, dark clouds in the sky. He was starting to find it fitting that anytime he visited Bloodstone that it rained. Only now he was less concerned with leaving. He wanted to sort this out for good. Reaver raised his eyebrow at Sparrow's answer and shrugged.
"Would you like to come inside?"
"I don't know." Sparrow repeated. Even though he had rehearsed what he was going to confront the man about his entire journey here it had completely vanished once he had seen him. Now he couldn't help but notice that Reaver wasn't in his usual clothes and was wearing a black gentleman's shirt and trousers. He thought for awhile Reaver owned only the one outfit since that's what he was accustomed in seeing him in it. Which now that he thought about it, was a ridiculous conclusion, seeing how the man had more gold then probably any king in this world and loved dressing himself up in expensive clothing.
"Very well...I will leave the door open until you make up your mind or find your tongue. Though do be quick about it if you would. I'd hate for a draft to come in here." Reaver said with a friendly smile. When he turned his back and headed back to his study his grin widened. Though it had almost disappeared, the proof of their last encounter was still visible on Sparrow's neck. Hmm. Now were they to entangle again, where should he leave the next one? Once inside his study he got out a bottle of scotch and two glasses in case his reluctant company decided to join him. In honesty he hoped he would. Even after sex Sparrow kept him interested. Maybe it was because he was so quiet and mysterious. Whatever it was, Reaver enjoyed it thoroughly. Not to mention the fact it was hard for him to take his eyes off the buff and beautiful hero. When he sat the two glasses of scotch on his table and sat down, he lit a cigar. A few seconds afterwards Sparrow finally entered the study and shut the door behind him. Splendid.
"Cigar?" Reaver offered politely and Sparrow shook his head and started pacing back and forth like he was debating on rather he should sit down or not. This piqued Reaver's curiosity further and he smirked. "So i'm curious dear Sparrow, did you enjoy yourself the last time you were here? You were in such a hurry I didn't get the chance to ask you."
Now Sparrow sat down in a chair next to him. With a sigh Sparrow looked at him and asked
"Reaver, when you invited me to the party was it soully to try and sleep with me? Is that why you kept me drinking the entire night also?" Sparrow asked and Reaver kept his smirk even as he exhaled a large cloud of cigar smoke. He should have expected the boy scout would be inquisitive about their new found sexual relationship.
"In honesty Sparrow it was not my only intention but I would be lying if I said it wasn't a hope. You really must learn to take me for my word Sparrow. Like I told you that night, I also wanted to put our past misfortunes behind us and get to know one another better. Which we did in whatever way you'd like to take it. About your drinking it's not as though I forced any alcohol down your throat. Your a grown man and perfectly capable of deciding your own limit."
Sparrow sighed and rubbed his temple. He probably sounded like an idiot but this just didn't add up to him. It couldn't.
"Did you drug me?" Sparrow continued and Reaver couldn't help but take offense and the scowl on his face was proof of that.
"No, I find that tasteless and despicable. I don't need to resort to such things to get who I want and if it were that difficult to obtain them I would simply lose interest. Why are you so inquisitive anyway? It's not as though you didn't enjoy yourself so why give it another thought?"
"Because it's not me. I'm not like that. It just...doesn't make sense..."
"Oh I see." Reaver smirked and tried not to laugh. "This isn't about me at all. This is about you and your insecurity in your sexuality. Oh come now Sparrow you are far to intelligent for that. So you had a round with a member of the same sex and enjoyed yourself, big deal. Is it going to change you? Or the vast amount of simpleton admirer's of yours, opinion of you? Why worry your pretty little head about it? Like I said why limit yourself to only one option anyway?" Reaver smiled and Sparrow felt even more awkward then before. Guess it made sense...
