FANDOM:      Once A Thief

RATING:      NC 17 M/M Sex and language.

SUMMARY:     Vic and Mac continue their “extreme sex sports” PWP

THANKS:      Unending gratitude, as always, to Sue, for  Beta and wanting more of the boys nonsense. and especially for telling me I could write slash.

Bent BY LeFey

Mac popped the video in the VCR and returned to the couch next to Victor.

Vic had already hit the remote and was fastforwarding through the previews and ads.

“Where’d you find this?”

The question was asked nonchalantly enough but Mac detected the slightest note of suppressed excitement.

“A catalogue.”

Vic snapped around to look at Mac. “You bought it?”  There was no mistaking his reaction now.

“I bought two.  I figured you’d wear this one out before you got bored with it.”

“Shh.  It’s starting.”  Vic was leaning forward on the couch, intently watching the screen.  Two women in police uniforms entered a locker room. There was insipid dialogue, badly read lines, but that wasn’t what was important.  The two began to undress, then undress each other.  In the middle of the striptease they started to kiss and touch. One woman was tall and blonde with heavy breasts and large dusky nipples.  Her partner was smaller, dark and exotic looking.  She moaned and arched as the blonde slipped her hand into the hi-cut panties that had “police property” stenciled across the butt.

Vic rubbed his hand down his thigh and exhaled a long held breath.

This was going to work, Mac was certain.  This little fantasy of hot police babes getting each other off would probably turn Vic’s cock into ground zero. A few well-placed strokes and there’d be melt down.  Victor Mansfield, man of stone, as he’d started to call himself to taunt Mac, had won for the last time.

Vic was holding his knees and rocking minutely when the video ended.

“That was hot.”  His voice was breathy and the arousal he felt was plain to hear.

“I thought you’d like that.”  Mac was already having trouble.  He hadn’t taken into account what watching Vic become excited would do to him.  He didn’t need porn; he didn’t even need stimulation, all he needed was the sight of the bulge tenting Vic’s pants to make him crazy.

Vic jumped up.  He was always a little hyper in the beginning.  The energy of arousal, and anticipation of the competition seemed almost too much for him to handle.  He gripped the coffee table and pulled it to the other side of the room leaving the space before the couch empty.

“What are you doing?”  Mac stood and took Vic’s arm as he started to walk towards the kitchen.  He wanted control of the situation.  He had his own ideas about what would happen tonight.

“I bought a couple jars of that extra-thick fudge sauce.”  Vic told him, straining a little to be on his way.  “I’ll get a sheet.  We lay down here, sixty-nine, and lick the fudge off each others stomachs till somebody gives up.”

“No.”  Mac held onto his arm.  “I want to do something else.”  He ran the fingers of his free hand down Vic’s side.  Victor moved involuntarily away from his fingers.  Good sign.  Vic was squirmimgly ticklish when things were going right.

“I don’t want to tickle.  It doesn’t get me off.”

Right, Mac thought.  It doesn’t get him off to *be* tickled.  But Mac remembered the only time they’d tried that test of endurance.   Vic had overpowered him, after only a few seconds, and tickled him till he could barely breath and Vic could barely keep himself from coming.

“I want to kiss.”

Vic gave him a disbelieving frown.  “Why?”

“It’s my choice, tonight.”

“We’ve done that, what, three times?  And you’ve lost, let me try and remember, three times.”  Vic displayed the infuriating, derisive smile he’d developed since they’d started playing “extreme sport” together.

“Dickhead,” Mac snapped.

“Come on, you gotta give me some competition, Ramsey.  Look, I’ll spot you five minutes.”  He started to move away but Mac stopped him again.

“I said we’re going to kiss.”

Vic leaned in close.  “Those chicks were really fine.”  The heat from his breath brushed Mac’s cheek.  He didn’t need this; the low smoky timber of Victor’s voice was like silk being teased over him.  He was afraid Vic had become aware of power of his voice.  He was afraid that Vic had become aware of a lot of things since they had started this two months before. Shy, vanilla Victor Mansfield disappeared when they were together.  An arrogant sexual artist who reveled in tormenting Mac to orgasm had replaced him.

“Man, didn’t it get to you when they started licking each other,” Victor continued to tease. “I want to lick you,” he whispered. “And I want you to lick me.”

Mac pushed him back.

“Kissing, that’s it.  And sauna.”

“Sauna,” Vic pondered the idea.  “And touching?”

“No touching.”

“You’re still going to lose. I am made of stone.”

“Shut-up, Dork, and get the plastic wrap.”

Vic and Mac stood in the living room, in the space Vic had cleared for them.  They began to undress each other.  This had become a ceremony of slow subliminal teasing for them.  Buttons were dragged through buttonholes with as much accidental touching as possible. Shirts and pants were slid off with hands inside the garments, fingers trailing over sensitive skin. They were both hot and needy by the time they were nude.

“Kneel down,” Mac said, his voice already husky with arousal.

Vic knelt across from him and held up his ample erection.  “Top or bottom?”

“Bo…” Mac started.  “Top.”

“Six of one,” Vic said as he reached for the roll of plastic wrap on the rug beside him.

