Mechanic Bana

Cillian Murphy and Eric Bana do wedding errands

Tue, 16 Sep 2008 04:17:07 GMT

Cillian Murphy ( prettycillian ) and Eric Bana ( mechanicbana ) do wedding errands
The French Quarter, Rated G

Cillian shifted in his seat, crossing and then re-crossing his legs with a little huff of excited impatience as he waited on Eric to finish getting into the tux and come out and show him. "Hurry up you big lug!" he called out, grinning to himself. "I'm sure you look just smashing, I want to see!" There had been some debate about whether or not Cillian would accompany Eric for this little task, and finally Cillian had decided that yes, in fact, he was going to go—after all it's the bride that one wasn't supposed to see before they were at the altar.

And Cillian was most definitely the bride.

The young man sniggered a bit at the thought. "Eric!"

Eric laughed under his breath and Kitten's impatience. "Keep your panties on, love." he called out as he straightened his bow tie and tugged at the hem of the jacket. "Or not," he murmured low in his throat as he thought of Kitten wandering around doing wedding errands without his panties. The thought made Eric's cock stir in his trousers and he groaned as he shifted himself to be presentable. He was not entirely sure the old fashioned design suited him.

Pushing open the curtain, he strolled out and did a quick turn in front of Kitten before coming to a halt. "What do you think?" he asked, arms held open.

"Who says I'm wearing panties?" Cillian asked sweetly, then went a little wide eyed when Eric stepped out. "Oh my," he said, rising and going to check out his soon to be husband. "You look…wow. This was…a good choice for you; I am an old fashioned kind of girl after all." He winked, but really was quite stunned by how good Eric looked, even if Eric had an expression that looked like he was in the wrong skin plastered on his face. "You look smashing."

"You like it?" Eric looked at himself in the the mirror, turning and then tugging Cillian to his side to press a kiss into his hair. "As long as you like it, that is all that matters." He could and would gladly spend the day in something he was unaccustomed to if it meant that Cillian had the day of his dreams. "Can it really be this easy or would you still like to see me in the others?"

Letting himself be tugged, Cillian looked at them in the mirror, smiling. "I think it's really that easy...I think it's perfect... I knew old fashioned would suit you. Are you comfortable enough though?"

Eric nodded and turned his head to press a kiss to Cillian's forehead. "Definitely. It is not like I have to wear this in the garage every day. I will be plenty comfortable in it for our wedding...and any other fancy party you may want me to dress for." He turned his lover in his arms and leaned in to brush a soft kiss to Kitten's lips. "Let me change and we will head to our next appointment. Is this cake or flowers?"

"Flowers," Cillian stated, turning his face up for another kiss. "I saved cake for last, since you'll be tasting most of it probably and might go into a sugar coma after." He smiled sweetly, touching Eric's face. "Or you know, you might want to find out if I'm really wearing panties or not…"

Growling, Eric curled an arm around Kitten's waist and lifted him off his feet for a hard kiss. "You better believe I'll be checking for that a bit later." So long as he could scoop his lover up in the tux, he figured they were good to go. And, since he'd not heard the jacket rip, Eric was ready to be done with the whole clothes shopping thing. Eric sat Cillian on his feet with a tap to his ass. "Be right back."

Cillian squeaked delightedly with a laugh, watching as Eric moved off. "Perfect," he murmured almost to himself, quite pleased with how quickly this had worked out. He sat down, crossing his legs demurely and waiting.

Eric stripped himself out of the tuxedo, wishing he could entice Cillian into the dressing room though he knew it was a bad idea. Somewhere a little less cliched might work. Changing swiftly, he strode out with the tux under his arm and left it at the front desk. They had his measurements and after he paid, Eric looped an arm around Cillian's waist to guide him outside. "Can we walk or do we need the car?"

Letting himself be guided, Cillian considered. "It would be a bit of a trek, but we should be able to walk from flowers to cake," he decided. "I don't mind the walk, but it would push us quite closely to make our appointment."

"Let's walk then. I promise not to molest you so that we can make our times." Eric winked down at Kitten and tightened the arm around his lover. The sun was shining and though it was hotter than he liked, doing these errands with Kitten was a more than pleasant way to spend his day. "So, what are you thinking for the flowers?"

"Something exotic and unusual," Cillian stated immediately, leaning against Eric a bit as they walked, even though with the heat it was a little cloying to be so close. "And very, very colorful." The boy sighs. "You know what I want to do? Go swimming..."

"Swimming?" Eric looked down at Cillian, brow quirking up. "I would imagine that could be arranged once our errands are done." He stroked a hand down Kitten's side as they walked. "Tropical flowers are probably our best bet, Birds-of-Paradise and the like. I can definitely see your pale beauty being set off gorgeously against those."

Cillian smiled up at Eric adoringly at his last words, blushing softly. "It just feels like it should be exotic, even if I am a bit traditional...well, in some ways. The whole cross dressing thing makes the traditional part hard I suppose..."

Eric chuckled softly, but shook his head. "Not at all, love. You are traditional in your heart. The rest," he waved his hand to indicate the world, Kitten's cross dressing and everything else around them, "is all just outer trappings."

"Yes, well, it took you quite a while to make me realize I was actually traditional I think," Cillian replied, lips pursed before smiling again. "I'm lucky you're as patient as you are..." he let his gaze wander along the solid body of his lover. "...large."

Blushing at the obvious pleasure in the compliment, Eric tightened his arm around Cillian and grinned. "You are worth waiting a hundred lifetimes for, so it was no hardship to let you take your time realizing how we fit."

Cillian smiled softly. "It was a bit of one, kind of rough there for a bit..." he pressed a kiss to Eric's shoulder. "But we got through it, I just had to get my head out of my arse."

"Trust when I say it was no hardship." Of course, at the time he'd been hurt and devastated. However, Eric was confident, even then, that they were meant for each other and that they would come through it just fine. He looked ahead at the flower market and smiled. "Looks like we made it. Are we on time still?"

Cillian glanced at his watch and smiled. "Just barely," he stated, gladdened by Eric's words as they moved into the market.

"Just barely still counts." He grinned at Cillian, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before releasing him to greet their salesperson. Up to this point, Eric had been hands off the wedding details. Wandering about the store, Eric studied the flowers, trying to think of what he'd like to see at the wedding.

Cillian beamed at the woman behind the counter as they entered, moving over to let them know his name and what they were there for, fairly bouncing with excitement...loving every moment of the whole process.

Cillian Murphy and Eric Bana roleplay. Rated NC-17.

Sat, 14 Jun 2008 05:24:16 GMT

Cillian Murpy pretty_cillian and Erica Bana mechanicbana have some roleplay fun
Garden Quarter, their home, Rated NC-17
Warning for roleplay

Eric grinned to himself as he cleaned up in the garage. It'd been a long time since he'd had someone in his life he trusted enough to play games with and the fact that Kitten is going to be his husband put him in that category. They'd talked about trying new things and he'd told his lover about his fantasy of finding his gorgeous little Kitten all dressed up and being naughty. Today was the day that his lover was going to indulge him and he'd been working in the garage for most of the day with a half hard cock reminding him.

Kitten had been thinking about this very day since Eric had first mentioned it and after some preparation, he'd found exactly what he wanted by way of a ...school girl uniform. Traditional enough to be school girl but with a nice, slutty undertone as to not make it....creepy, given how small he was and how young he looked. He'd debated over natural hair or wig and finally decided on his natural hair, since it was getting longer, and had braided it into pigtails.

The skirt is short, the white top tied and revealing a flat plane of stomach. The socks are on, the shoes...the whole nine yards.

As he entered the backdoor of the house, Eric took a breath and closed his eyes for a moment. As he opened his eyes again, a new calm settled over him and he felt ready to see Kitten, to get into role. He prowled from room to room as he searched out his little student. Nothing in living room or parlor and a frown popped out as he moved up the stairs and continued his search. Finally, he stopped in the door of the office and glanced in with a bit of smile quirking his lips. "How's my Kitten? Keeping busy?" The outfit he was looking at had him instantly and completely rock hard.

Looking up from the notebook he had been writing in, Cillian grinned brightly at Eric, if a little mock embarrassedly, as if caught doing something he shouldn't. "Oh yes sir," he purred, batting his lashes, licking his lips.

"Really now? Got all your homework done already, then, like a good girl?" His position changed slightly, still deceptively relaxed but he was looking at the scene before him a bit more closely. There was something off about Kitten and Eric couldn't place his finger on exactly what it was. Of course, he wanted to believe the best of his girl and was therefore not willing to immediately jump to the conclusion that she was misbehaving.

Kitten smiled demurely when the question was asked, shifting where he sat—lashes batting innocently at Eric, though the guilty look was still written plainly across the pretty face. "Almost…I got …distracted." The laptop on the desk quickly being closed upon the words.

"Almost, hm?" The quick closing of her laptop registered, but Eric chose not to mention what might be on it just yet. "I thought the agreement was that there would be no Internet and no other pursuits until all your work was done. It's why you get a laptop in here to begin with." He continued to lounge, keeping his frame from being intimidating until he was satisfied -or not- with Kitten's answers. "What were you doing that wasn't homework? And how much homework do you have left?"

"So much…." Kitten pouted, fingers twirling lightly in one pigtail. "And I was doing….research…" the word was almost purred as he licked his lips. "Honest…" And somehow the breathy utterance of that one word made it anything but honest. Shifting in the chair, the already short skirt slid a bit higher on one thigh, though of course, Eric couldn't see that just yet.

"You going to show me this research then?" Eric pushed off the doorjamb and moved into the room, still not using his height to its advantage, will to give his Kitten the benefit of the doubt, though he knows his baby girl was doing things she shouldn't have been. "I also want to see the actual assignment sheet that corresponds to this research." He stopped next to Kitten and tugged another chair up, letting his legs sprawl out as he looked at his girl sitting in her chair.

Too blue eyes trail down to Eric's groin when his legs sprawled, unable to help it before looking back up, lashes fluttering a bit. "Aww please," he said, lips turning into a perfect pout. "You don't need to see that, do you?" Gaze flicked up to him hopefully.

Eric noticed the glance, took it in and spread his legs for kitten to get a better view. It didn't change the gruffness in his voice as he spoke. "Yeah, I do. Kitten, I want to be able to trust you up here, but that means you have to prove that it is right for me to do so from time to time. Now, let me see the research." Eric's heart sank as he realized that this was the beginning of him having to recognize that she had not in fact done what she was supposed to.

Still pouting, Kitten finally relinquished the laptop to Eric and when the computer was opened again, it revealed some very, very naughty pictures indeed. Biting his lip, he waited, shifting and fidgeting in the chair, skirt riding a little higher, giving Eric a nice view if he were to look down.

Eric saw. He was more than aware of his Kitten's state of dress, but the images before him took precedence since his little girl was obviously not doing research or homework when he came into the room. Sighing, he turned to look her in the eye. "And you're going to tell me this is research for a homework assignment? Or, are you going to tell the truth now and recant that?"

Licking his lips, Kitten crossed his legs demurely. "Well…it is research, and maybe it could be homework…my teacher is awfully handsome…" Lashes batted at Eric again. "I didn't…mean to be naughty."

It was all he could do to not snort at Kitten. Handsome teacher indeed. "I'm not sure I like your implication, though I can thank you for the compliment. There's only one problem." He reached out and took Kitten's chin in his hand. "You disobeyed me. And I had this great reward all set for the good little girl who did all her work and was worthy of the trust I'd given her." Sighing a bit dramatically, Eric's gazed searched Kitten's for remorse, for apology.

Kitten shivered, staring up into Eric's eyes before lowering them demurely. "I'm sure I can find some way to make it up to you… Sir…" the last word was a breathy purr as Kitten slid forward on the chair just a bit.

"Oh? And how do you propose to do that?" Eric sat back, stretched out his legs and stared at Kitten. The answer he got would determine just how he dealt with his misbehaving girl.

"Well... you could give me a spanking for being bad...or...an...oral exam to show that I know the subject thoroughly...." Licking his lips, kitten crossed his legs again, letting Eric see a flash of panties.

"Hmmmm, think you might like the oral exam a bit too much." Eric caught the flash of panties, the red satin a contrast under Kitten's skirt and one that had Eric's cock hardening. "Tell me. How bad is your infraction? How many swats do you get for punishment in this spanking you propose?" ERic lifted and eyebrow and then smiled. "Be careful and consider this well. If you go too low, I will double the number."

"As many as you think will be necessary to return me to your good graces," Kitten murmured, lowering his lashes. "Will you be using your hand Sir? Or something...harder....' The last word is purred, tongue darting out to lick his lips again.

"Oh you'll be getting the gamut, wicked little one. But, I still want an answer from you. I want to know if you realize that severity or your misbehavior." Eric lifted his eyebrow again as he dragged his feet in to start with the intimidation he had planned. Though they'd only gone over the bare minimum of the scene, he was pretty sure he could read Kitten well enough by now.

Kitten trusted Eric with his life and would gladly submit to whatever the man would give him. He licked his lips again, a blush smearing across his cheeks. "Ten?" he responded, fluttering his lashes.

"How about we start with ten? See how that goes." It was not a question, not at all, but Eric let the words settle over Kitten. He pushed his seat back and evened his legs out. "Come here...want you to put yourself over my lap and brace yourself. This is not going to go easy, but I am counting on you to do your part of it."

Pouting lightly, Kitten pushed himself out of the chair, smoothing at his skirt before sidling closer to Eric. After a moment, he laid himself over the man's lap, short skirt riding up to reveal the panties again as he trembled with anticipation.

"Good little Kitten." Eric's hand came down firm across Kitten's lower back, holding her in place as he spread his hand over Kitten's bottom. It spanned a good portion of the rear end and Eric grinned evilly as he raised his hand and dropped two hard spanks without warning, one on each cheek, to the scantily clad flesh.

Crying out softly, Kitten squirmed on Eric's lap as he started the spanking, able to feel just how this was affecting him as he pressed down. "I'm sorry Sir," he whined, wriggling, causing the skirt to bunch and rise, revealing panties again.

Eric took the hint and though he really wasn't quite ready for this spanking to be good for his misbehaving Kitten, he left the skirt up high and then brought his hand down in a rapid fire set of four blows - two to each cheek. He stopped, panting as Kitten cried and squirmed. "That's six...you have four more this way. Now, tell me again why you are over my lap for a spanking, my Kitten."

The cry turned quickly into a moan as Kitten's ass started to warm up and the wiggling continued. "For being bad," he all but purred. "And not doing what I was told…." He's so hard it hurts, trapped in the tight cotton panties, able to feel Eric so hard beneath him as he punished him.

"And what do we say when we're bad?" Eric's voice was deceptively soft, but he was waiting for the apology. It would determine the next level of smacks that Kitten received. As he waited, Eric's hand slowly moved over the heated backside, the softness of the panties against hi hand and added drag of roughness for the already pinkened and swollen skin of his ass.

"I'm sorry, Sir?" Cillian purred, the apology framed in the form of a question as he moaned deeply, rubbing against Eric wantonly as the man rubbed his arse.

"You're asking, not apologizing, Kitten. That's not what I was looking for." He would never punish his Kitten without a valid reason behind it, but he loved that Kitten was just playing into the whole thing. Tugging the underwear down until they were half way down firm thighs, the reddened ass shining up at him. his hand moves gently over the heated skin before he raises his hand and lets go with four more powerful, stinging smacks.

Oh the sting is just perfect and Kitten cried out sharply as bare flesh struck bare flesh, cock twitching with each new slap upon his reddened ass. "I'm sorry Sir!" he exclaims, though the low moan that the words end on might make their sincerity a little suspect.

Stopping for a moment, Eric rubbed his throbbing hand over the heated, fiery flesh of Kitten's ass. It hurt him some, but it also sent jolts of pleasure throbbing through his cock. "Some how I think you're enjoying this more than you should a punishment, my Kitten." His hand reached down to stroke though his lover's hair, pulling Kitten up to stand next to him. "That was your warm up. I want you turn now and bend over your desk, hold on tight. "You'll get another fifteen to twenty swats with the paddle. The number will depend on how well you can keep count and how sincerely your apology is after each fifth stroke."

Kitten whined softly as he was pulled onto his feet, though when he was bent over the desk, he moaned deeply, spreading his legs, arse wiggling. "Y—yes Sir," he stammers, the idea of having to keep count on two different levels making him deliciously nervous that he wouldn't be able to comply.

Eric hummed softly, working the heat out of his hand as he walked across the room to the dresser he'd placed in there a few weeks ago. It held some toys he'd been gathering in anticipation of scenes they'd talked about. Opening the top drawer, he looked over the paddles, hand reaching out to test the glide of the wood. He took up a medium weight paddle with one hole drilled through it to create a faster movement and sharper sting. "Ass up, Kitten. Keep your legs strong and count off the first five strikes." He was behind Kitten before he was done speaking and the first swat landed just as he finished the last syllable.

Kitten cried out, body jerking, the first strike unexpected--a sharp sting so different from Eric's hand, making him shudder in the mild pain, his cock twitching.It's so sudden that he almost forgot to count, but manages to gasp out "ONE!" before the next one fell.

He was determined to make Kitten adhere to the rules on this one, but that didn't stop Eric from dropping the paddle on his ass hard and fast. Pausing after the fourth one, his hand glided down Kitten's back while he waited for the choked out response.

Bucking lightly beneath the suddenly gentle touch, Kitten moaned and writhed, rubbing against the desk. "Four…" he gasped, biting his lip, hands scrabbling against the surface of the desk.

A slightly cruel grin and Eric pulled the paddle back. he let it fly down, only just moving his hand in time for the softness to be immediately replaced by the fiery pressure of the wood smacking into Kitten's already red ass.

Kitten let out a mewling scream as the paddle was suddenly there again and he was distracted enough to almost not count, but at the last moment he yelped out "Five!" and then on the heels of it. "I'm sorry Sir!"

"Hmmmm, you almost sound like you mean it that time." He reached a hand out, smoothing over the heated skin. "Not entirely sure I believe you, though. Here come the next set and I want to hear each number." Taking a moment to aim, Eric pulled the paddle back and this time brought it to the point just below Kitten's ass, the sweet spot at the juncture of his thighs.

Kitten let out a very undignified squeal as the first blow landed, counting out the first strike, making sure to keep up this time as the blows fell, as he moaned and writhed…wondering what would happen if he begged for more instead of showing his …remorse.

One last strike and he would see where Kitten was at that point. A deep breath and Eric let the paddle swing again, feeling the impact move up his arm. He was amazed at Kitten's ability to take all of this and not be crying and begging him to stop. As Eric waited for kitten to count out the last strike, he reached down and adjusted his cock in his jeans with a soft moan.

It took a moment, but Kitten finally did as he had been instructed, counting out the strike, a hard shudder passing through his slender frame as he moaned wantonly—the sting still on the side of painful that was also pleasurable.

Kitten's moan confirmed what Eric was thinking. Though this was a real punishment based on the power behind his swings, Kitten was enjoying it far more than he'd expected. Reaching out, he ran his hand over the abused bottom. "These last five will come slower. I want you to count each one out for me and tell how you're feeling as well. Understand, my Kitten?"

Kitten whined softly at that command, not sure he could make his mind focus enough to tell Eric how he was feeling other than please, please oh my god more please! "I..I'll try, Sir…" he stammered.

"That's all I can ask." Eric had been paying close attention throughout, but now he narrowed his focus to the sounds coming from Kitten's mouth. "Ready?" he asked rhetorically as he pulled his hand back and let the paddle come down firm on Kitten's ass.

Crying out, jerking…arse very sensitive by that point, Kitten gasped out the number…babbled words falling from his lips, including a few pleas for Eric to simply shove him against the desk and teach him a lesson in a …different way.

"So that's what you want, my greedy little girl." Eric reached out, one hand curving over the fiery red ass before he trailed his finger down Kitten's crack and over his asshole. His fingernail scraped lightly across the pucker as he chuckled low. "One more. Take one more of these for me and I will give you what you want, Kitten." He stepped back and raised the paddle again, angled so that when it struck, it would come down on the sweet spot one more time.

Kitten wiggled, whined, pushed back against that finger…the scrape making him hiss softly, as he started to beg again, already trembling in anticipation of the next blow, of the thick cock that would soon be pinning him to the desk and fucking him stupid.

The strike shook through Eric's arm as he felt the paddle land, watched the blossoming of red in the one spot that he'd only hit on the fifth stroke of each set. Tossing the paddle aside, he reached out and placed his palms on Kitten's ass as he waited for the words. He needed to hear them before he could move on to greater torture and pleasure for his lover.

Kitten all but shouted out the last count as the last strike fell, sending agony through his body, and nearly making him come on the spot—the cotton of the panties still trapping his cock. "Please…" he babbled, writhing, panting a very debauched picture.

"My good Kitten, my sweet boy." Stroking softly up Kitten's back, Eric then dragged his hands down Kitten's sides to his hips. "Stay still, love, right where you are. "I'm going to stretch you open and fuck you until you're begging to come." He stepped back quickly to grab the bottle of lube and flick the cap open. Squirting some into his hand, he coated several fingers and stroked until he could get Kitten's pucker to pulse open gently, sucking one of them in as he pressed lightly. "Going to fill you so full and hard. Wanna hear you cry for me."

Gasping out a breath, Kitten arched hard against the fingers. "Please, now…" he whined, writhing, pressing against the table. "Need you now… make me scream, please…" Legs spread wider, offering up his body to his lover, to his everything. He didn't want gentle care right now, he wanted to be mounted and claimed and taken.

"anything you want, my beautiful, perfect boy." Eric pulled his finger back out, slicked two and thrust them in, Kitten opening so easily for him. With a groan, he pulled his fingers out, slicked three and repeated the process. Not until all four of his fingers were in easily would he take Kitten, though this was much more for him than his lover. Finally, on a deep groan, he pulled his fingers out and slicked his cock. The slam forward rocked them both as he buried himself balls deep in Kitten's fiery ass.

By the time the fourth finger had found its way into his body, Kitten was writhing and mewling and begging, needing…god needing so bad to feel Eric inside of him. When finally his lover's thick cock slammed into him, rocked him painfully into the desk, the young man screamed out his pleasure, body shuddering and clenching around Eric, cock jumping.

The response was just want Eric wanted, needed from Kitten. "Fuck, yeah. God, Kitten, Cillian. So hot, tight. Fuck." The words tumbled from his lips, his fingers digging harsh, deep bruises into the tender flesh of his lover's hips. More marks that would show ownership, his ownership. It was everything he'd dreamed it would be. "Come for me, my pretty Cillian. Now." He accompanied his final word with a change in angle and a hard thrust that raked over Kitten's sweet spot.

The words and actions sent Cillian screaming over the edge as he came hard, shuddering almost painfully, body clenching around Eric tightly--the feeling of it so intense that his vision goes dim for a moment, fingers digging hard into the desk.

It was sweet, oh so sweet and Eric just watched the way his Kitten trembled in his arms as he came. It only took a few more thrusts, before Eric stiffened, hips slammed hard up against the fiery heat of Cillian's ass, shooting his orgasm deep into his lover. He let himself rest there a moment before pulling back and out, while running a hand gently over Kitten's back. Murmuring soft words, Eric scooped his lover into his arms as he headed toward their bedroom.

Kitten was very glad for the strong arms that lifted him, not sure he could have done more than just lay there otherwise. Wrapping his arms around Eric, he nuzzled at his neck as he was carried, damn near purring in contentment and the delicious ache in his body. He loved, absolutely adored, how Eric wasn't afraid to be rough with him, but equally loved that he knew when to be gentle.

Eric Bana and Cillian Murphy enjoy their Farmer's Market. Garden Quarter. Rated G.

Sun, 10 Feb 2008 20:07:41 GMT

Eric Bana and Cillian Murphy enjoy their Farmer's Market.
Garden Quarter. Rated G.
10 February 2008

“…so I think I’m going to drag Ioan out with me to look for a dress,” Kitten chattered away as they moved down the isles of the Farmers Market. “I mean, he wouldn’t let me do anything less than fabulous so…oooh mangoes!” Kitten’s life, outside of taking care of the house and Eric, was revolving solely around the idea of the wedding, now that he had sort of given into the idea of it. He was still working Oz, but he had cut his hours down somewhat. The young man still couldn’t quite let go of the idea of being there… though honestly another little nudge from Eric might would be all it would take. It was a hard thing to fully embrace, but Kitten was starting to realize that he would be perfectly content to simply be a “house wife”, perhaps singing at Amaury and Worth’s place occasionally, a night or so a week… he simply had to fully let go of the idea of to be I independent he had to prove he could take care of himself all on his own.

"I'm sure that Ioan would help you find a lovely dress." Eric's words rumbled out as his hand falls to Kitten's lower back to help guide him over to the mangoes. He was glad for the day they had to themselves. Sundays were a rare treat with Kitten still working most Friday and Saturday nights, but Eric's gotten used to their routine. It didn't mean he liked it at all, but he was also willing to wait for the right time. Cillian had agreed to marry him and that was the most important step in Eric's mind. "Mangoes, hm? For dinner or dessert?" He loved to tease his fiance over the exotic dishes he tried out on Sundays.

Cillian grins up at him, a thousand kilowatt smile and all kinds of suggestiveness in it. "Both," he says simply, and winks, pressing back unconsciously into the large hand fanned across his back, the touch making him shiver lightly. "There's a mango glaze I want to try and I'm thinking of a sorbet for dessert…"

"Those sound delicious." Eric licked his lips and grinned at the way Cillian's body rested into his. He shifted the basket with their food items in it and waited for Kitten to select the mangoes he wanted to add to the bounty. "Do you have a shop or a date in mind for shopping? After all, it might be a good time for me to get out and do some of my own preparations."

Kitten giggled softly at that, shaking his head as he placed a few of the best ripened mangoes into the little cart. "I'll have to talk to Ioan…place in mind, yes—date will depend on when he's free..." he grinned softly, nuzzling into Eric for a moment.

Eric loved the way Kitten was completely not self-conscious and the way he just snuggled right into Eric no matter where they were or what they were doing. After he paying, Eric reached, tipped his lover's face up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I cannot wait to see you in the dress, love. Now, have you thought of a date?" He took Kitten's hand and tucked it through his own as they moved slowly down the stalls of the market.

Kitten had learned long ago that if someone wanted to be cruel to him, whether he was self conscious of his actions or not, it would happen. You simply didn't look as he did and dress as he did and have that not be inevitable. So why live his life afraid to live his life? Purring softly, he stands on tiptoes as he's kissed, hands coming up to rest on Eric's chest briefly. "You'll see that dress the day you see me on the isle," he responds, grinning up at Eric, touching his face. "As for a date… I can't decide… part of me thinks spring, it would be beautiful to have it outside, but he weather can be so dramatic. Fall would be lovely because can you imagine the trees! Oh, I just don't know! I don't suppose we can get married more than once?"

Eric tilted his head back on a laugh and then bent to press a quick, hard kiss to Kitten's mouth. "We can get married as many times as you want, love. If you want a ceremony in each season, I will do my best to accommodate you." He pulled back a bit to guide his lover over to a home brewing table, looking at their specialty drinks. "Were you thinking this spring? Like, in two months?" Even Eric knew that a wedding might take longer than that to set up.

Letting himself be guided, Cillian giggled softly. "As much as I'd love for it to happen that quick…um… I need much more prep time than that. I'm not even sure this fall would be enough time. Then again, if you want something done fabulously and quickly, turn it over to a gaggle of drag queens, we'll make it happen."

That caused a snort and Eric tightened his arm in a side hug. "I can well imagine that you could do anything you set your mind to. And you know that whatever date you tell me, I will be there. Of course, I'll do anything else along the way that you need or want." He stroked his hand down Kitten's back, resting it there as he lifted and perused a good number of the bottles before selecting a half dozen of a good number. "How much more shopping do you have today?" If there was a lot, he was going to have to leave the beer behind until he could bring the car by.

"I think I'm about done, at least with the things I need…I could spend all day here just looking at things I want. However, that dinner won't cook itself, will it?" Cillian smiled, touching Eric's face again. "I know you would, and it's part of why I love you."

"No, dinner won't cook itself unless we go out to eat." He reached down and tapped a finger against Kitten's nose before arranging to come back for the beer as soon as they got the car pulled around. "Let's head back then and get everything home. We can stop for some beignets on the way."

"Oooh beignets…" Cillian sighed happily. "Alright…home it is." Letting Eric take most of the groceries, he trotted happily next to the taller man's side, smiling contentedly…finally having relaxed into the familiar, domestic way their life tended to go in quiet moments like these.

Cillian Murphy and Eric Bana. Garden District. Rated PG.

Sat, 09 Feb 2008 05:10:00 GMT

Cillian Murphy and Eric Bana
Their home. Garden District. Rated PG.
February 8, 2008

The sun streamed through the slit in curtains where neither Eric nor Cillian had remembered to pull the shade. It was a bright, early Saturday morning and Eric was still sound asleep with no worries of an alarm clock sounding to wake him. The first few days of their week had been tense with neither of them comfortable around the other, but finally sliding back into their routine by Tuesday night. Eric was just relieved that Cillian had not left him and he shifted in his sleep as the thought crossed his unconscious mind. One hand reached out, searching to make contact with his lover's skin.

Curled on his side next to his lover, Cillian shifted in his sleep, dreaming. They weren't bad dreams though, quite the opposite actually. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky and it was blue, so blue and the air was cool. There were flowers everywhere and Cillian was dressed in the most beautiful white wedding dress that ever had been created. Walking down the isle, the bouquet in his hands fairly flowed with flowers as he approached where Eric waited for him--so handsome, a grin on his face. It felt perfect, it felt right.

When Eric's hand made contact with Cillian's back, he woke suddenly, blinking in the early morning light--thinking about the dream he'd just had; how it made him feel. And he realized suddenly that the panic was gone, and it had been replaced with a feeling of just how right that dream felt. He blinked again, shifting over and then sitting up, reaching out and shaking Eric awake.

The abrupt shaking had Eric sitting up fast and confused, his eyes blinking madly in the light. "Wha'? What's wrong?" He rubbed at his eyes and stroked a hand over his jaw, trying to wake up enough to meet Cillian's seemingly bright gaze.

"Ask me again," Cillian stated, sitting on his knees next to Eric in the bed. His mind was whirling, but with different things than before.

"What?" Ask him again? It wasn't that Eric forgot what he'd asked or that it was what had caused such a rift between them, but he was groggy and those days certainly were not something he'd been prone to thinking about as they'd settled back into their routines.

"Ask me again," Cillian repeated, looking down at Eric with huge eyes, dark hair a little wild, though the sunlight behind him framed him a bit like a halo. "Please ask me again." He chewed his lip.

It took a moment for the penny to drop and then Eric's eyes widened and he cleared his throat. "Cillian -" his voice cracked, so he cleared his throat and tried again. "Will you marry me?"

Cillian reached out, cupping Eric's face before leaning in, speaking just before their lips brushed. "Yes," he murmured, then kissed Eric deeply.

Eric kissed him back, not entirely sure he knew what had happened, but his arms came up and cradled Cillian close as he returned the deep kiss. He'd taken to wearing his pyjamas since their problems and was now cursing that fact as he couldn't feel Cillian pressed to him.

Shifting as they kissed, Cillian was straddling Eric in bed, arms wrapped tightly around him. Finally breaking for air, he pressed his forehead to Eric's, eyes shining.

"You just agreed to marry me." There was something akin to wonder in Eric's voice as he ran his hands up Cillian's back, one cupping his lover's head and dragging him back in for a scorching kiss. Pulling his mouth away, Eric grinned and toppled Cillian back until he was poised over his lover and ravaging his mouth again.

"Yes, I did..." Cillian giggled as he was pounced, arching hard against Eric as the larger body covered his head. Slender hands trailed down Eric's back, nails dragging lightly.

Groaning, Eric kissed him hard, arching into the nails as he moaned loudly. "You're going to marry me." He murmured the words softly against Cillian's lips, his body pressing his lover into the bed as he let just a little bit more of his weight settle over and pin Cillian to the mattress.

Legs falling wide apart, Cillian shifted to allow Eric more comfortable against him. He continued to drag his hands along Eric's back, looking up at him, smiling. "Yes," he said again. "I'm so sorry it took me so long to be able to say that."

"I love you and I meant when I said you didn't ever have to be ready for that." A blinding grin flashes across his face just before Eric ducks down. "But now that you've said you will...there's no getting out of it." He reaches a hand to stroke down Cillian side as he kisses him again and again.

Giggling as Eric continued to kiss him, Cillian finally tangles his hands in Eric's hair and forces his head up just a bit so he can look at him. "I know you said that and I believed you and I didn't do this just to make you happy; I want it. I want this."

"I'm glad, Cillian. Real glad." Eric growled as he tugged against Cillian's hold in his hair. He reached down with one hand, dragging that along Cillian's thigh to his knee and bringing it up along his hip. It opened his lover's body just enough so that Eric could grind against him, their cocks sliding back and forth alongside each other.

"Ah god..." Cillian hissed, arching up to meet Eric's thrusting, his grinding. He released his grip in his lover's hair, hands instead stroking down his back again, sliding lower, fingers moving into the waist of Eric's pants.

"Wait. Wait a minute." Eric kissed him hard and fast, levering himself up and off the bed with a groan. He's halfway buried in the closet and searching the large box on the shelf when he realized that he'd just left Cillian on the bed, hard and wanting. A mischievous smile graced his face as his hand closed on the ring box.

Cillian whined as Eric went away, lifting up a bit and shimmying out of his pajama pants and tugging off his tee shirt. "Get back over here you bloody idiot!"

"I'll be right there." He closed his fist over the box and turned back to the bed, his breath catching at the sight of Cillian naked in their bed. "I want you to be wearing my ring the first time I make love to you after you said yes." Grinning wickedly, Eric opened the box and tossed it aside before he tugged Cillian to him by his left hand. "I will love you forever and this is my token that you will be my husband." Eric slid the ring down past Cillian's knuckle until it seated just where it should. Raising Cillian's hand to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss there and smiled at his lover.

"Oh..."Cillian breathed softly in response in Eric's statement. He let Eric pull him close, looking down at the ring with rather wide eyes. He smiled, warmth flooding him as Eric kissed his hand, spoke those words. "I love you too; I'm yours..." He stroked Eric's face with his free hand. "Thank you for being so patient with me."

Cuddling Cillian in close, Eric kissed his hand then his cheeks and eyelids before settling on his lips for a long, slow kiss. "You are the love of my life and I would wait forever for you."

"But you don't have to," Cillian murmured, touching any part of Eric he could find. "Only a week..." he smiled softly, blushing. He was still unable to believe it had taken him that long.

Eric laughed, full-bellied and truly relaxed for the first time in a week. Kissing Cillian briefly, he stepped back and tugged his clothes off. "Now I want to make love to my fiance." He grinned and advanced on the bed, intent on tumbling Cillian to the mattress and not letting him back up all day.

Grinning, Cillian held out his arms to Eric, inviting him closer. "Yes," he hissed softly, eyes dark with arousal. "Anything you want..." Sliding a hand down his body, his fingers brushed lightly over his cock.

Scooping his smaller lover into his arms, Eric pressed soft kisses that melted into sharp nips along Cillian's collarbone. "Want you." He walked Cillian back and dropped him onto the bed, laughing as his lover bounced a bit.

Giggling, as he hit, Cillian arched up, hands roaming over Eric's broad back. "Got me," he responded simply, expression adoring and a little...astounded.

"Hmmmm, that I do." With a soft growl, Eric bent his head to nibble and feast on Cillian's fair skin. He reached one hand out to twine their hands together, the hard form of the ring pressing against his fingers making him moan softly and smile against Kitten's skin. "All mine for the rest of our lives."

That thought is both exhilarating and terrifying for Cillian, but the fear and uncertainty for once doesn't win out. "Yes," he hissed softly, free hand stroking along Eric's arm. "Love you."

Eric Bana and Cillian Murphy. Their home. Garden District. Rated PG.

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 02:14:10 GMT

Eric Bana and Cillian Murphy
Their home. Garden Quarter. Rated PG.
February 1-2, 2008

Cillian hummed to himself happily as he moved around the house--it was mostly clean, just needed a bit of picking up here and there, as things tended to turn out if you stayed behind them. He'd been working less at Oz, and as he settled more and more into the role and dynamic he had with Eric at the house, with their relationship, the calmer he was starting to get about it.

He still hadn't contacted the owners of Smoky Blues about working there. Eric had asked a few times, Cillian had dodged. Otherwise, he was settling into things quite well. Every now and again it would twinge at him, Eric being the main breadwinner, paying for most everything--but he was starting to calm down a bit about it; though there were still a few items that Cillian would not budge on. He missed his flat sometimes, just on principle, but he really loved Eric's house...and it was actually starting to feel like their home instead of just Eric's. It was also starting to show evidence of the fact they both lived there. Cillian was still careful not to overstep regarding his tastes vs. Eric's though.

Eric groaned as he straightened from under the hood of the car he'd been working on all afternoon. Stretching out his back, he put his tools away and cleaned himself up as best he could in the sink he'd installed in the garage. With Kitten in the house, keeping it tidy, he was much more aware of the grime he used to track through. The thought of his lover brought a wide smile to his face and Eric whistled as he made his way into the kitchen, sniffing at the delicious scents in the air. "Cilli?"

"In here!" Cillian called from the kitchen pantry that he'd decided needing cleaning out and sorting. It had been on his to-do list of things bugging him, so he'd set to doing it after getting the straightening up he'd wanted to take care of finished. There's a casserole in the oven as well for dinner, the timer steadily ticktickticking away.

Following the sound of Cillian's voice, Eric propped himself in the doorway of the pantry. His lover was stretched high up as he moved things around. It was enough to make Eric chuckle at the sight and he pushed into the small space to move one of the items to the back for Kitten. "Need any help in here?" he asked as he dropped his hands to curl around Cillian's waist and pull him back against Eric's chest.

"Hey!" Cillian giggled as Eric dragged him back, wiggling his arse just because. "And that's why I have my stool," he hmphed, though it was good naturedly. He could be stubbornly self-reliant and independent, and he knew that. He wriggled again, looking up over his shoulder and batting his lashes.

"And I'm sure your stool is good for a lot of things." Eric smiled down at Kitten, leaning in to press a kiss to his nose. "But why use it when you have me here?" He didn't wait for a response, just spun Cillian around with a quick move and pressed him against the wall. "You can climb me instead."

Squeaking as he's turned and pressed against the wall, Cillian purred suddenly as he felt the hard length of Eric's body against him. Well, yes...perhaps reorganizing the pantry could wait. Lifting on his tip toes, making his body slide even more deliciously along Eric's, Cillian wrapped his arms around Eric's neck and lifted his legs, wrapping them tightly around his lover's waist.

Eric groaned as Kitten did just as he'd suggested. One hand fisting in his lover's hair and Eric was devouring Cillian's mouth. He'd learned early on that he had to stay out of the house during the day if he was going to concentrate on his work, for just this reason. The sight of Kitten alone generally sent his desire sky-rocketing. Eric ground their hips together before pulling away from the kiss. "Shorts. Off...now." He set Kitten down and tangled with getting his cock released from his jeans.

At first Cillian had been a little put off by the fact Eric sometimes kept so much distance between them during the day. He understood now though, considering it usually ended up with him on his knees, or his back, or bent over a table or some other nice, deviant position. He smirked a bit as Eric ordered him out of his shorts. Sometimes, just to be a little bit tart, he'd wander into the garage and wriggle in just the right way to end up in one of said positions, but mostly he let Eric work.

Popping the button on his shorts, Cillian unzipped them and pushed them over his slender hips. He wriggled them down, kicking off his sandals and then the shorts. Fingers brushed over his belly, his cock a hard curve between his legs. "Shirt on or off?" he purred.

"Off," Eric growled as he tugged his own up and off, dropped to the side without a glance. He lifted Kitten as soon as his lover was fully naked and braced him against the wall. Taking his mouth again in a hard kiss, Eric reached down to cup Cillian's ass and spread the cheeks slightly open. Eric broke the kiss and panted in Cillian's ear. "Do you need prep?" he asked as one finger circled the hole, pressing against it slightly as he waited for his answer.

