Citadel Halloween Party, Sarlat, Saturday night, October 29th - Part II
in attendance: Eric Bana, Sean Bean, Paul Bettany, Orlando Bloom, Nic Cage, Henry Cavill, Billy Crudup, Marton Csokas, Johnny Depp, Travis Fimmel, Hugh Grant, Ioan Gruffudd, Hugh Jackman, Keira Knightley, Adam Lamberg, James Marsters, Julian McMahon, George Michaels, Viggo Mortensen, Cillian Murphy, Ed Norton, Craig Parker, Rufus Sewell, Stuart Townsend
present for weekend but not at actual chat: Jensen Ackles, Ben Browder, George Clooney, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Willem Dafoe, Chris Evans, Isla Fisher, Sean Patrick Flanery, Jake Gyllenhaal, Nicholas Lea, Ian McKellen, Julianne Morris, Liam Neeson, Christina Ricci, Peter Sarsgaard, Harry Sinclair, Liv Tyler, Karl Urban, David Usher
Rufus: Ah, sweetheart... *slides his palm up Henry's chest and toys with his nipple.* There are so many things. *The hand goes to cup Henry's groin.*
Stuart: Oh, no, Sir. *grins* I would be the one obliged to you.
Henry: *moans quietly and rubs his arse more firmly against Rufus*
Rufus: But first, *tips Henry's head back* Kiss me.
Paul: *chuckles* I'm sure you will, but save that for afterwards, hm?
Henry: *licks slowly over Rufus' lips*
Stuart: Afterwards, hm? *moves slowly against Paul, a sensuous full body squirm* I think I can do that, Sir.
Rufus: *purrs and opens his lips a little*
Paul: *stifles a groan, trailing a fingertip up the side of Stuart's neck before he leans close to whisper* I don't scene in public, boy, lovely though you are.
Cillian: *Cillian wanders into the bar trying to project confidence. His gladiator costume a bit more revealing than he is used to*
Craig: *spots What the boy he was talking to earlier is now up to and smiles fully, nodding in appreciation as he makes his way back to the bar*
Stuart: *purrs, tipping his head faintly, and squirms a moment more before going still* That's a pity, Sir. Because you're just irresistible.
Paul: Hush. *slaps him gently*
Henry: *turns fully to face Rufus and kisses him more deeply, sucking on his tongue*
Stuart: *lets out a little, playful whimper* I'm not allowed to tell the truth, Sir?
Rufus: *Moans softly into Henry's mouth, then takes control of the kiss before looking up, a little flushed.*
Paul: *grins* I also don't blush in public, boy. Save the compliments as a nice accompaniment for the obligation, hm?
Stuart: *grins* Do you at least kiss in public, Sir?
Henry: *lays his hands lightly on Rufus' chest and looks up at him from under his lashes*
Paul: I could be persuaded.
Stuart: And what... *catches the end of the delicate chain leash Hugh'd slipped 'round his neck, pressing it into Paul's hand* would persuade you to do so?
Rufus: *smiles at Henry.* Thank you* Plant a kiss on the tip of his nose.* Pretty pet.
Henry: *smiles and ducks his head* Your costume is very dashing, Sir.
Paul: *winds the chain around his fingers, using it to pull Stuart closer* I think a beautiful boy begging rather prettily might just do it.
Cillian: *wanders to the bar for a pint* *settles himself on a stool to watch the crowd for a bit*
Rufus: I'm glad you like it. *grins* It is rather complicated to get into and out of.
Stuart: *moans quietly, his hands settling lightly on Paul's chest* Please, Sir. I don't think I can wait until tomorrow. Please, just one kiss? Something to hold me over 'til then?
Craig: *Leans against the bar sipping his drink, still grinning from ear to ear* *spots Cillian come in and waves*
Hugh: *watches the interplay of people for a few moments, then turns to Ioan* *kisses his forehead, smiling* Now, let's get you beaten. *stands up, leads Ioan out of the room*
Henry: Ah. *nods* Perhaps you could use someone to assist you.
Sean: *tugs on Viggo's collar, nods at Adam* look at that pretty thing.