Mac took it from his hand.  “I’ll do that.  You start pretending to smooth it out and then you’re jerking me off.”

Vic laughed as he handed it to him.  “Do whatever you want, man.  You’re still going to lose.”

Mac took his own erection in hand and laid it on the back of Vic’s.  The heat rising from him bolted through Mac.  He steeled himself.  It was only going to get worse.  He wrapped a layer of plastic around them and felt the heat intensify.  The sauna, as they called it, was a little bit of self-torture Vic had come up with.  Several layers of plastic wrap held them together. They could feel the slightest movement, the slightest escalation in arousal in the other.  And the clinging plastic kept their mounting heat trapped next to their cocks, forcing even more blood to the engorged organs.

Mac wrapped them many times, so they were hot, and tightly secured to each other.  He cut the film with a pair of scissors, and then dropped the shears on the couch behind him.  He licked his fingers and ran a bead of saliva over the edge of the plastic wrap, beginning to smooth it into place.  He had cut it very deliberately so the seam lay along the underside of Vic’s cock.

Vic’s stomach muscles tightened as Mac’s fingers caressed the sensitive spot just below the head.

“You smooth it once while you’re sealing it,” Vic managed.  “Anymore and you’re playing with me.”  He swatted Mac’s hand away when he wouldn’t stop.

“What’s the matter Man of Stone?  Did that get to you.”

“No,” Vic gave him an evil grin.  “But you are in so much fuckin’ trouble for trying it,” he promised.

Mac held his hands up, palms towards Vic.  “We lock hands.”

“Last time we kissed I just teased this little spot on the back of your legs.”  Vic’s hands flashed out to tantalize the sensitive skin just below the swell of Mac’s butt.  “And you nearly creamed,” he said as Mac squirmed.

“You fucking cheat,” Mac hollered as he grabbed at Vic’s hands.  He secured his wrists and pulled his hands away, holding them between the two of them.  “I said no touching!”

Victor looked down at their joined dicks and smiled.

“I think Mr. Man there liked it. You get any harder and you’re going to bruise me.”

“Fuck you, Mansfield.”

“You’re the once who’s fucked, buddy.”

Mac threaded his fingers through Vic’s.

Vic circled his thumb on the palm of Mac’s right hand and grinned knowingly.

“Stop it!”  Mac struggled to snag Vic’s thumb.  After a few seconds he pinched it between his own thumb and index finger.  “Look if you keep cheating I’m going to call a forfeit right now.”

“Who do you think you are, the Damn Olympic committee?  I don’t need to cheat to beat you, wuss.”  Victor pushed their hands out to the side, shoulder high.  “On three.”

Mistake, Mac thought as they stared at each other.  He’d gotten Vic mad. Vic became very stubborn when he was mad.  Vic truly did become man of stone.  Now, it would take a lot to make him give up.  The unwanted image of Vic, after long hours of kissing, barely hanging on, floated through Mac’s mind.  His cock jumped at the idea.

Mistake, Mac thought as they stared at each other.  Vic was mad.  Vic became very stubborn when he was mad.  Vic truly did become man of stone. Now, it would take a lot to make him give up.  The unwanted image of Vic, after long hours of kissing, barely hanging on, floated through Mac’s mind.  His cock jumped at the idea.

Vic gave a scornful laugh.  “Christ, man.  We haven’t even started and you’re already having tremors.”

Suddenly, Victor moved involuntarily, as well.

Mac smiled back at him.  “It seems to work for you.”

Victor leaned towards him.  “You’re finished, Ramsey.”

“One, two, three.”  They counted together and lowered their joined hands till they were extended at an angle away from their hips.

Their lips brushed.  Victor, taking the lead, opened his mouth and slid his lips slowly over Mac’s.  They stayed like this for several minutes.  Each one in turn, barely touching the others lips, sending tantalizing shivers through both of them.

Mac darted his tongue out, making it pointed and hard, to graze the corner of Victor’s mouth.   He traced the perfect bow of his lips and was rewarded with a twitch from beneath their joined cocks.  Mac had found out just how sensitive Vic’s mouth was the first time they had tried this.  Mac’s problem was he could never outlast Mansfield.  Vic’s arousal always pushed Mac beyond endurance.

Vic kissed him hard.  This was a ploy, Mac knew, to try and rid himself of the sensation that was plaguing his lips. Mac leaned back making the contact lighter.  He slipped his tongue into Vic’s mouth when the opportunity provided itself.  Vic melted against him, at the initial pleasure.

The kissing went on for an infinite time, growing from exploratory to passionate.  Finally, an urgency set in that made their cocks jump and twitch in response to each other’s erotic torment.

Mac broke away first, his mouth moving to Vic’s neck, his teeth grazing the taut skin.

Vic bucked against him at the feeling but then found Mac’s ear and worried the lobe with his teeth. Mac moaned into his neck.  Vic shivered from the vibration of the sound against his skin.

Mac slid his mouth down to lap at the hollow of Vic’s collarbone.

