Given and Denied

Final chapter!  Hope you whoever's been reading this has enjoyed it.  Not sure honestly since it has plenty of hits and two ratings but no reviews T_T  We weren't sure how to end this and what parts of the RP to post to make it viable so here's hoping you like the ending and have liked the story in general!

 

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The steel inside shifted, trembled, and quietly snapped as he groaned, crying out at the sensations and sounds surrounding him.

    

    "More! Oh god more...."  He begged, "Please Vulpes!" 

 

    Like music.

    

    Pulling his fingers out, he shifted himself further between the man's legs, hand finally leaving behind the man's head as he lined himself at Andy's entrance. He ignored the pins-and-needles sensation in his hand as he slowly pushed his tip into the man on the dirt before him.  The heat he could already feel made the soldier want to just thrust inwards.

    

    Instead, he inwardly steadied himself as he continued to push himself inside.  His awakening hand wrapping around the Courier's erection, slowly pumping it.

 

    Hands reached up to grip on Vulpes' shoulders, legs moving up to pull him in deeper as they hooked around the back of his knees.  He hadn't wanted this, wanted to speed it up just to be done with it, but in this moment all he could feel was the hot sand and dirt beneath him and the soldier inching inside him.  The hand wrapped around him.

    

    And he suddenly realized he didn't want it to end.





    Vulpes' eyes closed once more as he let himself to dip down into the pool of heat and ecstasy.  Those last few inches ended too soon; but once he'd been wholly encompassed by the man beneath.  It was as though he were surrounded by Nipton's flames.  He felt the Courier's pulse around him, the feet around his knees and the hands on his shoulders.

    

    For a single moment, he wanted to feel that flash of pain that a touch of his back would bring.  Something jarring to make up for everything as a reminder of who he truly was serving.   This pleasure was not meant for him, as much as he wanted to enjoy it.

    

    And yet he couldn't stop himself as he began to move, hips fluid as they'd been towards Andy's hand.  The hand around the Courier's member left as he had to hold himself above. But soon, he was flush against the man below, flesh singing out at the sensation of it.   His next groan was far more audible.    

 

    The Courier's entire being shuddered at the sound of Vulpes, his own moan quickly following as he rocked to meet each thrust.  He moved his hands from Vulpes' shoulders to rest against the back of his neck, thumbs moving in small circles at the base of his hairline, light caresses to soothe.  His fingers interlocked, pulling him carefully down so he could nip at his lip, pulling it between his teeth.

 

    It was dizzying; the effect of something as simple as a moan. His neck enjoyed the impromptu, soft massage; unaware of the tension he carried with him until that point.  He felt himself being lead downwards before his lower lip met a gentle grazing of teeth.  Without thinking, his mind already a mess of buzzing and sensation, his lips opened further, hot breath bursting out in a pant.

    

    Those dark brows had knitted together once more; in confusion, in enjoyment.

    

    A sense of wit soon returned to the soldier, his hips suddenly bucking forward, burying himself deep inside the Courier beneath.  His eyes had opened once more, face pulling away from Andy's. 

    

    His mouth lowered to the shorter man’s neck, giving a harsh nip and suckle.

 

    Gasping, he grinned as he felt Vulpes' lips on him, begging him onward with curses and pleas. 

    

    Letting go of his neck, his hands moved down to grip the Frumentarii's ass, fingers pressing into the flesh there as they moved closer to its destination.  Chancing the softest of touch against his entrance.

 

    The Frumentarii was more than relieved that the Courier couldn't see his face.  His eyes widened as he felt that light, teasing prod.  His body tensed against it, expecting something far more invading.  He gave another bite to the Courier's neck, a harder thrust, trying to distract the hand that probed.  

    

    It was almost a shame; he'd enjoyed the feeling of Andy's hands gripping him. 

 

    Crying out, he bucked up with Vulpes, pulling him in as deeply as he could.  Feeling the muscles tense around his fingers, he moved them away, just massaging along the hard flesh, trying to work his finger into permission.

    

    He tried again a moment later, just pressing lightly against the entrance without going inside.

 

As the man atop pulled back, his body pressed against the Courier's testing finger.  The light pressure felt... interesting.

    

    Good. 

    

    He thrust into Andy once more, that light pressure beginning to become more and more exciting.

    

    He found himself giving another moan against the Courier's flesh, just resting his face in the crook of the thinner man's neck.   His body was heaving with aroused breath, the teasing leading up to this moment having taken more toll on him than he initially showed.

    

    His arm rested next to Andy's head yet again, hand pressing against the dirt underneath it all. 