Paul: *whispers* Perfect. *leans in, eyes sliding shut, for a deep, slow kiss*
Adam: *blushes, as he notices he's being checked out*
Stuart: *groans, all but melting against Paul, lips parting readily, eagerly for the kiss*
Viggo: *looks to at Adam, cock hardening at the sharp tug to his collar* Very pretty, sir.
Cillian: *sees Craigy at the bar, grabs his drink and heads over*
Sean: *considering* You want?
Rufus: An assistant would be perfect. *watches Paul kiss Stuart and squirms against Henry*
Viggo: *licks lips* If you would care to watch, sir.
Craig: Cillian! *moves to hug him hard, kissing the side of his neck fondly*
Paul: *reluctant to relinquish Stuart's mouth, but damnation, he also doesn't get horny in public, so he lets go, eyes flickering open, staring at the boy* You truly are a work of art...
Sean: *laughs* I can't imagine having a problem with that. As long as you can take direction. *raises an eyebrow at Viggo* *beckons to Adam with his other hand*
Adam: *looks around* Me? *boggles* *gets up and walks toward the men.* You need me, sirs?
Stuart: *smiles slow and sly, tongue slicking over his lower lip* Thank you, Sir. For both the compliment and the kiss. It'll give me even more to anticipate.
Henry: *rubs against Rufus again to encourage him* I'd be happy to volunteer, Sir.
Cillian: *hugs back* Craig! *purrs at the kiss and trails his fingers over Craig's shoulders* Very nice decoration. Sean: *to Adam* you. *grins* I'm Sean. This is Viggo.
Craig: Why, thank-you! *twirls, the cobwebs not hiding the flogger marks in the slightest* I'm having the best time so far!
Paul: You're welcome, boy. I would say the pleasure was all mine, but... *shrugs, then smiles*
Stuart: *chuckles quietly and starts to pull away* I'll make sure it's.... mostly yours tomorrow, Sir.
Adam: *to Sean* I know who you are, sirs. *blushes brightly*
Paul: *nods, amused, letting him go; obviously the boy has to be elsewhere now*
Rufus: *turns Henry back to face the room and snugs him close* Well, you've got clever fingers so... I'll accept the offer. *leans on his shoulder and watches Stuart leave.*
Stuart: "he's obviously reluctant to leave, but he steps back anyway* Until then, Sir. *tosses a quick wink to Henry, mouths 'be good' at him, and tips a nod to Rufus before turning to leave*
Sean: *brushes a finger over Adam's shoulder* But then, who are you?
Henry: *grins and shrugs at Rufus* I'm always good.
Rufus: *Chuckles* Oh really? Surely there's a bad boy in there somewhere? *teases*
Adam: I'm Adam, sir. Adam Lamberg. An Intern here. *smiles and twists the button of the tunic in his fingers.*
Paul: *settles back, cradling his drink and watching Rufus with his boy*
Cillian: You certainly seem to be. *eyes the marks* Just got here, myself.
Henry: *licks slowly along his upper lip* You're more than welcome to search for him, Sir.
Sean: are you nervous, boy? don't be. *nudges Viggo forward*
Craig: Lovely outfit, by the way! *lifts up a flap on the skirt and tries to peek underneath* you going commando?
Cillian: *blushes hot, whispering* I am. *tries not to squirm*
Rufus: And just where would I find him? Hmmm? *bites at Henry's neck and at the same time, pinches a nipple and gently squeezes his groin.* Feels good to me. Rufus: *can't help shooting a look across at Paul*
Adam: *nods* I am, sir. *can't really meet their eyes. Not if he wants to talk.* I'm a new member. *Smiles at Viggo*
George: *sees a familiar figure entering the room. He is dressed as Philip Marlowe* He squeals and jumps off his seat and rushes over* Edwardo!!!!
Henry: *hisses in pleasure, and leans in closer to Rufus* You might have to look deep inside, Sir.
Ed: *kisses George* Hey slut, how you doing?
George: *yawns* I'm off Duchess, I have an assignation with a guy dressed as an LAPD cop.... *he kisses Ed's cheeks and vanishes in a cloud of D&G Pour Homme*
Craig: Eeee! *giggles and peeks a bit more, blushing before he drops it, leaning right against Cillian's chest* you cute little gladiator, you!