Mac felt him tense.  This was it.  He’d maneuvered himself to a place that drove Vic wild.  He knew that the only thing Vic could reach was the top of his head.   He made sure to move his head slightly on the off-chance that his soft thick hair was tickling Vic somewhere.  ‘Your turn.  You’re the one who’s finished, Mansfield,’ he thought.

“Jeez, Mac.  You’re really twitching,” Vic cooed in his dark, honeyed voice.  “You better give up before you come on me.”

The words teased at Mac.  His cock jumped in response.

Victor laughed softly, but it was cut short when Mac nipped at the tender skin at his neck.

Vic cleared his throat.  “Come on Mac,” his voice was a velvet growl. “You can’t last much longer.” Mac felt the nudge after Vic spoke.  ‘Damnit,’ he cursed at himself.  He hadn’t wrapped them well enough. Vic was just enough longer to be able to work an annoying rub against Mac’s sensitive balls. He swirled his tongue over the warm skin on Vic’s neck.  It was a battle of wills now.

The tiny rub on his scrotum was maddening and feeling Vic respond, under him, to what he was doing was making it worse.  He had to last, just outlast him by seconds, that’s all he needed.

The fingers of their joined hands kneaded and clutched as they struggled to overpower each other.

“What did I feel?”  Vic asked in a low voice that seemed hot-wired into Mac’s cock.  “A drop of dew?  You’re really close aren’t you?  Don’t cream on me, Mac.”  Vic pushed against him once more.

Vic was right, he was close.  Mac felt like he was vibrating with the effort to hold back.

“If you cream on me, man, I’ll have to punish you.”  Vic gave a low tortured moan as his own dick spasmed under Mac.  He took a deep breath and continued.  “You know what I’m going to do if you spill on me?  I’ll take the plastic wrap and bind your legs together.  Then I’ll wrap it around your arms and chest till you can’t move.  When I’m done I’ll spread fudge sauce all over your balls.  That will be enough to make you crazy.  But since I’ll have to teach you a lesson, then I’ll lick it off, very slowly, with just the tip of my tongue.”

Mac’s head shot up.  “I give.  Get me out of this shit.”  His hands scrabbled at the plastic wrap.

Vic laughed and tried to grab his hands.  “Ramsey, you are so easy.”

“Shut up, idiot.”  He’d managed to get the wrap started and once it was loose he pulled himself free.

Vic took the loop of plastic wrap from his dusky, weeping cock and tossed it aside.  He held his hands up in victory.  “Once again, the winner, still champion, the man of stone.”  Vic thrust his hips at Mac.  “You know the rules, loser gets the winner off first.  Do a good job this time, because the longer it takes me the longer you have to wait.”

“You’re such a dick.”  Anger and frustration burned in Mac.  Victor knew how to push all his buttons.  He always had but at least before he could pretend not to be bothered by him.  Vic didn’t buy that anymore.

“Quite the dick, yourself, man.”  Vic reached out and tickled just under the head.

Mac slapped his hand away.  The act opened the gates.  Vic laughed at him and Mac upended him onto the carpet.

“What the hell…”  Vic tried to rise.

Mac grabbed Vic’s wrists and forced his hands under Vic’s butt.   He fell forward on his legs, effectively pinning Victor from the waist down.

“Get off me, Ram…”  The rest of the name rushed from Vic’s lips with a hiss as Mac swallowed his cock.

Mac forced him as far into his mouth as he could.  He swirled his tongue, sucked and nipped at his hardness.  Vic moaned and struggled under him.

“Mac, no.  Stop!  Oh God, no.”  Vic pleaded.  He hollered.  Then his voice dropped to an erotic moan as the pleasure took him.

Mac felt him tense and slowed down.   Vic writhed, lifting his head and shoulders from the carpet at the loss of intensity.

    Mac played with him and teased him, bringing him close enough to taste the salt of his precum then backing off.

Vic no longer spoke, just made strangled moans as he waited on the torturous edge of ecstasy.

“Mac, please.”  The words were drawn out, punctuated by his labored breathing.

That’s what Mac wanted to hear.  He laughed, Vic still deep in his mouth. The vibration hummed around Vic’s cock and made him tremble.

Mac started a rhythm and licked and swallowed as he worked Vic.

“Mac, I’m going to come.”  Victor struggled to free himself.  “Mac, please…. I can’t ….  I can’t….  I can’t stop it!”

Mac increased the intensity of everything he was doing and in a moment Vic was screaming.

“Mac…  Mac…  Ahhh…  God, Mac….”

When it was over Mac knelt beside Vic, who lay boneless and panting, his eyes closed and his hands splayed by his head.  Mac snagged the discarded plastic wrap and took his own erection in hand.  He wasn’t sure what was more arousing, the tingle of his fingers against his skin or the memory of Vic fighting not to come.  The thought of forcing that pleasure out of Victor brought a thrilled, rattling, orgasm from Mac.

He cleaned himself up as best he could with the plastic wrap and lay down next to Vic.  It was only then that the other man stirred.  Mac stared at the ceiling.  He was uncertain, now, how Vic would react.  Mac had crossed the line tonight.  There was no telling if he was going to be kissed or killed.

“You like that?” he ventured.