"If anyone should be offended it is me dear Sparrow. I didn't get so much as a goodbye kiss after I was a perfect gentlemen to you." Reaver continued and it defiantly didn't make Sparrow feel at ease. Great. He reached for one of the cigars that was sitting on the table between him and Reaver noting not to take the cup of scotch he assumed was his He lit the cigar with one a quick flourish of his flame spell. This caught Reaver's attention. He had almost forgotten that Sparrow was a will user. He didn't have those ugly blue lines corrupting his bronzed skin like Garth had. Though after he used the spell he saw a few of his veins light up with the same blue then vanish just as quickly. Intriguing.
"Sorry...I should go." Sparrow stated after he took a long drag off of his cigar. When he moved to stand up Reaver scoffed.
"Running off so soon? And after you came all this way? Nonsense. Stay a little while longer at least. I can have one of my servants prepare you something to eat if you would like." Reaver said politely. This was way to strange. It was bad enough that he had managed to bed him but Reaver acting pleasant and friendly towards him...now that was entirely to odd. He had to make up something now. He shouldn't have came here. What was he expecting? Reaver to say "oh it's okay Sparrow your not gay I manipulated you and put a spell on you so that's why we had sex?" He heard the pitter patter of the rain bouncing off the roof tiles now. So like before leaving by ship would be difficult. Looks like he would have to hoof it through Wraithmarsh...great.
"Gratitude, but I had only intended for a short visit anyhow. I have to start now given the time. I would prefer to cover as much ground as I can while there is still a little light out." Sparrow said trying to sound as firm as he could. Still it didn't seem to work with Reaver.
"You would rather traipse through Wraithmarsh while it's pouring down rain outside then stay with me? You wound me Sparrow, but I simply will not have it. Skorm knows you will catch your death out there and I could use the company anyway. It gets oh so dreary here sometimes. There will be no more staying at that filthy tavern either. Now that we are such good friends I can not have my company being seen in such a place. Anytime you find yourself in Bloodstone you shall be staying here, no further discussion." Reaver said as though Sparrow really didn't have a say so in the matter. Were they even friends? Sparrow thought. He still hardly knew the man. Reaver noted his further reluctance and chuckled.
"Come now Sparrow I don't bite...well you know my meaning." Reaver winked. "Now sit and I will have something brought for you, you must be famished." He called for his servant to enter his study and with impressive speed the butler James had entered and then exited the study before Sparrow could so much as sit back down. Wow, Reaver must run a tight ship around here. After a few more moments of agonizing silence Reaver started a conversation again.
"You never answered my question Sparrow." he couldn't help but ask. For some reason seeing the uptight hero squirm made him practically giddy. Sparrow continued to puff on his cigar then asked
"What question was that?"
"Did you enjoy yourself, last time you were here?" Sparrow sighed. A part of him wanted to get as far away from the subject as humanly possible but the other only wanted to explore it more.
"I had a good time, yes." he answered as neutrally as he could. Reaver smirked none the less.
"Excellent. I was hoping as much."
After his servant returned and put a small platter of various fruits and vegetables on the table between he and Reaver then left, Sparrow nibbled on an apple just to avoid making conversation. He didn't know what to say or do around him anymore. Despite he was thankful that his own pistol was on his hip and sword laid next to him on his chair. He still didn't know how much he could trust Reaver and he wasn't going to be made a fool of again.
"Does it really bother you so much that we slept together Sparrow? I am finding your lack of communication and eye contact to become quite hurtful. It's not as though we have to get married you know." Reaver jested. Glass of brandy number four was treating him nicely now. Though spirits above did he look just as appetizing today as he did before. What was this hold he had over him? Just a mere glimpse into those forest green eyes and he was entranced. His excitement grew once more and he didn't fight it this time. He wanted Sparrow and he would have him as many times as he desired. Soon enough...he would want him just as badly. He would make it so.
"Honestly...it doesn't bother me per say, just a shock. I had only been attracted to women in the past but I guess your right. Nothing about me has changed. And I am like this with anyone I have had a sexual relationship with before. I find myself lacking in how to act around you now I guess."
