Gioco d'attesa

[ranuccio]

It wasn't as if Alec has asked him anything. No explanation, no excuses. None asked, and none given. Ranuccio had turned up one morning at dawn, and the door was open for him. He knew the way to his room. There were clothes laid out for him when he woke up, food for him on the table when he wanted to eat. He wandered down to the imposing library,

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[janus_tm]

Alec's eyes turned back to the page, but William of Baskerville's chances of holding his attention were slim now. He just stared at the words, checking through the corner of his eye what was Ran doing and as soon as Ran's blond head was lowered on the pack of cards he was shuffling through, he turned to fully look at him.

He had asked no questions, there had been none of the anger he'd felt before when Ran had gone away. This calm was eerie, but the warmth inside him felt good. He studied Ran's face, as he had done that morning while he was sleeping, registering the exhaustion etched on it.

Wherever Ran had been, whatever it was that he'd been doing, it had not been kind to him.. he thought, lowering his head on the book again only a millisecond before Ran raised his head and caught him staring.

[ranuccio]

Reading. The bastard was reading. Ranuccio shuffled the deck of cards with insolent force, the cards crackling in the quiet of the library. The solitaire he was playing required to set the cards in rows, which Ranuccio proceeded doing, taking care of slamming the slim rectangles color-printed on the carpet.

He had expected questions. Anger, maybe. Coldness, which was Trevelyan's forte. Reproach, requests, and so on. There was nothing of the sort, instead. This silent, almost indifferent acceptance irked him to no end.

He sneezed, loudly, drying his nose on his sleeve.

[janus_tm]

"There's a box of tissues in the desk drawer.." Alec's words floated quietly across the space between him and Ranuccio.

His green eyes were now fixed on Ranuccio, a hint of amusement in them, mixed with something else.

"I would suggest a drink, if you caught cold.." he offers blandly, lifting his own goblet of Port.

[ranuccio]

Jaws' muscles tensing, Ranuccio stood up, almost glaring at Alec's cool composure. A few quick strides brought him behind the massive desk. He used a tissue, then another, then simply let the crumpled, used tissues fall on the floor.

Gods, the sheer....bloody attitude of the man. Eyes sparkling, back near the sofa, Ranuccio grabbed the proffered goblet and emptied it in one go, then using the back of his hand to dry his mouth before giving it back to Trevelyan.

"Enjoying yourself?" the question was growled through clenched teeth. "Wouldn't want to disturb your Lordship too much."

[janus_tm]

"I don't like playing with toys, and I don't really like gambling.." unless I'm sure of the outcome.. "I didn't buy you to be a toy, I bought you to be mine, because I couldn't bear to see anyone but myself touch you.. " Alec says softly, so softly the words are lost in the golden maze of Ranuccio's hair and will never make it to his ears.

So, now that he has those words out of his sytem, he can say other louder ones while he curls his fingers possessively around Ran's buttocks and presses into his hand.

"Does that mean that nobody wins? Or that we both win?"

sorry, damn LJ is still at it.. afraid of losing, maybe, and afraid of winning, possibly love this, it's so much a photograph of them, silly pups *g*

[ranuccio]

Ah, that sweet, rocking movement of hips tells Ranuccio more than what his ears can. His movements are careful, considerate, a slow stroking designed to build up tension and want

[janus_tm]

"Good, because if I don't know and you don't know, then it means we can both play without either of us having the advantage.. it means that we find out together what comes out of this dealing of the cards.."

Alec's words come in short spurts, just like the breath he's trying to control and failing to. But it's a game, isn't it? They both just said so.. So what matters if he relinques control and lets go? It may be that it's just a move in the game, you let go of something to gain something, and right now it feels like he has a lot to gain.. if he let go of just a little..

Thrusting his painfully throbbing cock into Ranuccio's hand, he buries his head in the curve of his shoulder and bites into that tendon that is so beautiful, and so tasty.