“Didn’t it sound like I did?”  Vic asked in a voice slow and thick with bliss.

Mac laughed, more from relief that he wouldn’t have to fight for his life after what he’d just done, then from the unexpected question.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Vic asked.

“I didn’t.  I just tried to duplicate some things that have been done to me.”  He turned to look at Vic who stared at him, his eyes troubled and narrowed.

“Did LiAnn ever blow you?” he asked, apparently not eager to hear the answer.

Mac laughed and propped himself on one elbow.  He shook his head no.

“You kidding?”

Vic looked back at the ceiling.

“I asked her once.  But she pitched such a fit I never said anything again.”

“I can’t imagine her blowing anybody.  I can’t imagine her doing anything except laying there and asking ‘are you finished, yet.’”

Vic turned his head quickly and looked at Mac.

“I thought it was just me!”

Mac grinned. “No.  It’s definitely her.”

“I always thought I wasn’t doing enough, or maybe too much.  I felt like I was doing something wrong all the time.”

“No,” Mac said urgently.  “How could you do anything wrong, man.  You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever been around.”

Vic grabbed Mac and pulled him into a passionate kiss.  They lay in each other’s arms panting, forehead pressed against forehead.

“You make me feel things no one else ever has,” Vic confessed.

“Me too,” Mac whispered.  “You do that to me, too, Baby.”

The name, Baby, shocked them both.  They tensed and pulled away a bit. They looked at each other, a wary disbelief narrowing their eyes.  The genie was out of the bottle.

They disentangled from one another and lay back down on the rug staring at the ceiling.  A long uncomfortable silence ensued.

“We’re in way over our heads,” Mac blurted out.

“Totally,” Vic agreed quickly.

“You want to quit?” Mac asked, looking over to Vic.

Vic turned to Mac.

“Do you?”

“Fuck you, Mansfield!  I asked you first!”

Vic rolled to his back, staring at the ceiling once again.  He let out a deep breath.

“No,” he said hesitantly, but then added in an embarrassed rush.  “I can’t do this with anyone else.  I don’t want to be with any one but you.”  He was silent for a moment but then motioned at his limp penis.  “But I can’t do what you did for me, tonight.  Yet.”

“Don’t sweat it, man.  I didn’t know I could do it ‘til I had your dick in my mouth.”

“What now?” Vic asked quietly.

Mac took a long time to answer.

“May … maybe,” Mac stammered.  “Ah, sometime, maybe.”  He squared his shoulders against the carpet. “You know, like, sometime we could…”

    “Make love,” they both said at once.

Silence hung between them.

“But then it would be about sex,” Victor offered quietly.

Mac raised himself up on one elbow.  His face tensed into a frown as he stared at Victor.

“It *is* about sex, Vic.  It always was.  Look at us!”  His hand swept in a gesture that took in the two of them.  “We’re laying on the rug, naked and spent.  Since we started this thing we’ve each touched practically every inch of the other guy’s body.  We’ve been kissing for the last twenty minutes.  I’ve had your dick down the back of my throat.  And you came in my mouth.  Now, while that may not be Bill Clinton’s definition of sex, it’s sex by me.”

“I didn’t want to come in your mouth,” Vic shot back defensively.

Mac watched the color rise in his face.

“I know,” he said and Victor looked away.  “That was the best part.”

Vic turned back to him.  Surprise flashed across his features.  Then he smiled, shy but wickedly sexy.

“Yeah.  That was the best part.”

Vic’s smile, his words, went right to Mac’s core, rattling his heart and bringing a fine mist of heat to his skin.

Mac ran his hand over Vic’s face, gently pushing it away from him.  It didn’t help to erase the smile and now Vic laughed, the rich throaty laugh that made Mac forget his own name.

Mac rocked back on his elbow.  “If I could package what you’re putting out now, I could become a very rich man, Baby!”  He lay back down beside Vic.

They were comfortable, for really the first time, just lying silently next to each other.  Mac thought Vic had fallen asleep until he felt him take the tips of his fingers.  Mac squeezed back.

“You want to spend the night?” Vic asked.

“You want me to?”

“Don’t ‘you’ start that crap,” Vic groused.

“Sure.  Fine, I’ll stay,” Mac conceded.  “But I can’t do anything, more. I’m wasted.”

“There’s morning, you know,” Vic offered, his tone testing.

“Sure, we could do morning.  Morning is good.”

Vic squeezed his fingers again and then fell silent.

“We’re not straight anymore, are we?”  Vic asked after awhile, his voice ringing with disbelief.

Mac clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Nope, we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto.”

TITLE:    At Odd Angles

AUTHOR:   LeFey

FANDOM:   Once a Theif

PAIRING:  Victor Mansfield and Mac Ramsey

RATING:   NC-17  M/M sex,  language.

STATUS:   COMPLETE

ARCHIVE:  TER/MA

FEEDBACK: Please. lefeymoi@att.net

SERIES:   So Inclined

DISCLAIMER:  They belong to Alliance and John Woo.

THANKS:   Dr. Ruthless, my muse.

SUMMARY:  Vic is in denial and Mac is in need.

