One Big Honey-Covered Mess

Disclaimer: anything recognizable, I don't own. Just a random plot bunny that bit me, and I fully blame my hubby. He was playing late. If anyone wants to write the gay parts, they can, but please don't ask me to. Not my thing, sorry.


There was only a faint hissing from the outer door to mark his arrival. The inner door cracked open, just enough to admit him. The candles were flickering brightly, the seductive glow just illuminating the curves of her body beneath the silk robe. She gestured to chaos to come closer, a welcoming smile on her face. He crossed the room, and captured her lips in a demanding kiss. The fingers of one of her hands tangled themselves in his white hair, and a moan escaped her throat. He seemed to know what she wanted, slipping a finger through her moist, dark curls to stroke her bud before delving inside.

“You’ve missed me, I take it, Amaranda?” he whispered against her lips.
She tightened her walls around him and sighed. “God, yes.” His finger slipped out as she tried to ride it. “You are way overdressed for this party, chaos,” She teased as her free hand tugged at the hem of his shirt. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”

They parted for only a fraction of a second, as shirt and vest both went flying. “As milady wishes,” he said pressing his lips to hers yet again. His hands slid over her shoulders, gently sliding the silk from them to pool at her waist where the tie was still tight. “Did Gaignun buy this one for you?”

She smirked up at him, “Yes, and he bought matching ones for himself and Camden, too. If he thought you would even entertain the idea of wearing it, he would have bought one for you. Of course, he would have begged you to model it.” She changed her tone to match her ‘husband,’ “But you’re just too heterosexual.” She dragged her fingers lightly over his chest, tucking them in at his waist. Using his pants as a handle, she pulled him over to the large, opulent bed with its satin sheets. “Besides, isn’t it appropriate for a wife to dress to please her husband on their wedding night? He and Camden get off on designing the rooms, and me, for you, I swear. They set this stuff up, then run off to their own room to hump like a pair of gay little bunnies,” she rolled her eyes, “But this time, I snuck in my own little surprise for you. I hope you like it.”

Chaos sat down on the edge of the bed and began to play with her breasts, giving each nipple a little lick before kissing his way down her belly to the robe’s tie. “And what is this little surprise?” he asked, tugging the offending belt with his teeth as her nails bit slightly into his shoulders. The robe slipped to the floor, baring her entire body to his gaze.

She pushed him back onto the bed, and straddled his thighs. “Close your eyes and I’ll show you,” She whispered against the skin of his chest. He obliged, and was rewarded with the sensation of a warm, thick, sticky liquid being drizzled along the skin of his chest, tracing his abs, circling his nipples, and making designs all the way down to the edge of his waistband, where his hipbones tapered in towards her prize.

“It took me years to figure out what your voice reminded me of, chaos,” she whispered, “but finally I realized that your voice reminded me of thick, warm honey. I couldn’t help it, every time you spoke to me in that rich voice, I could almost feel it sliding down my spine to pool between my legs.” She leaned over and licked a spot of honey off his nipple. “So, I thought I would let you see how it feels. Surprise, chaos, I’m going to cover you in honey, then lick it off.”

“’Randa,” he gasped, unable to hide the arousal that colored his voice as she sucked the sticky sweet off of his nude upper body. Another groan poured from his lips as a drop of honey found each closed eyelid, followed by her soft lips. His pelvis thrust against her in vain, as if to remind her that his pants still separated them.

“Ah, ah, ah. Keep that up, chaos, and I may get to distracted to finish,” she whispered in his ear, a moment before the pressure that had been her body on his lifted. Kneeling down on the floor between his slightly spread legs, she said, “ I would hate to get distracted before I taste all of you covered in honey.” His pants soon found themselves forgotten in a corner of the room, as warm sweetness was slowly poured over his shaft and balls, tangling slightly in snow-colored pubic hair. She made twin trails to her prize, paths of gold up both of his thighs, and then followed them with her mouth.

He thought he would die of the pleasure as she inched slowly up first his left leg, then his right, before finally taking his aching shaft completely in her mouth. The honey had been warm, but compared to the velvet heat of her mouth, it was nothing. His hand held her head as she bobbed up and down, running her tongue around his head and using it to stroke the vein that ran along the top of him. He almost cried when her mouth abandoned his erection, but could only moan in pleasure as she sucked first one testicle, then the other, into her hot mouth to clean the honey from them. Once they were no longer sticky, she returned to his cock, taking him down her throat and sucking him hard until he could no longer restrain himself.

Once he finished gasping from his first orgasm of the evening, he grabbed Amaranda in his arms, pinned her beneath him, and kissed her. “My turn,” he said, taking the spoon from her hand. “But first,” he grabbed the silk belt from the forgotten robe and swept her hands up over her head, “I don’t want you getting any ideas.” He tied her left hand into one edge of the belt, then looped it around the bedpost and tied the other hand with the free end. She was unable to suppress a moan as she tested the bonds, and found herself unable to move.

Her breath caught in her throat as the first warm drop hit the sensitive underside of her right wrist, followed by several more leading up to her shoulder. Gently, he teasingly licked it off, using longer strokes as he got closer to the top. He repeated the pattern on her left arm, then drizzled it over her clavicle, and kissed it off.

Slowly, tenderly, painfully, he continued to kiss his way down her aroused body. He thought she would come off the bed when he finally dripped the first few drops of honey onto her swollen labia. The game forgotten, he knelt between her thighs and began to lick her treasure. She was already so wet and ready; her cries began almost as soon as his tongue touched her. He gently licked her clit, knowing just what to do to excite her to the breaking point. Shudders exploded from her body when he entered her with two thick fingers, thrusting them deep as he continued to tease her bud. He continued to toy with her body, drawing out her orgasm as much as possible, until finally she collapsed on the bed, limp and sated.