Bucking as the finger brushed against him, Cillian whimpered, rubbing against Eric. His eyes were dark with passion as he pressed down on the finger. He hadn't really prepped that morning, but he didn't care. Sometimes, he liked it rough--needed it that way. "Just do it," he hissed softly. "You can just pamper me for the next few days while I'm walking funny..." His small hand slid between them, gripping Eric's thick length hard. "Fuck me like you mean it."

Groaning, Eric pressed his finger in quick and deep. "So hot for me, my little Kitten." Eric took Cillian's mouth in a fierce kiss as he dragged his finger back out and let Kitten's hand guide him where he needed to be. Not a breath later and Eric was thrusting forward, past the natural resistance of Cillian's body and deep inside where he wanted to be.

Any response was stolen from Cillian as his head thudded back with an audible sound and he let out a scream of both pleasure and pain as Eric slammed into him. "Yes yes yes..." he almost chanted, body clenching and writhing around the thick cock of his lover. Both arms returned to Eric's neck, holding tightly, nails digging in as he was fucked good and proper as he'd asked for against the wall.

He could rarely control himself around Cillian, and especially not when his lover asked for such a hard pounding. It drove Eric crazy to see his gorgeous, so fragile looking lover with his head back and teeth bared as he breathed through the burning fire of Eric pounding into him with no preparation. To know that Kitten wanted it, craved and loved it made him thrust harder and hold on just a bit tighter. Eric nipped at Cillian's lips before burying his face in Kitten's neck, teeth clamping down on his shoulder as Eric's hips snapped fast and hard.

That was one thing Cillian loved about Eric...that thought flitted through his head just before his world shattered into a million little pieces. He loved that Eric wasn't afraid to be rough with him, not once he'd realized Cillian truly wouldn't break. Eric wasn't afraid to give him what he wanted, to sometimes leave bruises, to hurt him oh so good and make him scream. The teeth on his neck received an answering dig of nails into Eric's tanned flesh as Cillian's body jerked in response to the violence of the pounding he was receiving. Perfect, so bloody perfect...exactly what he had asked for. Slender legs tightened around Eric's waist, holding on for dear life as the thick flesh of his lover threatened to split him in two in the most delicious of ways.

Eric was close, barely holding on by a thread as Cillian's body just pulled him in over and over. Lifting his head, he nuzzled against his lover's ear, hot breath fanning out and sending a burst of air over the places he'd flicked his tongue out to taste. It was so much, almost too much and eventually, Eric had to pull his face back to look in Kitten's face. "Want you to come for me, to shatter wide open, my Kitten." Shifting them against the wall, he reached between them and curled his fist around Cillian's hard cock as he continued with the fast, violent pace. He was almost going over the edge, but needed Kitten to come first.

That shift was almost enough to do it, that slight change in rhythm that had Eric hitting violently against his prostate in the perfect way. He shouted, damn near a scream, as sparks exploded in his vision and his body convulsed as electricity pulsed through him and he tripped over the edge, coming so hard his world started to blur around the edges. Cillian whimpered and writhed, hips thrusting his still spasming cock into Eric's hand and his body holding Eric in an almost vice like grip.

It was all he needed, all he ever needed anymore. With Cillian's orgasm clamping down around him, Eric braced his free hand on the wall and thrust a small handle of times more before he slams in one last time and shoots hard into Kitten's body. He groaned, nuzzling at Cillian's throat as his body slumped against Kitten's, pining him tight to the wall.

Gasping for breath, Cillian clung to Eric--loving the feel of being trapped between the hard body of his lover and the wall. "Oh god..." he gasped, laughing breathlessly, arms wrapped tightly about Eric, his world still shuddering and shaking.

Eric laughed too, lapping and kissing at his throat before he finally levered himself away from the wall. Holding Cillian in his arms, Eric slowly pulled out of his lover and let Cillian settle back onto his own feet, though Eric never removed his arms from around the smaller man.

Legs still a bit wobbly, Cillian leaned against Eric, wincing slightly--but not minding in the least. He purred softly, nuzzling against his lover and aching deliciously. "Love when you do that..."

"I do too." Though Eric would never tell Cillian how much it sometimes scared him after. He knew his lover adored the fact that he just let go. "Time to get you all tucked up and resting." Eric bent just slightly and scooped Kitten into his arms, making sure to avoid the doorway as he walked them both out of the pantry and to the upstairs. They would have a shower together and he would tuck Kitten in bed for dinner.

Wrapping his arms around Eric's neck as he was picked up like he weighed nothing, Cillian nuzzled contentedly, feeling a bit of tension in Eric's shoulders. He licked lightly at his throat. "What's wrong?" He was content, achy and content and intended on dragging Eric into bed with him.

"Just need to get you settled, that's all." Eric maneuvered them through the bedroom door and hovered next to the bed. "Do you want a shower first? Or just tucked up in bed?"

The boy nestled against Eric, nuzzling against. "So long as you tuck up with me...but that wasn't a good response to my question."

"I need to at least shut off the oven before I can tuck up with you." Eric chuckled and tightened his arms around Kitten before setting him on the bed. He pushed up and slightly over his lover to kiss him soundly and then pull back. "Nothing's wrong, Cillian. I'll be right back." Eric made his way to the kitchen, chastising himself for not being entirely honest with Cillian, but it's an argument they've had numerous times and something he needed to just get over on his own.

Cillian had almost forgotten about the casserole. He curled beneath the covers, brow furrowed as he thought about Eric's assurance that nothing was wrong when something was obviously on his lover's mind.

Eric took a few deep breaths and shut off the oven, leaving the food in there to heat up later when they were ready to venture out of the bedroom. Making his way back upstairs, Eric stripped out of his clothes and climbed under the covers behind Kitten, dragging his lover back against his body with a sigh. "How're you feeling?" Eric asked before he pressed a kiss to Cillian's shoulder.

Snuggling close as he's tugged, Cillian purred quietly. "Good," he said. "If you'll tell me what's going on in that thick head of yours..." He ran his hands along Eric's arms.

Snorting a laugh, Eric stretched and arched under Cillian's gentle touch. "What makes you think anything more is going on in my mind?" Eric doesn't wait for a response, instead he sighed and curled his arm tighter around Kitten. "Sometimes I worry about hurting you. I know you enjoy days like today and god knows I love them." Eric growled and bit down on Kitten's shoulder. "I still worry that I've hurt you, though, in a way you don't want."

Groaning softly as he's bitten, Cillian struggled to pull his attention around to talking. He wriggled until he could turn in Eric's arms and face him. Reaching out, he touched Eric's face gently. "You haven't, not ever. And I trust you....I wouldn't let you go too far, Eric...I promise."

Eric twined his legs with Cillian's and tucked his lover back into his arms once he was settled. "I just lose control around you and taking care of you, treating you like the precious part of my life that you are helps me feel better about that." He was flushing slightly, opening his fears and needs up to Kitten like he'd never done to anyone else before.

"Well, I like you taking care of me..and taking care of you; but you don't have to worry so much...I'm hardier than I look..." Kissing Eric gently, Cillian curled happily in his arms. "We fit just right, love." He rubbed lightly against Eric, feeling his stubble. He liked the duality of being in Eric's arm...so strong, so powerful and so safe.

"We take care of each other." Eric suddenly realized that he hadn't stopped to ask if Cillian was working. "Um, do you have any shifts at Oz coming up? I never even stopped to think that you might be too sore to work." Of course, that was another spot of difficulty between them; Eric still wanted Kitten to quit and work at Smoky Blues, but he'd promised not to push.

Oz. Cillian hated talking about it anymore. Depending on who you asked he wasn't working enough or shouldn't be working there at all. "This weekend, I'll be fine by then...I knew what I was asking for, what I was getting into." Touching Eric's face, Cillian leaned in and kissed Eric lightly.

"Ok, I just don't want to hurt you when you have to work so hard." Eric kissed him back, one hand lazily stroking Kitten's back when the words he'd promised he wouldn't ask came out. "Have you thought any more about the Jazz club?"

Cillian sighed, but didn't pull away from the touch, saying nothing for a moment. No. But it wouldn't be the truth, though perhaps Eric didn't understand exactly why he was reluctantly about it. Yes, it had to do with money, but Cillian had come to realize it wasn't just that or even largely that any longer.

Eric waited. He was good at that and he could just tell that Cillian was working up to something. It was never an easy thing to do, but Eric knew it was worth it to be patient -or as patient as he could be.

"What if I'm not good enough for that?" Cillian finally said quietly, though he wasn't really expecting an answer. "Oz is...different. It's a fantasy land where over the top is the thing. I'm just some drag queen, Smoky Blues...it's classier than that. The only thing I'm good at is what I do at Oz, what if I'm not good at it there?"

That was the last thing Eric expected to hear and much as he might want to shower Kitten with praise, it was an honest question. Pressing a kiss to Cillian's lips he pulled back and framed the other man's face with his hands. "You are good enough. I think so, Worth thinks so or he wouldn't have offered you a job." He stroked a thumb over Cillian's cheekbone. "You are so talented, love. Give yourself a chance to soar at something that is such an inner part of who you are."

"He's heard me sing once," Cillian stated. "That's a far cry from good enough all the time. It's a different world, a normal world--what if I don't belong there? And I don't know what I'll do if I fail instead of soar. What else am I good at? I'm just this useless thing..."

"You are far from useless, Cillian." Eric's use of his lover's given name was purposeful. "You are so much more than you give yourself credit for. I have complete faith in your abilities and you will never know what you can do if you don't try. And, if you really need to know that you have a back up plan, then try Smoky Blues for one night a week to start. Give it a shot on a smaller scale." He tugged Kitten closer, twining their legs together as he stared into his lover's eyes. "You are good at any number of things and now is the time for you to discover them. Give yourself the freedom to try anything you want."

Holding Eric's gaze for a moment, Cillian finally looked down. "This is all I've ever been good at," he said softly. "I don't know how to do anything else. It's pathetic, I know..." It's rare for him to show this much insecurity to anyone, even Eric.

"It's not pathetic, Cillian." It was sad was what it was. Eric mourned for all the things that made his lover feel so inferior. "I will support anything you choose, Cillian. I just want what's best for you. Always." Pressing a soft kiss to Kitten's lips, Eric stroked the side of Cillian's face while he gazed into his lover's eyes.

The young man sighed, still not quite meeting Eric's eyes. He fidgeted, not doubting in the least that Eric would support him. And while he had settled somewhat into life here, there was still part of him that wondered what he could actually offer, especially if being on stage was no longer an option. If something more...normal...wasn't possible for him.

Eric continued to snuggle Kitten; he could feel the tension in his lover, the worry. "I love you for who you are, Cillian. Just as you are. You're mine, no matter what." He pressed soft kisses all over Cillian's face as his hand slid slow, up and down his lover's back.

Purring softly, Cillian arched into the touches lightly, turning his head to bring their lips together into a proper kiss. "I love you," he sighed quietly, nuzzling against Eric.

"Love you too." Eric kept up the touches, loving the way that Cillian turned to him. Kissing his lover gently, Eric finally tilted his head down to catch Cillian's eyes. "You know I want you to be happy, right? And I know that doing new things can be scary. But, we're partners; in this together." He pressed another soft kiss to Kitten's lips. "That means what I have is yours, to help you and support you as you need. Always."

Cillian shifted uncomfortably, this still a slight point of contention between them...though he had been trying, he really had. He bit his lip, nodding a bit and leaning in to nuzzle again so he wouldn't have to say more yet. And the word always made his heart flutter in his throat with a mixture of things that made him quiver and cling.

"I've been thinking." Eric pulled back, placing a few reassuring kisses to Cillian's lips before he slipped out of the bed and padded to his dresser. There was a box, placed under his undershirts, tucked away and hidden for a few weeks as he tried to judge the time, the moment. It was now or never. "Cillian, can you come here?" He needed to know that his lover would meet him halfway.

Brow furrowing when Eric got up and summoned him over, Cillian uncurled, getting out of bed with a quiet wince. He padded over, naked, looking up at Eric curiously. "What is it?"

There was no doing this halfway. Not now and not ever with Cillian. Smiling, Eric cupped a hand over Cillian's cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before dropping to his knees and bringing his other hand up. "Cillian Murphy, will you marry me?"

Eyes widening, Cillian stared down at Eric for a moment--speechless and terrified. He wanted to make yes come out, he really did...but the concept suddenly frightened him beyond belief. After all, hadn't they been pretty much acting like a married couple, especially since he had moved in? But...this step. He took a step back before he'd even realized it, hand fluttering at his throat nervously.

Eric stayed where he was, love on his face and hope in his eyes. The longer Cillian remained quiet, the more that began to fade. He waited still, though as he wanted nothing else nearly as much as he wanted this.

"I...I..." Cillian stammered...and he couldn't explain it, not really--why he couldn't say yes. He wanted it, oh he did...but...he was more terrified that he could remember being in a long while. "I...I'm sorry..." he said quietly, then turned and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door and leaning against it.

The click of the latch as the door closed to the bathroom was loud in Eric's ears, a final clanking sound as his eyes dropped shut. It hurt, his chest ached and his head throbbed as he worked to hold back the flood of emotion that was threatening to spill as tears down his cheeks. He took a few shuddering breaths before he rose and tucked the box back away...this time back in the closet, high on a shelf in a larger box of bad ideas. With a heavy heart he moved to the door and rested his forehead. "Cillian? Please come out. I - I'm going to go to sleep. Please come get some rest." As he turned to see the bed, looming and empty, Eric quickly slid into some sleep pants that had not been used since Cillian came to live with him and headed to the guest bedroom. They both needed their space.

It wasn't immediate, Cillian coming back out. He decided on a shower, to get cleaned up and to just...think. Thinking just started a well of panic though and he was sore and exhausted and he had no idea what his response would mean for them. However, when he opened the door and found an empty bed, he felt a hand clench around his heart. He leaned heavily in the doorway for a moment, closing his eyes as tears threatened. Had he just lost Eric because he wasn't able to say yes? Pulling his robe more tightly about him, he padded silently downstairs to make tea.

~~~

Eric made his way into their room to head for the shower and saw the bed empty and unrumpled. With a sigh, he took a fast shower and dressed for a day back in the garage. Even though he'd hoped to not work today, with Cillian's non-answer the night before, he was determined to back off and spend the day under the hood of a car. As he passed the front room, Eric glanced in and saw Cillian curled into the overstuffed armchair with a blanket and long cold cup of something. Knowing his lover, it was probably tea. Without a word, he went into the kitchen and put the kettle on as well as started the coffee and breakfast. Maybe if he made Kitten something to eat, they could just ignore the rejection from the night before.

The smell of breakfast and coffee roused Cillian and he woke rubbing his eyes. His body protested his treatment of it a bit as he sat up and stretched a bit. For a moment, he could convince himself what had happened had been a dream, but he knew it wasn't. Chewing on his lip, he finally got up and headed upstairs to pull on some clothes before padding down and into the kitchen quietly.

Everything was ready and really all Eric was doing now was stalling. He turned to go get Cillian and stopped when he saw his lover standing in the doorway. "Breakfast is ready," Eric managed to croak out after clearing his throat. "The water for your tea should be done soon."

"Um..thanks," Cillian said quietly, fidgeting a bit, hating the...awkwardness between them that had quite honestly never existed, even early on. And he knew it was his fault.

Nodding, Eric gestured at the table before sitting himself down to one of the plates of food. "I -uh, I'll be working out in the garage today. Like usual." He looked at Cillian, feeling ridiculous and sad and turned his face down to his food as he started to eat. Nothing remotely tasted edible with the pit in his stomach, but he knew the fastest way to trouble was to not consume any food before he lost himself in his work.

"Oh...okay. I'll...take care of the dishes and stuff and I need to go to the store..." At least Eric hadn't told him to get his shite and get out, that was an improvement over worst case scenario. He felt kind of lost, and he stomach flopped a bit at the idea of food, so he busied himself with tea preparation instead.

"Do you want me to drive you?" With Kitten still not having a license, Eric wasn't sure what his lover planned on doing. While he'd rather bury himself in work, there was no way he would let Cillian walk to the store and Eric would take him if Cillian wanted his company -no matter how painful the tense silence might be.

Cillian looked up, looked at Eric for a moment though he wouldn't quite meet his eyes. While he didn't doubt the offer was genuine, he could also tell it wasn't really what Eric wanted to do. "No, it's okay."

"I'd rather...nevermind." Eric shook his head and went back to eating. "If you have a lot to bring home, please either call me or a car to bring you back." He knew that Kitten bristled when told things or if Eric coddled too much, but he was damned if he was going to sit there and worry all day that Cillian was carrying large arm loads of supplies when it wasn't the least bit necessary.

Hugging himself a bit, Cillian turned back to his coffee. "Okay," he said softly. "I will..." He rubbed his arms, still chewing on his lips. "Eric...?" he trailed off. "Nevermind."

Eric took a breath, just a moment and looked up at Cillian. "Thank you." Another breath and his eyes stayed fastened on Cillian's face. "What?"

The young man shook his head, picking up his tea. "I'm going to go get dressed," he said softly and moved out of the kitchen, feeling a little sad and lost.

"And I'm going to work in the garage." Eric rose from the table, not at all sure Kitten even heard him. He scraped his plate, gulped down the now cold coffee and left things in the sink before walking out the back door and into the garage. He closed the door behind him and leaned on it, his head dropping into his hands as he tried to keep control of his emotions.

Cillian went shopping as he said, though he took a detour before going, just needing some time to think and get his head together, though he didn't come to very many conclusions. Finally, he got what he needed and called a cab, not able to bring himself to disturb Eric. It's nearing dark when he arrived back, dragging everything inside.

Eric had cleaned up a good bit ago and after a walk through the house to find Cillian still not home, he grabbed a beer and settled into the television room with a game blaring and a beer in hand. There was another on the table next to him so he would not have to get up for another one any time soon. He heard Cillian bringing things in after a the slamming of a car door, so at least he knew his lover had not walked home with all of it. While Eric wanted to offer his help, Cillian never let him so tonight he didn't bother moving from his chair.

Hearing the tv, Cillian was surprised when Eric didn't call out a greeting or try to offer to help. He set his jaw and lugged everything into the kitchen and started unpacking it. He glanced at the clock as he got everything put away. He put on some dinner for Eric and went into the living room. "There's...there's a casserole cooking in the oven. I'm...going to go out for a while, if that's okay."

"If that's what you want." Eric turned his head to look at Cillian, draining the last of his beer before reaching for an opening the new one. "I'll take the casserole out if you set the timer. Do you...do you want me to put it in the fridge or leave it out for you to have when you get back?"

"I'm not sure, I can warm it later," Cillian responded. "The timer is on." He fidgeted for a moment, waiting...for what he wasn't certain.

Eric could feel Kitten hovering, so he put down the beer and turned full on to face him. It was an effort to meet his lover's eyes and that, more than anything else, ripped at his heart. "Will you be long?" He didn't really want Cillian to leave, but he had no compelling reason for his lover to stay. He'd already offered all of himself.

"I don't know," Cillian said honestly. He just couldn't stay here with this right now, this avoidance. He needed to think, to figure this out. Though part of him wanted Eric to ask him to stay, to talk about this, to tell them they could work through this-that it would be alright.

"Well, I'll be here. Waiting for you when you come home." It was all he could offer to Cillian -to be the man he was and to let his lover know that he wasn't going anywhere.

"Oh...okay..." Cillian fidgeted for a moment. "Do you...do you want me to stay?"

"Yes." Eric stood, walked most of the way across the room and looked down at Cillian. "Yes, I would rather you were home with me. But, I understand if you want to get away." The 'from me' was left unsaid, but it hovered on the tip of Eric's tongue. He wanted to reach for Cillian, but couldn't.

The way Eric said it, it hurt...mainly because Cillian felt like it was true. He looked up, eyes torn and worried and afraid. "I'm sorry," he said softly.

Another apology. "Don't be sorry. I'm the one who should apologize." He sighed, hand rubbing his jaw. "I push and push and ask for too much. It's not fair and now we can't even be in the same house. Have fun tonight...and if you could shut the food off on your way, I'm not really hungry." He couldn't eat even if he tried. And right now, trying was the last thing on his to do list.

Fun? Cillian felt like laughing, or crying. "I wasn't..." apologising because I was going to leave... "Eric please...you didn't...I just...."

"But I did. I've upset you. You can barely look at me." He was doing his best to not sound accusatory because Eric certainly didn't mean it that way. But, he couldn't help the tinge of hurt that crept into his voice. Cillian ran from him the night before and he didn't know how to fix it. "I'm sorry." Utter misery dripped from his words and Eric stood there without a clue of where to go from there.

"I don't want to hurt you..." Cillian whispered. "I didn't mean to hurt you...I don't...want to go but I'm not sure you want me here either. You...you didn't sleep in our bed last night. Are we...I mean...is it over because I couldn't say yes?" He blinked back the tears, hating how his voice cracked.

"God no! Please don't end it. I love you and want you however you want to be with me." It was no more than the truth, but it laid Eric bare. "But, you ran from me." Eric's voice cracked and his gaze dropped to the floor. "I left to give you some space -so you wouldn't feel pushed by me."

"I don't want to end it," Cillian said softly. "And I just...I was just...overwhelmed. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I wasn't ready."

"It's okay...you don't ever have to be ready." And Eric meant every word. Even if he wanted the wedding, the life - he would take what Kitten could give him.

And how was that fair? That Eric settled? Cillian stepped forward, head down, wanting nothing more than to feel Eric's arms around him.

Moving forward after Cillian, Eric opened his arms. "I love you," he murmured as he reached out and enveloped Cillian in his arms.

Curling close against Eric, Cillian practically clung to the man. "I love you too," he responded quietly, voice muffled where his face was pressed into the strong chest of his lover.

Cillian Murphy and Eric Bana have some adjustments to make.

Fri, 13 Jul 2007 05:03:51 GMT

Cillian Murphy pretty_cillian and Eric Bana mechanicbana adjust during the first morning.
Garden District, Rated PG
2 May 2007, will be crossposted and backdated

Cillian had gotten up very early the day after moving in. He'd left Eric still asleep in bed ...his first night living with Eric had been...well, a touch stressful. It wasn't like it was the first time he'd slept in the man's bed all night, or gotten up with breakfast in mind, but today...today was a start to something much bigger than staying the night.

And there were still boxes to be dealt with and furniture that didn't match anything already here. And it was simply throwing Cillian's little world off to the point he'd had trouble sleep at all.

His only recourse had been to clean. And clean he had, cleaned things that probably didn't even know they were in a position to be cleaned. He hadn't touched the boxes that were left though, they mocked him from their places. Mocked him by being unpacked, and therefore out of place, and mocked him by needing to be unpacked at all. He and Eric had made good work on most of Cillian's things, so there were only a few minor things, and the furniture was mostly living out in the garage for now.

Hair pulled back and in ratty (well, ratty by Cillian's standards) clothing, Cillian had tackled the kitchen.

Eric smiled as the sunlight hit his closed eyelids. He stretched an arm out to scoop Kitten in to his side and frowned when he came up with nothing but cooled sheets and an empty room. Sighing, he pushed up onto his elbows and then climbed out of the bed. Waking up alone on their first morning together was not how he'd envisioned the day.

As he walked down the stairs, he sniffed at the air...an unfamiliar scent wafted around him. It was almost antiseptic and he groaned low as he guessed that Kitten was already elbow deep in cleaning. As he came across his lover in the kitchen, Eric settled his nude body against the door frame and growled out a soft, "Good morning."

On his hands and knees cleaning out the pots and pans cupboard, Cillian looked over his shoulder at Eric...allowing his gaze to linger on the well defined nude body of his lover. "Morning," he greeted, then started dragging the rest of the pans out. "How do you find anything?"

"Pretty much how you are doing it now, love." Eric held back a chuckle at the sight of his lover on the floor of the kitchen with his pots and pans strewn about. "I missed you in bed. Been up long?"

"Couple of hours," Cillian responded, making a face. "And not anymore. It needs organizing. Badly."

"That it does...and I can see you have the project well in hand." Eric was not about to try and pull his lover away from his task, but it was tempting. "Anything I can do to help? Make some breakfast, maybe?"

"Are you hungry?" Cillian asked. "I can make breakfast..." He was already rising, plans already going through his head of what to cook.

That was it. Eric moved from the doorway, intercepted Kitten and pulled into his arms for a hard kiss. Meant to stop him in his tracks, Eric eventually softened it enough to seduce his lover's lips open while his head tilted back. As he pulled back, he brushed a kiss over Kitten's nose. "Yes, I am hungry, but I can make something while you work on your project. Later, we'll get some of the furniture out of here so we can move your things in from the garage. How does that sound?"

The kiss had the desired effect and Cillian melted against Eric, and it took him a few moments to try and bring coherent thought back into his brain. "Okay, to furniture...but let me cook, okay?" He couldn't explain it...but that was part of the deal, if Eric was going to be taking on a good portion of the bills, then Cillian's job was to take care of him and the house, and that included making breakfast. He knew Eric would argue, he knew it was greatly illogical, but it was what he was clinging to at the moment until he could locate his equilibrium again.

About to protest, Eric looked into Kitten's eyes and saw that he needed to do it. "Alright. You can cook and I will go do some rummaging around to see what can be moved out." Eric had even grabbed a stack of sticky notes to put on the things he wanted in storage or sold.

Cillian nodded and smiled, grateful. "Alright. I'll have breakfast ready before you know it..."

"Make sure to call me when it's ready. I can lose track of time easily in this place." Kissing Kitten on the forehead, Eric hugged him tight with one arm and wandered into his office, completely unmindful of his nakedness. He was armed with the sticky notes and making headway when Eric finally stood to look around. Satisfied that there would soon be a space for Kitten to set up his own desk, Eric moved to the living room which was bound to need a hell of a lot more work.

Breakfast became an intricate affair that involved pancakes and omelets and he loved cooking, especially for more than himself. It relaxed him, always gave him a purpose.

He tagged larger pieces that he rarely used, boxed up any number of trinkets and things that had merely been tacking up space for years. Eric was amazed at how different it already looked and he had to admit to his own butterflies over seeing his things moved out to make way for an eclectic mix of his and his, as it were. But, it thrilled more than worried and Eric was impatient to get started.

Finally, Cillian went looking for Eric, stopping short when he saw so many things gone. "Oh..."

"Hey love." ERic straightened, placed another knick knack in the box and crossed the room to Kitten. Leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lover's lips, Eric pulled back with a grin and quirked eyebrow. "Breakfast ready?"

"Yes..." Cillian glanced around again. "Are you sure?" he inquired, biting his lip. "I feel like I'm running you out..."

"You are not running me out." Eric took Kitten in his arms and held him close, chuckling softly as his body responded familiarly. "I want you in my life, want your things around. It's not a running out so much as a merging of lives."

"You're sure?" Though Cillian knew the uncertainty wasn't Eric's. If it had been practical, he knew Eric would have just as easily moved in with him if Cillian had insisted.

"More than anything else in my life, Cillian." He looked down at Kitten, expression sober and without a doubt in his eyes. This was right and he knew that -with time- Kitten would recognize that as well.

"Thank you for being so patient," the young man murmured softly, holding Eric's gaze for a few long moments before leaning against him and closing his eyes.

Eric just wrapped his lover in close, pressed soft kisses to his head and smiled as Kitten relaxed into him. It seemed that this might just be working out after all. "Breakfast done?"

"All ready," Cillian confirmed, reluctant to move just yet. He loved the feel of Eric's arms around him, so strong and safe--and that was the part of him that was so happy about the move, that thought this felt natural, to come in here and take care of Eric, to live with him like this.

Eric Bana helps Cillian Murphy move into their home. French Quarter. Rated G.

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 13:39:20 GMT

Eric Bana ( mecanicbana ) helps Cillian Murphy ( pretty_cillian ) move to their home
French Quarter. Rated G.
1 May 2007

Eric looked around Kitten's mostly bare apartment as he swiped an arm at the sweat dripping down the side of his face. They'd already hauled a good number of things down to the truck he'd rented for the day and he was feeling mighty pleased with the fact that his lover was moving in. This good mood was tempered only by the fact that Kitten was not acting too pleased with the process. He knew his lover was still having issues accepting the idea of being supported by Eric, but now that they were under way...Eric was determined to enjoy the process of it.

Cillian looked around, lips pursed as he surveyed his swiftly emptying flat. This had been the only real home he'd known for years and he was still balking a bit at the idea of leaving it, even if he was going to a new home--which already did feel like a home. It wasn't just the process of moving, it was the leaving Oz for a job that would come nowhere near bringing in the same kind of money, which meant he would be relying on Eric mostly and that idea still made his stomach do little flip flops.

Glancing at his lover, clad in jeans and a tee shirt for the messy task of moving, Eric smiled. Even in the more masculine clothing, his lover's flare for color and beauty shone through. Never mind the gorgeousness that just radiated from him, even with a frown creasing his forehead. Eric moved across the room and took Kitten's shoulders in his hands, leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Kitten's lips. "Almost done, love. I love you, Kitten...Cillian."

He didn't hear his real name a lot and it made him turn his head and look at Eric. "I love you too," he said, and he did, this had nothing to do with that. "It's just...hard."

"I know it is. But, I'm here for you, with you." His arms curled and tightened around Kitten, holding him close. "Just think...tonight we will be in our house. Within in the next few days we'll be able to get your things settled around the house and hopefully make it feel more like your place, too." Eric's biggest fear was that Kitten was going to change his mind, going to regret the move.

"I hope so," Cillian murmured, leaning back against the solid warmth of Eric's body. He always found it comforting. And part of him was excited about this, part of him fully embraced the idea of sharing a household with Eric, of taking care of it and the man. That wasn't the part that had spawned a flock of butterflies though.

Another soft kiss pressed to his lover's head and Eric was pulling back to squeeze Kitten's shoulders. "I'm going to take another couple of boxes down. You want to make sure you have everything cleaned up in the bedroom?"

Giving a slight nod, Cillian headed into his bedroom, looking around a bit forlornly for a moment before entering the closet to make sure everything had been cleared out. He had less stuff than he had expected to...

The sad, wistful look on his lover's face was enough to break Eric's heart and make him feel bad about insisting on the move. But, this was the way of things, the forward progression of how lives were lived. He hauled three sets of two boxes down the stairs, adding them to the truck and giving Kitten a chance to say goodbye to his home. All that was left was to lock up and toss the key through the landlord's mail slot.

Cillian was grateful for the distance, the chance to say his goodbyes. He'd always loved his little flat. It had been small, but it had been his and it had been nice. He stood in his bedroom for a while, sorting through memories in his head. He wandered back into the living room and into his little, but well appointed, kitchen. Finally, he paused at the door leading into the hallway, looking back one last time. He was sad, he was scared as hell, but even with those two feelings--deep down, this felt right. He knew he was doing the right thing, if he could just let go of how frightened it made him, the step he was taking.

Eric leaned back against the door of the truck as he waited. Muscular arms crossed across his chest as he breathed in and out, slow and concentrated as he waited for his lover to appear. Once that gorgeous face appeared, they'd be on to the next step, the next part of their lives as a couple. And, as Eric squinted in the slightly fading sunlight, he mused on how long it might convince Kitten to marry him now that they'd gotten this far.

Moving gracefully down the steps, Cillian couldn't help the soft smile that graced his lips when he saw Eric waiting for him, arms folded--giving him his space to do what he needed, but there when Cillian needed the solidness of him to assure he--they--were making the right decision. Going to his lover, he leaned against him.

His arms separated, snaked out to curl around Kitten as he drew his lover into his chest and then up for a soft, gentle kiss. "You ready love?"

Curling into the embrace for a few long moments, Cillian turned his head to look back at his apartment building, butterflies migrating up to his throat. He nodded a bit, a little too choked up to say anything at the moment.

"Love you." Eric kissed Kitten's temple, held him tight for a few long moments before pushing them away from the truck and holding the door open for his lover to climb in. As he settled into the driver's seat, Eric reached out to grip Kitten's hand. "It's going to be wonderful, Kitten."

Settling in the truck, Cillian looked over at Eric and he could believe the words, even if it took some time for him to feel fully comfortable with everything. "Love you too."

Eric Bana and Cillian Murphy. Night on the town. French Quarter. Rated G.

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 01:09:26 GMT

Eric Bana mechanicbana and Cillian Murphy prettycillian have a night out on the town, including appearances by Wentworth Miller writerworth and Amaury Nolasco nola_amaury
French Quarter, Rated G.
22 April 2007, will be crossposted

Eric climbed the stairs to his room, walking in and through to where he'd set Kitten's dressing table up in the adjoining room. With a smile, he leaned on the doorway and watched his lover. "You almost ready to go, love?" Their reservations weren't for a bit, but he'd hoped to take Cillian for a bit of a stroll beforehand.

Looking up from where he's putting the finishing touches on his make up, Cillian smiled. "Almost," he promised. "And that's a real almost, not a twenty minutes almost."

Chuckling low, Eric pushed off the door frame and moved to stand behind his lover, hands coming to rest on the slender shoulders. "I'll hold you to that, then." He leaned over to drop a kiss to Kitten's head and then stood again and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and put on moredeodorant . He gave a cursory thought to a quick shave, but preferring a bit of stubble to rough his lover up with later, he left the day's growth where it was.

Rising, Cillian moved to the closet to get out the dress he'd chosen for the night, a dark, shimmery blue to compliment his eyes and shimmied into it. "Zip me up?" he purred, fluttering his lashes at Eric.

Eric grinned, suppressing the groan at the way Kitten's hips moved when he shimmied like that. Clearing his throat, he pressed a soft kiss to Kitten's shoulder. "Anytime, love." He zipped his lover slowly, watching the creamy flesh disappear into the fabric of the dress and already envisioning later that night when he would be going in reverse to expose his lover to his gaze.

"You're thinking very loudly," Cillian teased once he was in his dress, turning around to face Eric, hands moving down the dress to smooth it. "You can debauch me later, unless you want to miss our reservations?"

Laughing, he tilted Kitten's face up for a gentle brushing of lips. "I can wait...though just barely, I think." There was no way he would miss the reservation. Taking Kitten out was a true joy for him.

"Alright then. Let me get on my heels and I think I'm ready..." Cillian said with a smile, trailing long nailed fingers down Eric's arm.

Shivering, Eric stepped away and reached into the closet for his suit coat. It matched his dark blue 'nice' jeans just fine and added the most polish to his clothing that he ever wore. Once Kitten was ready, he offered his arm with a smile. "Shall we go?"

"Yes please," Cillian fluttered as his hand went to his throat. "You look so handsome..."

"Fancy enough?" Eric waggled his eyebrows and covered the hand on his arm. "And thank you. As usual, you are the most gorgeous sight I've ever seen." It sounded like flattery, but Eric meant every bit of it.

"Well, as long as I'm the most gorgeous thing to you, then that's what matters..." Cillian replied with a blush.

"No worries, then, love." He leaned down for another soft kiss and then pulled away on a sigh. "We have to go or I won't let you out of the house tonight." Eric chuckled and led Kitten downstairs and then outside to his cherry red sportster. Opening the door, he waited for Kitten to get settled before moving around to climb in.

Cillian settled himself primly into the car, hands in his lap. "I always love when we take this car out," he commented. "I feel so decadent and I know how you feel about it."

"You look like you belong in it." Winking, he let them out onto the road and made for the Quarter and the little jazz club he wanted to introduce Kitten to. Aside from Lafitte's it was a favorite and he'd not yet been able to take his lover out.

"I rather feel like I belong in it too," Cillian admitted, settling in as Eric drove, one hand on his lover's arm.

Arriving at the club, Eric climbed out of the car and smiled as the valet helped Kitten out, tossing the keys over with a frown and serious reminder to treat the car well. He offered his arm as Kitten came around the car, ready to escort him in.

Taking Eric's arm, Kitten giggled. "Be nice to them," he warned.

Eric tossed a sheepish smile down at Kitten. "That's my baby...and you are the only thing I love more than her." He winked, though he was half serious. That car had taken months, nearly a year really, to fix and get into condition. It was what distracted him from his parents' deaths.

"Well, that truly does tell me how much you love me," Cillian replied solemnly, knowing how Eric felt about the car.

Blushing, Eric hugged Kitten tighter as they walked into the club. He smiled at the host and requested their table, pleased when he was able to follow his lover through the tables to the one he reserved most often. It was up front, but off to the side - a great view of the little stage and yet secluded enough to not be in the line of sight for most of the place. He held Kitten's chair and leaned down for a kiss before settling himself across from his lover.

Taking his seat, Cillian looked around--taking in the place, the atmosphere. "How have I never been here before?" he mused aloud. He already liked it, it felt homey...it wasn't overly large, though it was hardly a shoebox either. And whoever had decorated had an eye to detail, which Cillian could appreciate.

"It's not been around long...I stumbled here one night after walking through the quarter. They were nice enough to squeeze in a food order before shutting the kitchen down, so I kept coming back." His arm extended across the scape, fingers twining with Kitten's and rubbing over the back of his petal-soft hands with a smile. There are times when Eric thought he was far too rough for his gentile, delicate lover and then he remembered the way Cillian clawed and slammed against him and was glad that his lover was not as delicate as he looked.

"Well it seems to be doing well, so that's encouraging, I can't tell you how many little places I've seen open and close, some really worth their salt but swallowed by the new restaurant curse," Cillian returned, smiling down at their joined hands. "So do you know the owners then? Or not really?"

"Not really...but Worth, the front manager likes to come to the tables and make sure things are as expected...so, I've spoken with him a few times." A casual shrug accompanied Eric's words. He wouldn't presume to think he knew the guys, but he did have some connection, even if it was only a love of their little club. "See anything you like on the menu?"

"I see quite a few things I like on their menu," Cillian admitted. "They have some decent vegetarian dishes here. Then again, I wouldn't have expected anything less since you brought me here."

~~~

Eric leaned back in his seat, groaning slightly as he finished off his meal and took a sip of water. "Good as always." He smiled over at Kitten, the low lights making his lover more ethereal and -if possible- more enticing. "Should be time for some entertainment, I think." A glance at his watch confirmed that and Eric stretched out his legs.

"Live entertainment as well? Probably a bit different than you've gotten used to at Oz," Cillian chuckled, intrigued.

"A bit, I'm sure." He winked at his lover and reached his hand out, palm up, for Kitten to take. "There is nothing as beautiful as you on the stage, but their entertainment here...it's smoky and bluesy and just the best to relax with and let seep into you."

"Mmm that's the best kind of music," Cillian agreed, smiling a bit wistfully. This was just the kind of place he'd imagined singing in, if he were to leave Oz.

"Ah, there's Worth now...the front manager." Eric nodded his head to the striking man who stepped onto the stage not far from them. "Music must be starting soon."

Cillian turned his full attention to the handsome man taking the stage. He seemed a bit unsure of himself, but it actually came across as charming.

"Good evening," Wentworth greeted the crowd. "I'd like to thank everyone for coming out tonight. This is the portion of the evening where we want to hear from you. So, if anyone is feeling brave, the mic is open."

Open mic? Eric got a bit of an evil grin on his face as he turned back to Kitten. It was on the tip of his tongue to suggest his lover get up and wow the crowd, but he stopped himself. It had to be his lover's idea...not one that Eric pushed on him.

Cillian glanced over at Eric, could already see the calculating look in his eyes. Open mic, that definitely was an interesting turn...though he could tell that Eric most likely hadn't planed that little detail. Ordering another drink, he sat back to see who would go up.

Watching Kitten sit back, Eric held his counsel and decided to not say a word. He smiled at his lover and tugged one of his lover's ankles between his own as he watched the first person take the stage. The lady was actually very lovely, playing a tenor sax with a sweet, haunting sound that settled in his gut.

Cillian smiled as Eric tugged at his ankle, shifting in his seat as he enjoyed the music that was being played and sipped his wine. Finally, when there was a bit of a lull, he found the nerve. Yes, he may perform every night at a club, singing--but this wasn't a drag club, everyone was expected to take whoever sang here seriously.

Taking another sip of his wine, Cillian sat a bit straighter in his seat. "I think I might give it a go..." he stated, placing his napkin on the table.

A small grin and Eric was nodding and pulling his feet back. "I think that would be a great idea. I'd love to see you up there." He nodded at the tiny stage, knowing how good a job Kitten would do up on stage.

"Do you think they'll have a problem with a man dressed as a woman singing up there?" Cillian questioned with a raised eyebrow, more nervous about that than he cared to admit. If he were honest, it was one of the reasons he hadn't really pursued his desire yet.