 Vic stood in the hallway outside Mac’s apartment.  He  started to knock but held back.  Things had gotten  complicated.  The sex was great.  Being around Mac could  be a blast.  He was funny, mercurial and affectionate.   But that was the obstacle between them, tenderness.  Vic  loved, craved, nearly lived for the desperate, test of  wills that sex had become between them.  But Mac was  having second thoughts.  Vic shook his head.

‘Stop lying,’ he admonished himself.  Mac was scared and he had a right to be.  Vic had never hurt him but he had  pushed him to the limits of his endurance, only to try  and think of a way to go beyond that.

"I don’t want to do this all the time.  I need something  normal," Mac had blurted out just before he left, the  last time they were together.

"You got two guys getting each other off.  Normal is  kind of a contradiction in terms, isn’t it?"

Mac turned to him, his dark eyes bewildered.  He looked  incredibly young and troubled, like a child who knew  Santa didn’t exist but didn’t want to give up the  comfort of the myth.

"I want to have.. to go.." he struggled to find the  right words.  "I want a date, Vic.  I want us to have a  date.  I need some affection."  The last words might as  well have been ‘go to hell’ for the way they were said.

Vic had agreed, too tired and spent to fight about it.

Now, standing outside the door, he wasn’t sure if he  could go through with it.  Despite the things they had  done and said to one another, Vic clung to the lie that  it was just a game.

He rapped lightly on the door.  Maybe Mac wouldn’t hear;  maybe he was in the back, then Vic could honestly say he  had showed up and no one answered.

He heard Mac’s footsteps approaching.

The door flew open.  Mac was smiling, that baby-toothed  smile that turned him into a big goofy kid.

He reached out to pull Vic into a kiss.

"What.."  Vic straight-armed Mac when he leaned towards  him.

"What are you doing?"  He pushed Mac back through the  doorway of the apartment.  Vic stepped inside and closed  the door behind him.

"I’m trying to kiss you hello, you jerk."  Mac held out  his hands and looked incredulous.

"Somebody could see us."  Victor motioned behind him.   "I thought I heard the elevator."

"That’s just great.  It’s really good to see you too,  Vic.  As long as no one else does."

Victor pushed past him and walked to the kitchen.

"Don’t get sensitive on me," he threw over his  shoulder.  He heard Mac let out an angry breath.  After  a moment there was the sound of his footsteps as he  followed him.

Mac took a seat at the kitchen bar as Vic rummaged  through the cupboards.

"Glasses are in the cabinet, right of the sink," Mac  offered.

He opened the paper bag that Victor had set on the  counter, and withdrew a bottle.

"This is nice," Mac commented sarcastically.  "You  always bring a bottle of Jack Daniels on a date."

Victor took the bottle from his hand, opened it and  poured a draft into the glass of ice he held.

"Vic, tell me how this seduction technique of yours  works.  You usually get your date drunk or just hit them  over the head with the bottle?"

Vic raised his glass in a salute and narrowed his eyes.

"I know which I’d rather do to you."

"You said this was going to be different," Mac accused.

"No.  You said you wanted it to be different.  I said  I’d show up."

"Show up!  Be careful Vic, or I’ll get a big head from  all your attention," Mac shot back.

"Stop talking like a queer."

Vic drained his glass and turned towards the sink.

"You go to fucking hell, Mansfield."  Mac said the words  slowly, each one sharp edged, ringing with hurt and  barely controlled anger.

Vic still had his back to Mac when he spoke.

"Sorry," he said softly but there was no response.  "I  don’t know how to do this.  I don’t know how to be … a  guy’s… boyfriend."

"I don’t either, Vic.  But I’m willing to try.  I think  you’re worth it.  Despite the fact you think I’m shit."

Vic turned slowly and leaned against the sink.  It took  him a moment before he could look at Mac.

"I’m the one who’s shit."  He held out his hand to Mac.  "I’m sorry. Can we start over?"

Mac stepped around the counter and into the kitchen to  join Vic.  He slipped his arms around Vic’s waist.

"Let’s just start," he whispered.  Mac kissed him  softly, sliding his lips lightly over the perfect bow of  Vic’s mouth.  Victor’s hands slipped under the blue  muslin of Mac’s loose shirt.  His finger’s traced the  valley of his spine and Mac leaned into him.  They  kissed till they were both lost in the delight of  exploring and being explored by the others’ mouth.

Mac slid one hand over Vic’s stomach and felt the  expected quiver as he circled his navel through the  light denim shirt.  He let his touch wander up Vic’s  body to tweak his nipple, then cup and fondle his pec.

Victor shoved him back.

"What the fuck is that?" His face was rouged with  arousal and anger.

"I..I.. was just..just.." Mac stammered, startled by his  sudden fury.

"I’m not a woman, Mac," Vic bellowed.  "I’m not going to  stand here while you try to feel me up like one of those  club girl whores you used to fuck."

"I didn’t mean …"

Vic pushed past him and started for the door.

Mac followed a moment later, as angry at the rejection  as Vic seemed to be from his attention.

"You can’t just walk out, Mansfield," he hollered after  him.

"Watch me."