Rufus: I'll definitely be going deeper later, pet. *Looks at Paul with a smirk* Secured your dance?
Viggo: *smiles, bends closer so his face is very close to Adam's* My...sir enjoys watching. May I kiss you?
Ed: *heads for the bar, sees Cillian and nods to him*
Adam: Please do. *tilts face up for a kiss* I usually like to watch. But being watched is more fun.
Cillian: *hugs Craig close* Thanks. What, or should I say who, have you been up to? Cillian: *nods back at Ed, then smiles shyly at him*
Paul: A delicious waltz, dear boy. *smiles at Rufus*
Ed: *comes over to Cillian and Craig* Am I interrupting you boys?
Sean: *grins broadly, stands back a pace and loosens the cravat at his throat*
Viggo: *smiles and tips his head forward, brushing his lips over Adam's lightly, once, and then again, deepening the kiss almost immediately*
Ed: *touches Cillian lightly on the shoulder.* And how are you Cillian?
Craig: Two nice dom's in one of the playrooms. I kinda barged into their room when I was looking for the bathroom! ...they took lovely advantage of my daftness! *looks at the newcomer with interest*
Cillian: Not at all. Doing well, and you.
Adam: *moans into Viggo's mouth* *places his small hands on Viggo's face, just letting the kiss deepen*
Cillian: Craig, this is Ed...Ed, Craig.
Ed: Good, thanks... *he looks Cillian up and down*
Rufus: Good for you. *smiles back. To Henry* Would you get me a long G&T please, pet. And whatever you'd like.
Craig: *sticks out hand to be shaken* *(though a bit limply)* Hi, Ed!
Ed: *smiles* It's Craig isn't it? *shakes his hand*
Henry: Yes, Sir. *steps away and goes to the bar to order Rufus' drink, and another club soda for himself*
Cillian: *blushes at Ed's appraisal* Glad to hear it.
Craig: *smiles sweetly and nods* can I...? I can get you two some drinks if you'd like to talk?
Viggo: *breaks the kiss long enough to breath before pulling him in, close, hands against his back and his ass, tongue thrusting into his mouth*
Cillian: *grins at Craig* Thanks, a soda water would be great.
Ed: Diet coke please... *also smiles and gives Craig the once over *
Rufus: *considers,* Do you mind? *Leans a little closer to Paul, gathering Henry close again and taking the drink.* Thank you.
Craig: *nods and steps back before going off to get the drinks*
Sean: *tilts his head to watch*
Adam: *whimpers* God... more.. *wraps arms around Viggo's neck*
Cillian: *To Ed* Haven't seen you around London at all, have you been travelling?
Ed: *grins at Cillian* Yeah, went to New York last week for business, but I'll be around for a bit now. You wanna come out for dinner one day soon?
Sean: *circles around behind Adam and whispers in his ear* how would you feel about having sex, right here?
Viggo: *grinds his hips into Adam's, kissing him roughly, adding teeth*
Henry: *nuzzles Rufus a little, glad to be close, but trying to stay out of the space between him and Paul*
Cillian: Would love to, thanks. *Grins back*
Ed: *leans over and kisses him*
Adam: *places hands on Viggo's chest* Please, sir. I'm not comfortable with public sex. *He sighs, feeling stupid and young.*
Rufus: *Holds Paul's gaze as he runs his hands languidly over Henry's chest*
Cillian: *kisses back, one hand resting on Ed's shoulder*
Paul: *sips his drink* Mind? Of course not, dear boy. *tempted to let his fingers go to Rufus' hair, but the poor man can't top whilst he's feeling submissive*
Sean: Shame. it's like you're made for it. *traces a finger down Adam's spine* there's private rooms down the hall... ?
Adam: *shivers at the feel of Sean's finger* I'd like that. *he's immensely glad that they can do this in private.*
Sean: *leans over Adam's shoulder, hooks a finger in Viggo's collar, and pulls, hard* Go book us all a room, lad. then come back and get us.