"Not at all, Kitten." Smiling softly, Eric reached out to stroke his fingers gently over Cillian's hand. "I think that once you get on the stage, no one's even going to notice. You are going to stun and amaze them...every last one." He lifted his lover's delicate hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back even as he squeezed it gently in support.

Blushing, Cillian dipped his head and nodded. Rising, he placed his purse on the table and moved to kiss Eric's forehead before heading to the stage. There was a man that played the piano and Cillian spoke with him for a moment.

Watching his lover head toward the stage, Eric's heart swelled with love and pride. He turned to glance around the room, taking in people's expressions as they watched, a small smile playing over his lips when he thought of the wonderful surprise they were in for.

After a brief conversation, Cillian ascertained that the piano player could play the song he was wanting to sing; not that Cillian couldn't have done it with no accompaniment. Moving to the mic, he smiled almost shyly. "Hello," he greeted those present and with a glance to the piano, waited for the first strains of music to start before he began to sing.

Them thats got shall get
Them thats not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own

The words flowed over Eric, his body leaning forward in his seat as his eyes devoured his lover. Kitten was a natural on stage, the presence he possessed captivating everyone who watched him. Eric smiled at his lover as he listened to the sweet voice.

Wentworth had been watching as the pretty young woman took the stage, and became doubly interested when he heard the beautiful, soulful voice that followed. Blinking, he moved to the question. "Am!" he called. "You got a second to come out here?" He kept an eye on the young woman on stage.

Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own

Amaury heard Worth calling to him and swore gently under his breath. A few dashes here and splash of something there and he steeped back, a few short orders barked out to the staff and Amaury was heading toward Worth. His lover never called him unless he needed him. As he approached, he could hear the gorgeous voice singing and he blinked a bit, moving up behind Worth and resting his hand on a hip. "Beautiful. You called?"

"Yeah," Wentworth said almost absently. "Listen to her..." The gears were already turning in his head. He hated open mic night, it was pretty popular--but Wentworth hated the uncertainty of it. If he could convince the young woman to sing--she not only had an amazing voice, she was beautiful too.

Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're gone, spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own

Amaury's head tilted as he watched the singer. Her? The singer looked enough like a woman, but there was something niggling at his mind on it...she looked almost familiar, but he couldn't place it. A hint of something stronger, more masculine than the overall appearance would belie. "Amazing alright. The crowd is just sunk into the song." He nodded toward the audience, a look they'd not seen in awhile on the patron's faces. "You're thinking about offering her a job, aren't you?" Amaury couldn't help but tease his lover, knowing the workings of his brain so well.

"Maybe..." Wentworth said noncommittally. "That okay with you if I am?"

"Perfectly fine with me, but you know I don't get into this stuff." He leaned over and brushed his nose against Worth's ear. "Anything you want to do for performers is your choice." Grinning, Amaury pulled back, squeezed Worth's hip and whistled his way back to the kitchen, knowing just what he'd done to Worth.

"Bastard..." Wentworth grumbled.

The song seemed to be almost a direct correlation to Kitten and his relationship...or at least the child thats got his own was most certainly Cillian. Eric smiled sadly, knowing that the battle over taking care of Kitten would be a long one. And, he could and did respect Kitten's need for independence, but his love was forever and Kitten just needed to realize that.

Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own
He just worry 'bout nothin'
Cause hes got his own.

As the song came to an end, Eric led the clapping, sitting upright and beaming at his lover. All he wanted was to sweep Kitten into his arms, hold him, kiss him and make him know just how amazing he was.

Cillian blushed as Eric headed his one man fan club...but it seemed most there had enjoyed the performance. He gave a quiet, throaty thank you and moved to return to his table and his lover.

Standing, Eric towered over Kitten, grinning broadly as his lover approached. He reached out to cup Kitten's face in his hands, brushing a soft kiss over full, inviting lips. "Stunning, love...you were absolutely wonderful up there."

"Oh hush," Cillian demurred, smiling up at Eric and finally taking his seat again and reaching for his glass of wine.

Wentworth gave the couple a few moments of privacy before heading over--this was the part he hated about his job, but he was eager to see if he could convince the young woman if she'd sing for them. "Good evening," he said as he reached the table.

Eric sat down across from Kitten and just smiled at his lover, looking over at Worth as he approached. "Good evening, Worth. May I introduce Kitten?" His smile turned on the other man as he gestured to his lover.

Kitten Wentworth thought to himself, what a name. He smiled charmingly at the young woman though as she rose, extending her hand.

"A pleasure," Cillian stated. "You have a lovely place...I'm so glad Eric brought me here."

Eric just watched the exchange, smiling at Kitten and Worth as they exchanged their hellos. He was so proud of his lover and was sure Worth had been impressed by Cillian's performance.

Wentworth smiled. "I won't intrude upon your time too much with business--but your performance was amazing, I had hoped to speak to you about it?"

Cillian glanced at Eric.

He just smiled at Cillian and nodded. "Go right ahead. Have a seat with us Worth, I don't mind at all."

"Yes, please," Cillian confirmed, taking his seat as well once again.

After a moment, Wentworth took the offered seat. "I suppose I should just cut right to the chase," he stated, smiling a touch self-consciously. "Would you be interested in a job?"

"A job?" Cillian repeated, blinking.

A job. Eric blinked as well, grinning at both Kitten and Worth. This could have been a way for him to get Kitten to move in. The bar has to pay more, or at least require fewer hours or shows for the same money.

"Yes, a job," Wentworth said. "We've been needing another performer and the patrons obviously loved you."

Eric looked over at kitten. He was staying out of this discussion lest his obvious preferences sway his lover into something he didn't want. Instead, Eric sat back and watched.

"Well," Cillian said considering, glancing at Eric again. This was exactly the kind of place he'd been wanting to work at. Something quieter, more intimate and that didn't rely on being over the top or gaudy to get people in. It was just nice, old fashioned jazzy blues if that's what he wanted. Still, he already had so little free time and he doubted this place could pay him what he needed to maintain his bills and he wasn't sure he could work Oz and here and not just lose his mind.

And there was also the matter of... "First things, before this discussion goes any further," Cillian said quietly. "You realize I'm a bloke right?" He didn't want there to be any question, or deal with what would happen when the owner found out that he hadn't hired a bird, and thought he'd been duped.

Wentworth blinked, having not been expecting that in the least. It didn't really bother him, he was just a little shocked. Most drag queens...well...they looked like drag queens. Kitten (explained the name anyway) looked like a woman. "Well," Wentworth finally stated, finding his voice. "That's good to know, but it doesn't change the offer." If he didn't care, he'd damn well lay money that Amaury wouldn't, and that was the only true opinion he was concerned about. Besides, this was New Orleans...things were expected to be strange here.

Cillian smiled a bit, part of him having hoped the man would take issue, it would make his decision easier. "Alright then," he said, considering. "What kind of job, exactly? I know you want me to sing, but when? How often?"

"I'd like to have you at least two nights a week to start--but if you always sound like you did tonight, I'm fairly certain we could increase that if you wanted to..."

Eric smiled, reached out to take Kitten's hand in his, offering a bit of silent support as he twined their fingers together. "Any particular nights, Worth?" That might be an added incentive for his lover and, quite honestly, it was of interest to him as well.

"Well, nights like tonight--open mic is sort of the result of needing another performer," Wentworth admitted.

Cillian tapped his chin with one sharp nail for a moment. "May I have some time to think about it?" he requested. "Perhaps I could come speak to you some time? I currently work quite a full schedule at Oz...but I'd be lying if I said this did not interest me."

He just watched Kitten, could see the wheels turning and the thoughts processing as his lover contemplated the idea. With a smile, Eric rubbed his thumb over the back of Kitten's hand and waited for Worth's answer.

"Of course," Wentworth smiled. "I'll give you my card. You can give me a call and we can set up an appointment."

"I'll make sure he calls, Worth." Eric winked at Kitten, knowing his lover wouldn't forget to call. "I have to say that would get me in here a lot more." It was a gentle tease, but also the truth. This place was more comfortable for Eric to sit in and watch his lover.

Wentworth chuckled at that, offering Kitten his card.

"Thank you," Cillian said. "I will call, one way or the other."

Eric settled back, releasing Kitten's hand so that he could accept the card and thinking, already, of ways to help Kitten get this.

A few more moments of small talk and then Wentworth moved off, to let the couple return to their evening.

Cillian watched the man leave and then turned back to Eric.

"So, what do you think?" Eric grinned, taking Kitten's hand back again and pressing a soft kiss to the inside of Kitten's wrist.

"I don't know," Cillian responded, chewing on his lip for a moment. "I'm already so busy..."

"Maybe you can shift some things around...cut back at Oz to be able to be here a couple of nights." He could feel the want vibrating off Kitten.

"At the least, it is something to think on...something to seriously consider." There were so many things Eric wanted to add, but Kitten had already proved reluctant to move in with him and lose his independence. He despaired that this would actually help him with that goal, but Kitten's happiness was what mattered.

"There's no way this place will pay what Oz does," Cillian pointed out, though he knew how Eric felt about the matter of money.

"Well, you don't know that...Worth didn't mention money." Eric bit his lip and then raised an eyebrow. "Besides, we've talked about this...and you know I would rather have you working here for less money and know you weren't working yourself ragged."

"The money has to come from somewhere," Cillian stated primly.

"Never mind." Eric refused to discuss this here, over dinner. "Let's just relax and watch the rest of the performers." He signaled the waiter for another round of drinks and smiled at Kitten before glancing back at the stage.

Cillian knew this was a point of contention between them, so he simply nodded at Eric's request.

Eric Bana picks up Cillian Murphy from Oz. French Quarter & Garden District. PG-13

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 16:01:28 GMT

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French Quarter, then Garden District, Rated PG-13.
3 April 2007, will be crossposted

Cillian hummed to himself as he changed out of his dress for the night and into a pair of slacks and a nice little blouse. He touched up his lip gloss and petted at his hair to make sure it was in place before heading outside to wait on Eric, wanting to enjoy the night air. They were going out for dinner tonight and Cillian had gotten finished up earlier than planned, but not early enough to necessarily call Eric and have him come earlier.

A group of guys stumbled down the block, laughing and drinking as they wandered the Quarter looking for entertainment. Jack's wedding was tomorrow and the boys were looking for some harmless fun. Unbeknownst to them, they had wandered down a street that was not at all what they were looking for. Steve glanced up and spotted a blonde woman standing on the sidewalk and he nudged his buddies. "Hey guys, looks like our luck is changing!"

Cillian was very aware of the men even before they turned the corner. He wasn't foolish, he was always aware of his surroundings when out at night alone. He hoped they would just stagger on past him on to wherever their destination was--as he had a feeling it was not Oz.

"Hey beautiful!" Steve sauntered up, checking back with his buddies every few moments to make sure they were watching and coming along. "You looking to party tonight? We're looking for someone as beautiful as you to party with, sugar." He moved closer, almost crowding into her space as he grew bolder.

"No thanks sweetheart," Cillian said, making no move yet. "I've already got plans."

"There's no such thing as already have plans when you're standing alone on the streets of New Orleans, beautiful." Steve crowded in closer, just as Mark slid up along the other side. Jack was hanging back a bit, not really wanting to get into something that's going to come back to him, but also drunk enough to want to party.

Mark grinned and moved close enough to push Kitten toward Steve. "Looks like she might need a little convincing, man."

When the man actually touched him, Cillian jerked away. "That's enough, I'm not interested," he stated, clutching his purse as he tried to take a step away from the building.

Steve held his ground and didn't let her move away from them. "We can't have that. See him, over there. He's getting married in a bit and we need to have some fun tonight. Show him a good time. You can do that can't you?" His voice lowered, not exactly threatening, but certainly not playful any longer.

Getting a little frightened, Cillian refuses to show that fear though, hand already slipping discreetly into his purse. "I'm afraid I can't, you're looking for a working girl and I don't do that kind of work I'm afraid. So why don't you remember some of your manners and let me go, darling."

"See, I think you could be enticed to do that work...I think that if you are waiting here on the streets, that is exactly what you are waiting for." Steve growled out the words crowding in on Kitten just a bit more, nodding at Mark to close in as well.

Mark spoke up as well. "We have plenty of money on us and will make it worth your while."

Eric pulled up outside the club and didn't see Kitten. He was a bit surprised, as he was later than anticipated and when he'd called, the owner had said Kitten was finished early. Climbing out of the car, he scanned the street and saw the clump of people in the shadows near the club. His blood chilled as he heard the polite words and the equally crass response.

"You certainly do know how to sweet talk a lady," Cillian responded dryly. "I'm waiting for my boyfriend because I've just gotten off work from the nice large building behind us, certainly you can't miss it? Now, a little lesson on personal space: you're in mine, please back up. It quit being charming the moment I smelled your alcohol breath." He knew that ...taunting three drunk assholes was probably a poor decision, but Cillian got bitchy in the face of fear sometimes.

Drawing himself up, Eric halted the words on his tongue as he listened to Kitten defending himself. He was proud of his lover, though still wary of the men crowding around him.

Steve snarled at Kitten. "Bitch." He barely glanced at the building, certainly not taking in what it actually was. "If you worked in there, then you can work out here for us." Reaching out, Steve's hand went to clamp tight around Kitten's arm, intent on dragging him along down the street.

Before the hand can make contact, Eric was grabbing the offending hand and yanking the man back. "Don't you even think about touching him." The low words shot out over the trip of men, thunder in Eric's expression. "That is my boyfriend you are about to accost and he's told you more than once to leave him alone."

Blinking as Eric was suddenly there, Cillian felt relief flood through him and then annoyance at having to be rescued--though he's still unwilling to admit he actually needed it, he'd had his pepper spray after all.

"Boyfriend?" Steve snapped, swinging around to face the tree trunk of a man, alcohol the only thing keeping his common sense from kicking in. He turned to look at Cillian. "You're a dude?"

Jack came closer then. "Come on guys, let's just get out of here."

"You're a fucking guy?" Mark growled, ignoring his friend, making to snatch at Cillian.

Eric's other hand shot out, grabbing Mark hard by the shoulder as he growled again, "I would think twice before you do that. You will regret touching him, I can assure you."

Mark jerked out of Eric's grasp when he was grabbed, but Jack was there, pulling him off. "Come on," he stated. "I do not want to get arrested the night before my wedding. Christ..."

Nodding at the man attempting to corral his friend, Eric stepped back enough to not loom and then tugged Steve further away from Kitten. "Get out of here before you cause any more trouble. Kitten," he addressed his lover without taking his gaze off the men. "The car's open. Go sit inside, please."

Bristling a bit as he's ordered inside the car, Cillian started to protest, but decided he just wanted this situation over and moved to get into the car, jaw tight.

Finally, the three drunks moved off, not without Mark and Steve calling back angrily and Jack casting apologetic looks at the large man.

He waited until the men all turned the corner again, the threat long past before Eric huffed out a breath and rounded back to the driver seat of his car. Climbing in, he pulled away from the curb and headed toward home. "Are you alright, Kitten?"

"I'm fine," Cillian said, voice a bit clipped--even if logically he knew it wasn't fair.

"Good...you're a mite angry too, I gather." Eric knew it, could tell by the tone of voice and the set of his lover's shoulders. He'd thought he could avoid this by adding please to his request earlier, but apparently he was not having any such luck.

Cillian doesn't respond to that, at least not at the moment.

"Well, that's too bad. I know you can handle yourself and I'm sure that you had a plan. But, those guys were getting unruly and things would've gotten especially ugly if they'd found out you were a guy by groping at you." The thought caused Eric's hands to shake on the wheel. He could not handle even the thought of someone else touching Kitten...not in any way at all.

Cillian knew that Eric was right, he knew that gay bashing was not a thing of the past, but he still wasn't ready to admit that he had needed the help; that he couldn't take care of himself.

Grinding his teeth, Eric kept his eyes on the road, fingers clenched tight. The worry for Kitten was still crowding his mind with horrid images.

When it became obvious they were going to Eric's, Cillian almost demanded that his lover take him home but then he realized he didn't actually want him to.

He pulled into the driveway, stopping the car and letting out a harsh breath before Eric climbed out of the car and came around to open Kitten's door. His lover was obviously still fuming and Eric was working his way into his own lather, driven by fear and resignation.

Getting out with a rather clipped thank you, Cillian moved inside of the house--putting his purse down and kicking off his high heels, removing his jewelry in a skilled mixture of grace and anger. The next step was to pour a very strong drink.

Eric let Kitten be, watched his sharp movements for a bit before hanging his jacket up and slamming out the door to his garage. Nowhere else can he work off his own emotions as he can in the garage. Thankful for the space and distance from his neighbors, Eric got to pounding some dents out, reveling in the sound and the violence of the actions.

Cillian sighed, but didn't follow. He moved up to Eric's bedroom and stripped out of his clothing, deciding on a hot shower to try and relieve some of the tension in his body.

Thirty minutes turned to forty and then to ninety before Eric had worked his mad out of his muscles. A final swing of the rubber hammer and he was done, tucking things away for the night and ready to head back inside. He had no idea where Kitten stood with him, but was too tired and wrung out to care at the moment. Letting himself in to the house, he grabbed a bottle of water, finishing it off before grabbing a second one and heading upstairs to their room.

Seated in front of the vanity, Cillian was brushing his hair when Eric came in, looking at his lover's reflection in the mirror.

"Kitten." He left it at that and continued on to the bathroom to run a hot shower and climb under the punishing hot spray. It did exactly what he hoped, worked the the rest of the anger and heat out of him. With a sigh, Eric climbed out, dried himself off and made his way back into the bedroom with a towel slung around his waist.

"I can take care of myself," Cillian stated quietly as Eric came back into the bedroom, still watching him through the mirror, though he's laid the brush down.

"I'm sure you can." Eric was not going to rise to the bait, so he kept his answers as non-committal as possible, dragging the towel through his hair to dry it off. "But you don't have to any more."

"Yes I do!" Cillian exclaimed, turning around fully. "Because in the end I'm the only one that will!"

"No you don't! And, that is not true, Kitten. Not any longer." Eric roared his response, the towel flung at the ground as he spun on his heel to face his lover.

Jumping as Eric roared at him, his gaze was still fierce. "It's always going to be true!" he yelled right back. "What happens when you get tired of this!? Where do I go then? How do I support myself! I only know how to do this one thing well...and it's a gimmick! I'm a guy in a dress!"

That stung and Eric deflated a bit. "Do you honestly believe that, Kitten? Do you really think that I am going to get tired and toss you aside?"

Hugging himself, Cillian turned away...the rational part of his brain didn't think that and the irrational part that did...well, that was the part Cillian tried to deny even existed.

"I see." Eric sighed, picked up the towel, grabbed his pajama bottoms and tee shirt and stormed back into the bathroom to finish drying and get dressed. Finally, he made his way back into the bedroom and sat on the edge of his side of the bed. "You can love me, can want me forever...but I'm not entitled to that. I can't just be happy to have found the one person who makes me the happiest I've ever been, the one man who makes me want to see him every morning, noon and night for the rest of my life. I'm sorry you can think so poorly of yourself."

When Eric left the bedroom, Cillian moved over to the window, not bothering to wipe at the tears that slipped out. Eric's words washed over him and he wasn't sure what to say to it. "I'm scared," he finally admitted.

Eric's head dropped into his hands and he sighed again - a great, heaving sigh. "I've never been so scared in my life, Cillian. Tonight...the thought of something happening to you, of losing you, it shreds me." His voice caught at the last words and he scraped a big rough hand over his face.

"My own family didn't even want me around, and they're the ones that are supposed to always want you around..." Cillian finally murmured, voice very quiet...admitting to something he'd been telling everyone, including himself, that he was over for years.

Falling back on the bed, Eric rolled and wrangled himself into his spot, eyes glued to the ceiling. "What they did sucks, Cillian. It was cruel and harmful, and you are right...the ones who should have loved you the most, don't. But, I'm not them. I love you. I want you. I need you." He tucked his hands behind his head and gripped the fingers together before turning to glance at the rigid lines of his lover's body. "Losing you would kill me." All Eric could be was honest.

"You think losing you would kill me any less?" Cillian replied, voice quiet.

"No. I don't. But, you are the one who doesn't believe in us." Eric sighed, pushing himself into a seated position. "You're the one keeping us at arms length. I want you here...in my house, in my life...forever and starting months ago."

"I believe in us," Cillian protested, finally turning around.

Reaching his hand out, Eric offered himself up to Cillian. "Then come here...let's start being an us. I know we've talked about it before, but I want you to move in here. I want you to work less, to let me provide for you and for you to take care of me as only you can."

Cillian's hand twitched, ached to take Eric's, to give into all that...to just let go and trust, trust fully--which meant trusting himself as well, trusting that he was what Eric wanted and would continue to want; trust that letting go like that and moving in and doing what he wanted to do anyway would be okay. "I can take care of myself," he insisted.

"I know you can...but you don't have to." Eric smiled softly, his hand reaching out a bit further. "Please, Kitten, move in with me, build a life with me. We can make this work for us...use our strengths to make each other stronger."

Finally, Cillian took Eric's hand and sat down, though he didn't say yay or nay ...at least not in words.

Eric closed his monster paw around Kitten's more delicate hand and breathed out a soft sigh. There was still no answer, but his lover had met him halfway. "Please, Cillian. Be here all the time, bring your spirit and lightness to this place, to me. Let me be your foundation."

The silence spun out for a few long moments as Cillian warred with himself--warred with pride and past hurts and what he wanted so badly. Finally, he gave a little nod--frightened to death of the choice he was making. "Alright."

A soft sigh breathed out and Eric dragged Kitten into the security of his arms. "I promise that I will not let you down, love. You are my world and you always will be." His arms tightened slightly around his lover and Eric buried his nose in Kitten's hair.

Curling against his lover, Cillian knew he had to have faith that Eric could keep that promise, in the end that's all either of them had was faith in one another. "So what happens now?" he asked.

"Now we go to sleep." Eric chuckled softly, relieved Kitten was going to have faith in them. "Tomorrow, we'll look at the terms of your lease, see what options we have for timing everything and go from there." He stroked Kitten's back slowly, gently, holding him close and pressing soft kisses to his head.

"And Oz...?" It was terrifying--talk of giving up his apartment, even though he spent a good deal of time over at Eric's anyway.

"That's up to you, Kitten." He took a breath, deep and steadying. "You know I would rather not have you working yourself to exhaustion, night after night for hours on end, but ultimately...it is your choice, love." Eric stroked his back again, pulling back enough so his lover could see his sincerity.

"And if I can't yet...will you be mad?" Cillian asked quietly.

"No...never." Eric kissed Kitten's forehead and looked into his eyes. "I love you and want you to be happy, comfortable. If you need or want to keep working at Oz...you should."

Nodding a bit, Cillian took some comfort in the words, pressing closer to Eric.

"I love you, Cillian. More than I can tell you." Eric closed his arms around his lover again, holding tight.

"I love you too," Cillian murmured.

Eric pulled back with a soft kiss. "Let's get some sleep. I want to hold you close." He was still trembling from the sight of Kitten being cornered by those men.

Cillian was silent for a few moments before he murmured: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, love. But, what for?" Eric's arms tightened slightly, hoping Kitten felt as safe as he did right now.

"For being there tonight..."

"You're welcome, love. I'm just glad I was." Eric closed his eyes and breathed out, burying his head in Cillian's throat.

So am I... even if Cillian was reluctant to admit that maybe--sometimes--he couldn't take care of himself alone.

Eric Bana and Cillian Murphy. Garden District. Rated PG.

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 15:34:06 GMT

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Enjoying a break together. Eric's home; Garden District. Rated PG.
12 March 2007

The warm, humid air of a Louisiana afternoon blew gently over Eric's sleeping form. He was sprawled in the hammock on his back porch, away from the street, the noise and surrounded by his beautiful gardens. It wasn't often that he relaxed long enough to fall asleep in the hammock, but since Kitten entered his life, Eric had been more inclined to stop and enjoy life. Eric rolled slightly, getting more comfortable as he slept blissfully on.

Cillian watched Eric for a bit, asleep in the hammock--so peaceful and totally relaxed, not a care in the world. He wondered if he looked like that when he slept, or if his brow still creased with the stress that he had been feeling lately. With Eric it felt less though, so maybe he did look like that if Eric were actually around to watch.

After the conversation they had had about Eric 'helping' him with his bills, Cillian hadn't been sure about talking to Eric regarding his thoughts of leaving Oz...but after talking to Mia, the more he dwelt upon it, the more he knew he had to talk to him. He owed it to Eric--how could they ever go anywhere if Cillian held back?

Finally, he moved out to the hammock and tried to carefully get into it with his lover without dumping them both on the ground.

The gentle swaying turned a bit harder and Eric's eyes cracked open, one hand instinctively reaching out to keep them a bit steady as his lover climbed in. "Hey," he croaked in a deep, sleep-worn voice. Eric hummed softly as Kitten settled into his side, one hand dragging slowly over the slender frame as he turned his head and nuzzled at Kitten's hair. "My beautiful Kitten."

"Didn't mean to wake you," Cillian said softly as he get comfortable, one arm snaking around Eric's waist and pressing a kiss to his chest.

"It's fine, darlin'." Eric curved his arm around Kitten, tucking him in securely while releasing his hand from the railing to send them swaying lightly. "How's my beautiful boy today? Getting ready to head to work tonight?" As much as Eric would prefer Kitten slow down, he knew it was ultimately his lover's choice and that was off the table of discussion for now.

"Yeah, soon," Cillian responded, letting a few quiet moments hang between them. "I was hoping we could talk first?"

Eric's mind had wandered a bit in the silence, completely comfortable with it. Turning his head, he looked down at Kitten. "Of course, love. Anytime you like." He tilted his lover's face up and dropped a kiss to Kitten's forehead.

Smiling softly as Eric kissed his forehead, Cillian tried to gather his thoughts a bit. "It's about Oz..."

"What about Oz?" Eric's voice was soft, hesitant and he hoped, non-judgmental.

The young man huffed out a breath and sighed. "I've been ...unhappy for a while," he admitted. "I don't...enjoy it like I used to; I used to be like Ioan, two shows a night and I'd finish up still energized and loving every moment, now..."

It hurt Eric to hear his lover so unhappy and confused. He tugged Kitten in closer, a broad hand sweeping soothingly over his lover's back. "And now?" he prompted.

"I still feel like that," Cillian responded at length. "I'm just not sure what the solution is. I've been thinking about finding a little place where I could sing a few nights a week--just with a piano or something, nothing huge and flashy like Oz--but that won't pay the bills, and I guess that's why I've been hesitant to talk to you because I know what your solution would be."

"My solution would be to help you in any way that you like. If you want to move in here with me, I'd be more than happy to have you." Eric tilted Kitten's face up, gazing earnestly in his eyes. "If you want instead, I will help you maintain your own apartment. All I want is for you to be happy, love."

"That's the problem," Cillian said, a touch miserable, looking away. "The solution you offer is relying on you to take care of things because I can't take care of myself because I have no other skills than what I do at Oz. If I leave, I can't take care of myself, so how can I leave?"

"Can you look at it a bit differently maybe? Not, that you can't take care of yourself, but that we take care of each other. I can afford to foot the bills, to pay the gas and electricity, but without you here, the laundry doesn't get done, the food molds in the fridge and the rooms don't get dusted or vacuumed." He stroked Kitten's hair, twining a finger in the loose locks at the nape of his neck, not wanting to push, but wanting to open his eyes to a different viewpoint.

"Except if something happens, you're not the one facing eviction and wondering how you'll pay your bills," Cillian responded softly.

Eric nodded, pained at the idea, but fully understanding Kitten's concern. "How about we consider something else, then...or something a bit different really." He drew a deep breath, hoping Kitten might consider the idea. "We'll set an account up for you. You can contribute what we decide is a reasonable amount to the household expenses and then any additional money left from your wages is yours to spend or put in the account to save in case you need it. If something happens, that money is yours in order to allow you the freedom to start over with money to cover your bills."

It was certainly reasonable enough, but reasonable had never really come into the feeling Cillian had regarding his independence. "I don't know," he finally stated, knowing he needed to say something. "I'm afraid..." he finally said, voice nearly a whisper.

Nodding again, Eric whispered into Kitten's hair. "I know, love. It's a huge step, a big leap of faith, but if you jump across that valley, I promise to catch you and hold you safe." And really, he completely understood where his lover was coming from, but Eric knew without a doubt he'd do whatever it took to make his lover happy and keep him safe.

"What happens if I can't make that leap, at least not yet?" Cillian asked softly.

"Nothing...nothing happens until or unless you are ready and want it to. I love you and your comfort and happiness are paramount." Eric tucked his lover in closer, if possible and kissed his forehead softly.

"At some point though, you're going to start to resent it, to wonder..."

"Never." And Eric was certain of that. "If there's one thing I learned by my parent's death...their murders, is that life is too short. I love you, Kitten. You are kind and good hearted and everything I am or have belongs to you whether you choose to accept it or not." He couldn't say it any plainer and he would wait until the end of time itself for Kitten to understand it.

Tears filled Cillian's eyes when Eric said that and he looked up at the man, never having felt more loved in his life. "Thank you," he responded softly.

"You're welcome." Eric's voice was a bit rough, emotion and love choking him just the tiniest bit. "I love you, my beautiful Kitten."

Eric Bana finds Cillian Murphy cleaning. Eric's House. Garden District. Rated NC-17

Sat, 03 Mar 2007 18:15:54 GMT

Eric Bana mechanicbana finds Cillian Murphy prettycillian cleaning
Eric's House, Garden District. Rated: NC-17.
3 March 2007, will be crossposted

Eric stood up from the bike he'd been working on with a groan. All afternoon he'd fought with the thing, tinkering here and there and while he'd made some progress it certainly was not the progress he'd expected. With a muffled curse, he wiped his grimy hands on the rag at his side and grabbed a water from his mini-fridge. Draining it in one go, he threw the bottle in the recycling and groaned at the thought of having to go inside to clean up, cook and otherwise continue to be responsible. But, there was no help for it, so he put the tools away, closed up shop and headed into the kitchen.

Stopping for another bottle of water, he drained that one and tossed into the other set of recycling bins with a small smile. The house smelled good, lemony and he grinned to himself. It was obvious that Kitten must have stopped by at some point, though he was a pit piqued that his lover hadn't interrupted him to say hello. As he made his way through the house, Eric could see the subtle changes a light cleaning makes and he just shook his head at the way Kitten loved to take care of him. As he passed the parlor, a movement caught his eye. Eric stopped and turned to look, mouth dropping open as he took in the sight of his Kitten. Gaping, he just stared.

Cillian had been cleaning for a little while and if Eric hadn't come in soon, he would have found some way to draw his attention to the house, but now that wasn't necessary. He could feel the eyes on him and he smirked a bit, making it a point to bend over and retrieve something from the floor, rising slowly as he continued dusting.

This wasn't a regular day of cleaning though, oh no. Today Cillian was cleaning Eric's housed dressed as a very naughty french maid--complete with stockings and garters, just visible under the very shorty skirt of the black and white uniform, and black stilettos. The blond hair of his wig had been piled on top of his head, and he continued to dust with the old fashioned feather duster--feathers and a sturdy, thick wooden handle. Never mind that he had some...ideas of what Eric could find to do with the duster.

Wiggling his arse a bit, he continued to move around the room, pretending he didn't know Eric was there yet. Bending over again, his black silk panties were once again visible under the short skirt.

Eric gripped the door frame as he felt himself get suddenly, incredibly hard at the sight of his lover. The skirt, the stocking, the panties all making him ache. Groaning low, he pushed himself away from the door and moved into the room. "Kitten?" he growled as he stalked toward his lover, closing in on but not touching him just yet.

Cillian squeaked, jumping and turning around to stare wide eyed at Eric in mock horror. "Oh! I'm sorry Sir!" he exclaimed. "I had hoped to be finished before you came home!" He lowered his lashes demurely. "I know how you like the help to stay out of sight..."

Ah, so that's how this is going to go... With a bare nod, Eric shook out his shoulders and squared them back. "Very true, Kitten. So, tell me then how it is that you are still here cleaning?" He took an exaggerated look at his watch and then turned his gaze back up with an eyebrow raised. "I am even a full half hour later than usual."

Thrilled that Eric took the bait without question, transitioning smoothly into the role, he ducked his head demurely. "There was a lot to do, Sir and I wanted to be...thorough..." He gripped the handle of the duster tightly.

"Thorough is a good thing, but not paying attention to your other responsibilities is not good, Kitten." He tilted his head to the side and contemplated the beautiful young thing in front of him. "How much more is there to be done?" Eric's face was inscrutable as he gauged just what he could do to the other man.

"Just a bit of...dusting, Sir," Cillian assured the man, brandishing the duster just a touch. "I was nearly finished." He paused. "And of course you're right Mr. Bana, I should give all areas their due...attention."

"Well, then...continue with the dusting. Then, since you were so eager to be here, you can stay and attend to me." Striding into the room, he dropped onto the couch and thanked fate that he'd been smart enough to get easily cleaned fabrics as the grime and dirt all over him was going to leave it's mark. Eric kicked his legs upon the table in front of him and leaned back with his eyes slit closed as he waited for Kitten to continue his duties.

Cillian shivered a bit at the tone of Eric's voice and in anticipation of what would come. "Yes Sir," he said, curtsying a bit before turning back to continue with the dusting, making sure to bend and give Eric quite a show as he did.

Nodding at Kitten's acquiescence, Eric settled back in the couch, spread his legs open and began to stroke his cock through his jeans. The hardness of his own flesh had him groaning. Kitten's antics were not lost on him and Eric was getting all kinds of ideas for how to torment his lover.

Finally, having drawn out the act long enough--and finished up the dusting that did actually need doing--Cillian moved to stand before Eric, head still down and hands clasped behind him, still holding the duster. "All finished," he stated, mouth watering at the sight of Eric touching himself through his trousers. "What would you like me to do now, Sir?" Cillian licked lips painted a deep red.

"Turn around and lift your skirt. I want to see that you have kept to your uniform requirements, Kitten." Eric grinned, knowing that no matter what he can guarantee that his lover hadn't. After all, he was making the rules up as he went along. "You know what happens, if you haven't, don't you Kitten?"

Placing the duster on the coffee table with careful, deliberate movements, Cillian turned his back to Eric, legs spread wide as he bent forward just the tiniest bit as he lifted his skirt, revealing his arse covered with the black silk lace panties. "I may...need to be reminded, Sir."

"I think you might." Leaning forward and reaching out with his finger, Eric dragged his hand down the crease he can see in the shadows of the lace. The finger slid easily down and he tsked at what he did not find there. "You seem to have forgotten a key piece of your uniform." Dragging the side of the panties over, his finger pressed against the hole. "Where's your plug, Kitten?" The words are asked, low and slightly menacing.

Cillian bit back the moan, bracing himself as he felt the finger against his hole, shivering. "I...I forgot Sir," he said, voice slightly breathless, wiggling a bit. "I was so...eager to please you with a clean house I forgot...I was bad."

"Hmmmm, you certainly were, though your diligence with the house will not be ignored." Eric knew it was important to temper his punishments with praise. Reaching out, he hooked his finger in Kitten's panties, dragging them down until they stopped half way down his thighs. "Skirt a bit higher, Kitten." He leaned back to stare at the boy's body. "Reach back and open yourself up for me to see. I'm very disappointed to not see that beautiful hole of yours stretched wide around the plug I left for you."

"Yes Sir," Cillian murmured. "I apologise too, you know how I hate to disappoint you..." Hiking the skirt a bit more, he bends over further at the waist, reaching back to spread his cheeks wide. "...but you know no one else could provide you with the same level of...service...that I can."

"No one else ever has, that is certain." The view was gorgeous and Eric found himself a little hard pressed to keep up the pretense. Shaking out his head, he hardened his voice a bit. "You still need a lesson, though." Eric leaned forward and dug through the drawer to find the lube and condoms he'd stashed there, taking the bottle out and dribbling it over Kitten's hole. He grabbed the duster and began to lube it up as well...placing it at Kitten's entrance. "Brace yourself, Kitten, and make sure your skirt stays up."

As soon as he felt the hard, unyielding wood of the duster's handle, Cillian knew what it was and he was glad to see that Eric had decided to utilize it...as he had been hoping. He shifted, moaning, trying to push back against the handle, making sure his skirt was still around his waist. "I'll be good," he purred. "I won't forget again..."

Kittens sounds and movements were intoxicating and Eric pulled the duster back to slick a condom on then he pressed the handle in slowly, so very slowly to watch as his ass stretched open around it. One hand reached out to settle on Kitten's lower back as he pushed and slid the duster in and out over and over. "I know you will be good, you're usually just wonderful, Kitten. Stand up now, make sure you keep that duster tight inside you.

Trembling from the feel of it, how dirty and kinky it was, Cillian shuddered, clenching around the handle. He moaned wantonly as Eric stopped fucking him with it--ready to beg for more. When he was told to stand, he straightened up again, arse clenching hard to keep the handle seated fully inside of him. His skirt fell back down, though the feathered end of the duster was still visible.

Eric reached out and ruffled the feather, knowing it would make the duster move side to side inside Kitten's body. "Turn around again, want your hand on your cock...stroke yourself to hardness for me. I want to see you aching for it." He leaned back on the couch and opened his jeans, tugging his cock out as he stroked himself from root to tip.

Cillian let out a squeak as Eric played with the feathers, the movement of the handle sending delicious sensations firing through his body. He moaned deeply as he turned, the movement causing even more stimulation to his prostate. His eyes darkened when he saw Eric's hand on his cock, his own cock tenting his skirt. There would be no stroking to hardness, he was already there. Hell, he'd been half hard since dressing in this costume.

Hiking the skirt just a touch, he wrapped his fingers around his flesh, moaning as his lashes fanned down and he stroked himself--still watching Eric through hooded eyes, mouth watering.

Laughing softly, Eric nodded at Kitten. "Such an eager slut for me, aren't you?" His smile was pleased, predatory and demanding. Eric leaned forward and looked up at Kitten. "How long can you hold out, Kitten?" Instead of settling back, he turned to stretch out along the couch, one leg on the floor and arching as he stroked his own cock, feeling it twitch.

"Y-yes Sir," Cillian groaned when Eric called him a slut, arse clenching as another hard shudder passed through his body, making him moan wantonly. "Want to ...please Sir.." His fingers tightened on his cock and he didn't know how long he could hold out, especially with the sight Eric presented, but he was going to try. "M-maybe I wanted to get caught so you would have to discipline me...oooh..." Another hard shudder. "So you could show me who was...in charge."

"You wouldn't be so wicked, would you, Kitten?" The question was purred out, seductive and encouraging the other man to confess...which of course would only be used against him. Groaning again, Eric dragged his shirt up and shut his eyes, arching into his fist and stroking himself hard until he came all over his stomach with a low groan. With his arousal in check, he would be able to torment Kitten further. As he opened his eyes, he could see Kitten still stroking over him. "Stop...time to clean me up. If you do a good job, I just might let you come." Or not.

"I'm not wicked at all Sir," Cillian murmured, another moan escaping as he watched Eric come all over himself. "Just want to please you...so you'll continue to have need of my...service." When he was ordered to stop, he let his hand immediately fall from his cock to his side, skirt once again falling down completely. He immediately moved forward, another ragged groan dragged from him as he fought to keep the handle seated, and it rubbed against him in the most evil of ways. Bending low over Eric's prone form, he began to clean him with long licks, moaning at the taste of the man's seed.

One hand reached down to cup the back of Kitten's head as he cleaned Eric's come from his stomach. "Very good, Kitten. Once I'm clean, I want you up and over me so I can watch you stroke yourself again." He arched and writhed under the talented tongue cleaning him up.

Cillian made quick work of the mess Eric had made, finally pulling back and licking his lips, lipstick smeared. "Yes Sir..." he said demurely, moving to straddle Eric on the couch. It was a little awkward with the panties still around his thighs and the garters in place. Then suddenly, he froze, moaning low as his actions caused the feathered end of the duster to meet with Eric's body and push in further into his body. "Oh god..." he groaned, cock twitching at the sensation.

Chuckling low and groaning at the same time, Eric pressed up against Kitten's body. The same motion of pressing the duster into his lover also dragged the soft feathers over his spent cock and the sensation was exquisite. "Now stroke yourself again, Kitten. I want to see you aching for it, want you dripping and so close that you fear falling over the edge." His hands dragged over the silk of Kitten's stockings before his fingers trailed teasingly over the skin just above the top of the lace.