Mac tackled him, pushing Vic onto the couch.  They  struggled and grappled, each trying to gain the  advantage over the other.  Victor slipped off the couch  and Mac landed on top of him. It was enough.  Mac pinned  Vic’s hands above his head with one of his own.  He  placed the thumb of his free hand on the hollow of Vic’s  neck and made him yelp.

"Lie still," Mac instructed as he panted. "I can make  this very painful for you."  He increased the pressure a  little and Victor grimaced but didn’t call out.  Mac let  up but kept his thumb poised on the spot.

"You’re going to listen to me, you pig-headed fuck."

"I’m not going to be your bitch," Victor screamed.  Vic  struggled but then grew still and tried to move away  from Mac’s thumb on his neck.

"But it’s fine for me to be your torture toy."

"It’s a game.  You called it extreme sport. Sports are  man shit.  I’m not going to be a woman for you.  I’m a  man."

"You’re a coward."

Vic raised himself off the floor and overturned Mac.  In  a moment Vic held him down, his hands pressing Mac’s  wrists into the carpet.

Vic ground himself against Mac’s groin.

"I could make you come, right now."  He whispered the  threat.

"You can always make me come," Mac conceded, turning his  face away from Victor. "I’m not a coward.  I can admit  that.  I can say it and still be a man."

"You go to hell," Vic seethed.  He picked Mac’s hands  off the rug and slammed them down.  "What do you want  from me?"

"What I want, you can’t do," Mac threw back at him.

Vic raised him up and threw him back to impact with the  floor.

"I can do anything.  I’m stronger than you."

"That’s right you are," Mac yelled.  "You’re braver too,  you have more integrity, and you’re not afraid to show  you care."  Mac narrowed his eyes and looked directly at  Victor.  "Except with me."

"You don’t understand."

"No, Vic I don’t.  I don’t understand what happened to  you that you have to make sex into a test of endurance.   No wonder LiAnn dumped you."

Vic’s grip on Mac tightened till  he had to flex his  hands to keep the circulation going.

"I never did anything like that with her.  You know  that!"  The last words were screamed into his face.

"Then why do you have to always do it to me?" Mac  shouted back.

"It gets you off, too.  You told me it was the most  intense sex you ever had."

"It’s getting weird, Vic.  I can’t do it all the time."   Mac’s voice trailed off till it was barely a whisper.   "I need some affection.  I miss the intimate, good  stuff."

Vic released him immediately and rocked back on his  heels.

"This isn’t going to work."  Vic began to rise but Mac  grabbed his arms.

"I asked you once before, you want to quit?" Mac  challenged.

Vic looked at him but soon glanced away, unable to keep  in contact with the raw emotion, the need and fear in  Mac’s eyes.

"No."  Vic didn’t hesitate this time.  "But I can’t be  the woman."

Mac pulled himself up to a sitting position.

"Neither can I.  But I need you to give me more."

"What do you mean?" Vic asked warily.

"You like it to be a challenge between us," Mac threw at  him.  "So, I’ve got a test for you.  You man enough to  let me make love to you?"

"What are you talking about?  You want to fuck me?  No!"

They were both kneeling, facing, each man locked in the  others angry gaze.

"I don’t want to fuck you," Mac threw back at him.   "Where the hell did that come from?  I want to hold you  and kiss you and touch you.  Make love with you the way  I knew before you introduced me to sex as a blood sport."

"You mean like to a woman." Vic’s tone dripped with  disdain.

"I mean like to another human being," Mac screamed.  He  raised his hand and held up two fingers.

"You’ve got two choices, Vic."  Mac’s hand trembled as  he showed it to Victor.  "You do what I tell you, or you  get out.  If you leave, I’m still your partner.  I’ll  always have your back, but there’ll be no sex, of any  kind, ever."

Vic’s mouth opened as he began to protest.

Mac held up his hand to stop him.

"It’s not negotiable.  Make a choice."

Victor looked away from Mac.  He was shaky from the  emotions that raged in him.  Anger charged his body. He  felt anger at Mac for posing this ultimatum, and anger  at himself for being in this position.  But fear was  what kept him unable to respond, although he couldn’t  put that name to it.  He didn’t want this to end.  He  couldn’t imagine a time when he wouldn’t be allowed to  grab Mac, wrestle him down and feel that incredible  mouth against his own.  But it was all a matter of  trust.  And after all the betrayals Victor had suffered  he wasn’t certain he could give that degree of trust to  anyone, even Mac.

"I don’t know what you want," Vic said and slowly  lowered his head.

The anger and impatience on Mac’s face melted and  concern creased his brow.  He took Vic’s face in his  hands. He kissed him gently on the lips, trying to  reassure him.

"You just have to make a choice, Vic.  I need you to  give me … something.  I need it to be more than a game  between us."

Victor moved his head till his temple rested against  Mac’s cheek.  His voice was little more than a whispered  plea when he spoke.

"What do you want me to do?"

Mac put the fingers of one hand under Vic’s chin and  raised his head to look at him.

"I’m going to take my shirt off, then you put your hands  on my shoulders."

Mac quickly pulled the loose muslin shirt over his  head.

