aieee I hates it!!!

[rispacooper]

So I...uh...forgot this existed. Not canon, exactly, despite being written by the author, it's a bit of whythehellnot I wrote ages ago in an email for Kittie. Rene/James...weirdness and kink and uh...cuddlyfoofoolovin. I guess. It is completely embarrassing but since everyone seems a little...down...I will sacrifice pride and offer you this...drivel. And keep in mind it was written a long time before anything. A looong time. There will be errors.

"James..." Despite his efforts, the single word slipped out of his mouth, and though it was but a shaky whisper Rene knew that his love would have heard it. There were times when James heard and saw everything, his attention so closely focused that Rene squirmed to be the object of it, certain that James was peering into his soul.

That it was what made James such a beautiful lover did not matter at the present time however, not when he was so bound...so exposed.

A warm pressure at his shoulder was his answer, the soft stroking of James' strong hand over his skin to calm him. It had the opposite effect, raising bumps of delight along his flesh even as his body
shivered with fear.

"James." He could not help it; he said it again, just barely keeping back the desperate pleading rising in his throat. Quiet chuckles answered that, and he snapped his head around as much as he could, seeing nothing but the black velvet of his mask. "Do not laugh!" he snapped furiously but though the laughs gentled they did not stop. One tug on the silken straps wrapped around his wrists silenced James however, though it did not release Rene as he had wished.

"You gave me the idea, Rene, telling me I'd would have to tie you to the bed to keep you home tonight." One kiss accompanied that. One small, lone, bare little kiss over his spine that teased his starved senses and made him arch his back closer to the warmth of James still leaning over him. The rush of an indrawn breath answered the move and Rene smiled slightly to get some of his own back, though it was a pathetic smile. He turned his head despite that, so that James would not see it.

It was...unpleasant...to be so visible and open to James' eyes, when he could see nothing, and move little. Strips of smooth silk bound his hands together, one over the other, to the head of the bed, just above his shoulders. Rene faced the gilded bedframe, naked on his knees with his legs spread just
slightly, as it had pleased James to arrange him. It ached his shoulders already to be tied thusly, but he did not mind pain, as James was well aware.

"Don't you trust me, Rene?" James asked quietly and Rene tried not to flinch at the direct question.

"You English..." He let out a weak laugh that made James sigh, and the rest of his words thickened in his throat so he did not speak them.

"I would never hurt you, Rene." Sweet, sweet words that meant nothing, even though they came from James. But his silence...how his silence hurt his love, he could feel it in how James had pulled away from him, how they no longer touched. Agony tore through his middle and he jerked his head around again, searching for James.

"Je...je veux vous faire confiance, James." The pleading tore out of him anyway, desperate for James to understand. Immediately James' warmth returned to him, a soft cheek that smelled of oranges
and rosemary pressing against his shoulder blade, strong arms wrapping loosely around his chest.

"I want you to trust me too," James replied forcefully, the words rumbling through his body to Rene's. "I would love that more than anything. But I can wait." And James turned his face so that Rene could feel
his lips curving into a smile. "I will free thee now, if you still wish it." The intimacy of James' words, of his actions, shot to his heart, making him long to answer in kind. Shuddering at how much, he opened his mouth, but James startled him, lifting his arms away to untie the strings of his mask and give him back his sight.

The room was dark, one or two candles creating a soft glow, just enough light for him to see the shocking image reflected in the small oval-shaped mirror on the shelf beyond the open doors leading to his dressing room.

"James..." A different sort of pleading, stunned surprise to see himself,
so pale and small, spread out like he was, with James tall and strong behind him. James was naked as well, and Rene tossed his hair from his face, startled that he had not heard James undress. His muscles
played well in the candelight, and without thinking Rene dropped back as far as he could while still tied to the bed, wanting to touch more of him.

"Rene," James hissed and Rene smiled, forgetting everything for a moment as James' hard prick pressed into his ass. The first time James had taken him...remembering it was enough to have him
breathless and he twisted his hips to feel James' arousal rub against
his sensitive skin. They had been in one of the fields outside, and the air had smelled of
flowers and wet earth, something he only recognized now. Then there had only been the scent of James, the taste of him, and then the feel of him.

James had been so hesitant and scared, frightened that he might hurt him, terrified that Rene might think of others...of Marechal. But it had not hurt, only his slow pace had hurt, in a blinding,
excruciating build of pleasure that had made him scream for James to go faster, hurt him, anything
other than that blessed torture. And afterwards... Afterwards James had sighed a kiss into his mouth and fallen asleep only to wake hours later with blushes to recall his own passion.