Whimpering softly, Cillian nodded. "Y-yes Sir," he stammered, shifting and lifting the skirt, eyes falling closed and lips parting as he once again started to stroke his cock, letting himself sink into the sensations.

Eric's hands caressed and massaged Kitten from knee to hip, fingers teasing as his lover stroked himself. When Kitten got close, his breathing more ragged and his muscles trembling, Eric grinned. "Alright now, Kitten. Stop stroking. I want you to lean forward and brace your hands over my shoulders. Kiss me like you mean it." Even as he spoke, Eric continued to touch Kitten. He was ready to move on to the next part, but he needed his lover to move first.

With a deep groan, Cillian managed to drop his hand from his cock, shuddering hard as he leaned forward carefully, placing his hands where bid. Bringing their lips together, he kissed Eric hungrily.

The kiss was exactly what Eric wanted. Once Kitten was braced over him, he reached down to loosely curl his hand around his lover's cock. The hot, hard length was throbbing in his hand and he could tell from the involuntary tensing of Kitten's muscles that his touch was pushing his lover to the edge. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he grinned. "I want you to count out ten strokes of the duster fucking you into my hand before you come, Kitten. Ten...and any time after that, you have permission." Going back to kissing his lover hard, Eric reached behind his lover and pulled the duster slowly, inexorably out before pushing it back in fast and hard. He made sure to keep it shallow enough so as not to hurt his lover, but angled it to press against Kitten's prostate on each and every stroke.

Cillian let out a cry as the duster re-entered him hard the first time, body bucking. It took a moment for his brain to engage again as he started to count, voice shaky and chest heaving, hips canting and bucking.

Eric's mind counted down the strokes and when he got to eight, he slowed his thrusting, pulling the handle nearly all the way out before tilting it again and sliding it back in. "One more, Kitten...just one more and I want to see you come for me." Again, Eric moved the handle and then held his breath as he watched his lover come undone.

Letting out a sobbing breath, having so much trouble holding back, Cillian finally gasped out: "Ten!" and it was only a moment later when he was coming almost violently, shuddering and collapsing against Eric.

The duster was pulled swiftly from Kitten's body as his lover started trembling and spurting all over his chest. With a smile, Eric tugged his little lover in close to nip and lick at his lips as he stroked Kitten's back gently, softly.

Groaning as the duster left his body, Cillian shuddered hard, resting against Eric was he was pulled close. "Oh god..."

Chuckling low, Eric's hand caressed over Kitten's body, mapping and just feeling the smaller man in his arms. "Such a beautiful sight, you are." He tugged his lover in close and plundered his mouth again, pressing his newly hard and aching cock against Kitten's hip. "Everything about you makes me harder than Hell."

Moaning, Cillian writhed against Eric--the words inflaming him.

"Time to take you upstairs, my love." Eric sat up, pushing Kitten into a seated position before he stood with his lover in his arms. "Wrap your legs around me, Kitten." Once his lover complied, Eric moved them up the stairs and into the bedroom, placing him down on his back and stroking his hands over the soft skin.

Wrapping around Eric, Cillian giggled and nuzzled against him. When he's laid on the bed, he arched up, pulling up the skirt of his uniform.

"Oh God, Kitten." His lover's body displayed for him made Eric groan. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" Reaching out, Eric caressed Kitten's body, reaching out to stroke him gently and press his legs back and open. "Want you so much."

Cillian giggled softly, breathlessly, at Eric's words, moaning as he was positioned--but more on display for his lover. "Then what are you going to do with me?" he purred. "Have I been punished enough?" he fluttered his lashes, then let them fan down across his cheeks as he lowered his eyes.

"Punished enough? Definitely. Debauched enough...not a chance." With a feral grin, Eric spread Kitten's legs further apart and dragged his hands down his lover's thighs to the join of his hip and then leaned down to nip at the soft skin there. "I could spend days just worshipping your body." Without another word, Eric took Kitten's hot, hard cock down his throat and suckled gently on him, trying to make him desperate for more.

Cillian groaned deeply, hips bucking sharply as the sudden wet heat was around him. He let his head fall back, moaning and writhing a bit--not about to argue with Eric's willingness to continue the exquisite torture.

The sight of Kitten laid out in front of him had Eric groaning around the hard length of his lover. His head bobbed fast and hard with his tongue flicking at the tip of his lover's cock before pulling himself back and off. "So beautiful, Kitten. Love you so much, my gorgeous one." He ran his hands up and over Kitten's stomach.

Mewling softly, Cillian writhed, bucking up and shuddering. "Oh god please," he huffed out a breathless laugh, reaching down to feather his fingers through his lover's hair.

"Please what, Kitten? You want more of my mouth?" Licking his lover's cock, Eric suckled him down again before lifting off once more. "Or, do you want me inside you?" Reaching down, he easily slid two fingers inside Kitten, raking across his prostate to watch his lover shudder under him. "Tell me what you want."

"Yes!" Cillian cried out, body clenching. "Want...need you...inside of me...please."

Pulling back, Eric slicked on a condom and then added a bit more lube before pressing against Kitten's body. "Let me hear you. For every believable begging noise you make, you'll get another inch of me inside you." He chuckled as he waited for Kitten to start begging.

"Christ..." Cillian huffed out. "That's not fair." He tried to shift, to move against Eric and force him inside more deeply. "Please..." he managed, nails scrabbling against his lover's skin, any part he could reach. "You said I'd been punished enough, right?" His lashes swept down. "Sir...please...fuck me hard, make me feel it, remind me of who I belong to."

In Eric's estimation that was good for two, maybe three inches and he pushed slowly forward. His head tipped forward to kiss his lover as he finally stopped his thrust and held Kitten's hips to the bed. "God, love...so hot and tight around me. Come on, love. Give me what I want...just a bit more begging and you'll get a bit more of me." He kissed Kitten again before pulling his mouth away on a harsh groan from his own torture.

Biting at Eric's lip before he could pull away fully, Cillian squirmed, but Eric's strong hands held his hips fast. "Please..." he drew the word out, eyes blinking open to meet Eric's gaze. "Need you...god...so bad."

Two more inches in and Eric groaned from the exquisite tightness engulfing his cock. Dropping his forehead to Kitten's, Eric dropped a soft kiss on his lover's lips, over his cheek and then nuzzled at his ear. "Over half way, baby...come on, Kitten...want, need to hear your sounds." One hand reached down and encircled Kitten's cock, stroking slowly to the tip and back down before it stilled.

Letting his head fall back, Cillian nearly sobbed in frustration, pleas falling from between full lips as nails dragged roughly over Eric's back.

And that was all it took. Kitten's cries and pleas sent a shudder through him as he pressed the last several inches into his lover's welcoming body. "So perfect, my little Kitten." Groaning, Eric pulled back to the tip and then snapped his hips forward to slam home. Over and over, he dragged his cock back out with sheer will before thrusting into Kitten. His hand began a furious pace over Kitten's cock as he urged his lover higher and higher, wanting him to come again before he found his own release.

Letting out a pleasured scream as Eric slammed into his body, Cillian bucked and continued to plead, knowing he wouldn't last long with the way his lover was fisting his cock. "Oh god!" he cried out. "Need...need to come...oh god please..."

"Come for me, then. Let me see you fall apart, Kitten." Eric ramped up his strokes, slamming into kitten's body, hipbones leaving bruises on his lover's tender skin.

With a strained shout, Cillian came hard, pulsing over Eric's hand and between their bodies, his own gripping the man's cock almost painfully as he shuddered through his orgasm.

Kitten's orgasm was all Eric needed to let himself go and flood the condom between them. He hated the damn things, but he loved Kitten and until they were more settled, that discussion would have to wait. "Oh, fuuuuck." The words drawled out as Eric's hips twitched and thrust shallowly into Kitten.

Whimpering, Cillian shuddered beneath Eric, clinging to him now, vulnerable in the state of afterglow, but trusting his lover completely.

His arms caged around Kitten, keeping him close until he had to fall to his side on the bed. Even then, he dragged his lover in close and after dealing with the condom, wrapped himself around the smaller man. "Love you so much," he murmured as he traced the side of Kitten's cheek.

Nuzzling into the touches, Cillian nearly purred with contentment. "Love you too," he said, smile on his face and eyes closed.

Cillian Murphy and Eric Bana. Pouncing. Eric's House. NC-17

Sat, 10 Feb 2007 19:54:22 GMT

Takes place directly following this chat, where Cillian and Mia run into one another at Oz.

Monday, February 5th, 2007.
Cillian Murphy (prettycillian) and Eric Bana (mechanicbana).
Pouncing.
Eric's house; Garden District.
NC-17.

Eric looked at the clock in the living room and frowned. Kitten was late, again, and he was beginning to be worried about his lover. Putting his book down, he levered up and out of his chair, making his way to the front window and glancing down the street. They'd had more than a couple of discussions about Kitten working late and walking...not calling and getting a ride and Eric wasn't sure they wouldn't be having more. This protective and dominant streak of his led him to wanting to protect his lover and keep him close.

The taxi pulled up outside of Eric's house and Cillian leaned forward, paying the driver with a thank you before getting out and heading up the walk to the door. There were still lights on, so he knocked--still having to get used to being able to just let himself into someone's home (Johnny didn't count, since theirs was more of a ...mother/son relationship, as twisted as it might seem).

He'd watched his lover climb out of the taxi, seen him walk up the walkway and shook his head at the knock. Sauntering to the door, he pulled it open and leaned on the frame. "Lose your key again?" With a wink, he reached out and pulled Kitten in close, planting a hard, hungry kiss on his lips. "Mmmmm, you taste just the way I've been thinking of all night."

Giggling softly, the sound was swallowed by the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Eric's neck, standing on tiptoes. "Sorry I'm late," he responded when the kiss finally broke, still pressed against Eric.

"Hmmm, and why are you late?" Eric lifted Kitten gently off his feet and moved back, kicking the door shut with his foot before putting his lover on the floor again. Having Kitten in front of him, he decided they could talk about work and living together some time later. In a smooth move, he danced Kitten slowly back into the living room.

Letting Eric move him as he pleased, Cillian smiled as they moved together. "I ran into someone I never expected to see again," the young man explained.

"Ah, well, glad that you were able to get caught up then. Those meetings can be so much fun." His arms still circled Kitten and they moved together, pressing his lover in as close as possible.

"Well...when I was in Vegas, during the Katrina evacuation, I went down to a restaurant in our hotel one night--just needing some company and not wanting to bother Io or his Sir and I talked to this waitress for a bit. Random meeting but the company helped a lot. She was at Oz tonight...it was totally one of those weird random things."

"Hmmm, weird and random...and entirely fun, I'm sure." Eric bent down to kiss Kitten's enticing lips. "I'm glad you took a cab here. I feel better knowing you were safely ensconced on your way here." As much as he knew Kitten could take care of himself, the thought of his lover out there alone at night gave him something to worry about.

"Well it's a bit farther of a walk to here too...and I'm just dog tired tonight," Cillian replied, smiling as he nuzzled against Eric. "I want a long, hot shower...care to join me?"

"I like that. So long as you let me take care of you tonight." Hands roamed to stroke and comfort his lover, feeling and touching, stroking him soothingly.

Eyes closing, Cillian nearly purred. "Oh I think I can be persuaded."

Scooping Kitten into his arms, Eric chuckled and turned to take the stairs two at a time. "Glad to hear it since I wasn't leaving you all that much choice in it." He moved through their room and into the bathroom before settling his lover on his feet. "Going to pamper and then devour you tonight."

"Mmm does it have to be in that order?" he teased, rubbing against Eric again suggestively.

"I suppose not; think I could be persuaded otherwise." Chuckling low, Eric rubbed himself against Kitten's body. His hand dropped and he dragged one of Kitten's thighs up and over his hip so their cocks could slide against each other. "What did you have in mind, love?"

"You're the one taking care tonight, aren't you?" Cillian purred. "Do you really need me to tell you?" A soft moan escaped him as his eyes fluttered closed.

Growling softly, Eric moved until he could press Kitten into the wall, letting his leg slide down as Eric attacked the buttons on Kitten's blouse. His fingers plucked deftly at the buttons, the material melting away under his quick work and he pressed the shirt open and tugged it off Kitten's arms as Eric bit and licked at his lover's throat. Once free, his hands moved down to slide under Kitten's skirt and up his thighs, one hand reaching in to stroke his lover through the silk of his soft panties.

"Oh god," Cillian moaned, head rocking back against the wall with a quiet thud as Eric's hands moved over him, found his flesh and teased him. "Yes..." He stroked his hands along the man's body, arching closer. "Yes..."

Eric continued to tease Kitten, nipping and biting at his throat while gliding his hand roughly over the soft silk. "Mine...all of you is mine." Grinning, he knelt down, trailing his tongue and teeth lower to tease at Kitten's nipples, sliding his silk panties down and off his legs, hands holding his lover's hips hard against the wall and the skirt bunched over Kitten's stomach. He looked up, locking their eyes together and lowered his mouth to slide down Kitten's hard length.

"Oh god yes! Yours...yours...please..." Cillian murmured, voice begging quietly as his hips twitched forward. The hard grip from Eric made him even harder, made him want this even more. He loved that Eric wasn't afraid to get a bit rough with him.

Fingers gripping him tight, Eric kept Kitten pinned as he suckled on his lover. He swirled his tongue around, pulling back to flick lightly at the head, dip into the slit and swirl over the top to sweep up the pre-come welling there. The sight of Kitten's head tilted back, the sooty black lashes on his cheeks as his head rolled back and forth made him groan around the length in his mouth. Eric licked and sucked, wanting Kitten to be at the brink of what he could possibly take.

Whimpering, Cillian made a soft plaintive sound as his hips were kept from bucking forward too much, as he was held immobile. "Oh..god..." he gasped. "Eric please..."

Eric groaned around Kitten at the plaintive sounds coming from him. Finally pulling back, Eric surged to his feet and ripped at his jeans, getting them down around his hips as he bit at Kitten's lip. Pressing Kitten's hands against the wall, he growled, "Don't move." He moved back enough to grab the lube, squirting it over his length and holding it up. "Do you want more than what's on my cock?"

When Eric growled at him not to move, Cillian froze, groaning deeply--but not moving--ready to beg, but not letting the words fall from his lips...yet, not until his lover asked what he wanted. "Just you...god just you...so ready, please..."

The tube got tossed over his shoulder as he pressed forward, biting and kissing Kitten again. One hand dropped and Eric pulled a thigh high up before dropping the other hand to hike Kitten's other thigh up. Lining up, Eric spread Kitten's cheeks and pressed forward, breaching through the resistance until he felt Kitten swallow him up. "God, so beautiful...tight, oh God." His head fell back as he thrust hard all the way inside.

Wrapping his legs around Eric's waist, Cillian cried out as he was taken--the feeling perfect. "Yes...please!" he exclaimed, body clenching around his lover.

"Anything you want, love." Eric pulled back, cock sliding slowly until just the head was inside Kitten before he thrust forward fast and hard. He angled his cock to hit Kitten's sweet spot on every stroke, wanting to see and feel his lover fall apart. Dropping his hand, he immediately began to fist Kitten's cock in time with his thrusts.

Whimpering with need and the over stimulation, Kitten met the thrusts as best he could, clinging to Eric, clenching and unclenching his body to milk his lover. Manicured nails dragged along Eric's back, promising to leave marks to be seen by better light as the young man lost himself, already close to the edge.

Tightening the fist around Kitten's cock, Eric reached up with his other hand and grasped the back of his lover's head...holding him tight for a fierce, hot kiss. He pulled back to watch Kitten. "Come, love...now, for me." Again, Eric fisted him hard and fast, slamming his cock across Kitten's sweet spot.

Letting out a scream of pleasure, Cillian bucked hard and came, gripping Eric tightly as pleasure ripped through him. Eyes closed, chest heaving, Cillian loved the power Eric had over him, over his body.

Eric followed him over, thrusting hard into Kitten two, three more times before going rigid and pinning him tighter to the wall. His chest heaved with the effort of trying to breathe while he dropped soft, gentle kisses across Kitten's shoulder. "God, love...you undo me."

Laughing softly, Cillian's arms wrapped around Eric's neck. "I love you," he murmured, fingers brushing across the hair at the nape of his lover's neck.

"Love you, too." Eric braced one arm under Kitten's hips and he pushed them off the wall with the other. "Time to relax now." Moving slowly, he carried his lover into the bedroom and then lifted him slowly off his cock to place Kitten on the bed. "So gorgeous, my beautiful fey lover." Leaning over him, Eric kissed him slowly, thoroughly.

Kissing back with equal passion, Cillian melted beneath the touches--content to just...kiss like this forever. When they parted, he smiled. "Fey...I like that..."

"You are...so pretty and delicate, but strong as well." Settling over Kitten, Eric kissed and petted, stroking him softly before slowly stripping away all the clothing between them. His hand trailed over the soft, pale skin and he grinned at the contrast of his dark and roughened hand.

"I'm glad you see that..." Cillian sighed, arching into the touches--eyes falling closed as he enjoyed the sensations.

Eric chuckled. "It'd be hard not to. You have a will of iron, my love. I daren't cross it if I want to keep the peace." Though he was lightly teasing, Eric was also serious and he dipped his head to suck a vivid lover bite just below Kitten's collarbone. "But, you belong to me, which means you have my strength added to yours."

"All yours," Cillian promised, stroking his fingers through Eric's hair. "And you forgot to add my Irish temper to that iron will..." he giggled breathlessly, smiling.

"I haven't seen that yet...still think it's a myth. You are far too delicate and ladylike." Winking at Kitten, Eric let him know he was only teasing.

"Wanker!" Cillian laughed, punching lightly at Eric's arm.

Chuckling, Eric rolled until Kitten was lying atop him. "Love you, Kitten...so very much."

"I love you too...so much..." Eyes soft, he leans up to bring their lips together.

Eric Bana & Cillian Murphy & Ioan Gruffud. Illnesses and Meltdowns. Rated PG.

Thu, 09 Nov 2006 18:43:38 GMT

November 9th, 2006.
Eric Bana (mechanicbana), Cillian Murphy (prettycillian) and Ioan Gruffudd (prettyioan).
Illnesses and Meltdowns.
Oz; French Quarter and Eric’s house; Garden District.
PG.

Cillian hadn't really felt well for a few days, though he'd been doing his best to hide it. He's used to feeling just...overtired, but that over tiredness had now translated to a scratchy throat and he's not totally certain (as he refused to take his temperature, because it would validate something he wasn't willing to admit) but maybe a fever.

The scratchy throat had turned into something a little more horrifying when he woke up that morning though. His throat had hurt very bad and...well...his voice was barely there. Warm tea with honey hadn't done anything for it and while he's not sure how he's going to perform, he knew that he had to...

Entering Oz that afternoon, he was keeping the panic that was just under the surface at bay--barely--and he wasn't even sure why he was panicking exactly. It's not even like it's the first time he's lost his voice a bit, but never when he was already under so much...stress, and so many shows and contending with being unhappy with his chosen career path...

Ioan waved the feather fan in the air, turning and flapping it at Cillian. "Hello kitty girl!" he chirped as he twirled, not stopping to look at Cillian as he danced past.

Watching Ioan twirl around, Cillian wondered where he got the energy, the constant energy. He also remembered when he used to be like that and the fact he wasn't any longer made him sad. He gave a little wave, not quite wanting to reveal he was having problems yet. More tea, more tea would do the trick.

"I'm changing my outfit for the second number. I'm thinking white satin with a royal blue feather fan. Elegant, but - campy." Ioan stopped and looked at Cillian. "What do you think?"

The young man sighed inwardly. "I think it will look perfect for you," he stated, voice barely there and quite croaky.

Ioan looked at Cillian. "What the hell?"

"I'll be fine," Cillian insisted, really trying to believe the words. Needing to believe them.

"Be fine and are fine are two different animals," Ioan said, hands on his hips. "Why are you here?"

"Same reason you are," Cillian croaked. "Two shows, remember?"

"Yeah, you'll wow 'em," Ioan said. "Cill, you can't go on like that. Besides you look like hell, do you have a fever?"

"No, I don't know..." Cillian responded, pouting slightly. "I have to...short handed as it is. More tea, I'll be fine..."

"More tea and you'll still sound like a frog and look worse. Sit, please," Ioan said, moving to his friend. "How long have you felt bad?"

"I'm fine!" Cillian exclaimed, though it came out even croakier. "I can do this! I have to..." He wouldn't let himself be led to sit and he felt the panic and just...freak out...that he'd been holding at bay since he woke up threatening to boil over.

"No you aren't fine!" Ioan said, reaching for his friend's arm. "Sit down."

Cillian tried to jerk away, and then finally just sat down heavily in a chair, putting his face in his hands.

"Kit, sweetie," Ioan knelt down in front of Cillian's chair. "You can't do this."

"What else am I going to do?" The young man asked faintly, voice cracking and nearly going away completely.

"Go home," Ioan said, reaching for the phone. "You aren't walking or taking the bus like this...what's his number?"

"No!" Cillian exclaimed again, shaking his head and trying to stand up. "I have to get ready, Robert is counting on me, he..."

"He will understand. I can do your numbers, not as well as you, of course," Ioan smiled. "But they won't boo me off the stage. Now, Eric's number..."

"'m not going home," Cillian responded, shaking his head, hands shaking and hating how he was feeling.

"Then you can go to his house, or a nice hotel, but you aren't going on. Give me his number."

"I have to go on!" Cillian hated the note of hysteria in his voice and it was almost like he was watching himself, detached, like it wasn't actually him.

"Please, Kitten, no. Let me call Eric, okay. Please," Ioan said, flapping his hand at the other singer that approached.

"No," Cillian refused, but finally, after some coaxing, he gave Ioan Eric's phone number, trying very hard to keep it together.

Ioan held Cillian's hand as he dialed.

...twenty minutes later...

Cillian sat nursing a cup of tea and trying to keep it together in the dressing room. He loved Ioan, but he was glad when his friend had to go on stage, as he'd been hovering and fretting ever since he'd gotten Eric on the phone. Robert had been by and he had ordered Cillian home as well, stating that he'd rather have to find someone to cover for a night or two than to risk Cillian actually damaging his voice. The boy hadn't liked hearing that, but the small, logical part of his brain knew the man was right. Ioan had also decided that Cillian did in fact have a fever, after feeling his forehead. The young man was feeling a bit chilled...

Eric's fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he made his way toward the Quarter. Ioan's call to him had him flying out of the door before he even realized he'd not had a shirt on. He'd gone back, cleaned up and stopped to grab a few provisions, things to pamper his Kitten with and now all he needed was to collect his lover.

Killing the ignition, he climbed out and strode to the backdoor, smiling at the bouncer who let him in and looked around until he spied Kitten. Moving quickly, he dropped into a crouch at Kitten's feet. "Hey love. How're you doing?"

"I'm fine, I don't need to go home," Cillian croaked, hating how petulant--and hoarse--he sounded. There were tears in his eyes though and his hands were still shaking.

"It's totally up to you. We can stay here, hang out and watch the others if you like." Eric would give anything to wrap Kitten in his arms and drag him home, but he also knew that his lover had a right to choose what he wanted to do. "I'm here for you no matter what you want, love." Reaching up, he took Kitten's hand in his, holding them steady and twining their fingers together.

"I have to perform," the young man said, tears finally spilling over as Eric took his hands. He bowed his head, dark hair falling into his eyes.

Hoping Kitten would forgive him, Eric stood and scooped his lover into his arms before he sat down again and cradled him close. "That's not going to happen tonight, lovely. Your voice isn't what it should be and the last thing you need to do is hurt yourself. Let me take care of you."

Resisting at first, Cillian finally just wrapped his arms around Eric's neck and just let all the panic and stress come out of him as he cried into his neck.

The tears ripped at his soul and his arms tightened until he had Kitten tucked in as close as possible. The heat radiating off Kitten had him more worried than he'd ever admit to his lover. He kept his eyes open for Ioan, knowing the other man had to come back sooner or later. "I've got you safe, my sweet little Kitten. You belong to me now; you have someone to lean on, to help you get through whatever it is that you have to deal with." He rocked his lover slowly, murmuring soft, encouraging words.

"I want to go home," Cillian finally said, voice barely there, refusing to relinquish his death grip on Eric.

"Do you need anything else from here?" Eric stood in one easy movement, Kitten still curled tight against him. "And, do you want to go to your place or come home to mine?"

"Yours." Cillian's voice was barely a whisper. "My purse..." It was sitting on the table in front of his mirror.

Turning, he made his way to Kitten's dressing table, bent down so his lover could grab the purse. "We'll get you home and all tucked up in just a bit." Eric kissed his forehead, still concerned at the heat he could feel radiating from Kitten. He walked out, asked the doorman to let Ioan know that he'd taken Kitten with him and got his lover tucked into the front seat of the car. Eric slid in behind the wheel and turned the ignition, pulled out into traffic and reached over to take Kitten's hand in his.

Curling in the seat once he's in the car, Kitten said nothing on the drive to Eric's, though he did hold the man's hand when it was taken. Closing his eyes, he hated the swirling panic he felt inside of himself.

Eric grew more and more worried as they drove; Kitten's exhaustion and now his illness gnawing at his mind. Once they approached, Eric got out, grabbed the bag of things he'd bought and helped Kitten out of the car before scooping him back into his arms. He'd begun to feel helpless, his inability to fix it immediately causing a slight panic to bubble in his mind. "Do you want to be tucked in bed or on the couch?" he asked as he let them into the house.

"Don't care..." Cillian croaked, throat hurting and just...tired now. The panic was still there, but it was quieter, brewing inside. The one thing he could do in his life, he wasn't able to do and that didn't...well, he couldn't deal with it. He's not even sure why it's affecting him so badly this time, given that he’d been thinking about leaving anyway.

"I'm tucking you in bed then." Turning, he made his way upstairs, the bag still dangling from his arm and the worry etched across his face. He sat Kitten on his feet to pull back the covers and fluff up the pillows. Eric moved to his dresser and pulled out one of his large, soft tee shirts and turned back to Kitten. "Why don't you get comfortable in this and climb in bed, love."

After a moment, Cillian stripped out of his clothes and let Eric help him into the tee shirt, then he curled in bed--eyes closed and saying nothing...still fighting to keep control of himself.

Draping the covers over his lover, Eric ran a hand down his side. "Just relax; I'll be back in a moment." He grabbed the bag and took the stairs down two at a time. Moving swiftly through the kitchen, he piled a tray with things they might need - orange juice, lemon tea, honey, throat drops, cough syrup, aspirin, soup and brought it back upstairs along with his hot pot, hot plate and several mugs. If possible, he did not plan on leaving Kitten alone unless he was asked.

Still lying where Eric had left him, eyes closed, Cillian wasn't asleep ...he was too tightly wound to sleep.

He worked quickly, though quiet as possible to put things out that might be needed. Grabbing the aspirin and a glass of juice, he placed them on the table next to Kitten before moving back to strip down and get into his sweats and a tee shirt. Eric moved to the bed and climbed under the covers. "Hey there, Love. I'll be right here if you need me...and I left some aspirin for your fever on the bedside table."

After a moment, Cillian lifted up enough to take the aspirin before curling up again, tucked in tight into himself in a small ball.

Eric wanted to drag his lover over, tuck him in close and just hold him, but he hesitated - didn't do it not knowing what Kitten needed or wanted. He was relieved that the aspirin was taken and reached out to stroke a gentle hand over his back.

Cillian was still wound very tightly as Eric stroked his back and while the touch didn't relax him like it usually did, he didn't pull away.

"Go ahead and sleep, love. Get some rest. I'll be here when you wake up." He let his hand drop from Kitten's body, close enough that his lover could touch him if he wanted. Eric dropped his head to the pillow and just kept watch over Kitten.

Finally, Cillian did fall asleep...just not feeling well and totally drained from all the emotions raging inside of him. It was a heavy, but not dreamless sleep and he shifted restlessly--bad dreams visiting him.

Eric watched over Kitten, eyes droopy at times, but never closing as he kept alert to his lover's needs. The restlessness worried him, but the fever could easily explain it and he checked on the heat of his lover's forehead periodically.

After a few hours, Cillian started to stir, to wake and he finally blinked blue eyes open. They were a little glassy, a little dull.

A sigh of relief flowed from him as Kitten's eyes opened. He was glad, though he knew the rest was what his lover needed. "Hey there," the words were whispered and tender as a hand brushed damp tendrils of hair away from Kitten's forehead. "You thirsty?"

Cillian nodded, throat hurting too bad to attempt speaking just yet--and afraid of the croak that would come out. He shifted to sit up, head pounding.

Levering himself out of bed, Eric strode across the room to get the orange juice again and more aspirin. He held them out to Kitten and handed over the pills and juice. "Take some more of these; they should help with any lingering pain." All he wanted was to scoop Kitten up and tuck him in close, but he knew that it was not always the answer when someone was sick.

Taking the juice and aspirin, Cillian swallowed with a quiet wince. He sat up fully, legs tucked between him and feeling like hell...on more than one level.

He saw the wince, the pain tearing at his own throat in sympathy. "Do you want something else? I have soup, tea, honey, even throat lozenges." All Eric wanted was to ease Kitten's obvious distress.

"Tea?" Cillian managed, voice even more hoarse than before he'd gone to bed. "Please..."

Eric stood up again, moving swiftly to get the electric kettle heating and prep the cups. While they waited for the water to boil, he came back and sat on the bed near Kitten, a hand reaching out to stroke gently over his back...helpless to do anything else. The kettle clicked off and he moved back to finish the tea, bringing honey and lemon with him on a little tray that he sat on the bed in front of Kitten before moving back to his side and sitting down.

Fixing the tea, Cillian eventually sat it over to the side to cool a bit and then leaned against Eric, closing his eyes. He hated being like this. Hated it with a fiery passion, and now all he wanted were those strong arms around him, assuring him it would in fact be okay and this wasn't the end of the world.

Wrapping his arms around, Kitten, Eric held him close and tight with one hand stroking his arm and back slowly, gently. "Being ill is awful, Kitten, but everything will be fine. You can stay here and rest as long as you like." He just wished there was more to be done.

Saying nothing, Cillian just curled against the man, feeling safe in his arms. It was the one place where he felt like everything would be alright, even if everything else seemed to be falling apart.

Feeling Kitten curl up, Eric's heart went out to him. He can't imagine finding himself unable to do what he had to do to live, but Kitten was all set with him. "We'll take care of everything, my sweet little Kitten...anything and everything you need."

And what's frustrating to Cillian was that he didn't even have the voice to explain what was upsetting him so; then again, he didn't know either. But the thought of needing someone else to get by had him panicking a bit.

Completely unaware of the panic, Eric just cradled his lover close, shifting slightly to get a better hold on him. His mind had already raced ahead to adjusting his own work schedule to make sure Kitten was cared for as needed.

Drifting a bit, Cillian finally pulled away all together. "Bath," he said, voice a hoarse whisper. Maybe a long soak would make him feel better.

"Of course. Just relax, love." Eric pressed a kiss to his forehead and jumped up from the bed, striding into the master bath and his huge claw foot tub to get the water started. Reaching out, he grabbed the eucalyptus/menthol aromatherapy oil he bought to help soothe Kitten and poured a bit in the swirling water. Once it was high enough and warm enough, he moved back into the bedroom and scooped Kitten up. "I know you can walk, I know that you can take care of yourself, but please let me do this for you."

Cillian almost protested--but he couldn't forget that he liked Eric hauling him around and that he really just didn't have the energy to be wandering around on his own. His answer was to wrap his arms around Eric's neck.

Sighing in relief, Eric carried him to the bathroom, sat him on the toilet to strip the clothes off him before he held out a hand for Kitten to climb in on his own. Eric had a bath lounging pillow ready for Kitten to lean back against and he hovered until he knew his lover was settled and comfortable.

Sinking into the hot water, Cillian sighed--then inhaled deeply, smiling a touch actually when he smelled the oils Eric had put in. Opening his eyes again, he holds out his hand. "I love you."

"Love you, too." He took Kitten's hand and stroked the back of it slowly before moving his hand to stroke at Kitten's forehead. "Wish I could make it better, love." He felt so helpless.

Cillian sighed, letting himself slide further into the hot water until it was to his chin. So do I…

"Make sure to call me when you're done. I won't be far." Eric stood and left Kitten to his bath, moving about the bedroom and collecting the dirty dishes. He took them downstairs where he got more of everything and brought it back to the bedroom for later. Unless Kitten specifically requested a move to the living room, this would be his sanctuary and Eric was determined to have everything at hand.

Staying in the water until it was chilled and he was pruney, the young man finally got out and pulled Eric's robe around him, which swallowed him whole. He felt some better, but still like hell. Sighing softly, he went in search of his lover. He knew Eric had said call, but he was coherent enough to get himself out of the water.

Eric heard Kitten moving about and though he was tempted to go in and help him, he let Kitten take his time and come to him. The last thing he wanted was to make his lover feel crowded or dependent. As Kitten approached, he stood and turned back the covers again, smiling at him. "Feel any better, Kitten?"

"Not really," he croaked softly, and then grumbled. Moving to the bed, Cillian looked at it balefully for a moment. He never had been one to lie around in bed.

Eric caught the look, understood it all too well. "Do you want to settle in the library? Get comfortable in front of the television or with the radio?" He knew that getting back in bed was not first on Kitten's list, but he needed rest and Eric was going to make sure that he rested no matter where he was.

After a moment, Cillian nodded, drawing Eric's oversize robe more tightly about him as he shivered.

Not able to take how sad his lover looked, Eric moved to his side and pulled him into a big hug. His hands moved briskly, though carefully over Kitten's body to get some circulation going and to hopefully get some warmth back in his body. Tilting Kitten's head up, he brushed soft kisses over forehead, cheeks and eyelids before scooping him into his arms again and taking him down to the library. "Books or television, love?"

Snuggling against Eric, the young man closed his eyes as he was carried; opening them once they had reached their destination. "TV," Cillian managed--not sure he was up for trying to concentrate on books. Unless... "Or were you offering to read?"

"I can read to you, if you like." Eric grinned, voice rumbling through his chest as he murmured the words. "Anything in particular you'd like to hear?" He set Kitten on the couch, while he waited for the request.

"Porn?" Cillian managed to joke, smiling wanly as he got settled on the couch, looking forward to curling up in Eric's arms again.

Eric flashed an adorable smile, complete with dimple at his lover. "I think we can manage that. But, you'll have to excuse me...I don't keep that in this room." He ducked out, trying to keep his laughter in though he was going to get something he thought Kitten would like. Returning, he had a book in hand as well as more juice, some things and a comfortable blanket. He set the other things aside, sat on the couch and tugged Kitten into his arms.

That smile...well, it could make the worst situation a bit better and Cillian felt his mood lighten a bit, though his brows drew in as the man left. When Eric returned, Cillian chuckled. "Did you really find porn?" Cillian asked, eyebrows raised as Eric came back, curling against the man's side comfortably. "Might get you sick..."

"Of a sort...and I don't care if you get me sick. I'm not letting you go unless you want me to." He wrapped an arm around Kitten and pressed a light kiss to the top of his head. "Love you, baby...now sit back and listen. Sleep if you can." Eric pulled out an old volume of erotic poetry he'd picked up somewhere along the way, hoping Kitten would appreciate as much as he did.

Closing his eyes, Cillian just settled in and listened to the soft rumble of Eric's accented voice as he read to him, the sound lulling him (and turning him on just a bit as well).

Cillian Murphy and Eric Bana. Eric and Cillian talk after dinner. Cillian's flat; French Quarter. R

Wed, 11 Oct 2006 21:30:21 GMT

Takes place directly after this dinner with Eric, Cillian and Ioan and before this conversation between Cillian and Ioan after Ioan’s birthday.

Backdate: Wednesday, October 4th, 2006.
Cillian Murphy (prettycillian) and Eric Bana (mechanicbana). Eric and Cillian talk after dinner.
Cillian's flat; French Quarter.
R.

Cillian hummed to himself as he cleaned up the kitchen. They'd already said goodnight to Ioan and he'd been on his way and now just a little clean up and then snuggling in on the couch was left. Except Cillian knew they needed to talk about what Eric had brought up at dinner.

Eric sat on the couch, twisted in knots about his earlier comments, suggestions and he only hoped he hadn't overstepped himself. Flipping through one of Kitten's magazines, he chuckled at some of the advice columns, thinking that Kitten had no need for any of them. It felt wrong to not be helping, but Kitten had shooed him out as he usually did.

Getting everything taken care of, Cillian headed back into the living room, smiling when he saw Eric thumbing through a magazine. "Trying to understand the fairer sex?" he teased.

"That won't happen in this life time. Don't see why you do, though...you hardly need anything I was reading." He reached a hand out, inviting Kitten to sit with him...on him, preferably while they enjoy the evening.

Curling on Eric's lap, Cillian smiled. "Maybe I'm not trying to understand the fairer sex, maybe I just like the articles and seeing the latest fashion and hearing the latest gossip?"

"Fair enough." He kissed Kitten's temple and wrapped him up tight in his arms. "I like Ioan. He seems a good guy, a good friend to you." One hand slowly rubbed over the slender back, pressing and trying to ease any tension from the muscles.

"I love Ioan a lot...I don't know what I'd do without him honestly," Cillian admitted, shifting beneath Eric's touch. "I'm glad you liked him...I know he can be a bit much, and I'm sure the two of us together can be almost too much."

"I can't imagine I'd want to shop with you both," Eric chuckled, lovingly. "But, I like him and really am glad that he is such a good friend. And, I'm glad he seemed to like me as well."

Cillian sniffed. "As if it would matter if he didn't," he teased, though he's glad as well, it would have made things quite difficult if Ioan hadn't. "How could he not like you though? As long as he doesn't like you too much. He already has two beautiful men in his bed, he's not getting a third."

Laughing, Eric tightened his arms. "You have nothing to fear. Even if he wanted me in his bed...there's no way he'd get me. You belong in mine and I belong in yours." He brushed a kiss over Kitten's cheekbone and nuzzled into his ear.

"I like how that sounds," Cillian responded, shifting and smiling up at Eric, knowing they needed to talk but reluctant to be the one to bring it up.

"I'm glad. I meant what I said earlier." He smiled and kissed Kitten's nose. "I'd love to have you home with me...every night. But, I don't want to push...so, you just think it over, okay?"

"I just..." Cillian trailed off. "I worked very hard for my independence, to be able to make it on my own, not needing anyone else to support me. I'm not sure...I'm not sure I'm ready to give that up."

Eric looked down at Kitten, disappointed understanding covering his features. "You don't ever have to if you don't want to, love." His hand slowly caressed up and down Kitten's back. "You are my first and only concern...so long as you are happy, I will be too." Reaching down, he took one of Kitten's hands in his and he lifted it to kiss the delicate fingers and then the palm.

"It's not the answer you wanted though," Cillian replied quietly, looking down--wishing he could have given the answer the man wanted. "I'm sorry."

Tilting Kitten's chin up, Eric just shook his head. "You've nothing to be sorry for. The last thing I want is for you to think you have to do something you're not ready for or don't want." He hugged Kitten tight, rocked him slowly...perfectly happy so long as he had his lover in his life.

"You understand it's not because I'm not serious about you though?" Cillian asked, needing Eric to understand.

Eric nodded. "I know, Kitten. Smooth that frown line away...no wrinkles for you." His thumb traced across Kitten's forehead, wanting the crease gone and Kitten relaxed again.

"You're not upset, you promise?"

"Promise, love." He leaned forward to press a kiss to Kitten's lips. "You have to do what's right for you."

"I love you..."

Cillian Murphy , Eric Bana and Ioan Gruffudd. Dinner at Kitten’s…Eric meets Ioan. Cillian’s flat. R

Wed, 11 Oct 2006 21:28:35 GMT

Backdate: Wednesday, October 4th, 2006.
Cillian Murphy (prettycillian), Eric Bana (mechanicbana) and Ioan Gruffudd (prettyioan). Dinner at Kitten’s…Eric meets Ioan.
Cillian’s flat; French Quarter.
R (for language).

Cillian was very nervous as he put the last of the hors d'oeuvres on the tray and tried to get everything just perfect. He knew he shouldn't be this nervous, but his best friend was meeting his lover, and well...his nerves were on edge because of it. Moving the tray into the living room, he then stopped in the kitchen to pour another glass of wine. Maybe it would go better if he were half drunk...that was definitely a plan.