Victor brought his hands to rest tentatively on Mac’s  shoulders.

"Look at me, Vic," Mac coaxed.

Vic managed to look at Mac’s mouth but couldn’t meet his  eyes.

"You’re so hot and fine," Mac whispered, as he reached  for the front of Vic’s shirt.  "I know you don’t believe  that about yourself, but I know you are."  He unbuttoned  Vic’s shirt, unbuckling the heavy leather belt he wore  before he pulled the garment out of Vic’s jeans and  undid the last button.

"I use to ask LiAnn ‘what do you see in that guy?’" Mac  said, trailing his fingers over the smooth muscled skin  of Vic’s bare chest.  "She didn’t have to tell me,  ‘cause I saw it too."

He ran his hands inside the shirt, his fingers curling  in a caress at Vic’s neck.  Then he pushed the shirt  aside, brushing over the tense muscles of Vic’s  shoulders and back.

"The first time I saw you," Mac whispered next to Vic’s  ear as he pushed the shirt off to puddle on the floor,  "in her apartment, it flashed through my mind even then,  he’s prime."

Mac kissed him, slowly, his mouth sliding over the  contours, probing the hollow of Vic’s parted lips.

Mac broke away and took a deep breath.  He rested his  forehead against Vic’s.

"And you’ve had the advantage over me ever since."

"Mac," Vic whispered. "I don’t want to quit.  It’s  just…"  His voice trailed off.

"I know, Vic.  I’m afraid too."

Mac pulled him into a firm embrace.  They held each  other for a long time, till finally each relaxed enough  to stroke the other.

"Want to go in the bedroom?" Mac asked as Vic’s fingers  made little circles over the small of his back.

Vic nodded his head against Mac’s shoulder.

They stood and Mac turned Vic around, pointing him  towards the bedroom. "I want to get something.  I’ll be  right in."

When Mac entered the room Vic was already in bed,  propped against the headboard.  Covered by a sheet his  lower body presented a sleek outline, punctuated by a  healthy erection under the soft cotton fabric.

"What’ve you got?"  Vic pointed at the objects Mac  carried in on a folded white towel.

"Here, smell," he said as he offered a tube of red  paisley to Vic then finished undressing himself.

Vic took what felt like a beanbag, warm and nubby to the  touch, and sniffed.  It was aromatic with herbs and the  sharp note of pine.

"What is this?"

"It’s an herbal wrap, filled with rice.  You heat it in  the microwave and put it on your body where you ache.   The heat radiates out and makes you feel better."

Mac took the hem of the sheet and pulled it away  revealing Vic’s body and his dusky cock.

"So where do you ache, Vic?" Mac gave him a wicked grin.

Vic laughed. caught off guard by the idea.

"Lie down," Mac encouraged as he took the wrap from  Vic’s hands.

Vic scooted down the bed till he lay flat, his head  cradled on two down pillows.

"This is going to feel so good," Mac assured him and  wound the warm, scented wrap around Vic’s erection.

The sensation was incredible.  Vic arched off the bed,  as the all encompassing warmth seemed to draw pleasure,  heat, and desire to a throbbing focal point between his  legs.

Mac pulled off two rubber bands that braceleted his  wrist and secured the herb wrap, base and top.  Just the  head of Vic’s penis peeked from the muffler of red  paisley. Then Mac took both hands and gently squeezed  the wrap.

Vic writhed beneath the torturous pleasure.

"Good, huh?  All that heat and those little crunchy bits  of rice tickling everywhere.  I’ll get another one of  these and sometime we’ll see who can last the longest."

"It’s too good," Vic moaned and placed his hands on  Mac’s to get him to stop.  It was so different letting  Mac do these things to him.  It was hard not to grab  him, throw him down and take the game from him. But all  his senses seemed heightened by giving in to Mac.  The  slightest touch reverberated through his nerves.  And he  was not distracted by of what he could do to make Mac  concede.  Victor only had the ever increasing pleasure  to hold onto, and it threatened to overwhelm him.

Mac stopped massaging the wrap and Vic exhaled, grateful  for the break, yet almost regretting the loss of  titillation.

"I’m going to make you come without touching your cock,"  Mac said in a husky whisper before his mouth covered  Vic’s.  More warmth accompanied the kiss, along with the  rich, sweet scent of herbs and pine as Mac caressed him  with a smaller square wrap held in the palm of his  hand.

Wonderful diverse sensations tantalized Vic. Mac’s soft  full lips sucked and pressed at Vic’s mouth.  Mac’s  tongue darted in to tease against his own.  His long  fingers trailed light maddening touches over Vic’s bare  shoulder and down his arm to tickle briefly over his  palm.  Warmth radiated up his thighs as Mac pressed the  small pad of heated rice and herbs along the inside of  his legs.  The soft flannel of the cover, the prickle of  the points of the rice raised goosebumps as Mac ever-so- lightly moved it over the fine hairs on his sensitized  skin.

Vic had never experienced sex like this.  He had never  been the object of another’s desire. Sex had always been  something he *did* to someone else. It was either an  ordeal, trying to get some response, or done quickly to  avoid rejection.  He had experienced new intensity of  sensation with Mac as they escalated their ‘extreme  sport’, but nothing compared to this.