"What..." Rene paused, closing his eyes at what might happen. "What did you want to do to me, James?"

"Do to you?" He could see the shock that drew James'head up, away from his body. But James was looking down at him and it was clear that he did not know Rene could see them in the mirror. Then James shifted his arms and smoothed his hands over Rene's chest, sending spikes of pleasure through him everytime they rubbed against his peaked nipples. "Nothing but please you, Rene," he explained as if that were obvious
and Rene realized that to James, it was.

But with a sigh, James removed his hands and reached up to pull on the silk cords and free him. The strands fell away to the pillows beneath him, but Rene did not move, only flexing his fingers a few
times as blood trickled through his wrists and hands once again.

"Rene?" James was puzzled now, though the mirror was too far away for Rene to make out the delicious frown he knew would be on his face. But it was there, as surely as he was breathing, and he was
glad to know that James was anxious too.

"James." He licked his lips once and then again when that did not seem to be enough. "I...I will stay...if you wish me to." He pushed his knees further apart and into the yielding mattress as proof, since actions were easier than speaking. Silence answered him, and he kept his eyes
on the still, awkwardly frozen figure of James in the mirror.

His heart was beating so fast it should have burst from his chest, and he twitched, jumping like a scared child when James finally did move. Making a face at his own foolishness did not help, not with
his stomach twisted into a knot tighter than James had ever tied into the silken cords.

Whispers across his back, starting at one shoulder and then across his neck to the other, swiftly passing down to the top of his spine. That was all there was in the world. Gentle, close words that Rene gasped
to hear, filling with an embarrassed heat.

"You blush, Rene!" James exclaimed in complete surprise and Rene narrowed his eyes, wanting to deny it. It was this new, unfamiliar situation, nothing more. He had demanded that James say more than
this often enough, drawing the words from him in ragged, heavy screams.

"Be quiet, James. You should not say such things aloud." His voice was as hoarse as if he had been screaming.

"Oh I should not?" James questioned with another small laugh, sliding one hand down to cup the flesh between his legs. Rene jerked and then leaned into his hand, moaning when James stroked his
balls slowly. Twisting his body only heightened the frantic pulse of blood between his legs. "You say things that set my face afire and yet I cannot say that I love you?"

"No," he groaned it when he should have been firm. "It..." he searched for the word dizzily as James increased the pressure of his fingers. "It weakens me."

"Good." A fierce nod from James actually shook the bed and Rene felt his mouth fall open. "I love you," he repeated deliberately, louder this time, and leaned over to press a stream of kisses over his
back where only his words had touched before. The hand between his legs splayed out, releasing his
balls but forcing his legs wider. Only then did James reach down to tease hisprick Pushing his body back did no good, James only removed the hand completely, moving it to his hips to hold him steady. Then he opened his mouth and slid his tongue down his spine, wetting it in one long,
slow lick that left Rene panting and heated.

"Does all of you taste so good?" he murmured, in the quiet voice that meant that he spoke for himself. Nonetheless the words burned into Rene's veins like potent wine from Portugal, and he closed his eyes for the briefest moment, unaware of the little sounds of pleasure he made.

James swirled his tongue over his back once more, sweeping down to where his fingers were splayed out over his hips before stopping. Then the hands holding him tightened, only for a second but hard
enough for Rene to open his eyes and focus on the small mirror so far away. He went still on the instant, eyes widening at the image of James' hair, shining in the candle light and falling loosely over him as James bent his head still lower.

The tickle of it was nothing to the sensation of James' lips pressing firmly to the small of his back and then parting to allow his tongue to again trace over his skin. He wanted to ask what James was doing, what he meant by slowly licking every inch of him when he had expected something else, but he could not seem to speak. Nor could he take his eyes from the mirror, and what he was seeing. One thought raced
through his mind, tearing through him with as much force as the desire curling through his belly, James would not, could not, not his beautiful James.

But he was, a sudden shuddering breath released against his skin testifying to James' nervous humour and Rene felt himself gasping, trying to pull in all the air of the world at the same time. No, just James' breath, that was what his lungs wanted, and he could not seem to get it. The air all choked out of him in the next moment regardless, a shocked gasp turning into a low, hungry groan when that hot, wet tongue
found the cleft between the flesh of his ass and slid down with cautious care.