Ioan fluttered and smoothed at his silk white dress shirt. He had worn actual trousers, black linen ones and polished black shoes. He'd made Marton look at him before he left to make sure he looked nice. He had no idea why he was nervous.

Walking to the door he raised his hand and knocked.

"Oh!" Cillian fluttered, and then took a deep breath, putting his wine glass down. He moved to the door, smiling when he saw Ioan. "Come in, come in!"

"Hey," Ioan said, looking around. "Is he here?"

"Not yet...no, just us girls for now," Cillian responded, going to retrieve his wine glass. "Wine?" he inquired, motioning to the half empty bottle.

"Oh god, yes." Ioan said, laughing.

Pouring a glass for Ioan, Cillian refilled his own as well, taking a sip. "You have to behave," he stated.

"When have I not?" Ioan asked, eyebrow raised and lips pulled in a tiny quirked smile.

"Shall we consult Marton on that question?"

"Bitch," Ioan said with a giggle.

Eric walked up to the flat, realizing as he looked about that they really didn't spend much time there, hell that Kitten didn't spend all that much time there anymore and he knocked softly before letting himself in. "Kitten?" Closing the door behind him, he moved toward the voices he could hear.

Ioan jumped and looked at Cillian, eyebrow rising further. "He has a key? Hmmm."

"Well, yes..." Cillian replied, a little flustered. "In here!" he called needlessly, the flat was tiny. Still holding his glass, he hurried into the living room though, grinning when he saw Eric. "Hi..."

"Hey beautiful." He stopped and leaned down to kiss Kitten softly on the lips. Aware that someone else was already there, he erred on the side of caution and proprietary, keeping the kiss soft, gentle. Eric stepped back and cupped Kitten's cheek, his thumb stroking over the highly defined bone.

Ioan smiled and took a sip of wine.

Blushing, Cillian smiled up at Eric, and then looked to Ioan. "Eric, this is Ioan--my best mate, Ioan this is Eric...my, my Eric." He grinned.

"Ioan. Nice to meet you." Eric crossed to the other man and offered his hand. "Kitten speaks highly of you... I'm glad he has such a good friend." Turning back to his lover, he smiled again.

"It's nice to meet you," Ioan said, taking the man's hand and shaking it lightly before stepping back and sitting, crossing his legs and taking another sip of wine. "Goodness, he said you were - big."

"Io!" Cillian exclaimed, blushing profusely.

"What!?" Ioan looked at Cillian with wide eyes. "He's tall! What were YOU thinking?" He smiled, fluttering his lashes.

Eric's head tipped back on a loud laugh, an arm coming around Kitten and tugging him in close to kiss the top of his head. "I am and that's a reaction I often get. You work with Kitten?" He tried to picture them together and figured that he ought to make a point of stopping in while they both worked some night.

"Yes, we do," Ioan said smiling and then winking at his poor scandalized friend. "Cillian spends most of his time there taking care of the rest of us."

"You'd implode if I didn't," Cillian commented, still blushing profusely. "Ioan is actually the reason I'm working at Oz at all." He leaned against Eric comfortably.

"Yes, well, me and your amazing voice," Ioan said smiling, eyes flicking to Eric. "So, Eric, what do you do?" Besides Cill? Ioan tightened his lips against the giggle at his thought.

"His voice is amazing at that." Eric's arm tightened around Kitten. "I fix things, mostly antique or classic cars or motorcycles. Have my own business from the garage at my house."

"Oh how wonderful!" Ioan said, face lighting up. "Marton has a ‘54 Rolls that he adores. It's just a toy. He's always wanting someone to 'talk' car with him and of course, I'm completely useless. Cillian! You two should come to dinner."

"You're just determined to have your dinner party," Cillian replied good-naturedly, glad that they are getting on--the two most important people in his life. He looked to Eric, squeezing his hand. "Marton is Ioan's Sir. Would you like to? I'd love for you to meet him...you should see their house!"

"Oh! Yes, a dinner party!" Ioan's eyes sparkle. "Marton is wonderful. You two will get along like fire!"

"Of course, I'd like to. It sounds like a good time and I would love to talk car with someone who is knowledgeable. Unfortunately, a lot of the people who bring their beauties to me haven't a clue as to what they have." He clamped his mouth shut on a smile, knowing he was apt to get going on the subject if he wasn't careful. "But, yes I'd love to meet Marton."

"Good," Ioan said smiling and holding his glass out to Cillian. "I need more wine darling."

"And only because Eric is here will I refrain from telling you to fetch it your own bloody self," Cillian responded sweetly. "Would you like something?" he asked Eric as he got up.

"See, I knew you'd be ever so much nicer when he was around," Ioan laughed. "Eric, Kitten here is a veritable brute at times."

"Anything you have, love." Turning back to Ioan, Eric lifted an eyebrow...looked at Kitten and then back at Ioan. "A brute? Kitten? Why he's never been anything but a perfectly behaved lady around me."

"Ioan gets confused love," Cillian explained as he brought back the bottle and filled Ioan's glass, handing Eric a beer. "He's the brute, I'm the lady."

Lifting the glass, Ioan managed to raise a finger, giggling as he flipped off Cillian. "Yes well, as long as you two take care of each other. You can take turns being brutes." His eyes flashed mischievously.

Eric snorted as he tried to swallow his sip of beer. "Now, I can admit to being a brute, but you'll never convince me that Kitten could even come close." Turning to look at Ioan, he cocked his head to the side. "And despite that gesture, I cannot imagine you being a brute, either." He winked and went back to sipping at his beer.

"Bitch," Cillian said under his breath, but with a grin, and then snorted delicately. "Oh, he can be if his shoe collection is threatened. Quite the diva our Ioan can be."

Narrowing his eyes, Ioan pursed his lips. "Take my dignity and honor, wallet and keys, but I'll hurt you if you touch my shoes." He laughed, shoulders shaking. "Marton had the cutest handy man come in and build me a shoe closet in the spare room in my house. Kitten, you've got to see it!"

"Oh good lord..." Cillian laughed. "You've your own shoe closet now? For nothing but...shoes? God..."

"Well, of course!" Ioan says in a laughing huff. "If I'm very good he's going to have them build me a boot closet for my birthday!"

And all Eric could think was that he wanted Kitten to have that...and if not a shoe or boot closet, then the space for him to have as much of whatever as he wanted to have. He moved back to Kitten's side and snugged him in close. "I think a shoe or boot closet makes a lot of sense. If you have enough of anything, then you should have a place to put it so that it is together and where it should be." Knowing his own penchant for clutter, he looked down at Kitten and growled softly. "You don't get to comment on that, either, little one."

Ioan watched the two and smiled. They looked happy, they fit.

"We're working on getting everything where it should be in your house," Cillian said sweetly, patting Eric's arm and smiling up at him before looking back to Ioan. "You're serious about a boot closet?"

"Yes, it'll be fabu," Ioan looked at Eric and then Cillian, sly smile on his face. "So Eric, is there room in your place for one small unassuming wee kitten, even without a boot closet?"

"Ioan!"

"What?" Ioan asked with wide innocent eyes.

Again Eric's head tilted back on a laugh as he tightened his grip on Kitten. Finally wiping the tears leaking from his eyes, he nodded and smiled down at his lover. "There is and I've slowly been convincing him to spend all his free time there. Of course, there's also room for a boot closet, shoe closet and anything else he wants." His eyes never left Kitten's though he was answering Ioan's question.

"Well good, then that's settled," Ioan said and waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "Ooh, are those crab puffs?"

"What is exactly settled?" Cillian questioned, still holding Eric's gaze, though he had to tear it away when Ioan asked about crab puffs. "Yes, both of your favorites; thank me profusely for making meat for you..." he quipped, then looked back to Eric.

"He understands that you need space and pampering because you're a princess." Ioan laughed and made gimme fingers toward the hors d'oeuvres tray. "And you made meat because you love me and know that I am also a princess and must be pampered."

Ignoring Ioan's chatter, Eric looked at Kitten with a half smile. "I've been meaning to say something...but, I cleaned out one of the other bedrooms, and...well, I was hoping we could decorate it for you and your things. Like a boudoir of your own." He rushed on, afraid Kitten might say no. "I'd...been thinking that maybe..." He trailed off, hope in his eyes and cursing himself for not being better prepared. "Maybe you'd like to move in?"

Cillian blinked, really wishing that he wasn't having to try and hold this conversation with Ioan sitting right there. Hand fluttering to his throat, he looked between Eric and Ioan for a moment. "I...oh..."

"Oh!" Ioan sat up, clapping his hands. "We can decorate! I know the best place to get fabrics for drapes! Oh!" he squeals. "I feel like a bridesmaid!"

He'd presumed too much, thought further ahead than his lover...the hesitation made that much clear. Eric reached out and took Kitten's hand in his. "If it's too much or too soon...or you just don't want to, that's okay. I'm not trying to take over or decide anything for you." He lifted the hand to kiss the back of Kitten's fingers. "I just want you to be happy."

"Awww," Ioan said softly.

Cillian cut his eyes at Ioan. "I just..." he said, looking back to Eric. "Could we maybe talk about it, just the two of us? Later?" He felt too on the spot with Ioan sitting there observing and ...part of him rebelled at the idea of giving up that much independence. He'd worked hard to be able to afford to make it on his own, no roommate necessary.

Ioan fidgeted a second and reached for a crab puff, stuffing one in his mouth. He thought that maybe that was one of the reasons that most of the time around Marton he had either a cock or a gag in his mouth, Ioan wasn't so good with the filter between brain and mouth. He chewed the crab puff and made a yummy sound.

"Of course, Kitten." He leaned down to kiss him gently, and then let his lover go, took a swig of his beer and turned back to Ioan. "So, Ioan, tell me how you met Kitten." It was a safe enough topic, he hoped...he was interested in the details.

"He was the most precious thing, wandered into Oz and belted out a tune and we all fell in love!" Ioan said, laughing. "It was wonderful!"

Eric could just imagine his lover walking in somewhere and blowing them all away. "I can believe that. Thought I might have some competition for him the night I visited him. Men everywhere were drooling in the audience."

"Oh stop," Cillian blushed. "And what Ioan doesn't also add is that he's the one that got me the audition in the first place...I was nineteen, I'd been in New Orleans for about two years."

"I saw that face and those eyes and that smile and just knew..." Ioan didn't mention that it was get him the audition or take him home and tuck him in bed between he and Marton - that he'd keep to himself.

Eric just smiled at the two of them. "The city is not an easy place to be when you haven't got someone to help. I'm glad you two have each other." And he could see just how close that bond was...the light teasing and familiarity was good to see.

"Me too," Ioan said. "Besides, Maggie's crab puffs aren't half as good as Kitten's!" he giggled.

"You see? He's only stayed friends with me because I'll cook for him! And I'm going to tell Maggie you said that, Io!" Cillian counters.

"You do and - and I'll - I'll tell Eric which movies make you cry and get all blotchy!" Ioan laughed.

His laughter rumbled out as Eric shook his head at the two of them, almost like siblings. It caused an ache for his own brother in a place he'd long thought didn't feel anything. "Now, if these things can cause that kind of a statement, I think I need to try some." Grinning, he moved over to the plate and selected one to try. "Now, Ioan...I think we might need to talk about that...we haven't spent any time watching movies just yet."

"Hey!" Cillian squeaked. "Don't you dare. No no no...hmph." He mock glared at Ioan. "Fine, fine I won't tell Maggie what you said, happy?" He stuck his tongue out at his friend.

"Orgasmicly!" Ioan laughed.

"Ah, well, damn. Looks like I'm out of luck on the secret spilling." Eric laughed good-naturedly and finished off his beer, not that he expected Ioan to spill anything of import. There are things that friends never tell and the bond those two had is not one that would be broken so easily.

"Alright, maybe we should think about eating dinner yeah?" Cillian finally stated, still blushing lightly. "Before things just go downhill?" he chuckled.

"Anything you want, my Kitten. Can I do anything to help?" Eric was used to Kitten doing everything, taking care of all the details as he'd started doing so almost upon the first time he'd walked in Eric's home.

"No, no I've got it--you're both my guests. Just sit and...get acquainted, but that does not involve any lurid details about me." Cillian gave Ioan a pointed look, giggled and then trotted off into the kitchen.

Eric watched Kitten go and turned to smile at Ioan. It faded slightly and then, he turned all business. "I can see how much you love him...how important he is to you. I just want you to know that I feel the same. He's mine now, more in my heart than another has ever been and I promise you that nothing will ever happen to him at my hands...and I will kill anyone who hurts him." As he turned to look at Kitten again, his eyes softened, love shining in them for his lover.

Ioan smiled. "See that you keep that promise."

"I will." Eric turned back and smiled at Ioan. "No worries on that score."

Cillian Murphy and Eric Bana.Eric's Home.Garden District.NC-17

Tue, 03 Oct 2006 23:53:21 GMT

October 03, 2006.
Cillian Murphy (prettycillian) and Eric Bana (mechanicbana). Unexpected Breakfast at Eric's.
Eric's house; Garden District.
NC-17.

The smell of pancakes permeates the air of the house as Cillian hums lightly to himself, preparing breakfast for Eric in a now completely tidy kitchen, save for the few dishes he'd messed up in the course of cooking in the sink. Everything is nearly ready and the young man is quite pleased with himself.

Eric rolled over in his bed, the sunlight breaking through his sleep drunk brain and he blinked as the scent of food...cooking came into his consciousness. Thinking for a moment that the window must be open, that a neighbor must be making breakfast, he let himself sink back into the feather mattress. The he heard something, a rattle of dishes, the sound of water...Eric wasn't entirely sure what, but it was enough to jolt his mind offline. Groaning, he pushed the covers back and rose naked to make his way downstairs.

Hearing Eric come downstairs, Cillian smiles at the man, cock twitching when he sees him standing naked in the doorway. "Good morning darling," he greeted, dressed in a light summer dress, hair pulled back with barrettes (but his own, no blond wig today). His make up is impeccable, as usual.

"Kitten?" Looking around confused, Eric scratched at his chest and yawned hugely. "What are you doing here? I...did we...you weren't here last night."

Cillian giggled. "No, I wasn't here last night," he responded. "You gave me a key, remember? I knew you'd need breakfast..."

"Key...breakfast...and my own Kitten in the morning." Eric moved slowly across the kitchen floor, hands cupping Kitten's cheeks as he dipped down to kiss him good morning. "What on Earth did I do to get so lucky?" Another kiss and he straightened, scenting the pancakes with a grin. As he looked about the room, his brow furrowed...it looked different in there.

"I didn't think you would object. Go on back upstairs, it's almost done, I'll serve you breakfast in bed," Cillian stated, patting Eric's arse with a smile.

"Breakfast in bed? How can I pass up something so good from someone so gorgeous." He wiggled his arse into Kitten's hand with a smile. "First, though, come here and give me another kiss."

"Glad to..." Pressing close, Cillian twined his arms around Eric's neck and kissed him hungrily, fairly well ready to climb the man. "Mmm..."

Taking the kiss, Eric tugged Kitten in closer, arms twining around him and holding him tight. He pulled his head back and rubbed their noses together. "Now, that is the best breakfast ever." Another quick kiss and he pulled back all the way, hand trailing down Kitten's arm. "Don't be long, love."

"I won't, promise," Cillian said, blowing Eric a kiss and then shooing him off. Once his lover had gone, he turned back to his breakfast preparation, humming happily to himself.

Eric made his way upstairs, mentally scratching his head at the idea of Kitten showing up to take care of him. As he crawled back into bed, feeling odd about settling back in, he realized that Kitten had cleaned...not only cooked, but cleaned. The thought stopped him in his tracks and left him gaping.

A few moments later, Cillian came up the stairs, still humming and holding a tray loaded with food, orange juice, coffee and even a rose.

Watching his lover come up the stairs and down the hall, Eric whistled low. "How did I end up lucky enough to have you in my life?" He leaned back and dragged a leg up, foot on the bed to rest his arm on. "You spoil and humble me, Kitten, my darling."

"And with you laying there like that, it makes me want to forget about this breakfast...but we won't," Cillian responded, smiling. "And I guess you must have been a very good boy in a past life, darling. Though I feel pretty lucky too. I hope you don't mind that I just let myself in."

Eric growled at the idea of forgetting breakfast. He would gladly do so, though he would not want to miss such a good meal. "I'm glad you feel lucky, too, love...and I could never mind you letting yourself in. You have a key because I want you to feel like this is your home, too. I want you to come and go as you please."

"Maybe with me around your house can get used to better housekeeping habits," Cillian teased as he sat down, placing the tray on the bed between them and plucking up a strawberry. "Open."

Opening his mouth at the command, Eric bit the strawberry and groaned at the sweet juicy fruit. "You are just too wonderful." He licked his lips and grinned. "I could easily get used to better housekeeping, but that doesn't mean I'll ever do better housekeeping." Eric figured it was only fair to be honest and up front about that bit.

"Well, that's what you have me for now, isn't?" Cillian responded, taking a bite of the strawberry himself. "To take care of you."

Eric watched the way Kitten's mouth closed around the berry, the sparkling red color left on the already luscious lips as Kitten spoke. Shaking his head, Eric closed his eyes. "Yeah," he croaked out before clearing his throat. "You take such good care of me."

"And right now, I've got you hard as a rock hmm?" The young man purred. "Think you can eat while I blow you?"

"As long as you don't mind a bit of a mess." Eric winked at Kitten and reached out to cup his face. "Not sure I can do much of anything with you blowing me." He was hard as a rock, the covers and his bent leg hiding most of that fact, but Eric was fully willing to give breakfast and a blow job a try. "Want to see those gorgeous lips wrapped around me."

"Mmmm..." was all Cillian said as he started to pull the sheet down from Eric's body, mouth already watering by the time the thick flesh was revealed to him. "This is what I've been hungry for..." Kicking his shoes off, Cillian crawled into the bed, the sundress riding up a bit, as he settled between his lover's legs. With a mischievous wink, he lowered his mouth, gloss leaving a tint streak along Eric's cock as he started to suck him.

Eric forgot all about breakfast as he watched Kitten move. The boy was gorgeous in his dress and make-up and Eric's cock pulsed at the sight of it rucking up as he settled down. The ideas that swirled through his head at what he could do had him tangling a hand in Kitten's gorgeous dark hair.

Pulling back, Cillian smirked. "You're supposed to be eating," he scolded, then licked out teasingly. "Do I have to stop? Hmmm? I worked hard on that breakfast..." he blew hotly across Eric's cock.

"Breakfast?" Eric turned his head, eyes landing on the food and he chuckled softly. "Think, maybe I can manage that if you hold on for just a moment." He pulled the tray closer and cut himself a good number of bites, making it easier to feed himself with such a delightful distraction. "Okay, love...think I might be ready."

Once he's given leave to continue, Cillian began his ministrations in earnest, letting Eric's cock bump against the back of his throat as he took him in deeply.

Nearly choking on his first bite, Eric's hips cocked up and he pressed against Kitten's throat. "God...not sure this is going to happen." He chuckled roughly, pulling his hips back and pressing forward again before he reached for the juice and took a large gulp.

"Just go with it, relax..." Cillian murmured as he pulled back, only to take Eric into his throat again, letting his teeth drag just a touch. Slender fingers played with the man's balls as he blew him, only to tease lower over his perineum and then against his hole.

Eric attempted to do what he was told, taking small bites and relaxing into Kitten's talented mouth. He pressed up and back a bit, though the movements were more lazy and relaxed than before. "So gorgeous...your lips wrapped around me." One hand reached down to caress Kitten's hair as Eric took another bite of his pancakes.

Pressing his finger lightly against Eric's pucker, it's teasing more than with intent, Cillian deep throated his lover...moaning as he felt the head bump against the back of his throat.

He nearly bit his tongue off when Kitten deep-throated him again. Groaning, Eric's fingers tightened in Kitten's hair, tugging on it lightly as he took another bite of breakfast. What Eric really wanted was to forget his food.

The tug on his hair has Cillian moaning harder around the thick cock in his mouth, his own cock hard and straining in his panties as he continued to pleasure his lover. Blue eyes flicked up to Eric's dark ones, seeing the pleasure he was putting there.

Eric loved hearing him moan, watching Kitten's body and enjoying the gorgeous shape of him. He took several more bites of his pancakes, nibbled on a couple of strawberries and sipped at his juice. It was getting easier for him to eat and watch Kitten blow him. Suddenly, he had a wicked idea and after biting a bit off a strawberry, he tugged kitten up and off his cock...then slid it all over, letting the juice coat his cock.

Cillian made a plaintive sound when he was removed from Eric's cock, only to smile as he watched what the man did. As soon as Eric had finished, he immediately lowered his mouth again, licking and nibbling hungrily at his lover's cock.

"Oh, God." Groaning at the sight of Kitten licking and sucking up the strawberry juice, he stroked a hand through his hair. "So beautiful." This time, he pulled Kitten off and pressed his syrup coated fingers in Kitten's mouth, wanting his lover to suck them clean now.

Cillian needed no further prompting as he sucked the fingers into his mouth, giving them the same treatment he had given his lover's cock only moments before, one hand wrapped around Eric's wrist.

This time Eric's groan came from as deep inside as it could. The hand in Kitten's hair tightened, tugging slightly as he pressed his fingers into Kitten's mouth. "Fuck, that's gorgeous." When his lover was finally done, Eric used his grip in Kitten's hair to tug him up and over his body.

Going willingly, Cillian kissed Eric hungrily, then pulled back to tease. "I have a few errands to run, but if you want to pull my panties down, I think I have enough time to ride your cock before I go..." he said innocently, eyes dark with arousal.

Without a word, Eric reached up and pulled the silky panties down from his hips to his knees. "Lift up, love...want in you...now." His hips flexed up, pressing against Kitten's ass. He loved the idea of debauching the little lady above him.

Moaning, Cillian lifted so Eric could get his panties the rest of the way off. "You'll find..." he manages, shuddering when he feels the blunt head against his pucker. "That I'm ready...I was...hopeful..."

"Hopeful? I'd say cunning," Eric chuckled, impressed and so glad that Kitten planned for it. His hips pressed up, slow and controlled as he sunk into the hot tightness of his lover's body. "Want you to ride me...want to see you desperate."

"Oh god..." Cillian moaned as Eric entered him, pressing down hard until the cock was fully seated inside of him. He trembled for a moment and then started to move, eyes closed and head thrown back.

"Yes, baby...so gorgeous." Eric's hands closed on Kitten's hips, holding him tight as his lover moved over him. His own hips moved in counterpoint for the maximum thrust. One hand came around to grasp Kitten's cock, fisting him slowly and firmly.

"Oh..." The hand around his cock felt so good, but he laid his hand on Eric's wrist as he continued to ride the man. "Mmm...after...can't...can't ruin my dress..." He laughed huskily.

Eric moved his hand and dropped it to the bed to grasp the covers. "After...definitely after, you'll have to come back." He thrust his hips up, pressed himself into Kitten over and over.

Another soft chuckle and then Cillian cried out, body clenching hard around Eric as he sought to bring the man to his orgasm.

He lifted his hips into Kitten's, pressing up harder and harder as he cried out sharply. The tightening of Kitten's body around him had Eric's eyes rolling back in his head and his hands dropping to grasp at Kitten's hips, digging in sharply.

"Come on," Cillian murmured, nails dragging down Eric's chest. "Come for me."

"Your wish, my Kitten." Snapping his hips up a couple more times, Eric tightened his fingers on Kitten's hip and dragged him down hard one final time as he came inside his lover. He was blinded by the orgasm, by the smile on Kitten's face as he pulsed over and over again.

Moaning, Cillian panted softly as he leaned over Eric--cock hard and trapped between their bodies.

Eric felt Kitten hard between them, wanted to stroke his lover until he came hard. But, Kitten had already put a stop to that, so he tugged his lover down to his mouth to devour him thoroughly and show him how much he was loved.

The kiss has Cillian even harder as he rubbed against Eric, mewling softly. Finally, he pulled back. "Can't...make too big a mess...wanna blow me?"

"Definitely." His hands reached down to grip Kitten's hips, dragging him up his body. "Come on, beautiful. Fuck my mouth...I want to see you lose yourself in me." Eric, reached his hand out to fist Kitten slowly as his lover got settled.

"Oh god..." Cillian shifted positioning himself so he could straddle Eric's face, moaning as his cock sank into the heat of his lover's mouth. His hips twitched and then began to thrust as he braced himself.

Eric brought his hands up to cradle Kitten's ass...to hold him steady as he worked his cock in and out of Eric's mouth. Groaning, he slipped one finger between Kitten's cheeks and tickled at his entrance before letting it slip in to play over his prostate.

Letting out a soft little sound, Kitten moaned wantonly, legs spreading as Eric's finger slipped inside of him. "Yes," he hissed, nearly panting as his hips twitched forward faster.

He'd talk, prompt his lover, but all Eric could do was work his mouth and tongue around Kitten's hard cock...wanting, needing to feel his lover's satisfaction. He loved Kitten absolutely and wanted him to remember the morning as he was out and doing his errands.

As Eric's fingers continued to stroke across his prostate, Cillian's thrusting increased and he knew he wouldn't last long, not at this rate. With a deep moan, he shuddered and twitched--having the wherewithal to pull out enough to not choke Eric as he started to come.

Eric lifted his eyes to watch Kitten come undone and groaned as his mouth was flooded. Tilting his head back, he swallowed rapidly as his tongue swirled over his lover, hands holding Kitten in place as his body quivered softly.

Finally, Cillian thought he might be able to move again and he tugged lightly against the hands on his hips as he tried to shift from atop Eric.

Letting him go, Eric dragged his hands slowly down Kitten's thighs before dropping them to the bed. "You really have to go?" Pleasantly tired again, all Eric wanted was to tug his lover close and curl up for a nap together.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I can come back before my show tonight though, just for a bit, if you like...a few hours at most though, I'm sorry..." Cillian shifted, kissing Eric as he reached for his panties.

"I'll take any time of yours that I can get." Eric curled on his side as he watched his lover dress, one hand reached out to stroke his thigh. "And, don't be sorry...you have a life of your own and things you have to do. I'm just selfish and want you all to myself." He grinned sardonically at his own humor, knowing that he meant it more than he hoped Kitten even understood. "Can I pick you up tonight after the show?"

"I don't mind my life being more about you though," Cillian replied softly, looking down, fingers brushing over Eric's arm. I just wish it was that easy... He looked up, smiling. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Eric sat up and pushed out of the bed. Taking great care of Kitten's dress, he dipped his head to kiss his lover softly, thoroughly. "I'm glad. Love you, my pretty little Kitten."

"Love you too..." Cillian murmured, smiling up at Eric. "Just going to borrow your loo, clean up a bit and then I really must dash..."

"The house is yours, love. See you later." Eric leaned down for another sweet kiss and then crawled back into bed to finish off his breakfast. He figured he might as well enjoy it as he was meant to.

Cillian Murphy and Eric Bana. Eric's home; garden district, NC-17 for light bondage

Wed, 27 Sep 2006 23:25:00 GMT

September 27th, 2006.
Cillan Murphy (prettycillian) and Eric Bana (mechanicbana). Tying Eric up.
Eric's home; Garden District.
NC-17 (with light bondage).

Cillian was nervous, but also excited. He had no idea how Eric would respond to what he wanted to do, but he hoped it would be...positive. He had used the key Eric had presented him with to let himself into the house, knowing the man would be out until the evening. Dressed in a midnight blue, shimmery-sheer gown, he was sprawled on the large bed with a few silk scarves draped around his neck.

Billie Holiday played low on the stereo and the young man had passed the time in the house reading--well, after doing some cleaning and grocery shopping. He hadn't been able to resist.

Eric let himself in the house, noting the soft glow of lights awaiting him. He grinned at the thought of Kitten turning them on and only hoped his lover was still in the house. Dropping his shopping bags in the kitchen, he chuckled at the clean state of the room, shaking his head as he noted the same on his way up the stairs. Kitten was already looking after him and the thought touched his heart in ways he'd not thought possible.

"Kitten? Are you still here?" He turned the corner of the upper landing and gasped softly at the vision on his bed. "How did I get so lucky?" Eric moved into the room and approached his lover on the bed with a soft smile.

"Mmmm...you must have been a very good boy," Cillian said, lifting up onto his elbows, pulling the scarves slowly from around his neck. "How was your day, darling?"

Groaning at Kitten's teasing gestures, Eric climbed on the bed and curled on his side. "I'm so glad to see you here...waiting at home for me. It was a good day...worked this morning and then went to get some things in the Quarter. What did you do today?"

"Oh, this and that..." the young man replied coyly, eyelashes fluttering down. "I'm glad you're glad to see me." Reaching out, he curled one of the scarves around Eric's neck, letting the material run against his skin teasingly.

Eric shivered, the silky material raising goose bumps along his flesh. "This and that? Keeping out of trouble, I hope." He grinned wickedly. "Or saving it all for me, at least." Tugging Kitten in close, he dropped delicate kisses over eyelids and cheeks.

"Mmm..." Cillian purred, letting Eric shower him with kisses. "Saving all of it for you." Pulling back, sultry blue eyes met Eric's brown ones. "Let me tie you up this time..."

Eric lifted stunned eyes to Kitten. "You want to tie me up?" A slow smile spread across his face as he nodded. "I like the idea...my Kitten has claws."

Cillian smiled demurely. "Maybe there's a lot about your Kitten you haven't figured out yet," he teased. "I want to tie you up, wrists and ankles, and then ride you...drive you crazy."

Chuckling at Kitten's coquettish behavior, Eric ran a hand down his side. "I like the idea of discovering things about you for a lifetime to come." He rose and stripped his clothes off before he stretched himself out on the bed, settling comfortably. "Tie away to your heart's content, my Kitten

Chuckling, Cillian admired Eric's body for a moment before taking up the first silk scarf and straddling his lover's hips. "Wrists first. I love that you have a four poster bed." Carefully, the young man began to gently, with deft movements, tie his lover's wrists to the bed. His fingers skittered across tanned skin teasingly.

"So do I, Kitten." He grinned and rolled his body against his lover's. Tugging slightly, he tested the bonds and made a note to be careful on his tugging. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the beautiful silk. "Somehow, I'm not sure I will survive this."

"You've no idea..." Cillian grinned, sliding down Eric's body to bind his ankles with gentle touches. "Because I forgot to mention the other part..." Smirking, he leaned over and retrieved something, dangling it from one finger. "Cock ring..."

"Oh you evil, evil boy." Eric chuckled and tugged lightly at the bonds. He had plenty of experience with cock rings, but it had been years since he'd had one on himself. Eric was also fully aware that Kitten would certainly be making this worth every bit of discomfort.

"Evil? Maybe..." Cillian replied, easily affixing the cockring and stroking Eric's flesh slowly. "I want to enjoy the position I have you in for a good, long while..." Leaning down, he licked out teasingly across the head.

Eric groaned again, the idea of a good long while in this position making his cock throb. Kitten was enticing enough without the headiness of S&M being brought into it. "I am at your whim, love."

“And that's how I like it." Fluttering his lashes, Cillian reached over and retrieved the lube, spreading some carefully on his fingers. "You can watch me prep myself this time, hmm?"

"I'd love to." Eric lifted his head just a bit so that he could watch his lover. The sight of those slender fingers disappearing into his body so that Eric’s cock could follow never failed to make him groan. "So beautiful, Kitten."

Slowly, Cillian prepped himself in such a way that Eric had the perfect view. He loved teasing Eric like this and the young man knew how much he liked to watch such a show.

Finally though, he'd had enough and slowly pulled his fingers from his body, taking the lube up and slicking Eric's thick cock.

He groaned, breath stuttering in and out as he watched his lover through glazed over eyes. "So beautiful...and mine, all mine...my Kitten." Eric arched into the touch, hissing through his teeth as his cock throbbed in pained response to the cold lube slicking over his overheated flesh.

"Yes, yours..." Cillian purred in return, stroking Eric's cock in slow, agonizing movements. Having the man tied and at his mercy was a heady feeling (never mind that he could rip those scarves and free himself if he really wanted).

Eric settled a bit at the affirmation. He knew Kitten was his, but hearing it while he was tied immobile helped him settle back to take the delicious torment coming his way. "Who knew..." he paused, gasping for breath at the tender touches, "that you would be so into torturing me."

"Aww c'mon, you're into it too darling," Cillian responded with a smirk, accentuating it with a flick of his wrist. Sliding up Eric's body, Cillian held the man's thick cock steady as he knelt up, moaning as he felt the blunt head against his entrance.

"Of course I am." Grinning, Eric tugged lightly at the bonds. "But, it doesn't mean you aren't torturing me." He winked and titled his head back on a long moan once Kitten was settled over him. He nearly whined as he attempted to push up and into his lover before the bonds caught and held him tightly in place.

"Patience..." The word was accentuated with a flick of sharp nails against one of Eric's nipples and then slowly, Cillian began to lower himself, making a soft sound of pleasure as the thick head finally entered into his body. Once he had accomplished this, he then slammed his body down against Eric's without further preamble, head falling back on a shout of pleasure as he took his lover's cock in one swift movement. The burn stretch of it was perfect and his hands fell to Eric's chest as he trembled, giving his body a moment to adjust.

"Patience? What's that?" Groaning low as Kitten teases his nipple, Eric closed his eyes to revel in the sensations. His breath caught as suddenly he was sheathed completely by Kitten's body, his cock throbbing in response as he panted. "God, oh god." His eyes snapped open and his entire body went taut in the bonds.

Head hanging low now, Cillian finally got himself enough under control to start moving--slowly, agonizingly slow--riding Eric, fingers dragging across his chest and through the light fur there. He raised his head enough to look into the dark eyes of his lover, holding his gaze as they moved together.

Eric decided then and there that Kitten really was out to kill him. There was no other explanation for it. Crying out, he shifted his hips up as much as he could to press into Kitten's body. "Love...so good." His eyes were caught by the intent blue gaze of his lover over him.

"Slow..." Cillian said, voice husky, leaning over Eric to kiss him hungrily as he continued to ride him, taking his time despite his own desire to pick up the pace, for a more frenzied fucking.

Losing himself in the kiss, Eric tried valiantly to not push Kitten to speed up the pace, but the exquisite sensations were too much to resist as his body moved with his lover's. He lifted his head, pressing hard against Kitten's lips as he nibbled and licked, tasting and biting lightly.

"Want something?" Cillian purred seductively as he felt the nips, smiling down at Eric as he rotated his hips a bit--moaning as he caused the most delicious sensation against his prostate.

"Everything." Chuckling softly, Eric pressed up again on a groan as he slid a fraction deeper into Kitten's tight, hot body. "Please, Kitten...need you."

"You've got me darling, you've even got the keys to prove it," Cillian laughed, then moaned softly as he increased the pace, needing more himself. "How...how many times do you think I can ride you...can come until you're so frustrated with the need to come that you do something about it?"

Eric laughed at the cheeky answer, groaning as Kitten's hips sped up. "How many? None...is that a good number?" He groaned again before giving it serious thought. "I honestly don't know, love. Right now I feel as though I could explode at any second."

"Hmm you're not in a position to tell me how many times I could come right now," Cillian smirked. "Maybe...next time you have me tied up, you will be--but right now, you're the one wearing the cockring." He shifted, clenching his muscles tight around Eric's cock as he continued to ride him.

And he groaned at the reminder and the way his cock was stroked with the clenching of Kitten's body around him. As much as he might want to think he could come at any moment, Kitten was right and the cock ring would pretty much guarantee that he would not be able to until it was removed. "Then, why'd you ask?" He winked at Kitten and thrust his hips up shallowly.

"I wanted to know..." Cillian shrugged, nails digging into Eric's chest hard enough to leave furrows. "Tell me what you want to do to me, the next time I'm at your mercy..."

"You want me to talk?" Eric's eyes opened wide on another groan. Kitten was not playing fair, but that gave him the wicked idea of being able to do the same next time. "I want to see you on your knees, my cock buried between your lips." He groaned and shifted again, pressing up inside his lover. "Then, I want you bent over for me, touching the ground and spread wide for me...ready to take whatever I want to give you."

Moaning as much from Eric's words as his movements, Cillian lifted up nearly all the way before slamming back down. "Yes," he hissed softly. "God yes..." Those words filled him with such delicious images, made his cock throb.

"Do you like that idea?" Eric pressed his hips up, short and hard thrusts. "The thought of using you, driving you crazy with desire just kills me. Please, Kitten...need more of you."

"Want...want you to use me..." Cillian ground out, meeting Eric's movements with harder ones, the stimulation to his prostate driving him insane.

"God!" Eric pressed up again, his hips flexing and limbs aching from the tension and pressure on them. He felt Kitten's body clenching and releasing, the hard nub of his prostate rubbing maddeningly over Eric's cock. "So good...oh, God, Kitten."

One hand moved from Eric's chest to wrap around his own cock, stroking in time with the movements of their bodies. Cillian knew he was close, and knew he wanted to come at least two more times before ceasing his torture of Eric.

Eric groaned, nearly whimpered at the sight of Kitten's long, slender fingers curling around his own length as he started to stroke himself to completion. Twisting and turning, he pressed higher and rotated his hips to stroke over sensitive skin in a delightful agony of want. "Kitten, come for me, please...let me see your pleasure."

And that was pretty much all it took, so close to orgasm already, Cillian came with a cry as his back arched sharply and his seed splattered across Eric's chest. He moaned, shaking and shivering, body clenching hard around Eric, gripping him like a vice.

His hips snapped up in response to Kitten's orgasm, muscles straining and quivering as he stayed locked there for a long drawn-out moment. "Gorgeous. My beautiful Kitten...so stunning." He wanted his hands free, wanted to touch, to pet and caress his lover, but he only tugged lightly, not wanting to ruin Kitten's plans.

Gasping for breath, Cillian stayed where he was for a moment, Eric still buried deep inside of his body--and he had no intentions of moving any time soon. He would ride the man until they were both too sore to endure anymore, and then maybe he would let Eric come, buried in his throat. Finally able to move again, he ran his fingers though his own sticky come before bringing them to his lips, sucking on them, eyes never leaving Eric's.

The blue gaze, so intent and seductive, locked Eric's eyes to his and he shifted slightly on the bed before groaning. He watched the fingers slide through Kitten's lips, the tongue licking around those digits and sweeping the sticky substance from them. "More, Kitten. More of you...all of you."

"All of me?" Cillian asked, gathering up more of his come onto his fingers, brushing them lightly across Eric's lips. "Taste?"

Flicking his tongue out, Eric took Kitten's fingers into his mouth to nibble and suck on them. The taste had him groaning and writhing against the bed. "So delicious...nearly as delicious as you are beautiful."

"Just nearly?" Cillian teased, starting to move atop Eric again, clenching his muscles.

"Nearly," Eric groaned, his eyes drifting shut. "There is little that could compare with the beauty you are inside and out. God, Kitten." He sucked in a harsh breath as his hips tried to rise again and press into his lover.

"Such a flatterer." Body almost over-sensitive, Cillian moved atop Eric...moaning, eyes slipping closed, as he felt his own cock start to twitch and harden as his prostate was stimulated. "Fuck..."

"Not a flatterer, merely telling you the truth." He watched his lover's desire rise, the arching body turning him on even more. "You are the Irishman, after all, not me."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Cillian laughed, the sound trailing off into a moan.

"Blarney stone." Gasping as the laughter contracts Kitten around him, Eric groaned. "Gift of smooth talk...Irishmen are known as smooth-talkers." He winked and tugged on his bonds, wanting to touch his lover.

"Mmm oh yes, of course..." Grinding down against Eric, Cillian moaned, leaning lower so they could kiss again, hands sliding up the man's arms, letting their hands twine together for a moment.

Eric fingers gripped tightly to Kitten's, twining together and holding his lover captive against his chest. "Oh Christ!" The change in angle let him slip a good part of the way out, but Kitten's body compensated for the near loss by clamping down and squeezing the head of his cock tight.

"Like that?" Cillian purred as he squirmed a bit, clenching his muscles even tighter around Eric--knowing he was driving the man crazy. He licked at his chin, and then nipped.

"There are no words for what that and you do to me." He groaned again, writhing against his lover and trying to meet his lips as well. Eric thanked God for Kitten's insight on the cock ring or this delicious torment would have been long over already.