"You needn't worry about it. Act as you would normally. I always considered life in and outside the bedroom to be two separate entities anyway. You shouldn't be so serious all the time my dear. You have to start enjoying life now before it escapes you and you end up with petty regrets. How old are you by the way?"
"Forty three." Sparrow smiled predicting Reaver's reaction. No one ever believed him when he told his true age and the fact that he didn't look like a haggard wreck thanks to his ten years in the spire was nothing short of a miracle. Reaver looked at him in complete surprise and looked him up and down again. Not a single gray hair dampened his brunette hair nor a wrinkle on his face. He looked the same as he did when they first met but he would have bet a substantial amount of gold he was in his early twenties then. Maybe there were some advantages in walking in the light as he did if he got that blessing without so much as a single payment.
"Truly?" Reaver asked still in disbelief. That would explain his dowry look on life and serious tone all the time at least.
"No lie. Theresa says it has something to do with my hero blood. So I can fight longer I imagine. I guess I age slower then everyone else."
"Remarkable." Reaver said then smirked. What a peculiar little catch he had. He couldn't contain himself anymore. He got up from his chair and slowly made his way towards Sparrow. Towering over him as he sat up in his chair.
"You know Sparrow, I have a theory that may help ease your worrisome mind." Reaver said in a low and husky voice. He placed his knees on either side of Sparrow's legs and leaned closer to him. Sparrow moved back but didn't push him away though there wasn't much room to escape as the two shared a chair.
"What's that?" Sparrow asked trying not to let his voice shake. Though being this close to him was miraculously more comforting then his previous distance. His warmth and scent was starting to overwhelm him but he did his best to keep his focus. He couldn't let that happen again. Not because he was afraid or ashamed at his new found interest but because it was Reaver. The thief was known to take and take until there was nothing left and he didn't want to end up being a pawn yet again.
"I think, you grew tired of your damsels in distress and your fair bar maidens. As fun as they can be they lack a little extra something you crave." Reaver spoke in his ear then nipped at the spot on Sparrow's neck where he had found sent shivers down the hero. Sparrow caught his breath before he let out a gasp. Stop this...make him stop... "Something you could only get from a man. Playing the hero reaps it's rewards but some where deep down inside you, you want to be dominated. Not in control. Someone who can make you fear for your very life one minute and bring you to complete bliss another." Reaver moved so that he was close to Sparrow's face and looking deeply into those emerald jewels. "I can be that someone Sparrow. I can be your secret sin."
Without another second of hesitation Reaver collided his lips with Sparrow's. Mmm how he could do this for hours. Sparrow was feeling himself getting hot and bothered again and hated how earnestly he kissed him in return. He had to put an end to this before he in fact lost control. He just wouldn't have that. He broke away and caught his breath before saying
"I don't think this is a good idea Reaver. If you truly intend to have a friendship with me we can't have it based on a purely physical basis." Sparrow said but his eyes couldn't leave Reaver. Nor could he so much as move away from him. Why the bloody hell not? Reaver thought but then he realized he didn't have anyone he could name as a friend. Not truly. Hm. Maybe there could be some perks in keeping the hero close for reasons beyond his own carnal desire.
"Well I do have an extraordinary idea." Reaver said with a smirk. "Stay with me awhile. I know there are plenty of beasties out there in need of slaying but it will do you some good. What do you say to that? I know it beats your landlord duties to say the least." Sparrow noticed that Reaver was still on top of him on the chair and he was wondering if he should try and gently push him off or not. Stay with him? Like live here for awhile?
"To what end?"
"Is your pleasure and happiness not an end in it's self? Come now Sparrow, admit it. You haven't let yourself have so much as an ounce of fun until we saw one another those nights ago. You know you had a good time, what do you have to lose?" Reaver said and Sparrow noticed how low his voice had dropped. Very well my life for one...Sparrow thought.
"What's in it for you? Why are you so concerned with me let alone desire my company?" Sparrow questioned and Reaver let out a low chuckle and damn if it didn't send shivers up and down his entire body. Reaver leaned to whisper into his ear again and he found himself becoming erect for the second time since he had reentered Reaver's manor. How could he do that to him with such minimum effort?