He again covered her body with his own, leaning in to kiss her with her dew still fresh on his mouth. His firm member found her opening of its own accord, and he entered her fully with one stroke. There were no words then, only pleasure-laden moans and half-gasps of names as they moved together. Both of them racing towards the goal, aching to feel supreme pleasure as one. Chaos lowered his pale head to her breasts to pay homage to them. At his gentle caress, Amaranda felt her body explode, her muscles tightening around him as she was blinded by her climax. That was all it took to send him over the edge. His pace quickened as he met her at that peak, their bodies locked together in passion’s merciless grip.

Early the next morning, before the simulated light of dawn began to peek in, Amaranda woke. Chaos’s strong arms still held her, cradling her close to his heart. She gazed at his innocently sleeping face, and was stunned at the realization that she loved him. Love. Such a foreign concept to her these past several years, but she still recognized it. She had cared for others, even considered Gaignun and Camden practically family, but hadn’t truly loved since before she’d left home.

Five and a half years ago, she’d been Amaranda Pendragon, a shy, introverted high school student. She only had one person she could truly consider a friend, and made one mistake; she’d fallen in love with that friend’s older brother. She even gave him her virginity; told him she loved him. Naïvely, she assumed that they would get married, that sex equaled love and a future.

Four and a half years ago, lying beneath the one she thought she loved, on graduation night, her universe ended. He called her the wrong name! Not only that, but he’d called her by a name she knew! She’d kicked him in the groin, hard, as she stormed out. Never had she been so insulted as to be compared to her father’s mistress by her own lover! She hadn’t even known that he’d *known* Pellegri. Locked in her room, Amaranda hit rock bottom that night. She thought she would die from the shame, even considered doing it herself to make sure she’d never have to see him again.

She had searched for another way off Second Miltia first. And she’d found it, in a job posting on a listings page. ‘Housekeeper/personal assistant wanted,’ it had said, ‘good pay, excellent opportunities, apply in person.’ The address given was on the Kukai Foundation, and it seemed almost too good to be true. She was on the next transport up, with no word to anyone that she was leaving.
Three days later, the job was hers.

Four years ago, after six months of working as a housekeeper and personal assistant for Gaignun Kukai, she was coming in to take his lunch order when she overheard him on a business call. “Of course I’ll bring my fiancée to the press conference next week. She’s just so beautiful, I’ve been trying to keep her all to myself,” he casually lied to the reporter. He noticed she’d come in and motioned for her to sit down for a minute. She’d wondered what he was going on about. After all, she’d met Camden when she first started working there. She’d had dinner with the two of them regularly. And most disturbing of all, walked in on the two of them French kissing in Gaignun’s office more times than she’d care to remember.

Later that night, she found herself with a pair of gay fairy godfathers, intent on turning her into a media-worthy fiancée for Gaignun. They’d managed to work pure magic that week, turning the awkward, shy girl into a beautiful, desirable woman. Publicly, the couple was planning to marry, but unsure of when. Privately, she was still just his secretary/housekeeper, but unable to date or search for any real companionship. It hadn’t bothered her at first; but after a year and a half of nothing, even a saint would start to get grumpy.

That was when chaos entered her life. Gaignun and Camden invited him over for dinner and drinks, and to meet her. The first part of the evening was pleasant, even fun. She’d been uncertain at first, almost uncomfortable with the idea of having a tryst arranged through her gay “fiancé.” The two gay men had spent hours primping and calming her, selecting her clothes for her from the skin out, and fixing her hair and makeup. Of course, her lack of negligee meant a shopping trip for the trio. The dining room had been turned into a more intimate and inviting space than the finest restaurant. Two tiny terrace-style tables hugged a small dance floor, and candles provided the only light. It was when she was left alone with him for the first time that her nerves finally caught up with her. They expected her to have sex with this man that she’d just met, but that wasn’t what scared her. What had her nervous was that she wanted to. They moved slowly, each learning the other’s body. And he’d held her afterwards, kissed the tears gently from her face as she wept. Part of it was mourning for her lost life, and part of the tears simply were for the beauty of what they shared.

Her thoughts were shattered by the sound of the outer door opening. Assuming that one of the boys had arranged for room service, she tugged the satin sheet up to cover her breasts. The door crashed open, revealing a man that most definitely was *not* with room service. He smelled like he’d crawled into the tequila bottle after the worm, and the glazed look to his eyes confirmed that Jose Quervo was indeed one of his best friends. It took her a few minutes to recognize the man, and was still trying to place him when chaos addressed him.

“Jin, what are you doing here?” he asked as he sat up behind Amaranda.

Jin Uzuki didn’t even seem to see chaos as he staggered over and grabbed her hair to drag her from the bed. “If you’re going to cheat on your wedding night, then at least spare a little for the man who taught you how to fuck,” he growled as he tried to kiss her. Instead of her lips, however, it was her knee that made contact with him. And just like the last time, it was to the groin, with all her strength behind it.

The sound of the larger man hitting the floor brought both Gaignun and Camden running, boxer-clad with robes flapping. With tears filling her eyes, Amaranda turned to face them. “Please make sure he’s gone before I get out of the shower,” she started to lose her composure, “and inform him that next time I see him, I won’t be so kind.” She pivoted on her heels, and with her chin held high, managed to make it to the bathroom before the tears started.

Holding the sheet to his hips, chaos started after her. Gaignun stopped him. “Why don’t you stay here with him while Camden calls Jr. to come get him? I’ll go check on ‘Randa,” he said as he went to the bathroom door. “Camden, when you come back, please bring him an ice pack. He’s going to need it.”

A/n Please R&R!!!