Pulling back before Eric could get what he wanted, Cillian laughed softly, shifting and taking Eric fully into his body again. "God..." he gasped. "N-next," he stammered. "I think...I'll let you...god...suck me while I suck you..."

Crying out, Eric's head thumped back into the pillow and he arched his hips up hard, trying to force Kitten into more. His body was trembling from the tension and exertions. "Please..." he whimpered the word out, wanting and needing Kitten to let him come.

"Please?" Cillian dragged his nails down Eric's chest, catching a nipple before moving lower.

"It's too much, you are too much." He smiled up at his lover, his chest jerking at the tug to his nipple. "Going to explode from you." He writhed as much as he could, trying to force Kitten down farther.

"Do you want me to stop?" Cillian asked, suddenly growing very still.

"Nooooo! Oh God." Eric's breath sucked in hard and he blew the breath out in shallow pants. "Kitten, please...no. I need you to move, to keep going."

Cillian giggled breathily, but gave Eric what he wanted, once again starting to ride him--slow and steady.

His breath rushed out as the tantalizing rhythm started up again. It was heady and tortuous, but Eric loved that Kitten wanted that with him. "Yes, Kitten...so damn good." His hips flexed and pressed to enhance Kitten's motions.

"Fuck!" Cillian knew he wouldn't last much longer...and that thought made him huff out a laugh.

The laugh nearly killed Eric and if he wasn't bound, he'd have tossed Kitten onto his back and just pounded into him. "Oh, God...please, yes Kitten...fuck yourself on me, hard."

Eric wasn't disappointed, as Cillian had just about had enough of slow himself. Clenching hard around Eric, he started to move hard, lifting up and slamming down hard on the man, taking him all the way inside.

"Oh, God, yes!" Eric's body bowed up, his hips pressing hard into Kitten as his lover finally gives them what they both want. He tugged at the bonds as he attempted to move in tandem with his lover.

A few more hard movements like that was all it took to send Cillian screaming over the edge once more, shuddering above Eric as he tried to catch his breath, tried not to completely slip under with the feelings.

A whimper escaped as Kitten's body clenched and released around his aching, hard cock. All he wanted was to be able to touch his lover, to hold him close and he tugged harder and harder at the bonds. "So beautiful, love. God, you're perfect."

"I don't know about perfect," Cillian finally managed, lifting off of Eric. "Mmmm..." Sliding up Eric's body, he whispered in his ear. "After we blow one another, I think I'll untie you and spread myself for you and let you do what I know you're dying to do, fuck me until I scream so you can finally find your release. Would you like that?" He reached between their bodies, stroking Eric's aching cock.

"After?!" Eric's voice squeaked as he processed the only bit of it that really concerned him. Groaning at the thought of more torture, he nodded. "That sounds unbelievable." His body ached as he pushed into Kitten's hand, his cock throbbing under the exquisite sensation.

Reaching for a cloth, Cillian cleaned Eric up a bit and then shifted, straddling Eric's head, his semi-hard cock brushing across the man's lips as he let his own mouth sink down on the hard flesh of his lover.

He whimpered at the hot glide of Kitten's mouth over his cock and Eric closed his eyes for a moment in response. Finally, he opened his eyes and flicked his tongue out to glide over the head of his lover's cock. Not being able to touch put him at a distinct disadvantage and he worked twice as hard to lick and suckle Kitten as he would have had to otherwise. Still, it was reward enough to find his lover hardening again, his cock filling because of Eric's ministrations.

Taking Eric in all the way, Cillian moaned as the cock bumped against the back of his throat, tightening his mouth around the man. Eyes closed, he enjoyed the sensations, pulling back and letting his teeth drag lightly.

Eric worked at Kitten's cock, sucking and licking and taking every bit that he could get from his pinned position. His lover tasted gorgeous, hot and salty from the number of times he'd already come. Humming around the shaft, he bobbed his head up and down, letting his lover hit the back of his throat when the angle pressed him in.

God, it was almost too much, almost painful...he'd already come so much; so he could only imagine what it was like for Eric. Finally though, Cillian pulled his cock from the man's mouth with reluctance, letting Eric's flesh slide from between his lips. Since he was already closest to the man's ankles, he started untying them first, looking over his shoulder with a smirk.

This time he cried out when Kitten stopped sucking him. His head rocked on the pillow as he felt the slender hands release his ankles. "Kitten...oh God." He trembled on the bed, unused to such intensity flowing through him.

Shifting around, Cillian crawled back up Eric's body, releasing his wrists and then sitting back with a mischievous smirk.

Eric flexed his legs, rotating the ankles as he drew the legs up to plant his feet on the bed and flip himself up to tackle Kitten to the bed. "Now you're mine." He grinned and pinned him down, hands and legs using his greater size and weight to keep his lover in place. "Prepare to pay for your torture." With a grin, he dipped his head down and took savage control of Kitten's lips.

The laugh that followed was swallowed by Eric's kiss and Cillian arched, strained, against the man above him. Yes, yes he thought happily.

Grinding down, Eric nipped and bit, licked and sucked at Kitten's mouth until they were both nearly faint with lack of air. He finally pulled back, panting harshly and ground his cock into his lover's hip. "You are in so much trouble, my beautiful Kitten." With a wicked grin, he moved his legs to settle them between Kitten's and spread him wide, his hips rolling up as Eric pressed the head of his cock to Kitten's hole. "Ready, love?"

"God yes," Cillian moaned, already wide open for his lover after how hard he had ridden him. "Make me feel it, think you can do that?" he purred. "Or have I tired you out?"

"You're going to feel it for days." Without another word, Eric's hips slammed forward and he set a brutal pace for Kitten. The slap of flesh on flesh and the strength of the pounding had him groaning loudly. He imagined there would be bruises in the morning from hip bones on soft skin, but Eric liked the idea of marking Kitten in such a way. He leaned down for another kiss even as he reached down to fist Kitten, wanting him to come again.

Clinging to Eric, Cillian simply held on as he was given one of the most brutal, satisfying fucks of his life. "Yes!" he screamed, feeling his orgasm already clawing at him, coiling tightly in his belly.

"Come on, little one. Let me have it, I want to see it and feel it rushing through you." As much as Kitten had tormented him, Eric's control was greater once he was in charge and he felt as though he could do this for hours now. Another bruising kiss and he changed the angle of his hips, striking Kitten's prostate with each thrust inside.

"Oh!" Cillian screamed, clenching hard around Eric when the man's angle changed in the most delicious of ways. "Close!" Nails dragged along Eric's back, leaving vivid marks in their wake as his orgasm ripped through him.

"Just like that." With a grin, Eric gritted his teeth and tossed his head back as he rode out Kitten's orgasm. When his lover was gasping and more relaxed beneath him, Eric brought his hand to his mouth to lick off the come that had spurted over.

Eyes open enough to watch that, Cillian groaned deeply, making an effort to clench more tightly around Eric, wanting to send him over the edge.

His hips jerked of their own accord and Eric swore softly. "Not yet, love. It's my turn to tease you." Moving his hips slowly, he started up another hard driving rhythm as he worked at bringing Kitten to hardness again.

"Ugh..." Cillian managed, arching against Cillian. "Thought you...needed...to come," he gasped, nails digging hard into the man's broad back.

"I do, but you are far too tempting to let it be over immediately." He grinned and thrust again, as hard as before and unrelenting...over and over he stroked Kitten's prostate in order to taunt and tease him to hardness again.

"Oh god..." Cillian groaned as Eric started to fuck his over sensitive body again at the same brutal pace. Despite quite a bit of inner protest, his cock was already hardening, though he knew there was no way he'd be coming as quickly as he had before. He was simply too spent, but loving every moment.

The fact that Kitten was hardening surprised Eric. He was certain that he'd worn the boy out and that he would have ended up coming without him. But, the renewed interest by his body, however little it might be, made Eric determined to give Kitten as much pleasure as possible. The cock ring cut into his cock even as he pounded hard into his lover and Eric knew it was going to hurt to come.

"Hurts...fuck...yes!" Cillian screamed out, fingers still scrabbling at Eric's back. "Oh...oh god..." He clenched around the man, bucking beneath him.

"Come on, baby...my Kitten. Want to see you come...need to feel it one more time." Eric bucked and thrust into his lover, tilting Kitten's hips to hit his prostate over and over. He cried out himself as his balls tightened, the cock ring constricting him painfully already.

Whimpering, Cillian just let go, just sank into everything--still not quite able to believe his body was still responding so intensely to Eric after all he'd put it through. He let out a scream as his vision went white and he felt his orgasm ready to rip from his body.

The sound was enough and Eric pounded into Kitten a few more times, before his body went rigid and he screamed out his release. Hand still moving on Kitten, he pulled and stroked his lover over the edge, panting in his ear as his forehead dropped to the pillow.

With a scream of his own, Cillian came, completely overwhelmed by everything as he clung to Eric, panting and half sobbing.

Pulling himself out of Kitten, one arm still around his lover, Eric tore off the cock ring with a moan and dropped a kiss to Kitten's shoulder. His hand came back up to stroke over Kitten's hair and back, soothing and gentling him as he came down off the incredible evening.

"Oh god..." Cillian clung to Eric, just trying to get control of his body again, needing the contact and snuggling close.

"My beautiful, perfect Kitten." Rolling them slowly over, Eric lay back on the bed and tugged Kitten up and over him, cushioning him with his body even as he continued to stroke his back and cradle him close. "So unbelievably lovely."

"And evil?" Cillian giggled, nuzzling and licking at Eric's throat, loving the feel of the solid body beneath him. "Love you."

"Definitely evil." Chuckling along with him, Eric groaned and tilted his head. "Love you, too, my little minx."

September 4th and 5th, 2006. French Quarter (Oz) and Garden District (Eric's residence). NC-17.

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 18:14:59 GMT

September 4th and 5th, 2006. (Takes place the night of the 4th and morning/afternoon of the 5th)

Cillian Murphy (prettycillian) and Eric Bana (mechanicbana).

Eric's first time seeing Cillian at Oz and then back at Eric's.
French Quarter (Oz) and Garden District (Eric's residence).
NC-17.

Cillian hadn't been this nervous before a performance in a very long time. Even at his audition, his nerves hadn't been quite so bad. However, tonight was different, Eric was in the audience and while he knew the man already accepted every part of him, it still made him jittery, knowing that his lover would be watching him on stage for the very first time.

Looking in the mirror, Cillian wished Ioan was working tonight. Why had he asked Eric to come on a night when his friend wouldn't be working? Then Cillian remembered, he had wanted Eric to only deal with one thing at a time, and while he loved Ioan dearly, he knew the other young man could come on very strong. The boy smiled a bit at the thought of him.

Touching up his lipstick, Cillian glanced at the clock. Nearly time to go on. He stood, smoothing at his deep blue evening dress and patting at his blond hair. He gave his reflection a serious once over, wanting to look the best he ever had on stage for Eric. Taking a deep breath, he moved towards the door as his five minute warning was called.

Eric sat about midway back from the stage, close enough to see and for Kitten to see him, but not so close that he'd be distracting. Smoke curled lazily around him from a man nearby and he grinned as he sipped at his whiskey. The atmosphere and attitude was right for enjoying the finer things in life, including watching his lover on stage. Watching the crowd around him more than the other performers, Eric had been slightly amused at their enthusiasm. While the boy on stage was okay, he was in no way as convincing or beautiful as Kitten.

The lights came up as the previous act left the stage and Cillian peaked out from the curtains, finally spying Eric and smiling nervously to himself. As he was announced, the crowd went into a bit of an uproar and his smile widened. Yes, this was tiring, and maybe the enthusiasm for it wasn't as strong as it used to be for him, but the roar of the crowd was still heady.

Taking the stage, Cillian moved with a fluid, effortless grace, thanking the crowd demurely and holding Eric's gaze briefly, winking before he turned away. As the lights dimmed, save for the colored lights on his slender form, Cillian began to sing his signature song.

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he

The sound of his lover's husky voice had Eric shifting in his seat. Kitten was a radiant vision, shimmering as he moved and capturing the undivided attention of every man in the room. His heart swelled in the knowledge that this man was his lover, that he was the one Kitten wanted to come home to.

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing you’ll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return."

As the music swelled, Cillian looked upon Eric with a little smile playing on his painted lips before continuing the song.

His smile widened as Kitten acknowledged him in the audience. Wetting his lips, he leaned forward...the smoke and his drink forgotten.

"The greatest thing you’ll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return."

As the song ended, the crowd was on its feet.

Eric led the applause, whistling and clapping for his lover. He was blown away.

Cillian smiled and blew Eric a kiss as his lover cheered, having never felt more proud of a performance in his life. He allowed himself a brief pause before launching into the rest of his set. While a lot of the other performers were exceedingly flamboyant, Cillian's set was different--it had a more bluesy, jazzy feel to it.

He settled into the fluid sound of the music, watching the way Kitten lost himself to the sounds and the rhythm. It was enticing to watch and he was proud that so many people enjoyed the show. Though, if he had to be honest, there were twinges of jealousy that these men were watching him so closely.

Finally, with another thank you as he ended the song, Cillian closed his first set of the night--already exhausted, though the smile never left his face and he held his head high as he exited the stage.

Eric slammed back his drink before making his way over to the door that led backstage. Smiling at the bouncer, he presented the man with a note for Kitten and waited to be let back in.

The bouncer took the note and it was passed quickly to Cillian and a few moments later, the door reopened and Eric was shown backstage and led to the dressing room.

He followed the man inside, winding his way to the dressing room and eyes lighting as he spotted his lover. Making his way to Kitten's side, he presented him with a gorgeous bouquet of exotic flowers and a shy, tiny smile.

Cillian's eyes lit up when he saw Eric, going a little wide when he saw the flowers. "Oh!" he nearly squealed, taking them and taking a delicate sniff before pressing against Eric for a kiss. "Thank you, they're beautiful!"

"Not half as beautiful as you." His arm curled around Kitten, holding him close as he deepened the kiss slightly. Pulling back as he panted, Eric grinned. "You were amazing, love...just absolutely stunning up there."

Blushing, Cillian curled his fingers in Eric's shirt. "Really? Thank you..." He pressed close for a moment longer. "You don't have to stay for the second set if you don't want to though."

"Like you could send me away now," he chuckled softly and tightened his arm. "I have to make my claim known. There were far too many men out there wanting you for my comfort." He softened his words with a wry smile, letting Kitten know that he wasn't worried and that he knew that Kitten wanted him.

"Silly man," Cillian said fondly. "But I'll be glad to have you out there. I was so nervous before, but now I'm not!"

"I'm glad. There's nothing to be nervous about. I enjoyed watching you up there...I only wish that I had sat closer." He chuckled again and dipped his head for a kiss. "I won't keep you, though. I know you have to be ready for the next set." Regardless of his words, Eric didn't let go just yet.

"You can sit closer this time," Cillian purred, nuzzling against Eric. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He pressed a kiss to the man's throat.

Humming at the touch, Eric blushed. "If I can manage a seat with the crowd all pining for you." His eyes slid shut and he pressed a kiss to his lover's forehead. "Come home with me tonight?"

"They can pine all they want, only one of them gets me," Cillian said with a smile. "I'd love to..." He kissed Eric again. "Now...I really should touch up my make up. You're welcome to stay and watch."

"As long as the one is me, then that's alright." He grinned at the invitation and nodded. "I enjoy watching the processes you undertake with Kitten." As he followed his lover, Eric adjusted himself in his jeans as he watched his lover sway.

"Of course you're the one," Cillian winked, taking a seat at the dressing table again and smiling at Eric's reflection. "And I love that you just like to watch...though I worry you'll get bored."

He shook his head as he leaned close enough to watch, but not be in anyone's way. "I could never tire of watching you." And, it's the truth, as was the fact that Eric had not even looked at or noticed another man in the room since his eyes had fallen on Kitten.

Still blushing, Cillian touched up his lipstick. "You make me feel so special...like no one else even exists..."

"They don't." He grinned at Kitten and moved even closer, standing just behind his lover's seat. "You are the only one I see." Eric slid a finger over Kitten's shoulder and up to the side of his neck. "Everyone else dims to gray compared to you."

Twittering a bit, Cillian's hand fluttered to his throat as he blushed more. "If you keep that up, I'll be hard pressed to go back on stage," he purred.

"We can't have that now can we." His head dipped down and he sucked a light mark directly behind Kitten's ear, covering it with a curl. "I'll head back out front, let you finish freshening up." Kissing his lover a last time on the top of his head, he grinned and made his way back to his seat.

Watching Eric go, Cillian had to shake himself a bit before he could turn back to the mirror and actually continue with getting ready. Shaking his head at himself, he laughed.

Settled in a closer seat, Eric looked out over the crowd. The men were getting restless waiting for Kitten, which in turns, made Eric proud and jealous. He laughed at himself and shook his head at the folly of that. Kitten wanted him and he knew it and that was the end of that. As the music started again, he pushed all other thoughts from his head and concentrated on the stage.

Kitten once again took the stage, launching into his set. While he did make eye contact with Eric, he also paid close attention to the rest of the audience, knowing it was important. He loved performing, loved being on stage, but some nights the audience wanted more than he had to give. Tonight felt like one of those nights. By the time he was finished, he was ready to drop...beyond exhausted and wanting nothing more than to just crawl in bed and sleep. With a kiss to the audience and a wink to Eric, he moved backstage.

Eric squinted as he lover left the stage. He's noticed a slight droop to Kitten's shoulders and an almost languid quality to his farewell. Now, he'd never been to see his lover perform, but he'd done nothing but watch Kitten for weeks now and that did not seem to be normal for him. Rising, he strode to the back door and smiled his thanks as the guard let him pass. Eric walked to Kitten's dressing area and waited, watching him closely.

Already seated at the dressing table, Cillian was removing his wig and he offered Eric a soft smile. "Still here I see," he teased. "Give a girl a ride home? I won't be but a minute..." He knew he didn't have to ask, the odds that Eric would let him walk out of here alone were very poor indeed. And tonight, he was glad for that, as the thought of making the trek home on foot was not an appealing one.

"Of course. I'm not letting you out of my sight again this evening." He smiled softly and watched the transformation as it progressed. The fact that Kitten seemed to have forgotten that he would be going home with Eric worried him a bit. Up close, his tiredness was even more apparent and Eric bit his lip at the idea of Kitten overworking himself.

Rising, Cillian changed into street clothes--the last bit of his energy starting to wan. Thank god that had been the last set. Sliding his sandals on and reaching for his handbag he smiled. "Ready?"

Eric moved to his side. "Whenever you are." With a grin, he tucked his lover into his side and walked him out to the car, holding to door as he always did and making his way around to the driver's side. "Do you need anything from your place or are you good to come straight to mine?"

"Let's go straight to yours," Cillian responds, head resting against the glass of the window, legs tucked up beneath him.

"You can settle in and relax, we'll be there shortly." Eric eased them into the traffic and glanced over at his tired lover. "Do you work tomorrow night?" If Kitten was not working, then Eric planned to pamper and spoil him...making sure he got enough rest.

"What? Working? Yeah..." As Cillian continued to talk, he suddenly dropped off mid-sentence, eyes closed and sound asleep.

Turning to look at Kitten, Eric wondered why he had stopped speaking. When he saw his lover asleep against the door, his jaw hardened and he drove home with hands clenched on the wheel. The exhaustion creeping over Kitten had been coming on for a time now and he didn't know what to do...how to help. With a sigh, he cut the engine and reached out to shake Kitten awake. "We're home, love. Time to wake up and come inside." He paused a moment, shocked that Kitten was so soundly asleep. "Kitten?"

Cillian stirred a bit, but otherwise remained asleep--having dropped deeply into slumber between his tiredness and the lull of the car ride.

Eric sighed and pushed his door open. The fact that Kitten wouldn't wake bothered him more and more as he made his way to opening the door. Carefully, he scooped his lover in his arms and shut the car door, carrying him up the walk and into the house. Without pausing, he thanked his habits of leaving a light on which made it easy enough for him to make his way up to his room without difficulty. He placed Kitten on the bed, stripped his clothes from him and tucked him under the covers before he moved about the house closing it down for the night.

Curling into the blankets, Cillian snuffled softly then grew still, never having fully awakened even as he was being moved from the car to the bed.

Eric watched Kitten as he stripped out of his own clothes. Frowning at how deeply his lover slept, he climbed into bed naked and turned out the lights before tugging his lover tight into his side. It was a wonder to him still how much better he slept with Kitten tucked in close. Kissing his temple, he whispered, "this can't go on. I need to figure out how to take better care of you."

When Eric reached for him, Cillian instinctively curled against him, wrapping around the larger man like a limpet.

The next morning

Rolling in the bright sunlight, Eric groaned softly. He felt Kitten still tucked into his side and he sighed in happiness, one hand trailing over his soft skin. With a kiss to the top of his head, he slid out of the bed and padded downstairs to cook up some breakfast, the only meal he could really make. Thirty minutes later, he had a tray laden with omelets, juice and fruit as he headed back to the bedroom. "Kitten. Time to wake up, love."

Still deeply asleep, the smell of food started to wake him as Eric entered the room. He made a soft, squeak of a noise as he stretched, toes pointing down as his eyes blinked open. A look of confusion crossed his face though as he had no memory of getting to Eric's, much less getting undressed and to bed.

Eric chuckled at the cute noises Kitten made when he woke. "Good afternoon." He'd been shocked to find that they'd both managed to sleep past noon, but was in no doubt that Kitten had needed it. "You fell asleep in the car last night, so I carried you to bed and tucked you in." He grinned and flourished the tray, placing it on the bedside table. "And now you have breakfast."

"Oh," Cillian frowned, then: "Oh!" A smile spread across his face as Eric presented his breakfast. "Aww..thank you..." He held out his hand to Eric. "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you--is it really afternoon already?"

"It is afternoon and don't you think a bit about it." Eric placed the tray in Kitten's lap and climbed onto the bed, settling against the intricately carved headboard. Leaning over, he pressed a soft kiss to his lover's cheek. "We both needed the rest, so the time hardly matters...except in relation to your work tonight." He picked up a plum, taking a juicy bite before he grinned at Kitten.

"God," Cillian said, voice suddenly husky as he saw the juice on Eric's mouth and chin. Leaning up and over, he licked delicately at the juice, hmmming happily at the combined flavors. "I love plums..." he responded with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "And yes, I was tired...I just hate to sleep the day away when I have to work, especially when I'm with you."

I hate to see you so tired that you do sleep the day away. "We have this afternoon and I'll drive you to the club, so we can spend as much time together as possible." He cupped a hand behind Kitten's head, holding him in place as he smeared the juice from the plum over his lover's lips.

"I like the sound of that..." Cillian managed before the plum touched his lips, a soft moan escaping as they parted and tasted the juice. "You're like a drug," he laughed.

"Good, then you'll always need to come back for more." Eric groaned low at the glistening juice on Kitten's lips, leaning in and taking his mouth hotly. His fingers threaded through his lover's hair as he pulled back to rest their foreheads together. "Breakfast first...don't want the omelets getting cold." Panting, he grinned and settled back again, reaching out to put a plate in front of Kitten. "Eat up...you need to strength."

Laughing softly, Cillian took the plate with a quiet thank you, eying the plate before taking his fork up delicately and trying a bit. "You didn't tell me you could cook," he commented once he had swallowed.

"I can't. Not really...what you have and pancakes are about the extent of it." Eric grinned as he took his own bite of breakfast, much less finesse in the process. While he appreciated Cillian's manners and delicacy, he'd never been like that in his life.

"Well, that's something...and knowing how to make breakfast can be a fabulous thing indeed...especially when you bring it to me in bed," Cillian responded matter-of-factly.

"Making breakfast has kept me from starving a time or two." He grinned and winked at Kitten. "I should do it more often. You deserve breakfast in bed every day."

"You're too sweet to me," Cillian twittered, hand going to is throat.

"Not nearly enough." He grinned and tugged Kitten's hand to his lips. "I like having you here, like spoling you."

"I like being here..." Cillian admitted. "It...feels like home..." He blushed at the admission, looking down.

Eric flushed as well, pride in his home blending into a desire for Kitten to belong there...to live with him. "I'm glad it does. I want you to feel as though this is your home as well...to come and go whenever you like." He reached out and tipped Kitten's face up to his. "You are a part of my life and that means you are a part of my home."

Looking up into Eric's dark eyes, Cillian tried to contain the words that had been floating around in his mind, but he found he couldn't and before he even had a say in the matter, they were out. "I love you..." the words were spoken quietly and the young man looked down again, terrified of what might happen next.

He blinked, stunned and yet so happy. Tilting Kitten's chin up again, he let the man see his delighted smile before he brushed a sweet kiss over his lips. "I love you, too, my beautiful Kitten." Eric whispered the words over those silken lips before claiming them in another kiss.

The relief that swept through Cillian was enough to make him lightheaded. It was so soon, he'd been afraid that Eric wouldn't feel the same; would get upset. Shifting, he crawled into Eric's lap, not caring if he upset the food in the process.

Eric wrapped Kitten in his arms, holding him as close as possible. "It's okay, love." He was free to say that and the relief was great. No more worrying about pushing Kitten too fast or saying too much. "You belong right here."

It was true, Cillian had never felt he belonged somewhere as much as he felt it in Eric's arms. Yes, he'd felt that belonging at Oz, among his family there--but it was a different kind of belonging, nowhere near as intense or encompassing.

Settling into the warm embrace, Eric closed his eyes and rested his head on Kitten's. For the first time in a long while, he felt the bindings on his heart stretch and break. He belonged to Kitten and after years of protecting himself from his feelings, the man had found his way in and taught Eric how to love him. "I love you."

"Say it again?" Cillian whispered, raising his head to look up at the man, smiling softly. He stroked Eric's face.

"I love you, my Kitten." Eric's eyes held Kitten's, wanting his lover to see the promise, the sincerity in them as he said the words a second and third time. "And, I'll keep telling you just how much every day."

"I'll hold you to that," Cillian purred, nuzzling against Eric. "Because I love you too...and I like being yours. I've wanted to be yours since I first saw you. So strong and yet gentle and the way you touch and speak to me. I knew I wanted to be yours." He reached a hand between their bodies and pressed a hand over Eric's groin. "I knew I wanted you to do dirty things to me."

Eric choked at the last words, a low groan rumbling out at the feel of Kitten's hand and the thought of doing those dirty things with him, to him. "I think I was yours the minute I looked into your eyes." He flushed slightly, blaming it on the arousal growing swiftly in him. "You make me want things I haven't wanted in a long, long time."

"Good..." Cillian responded, breath ghosting across Eric's lips. "Because I want those things too. I'm yours as long as you'll have me and I'll make you happy, I'll take care of you." His blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he slid down Eric's body so more than his hand could be granted access to the thick cock that he loved so much. Dipping his head, Cillian's full lips wrapped around the head and his tongue swirled.

"Oh God!" Eric's hand twined in Kitten's hair, sliding through the silky strands even as he arched up in response to the gorgeous wet heat surrounding him. "I have no doubt that you will make me happy and take care of me. You have done that since the night I met you." His legs stretched out, feet flexing in response to the desire rising through them and curling in his cock.

It was Cillian's goal to render Eric incapable of coherent speech before all was said and done. Deep throating the man, he pulled back with a light drag of teeth, nipping teasingly at the head of his cock before nuzzling lower, tongue lapping against his balls. "Now, the decision you have to make is whether you want to come with my lips stretched wide around your cock or with your cock balls deep in my arse, with me screaming for more..."

"Ngh." All he could do was grunt at the thought. Finally Eric looked deep into Kitten's eyes. "I want to be in you, so deep you still feel me on stage tonight...knowing that you are all mine." His hand tugged at Kitten's hair. "Come up here. I want you to fuck yourself on me, want to see how much you like my being deep inside you."

One last kitten lick to Eric's cock and Cillian slid back up his body. "One condition," he said, voice husky and just a touch nervous as he tweaked one of Eric's nipples.

An eyebrow raised slowly as Eric looked at Kitten. "A condition? I don't know..." He trailed off and finally broke into a smile. "Anything you want is yours, my Kitten. All you have to do is ask."

"Have you been with anyone else since you met me?" He asked, hands flat on Eric's chest, arse grinding against his cock a bit. "And if you haven't, do you intend to be?"

"No...no one since I met you and I have no intentions of being with another person so long as you are in my life." Eirc looked up at Kitten, deadly serious as his hands covered Kitten's on his chest. "There is no one but you."

"I feel the same way," Cillian replied softly. "And...I'm clean, I get tested every month. I...I want you inside of me with nothing between us."

"God, yes, Kitten." Eric's eyes slid shut as he took a few deep breaths, trying to control himself. "I'm clean, tested awhile ago, but after the last time I had sex. I want to feel you so badly."

"Then that's my condition," Cillian murmured, nuzzling against Eric. "I want you inside of me, just you, nothing else."

"Then, get up there, you little imp. I meant what I said; I want to see how much you want me." It was going to be much harder for him to hold on if he was going to be able to feel Kitten. However, Eric had great reserves of willpower and was determined that Kitten would get the fucking he wanted.

"Do you want to watch me prep myself?" Cillian asked demurely, lashes lowering. "Or do you want me tight and hot for you?" He ground down against Eric again.

"If you can handle hot and tight, then that's what I'd prefer." Eric groaned and arched up against Kitten. "But, your safety is more important. Prep if you think it might be too much today." The last thing he wanted was to hurt his lover in his desires.

"I think it's exactly what I want today..." Cillian responded, leaning over Eric to grab the lube and slick his lover's cock--no condom. He shivered, gripping the base as he lifted himself off of the man. Slowly, he lowered himself again, moaning as he felt the tip press against his hole.

Eric almost bit through his lip as he held himself steady. It was one of the hardest things he'd done in his life. Every instinct screamed at him to grab Kitten and thrust up hard. But, Kitten was in control of the penetration, especially without any prep. He groaned low, panting slightly as his cock pressed against the sensitive flesh. "Oh good Christ. Kitten...you're going to kill me."

Cillian laughed softly, the sound turning into a low, labored moan as the head of Eric's cock finally slid into his body. He trembled with the effort to hold still, to not take the thick length all in one motion. "OH god..." he gasped.

A muffled curse echoed through the room as the head of his cock popped through the resistance and was surrounded by the molten heat of Kitten's body. It was only marginally different from all the other times they'd had sex, yet it was worlds away in sensation. Eric panted in response, his hips flexing slightly with the urge to thrust.

Trying to keep some kind of control on himself, Cillian shook as he slowly lowered himself until Eric was fully seated inside of him. He'd never felt anything so intense or personal. Shifting, he moaned as his prostate was brushed just so and his body clenched around Eric. Nails digging into the man's chest where hands rested, Cillian nearly whimpered, overcome by all the sensations.

"Oh love...so good." Eric's eyes were closed, a half grimace on his face as he worked hard to keep still. It was Kitten's show and he'd be damned if he did anything to ruin it or hurt his lover, but for the first time in a long time...Eric had difficulties holding onto to his iron control. His hips shifted slightly, pressing up before he pulled them back to the bed. "Come down here, please...I need a kiss from you."

"Oh god...yes...please move," Cillian whimpered as he leaned down, bringing their lips together in an already breathless kiss as he moved just a bit on Eric, moaning into the other man's mouth.

Eric shifted his hips up and down a few times, rocking them together and apart in a teasing imitation of what he really wanted to do. "Come on, Kitten, move with me, love. I want to see what you want, what you can take for me."

"Anything," Cillian gasped, moving with Eric as bid--increasing his pace just a bit. "Won't...break," he ground out, tightening his body around Eric's cock.

"Oh, yes, I know you won't." He chuckled and thrust up hard. "I love the fact that I can fuck you into oblivion and you just want more." Bracing his feet, Eric snaps his hips up hard, once and then twice before grabbing Kitten's hips and yanking him down hard. "Oh, Christ!"

Letting out a cry of course, Cillian's back arched as he held onto Eric, meeting the almost violent thrust eagerly and with just as much force. "Yes!" he exclaimed. "Oh god..."

"I want to see you come undone for me." Tightening his grip, Eric pulled his hips back into the bed and then thrust hard into Kitten. He repeated the movement, over and over, watching the way his lover blossomed and trembled above him. A gorgeous sight to behold.

The hard pace gave Eric exactly what he wanted as Cillian started to come apart at the seams, screaming out as his orgasm ripped through him, body shuddering and clenching as he came, a sobbed breath escaping.

As hard as he tried to hold on, Kitten's orgasm proved too much for Eric and he cried out harshly as his body arched hard and high. He flooded Kitten with his orgasm, pumping into his lover for the first time and the heat of it rushed around him causing a low moan to escape through his gritted teeth.

Gasping for breath, Cillian collapsed forward over Eric, but still held the man's cock inside of his body. "That was..." he tried, but couldn't even form the words.

"I know." It's all Eric said, all he needed to say. His arms came up to cradle Kitten against his chest, legs drawing up to keep him settled against his hips. "I've never felt anything so intimate as that...not ever."

"No," Cillian agreed, nestling against his lover, feeling safe and protected. Kissing the man's throat, Cillian was absolutely on cloud nine.

Pausing, he cuddled Kitten in closer. "In light of the developments in our relationship..." Eric grinned and dropped a soft kiss on Kitten's temple. "I want you to have a key to my house, so you can come and go as you like. This is your place now, too."

Lifting up a bit, Cillian's eyes widened. "Really?" he asked, voice quiet, amazed.

"Yes, really." Eric grinned and tilted his chin up. "I want you to feel free to come and go, to be here if and when you want. I love you and you are mine now."

Beaming, Cillian kissed Eric soundly. "And I want you to feel the same at my flat. I want you to have a key as well."

Eric hummed into the kiss. "Then. we'll get them made before you go to work tonight." He rolled them to the side and curled Kitten into his embrace. "For now, I just want to hold you."

"Mmmm I like the sound of that," Cillian purred happily.

August 30th, 2006. Eric and Cillian (Dom). Cillian's first time at Eric's home. NC-17 w/bondage

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 15:31:32 GMT

August 30th, 2006.
Eric Bana (mechanicbana) and Cillian Murphy (prettycillian), with a brief appearance by Dominic Purcell (ticklingivory).
Cillian's first time at Eric's home.
Takes place in the French Quarter at Lafitte's and then Eric's residence in the Garden District.
NC-17 with light bondage.

Eric sat at the bar, drinking the beer Dom had so thoughtfully put in front of him before he even opened his mouth to order. That was the best part of a local drinking place, you're home away from home...they know what you want, what you like. His home away from home had changed, though. Now, he spent more time at Kitten's flat than anywhere besides his own home. And those nights were usually when Kitten was at the club. Eric had yet to see him there, had yet to venture to the club. It really was only a matter of time, but tonight he waited for Kitten to come to him. He grinned into his beer as he thought of his lover and glanced at the clock, wondering how quickly Kitten could get there from Oz.

"Let me guess," Dominic drawled, grinning as he wiped down a glass. "You're waiting on a certain dark haired, blue eyed beauty?"

Blushing, he nodded. "That I am. And I have you to thank for it." Eric grinned up at his mate and nodded. "He's right perfect for me and we've had a wonderful time getting to know each other." He looked at the clock again. "Should be here any time now."

"Aren't you glad you listened to me?" Dominic said smugly. "I told you, I know people. Ah look..." Motioning with his head, Dominic indicated where Cillian had just come through the door.

Cillian was still dressed from the club, though he had put on something a little more...conservative...as far as clothing went, he still wore the blond wig and make up. Making his way over, high heels clicked on the floor as he smiled and gave Dominic a little wave, sidling up next to Eric. "Hello big boy."

Eric grinned as he turned and watched Kitten approach. "Hello Kitten." Tugging his lover in close, Eric dipped his head for a kiss before standing to help Kitten onto the stool. He wasn't entirely happy that Kitten had walked over at this hour in his outfit...too many people around who might try to take advantage, but that would be a topic for another day. "What can our lovely bartender get you?"

Dominic rolled his eyes, but sat the club soda with a dash of lime in front of Cillian, knowing this time of night after the show the boy wouldn't want anything alcoholic.

"Thank you," Cillian said demurely once he was settled onto the stool, one hand on Eric's arm. "He knows me so well." He winked at Dom, and then turned his attention to Eric. "How are you?"

"Good." He grinned and covered Kitten's hand with his own. "Better now. How was the show?" Turning his head, he leveled a steely look at Dom. "Not a word, mate."

Dominic just sniggered, holding his hands up before he moved away.

"It was wonderful, if a bit tiring," Cillian responded. "Multiple sets take so much out of you..." He smiled, sipping his drink. "Have you been here long?"

"A bit. I stopped in to chat with Dom before you got here." He would sip at his own drink, but Eric was not about to let Kitten's hand go...not just yet. "Do you have to do multiple sets?" As usual, he wanted to do whatever made things easier for Kitten.

"Well, have to do may be a strong way to put it...but some nights yeah, it really depends on what is going on. And the money is always a good thing," Cillian smiled. “And we’re a touch short staffed right now.”

Eric nodded, wanting to tell Kitten to not take the extra shows if he didn't have to. But, it wasn't his place and he didn't want to sound as though he knew better. One thing Eric realized was that Kitten could take care of himself. "Are you tired enough to want to go home? Or just move to a booth?"

"What about your home?" Cillian inquired, smiling sweetly at Eric. He still hadn't seen where the man lived; they always spent the evening and night at his flat.

Grinning sheepishly, Eric shook his head. All he could think of was the mess and the fact that he had nothing in the refrigerator for entertaining. "You don't want to go home? I just figure that you like being where you have the stuff you need." He wracked his brain trying to remember the last time he went shopping.

Cillian cocked his head to the side. "You don't want to go to your home?"

"Oh, not at all!" Eric looked horrified that Kitten might think that. "I just haven't planned for it and the place is not fit for a lady." He tilted his head and looked at Kitten beseechingly.

Giggling softly, Kitten stroked Eric's arm. "I don't mind. I just want to see where you live.'

"Just want to see where I live, huh?" He grinned at Kitten. "I suppose so, then...if you promise to not hold it against me." Eric lifted Kitten's hands to his lips for a kiss.

"Why would I hold it against you?" Cillian asked sweetly.

"Because if I had time to do it right, it would be done up right for you." He grimaced as he envisioned the unused rooms with dust covers on the furniture. "So, at least for this time, you'll have to forgive me." Eric turned to Dom and waved him over to pay their tab, before escorting Kitten out of the bar and to the street where his favorite car waited for them. Holding the door, he helped Kitten in and made his way to the driver's seat, heading the car to his home.

"Of course I'll forgive you," Cillian giggled, waving goodbye to Dom and admiring the car as he slid in. "This car is just amazingly beautiful," he commented, running his hands over the interior as they drove. "It suits you."

Eric grinned like a loon. "You think?" He ran his hand over the curves of the dash like a kid. "I've wanted one forever and managed to score it right before the hurricane. She's the prize of my collection." Grinning at Kitten, he shrugged sheepishly. Eric pulled up to his home, turning into the driveway and then into the garage before moving around and helping Kitten out. "Here goes nothing," he muttered under his breath.

"She is amazing, yes..." Cillian agreed, grinning as Eric helped him out. "I'm going to do to you like you do to me. Just calm down, take a breath and relax. It will be fine."

Chuckling, he tugged Kitten close, kissing him softly before taking his arm and leading him into the house through the kitchen. A soft light glowed in th homey room. It was obviously a well-lived in space with piles of mail and papers on the edge of the counter, a few dishes in the sink. Eric spent his mornings there, reading the paper and relaxing in the sunshine, at least he did before Kitten had come along. "Home sweet home."

Kitten looked around, taking in everything--tsking mentally at the dirty dishes and having to control the urge to walk over and wash them. He knew Eric would never allow it, or feel badly if he did. "It's you," he said thoughtfully.

"You think?" He grinned. "I guess it is...kind of messy and disarranged, but it’s home. You want the tour?" Eric flicked on the light switch and flooded the kitchen with a faint glow.

"Oh yes please, that would be delightful!" Cillian said, hand fluttering to his throat briefly as he smiled up at Eric. "I want to see where you live, your inner sanctum."

Eric tugged Cillian close for a kiss before grabbing his hand and moving through the main floor. "My office is through those doors, nothing crazy...kind of dark and homey and where I keep the paperwork for the repairs I do." Tugging Cillian through to the main dining room, he chuckled. "I've not had a meal in here yet, but it is nice to have...an option. The next room is one of the nicest." He led Kitten into the sitting room and had a sudden flash of his lover sitting there holding court as though he were a Southern Belle from ages ago. "The ladies' parlour."