His cock jumped in the heated confines of the wrap.

Mac broke their kiss and laughed softly when he felt the  twitch.

"Feel like you’re about to explode?"

Vic moaned as the idea made his muscle bound again.

"Pervert," he managed, his voice low and heavy with  need. "You’ve done this to yourself, haven’t you?"

"Not exactly like this.  But I’ve thought a lot about  doing it to you."

"Do it," Vic pleaded. "Touch me.  Mac, I’m in misery!  Touch me."

"I told you, no cock."  Mac ran the heated square of  nubby rice over one of Vic’s nipples, drawing a shivery  moan at the luscious sensation.

"I’m going to kiss you."  Mac slid down Vic’s body and  ran his tongue up the inside of his legs.

"You’re trying to kill me," Vic said through clinched  teeth.

"I’m going to pet you," Mac told him, as his free hand  teased at Vic’s taut balls, while the hand holding the  small wrap massaged the warmth into his stomach.

"Mac, I need it your hand to get me off."

"You don’t need it," Mac chastised softly.

Vic thought he would go crazy at the building sensations  that plagued his body. Unrelenting, unremitting,  ceaseless, unbearable, unendurable, hundreds of words  for the erotic sensual torture he was being subjected to  stormed in his mind.  Finally, a ceaseless chant of ‘I  can’t take it’ repeated over and over again till his  excited nerve endings seemed to throb to its cadence.

Mac moved up his body, trailing more sensation as he  went, till he was spooned against Vic’s side, kissing  his neck, leaving small pecks along his tense jaw line.

"Come for me, baby," Mac cooed between kisses.  "Just  let it happen."  He gently crushed the warm scrunchy  wrap over first one nipple then the other.

The sensation melted into Vic’s bones.  Everywhere he  was touched sparked directly to his cock.  The tip of  his penis, the only part exposed to the air, was cool  from its coating of precum.  It was a delicious,  distracting contrast to the pulsing heat that radiated  from the wrap bound around him.  Expanding universe,  expanding cock, big bang, unimaginable orgasm, his mind  was beyond sense.  He existed only in the widening,  increasing, swelling mass of flesh that threatened to go  nova.

And Mac kept up his chant:

"Come for me, baby"

And Victor kept counterpoint with his:

*I can’t take it.*

Light flashed behind his closed eyelids and the pleasure  hot and fast, cool and sweet raised his shoulders off  the bed.  An effortless flood of ecstasy swept through  every cell, washing away his bones, his muscles, his  being.

He lay panting, feeling Mac press against him.

The wrap was removed from his shrinking cock and the  coolness of the air brought him back.

He opened his eyes and saw Mac toss the herb wraps to  the floor.  Mac picked up the towel and wiped Vic  clean.  He peppered a few kisses on Vic’s still  sensitive, but limp, member making him squirm at the  sensation.

Mac rocked back on his heels and began to stroke himself.

"No, wait," Victor raised himself from the bed.

"I can’t wait," Mac said, his voice thick with  necessity.

Vic pulled him down on the bed and swiftly arranged  himself over Mac’s loins.  In a second he had Mac’s  engorged dick in his mouth.

Mac moaned and squirmed at the feeling.

In another second Vic was gagging.

"Sorry," he coughed, wiped his mouth with the back of  his hand and tried again.  He gagged even sooner this  time.

Mac winced as teeth dragged along his length.

When Vic came up for air this time Mac stopped him.

"You don’t have to do this, Vic."

"I want to."  He was about to go down again when Mac  took his face in his hands.

"Vic don’t.  Just do this."  Mac thrust the flat of his  index finger between Vic’s lips as he tried to speak.   "Put your lips on the underside of the shaft and stick  out your tongue a little."  He mimicked the directions  with his finger.  "Just move your mouth up and down and  suck."

Vic put his lips to Mac’s cock and in moments the other  man was writhing beneath him. Vic worked him till his  gasps and moans blended into a jerking cry and Mac  spilled himself.

Mac relaxed back onto the bed.  His hand went to his  forehead as he let out a deep breath.

"Wow," he said in a blissful, spent voice.  "That mouth  is as sweet as it looks."

He glanced down as he felt Vic using the towel to clean  him.  When he finished Mac leaned towards him and took  the towel away.

"Here," he said and put his hand on the back of Vic’s  head.  "You got a little on your cheek."  He dabbed at  the tiny spattering of come on Vic’s face.  Mac  completed the task by rubbing his thumb across the skin  to make sure it was dry.  His face clouded, a curious  frown narrowing his eyes.

"You shaved," he accused.  "You shaved before you came  over tonight."

Vic smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Of course I did. I always shave before a date."

"A date," Mac’s voice rose in protest. "You mean after  everything you put me through, you thought of it as a  date too?"

Vic just nodded.

Mac shook his head, and a smile of disbelief erased the  frown.

"God, Mansfield.  You can be such a dick."

"Get use to it."  Vic pulled Mac into his arms.  "I’m  your dick, now."

The End

Continued in "At Odd Angles"

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