"Because you are entertaining, interesting, pretty to look at and a good fuck dear Sparrow. Need I more reason? Why must you let that mind of yours run away from you? Let us focus on the here and now. It's far more promising." Reaver smirked and leaned to claim his lips once more. Now Sparrow could feel all his concern and reluctance practically melt off him in that kiss. A nagging need inside, clawed at him and begged for release. Right or wrong he could not turn him away again. Reaver broke the kiss and could see the question still swirling in his eyes. With a small smile he said softly.
"Come. You can even take me this time if you are up for it. Besides, I don't like the idea of you blaming our stupendous night of passion on the alcohol. Now that you are nice and sober, you will have just as good of a time if not better I assure you." Reaver stated and got to his feet. Pulling Sparrow to his feet by his shirt with ease. He begun to walk in the direction of the door to lead them both to his bedroom. Sparrow thought hard about this. He still had time to back out if he truly wanted to. Or he could go all out and actually let himself enjoy it. Put his own effort into it this time. After all, Every partner he decided to sleep with he wanted to ensure there satisfaction as well. No one else was around...nothing to hold him back. With a smirk Sparrow called to Reaver
"I'm right here." he said plainly and Reaver was a little taken aback but intrigued none the less. Oh dear Sparrow how you are just full of surprises. "That you are." Reaver answered. When he turned around his brain barely registered that Sparrow had moved considering his speed. Before he knew it his back was pressed against the door with Sparrow's arms on either side of him to keep him in place. He grunted at the impact but instead of getting angry like he normally would if anyone had the audacity to push him, he got even more excited. Sparrow kissed him with enough passion it made him dizzy and he ripped his black dress shirt open. The eloquent buttons scattered on the floor with a tiny ping noise. Another usual no no when it came to foreplay but yet again Sparrow managed to make it all the more endearing. He didn't like his expensive clothes tattered for no real reason. All well, he had plenty of others. As Sparrow's calloused hand explored his bare chest a thought occurred to him, one that made him break their kiss and smirk at him.
"Is this a battle for dominance now, Moineau?" Sparrow smirked back. He couldn't remember the last time he felt his heart racing so quickly in his chest. Maybe he was interested in men for an odd reason but he didn't care. He was exhilarated and felt alive again. Like someone had come and shook him violently from a long sleep. He wasn't about to slumber again.
"It may be. Think you can handle it?" Sparrow said playfully. Deciding it was now his turn to leave a red hickey on Reaver's neck. If for no other reason then to get back at him. He tenderly bit at first then clamped down harder until he heard a soft sigh leave Reaver's lips. He could feel the deep chuckle in his throat before it ever left his mouth. "Well dear Sparrow, I don't give away such things easily." Reaver informed and with a push he slung Sparrow off of him and then expertly kicked his legs out from under him so that now he was knelt on the ground before him. He took an extra minute to let his eyes soak up the sight of him in such a position. Now if those pesky clothes of his wasn't in the way it would have been perfect. Sparrow chuckled at himself and felt both silly and aroused at the same time. Reaver cocked his head to the side in curiosity then asked
"Think you can return the favor I bestowed upon you last time we did this dance, dearest?"
Sparrow thought about it. He had never done anything sexual to man before. Last time it was mostly Reaver doing whatever he wanted to him, so this would be kind of different. Still...it couldn't be to difficult. Sparrow smirked up at him then moved his hands to undo Reaver's belt. Seeing this sent Reaver into a haze of lust. He couldn't even be bothered to lock the door only a few feet away from him. He almost wanted one of his staff or even better yet a visitor to walk inside and see the pair together. Mmm. He had no idea Sparrow could be so scandalous. Very intriguing indeed. The infamous hero an upright and moral citizen to the world by day but those lucky enough to claim him as a lover could see the deviant and lewd side of him at night. He very much liked that side of him. The thief in him thought of claiming him as his own so that this little secret would be only his to know. Thieves weren't known to share after all. No matter. He would achieve this in time. He knew it.
