Given and Denied

I honestly don't know if this is any good or if it's terrible. Only two more chapters left till it's finished, hope someone out there enjoyed it.  Sorry if this is cliche in parts.

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"It already is…" he breathed.

    Groaning, Andy couldn't contemplate a proper response as he felt his own barriers starting to crumble.

    Those skilful fingers soon found themselves wrapping around Andy's straining member, gently pulling it out from the confines of his leather pants before giving a strong stroke. 

    

    "Yes..." he pushed as he stroked once more.  Carefully, he situated himself between Andy's legs. He could feel himself winning this battle.

    

    And victory was always a stirring thing.  Be it over the dissolute, or the man he was given to for however long it took.  He kept the walls of his thoughts held high against the notions the Courier had tried to plant. They would not interfere with this. 

    Andy contemplated, for a split second the idea of keeping his eyes closed.  Of pretending it to be someone else, just to get through but the thought left a sour taste in his mouth.   He didn't want anyone associated with Vulpes, or what was happening.  His body responded eagerly to the Frumentarii as his hands curled into the dirt beneath his palms, head pressing back still.  He kept his eyes closed, hoping it would help make things pass quickly.

    Vulpes' hand lightly constricted around Andy's length as it stroked upwards, thumb gently pressing down against his tip.  He had a detached, yet observational expression on his face.  His jaw lightly clenched as the feeling of the other man's member in his hand caused a warm pulse to shoot down his own body.

    

    Swallowing he then leaned forward, almost giving the Courier a pitying look. 

    

    "Do not think.  Get lost."  

    

    This is a mercy bestowed upon the both of us.

    Another breathy laugh, a small smile curling along Andy's lips as he opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling of the tent.

    

    "Easier said than done."  There was still a tether to his rationale, and he intended to keep it.  The idea of letting himself go above all others was just as alarming as the man holding him.

    

    Can we just go back to you feeling my pulse?  I'm starting to warm to the idea.

    "I know fully well."  Came the response before his lips pressed against Andy's in almost a possessive manner.  The Courier was in Vulpes' tent.  For all intended purposes until he left, he was the man's property.  His free hand was pressed flat against the dirt floor as his occupied hand continued to palm, stroke and play with the Courier's stiffened length.

    

    Above him, Vulpes' body was tense, the man fighting a similar battle within himself.  In order to serve and return to his ruler's favour, he was raking himself over the hot dust with open wounds.  Servitude over personal want and enjoyment.

    

    I should have been allowed to give him a slave. I am sure he'd find one that would be to his liking..

    His mouth remained impassive against Vulpes, fighting, even if his fight was to do nothing at all.

    

    The quicker this is over with, the quicker I can leave and never set foot in this tent again.

    

    The thought warred inside him, pushing him to return the gestures just to speed up its finish.

    

    Fine...we'll play it your way. 

    

    An almost imperceptible shift coursed along the Courier's body as he reached up, swiftly placing his hand along the back of Vulpes' head, pressing his lips even tighter to him. Returning the kiss with equal ferocity, fingers moving along the closely cropped hair at the nape of his neck.

    Vulpes gave a swallow as the return sent a shiver along his body, coursing through him until it dissipated under his uniform; a major part of it from the fingers moving through the hair at his nape.  Despite the ferocity of the Courier's kiss, the tenderness of his fingers left the Frumentarii even more confused than when this whole thing had begun.

    

    His breath was pulled in swiftly before he could catch it, trying hard to keep that sense of control he was known for.  No one had suddenly switched under him.  This was a tactic entirely new.

    Sucking in the soldier's lower lip, he nibbled it between his teeth while moving his free hand around the front of Vulpes' bare chest.

    

    Did…did he enjoy that?  The thought that the Frumentarii could enjoy something as 'low' as sex surprised Andy.

    

    His fingers moved along the leather of uniform around Vulpes' hips, unsure if he could take it off, or had to go under it.  Another rush of warmth coursed across the Frumentarii again, the pulling of his lower lip mimicking the pulsing under his uniform.   The texture of the leather only aiding in it.

    

    His hand pumped swiftly then, in an attempt to get one over man underneath.  Unfortunately for him, his breath hitched at the pinch of Andy's teeth; as he deepened the kiss.  He was used to a rough, bruising treatment.  The soft touches combined without a spark of something more violent were inciting a desire inside the soldier. 