Rufus: *Just close enough to feel Paul's warmth through their suits he stops himself leaning against him. He slides his fingertips just into the waistband of Henry's trousers. To Paul, casually,* Are you staying at the chateau?
Ed: *pull away and looks at Cillian* I like your costume, babe! I can't help feeling you're wearing too many clothes though.... *grins*
Paul: I am. *traces a fingertip around the rim of his brandy glass before he takes a sip* The usual room. *smiles*
Cillian: *blushes* Too many clothes? *giggles, thinking of what he is not wearing* This has to be the least dressed I have been in public for a good while.
Ed: *runs his hand over Cillian's chest* Mmmm, very pretty....
Viggo: *eyes widen as his air is cut off, suddenly rock hard, responding hoarsely:* Yes sir. *to Sean before going to book them a room*
Rufus: *Nods. Watches Paul's finger and shivers. His own fingers slide lower. To Henry.* They are lovely trousers, pet, but I'd like you out of them. *
Cillian: *shivers* Thank you, Sir. *grins cheekily*
Adam: *whimpers as Viggo goes, then turns to face Sean* May I kiss you, sir?
Sean: you ask so nicely, how can I possibly refuse?
Ed: Hmmm, so now I've got you, whatever shall I do with you *grins and raises his eyebrow*
Adam: *raise up on tiptoe and kisses Sean softly*
Cillian: *smiles shyly* Anything you like.
Henry: *smiles and ducks his head* Yes, Sir. *sets his glass aside, and then quickly skins out of his trousers* *stands back up, well-aware that now anyone can see how hard he is*
Ed: Take your skirt off then, that'll be a good start....
Sean: *lets Adam have control for a moment, then kisses him deeply*
Adam: *just hangs on, almost climbing Sean to deepen the kiss*
Viggo: *returns silently with a room key and stands to the side, watching*
Rufus: *nods and smiles* That's perfect, Henry. Now come back where I can hold you. *His hand closes around Henry's cock. Carrying on the conversation with Paul* I'm not here often enough to have a usual room.
Henry: *gasps a little but stands obediently rigid, hands clasped behind his back*
Sean: *Sean runs his hands up and down Adam's back; he feels like he could snap Adam like a twig. He palms Adam's arse with both hands and lifts him up towards Sean's mouth*
Cillian: *takes a shuddering breath* Yes, of course, Sir. *slowly removes the skirt and ends up standing in the broad collar and sandals* *blushes fiercely*
Rufus: *Watches Henry as he strokes him then gathers him close again and kisses his cheek*
Adam: *squeaks as he's lifted* *wraps legs around Sean's waist*
Paul: *chuckles at Rufus' comment* I'm a creature of habit, dear boy.
Ed: Mmmm, that's much better.... Why don't you get yourself really hard for me. *he puts a hand on Cillian's ass, gently smoothing the soft skin*
Rufus: And such interesting habits. *Grins cheekily at his friend*
Sean: *laughs, kisses Adam again* *notices Viggo, off to the side* All ready, then?
Viggo: Yes sir. *hands him the room key*
Cillian: *glances around to see if anyone is watching* *reaches down and starts stroking himself quickly* Cillian: Yes, sir.
Sean: *glances at Adam* much as I'd like to carry you there...
Ed: No, boy, slow down, I want to enjoy this *lets fingers stray to Cillian's asshole and just rubs over it with his fingers*
Cillian: *slows down immediately and squeaks a bit when Ed's finger rubs him*
Adam: *clings to Sean* *then lets go and slides down* Sorry, sir,
Sean: Shall we, then?
Rufus: *Wonders whether he should take Henry somewhere more private but enjoying having Paul's eyes on them. Holds Henry firmly and continues gently stroking his cock. Eyes flickering between the two men*
Ed: I like that noise a lot... *he rubs harder, then scratches with his finger nail*
Adam: *shyly takes Sean's hand* Please, sir.
Sean: *hooks a finger in Viggo's collar* lead the way, then, lad.
