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Disclaimer: All characters belong to Raythe Reign, and I have no rights to them.
A/N: This story came spilling out of me one day while I was talking to Raythe, and I think I shared it with her, but... yeah. Artifact is perhaps my most favorite story of all time, and writing fiction--fanfiction at that, is the highest form of praise I can give an individual (along with fanart, lulz). SO, please do enjoy the story.
Pairing: Sean x Dane
Warning: Male x Male, Slash, Sketchy situations, lol etc.
It's a particularly cold and dreary day, Dane Gareis thought.
He always hated winter time. It always reminded him of things long-since past; things he wished not to remember.
That was until he met Sean Harding.
Sean was his personal bodyguard in every sense of the way. He was everything he wanted in another man when it came to protection. Sean was also the type of man he feared.
Sean’s capacious size compared to Dane’s made the young tycoon cower at times. Despite Sean having said he would never do anything to hurt him, some small part of him couldn’t help but fear what a man of Sean’s demeanor could do. Dane stared into his Macintosh laptop; he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Dane’s storm-colored eyes peered up quickly at the dull clacking of shoes making its way down the hall.
The door soon opened, and Sean’s head peeked through. Dane felt his body tense but relax when Sean held up a small white bag. “I got muffins from the restaurant on the first floor.” Sean gave a toothy grin, and Dane couldn’t help but smile with him, albeit tight.
I mustn’t let him think I’m scared of him, Dane thought. He gripped his chair tightly as Sean began to undo his suit jacket. It was a suit Dane had fitted for him once. Dane could remember reaching up the seam, feeling along his muscled thigh. He blushed as Sean tossed his jacket along the leather couch at the other end of the room. His powerful physique showed even through expensive clothing.
It was as if Sean was a beast in tailored clothing.
Dane inhaled sharply through his nose, his nostrils flaring.
“Do you want the cranberry or blueberry one?” Sean let out nonchalantly as he ran his hand through his brown hair. Dane took note to how much longer it was. He would have to get it trimmed, Dane thought as he licked his lips. “Ah… blueberry.” Dane let out softly. Frankly, he hadn’t eaten since that morning. Sean was always so considerate of him.
Dane also wondered if Sean went out to get those just to be away from him.
The thought made his heart drop. Sean had the right to do so. Dane was just as wayward as a leaf blowing in the wind when it came to Sean. He wanted Sean just as much as he found him frightening. And, he was sure that Sean knew this.
“Good, ‘cause I like cranberry muffins.” He heard Sean say, giving that boyish smile of his. Good God, for a man his age, he had no right being that good looking when he smiled. Dane’s ears were red, but Sean didn’t seem to take notice. Or perhaps he wasn’t just saying anything, Dane thought. Either way, relief filled him up as he reached out to take the tasty confection from him.
Their hands touched, and Dane jerked in response. He looked up to find Sean watching him back.
“S…S-Something the matter?” Dane whispered, and winced internally for sounding so soft about it. Sean shook his head, the pad of his thumb brushing along Dane’s soft hand. “No, not really.” Sean murmured gently, and Dane’s heart thumped at the calloused pads of Sean’s fingers brushing up his exposed wrist. “Want me to stop?” Dane heard, his eyes fluttering open in
surprise.
Had he closed his eyes?
“Why?” It spilled out before Dane could finish on impulse.
Sean seemed overly amused by it.
Sean’s fingers drifted up Dane’s wrist, and watched him shift. His breath hitched when Sean’s hand drifted up Dane’s arm, rubbing into the juncture of his neck and clavicle gently. Dane pushed into his hand shyly. “You’re tense.” Sean managed to say, his eyes lowering at the sound of Dane’s breath picking up.
“Want me to give you a neck massage?” He suggested quietly as if Dane would bolt otherwise. In many ways Dane was like an innocent creature. He was wild-eyed and afraid of strange things and people. Dane never knew what being treated gently meant. Sean gritted his teeth. The bastard that ruined it for him should rot in hell, Sean thought.
“We don’t have to do anything,” Sean suggested softly.
“No, I—“ Dane whispered out, then swallowed. “I want to. Please.”
“Alright, then,” Sean stood slowly as not to alarm the younger male as he made his way around the large desk to stand behind Dane. His large hands wandered over Dane’s slender shoulders. Dane felt so thin; Sean wondered when was the last time he’d had a decent meal in his stomach. With the Ydrath on his heels, and his father’s death, he could understand why.
“I’ll start with the shoulders,” Sean announced so he wouldn’t be alarmed, and Dane nodded lazily. Sean rubbed into the tight knots there, and Dane instantly melted. He’d remembered about the no-force rule, but Dane seemed to be purring. So much has changed since we’ve been working together, Sean thought. But, he wasn’t out of the woods yet.
“That feels nice,” Dane whispered out in a nervous tone. A smile tugged at Sean’s mouth as he rubbed, leaning forward until his hair spilled down his neck and face. “What are you thinking about?” Sean whispered into Dane’s ear. Dane’s head turned away from Sean, but Sean had seen just in time that the younger man had been biting his lip.
“Nothing in particular.” Dane managed to say in return. Sean ran the pads of his thumbs along the nape of Dane’s neck. He felt him shiver.
“Nothing in particular?” Sean teasingly repeated, and Dane made a noise in his throat when Sean touched along his neck again.
“Want me to stop?” Sean asked, and he met silence.
“…No.” Dane replied in a strange tone.
Was he getting aroused? Sean thought. He confirmed it when he noticed the tenting material of his expensive Italian-made pants. He wasn’t going to lie. Sean was just as aroused as Dane was. Sean’s mouth was suddenly on Dane’s ear. Gentle and probing. His tongue dipped into the shell of Dane’s ear.
Dane stifled a whimper; turning is face finally to Sean. Their noses touched, Sean’s warm breath hitting his face. Dane’s fingers came up to brush along Sean’s jaw, his thumb pressing against Sean’s lower lip.
A deft knock at the door caused them both to jump, Dane straightening in his leather swivel chair.
The spell they’d both fallen under had slowly begun to dissipate, Sean making his way to the couch to cool his jets while Ms. Darnley entered the room. She regarded the both of them out from beneath her half-moon spectacles. “There is a phone call for you on line four, Mr. Gareis. Mr. Ellroy is… insistent to speak with you again.” She said offhandedly.
“Thank you, Ms. Darnley. I’ll attend to Ellroy in a bit.” Dane said curtly.
Sean looked up to see Ms. Darnley peering at him with a bored glance. He waved half-heartedly at her, and turned back. He glumly bit into the muffin in his large hand. |
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