    

        Groaning, his hips bucked up into Vulpes' hand eagerly.  He could feel his own desire starting to override his sense of self.  His hand snaked beneath the leather, tentatively seeking out the Frumentarii, gripping him carefully when he found it.  Light strokes as he teased him curiously.

    There was a low growl in response, voice rough just from the quietness of it.

    

    His legs instinctively spread an inch apart, effectively allowing the other man more access.  His member throbbed in response to Andy's teasing, ever-so-light touches.  Such an opposite from the soldier's administrations.  The parallel grasped onto Vulpes' mind before it was churned away.  

    

    He licked along Andy's lower lip before bringing it into his mouth, his palm easily moving in a downwards stroke as an answer to the shorter man's needy thrust. 

    

    He wasn't used to this receptiveness, this…eagerness. 

    

    Letting go of Andy's lip, he gave it another slow swipe with the tip of his tongue, seeking entrance.

    Opening his lips, he pressed his tongue out to gently swipe along the other's lower lip.  He seemed adamant to answer whatever the Legion soldier gave him with careful curiosity, rough with soft, if only to control from his current position.  His hand gripped Vulpes' more firmly for a single thrust before letting just his fingertips glide up the shaft, feather touches as he continued with the odd combination of stroke and glide.

    His hips rocked forward before stopping abruptly, not allowing himself the full enjoyment of Andy's feathering fingers.    In amidst the warring inside his mind, the Frumentarii was constantly attempting to strategize this.  He felt at a minor disadvantage, needing one arm to prop himself up over the shorter man.

    

    He only had one hand to work on the man below, where as his opponent had two.

    

    He was able to get his quickening breath under a semblance of control, tongue curiously coming out to meet the others.  He gave a confident lick at its tip.

    

    While doing so, he slowly circled Andy's head with his thumb.  Making sure that each section of his tip was getting a sensation or pressure along its surface before he let his thumb glide down along its underside.  

    

    Arching up into Vulpes' hand, the Courier groaned.  Fingers tightening against the back of the Frumentarii's neck as he tried not to imitate the sensation on the member beneath his hand.  Giving another languid stroke, he took an opposite approach and instead lowered his hand to fondle the sac beneath, fingertips gently prodding and massaging.

    

    He wanted to try every approach he could, to see what made him tick.

    There was something pleasing in the way the Courier had groaned; the way he his body had arched up to greet his hand.   His neck seemed to appreciate the tightening, coupled with what Andy's fingers were doing, he gave a low, rumbling moan.   The soldier's thumb repeated the tantalizing circle before it returned to gliding along the underside of his member.  Lowering his head, the next moan he gave was next to the curve of the Courier's ear; his pale eyes shifting towards the other man.

    

    Andy had given him a fact, and he was going to employ it.

    His breath hitched at the sound of Vulpes' voice, his body shivering as he moved his hand back up to the soldier's shaft.   When he opened his eyes to look over, it was a split second of panic at the sight of Vulpes', as if the realization of who this was had left him before it came back.  Quickly, he shut his eyes again, tilting his head away from the Frumentarii.  Shifting, he put his weight on an elbow, hand able to reach over to Andy's head. Lightly his nimble fingers tilted Andy's head back towards him. 

    "If I cannot distract myself, then neither can you."  He stated quietly, before his own breath hitched, his eyes closing as a swath of erotic pleasure encased him. 

    

    "M’mm..."

    

    His hand left Andy's member only to tug at his leather pants, wanting more access to the body underneath.  An annoying difficulty that could cost him, he knew.

    

    "Take them off, Courier…"  He ordered, eyes reopening.

    Turning back, he let go of the other man to work his own pants off quietly.  A cold ball of steel sinking into his stomach, spreading tendrils across his chest, reaching outwards as he mired himself in his earlier resolve.

    

    Just try to get it over with.  Though he doubted he could 'let himself go' as he was told to.

    

    "If I have to get naked, you have to as well."  He retorted, his own darker blue eyes on Vulpes' uniform as he kicked off his boots to fully pull the pants off.

    

    Pulling his shirt over his head, he left the straps and gun belt on his chest.  Like he stated earlier, he didn't like being apart from the weapon.

    The dark-haired man pushed himself away from the Courier, perhaps giving them both that blessed relief of space between them.