Cillian: *the scratch gets another squeak and a deep blush*
Viggo: *shivers as his collar is pulled tight against his throat again* Yes sir. *leads them out*
Paul: *gives Rufus an intimate smile, then turns back to his drink for a moment*
Ed: *takes off his mac and lays it over a chair* Oh that colour really suits you, boy... and keep stroking your cock
Henry: *focuses on his breathing, because his cock is throbbing already in Rufus' hand, and he doesn't want to shame himself or disappoint Rufus*
Cillian: Yes, Sir. *starts stroking again, not entirely aware that he had mostly stopped* *takes another glance around, glad that not too many seem to even notice him here*
Ed: Don't worry about people watching, they'll all be so jealous of me....
Cillian: *lowers eyes at being caught* Not sure about that, Sir. More like jealous of me.
Rufus: Shhh *Kisses Henry's neck* Good boy. Maybe... * Does he want to scene here in the bar? But he doesn't want to leave yet. Moves his hand to Henry's chest.* You could go upstairs and wait for me.
Paul: *sighs just a little, glancing back around the room and wishing that Billie was here. He might have even been tempted to whip the boy in public, because his resistance to that particular boy is somewhat low*
Henry: Yes, Sir. Do you have any special instructions for this boy?
Rufus: *Catches Paul's sigh and raises an eyebrow.* Bored, my friend?
Ed: How close are you boy?
Paul: *gives Rufus a slightly guilty look* No. Just... wishing someone were here.
Cillian: Close, but not on the edge yet. *is getting there quickly*
Rufus: *Strokes Henry's cheek.* Just relax... and don't come before I get there. *grins*
Ed: When I fuck you, boy I want you to be desperate for it, so close to the edge that you can taste it...
Rufus: *Smiles gently at Paul.* I understand. *does lean against him this time*
Henry: *ducks head* Thank you, Sir. *picks up trousers* *to Paul* Good night, Sir. *goes upstairs to wait for Rufus*
Paul: *gives in to the urge to slide his fingers into Rufus' hair, dipping down to kiss him gently* Thank you.
Cillian: *just hearing that makes Cillian get close* Oh, God, Sir. Yeah, getting there.
Rufus: *purrs and returns the kiss* Can um...*a little cheeky* anyone else help?
Paul: *whispers against Rufus' lips* You have a beautiful boy waiting for you.
Rufus: I do. *grins* Do him good to wait.
Paul: *chuckles* You little tart.
Rufus: Who me? *blushes and rubs his cheek on Paul's shoulder*
Ed: When you're even nearer, then I want you to get over that table over there *points* so I can fuck you hard, make sure you hang on tight...
Paul: Mmhm. Yes, you. Do you really want to keep that lovely boy of yours waiting?
Rufus: *Bites his lip* 'spose not. Hardly his fault that you can get me so hard I can't think.
Cillian: *strokes just a bit harder, gasping as he nears the edge* Yes, Sir. *moves over to the table and drapes himself, holding tight*
Rufus: But I hope you've got a waltz for me too... or possibly a tango. *squirms. whispers* or you could get me all primed and ready for him.
Ed: *grabs a condom and lube from a bowl on the bar, strides over to the table, gets his very hard cock out of his pants and gets the condom on, a slick of lube on his fingers and he's corkscrewing them into Cillian's ass*
Paul: *chuckles* Well I wouldn't want to deprive the poor boy of the end result... *slips a hand between Rufus' thighs, purring against his ear* ...but I think I can get you ready for him.
Cillian: Oh, God that feels good, Sir. *pushes back slightly onto those fingers, forgetting about being in the middle of the bar* Ed: *scissors them, making sure he's well prepped* Gonna feel better when it's my cock in your ass
Rufus: I'm sure you can. *Sighing and opening his thighs a little. His fingers tightening on his glass*
Cillian: I'm sure it will, Sir. *moans as he is stretched, bracing himself *
Paul: *takes the glass from him, wary of broken shards, putting it down on the bar and leaning in for another kiss as he strokes gently, teasingly*
Ed: *can't wait any longer, removes his fingers and lets his cock nudge at Cillian's hole* Come on boy, ask me for it
Rufus: Ohhh... Paul... *His head drops to Paul's shoulder again, his hand to his friend's knee.*
Cillian: Please, Sir. *gulps as he feels the cock nudging his entrance* Oh, whatever you want. God, please.
