Back from Weps' house...

[ranuccio]

ooc: the timeline is a bit twisted but...we don't care, do we? :)

..it was quite late, and Ranuccio wasn't sure how Trevelyan was going to take to his prolonged absence. Ran should have told him he was going to be late, but he hadn't planned to fall asleep between Weps and Aragorn. He had rushed... home without a shower when he'd woken up. Maybe

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[janus_tm]

Melting back in the shadows of the landing, Alec watched as Ranuccio let himself in the front door and hesitated at the foot of the stairs. He didn't want to consider the tide of relief he'd felt when he heard the key turn in the lock, same as he didn't want to think of the anger - and anguish - he'd felt when hours passed by and there was no trace of Ranuccio, who wasn't even supposed to be away from the house until this late.

But the questions could wait, this moment was for just for himself, for the warm feeling of knowing that he'd come back, that he hadn't finally decided to take him up on his offer for freedom.

Green eyes followed each step up, waiting..

[ranuccio]

...on the other hand...if he was sleeping...the service stairs were simpler, there wasn't so much space around them and thus not much echoes of steps that shouldn't be there in the first place.

He was in front of the locked room after only a few minutes, a dedalus of corridors behind him. dark and quiet, the whole house seemed asleep...wait.. a sound? Ranuccio stilled, holding his breath, turned around slowly and waited, trying to see in the darkness, the shadowed corners...he also looked up. Maybe there were some of those secret eyes, those..how were they called? Cameras.

But nothing, although the hair ont he back of his neck were raised. Ranuccio ignored it, though, knelt in front of the lock and whisked the tiny knife from his pocket. It was a simple lock, a house one...it clicked open, and he got in, slowly. It was dark inside.

[janus_tm]

Alec moved like shadowy blur in the darkness. Ranuccio's move had caught him totally unprepared and he moved only when with catlike eyes he saw the door to his studio open slowly and Ranuccio slip inside.

It was a matter of seconds to grab him and turn him flat into the wall, pinning him against it in a way that was like instinct to him though he hadn't done it in a while.

"Looking for something?" he whispered. "A clock maybe, to see how late you are? Or a phone, to let me know that you'd be late?"

[ranuccio]

Oh gods.

Trevelyan's forearm was neatly resting on his windpipe, not pressing, but the hold was solid, the man's face only inches away from his, and his clear green eyes burning.

Caught like a mouse with the cheese. He used to be better. Or maybe Trevelyan was better than Ran ever was. Probably.

No. The thought matched by a shake of hsi head. He didn't want to lie. Wouldn't lie.

"'m sorry," he whispered, praying that Trevelyan wouldn't press closer, wouldn't lean on him more, wouldn't feel the growing hard-on in Ranuccio's pants..or the smell of sex all around him, his skin, his mouth.

[janus_tm]

The acknowldgement makes Alec’s eyes blaze triumphantly and the hand pinning Ranuccio’s neck to the ground lightens its grip, now just curling around it in a perfect fit, fingertips moving in a barely perceptible caress against the skin.

“Right answer.. You’re not going anywhere, your place is here and you’re mine alone...”

I still want more, but it’s a start and I’ve learned not to be greedy and to take my time, waiting for your skin to grow back will teach you that.. but god, you’ve no idea how much I want you..

“Very good..” he whispers, so low and close that the words are just a brush of lips against skin, the skin of Ranuccio’s ear.

[ranuccio]

The whispered praise reaches deep down inside Ranuccio, in places long forgotten and only recently reawaken and sensitised.

He whimpers, unable to keep it inside, turning his head a little, shifting so that there's more contact between Trevelyan's lips and his skin, murmuring: "Yours. Anyway you like. Anything you want."

[janus_tm]

Ranuccio's whimper and his words feel so good that Alec almost purrs as he tastes the tender spot where ear becomes neck, his teeth leaving their mark there, quick and possessive. When Ranuccio tries to move he keeps him still, straddling his legs.

"Mine.. here and here" he growls softly, fingers mapping Ranuccio's neck and chest. "And here.." he adds, splaying his scarred hand on the muscled belly, just above the patch of hair.

[ranuccio]

It's a deep ache, springing from deep inside, something that Ranuccio has no idea was there, not really. It maybe Trevelyan's words. It may be his gesture, the touch of his hand. It maybe that Ranuccio really likes to be touched like that, by him. It may be that he's clinged to his independance sot fiercely, so obsessively, that now his own desires feel like a betrayal.

"Everywhere," he wants to say. He tries to say it, but the word comes out broken, twisted by rasping breathing. Trevelyan doesn't let him move, he's pinning him to the floor effectively. The only escape that Ran has is to turn his head, hide his face, the rug soft on his cheek, liquid shameful pain dropping on it quietly.

How long has it been? Not so long. Last time it happened on the cliff, after talking to Jason on the phone. It feels longer. "Yours," he repeats. "Everywhere."