    

    Without hesitation, he began take own boots off before kneeling in the dirt.  He worked at the leather around his hips, loosening it.  It slid down his body, landing with a soft 'thp' and clink from what metal was within it.

    

    He extricated himself from within its confines, and soon was wholly naked before Andy.  His body and pale flesh was a myriad of scars.  It seemed that there was no spot that hadn't been touched, except for the man's groin, his manhood standing erect.

    

    His eyes landed on Maria.

    

    "Hoping for a misfire?" 

    

    Despite having heard the reason, he was going to still attempt a separation. 

    "You took the bullets, remember?" He retorted darkly, the bullets had been pushed inside his pocket, with Vulpes' watching him so closely earlier he hadn't had a chance to reload it.  He remembered; he'd never forgotten. Even unloaded, however, he had learned guns could be a dangerous thing.

    Sitting on the dirt floor, the Courier felt a brief moment of worry about where that dirt could end up before pushing it down under.

    

    Did he get all those from here, or from killing others in fights?  Andy couldn't believe that he hadn't died yet from all the small, intricate lines that crossed the skin.

    

    His gaze lowered down along Andy's body, finding scars here and there.  They stopped at the one across the man's abdomen. 

    

    So that is the one I ran my fingers along...

    

   It didn't surprise Vulpes that the Courier's body didn't hold much in the ways of old wounds.  Which only told the soldier one thing.

    

    Either you are well-versed with speech, or you continually run.   

    

    I will have to take a look at your back. Then I'll know which is the truth.

    

    He moved forward again, almost looking as though he were going to pounce; his body as powerful as the brain behind it.  Moving back, Andy couldn’t help but lower himself as the taller man moved above him, staring up at the pale skin.

       

        A remarkable person from an unremarkable tribe?  You're telling me.

    

        Seeing the toned muscles the Courier wished for the first time, that he was more bulked up, more muscular.  To compete with the man who had assuredly seen countless one on one battles.  His own smaller frame made him feel almost inadequate.

    His hand moved up along Andy's stomach, appraising it with his touch.  A finger trailed itself along the other man's collarbone before it slithered around the back of Andy's neck, holding him there. He lowered his body further, flesh soon pressing against flesh.  He noted, oddly, that despite their differences, his body and the Courier's fit comfortably together. 

    

    He ground himself against the man underneath, taking a minor delight within the friction and pressure it delivered. His elbow was next to Andy's head once more.   He let out a slight grunt, forehead resting briefly against the Courier's.

    

    "I will have you spread, one way or another."

    The order sent a shiver down the Courier's spine, the hand on the back of his neck felt more like a warning then a way to keep them close.  Swallowing a groan he tried to lighten the situation, he hoped without it coming off feverish or rambling.

    

    "Are you always this....dominant in the bedroom?" He asked, giving the man above him a half amused smile.

    

    He moved his hand up to grasp Vulpes' back, stopping short of laying his hand there as he remembered the gashes.  Instead he lowered it to grip the soldier's hip instead.

    Even when it could put a stop to this, he is still wary of my wounds. 

    

    Andy had to be one of the most confusing opponents Vulpes ever had the opportunity of meeting.  He did things an enemy shouldn't, and said things that the dissolute and profligates were unknown for.  Giving the man underneath a heated look, he his next grind was harder, as if an answer.  Lowering his head, he nipped along Andy's neck, giving another.

    

    Either way, you seem to take a thrill from it...

    The hand on the Frumentarii's hip gripped tighter as Andy returned the grind, hips rising off the dirt with a low groan and a curse.  Tilting his head, the Courier willingly gave him better access to his neck as his breathing picked up; looking over at him, Andy didn't flinch this time as he watched Vulpes.

    His next breath had shuddered out of him, much to his own dismay.  He returned Andy's grind, this time a bit more eagerly.  His mouth moved along the courier's neck, sucking on the rapid pulse, swirling his tongue around that spot to soothe it once more.  A strong pulse caused his hips to roll forward again; a grunt of groan escaping him.

    

    Arousal was taking precedence in his brain, slowly overcoming the thoughts of strategy and willpower. 

   Shuddering against the man above him, Andy bit his tongue from asking for more.  Instead, he let his free hand glide up Vulpes' arm beside him as he reached up to carefully nip along the flesh along his neck, trailing to his shoulder.  They were relatively tame compared to how the soldier had assaulted his own neck, and a niggling worry in the back of his clouded mind wondered if he was going to have bruises.