    

    "Aio...” he moaned deeply, pressing up against Andy's finger more and more frequently after each buck and thrust given.

    

    His head was still swimming, unable to grasp onto any sensibilities. They slipped through, falling downwards into the man he pumped himself into.   

    

       The Courier was grateful he had spent time pestering Arcade for translations enough to remember the basics and slid the tip of his finger inside, shuddering as he did from the breath tickling his ear.  Carefully, he moved his fingertip in and out, allowing Vulpes to get acclimated to what he was doing.

    

    The free hand moved back up to rest against Vulpes' neck, finding it fit comfortably there.  Another thrust from the soldier had him gasping out his name again, groaning.

 

    Through the fog of what he was feeling, Vulpes managed to get enough of a grasp to find it fascinating that such a small movement could cause such a reaction. 

    

    He found himself wanting.

    

    But to wholly give in would forfeit his earlier victory.  ..Wouldn't it? 

    

    His body bucked against Andy's single digit.  The man seemed caught, not sure which way to go.  

    

    And yet, when his own name reached ears, he buried himself as deeply as he could; the nub adding just an extra jolt to his tip, the hand on the back of his neck warming. His blunt nails scraped into the dirt below them, before his hand pulled itself into a fist. 

 

    Pushing in further, Andy let his finger drift along the edge inside as he pressed in and out, mindful of his nails.  It was not for want of trying, his mind pulled in two directions.  Between the sensations of every nerve being hit from Vulpes, to trying to give the same pleasure as well as he was receiving. Pushing in further, he felt the resistance, what he had been searching for and rubbed against it.

 

Despite wanting to, Vulpes couldn't suppress the literal, full moan that escaped him.

    

    Fractions of light felt as though they were bursting through his body, followed by that same intense heat.  The Courier had managed to slip inside, and found the thing to ignite him with.  His thrusts and bucking quickened, becoming rougher; his mouth seeking to claim Andy's in a crushing kiss. 

    

    Andy's hand tightened on his neck as he reciprocated, tongue swiping along Vulpes' lower lip as he pulled out, only to push back in as the Frumentarii thrust in, trying to hit it with each press inward.  A pattern emerged, pulling back as Vulpes did, only to press back in with him.  He could feel himself quickly falling towards the brink, mind focusing on giving as much as he was getting.

    

    He nearly growled with pleasure as everything started to culminate.    

 

Vulpes attention piqued, easily hearing that growl.  Lips opening further, his tongue ventured forward, wanting to explore along the recesses of the Courier's mouth; to feel that wet heat so unlike anything else going on.   

    

    It was then he noticed that the other constant sounds he heard were his own voice.  Once that dam had been breached, he was unable to stop that flood of yearning noises.  A moan, groan, whispered encouragement. His legs spread further apart, the dirt a painful delight as it dug into his knees and thighs.  Unable to believe that he wanted more.

    

    The Courier opened his mouth, tongue darting out to lick Vulpes' lower lip as he panted, the noises working him up quickened fervour.  He wanted to bring the soldier to the edge, wanted to watch as he fell, to know he was the cause.  Each sound, whisper and groan was matched with his own as his hand curled up into the nape of his neck, fingers digging into the hairline.

    

    He wanted to possess and be possessed, a thought he was sure he'd have been horrified to discover in rational thoughts.  But here in the tent, he waivered over the primal, revelling in it.

 

    His legs shifted a bit more; try as me might to just feel as much of Andy inside as he was feeling clenching around him. He returned the wet kiss, the arm supporting his weight suddenly dragging down.  His hand gripped at one of Andy's hips harshly, fingertips and nails digging into the soft flesh.

    

    He was becoming unaware of where his body ended and the Courier's began.   He drank everything he could of the man underneath, tongue meeting the others again.  He pressed down further against the body underneath, effectively sandwiching the man between himself and the dirt floor of his tent.

    

    He was literally pounding into the man's body over and over again. 

 

    Behind his closed eyes Andy was seeing starbursts, he couldn't seem to get enough air and it was making him delirious. Gasping he finally pulled back to breath in deeply, staring up at Vulpes with a groan.  He felt his body singing with electricity as he fell, crying out for the Frumentarii as he climaxed.  His body arched up, toes digging into the dirt and despite it all, he kept at his partner, thrusting in and out.

 

    The hand on Andy's hip clenched around it as his whole body tensed a few moments after, the pulsing and contracting around his member combined with the Courier's fingers caused him to dive.  Plummet, even.  His body was buzzing as it emptied nearly every drop available into the body beneath him.  Only after did he realize exactly how much his body was shaking.   His limbs felt too weak.