Sparrow successfully removed his belt and pants which he immediately stepped out of. Sparrow took a second to look at Reaver in his glory. The man was well endowed and it would have made him self conscious were he not himself. He took a breath of air before taking Reaver into his mouth. He moved his tongue up and down his shaft and was surprised. He didn't know why he always imagined this would be a heinous or unpleasant experiance. He just tasted like flesh and nothing more. Hm, he could get used to it. He tried to think of things he enjoyed when he was on the receiving end. He circled his tongue around the head of his cock and smiled in triumph when he heard an appreciated groan. Slowly he took more and more of him into his mouth, until he had devoured all of him. Reaver bucked his hips a little and entangled his hand in Sparrow's soft and wavy brown hair. Prepared to guide him if need be but so far he was doing excellently on his own. Sparrow started at a slow pace as he bobbed his head up and down along him then intensified it. Moving his tongue back and forth as he went.
Reaver could no longer control his breathing or the low moans that escaped him. He clenched his fist in Sparrow's hair so hard his knuckles were turning white which for some reason Sparrow enjoyed the small pain that came with it. Watching Sparrow was only turning him on even more. When his emerald eyes flashed up to his he could feel himself getting closer and closer but how he never wanted it to end. Nothing else existed in this moment. Only himself in Sparrow's burning hot mouth and his talented tongue moving around him.
"Are...ahh...are you certain this is your first time pleasing a man?" Reaver said when he had the breath to. He regretted it when Sparrow stopped to answer him. He hissed at the lack of warmth and sensation even though it probably bought him more time.
"I'm certain." Sparrow said with certainty and seductively, then continued about his work. Reaver couldn't help but laugh.
"Well then Sparrow, I think we have found your true talent..." Reaver smiled. Sparrow could not believe how turned on he was, considering he had yet to be touched. Something about pleasing the pirate lord into being speechless made him hungry for more. The sight of him above him wearing only an open black shirt somehow made him even more attractive. He reached up to rub his thumb up and down his tight stomach muscles. Watching him buck his hips once more to get deeper in his mouth. Like it was a need now and not a mere desire. Reaver could feel himself getting close to completion and he considered pulling out of him for the occasion but decided best Sparrow get used to it now then have him continue this course and be surprised. Instead he whispered a warning, and Sparrow expected the worst but when he finally finished in his mouth it also wasn't as horrible as he imagined. He turned around and spit the salty contents into a waste basket near by. He would have let the fact he had just sucked a guy off sink in but when he looked up at Reaver he couldn't take it anymore. He hopped back up to his feet and slung him on top of his desk. Making whatever papers or books that were on it scatter onto the floor and into the air. Reaver grunted upon the contact but smirked. It was nice to play with an equally powerful and dominating man for once.
Sparrow paused to make for certain he hadn't angered Reaver, he had slung him pretty hard. The grin on his face suggested otherwise. The fact that his dragonstomper was laying near his pants forgotten made him far less threatening anyway. He removed his own shirt and pants while Reaver laid patiently. Hm, could his desk withstand the weight of them both? Guess he'd find out. If not he would modify it immediately. Especially if he was going to be staying with him for awhile. Once Sparrow was free of his pants, Reaver sat up to take the head of his cock in his mouth. If only for a moment to remember his taste. Sparrow sighed and closed his eyes. Maybe he was onto something. Now seemed so much more intense then last time. He recalled a detail from their previous time, and quietly asked while he could keep his head straight
"That...stuff you used last time do you have any here?" he asked.
"Bottom drawer, near the back." Reaver replied then went back to teasing him. Giving his head a lick and nibbling gently. Sparrow tried his best to concentrate on finding what he was looking for but it was difficult considering Reaver was slowly taking more and more of him into his mouth. Which he was certain he was just trying to keep him distracted for the pleasure of seeing him squirm. When he finally found the little bottle he smirked.