"Oh yes, I just adore this house," Cillian twittered, mind still on that dining room. "And the things I could do with a dinner and that table! Oh my...even if it's just for us, we must use it one night..." Moving into the parlour, he touched this and that, loving the space.

"Of course we will." He watched Kitten wander the room with an urge to grab him close and take him where he stood. Shaking it off Eric held out his hand. "Come see the rest of the house."

Moving back to Eric, Cillian took the large hand and smiled. "Yes, please...I want to see the bedroom," he teased. "And where you work."

"Work'll have to wait for tomorrow...in the daylight." He had no plans of moving from that bedroom once he had Kitten in his arms. Holding him close, Eric led him up the grand staircase and onto the landing, opening the doors to the rooms as they passed by. "Two basic, but simple guest rooms with a shared bath between them. The last door leads to my room." He chuckled. "Well, suite actually. There's a Master bath, sitting room and the bedroom." With a sweep of his arm, he opened the door and stepped back for Kitten to enter.

The room was done in jewel tones with rich fabrics and an almost exotic, sultry feel. It had been designed to his exact specifications and reflected the passion inside. Eric loved his space, his room and spent a good deal of his non-working time holed up in the sitting room.

"Oh my," Cillian said, hand going up to his throat as he looked at the room, eyes wide. He's not sure what he had expected when he passed through those doors, but it wasn't this. Blinking, he moved around, touching this and that. "It's...oh Eric, it's beautiful," he said quietly.

Eric blushed. "You think so?" He breathed a sigh of relief, that Kitten understood and appreciated his space. With a grin, he moved into the room and wrapped himself around Kitten from behind. "This is my space in the house."

"It's all you," Cillian said, leaning back against the hard body. "But this...this is just wonderful. I already feel at home here..." He blushed at his own words, his assumptions. "Thank you for bringing me here."

"You're welcome and I really hope you didn't think I don't want you here." Eric turned Kitten in his arms, cupping a cheek to look into his eyes. "It..." he sighed. "It just doesn't feel right for you, not as it is...not all rambling and dusty and unused." He doubted that he was making any sense, but he could only hope that Kitten understood.

Cillian smiled, nuzzling into the touch. "It's where you live, that makes it right for me. Besides, you have me now, so I can remedy that very quickly if you'll let me."

He chuckled, dipping his head for a long kiss before pulling back to rest their foreheads together. "I'd like that...to have you put your mark on my home." Aroused by the thought alone, Eric scooped Kitten up and placed him on the king-sized antique four-poster bed, a hand trailing over his lover's side as he leaned in for a kiss.

"You would?" Cillian asked with a grin, arching into the touches and murmuring happily. Crooking a finger at his lover, he wiggled up the bed. "C'mon..."

Eric climbed on the mattress and crawled up the length, his body moving over Cillian with each movement forward until his body surrounded his lover, trapping him in on all sides. "You called?" He lifted his eyebrow with a grin and bent his head to nibble beneath Kitten's ear, the scent of him swamping Eric's senses.

Whimpering, Cillian arched up against Eric, loving how closed in he felt, arms coming up to stroke along the man's sides. "Yes..." he hissed softly, instantly hard and aching for his lover. Turning his head, he nipped at Eric's lips. "I want you to tie me up."

A low groan rumbled out as Eric's body shivered with desire. He moved his lips to devouring Kitten's, the moan vibrating on his lover's lips. "You do, do you?" he whispered before nibbling on the lower lip and dragging one hand up to cover his cock. "I think we ought to get you out of your nice things first. Would hate to ruin them." And if Kitten wasn't naked fast, Eric just might be tempted to rip the clothes right from his body.

Moaning, Cillian nodded...already scrambling to free himself from Eric so that he could strip down, hands shaking with desire as he moved--anticipation white hot in his veins.

Eric rolled free of Kitten and off the other side of the bed, his shirt dragging over his head and flying across the room as he began to dig in the locked trunk in his closet. Pulling out a few lengths of satin-wrapped rope, he grinned and locked the truck before turning back to watch Kitten disrobe.

Blushing and smiling, Cillian eyed the rope. "I can assume my request is not a shocking one then?" he purred, naked and hard before his lover in a matter of moments. He had hoped it was the reaction he would get, when he asked...the question having just...slipped out.

"Not in the way you mean." He chuckled low and moved back to Kitten's side, stroking his soft skin before wrapping his hand around the hard cock. "You can't begin to imagine the ideas I have running through my head now." Eric bent to kiss Kitten and get him settled on the bed. "Make sure this is comfortable." He looped the ropes around each wrist and secured them to the opposite sides of the bed, giving Kitten just enough room to wiggle his shoulders.

Moaning softly as he was bound, Cillian tugged lightly on the rope. "Oh..." he said, voice breathless. "Will you do all of them to me? If I beg prettily?" His voice was low, rough with arousal as he arched his hips, legs spreading and putting himself on display. "I'm at your mercy."

"I'll give you anything you ask for." He groaned at Kitten's obvious display for him. "You make me breathless." With a grin he climbed onto the bed and started his torment with light kisses dropped across his lover's brow, cheeks and then down his throat.

Whimpering, Cillian writhed beneath the touches, wrists pulling at the ropes as Eric tortured him. "Please..." he whispered.

"Tug all you want; you aren't going anywhere." He chuckled low, nibbling at Kitten's collarbone and then sliding lower to lap at his nipples. Eric's fingers trailed over Kitten's hip and reached to stroke his cock lightly.

"Oooh..." Cillian moaned out as Eric's large hand finally touched his cock, hips twitching up just a bit as his eyes slid closed. "God..."

He loved Kitten's response to him, so Eric continued to tease. He trailed those fingers up and down, sometimes firm and sometimes so light that it felt like he barely touched his lover. Dragging his tongue and lips lower, Eric nibbled at the curve of a hipbone, jutting out slightly. "So soft," he whispered.

"Not all of me," Cillian chuckled, hips twitching. "You're going to drive me crazy..." he moaned, shivering and shifting.

Laughing along, Eric nipped harder at Kitten's hip. "Your skin is soft...even there." With a grin, he turned his head to trail a long, slow stripe up Kitten's cock with his tongue. "And you taste good, too." He nibbled at the head, his fingers still trailing lightly over trembling flesh.

Cillian's hands flexed in the ropes as his body writhed beneath Eric as he just gave into all the sensations, enjoying them. "God, need you," he panted.

"And you'll have me," Eric murmured when he pulled back from teasing Kitten. "But first, I want all of you." Moving forward, he dipped his head and swallowed Kitten's cock as far down as he could get it, feeling the head bump the back of his throat. Eric closed his eyes and he suckled and swallowed and reveled in giving his lover this pleasure.

Whining with pleasure, Cillian's hips canted up, pushing his cock further into Eric's mouth as he felt the heat pool deliciously in his belly. "Ohh...."

He wanted all of Kitten and he wasn't going to stop until he got it. Redoubling his efforts, Eric sucked and teased, spread Kitten thighs wider and wider. He trailed his finger through the crease of Kitten's ass, stopping to tease lightly at the pucker...pressing against it, though not pressing in.

That gentle tease was all it took to send Cillian screaming into orgasm as his body convulsed, pulling hard at the ropes binding him.

Kitten's orgasm was a gorgeous sight to behold and Eric watched him from lidded eyes as he milked every last drop. He moved up and over Kitten sliding one arm under him to take some pressure off his arms and to hold him close. "So perfect, gorgeous, love." Eric rained kisses across Kitten's eyelids.

Gasping, trembling, Cillian pressed up and into Eric, wanting the contact as he was kissed...floating on his orgasm, totally content, but still wanting so much more, wanting everything.

"Let me get you down. Hold on just a moment." He reached up and tugged on the knots, glad that they slid as easily apart as they should. Eric scooped Kitten into his arms and tugged him to mostly sprawl over Eric's chest as he petted and stroked and held his lover close.

Groaning, Cillian curled against Eric, nuzzling and nibbling at his flesh. "That was..." he trailed off, lips closing around Eric's nipple and biting lightly.

Eric moaned at the soft scrape of teeth. "So good." Shifting under Kitten, Eric's arms held him close, cradling his body.

Pressing down, Cillian felt the man's hardness beneath him and he ground a bit. "There's still the matter of you..."

The moan whispered out as Eric reached to hold his hips still. "There's no hurry." His finger trailed down Kitten's face, eyes memorizing every millimeter of skin, texture, color. He tugged Kitten in for a kiss, a soft teasing and sensual kiss.

Kissing back hungrily, Cillian ran his hands down Eric's back, nails dragging lightly. "Mmm...you don't want to be inside of me?" he teased.

"God, do I." He grinned and ground their hips together with a groan. "I want to have all of you." With a grin, Eric grabbed a condom and rolled it on and then reached for the lube, slicking his fingers and teasing at Kitten's entrance as he continued to drag the kiss out.

Moaning and writhing, Cillian touched any part of Eric he could reach as he was tormented. "You have all of me!" he gasped, lips parted as he drew in a ragged breath.

"Glad to hear it." His finger slid into the heat, wriggling slightly and sliding in and out a few times before he slicked two and slid them in. "So tight, love."

Pressing down on Eric's fingers, Cillian wanted to beg, plead for the man to just take him; to enter him already and be done with it. "Please!"

Eric slid his fingers out, and lined himself up, pressing in immediately with a groan. "You are perfect, my Kitten." Sliding back out, he took a breath and then slammed in again, over and over, starting a punishing rhythm for them both.

Moaning softly, the sound turned into a keening cry of pleasure as Eric started to pound so hard into his body, bucking and clinging, nails dragging across the man's tanned skin.

He loved the way Kitten clawed at him and gave back as good as he got. Eric tilted his head to nip at Kitten's lips, moaning at the tight heat gripping him so strongly as he thrust in and out. The fact that Kitten was as eager for a hard rhythm as he was made Eric groan. Murmuring against his lips, he poured out thoughts he didn't know he had.

Letting himself go totally, Cillian just gave into everything he was feeling, the things Eric did to him, the way he made him feel. "Need...god...yes..."

"Come for me, love. Let me see it, feel it." He kissed his lover as he reached down to fist his cock, Eric's hips speeding up and driving them both higher and higher.

And with another harsh cry, Cillian came hard a second time, body convulsing beneath and around Eric as he shook with his orgasm--clinging to the man like his life depended upon it.

Cillian's body clenching around him was all Eric could take. He went rigid over his lover, crying out as he spurted into the condom between them. After a bit, he blew out a harsh breath and chuckled as he dropped his head to Kitten's shoulder. "You really are going to kill me, love."

Laughing breathlessly, Cillian petted at Eric, loving the weight of the body over him as he stroked his hands down his back.

Shuddering, he lowered his weight to his elbows and slid his hips back to pull out of Kitten, reaching down to deal with the condom and toss it in the bin near the bed before he settled back over his lover. Between nibbles, he murmured low, "So glad you're here...need you."

"Mmm...me too..." Cillian purred, wrapping himself around Eric and just nuzzling contentedly. "Aren't you glad you showed me your home?"

August 28th, 2006.Cillian and Eric. Talking about the past. Cillian's flat; French Quarter. R.

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 12:56:03 GMT

August 28th, 2006.
Cillian Murphy (prettycillian) and Eric Bana (mechanicbana). Talking about the past.
Cillian's flat; French Quarter.
R. (for conversation)

Eric groaned as he finished washing the last dish and passed it to Cillian for drying. "Looks like the kitchen is cleaned up and I am ready to retire to the couch and have you in my arms." He smiled at his lover and shut the water off, wringing out the rag.

"Hmm..." Cillian said. "How about the bedroom instead? I'd like to slip into something more comfortable..." Leaning against Eric, he smiled up at him.

"Your wish." He hugged Cillian in close and grinned as he leaned down and scooped him up. Eric loved that he could cart his new lover around as he chose. Entering the bedroom, he set Kitten back on his feet with a soft kiss.

Laughing softly, Cillian grinned as he was once again placed on his feet, smiling up at Eric. Moving over to the vanity in his bedroom, he took a seat upon the padded stool and looked into the mirror, smiling at his lover's reflection as he started to remove the barrettes from his dark hair.

Eric moved to the bed, stripping off socks and his shirt before dropping onto his side to watch Kitten. It surprised him sometimes at just how quickly he got used to seeing his lover dressed in feminine things only to strip out of them and come to bed a vision of a man. "You're so beautiful, Kitten." And I am so lucky.

Cillian blushed, hearing it from Eric still did that to him. He heard it all night long sometimes, when he worked at Oz, but it was different...it was all part of an act then, his act...the people that frequented the clubs. But with Eric...well... Smiling, he reached for a brush and brought it through his hair. "And you're handsome, the most handsome man I've ever seen."

"I doubt that." He grinned and just watched Cillian's movements, enjoying the fluid grace his lover possessed. "I'm just glad that you think so." Eric still couldn't get over his luck in going to Lafitte's that night and made a silent vow to go see Dom to thank him.

"You don't believe me?" Cillian asked with a coy smile. "I don't question you when you call me beautiful..." Laying the brush down, the young man reached for a headband to keep his hair away from his face so he could start to remove his make up. "I like having you here."

"That's because you are beautiful, stunning even." He chuckled and turned himself so he could see Cillian better. "I'm glad that you do. I've enjoyed being here with you." Eric winked at his lover. "You've gotten me out of my house more in the last couple of weeks than I had in the last several months."

"Well, then mission accomplished, aye?" Cillian responded with a raised eyebrow, teasing. "You shouldn't stay holed up all alone, it's not healthy. This way too I know you're eating because I feed you."

"That you do. And, if I'm not careful you'll get me another size or two." He was really only teasing, but it was a gentle fun way of spending time together. And Eric knew he was right, he had been a bit of a hermit. "And yet, I get the feeling that you are now spending more time in because of me."

"Now, now my food isn't so unhealthy that you'll put on the pounds," Cillian tsked, smiling. "Maybe I do a bit, but that's not a bad thing either. And my life really wasn't all that exciting, I promise. I just spent more time at the club even when I wasn't working, that's where my family is...that and a few other places."

"It's not unhealthy, I just eat a lot of it. And, believe me, I'm not complaining...especially if you promise I get to work them off with you." Eric winked at Cillian, rolling onto his stomach. "Tell me about the club, about your family there." He hesitated, then added, "I'd like to meet them some time."

"And they're dying to meet you, Ioey is anyway...I think you'll like him, he can be a bit much to take but I love him dearly. He and his Sir took me with them when we had to evacuate for Katrina," Cillian explained. "Ioey wouldn't hear of anything else happening. Oz and the people there have been home. Everyone is completely outrageous and over the top, and I wouldn't have them any other way. You're quiet though, and still...and I need that too."

Eric snorted. "Is quiet a way of saying I don't talk enough?" He winked at Kitten. "I'm glad you had someone to go with, someone to help keep you safe." Noting the Sir comment, he tucked it away for later thought. "I stayed on my property, kept watch over my land."

"No, it's a way of saying you have a stillness about you that I find comforting," Cillian responded with a blush, turning to face Eric. "You stayed in the city?"

He just nodded, knowing that people thought him crazy for it. "Ah, the stillness is an inherent trait if you listened to my mum. Apparently, I was the quietest baby ever." Eric's eyes twinkled as he thought of Kitten as a flamboyant young boy, running around wild in Ireland.

"Are you still close with your mum?" Cillian inquired quietly. He could imagine Eric now, quiet and observant as a child.

Eyes clouding over, he shook his head. "No," he whispered. "Both Mum and Dad were killed back home. It's why I left." Eric lifted his face to Cillian's. "They were wonderfully loving and supportive; I was lucky. What about your family? Do they miss you now that you live here?"

"I'm sorry," Cillian said softly. "About your parents." He shook his head a bit, turning back to his vanity and reaching for what he needed to start removing his make up. "No, I don't they think of me very much at all. Mum may, but I know Da doesn't."

"Thank you." Eric sighed, missing his parents was something he's gotten used to over the years. "And why's that? Does he not accept who you are?" The thought rankled him and he took a breath waiting for an actual answer before letting himself get upset.

Saying nothing for a few long moments, Cillian continued to remove his make up. "My Da and I never did get on very well, I was always too fey for him. I wasn't the boy he wanted. He beat me within an inch of my life once when he caught me trying on mum's clothes. In Ireland, I had learned to hide who I was, at least at home." Cillian's movements were sure, practiced as he removed the make up, watching Eric's reflection, but not meeting the eyes. "When I was barely seventeen, my Da met Kitten on her knees having...relations with a neighbor boy."

Finished with what he could do at the vanity, Cillian rose. "This time, he was intent on beating me past that inch of my life, but Mum stopped him. Of course though, he wouldn't have me under his roof any longer, I no longer existed to him." Slowly removing his clothing, Cillian took a step towards the bathroom. "Don't mistake me, I wasn't just slutting around with anyone that would have me, I thought he cared about me...but when I showed up after getting kicked out, of course he wanted nothing to with me."

Reaching out, he turned on the light. "I had friends in the States, here, so I got by how I could in Ireland--Dublin--for a few months until I could come here. I haven't spoken to my parents since that night."

All Eric wanted was to take Cillian into his arms, so that's what he did. He rose from the bed, crossed the floor in a few steps and wrapped himself around his lover, holding tight and keeping him tucked close. "I'm so sorry, love. Oh God, I'm so glad that you survived...that you made it here." He shuddered at the thought of Kitten's father beating him not once, but twice and with the intent to kill him. "You will never have to feel like that again."

Feeling a touch vulnerable, Cillian curled against Eric for a good long while. He had largely come to terms with his past, with his non-relationship with his parents, but talking about it too much could make him feel...off. He finally looked up, smiling softly. "That's one thing I don't tolerate...I like a bit of rough in bed..." he blushed. "But anyone that raises a hand to me never gets a chance to do it again." He paused. "I'm glad I made it here too, especially now."

"That's as it should be. Anyone ever does, I want you to tell me about it." He held Kitten close. "There's a world of difference in what happens in bed and what happens from someone who just wants to bully. I won't stand for you being hurt...not ever." Eric kissed the top of his head as he held him close.

Smiling despite himself, Cillian stroked his fingers along Eric's chest. "You make me feel safe," he admitted. "I never realized it was a feeling I was missing until I felt it with you."

"You are safe with me and I'm relieved that you feel that way." He took a breath and squeezed Kitten in closer. "I will do anything in my power to keep you safe and anything that is needed should you ever be hurt again."

"Well, I prefer to go on the assumption it won't happen..." Cillian said with a smile. "But I can't say I don't like the idea of having you around to ensure it."

"Your personal body guard." He shook his head, refusing to follow it up with a bad joke. "And, I'd rather go on the assumption that it won't as well." Eric kissed his head again. "Want me to let you get back to getting ready for bed?"

"I just need to wash my face," Cillian responded, nuzzling against Eric and smiling up at him. "Watching me get ready for bed must be terribly boring."

Eric shook his head with a smile. "It's not at all. In fact, I find it incredibly sexy." Grinning, he stepped back slightly to bow over and kiss Kitten's hand. "And what kind of a man would I be if I kept you? I'll be waiting back on the bed for you."

"And you have no idea how happy that makes me..." Cillian murmured demurely, then turned and went into the bathroom, smiling over his shoulder before half closing the door and turning the water on.

He moved back to the bed, lounging against the headboard and processed what Kitten had told him. He frowned at the thought of his Da and vowed to never let him near Kitten alone if they ever happened to cross paths. Kitten was far too precious.

When Cillian emerged, his face was freshly washed and he'd slipped into a flowing silk nightgown, smiling softly as he glided towards the bed. "What are you thinking about so hard?" he inquired.

Deciding that discretion was the better part here, he grinned. "Just thinking that I'd hurt anyone who hurt you." Eric chuckled low. "Sorry, can't quite let the irritation of that thought go yet." Opening his arms, he grinned. "Come settle in with me?"

Moving closer, Cillian reached out to touch Eric's face. "Don't," he said quietly, sliding onto the bed. "Don't let it darken your thoughts, I don't. It was a long time ago."

"I'll try." Eric pulled Kitten quickly, tugging him up and over his body. "I just can't bear the thought." His hand twined in Kitten's hair as he pulled him down for a thorough kiss, tasting everything about him.

Kissing back hungrily, Cillian shifted, pressing down against the strong body of his lover. "What matters is what is now," he stated once they parted.

"And now is damn good." He tugged Kitten up higher, letting his body cradle his lover. "I love being here with you; thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?" Cillian smiled, settling against Eric, loving how well they fit together.

"For giving me a shot and inviting me into your life." He'd never be able to tell Kitten just how glad he really was. "You've made life worth the risk again."

Blushing, Cillian smiled shyly. "I'm glad I was worth the risk. I don't...usually move this fast, I'm usually more careful..."

"Fast? I'm a tortoise. If it weren't for Dom, I'd never have spoken a word to you no matter the way you tempted." He tickled at Kitten's side. "I'm glad he pushed."

Giggling and squirming as he was tickled, he thwaped lightly at Eric's chest. "I thought you weren't interested...you just ignored me, hmph..." Cillian mock pouted.

"I couldn't imagine a gorgeous thing like you could be interested in rough ol' me." He grinned and trapped Kitten's hand to his chest, moving quickly enough to flip them over. Eric dipped his head for a kiss. "Still can't believe that you want me here."

Arching up, Cillian kissed back hungrily, chasing Eric's lips as he pulled back to speak. "Well, not all men are into something like me..."

"Their loss." It was all he had to say on that subject, so Eric lowered himself slightly and wriggled his hips between Kitten's thighs. "You're perfect." He kissed Kitten, long, slow and sensuously.

Cillian didn't know about that, but it mattered that Eric thought it. Bringing a slender leg up, Cillian rubbed against Eric's hip, drawing him closer, a hand sinking into his lover's thick hair.

Eric groaned at the tease, the enticing touch, thanking every deity he knew for the man in his arms. Letting himself settle over Kitten, he grinned. "I like how you feel beneath me...over me, all around me." With that, he proceeded to show Kitten just how much he meant it.

Aug 3, 2006. Eric Bana and Cillian Murphy. Dinner and More. Cillian's flat; French Quarter. NC-17

Sat, 12 Aug 2006 22:09:50 GMT

Takes place two days after this chat where Cillian and Eric meet.

August 3, 2006.
Cillian Murphy (c_murphy) and Eric Bana (mechanicbana) have dinner at Cillian's flat; French Quarter.
NC-17.

Eric climbed out of his car carrying the items he'd brought for Kitten, the sweltering heat of the Louisianna night pressing on him as he walked up to the door at the address Cillian gave him. He was nervous, unaccountably so in the face of a friendly dinner invitation. The only thing was that much more than dinner could happen there that night and that was what had Eric steadying his breath as he stood on the doorstep. A few breaths and moments later, he reached his hand up to knock on the door, settled back on his heels and waited.

Glancing at the clock, Cillian was impressed that a) Eric was on time and b) he'd pulled the near disaster of the afternoon up enough to have dinner not only ready on time, but to be presentable as well. His dark hair was pulled back with a pretty little barrette and he wore soft, silken pants that were a deep, midnight blue and a shimmery shirt of a paler blue, that highlighted his eyes perfectly. He'd lined said eyes with kohl as well--having resisted his impulse to dress in drag for the evening, not sure he was ready to chase Eric off yet. Granted, the man would need to know such things...

Glancing around his flat, Cillian was pleased--the lights were dim, but not too dim--showcasing the elegantly decorated space and the smell of homemade vegetarian lasagna and homemade garlic bread wafted through the rooms. Also on the menu was Greek salad and handmade baklava for dessert.

Drifting to the door, he opened it and smiled at the handsome, larger man.

Eric smiled back at the man before him, resplendent in his blue tones. The eyes made him groan, the gorgeous blue so well accented by color and liner. "Hey there," he presented the bouquet of wildflowers he'd stopped to buy along with a nice red wine as he'd been told they were having Italian. "These are for you."

Blushing and smiling wide with delight, Cillian took the flowers and sniffed them. "Thank you!" There was true delight in his voice as he drew Eric inside. "Dinner's ready, but it can keep if you'd like to have a drink first."

"A drink would be nice." It helped to calm Eric's nerves, to settle his stomach in the face of dinner alone and at home with Cillian. Normally a confident, self-assured man, he has found himself afraid of making a misstep and thus needing to take things slowly and absorb them fully as he goes.

"Preference?" Cillian inquired as he moved over to the little bar. "Or would you like to open the wine?" Feeling shy, but excited, he smiled and lowered his lashes briefly.

Eric huffed out a breath at the shyness, it made him feel surprisingly more at ease. "I think we should stick with the wine, as long as that is what you'd like to drink." Wine was less of a demon, an easier drink to consume and not find himself too drunk to remember to treat Kitten like he deserved.

"Wine it is then," Cillian nodded, reaching for the cork screw and two glasses. "Would you like to do the honors?" he inquired, holding it out to Eric with a demur smile.

Taking the bottle and the corkscrew, Eric smiled at Cillian. "Certainly." He took his time, settling the corkscrew and slowly twisting it in before pulling it out again with a satisfying little pop. Eric covered Cillian's hand around one of the glasses, filling it and then moving to the other glass. "All set then." With a nod, he placed the items on the bar and took his glass.

Watching Eric with the wine had Cillian's blood heating just a touch and he blushed as the large hand touched his. Taking his own glass, he raised it to his nose and took a little sniff, nodding approvingly. "Shall we toast?" He stepped closer, just a touch.

"A toast." Eric nodded and stepped in just a bit closer as well. "And what is that we are toasting, Kitten?"

"New beginnings?" Cillian suggested with a raised eyebrow.

"Now that is definitely a worthy toast." And one that I hope is so very true. Eric lifted his glass, sipping at the wine once and then again with his eyes locked on Cillian's. "And now, for something I have been wanting." Leaning down, Eric brushed his lips softly over Kitten's, licking lightly before settling his lips firmly against the other man's.

Letting out a soft little sound, Cillian pressed closer to Eric, lips parting for the kiss--having been wanting this himself. Careful not to drop his wine glass, he wrapped himself around the larger body.

Eric moaned softly as Cillian kissed him back. Finally, he pulled away and took Kitten's wine glass. He turned to put them on the bar as well and reached out to tug Kitten in closer. "Now for a real taste." Taking Cillian in his arms, he pressed light kisses on Kitten's lips before sliding his tongue between those lips, tasting him fully.

Whimpering into the kiss, Cillian wrapped his arms around Eric's neck and stood on tip toes. It was a long, searching kiss that left the young man breathless and aching for more.

The way Cillian moved into him had Eric's breath coming quick and shallow. After a few long moments of the kiss, he pulled back, held onto Cillian's arms and set the younger man back on his feet with a smile. "Okay...wow. Dinner, I think would be a good idea about now." His hands did not leave Kitten's arms as he spoke.

Smiling coyly, it took Cillian a few moments to get himself under control and nod. "Dinner, right," he agreed, licking his lips. He pressed against Eric briefly before moving into the kitchen. "Sit, sit," he bid the man, motioning to the well set dining room table.

Eric sat as instructed, blowing out a hot breath after Cillian had pulled away from him. "Are you sure I can't help you?" He noticed the wine glasses back on the bar, rose and retrieved them before sitting down again.

"Don't be silly!" Cillian called from the kitchen. "You are my guest and I have cooked you dinner, now you'll let me serve you!" Bringing out dishes, Cillian grinned at the man shyly. "I hope you like Italian."

"I love it...and I appreciate the trouble you went to for me." He still found it amazing that Cillian felt he was worth the effort and trouble. With a grin, Eric sat back and just smiled at Cillian, itching to get up and help him. "It all looks amazing, truly."

"Well, there's no meat--but I do make a delicious vegetarian lasagna, so hopefully that will make up for it." Sitting down the covered bread basket, Cillian whisks the bit of cloth away before his hand flutters to his throat. "Homemade bread, garlic. I have some regular if it’s not to your taste."

Eric just grinned at him, at the nervous fluttering and reassurances. It was obvious that Cillian had the same case of nerves he'd been battling. "Hey, do me a favor and come here for a moment."

Cocking his head to the side slightly, Cillian moved over to the man's side, smiling. "Yes?"

Tumbling him into his lap, Eric kissed the younger man soundly, arms wrapped tight around him. "Take a deep breath," he whispered across soft, full lips. "Everything is perfect and I will love every bit of it." He chuckled and gave Kitten another soft, slow kiss before he loosened his arms.

Cillian had no desire to move from his current position at the moment though. He curled in, enjoying the feel of Eric's solid body. "Deep breath, got it," he murmured, cheeks pink with his blush.

Eric stroked his back, one arm curling tighter again. "Deep breaths are always good." He could not help but chuckle softly before he leaned over and nibbled on Cillian's ear. Once they were on a level playing field, Eric's nervousness faded away and he turned just a shade more predatory toward Cillian.

Giggling breathlessly, Cillian loved that Eric could manhandle him--sometimes it was a bit unnerving, his slight build and height lending to being mandhandled, but sometimes...with the right person, it just made him feel safe and wanted. Smiling, he nuzzled close. "I thought we were eating dinner," he teased.

"We were until I realized how delicious you taste." Eric licked up the side of Cillian's throat, pushing his head to the side before he bit at the earlobe again. With a rumbling growl, he turned Kitten's head to devour his mouth again.

"Oh..." Cillian gasped, whimpering as he felt the teeth on his ear, letting the kiss drag him down--dinner forgotten. He clung to Eric, pressing as close as he could into the man, moaning as he felt the hardness of the man's cock beneath him.

Eric groaned right along with him, pressing his cock up against the boy as their desire spiraled out of control. Finally, pulling away from Cillian, he gasped. "Okay, goodness. I think that dinner has to happen now or it isn't going to happen for a good long time." He had to be honest with Kitten, to be certain the other man was interested.

Leaning forward, Cillian nipped at Eric's chin, then gave a little kitten lick. "First one appetite, then the other..." he purred.

"And which appetite first?" He chuckled, then moaned at the delicate lick on his chin, arms tightening around Kitten. The decision was entirely up to Cillian and Eric held on tight as he waited for that answer.

"Food," Cillian murmured. "We have all night for the other..."

"All right then." He leaned in one for last taste of Kitten's lips. "Off you go or I can't guarantee we'll ever get around to dinner." Eric grabbed Cillian's around the waist and lifted him up and off his lap, settled Cillian on his feet with a groan. "I think I'm going to need this food for tonight." It was said with a wink and a light caress over Kitten's hip.

Giggling again as Eric sat him on his feet, Cillian took his own seat. "Well, there's plenty for a midnight snack too..." He blushed at his own forwardness and assumption.

"That means I'll have to take you to breakfast in the morning." He winked at Cillian, his hand itching to trace that light blush. "That is, if you'll let me stay until then." He figured he knew the answer, but as always Cillian would have the last thing to say about that. "Now, where do I start?" he asked as he eyed the delightful spread on the table.

Blushing, Cillian's smile was delighted though at Eric's words. "Fine, I'll let you treat breakfast then," he concurred, nodding. "And we start with the salad, I'd imagine. Unless you prefer to do the meal backwards?" He raised one finely sculpted brow.

"Well now, it depends on what is backwards." he teased. "Other societies, such as the French, believe salad should come at the end of the meal to aid in the digestion of their rich foods." Eric winked at Kitten. "But, this is your meal, so salad is first."

"And I'm not French or even Cajun...I'm Irish...which means you should count yourself lucky you've got salad and not just steak and potatoes..." The young man winked back, and then rose so that he could serve the salad into the fine china bowls.

Eric laughed aloud, utterly charmed by the other man. "Steak and potatoes do just fine, but seeing as how you've only made and mentioned vegetable dishes, I'm going to venture a guess that you don't do steak and potatoes." He took his bowl as Kitten handed it to him, with a nod of thanks and light caress to Kitten's hand.

Blushing at the caress, he smiled as he took his own seat. "Potatoes yes, steak not so much...would you like to say grace?" Placing his napkin in his lap, Cillian was practically beaming--yes, he may dress as a woman and he may be gay, but he was raised catholic and still went to mass and confession.

Flushing, Eric shook his head. "It's been many a year since I've done that. Would you mind doing it?" He reached over to take one of Cillian's hands in his. "I'll be better prepared next time." That assumption was a huge one, but from everything they've mentioned Eric figured it was not a far off possibility.

Smiling, Cillian nodded, holding the hand in his as he bowed his head.

"Beannaigh sinn, a Dhia
beannaigh ar mbia agus ár ndeoch
Os tú a cheannaigh sinn go daor
saor sinn o gach olc. Amen

Smiling, Cillian opened his eyes and finally released Eric's hand. "Enjoy."

"That was beautiful." Eric let the hand go reluctantly and dug into the salad. Now that the nerves of the dinner date had abated, he was ravenous. He watched Cillian closely, the man's movements captivating to him. "Thank you, again, for inviting me over, for cooking for me."

Blushing, Cillian lowered his eyes, lashes a dark smudge on pale cheeks. "Well, it was as much for me as you but you're welcome." Cillian winked, and then went back to delicately eating his salad. "I love to cook, but I hate to cook for myself only."

"Well, since I don't like to cook at all, I can imagine not wanting to cook for just one." He grinned and continued eating the salad, enjoying every bite. "Do you cook every day?"

"Not every day, sometimes I'm just too bloody tired to do it," Cillian grinned, shrugging. "Or I'll cook enough for a few days, so it's a ready to eat meal when I get home. Now though I have someone to cook for, since you don't cook at all. That means you must live on take away and garbage, and that just won't do."

Eric thrilled to the idea that Cillian had thought of cooking for him more often. It meant the other guy had seen the same potential as Eric, had thought about them being together. Then, he shook that thought from his mind as wishful thinking and grinned. "I do eat a lot of take away or eat out." His grin was sheepish. "Not too much garbage in the house, though I looked at the fridge before I left and there was beer, burgers and water."

Cillian tisked at those words, shaking his head. "That's not food and man cannot survive on beer alone--if one must survive on something, why not a good wine?"

"Wine doesn't fill you up nearly so well as a good draft." Eric winked at Kitten, though he was quite serious about it. "I tend to do a good bit of grilling when I remember to come out of the shop and actually eat." He vaguely remembered finding a bag of salad that was months old at one point. "I'll have to rely on you to make sure I get my proper nutrition."

"I suppose that means I need to discover a few recipes with steak?" Cillian teased. "And a grill? That sounds exciting..." Blushing, Cillian continued to eat, fluttering a bit.

"Not if you don't eat it. You can make me eat more vegetables and I will grill something for you some day." He grinned and reached out, unable to stop himself, to cup Cillian's face and brush a thumb over his pinkened cheek. "I want so much to make you smile." Embarrassed, he pulled his hand back and sipped at his wine.

Noting the embarrassment, Cillian reached out to take the hand again. "You do...and I don't mind preparing it sometimes, if it will make you happy. Maybe fish or chicken instead of steak? I'm sure I could do wonders with the right fillet!"

Eric twined their fingers, squeezing lightly. "Do you eat any meat at all?" That had not actually been discussed, but if Cillian did not, then Eric would never ask him to prepare it. Two meals being cooked for one dinner is far too much to ask. "I'm sure you could work magic with anything you decided to make."

"No, I'm a vegetarian," Cillian smiled. "But I have prepared things I will not eat before. And that's only a small part of a meal anyway, yes?"

"I wouldn't feel right having you cook something just for me to eat, though you are right that it is only a small part of a good meal together." Eric smiled, still amazed that the other man would even offer to go to the extra trouble it.

"You aren't having me do anything, darling," Cillian stated, touching Eric's hand. "It's about want."

That caused a light flush to spread over Eric's cheeks. The idea that anyone would want to go out of their way for him, a totally foreign one to him. "I suppose I can't stop you from what you want to do." He grinned and trapped Kitten's hand beneath his own, turning them he brought Kitten's up and kissed it softly with a smile.

Fluttering softly, Cillian's free hand went to his throat and he grinned. "Now, eat, eat!" he twitters, giggling. He felt like a twelve year old girl around Eric, though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Eric kissed the hand one last time before he let it go to tuck into his meal. The vegetable lasagna was heaven and he had two full servings plus a good bit of the garlic bread. Eric may be a fit man, but he is nonetheless large and often consumed twice what other people did just in the course of his day. "God, that was good." He sat back with a bit of a groan, his belly pleasantly stuffed full.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Cillian said demurely. "Did you leave room for dessert? Hmm??" Rising, he moved over to place a light kiss on Eric's lips. "I'll let you help me clear the dishes away," he winked. "Then we'll settle in with wine and baklava?"

Eric groaned, first at the idea of more food and then at the light kiss from Cillian. "Dessert? God, I couldn't." He moaned that out and rose to help clear the table. At Kitten's mention of baklava, he stopped, put the dishes down and turned to just stare. "How?" his voice cracked and he cleared his voice to try again. "How did you know to make that?"

Eyes a little wide, Cillian wasn't sure about the reaction he was getting. "I...didn't know to make it, I just thought it might make a good dessert...I won't be insulted if you don't want it."

Realizing that he'd worried Cillian, Eric tugged him into his chest, one hand cupping his cheek. "It's," he stopped to take a breath. "It's my favorite. What my mama made for me as a wee boy." He blinked back the sudden moisture and leaned down to kiss Cillian softly before he pulled back. "However you thought to make it...thank you." His heart fluttered and he kissed Cillian again.

"Oh," Cillian said, blushing, eyes widening again and then with delight as what Eric had just said sank in. Pressing close, Cillian snuggled. "You're welcome then and I'll make it anytime you get to craving it."

...Later...

Eric leaned back into the couch and groaned. "Oh, God, Kitten. You are going to either kill me or make me fat if you feed me like this." He chuckled and reached out to pet a hand down his closest arm. "C'mon over here." Tugging on his arm, Eric opened his embrace and hoped that Cillian would take him up on the offer.

Eric wasn't disappointed, as he momentarily had a lapful of Cillian, nuzzling close and nearly purring in delight. "Well, it certainly isn't my intention to kill you; I rather enjoy your company." He nipped playfully.

"I'm glad. I have found that I like your company as well." He tilted his head to let Kitten nuzzle at him and grinned. "I'll have to be certain to come here hungry and with plans to work it off." He'd waggle his eyebrows, but Cillian wouldn't see it at any rate. Eric shifted on the couch, his hips rocking up into Cillian.

"Oh," Cillian murmured as Eric pushed up...feeling the man's hardness. Raising his head, he pressed a light kiss to the man's, smiling softly. "I think I promised you a massage didn't I?"

"I do believe you did." He smiled at the other man, at the light kiss. "But, you don't have to if you don't want. Just being here with you is a wonderful evening." Eric shifted Kitten slightly so that he was more facing him and trailed a light hand over the man's back, so slender and yet a core of strength there as well.

Straddling Eric, Cillian smiled, shaking his head. "Oh no, I never go back on a promise. So, you get a massage if you want one." He trailed his hands down Eric's chest, nails dragging lightly.

"I'd like that." Eric smiled at that, groaned and arched up to kiss him again. The hand on his body had already inflamed him. "Where do you want me?"

"Loaded question..." Cillian pointed out. "Why don't we go into the bedroom so you can stretch out on the bed?" Another kiss and he slid from Eric's lap, offering a hand.

Eric took the outstretched hand once he was on his feet and let himself be led. "It's intentionally loaded." He chuckled softly, knowing that he wanted Kitten now or tonight at least. There was something about the other man that was drawing him in. "Hope the bed is big enough for me."

"Oh, it is," Cillian laughed, leading Eric into a nicely decorated bedroom that housed a large, high four-postered bed that looked to be of antique wood. It was so high, it had a step stool. "Wouldn't you say?"

Whistling, Eric moved to the bed and ran a hand over the sturdy, finely made piece of furniture. "It's gorgeous, Kitten...absolutely stunning piece." He turned and leaned against one post. "Do you want me to strip out of my shirt?"

"Another very loaded question," Cillian tsked. "But as a matter of fact, I do..."

Eric chuckled as he stripped down to the waist, stretching his muscles a bit as the cooler air puckered his nipples. Or so he'd tell anyone if asked. "I'll have to watch what I say around you, won't I?" He folded the shirt and placed it on the edge of the bed, awaiting instruction.