    

    He felt heavy all over, just wanting to lie there. 

    

    Instead, he looked down at the man underneath, trying to regain his breath as he made a move to pull out.

 

    The hand on the back of Vulpes' neck caressed part of the skin with his thumb as the Courier quietly enjoyed the glow of such an intense orgasm, the other hand laid limp on the ground beside him.  His eyes slid closed as his breathing evened out, a lazy smile quirked on his lips as he laid there.

 

Vulpes' gaze lingered for a moment on just how happy the Courier looked before he pulled away fully, just to sit on the ground.   Despite knowing his body capable of things, he felt completely and utterly drained.

Looking back over, his face returned to its usual coldness, anything having slipped out moments before getting locked away once more. 

    

    I could slit his throat.  It'd be so easy.

    

    But static returned to his hearing, reminding him of the eyebot outside. 

 

    After a moment of lying there, the Courier finally sat up with a grunt, running a hand up to flatten his blonde hair.  He stared over silently at Vulpes for a brief second, feeling momentarily lost.  The Legionaire still terrified him if he were to think back to what he'd seen him do, but he was confused.  Was it all an act?  Or had he honestly enjoyed himself?

    

    He couldn't tell with the way Vulpes watched him coldly, and he could feel the steel flame assert itself slowly, tentatively back inside his chest as he stood.  Reaching for his clothes and pulling them back on.  His mind felt hollow, a thought he didn't want to dwell too deeply on until he was far from any signs of Legion scouts.

 

    Once assured he was able to move more stably, Vulpes rose onto his feet, picking his clothes up as he did so.  There was something akin to horror and disgust inside his gut as he slipped his tunic back on, followed by his boots.  He had allowed himself to lose control for just those last moments. 

    

    And now he was letting the man who saw it live.  The scents, sounds and imagery still rocked against the inside of his skull, confusing him further.  The way the Courier had first continually refused before finally relenting in.   And once in the process.

    

    He turned away from Andy, questions racking his brain. 

    

    "..don't you see what's wrong with that?" 

    

    Bile rose in his throat.   He forced it back down.  

 

    Dressed, the Courier slung his pack across his shoulders, exiting the tent quietly.  Outside he collected ED-E and could be heard conversing with a soldier before his footfalls fell away.  Moments passed before a Legionaire was pulling back the curtain of the tent, informing Vulpes his presence was required at Caesar's tent.

 

    Just as his eyes had fallen on that satchel of healing powder, did he hear the 'request.'    Turning, he left his tent, heading towards his leader's 'home.'  It would never do to make the man wait. The image of the satchel burned in behind his mind, taunting him. 



    Caesar was not seen on his throne as usual, the curtain to his bed had been drawn.  Only when the soldier announced Vulpes' arrival, did Lucius emerge, the door opening to give the briefest of glimpses to the sickened looking Caesar turning in the bed, and then it vanished as the curtain fell back into place.

    

    The silver haired man regarded the young Frumentarii leader for a moment.

    

    "Was he satisfied?" The Praetorian leader asked; patience in short supply from lack of rest.  Bags faintly showed beneath his eyes.

 

    That relaxed, content smile flashed.

    

    "Yes. Entirely." he reported, trying hard not to think about their leader beyond the curtain.   These headaches of his are worsening.  Our men are starting to wonder.

    

    He kept his face blank of any emotion. Anything remotely towards it would be seen as a weakness.  Something he could not afford.

    

    "Good, I hope for your sake you've learned your lesson.  You are never above Caesar."

    

    His frown deepened when he heard a soft moan of pain from behind the curtain, a sliver of disgust flitted across his face before he dismissed the soldier, leaving the main room to return to his leaders’ bedside.

 

    There was no point in attempting to explain.  There never had been.   As Lucius returned to Caesar's side, he caught another glimpse of the strongest man he had ever known.   And now, that man was reduced to nothing but a sack of flesh, curled in pain on his bed.

    

    Swallowing heavily, he turned and left.  He kept his chin high, his posture as proud as it'd always been.  He ignored the few Praetorian guards still posted, wanting nothing more than to watch a man or woman on the cross. 

    

    We cannot lose him. 

    

    Once head back in his tent, he stared down at the healing powder.   His face contorted into rage before kicking the small satchel. 

    

    "I hope for your sake...."

    

    He swallowed down more bile, fighting with his churning stomach. 

    

    The man never hoped. It was a lie, a poor attempt in trying to make Vulpes believe that this whole thing had been a mercy.  Even having attempted to tell himself the same, he'd failed.  It wasn't a mercy. 

    

    It was torture.