    Surprising himself, Vulpes allowed more of his neck to be bared to the man below.  He felt a chill raise along his naked flesh.  He tried to remember a time where he'd actually wanted something like this.  Each memory he drudged up paled in comparison to the eagerness and reciprocation that the man below him displayed.   For the most part he had only lain with others out of a sense of duty.  Caesar had wanted him to procreate, so he had.  His leader, wanting to gain favor with past allies, had handed him over as a promise of 'good faith.'

    

    But this duty was transforming into something that was eking out sensations and pleasure which otherwise had been unknown.   His hips bucked forward of their own accord again; a bit rougher this time around.  The hand on the back of Andy's neck easing up, hand managing to move underneath his head in an unconscious move, effectively giving his 'guest' a pillow against the dirt.

    He let his tongue drag along the tip of the pulse, something he hoped he would enjoy receiving as much as giving.  Vulpes' pulse thrummed against the tip of Andy's tongue, a testament to how strongly his heartbeat, how this was affecting him as a whole.  His fingertips dug into his hip before relenting, moving up to Vulpes' face, cupping it with a groan as he felt their bodies rub deliciously against each other again.  

    The Courier had a moment of confusion when the Frumentarii's hand moved away from his neck, the palm cushioning his head carefully.  It was the first time throughout the entire morning that he'd felt the other man be gentle with him.  But upon feeling both hands at his face, his head instinctively turned away, almost in a response of fear.  His head's pull stopped as quickly as it'd started, his jaw clenching against it.  There'd been a swell of shame at the reaction, not happy with how it'd overtaken him for that split second.

    In order to distract himself, his hips bucked forward, adoring the feeling of the other man's member against his own.  Hard, unrelenting; a type of pleasure he'd never thought existed.

  The Courier frowned when he felt the initial movement, wondering if he'd overstepped some boundary. Though the thought didn't have time to take hold as he felt Vulpes' pressing down against him, groaning loudly in response.  Caressing the soldier's cheek with his thumb, it seemed the Courier was still insistent to be gentle with the man who'd tried to kill him merely a week earlier.  It was how he seemed to do everything, if possible.  To maneuverer, discuss, and sway with careful hands.

    His breathing came in short bursts as he fought with himself against a fear that was continually gripping at him, despite the pleasure he was receiving. He was confused, ashamed, and angry.  Was this all it took?  A gentle hand, a caressing thumb?  The hand under Andy's head stayed, fingertips gripping at the scalp above before gave another kiss, just in hopes to try and distract those hands away from his face.  He deepened it swiftly, tongue already attempting to probe for entrance. 

    

    He was clutching onto his sense of self, the sense that he'd known, despite it unraveling out of his grasp with each gentle motion he received from the man below.  His hips' movements were becoming more frequent, eliciting moans from the soldier.   Off and on, his body tensed above Andy.  It wasn't supposed to happen this way.  Things weren't done this way. 

    

    He shouldn't be able to reach within to touch what I keep hidden. 

    Complying, Andy finally moved his hands to slide down Vulpes' sides, gripping the hips grinding against him.

    

    The Courier was worried he had somehow hurt the Frumentarii's back, with how he was acting.  To make up for it, his fingers massaged the patch of skin beneath it, moving from his hips to his thighs, then back up again, gliding along the firm muscles.  He found himself feeling almost disconcerted with how much he was starting to enjoy him.

    It seemed like as soon as the Courier's hands left the soldier's face, his tension eased.  He'd been put on guard.  Another moan into the kiss, his body shifted to allow his free hand to start to glide down Andy's side.  He felt each twitch and quiver of the muscles underneath the Courier's skin.  He found his body arching towards the massaging fingers, his thighs spreading just a sliver more.  His hand gripped at Andy's hip, trying to move underneath to grope at one of the cheeks against the ground.

    

    It was strange, the sensations he noted afterwards.  A breeze that fluttered into his 'home', the feeling and scent of the dirt underneath them; the smell of the man beneath.  His tongue swirled about Andy's, his breathing another sign of his ever growing arousal.  Bit by bit, the Courier was beginning to dismantle that facade of calm and collectedness as quickly as Vulpes tried to rebuild it brick by brick.