The fingers on his hips clenched tightly again, and Rene realized that he had arched back toward his tongue, seeking the heat of the pure mouth that was caressing him there. The pure mouth that had only
moments before whispered of love.

His head moved, his mouth opening and closing, but no words would form, and he could feel how James waited, how his face heated and the heat of his innocent, lusty blushes touched the sensitive
skin beneath him. To please him, James had said, and Rene did his best not twist, to not even breathe, but he feared James could feel how his body quivered. His body's betrayal was forgotten in a surge of radiant, brilliant pleasure as James found what he had been searching for and darting out his tongue in a small taste.

Something burst from his lips and Rene realized that he had called for St. Denis only at James' low, quick chuckle. He frowned at that, for it was not funny, not with James dirtying himself like he
was, and decided to speak.

"James..." he began as sternly as he could and reared up in surprise at the warm pressure of a tongue bathing the spot of puckered flesh with that same studious attention that Rene had both cursed and praised earlier. The heat that poured over him was like the fragnant, heated bathwater that James liked to stream over his head when washing his hair and Rene relaxed into it without thinking, whispering
nonsense into the quiet air at the rush of pleasure to his groin. But James heard, and this time Rene was expecting the answering movements of James' hands, stroking over his hips, gentling in their hold on him.

As if it was what he had been waiting for, Rene arched back, thrusting his hips against James and then moving back now that he could move, demanding more. His prick was neglected between his legs and his hands twitched with the urge to slip down and touch himself.

An exclamation of surprise, of self-blame, came from behind him and then James was lowering his hands, sliding them from his hips down under and beneath to his aching flesh, catching in the curls there.

Rene moved into those hands, moving his eyes from the cheval glass at last, his gaze no longer clear on any one thing. Pleasure lanced from his cock to his balls at the teasing touches and he bucked his hips into the warm, familiar smoothness of James' palms stroking over the length of him.

Oh yes, he might have murmured, or might not have, but James answered him, curling his fingers over the leaking crown of his prick and tormenting him with feather soft explorations. Rene had almost
forgotten the mouth pressing into him in his relief to have a touch on his burning cock, moaning at the sudden renewal of attention there as James seemed to find a rhythm in the hands pleasing him and returned to what he had started.

James' mouth was burning him, killing him, and Rene's moans became drawn out groans at the surprising pleasure of it. It was exquisite. So much so that he closed his eyes simply to better feel the force of that hungry kiss. And then James did kill, pushing his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and squeezing his prick in eager hands at the same time, filling him, urging him over the edge, and Rene cried out at the unexpected rush of release.

He spilled over into James hands, and onto the pillows below, but his mind was spinning too much for him to notice or care. There was only heat at his back and gentle words and then blackness as he fell
forward. Only the strength of his grip on the bed kept him from falling forward.

Panting filled his ears, his own, and then vague awareness of the world returned, slowly. James' hands still wrapped around his stinging prick, his breath on his back, though his lips were gone. Please him, James had said, because he loved him. And James had, selflessly, only laughing a little bit at one of his private notions that he never bothered to share. James had...had done...what no one had ever...

Rene's eyes narrowed and he lowered his tired arms and shifted so that he could look James in the face. For a moment he only sat, stunned at the image of a flushed and heavy-eyed James, looking
back at him with shining eyes and a lush, red mouth. Then he recovered himself.

"Where did you learn to do that?" he asked tightly and watched the smile freeze and then spread on James' face as he apparently recognized Rene's anger for what it was. Rene did not stop glaring,
though he could feel another flood of heat colouring his face at this reminder that he did not yet trust James.

"I...walked in on two men in the gardens during that party two days ago," he confessed shyly. "And I've thought of nothing else since then but trying it on you." His skin looked hot enough to burn at the
touch.

"Oh." It was a foolish thing to say, a James thing to say and Rene cringed to hear himself, as flustered a young boy with his first lover. Surely James would laugh to hear that, but James was still
staring at him steadily, waiting for him to say more no doubt, with his damned eternal patience. But
there was nothing more to say, and James had better realize it.

Nodding, Rene moved at last, turning around so that James was in his arms and his head was buried against his strong neck. His hands smoothed down James' strong chest and he shuddered as equally strong arms
wrapped around him protectively.

"I love you, too," he whispered as lowly as he could, but he knew that James heard him.

DRIVEL I SAID!!! I did not lie, did I? Nyah.

::totally embarrassed::