"Why is that?" Cillian asked sweetly, stepping forward to trail his hands over the man's impressive chest and the light fur he found there. "You're beautiful..." Leaning forward, he licked lightly at one of the pert nipples, grinning. "On your stomach on the bed."

He shivered, body trembling as he held himself back from grabbing Cillian and tossing him on the bed. With a deep breath, he stroked Cillian's cheek and moved to the bed and climbed up, settling in the center of it. "I have a feeling I could get in trouble with you if I don't watch my words." Eric turned his head to watch Cillian move.

"Is that bad?" Cillian inquired, moving to get out some musky scented massage oil and stripping out of his own shirt.

"Not at all, Kitten, not at all." Eric groaned and shifted on the bed, adjusting himself to a more comfortable position when Cillian stripped out of his shirt. This massage was surely going to be the end of him.

Moving to the bed, Cillian used the little stool to climb on before straddling Eric, pouring some of the oil on his hands. The young man began to knead the larger man's shoulders. "There's something I would like to tell you before this goes too much further though, in case it's a ...problem."

Eric groaned when the slippery, warm hands started to glide across his shoulders and then dig into the muscles. It was pure heaven and he had to force himself to listen to what Cillian was saying...to concentrate on the words. "What's that, Kitten?" He groaned again and his body melted slowly into the mattress.

Chuckling at Eric's reactions to his ministrations, he was smiling despite being a bit nervous. "I told you I perform...well, I work at Oz--I perform in drag, and sometimes I just...go out in drag as well, I enjoy dressing as a woman."

I enjoy dressing as a woman. Well, that was not what Eric had expected to hear, but it was certainly not something that would deter him. He'd never had a lover before who had done so and he was not sure how he would react to the sight, but in some ways the idea of it made sense with Kitten. Turning his head, he grinned. "Do I get to see you some time? On my own?"

Relief flooded Cillian when Eric asked that question and he blushed. "If you'd like...and I'd still like you to come watch me perform, but I'll understand if you're really not into the whole drag club thing..."

"It's not that. I definitely still want to see you perform at Oz." Eric stopped, blushing and clearing his throat. "But, I really think I'd like to see you like that as you first...not as the performer first. Does that make any sense at all?" He sensed that Cillian was nervous about it, but Eric really wanted to get to know this delightful guy and that meant getting to know all of his facets...in their own places. Groaning again when Kitten hit a particularly sore muscle, he shifted his hips into the bed, feeling Kitten's body moving over his own.

"Then I can definitely arrange that," Cillian purred, leaning forward and kissing the back of Eric's neck. "It makes sense...I don't blame you. If you aren't used to a place like Oz, it might be a bit much for you at first."

Eric let him think it would be the club when really, he was not sure if he would want to share that sight of Cillian with others. He wanted his first viewing to be private so that he was free to react and act in any way that he chose. Shivering, he sighed softly and groaned as he shifted his weight against his swollen cock again. This massage was just the torture he thought it would be.

Moving lower, Cillian slid down Eric's body, hands working--loving the feel of shifting muscles beneath his slender, but strong, hands. "I love how you feel."

Chuckling self-consciously, Eric let himself sink into the mattress and into the relaxation offered by Cillian's hands. "Your touch is amazing. I think you're actually managing to loosen those perpetual knots in my back." He really did feel better, loose and more relaxed in most of his body any way.

Finally, Cillian's hands stilled and he pressed down against Eric, his own cock hard and aching. He needed more than these teasing touches. "Ready to turn over?" he asked in a husky purr.

"Definitely," Eric groaned as Cillian rubbed against him. He hadn't been that expertly teased in so long he'd forgotten just how sweet the build up could be. Hell, it'd been a long time he hadn't just bedded someone on a first date and never thought of them again. Cillian was different, had already gotten under his skin.

"Do I need to ...get off or can you turn over with me on you?" Cillian inquired, insinuation in his voice and a low chuckle.

Eric didn't say a word, didn't have to. He simply lifted himself and started a slow, sensual turning of his hips, flipping his upper body over at the last minute and he brought his hands to Cillian's hips to get him settled over his hips. "That work for you?" He winked and reached a hand to tangle in Cillian's hair, pulling him down until their lips were a breath apart. "I've been waiting all night for this." So saying, Eric nipped Cillian's lower lip before he plundered his mouth.

Giggling until his lips were claimed, Cillian ground his hips down against Eric as they kissed--moans swallowed in the other man's mouth, hands planted firmly on his chest.

The response was everything he hoped for and more. Eric pushed his hips up against Cillian, using his leverage on the mattress to rub them together. Finally, he pushed away with a gasp and stilled Cillian's hips. "Okay...God...just tell me you have condoms, please." He barely got the words out before moaning again at the heat and pressure.

Cillian actually laughed, couldn't help it. "Yes, and lube too," he purred, nipping at Eric's lips and then licking across his chin. "Bedside table."

"Good." Eric rolled then, pinned Cillian under him and ground his hips down even as he stole more kisses from the enticing mouth. In some ways he was in a hurry, but in others, he was perfectly content to play and take their time exploring each other.

Giggling as he's rolled, Cillian arched up with a groan. "More..." he murmured. "Please..." Wrapping his arms around Eric's neck, he dragged his nails lightly along the man's back.

Eric groaned and nipped at Kitten's throat. "Anything you want." He slowly dragged a hand over Cillian's body, teasing him and learning his shape. He slid a hand over his side and across the flat stomach before dragging his hand down to toy at the waist band of his trousers. "What do you want, Kitten?"

"You," Cillian gasped. "Oh god..." Arching further into the touches, he writhed against Eric, loving the feel of the larger body over him.

Taking his time, Eric bent his head to lap at his nipples. "You taste gorgeous." He moved his way lower, lips tracing their way along. His fingers tickled at Kitten's sides as he nibbled at the rippling muscles of his stomach.

Giggling, Cillian squirmed as he was tickled, unable to stop it. He stroked his fingers through Eric's dark hair, smiling. "I love the way you touch me..."

"I want to touch every inch of you." He grinned and nipped at the edge of his navel before he reached a hand out to unbutton and then unzip Cillian's trousers. Parting the material, he found a silky lace concoction covering his new lover's erection. With a groan, he tugged the trousers down over hips and off Cillian's legs, nuzzling his nose into the musky scent of his cloth covered cock.

Whimpering softly, Cillian’s hips cant up into the touches--the feel of Eric's mouth against the lace exquisite. "Yes..." he purred, fingers stroking through Eric's hair again, tugging lightly.

Eric wanted nothing more than to glide his cheek over the soft, silky material, but he refused to ruin it with the perpetual stubble on his cheek. Instead, he nibbled lightly at Kitten through the material, reaching with a finger to drag it oh so slowly down to reveal him inch by inch.

Lifting his hips to help Eric, Cillian was vibrating with nervous energy and need, blue eyes dark with arousal. "Mmm..." he murmured, licking his lips as he settled into the bed once again.

He trailed the silky panties in his fingers, smiling at the softness before tossing them aside. Eric settled, head level with Kitten's cock and hands pinning his hips to the bed. He leaned over and dragged his tongue slowly, lightly from root to tip before swirling it around the head and making his way back down again. Over and over he teased, tasting and learning the sounds that Kitten made.

"Oh!" Cillian squeaked at the slow tease, hips rolling--well, as much as they could in Eric's tight grasp. "Oh...oh please..." he murmured, body twitching, a shudder passing through him as he moaned deeply.

"More," Eric's voice rumbled, low and desire laced. "Tell me how to please you, what you like." His head dipped again, nibbling softly along the entire length of his rigid cock, dipping his tongue into the slit. He'd never wanted to make someone come undone as he wanted to make Kitten fall apart in his hands.

"Oh...oh that!" Cillian exclaimed, whimpering in pleasure. "I want to feel you...please..."

Eric swallowed him whole, taking Kitten to the back of his throat and teasing at him with his tongue. His hands gripped tight to Cillian's hips, holding him down and stroking softly at his skin as he hummed and murmured. Starting a fast bobbing rhythm, he opened his eyes to watch Kitten's face, wanting to see the moment when he came, when he just couldn't hold out any longer.

Trembling, Cillian knew it wouldn't be long--despite wanting to hold back, to wait and come until Eric was inside of him. However, he tugged at Eric's hair unconsciously as his toes curled and he felt it crashing over him. "Close!" he managed to gasp just as he started to come.

He hummed, tasting Cillian as he let himself go and came in Eric's mouth. The look on his face was one that Eric would remember for the rest of his life. One hand released Cillian's hip as he dragged it up and over the taut stomach, wanting to feel the tension in those muscles relax as his lover came back to himself. Eric lifted his head slowly, licking Cillian clean before propping his head on Cillian's hip with a smile.

"Oh god," Cillian laughed breathlessly as he dropped bonelessly back, still shivering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "You...god..."

Eric just smiled, caressing Cillian's skin lightly, and watched as he came down. It was a heady sensation to know that he was responsible for Kitten's pleasure. Finally sliding up his body, Eric leaned over and kissed him softly, his finger tracing a path over Cillian's cheek.

"Hi," Cillian said with a giggle, nuzzling into the kisses, petting at Eric's arm. He shifted, rolling into the man, moaning as he felt his hardness.

Moaning as well, Eric shifted his hips, his cock pressed against Cillian's side. "You're beautiful," he whispered, one hand carding through Kitten's hair and tangling at the base of his scalp as he tugged him in for another kiss.

Kissing back hungrily, a blush smeared across his cheeks, Cillian nipped at Eric's lip when they parted--one hand sliding down to press against Eric's erection through his trousers.

Eric's hips moved of their own accord, pushing into Cillian's hand as he groaned into his lover's mouth. There was not nearly enough contact on his flesh, but Eric was also well aware that Kitten could easily make him come undone. He grinned and rolled his hips again, teasing himself against Cillian's hand. "I want you."

"Then have me," Cillian responded breathlessly, hand moving from Eric's groin as he shifted fully onto his back, spread out before the man--on display, on offer. "Please."

Groaning at the display, Eric dipped his head to take nibbling bites out of the flesh of Cillian's stomach. The gorgeous sight was intoxicating and Eric moved up his body, rolling to cover him with his frame as he kissed him breathless. "Condoms and lube in the night stand?" He was not going to move until he knew, loving the feel of the man beneath him.

"Yes," Cillian gasped softly, writhing beneath Eric as the man touched and tormented him. His spent cock was already stirring back to life in anticipation of what was to come. "I want to see you..."

Eric's voice rumbled out, "See me?" He chuckled softly and dipped his head for another kiss before levering himself up and off Cillian, falling to the bed at his side. "Look all you like." His eyes twinkled, giving over free reign for his lover to explore his body.

"Meant your cock, big boy," Cillian teased, moving to straddle Eric and unbuckle his belt. "I want to see it before you fuck me with it..." Freeing the man from the confines of jeans and boxers, Cillian's mouth watered as the thick flesh was revealed to him. Dipping his head, his tongue darted out to gather a drop of precome and taste his lover, moaning at the flavor.

"Look all you want." He grinned, knowing exactly what Cillian meant and teasing him anyway. "I'm all yours." His breath stuttered out as the pink tongue swept out to taste him. Eric groaned, hands fisting in the sheets so as not to grab Kitten and thrust into his mouth without warning. He tried to keep his wits around him, to remember that his new lover may not be into some of the same things he was.

"All mine?" Cillian purred. "That's promising..." Shifting, he pressed his arse against Eric's cock, grinding down against the man. "Now...I want you inside of me. Think you can handle that?" Leaning down, he continued to grind, lips against Eric's. "And remember: I won't break."

"I can definitely do that," Eric chuckled and brought his large hands up to grip at Kitten's hips, dragging him down to grind against his cock. "On your back for me, please. I want to watch you," he breathed out, tugging Kitten down for a kiss and then releasing him.

Kissing back hard, Cillian then climbed from atop Eric and once again spread himself on his back for the man, knees falling wide eyes hooded as he watched him. "Yes..."

Eric rolled to his side, stroked his cock lightly while watching the colors of the room reflect across Kitten's body and in his deep blue eyes. With a grin, he reached out to snag a condom and lube, slicking his cock with both before lubing his finger up and sliding it between Cillian's legs. "Open for me, let me inside you." He smiled, leaned over to kiss his lover as he began the teasing prospect of prepping him.

Moaning softly as Eric's fingers teased against him, Cillian spread his legs wider--wantonly--opening himself fully for the man, giving him total access.

Cillian was tight, a clamping heat around Eric's finger as he slid it in and out. Watching Cillian's eyes change colors, his skin flush and his breathing tremble could easily become a favorite hobby for Eric. With a groan, he slid the finger back out, lubed two and repeated the process as he stretched Kitten open to take him in.

"Oh god..." Cillian groaned, voice breathy as he just enjoyed the sensations, wanting more. He shifted, pressing down against Eric's fingers, feeling impatient.

Eric grinned, pressing against Cillian's body, groaning as his fingers slid deep inside. Finally, unable to wait a moment longer, he slid them out and shifted over Cillian. "You ready, Kitten?" Eric asked as he slid his arms under Kitten's legs, tipping him back as his cock nudged at his lover's entrance, waiting for the okay to go ahead.

"Yes," Cillian said plaintively, pressing against Eric, trying to hurry. "God please..." he gasped softly, trembling with anticipation, wanting to feel the man deep inside of him.

He pushed slowly inside of Cillian, groaning as the tight heat surrounded, enveloped him. Purposefully keeping his movements slow, Eric tucked Cillian's legs around his waist and lowered himself to his elbows, his upper body caging Kitten to the bed as he dipped his head in to nibble along a collarbone. "So perfect. God, Kitten, you are amazing."

Being so closed in, in certain situations it could be intimidating...but with Eric, Cillian felt completely helpless in a good way as the weight of the man's body settled over him and the thick cock started to push inside of him. "Yes!" he exclaimed, voice a keening cry as he bucked against Eric, body tightening around him.

Eric groaned, working his hips forward and back, sliding in and out of Cillian's body. He kept the tempo slow, tortuously so and concentrated on tasting every inch of flesh he could reach with his mouth. "So good, Kitten. You feel so good."

"Harder," Cillian gasped, the slow movements driving him crazy. Sharp nails raked down Eric's back, and there would definitely be marks in the morning.

Chuckling, Eric shook his head. "Not yet," he ground out. "Want us both insane with it first." His stamina was weakening though, in the face of Cillian's passion. He pulled out slowly and snapped his hips forward, fast and sharp, crying out at the change in sensation. "Oh, fuck Kitten." Again and again, the new rhythm sent him flying high.

Matching Eric's cry, Cillian's body arched sharply into the man’s as he was filled so fully, so suddenly. It's exquisite, it's exactly what he wanted--a man that understood he wasn't made of spun glass. "Yes!"

He reached under Cillian, his hands curling up over the boy’s shoulders as his hips snapped harder and harder, faster and faster as he pulled down to drag Cillian harder and harder against his hips. "So good. God, you're perfect." He nuzzled into the ear, breath ruffling hot against his skin.

Crying out again, Cillian was in heaven...the pleasure of it almost painful as Eric pounded into his body. He wanted more, he wanted it all.

Eric groaned, bit down on Cillian's shoulder as he thrust harder and harder. One hand moved from Cillian's shoulder, back around his body to fist him in time with their movements. He wanted everything Kitten had to give and then some. "Come for me again, Kitten. Show me how good it is for you."

The hand on his cock was nearly enough to send him screaming into orgasm right then, but Cillian held out--at least for a few more moments--but soon he was coming, coming hard as his body convulsed and milked Eric. He cried out sharply, back arching almost painfully against the man.

The sight of Kitten arching and coming hard against him proved too much for Eric. He roared as he came, hips snapping twice before he went rigid over his lover's body, pulsing into the latex between them. Moments later, he opened his eyes and smiled down at Cillian, bringing one hand up to cup his face for a kiss.

Breathless, Cillian kissed back hungrily, arms wrapping around the man's broad shoulders and holding on. Little whimpers escaped, muffled by Eric's mouth.

Pulling back, Eric swiped his tongue over Kitten's lower lip and raised his head up for a good long look into deep-sea blue eyes. "I'm glad I met you, Kitten." He reached down to grasp the condom as he pulled back and slid out of Cillian, shucking the condom off and tossing it in the nearby trash bin. Settling back on the bed, Eric pulled Cillian in close, hand running absently over his back.

Curling against Eric, Cillian laid his head on the broad chest, fingers splayed and playing with the light fur there. He could hear the strong, steady thump of the man's heart and it was an amazing feeling. "I'm glad you met me too. Are you going to keep me?"

Eric groaned at that. "God, can I?" he chuckled softly, arm tightening in a possessiveness that is entirely unfamiliar to him. The idea that Cillian might want to stay made his heart speed up.

"I certainly have no objections," Cillian responded in a quiet voice, chest feeling a little tight. Cillian didn't generally date, and when he did, he never fell like a ton of bricks for anyone. He was simply too careful for that. With Eric though, that seemed to go right out the window. Lifting up, he rested his chin on Eric's chest, watching him. "And you'll stay the night?"

"To get me out here, you'd need a bulldozer." He winked and tightened his arm, dragging Cillian a bit closer and almost on top of him. Eric reached a hand up to trace over the delicate lines of Kitten's cheek. "Dom's going to be unmerciful."

"I don't mind if you don't," Cillian responded, letting Eric tug him wherever he wanted before settling down again with a little yawn.

"I certainly don't mind." He stroked a hand down Cillian's back and reached over to flick off the light with a grin. Eric settled in, awake for a good while longer mulling over the turn his life had taken in the past few days.

Aug 1, 2006. Cillian Murphy, Eric Bana, Dominic Purcell. Lafitte's; French Quarter. PG

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 17:34:32 GMT

Cillian Murphy (prettycillian), Eric Bana (mechanicbana), and Dominic Purcell (ticklingivory).
Meeting at Lafitte's. PG.

Eric grinned as his bike roared up to the bar. It'd been a long sweaty day and all he wanted was a couple of cold ones and some easy company. Dom and his bar often provided both. Dropping the kickstand, he swung his leg over the bike and removed his helmet, shaking his hair out as he hung it from the handlebars. He looked over his adopted hometown and grinned at the revelry around him. New Orleans was always a beat ahead.

Grabbing the handle on the door, he opened it and strode into the bar with a sigh at the cooling of temperature before he wandered up to the bar with a smile for Dom. Ordering a beer, he turned and scanned the room for friends, locals and even tourists. Those were recognizable a mile away, but he often enjoyed watching them in their excitement.

"Evening Eric," Dom greeted as he got the other man his usual, sitting the glass down. "Hard day?" It's still early, the crowd still quite thin, but with enough business to keep him on his toes.

"More hot and sweaty, difficult repair. Not too bad, thanks." Eric took the glass and drained a good third of it. "New bike is running smooth as anything, though. She's a joy to ride even if it is a short distance." He chuckled and leaned back on the bar. "Not too hectic in here yet, either." Just how I like it. Though Eric kept that thought to himself.

"I'd like to take a look at her," Dominic responded, smiling. "You know I like to see all your new babies..." Glancing around, he shrugged. "It's busy when it needs to be, like it's supposed to be." He winked before pushing away from the bar as someone else came up, a few seats over from Eric. "Be right back."

Eric nodded and waited while Dom took care of other customers. He had no plans of going anywhere any time soon.

Cillian took a seat, smiling sweetly as Dominic came up to him. He's not as much of a regular as some, but he knew he had made enough of an impression on the owner that the man knew him on sight, no matter what his attire. "Hiya," he said, smiling.

"Hey there kid. Haven't seen you for a while," Dominic responded. "What can I get you?"

"I'll have a sex on the beach," Cillian countered with a wink.

"I keep offering and you keep turning me down." That got a giggle out of Cillian as the man went to make his drink. He spun around on the stool, leaning his back against the bar as he watched those present, glancing at the large man to his left out of the corner of his eye. Yummy...

Tonight Cillian wasn't dressed in drag, it's his night off so he decided to hit the town in a pair of snug jeans and a glittery black shirt that made his eyes sparkle.

Eric's head is bent over his drink as he traced the droplets running down the glass. He'd spent a few moments watching the young thing who flirted with Dom and had smiled at the exchange, but turned away from staring rudely, as young guys like that one were well below his ability to pull. He shifted on the seat, sipping at his drink and thinking of the work he had planned for the next day.

Pouting slightly when the man seemed to not be noticing him, he huffed a soft sigh and spun on the stool again.

Dominic sniggered softly, moving back over to Eric and wiping down the bar. "You go on ignoring that little thing and I'll smack you myself."

Eric's head shot up at that and his glance cut over to the cute young guy down the bar. "Him?" He nodded his head in the guy's direction and just shook his head. "What makes you think he's even interested?" The glance he took had shown him that the other guy was watching the crowd, not him.

"Well, he was watching you and then got all pouty when you didn't seem to notice him," Dominic commented. "I know a thing or two about people."

"Did he now?" A surprised look crossed his face and he looked into the glass, trying for a glimpse of the guy without looking directly at him. "What on earth would he want with someone so much older?" Though, he's never said it to Dom, Eric was not looking for a fling or a short-term situation, content to be alone rather than go that route again.

"Some people like an age difference," Dominic shrugged. "Who knows, I'm not a shrink, I just know people."

He just nodded and smiled at Dom. "True enough." Taking a sip of his beer, he turned his head, caught by a blue gaze aimed in his direction. A broader smile broke out across his face and he nodded at the other guy.

Caught looking, Cillian blushed deeply, but smiled when the other bloke actually noticed him. He gave a little wave, suddenly feeling shier now that he had the man's attention.

Eric waved back, a small motion of his hand as he battled the fluttery feeling beating in his stomach. He'd dated a bit since he moved to the Big Easy, but meeting men here, unless you were hopping in the night clubs every night to bring people home, finding a relationship was a slow going business. With a deep breath, he grabbed his beer and moved down the bar. "Care for some company?"

Cillian smiled demurely, spinning around slowly so he's facing the bar, though still turned towards the man slightly. "Sure honey," he responded, Irish accent soft but noticeable.

After shooting Dom a look, he sat on the stool next to the young man and extended a hand. "Eric. Bana." With a smile, he leaned back against the bar.

"Cillian Murphy," the boy responded, taking the hand in his slender one, nails delicately manicured. "But you may call me Kitten. It's a pleasure."

"Pleasure's all mine, Kitten." Eric smiled at him, his large hand still holding the delicate one. He turned it over in his hand, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're a little thing aren't you?" His smile took any unintentional sting out of the words, he hoped.

"Feisty though," Cillian countered, smiling sweetly as he slowly drew his hand back so he could pick up his drink and take a sip. "You're not from around here either, at least not originally."

He sipped at his drink and contemplated Kitten. "I can bet you are." Eric winked, a slow dipping of one eyelid and a gentle smirk on his face. "Australia, actually...transplanted a handful of years ago now. You're Ireland if I'm hearing it right."

"Definitely hearing right," Cillian responded with a down sweep of lashes before liftingd his empty glass. "Buy me another?"

"Of course." As he spoke, he'd already turned to get Dom's attention, indicating Kitten's empty glass and his own. "How long you been in the city?" Much as he might like to lean in closer, Eric kept his distance with an awareness that Lafitte's wass not one of his usual pick-up spots.

"I was seventeen," Cillian said a little wistfully. "And a gentleman should never ask a lady her age, so we'll leave it with that and an assurance you wouldn't go to jail." The young man winked.

The lady remark confused Eric just the slightest bit, but he nodded. "I am indeed a gentleman and so long as you are of an age, then we're doing just fine." He smiled and took the two drinks from Dom with a thank you and passed Kitten's to him. "This place just a stopover on your way out?" With a nod at Cillian's outfit, he added, "You look dressed like you're ready to party."

"I haven't decided yet," Cillian responded truthfully, sipping his drink with a quiet thank you. "And honey, this isn't dressed for partying." He winked. "What about you?"

Those baby blues had the potential to be dangerous and Eric braced himself to ignore his instinctive reactions. "I'm just here after a day of work and need some time to relax. A couple of drinks in Lafitte's after a long work day is just the thing to get that done." Eric sipped at his beer and kept an eye trained on the boy's every movement beside him.

"Mmm what do you do?" Cillian leaned in, lashes fluttering down for a moment as he smiled. "I bet it's something really manly..." There was no sting to the words, actually a dreamy little sigh followed.

He chuckled heartily at that, shifting on his stool at the fluttering lashes. "I repair motorcycles and classic cars. Do a bit of body work, but mostly I work on the mechanics." What Eric never mentioned was that he had always gone out of his way to not appear as the grease monkey that he actually was. "It can be hot, dirty work, but ultimately is a satisfying way to spend my days." With a wink he added, "Manly enough for you?"

"Oh definitely," Cillian responded, fanning himself a bit. "And as long as you're...satisfied...it sounds like perfect work. I perform, myself."

Eric laughed outright at that, inordinately pleased to have Kitten's approval, though if he looked at that the idea would confuse him. "It is perfect and it lets me live in the place I feel most at home." He shrugged then, still watching Cillian closely. "Perform? Are you an actor then?"

"Not exactly--though I suppose it could be argued we're all actors, especially anyone that performs on a stage..." Cillian responded. "I sing and dance."

"Very nice. I've always admired people who can sing." He laughed, self-deprecating. "I could not hope to carry a tune in a bucket." What Eric didn't expound on was his talent for comedy; for making people feel better through laughter. "You've been doing it long?" He would have liked to ask about seeing the young man perform, but that's not his style and he'd be content to see how things play out.

"Hmmm...since I came to New Orleans, I'm a persistent little thing when I want to be," Cillian explained. "You're familiar with Oz?"

He shook his head as he sipped at his beer. "I've heard of it, never been and never really looked into the scene there. I have a couple of haunts and that's about it, really. Honestly, I'm not one for going out every night of the week." Eric's been made aware in the past, that it makes him a boring lover and he's learned to live with that designation over the years.

"Well, it's not really going out if you're the one on stage, is it?" Cillian asked, tilting his head with a smile. "I can be a homebody myself, if I'm honest, when I'm not working. Though I do love a good day out shopping, I can't lie."

"Being on stage is definitely different. You're working there...not out just floating about." Eric grinned down at him. "Shopping, huh? And, what do you like to shop for? Clothes, books? I'm a history buff, myself."

"Mmm clothes, and shoes, I adore shoes." Cillian leaned forward with interest. "History buff? Any particular era or culture? I love to read...I have quite a collection of books as well. You can plop me right down in a book store and I can stay for hours."

"Bookstores are definitely my favorite...and no, I have no particular preference on era or country, though I do read a lot about my family's homeland of Croatia. I like to read as much about the world as a whole as possible." With a grin, he glanced down, eyes twinkling. "Though, I only shop at bookstores with comfortable chairs. I'm a bit large to be sitting on the floor."

"But I'm certain it would make quite an endearing sight, you camped out in an aisle somewhere reading," Cillian responded with a giggle and twinkle in his blue eyes. "So your family is from Croatia? Have you ever been? That must be fascinating...I'm Irish through and through."

"I've never been. Would like to some day, though for now I am content." His eyes twinkled at Kitten. "You think it'd be endearing to see me scrunched on the floor? What's not fun is when I try to stand up again." He finished off his drink and placed it on the bar, settling back again. "Where in Ireland are you from?"

"That's when you need someone willing to lay you down and give you a nice, long massage to make you feel right as rain again, isn't it?" Cillian said, a suggestive purr to his voice. "And I'm from Cork."

The purr and the images that statement conjured up made Eric shift in his seat and work at settling his instinctive reactions. "What was your favorite part of Cork? Of living in Ireland?"

"The countryside," Cillian replied wistfully. "Everything so green and beautiful. I love the big city, I do...but nothing beats the Irish countryside...with everything in full bloom."

"Paint me a picture? With your words. I've never been and I'd like to see it through your eyes." Eric smiled, a slight blush tinging his cheeks. An auditory person, he figured that he could listen to Cillian for hours on end and the idea of being able to picture the boy's homeland through his eyes had him smiling.

"Ahh...I do think you might be a romantic at heart, Mr. Bana," Cillian responded, smiling. "I'd love to paint you a picture...but maybe some time in a place more quiet? With less distraction?" His voice was a soft purr, lashes lowered.

Immediately ready to reject that suggestion in favor of hearing him now, Eric stopped himself for speaking long enough to realize that the lowered lashes, the smile were designed to make him want to see Kitten again. And, surprisingly enough, he did. "I'd like that, Kitten." One hand went to Kitten's chin and lifted until their gazes met. "I'd like that very much." His thumb traced the soft skin along the strong jaw before he dropped his hand again.

Before Eric could drop his hand completely, Cillian turned his head and his tongue swiped out, giving a little kitten lick to the pad before he smiled. "Wonderful," he said, then leaned forward, elbow on the bar and chin propped on his fist. "When was the last time you had a home cooked meal?"

The lick startled him enough that eyes widened fractionally and a low chuckle escaped. It's not often people surprise him that easily. "Home cooked meal? Been a good bit, I'd suppose, unless opening cans and boxes counts?" He tilted his head, knowing somehow that Kitten would not find that acceptable.

"It doesn't," Cillian concurred, pleased that he had caught the man off guard, but that Eric didn't seem to mind. "Hmmm...day after tomorrow, that night. I'll cook us dinner and paint you all the pictures you'd like? Maybe if you find yourself in knots, I could even do something about that." A little surprised by his own words--and the invitation to come to his home--Cillian didn't show it, though part of him wanted to assure Eric that he wasn't in fact a slut, and didn't just go bringing strange men home every time he met them.

Eric found himself nodding, agreeing before he even realized it. "That sounds like a pleasant evening. Thank you." He reached out to capture Kitten's hand in his and brought it to his lips to kiss the back of the fingers. "Can I get you another drink or should we wait until our dinner date?" Eric kept hold of that hand, sliding fingers over the soft skin and keeping Kitten connected to him for the moment.

"A gentleman," Cillian twittered softly, smiling. "I'd love another drink; I'm not quite ready to head out..." Fingers flexing inside of Eric's, Cillian enjoyed the contact.

"I like to think I am," Eric said, keeping Kitten's hand tucked in his as he turned and ordered another round of drinks from Dom. "And whatever you do, don't listen to Dom's stories about me...most are simply not true."

Dominic watched the two with amusement, deciding that bit of matchmaking had been a good idea. "Oh, there are quite a few I could tell about you that are indeed true," he countered.

Cillian giggled softly, free hand fluttering at his throat for a moment. "Well, at least he would be able to vouch that you won't kill me if I have you over to my flat," he said, fluttering his eyelashes. "And if you do, he'll know who to alert the police to..." The young man winked at Eric.

"You keep quiet." Eric pointed at Dom and laughed. "You're only allowed to vouch for my non-psycho credentials. No need to scare him off."

Dominic just held his hands up, laughing.

He turned back to Kitten. "I'd never do anything to hurt you...ever." Eric had been aware of his size and his strength for as long as he could remember which made him more careful than most when it came to others.

Cillian lowered his lashes at the earnest words, smiling softly. "Well, that's good then...you're invitation to dinner is still extended then--Dominic's cheekiness notwithstanding."

"Thank you. Glad to know he didn't lose me my chance to get to know you better." Eric released his hand then to pass Kitten's drink to him. He smiled and looked down at him. "You are extraordinarily lovely. I cannot believe you don't have a date waiting for you tonight."

Cillian flapped his hand a bit, sipping his drink. "Thank you," he said, blushing. "And no, no date. I don't date much. It's just too much effort--especially when getting approached by people that have watched you on stage and feel like they 'know' you."

Eric nodded at that, not that he had a clue as to how that would feel or what it would mean. "Well, I am doubly lucky then, I guess. And very glad that you decided to come to Lafitte's tonight." Eric's cheeks flushed a bit at the admission, but he meant it...every word.

"So am I," Cillian said with a sage nod, then smiled. "I stop in every now and again; I guess our schedules never allowed our paths to cross before."

"I come in a bit more often than that, but as Dom can tell you it is hard for me to remember to leave my grounds. I live and work there and I like it that way." He smiled to soften the words. Eric was not an anti-social kind of man, but he tended to keep to himself unless he had a reason to be out and about.

"Any particular reason?" Cillian asked, still watching Eric. "I mean...for the avoidance of people thing?"

"Not really. I've been alone a lot in life and I get along just fine that way." He grinned, flushing brighter. "I tend to get caught up in things, project, and whatnot and before I know it three days have passed. Though, I do make a point of attending at least one day of most all the festivals offered in town." Eric worried that Cillian might be put off by his loner tendencies, but that's who he was and there's not much to be done about it.

"Well, at least tell me in those three days you break to eat," Cillian countered. "And, if I flutter my lashes and ask really nicely would you promise to come see me perform sometime?"

Nodding, he admitted, "I break when I remember, which is usually once or twice a day." Eric chuckled, imagining the reaction that would get. "While I'd love to see you fluttering at me, I'd come see you without it." His voice softened as he responded to that light tease and had to work at keeping his hands off Cillian.

"Only once or twice? That just won't do..." Cillian said, shaking his head, smiling when Eric stated he'd come see him anyway. "You'd force yourself to be social for just a bit then? Hmm?"

"I'd force myself only it wouldn't be forcing." He grinned and reached out to take Cillian's hand in his again. "You are tempting enough to lure me out any time."

"That is very good to know," Cillian purred, leaning closer to Eric, squeezing the hand holding his.

"You two are making me sick," Dominic commented cheekily.

"Brute," Cillian countered, sticking his tongue out at the bartender.

Eric chuckled and smirked at Dom. "It's all your doing, so you better get used to it." With a wink, he turned back to Cillian. "How about after these drinks, you allow me to show you around the city my way? On the back of my bike." He clarified the last part, to be certain that Kitten wouldn't have a problem with it.

"Oooh on the back of your bike? That could be promising," Cillian stated, tapping a perfectly manicured finger against his lips. "I'd love to."

Could be promising? Eric was not about to ask, but he smiled at Kitten. "I rode over on my most prized of all bikes to show it off to Dom, but it doesn't look as though he'll be able to take a moment." He turned to smile at Kitten and brought his hand to his lips for a soft kiss.

Shivering a bit at the contact, Cillian blushed and batted his lashes just a bit. "Well, I hope I'll be a suitable replacement then," he murmured coyly, cutting his eyes as he heard Dominic groan.

"You are more than a suitable replacement." He leaned over right into Kitten's personal space, his lips hovering near his ear. "In fact, you are far preferable." Eric had found Cillian to be enticing, appealing and he couldn't wait to see how they got on.

"Well, let's go then, shall we?" Cillian suggested, eyebrow raised. "I think I'm finished with my drink." He winked at the larger man.

Eric pushed his own drink back toward Dom and turned all his attention on Cillian. "Let's get on the road then." He threw a glance back at Dom and tossed him a large enough bill to cover their bar tab and still leave a sizable tip. "The bike's right out front and ready to go." He stepped off the stool and offered a hand to help him off his own stool.

Taking the large hand, Cillian slid off the stool gracefully, blowing a kiss to Dominic--who chuckled and shook his head as he took up the glasses--before following Eric out, sliding a hand through his arm. "I've never been on a motorbike..."

"You are in for a real treat, then." He grinned at the other man, chuckling when he found out just how much shorter Cillian was. Eric removed his spare helmet from the bike and settled it over Kitten's head, fastening the strip with a low chuckle. "You look good like that. Now, some basic lessons. One, you hold on tight. Two, you go with my body...if I lean, you lean. And three, let me know if you need me to stop."

"I think I'd love to go with your body," Cillian countered with a soft chuckle, the weight of the helmet on his head unusual. Nothing at all like a wig. "This will wreck havoc on my hair, won't it?" He playfully pouted at the larger man.

"It will wreck your hair, yes, but it'll protect your brain." Eric smiled at him and dared to lean down, hovering a hairsbreadth away from Kitten's lips. "And I'm finding that I want to keep that protected for as long as possible." He winked and stepped back before turning and straddling the bike, getting it settled and centered before he turned to help Cillian on.

"You're a tease," Cillian murmured, breathless and suddenly very hard at just the nearness of the other man. However, when the hand was offered, he got himself on behind Eric, slender arms encircling the man's waist. He leaned forward, pressing as close as possible, and then just a touch closer.

"You have no idea, Kitten." He winked as he slipped his helmet on and revved the engine on the bike. With a tilt of his head, he warned Kitten to hold on and he pulled out into traffic. On his own, Eric had a tendency to be a bit risky, but he'd never dream of putting Cillian in danger.

Letting out a little squeal as they pulled off, Cillian's grip tightened as they started to move--his heart racing with excitement and a bit of fear. He'd have to say this definitely ranked as one of the best things he'd done in a good long while.

Finally pulling up outside Cafe du Monde, Eric cut the engine and took off his helmet. He turned to grin at Kitten, quite enjoying the way the young man still clung to his body. "Have fun with that? It's not nearly as long a ride as I normally take, but I thought we might stop and talk here before continuing on if you like." He'd wanted to check in, make sure Kitten was okay with the ride before continuing.

"Oh it's fabulous!" Cillian gushed. "It's terrifying and fabulous! So much power between your thighs..." His voice is a seductive purr and he smiled.

Eric chuckled, held his hand out for Kitten to swing his leg over and climb off. He wanted to take the guy home with him, wanted all sorts of things and had decided that some chicory coffee might help him hold off on the propositions. Kitten was not a guy to be taken lightly, not if Eric's gut was to be believed. And Eric always believed his gut.

Taking the hand, Cillian slid from the bike gracefully and removed the helmet, shaking his long hair out. "There, not too gruesome I hope?" He grinned up at the man, handing the helmet back. "That's definitely a unique way to see the city. But whatever do you do when it rains?"

"I have a couple of American muscle cars to stay dry." He took the helmet, replaced and reached a hand out to smooth some stray locks of hair. "Perfect." With s shy smile, Eric offered his hand. "Would you like some coffee?"

"Or if they have tea, that would be lovely," Cillian said, blushing as he squeezed the larger hand, looking up at Eric. "Muscle cars hmm? Do you like to drive fast in those as well?"

Eric laced their fingers together with a smile. "I'm sure they do. That and some beignets before we take in the rest of the city." He's glad that he'd finished those repairs that day and that Dom had been insistent about him stopping by. That just may have been the best decision he'd made in a while.

Pup/Player Info

Mon, 10 Jul 2006 02:13:20 GMT

Player Info

Name: Eric Bana
Journal: mechanicbana

Mun name/nick/handle: Sabrina
Mun journal: sabrinagb

AIM: cillianrpg
E-mail: sabrinagb@gmail.com
When you can be reached and preferred method: I am basically on every evening after 7:00pm, Eastern time. Weekend days are hit or miss depending on weather and season. Prefer e-mail and IM for logs. Please contact via e-mail for anything else and to set things up.

Pup's physical info: Born August 9, 1968(37), 6'4", short dark brown hair, dark eyes, muscular build
Pup's location: Garden District
Pup profession: Motorcycle/Classic Car Mechanic

Pup's orientation: homosexual, top
Pup's kinks: spanking, orgasm control, bondage, service; is willing to try most anything once
Pup's hard limits: beastiality, scat, true non-con, pedophilia, humiliation
Pup's soft limits:

Pup's hobbies: motorbiking, reading, drawing, diving, music, long drives

Pup's bio: Eric Bana was born on August 9, 1968, in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. He has an older brother, Anthony. His father, Ivan, came from Zagreb, Croatia, and his mother, Eleanor,came from a German family.

Eric has long been a loner, a quiet man who absorbs life around him through, art, music, books and experience. His first jobs include washing cars at a service station, pushing trolleys at Coles New World, barman at Melbourne's Castle Hotel in 1991. When he was 14 he wanted to quit school and go work on his car. His Dad made him stay in school until he finished university, but nothing ever called to him like working on cars and motorbikes (despite his many graduate degrees).

He used to race historic muscle cars back in Australia. When his parents were murdered in their little shop (which is why he hates guns), he chose to move to the United States and settled in New Orleans, Louisiana as a place that called to him and was a welcoming place to put down his roots. He owns a gorgeous old home in the Garden District and after a bit of time, he opened his own garage out of the carriage house on that same property.

Type of Characters Pup Likes: It's a matter of clickage. It's either there or it's not.
Play Situation: Currently available for play of any kind. Email is probably the best contact way to go and from there, we can figure out whether something's feasible. Also interested in creating backstory.

Last Updated: 7/9/06