"Have some of this in every room do you?" he couldn't help but ask. Reaver shrugged.
"Best to be prepared for any situation, I have learned in my experience." he said coyly and Sparrow lifted him up so that he could remove his shirt. Leaving both heroes completely naked in front of each other. Sparrow climbed on top of the desk and when Reaver moved to turn his back to him, Sparrow grabbed his shoulder to stop him.
"No...I want to look at you." he explained and Reaver smirked. Very full of surprises. He was beginning to like the man more and more and already felt himself coming back to life. Without saying a word Reaver laid on his back and watched Sparrow coat himself with the lubricant. He rather liked the idea of being the heroes first everything in this matter. Knowing anyone, male or female that followed would be a pale comparison. At long last Sparrow slid himself into Reaver who hissed at first but then relaxed again. It had been an age since he had been on the receiving end. Sparrow moaned and closed his eyes. Already the difference was extraordinary. He knew nothing had to feel as good or as tight as he did. He started at a slow pace remembering the pain it had first given him. Only Reaver encouraged him to go faster and deeper and he quickly obliged. In the middle of it all Reaver moaned loudly then whispered "There" and "Don't stop." So Sparrow knew he must have hit the same spot he had the couple of nights before. He kept the same pace and thrills shot up and down him when he saw Reaver writhe in pleasure underneath him. He leaned down to kiss him and Reaver returned the kiss passionately. The two only breaking to breath and let out their groans of appreciation.
When Sparrow felt Reaver's hand travel down to give his now fully erect cock some relief Sparrow swatted his hand away and did it himself. Time stilled for the pair and the only thing that mattered in the world was bringing the other to ecstasy. After what felt like an eternity yet no time at all Reaver came for the second time and Sparrow soon followed. He shuddered and let himself drop on to his new lover. They both laid there for awhile, trying to catch their breath. Every muscle in Sparrow's body twitched with pleasure and once he came to his senses he pulled out of him and stood on his feet in the study. He offered his hand to Reaver to hoist him up. Now he felt both immensely satisfied and awkward again. He wasn't in a relationship and obviously Reaver wasn't his one night stand so now he didn't know how to act once more. Reaver on the other hand acted as normal as possible. Like the two had done something as simple and ordinary as a chess match.
Sparrow put his clothes back on and Reaver mimicked his actions. Pondering to himself how many of his staff had heard the two in their love play. All if he had it his way.
"So dearest, I don't know about you but I am weary after all of that. Will you be staying in one of my guest bedrooms or would you prefer to share mine with me? I assure you it is the most comfortable and spacious in the entire house." Reaver asked with a wide smile. He noticed that in Sparrow's lust filled haze he had accidentally put on his shirt instead of his own. He didn't mind, it was ruined anyway and he thought the fit man looked much better in his shirt versus the common one's he was so keen on wearing. He had to make a note to purchase him some decent clothes during his stay there. Which after their latest romp he decided he wouldn't take no for an answer. Sparrow shrugged and noticed how wobbly his legs still were.
"Whatever room is closest is fine with me." Sparrow answered.
"That would be mine then. So have you considered my offer?" Reaver asked as the two walked out of the door and up the stairs. Reaver remained shirtless since he couldn't bring himself to put on Sparrow's shirt. He grinned at seeing his staff's inquisitive looks. He was quickly finding that Sparrow was an excellent trophy to be showed off to the world.
"Well...I guess I can stay for a few days, but I can't promise anything further then that." Sparrow agreed. Mostly to weary to argue with the equally stubborn man.
"Excellent." Reaver smirked. Knowing "a few days" was enough time to change the heroes mind and make him want to stay longer. Which was what he wanted and one way or another Reaver always got what he wanted. Something dear Sparrow would learn in time.
Author Note: Just a Fyi moineau means Sparrow in french. I thought it was clever haha. So thanks again and leave me some nice feedback, to see if I should continue or not. Hope you all enjoyed.