Ed: *can't wait any longer, pushes his cock in, not stopping till his balls rest against Cillian's ass* Now fuck yourself on my cock, boy.
Paul: *nuzzles his face into Rufus' hair, murmuring* You're not going to come for me. You're going to save that for the pretty boy, waiting for you upstairs, hm?
Cillian: *sighs deep as he is filled* Yes, Sir. *tenses his muscles and pulls himself forward before shoving back onto Ed hard* Oh, God.
Rufus: *nods* Wait. Yes. *gasps* If I can. *Surprisingly he thinks he can do it, as long as Paul isn't too wicked*
Paul: *pulls away with a smile* Then I think you should take your drink upstairs and give him the fucking that he so obviously needs.
Ed: God, yeah... *grabs at Cillian's hips and begins to fuck him, shoving in the slim body as hard as he can*
Rufus: *Takes a deep breath and sits up* Quite right. *Kisses Paul lightly* Have fun, * grins* m'lord.
Paul: *glances around* Ah, I think the violin calls me tonight.
Cillian: *moans as hands grip his hips* Oh, yes, you feel so good, Sir. *pushes back into Ed, meeting his thrusts*
Ed: Not as good as you do boy, *reaches round and grabbing Cillian's leaking cock, begins to fist it in time with his own thrusts*
Cillian: *whimpers when his cock is grabbed* *eyes slide shut as he lets himself sink into the feeling of being fucked hard*
Rufus: Your true love. *Rufus stands and picks up his glass and also takes a glance around the bar* I love to hear it, but my boy calls. *smiles* Good night.
Paul: Good night, dear friend. *smiles*
Rufus: *Rufus wends his way out of the bar*
Ed: How close are you slutty boy? *he can feel just how hard Cillian is getting, thinks he wont be able to hold on much longer himself*
Paul: *looks down into his glass, swirling the cognac around for a moment before he drinks the last to it, setting the glass down on the bar again*
Cillian: So close, Sir. *holds on, determined to wait out Ed's permission* Please, Sir. I am so close, want to feel you.
Ed: Good lad... *Fucks Cillian harder, gather pace till he can't hang on a moment longer, gives Cillian's cock a vicious twist* Come for me now... *he orders as he begins to come himself*
Cillian: *cries out at the twist and comes hard ending with a whimper* Thank you, Sir. *lies panting on the table as he comes down*
Paul: *gets to his feet and, with one final glance around, makes his way out of the bar. Corelli and Stradivari will soothe him to sleep tonight*
Ed: *gently pulls out and kisses the back of Cillian's neck* Good boy, that was fucking awesome...
Cillian: *eyes close at the kiss, reaches out a hand to Ed's hip* Thank you, Sir, was unbelievable from this end, too. *blushes a bit as he moves to get up and catches sight of the bar*
Hugh Jackman: Hugh walks into the room, his costume is of a rogue swashbuckler scoundrel, smiling behind his black mask he joins the festivities.
Ed: They'll all be thinking what a lucky man I am, babe. *helps him up*
Cillian: *Grins at Ed* Thank you, Sir. *clings a bit as he gets himself steadied.*
Ed: *picks up Cillian's stuff* Don't forget, dinner next week, yes?
Cillian: *Takes his things and starts to get redressed* Wouldn't dream of it. *smiles shyly and looks at Ed through his lashes*
Ed: *kisses him one last time* See you very soon, little one....
Cillian: *returns to his drink at the bar and watches Ed leave*
James: James Marsters entered the bar and looked around, he knew his friend Jake would probably here and maybe even David. He hadn't seen them for awhile.
Johnny: Johnny Depp entered and looked around, he was wondering who would be here that he knew.
Nic: *enters the room, hand on the small of Billy's back, against the corset he's wearing.* You look beautiful my boy. *whispers, kissing the side of his head as he looks around at the crowd*
Billy: Thank you, sir. You look very handsome yourself. *smiles, eyes widening as he takes in the number of people* This boy had no idea it would be this busy. *curls in closer against Nic*
Nic: *smirks, gentle pressure to Billy's back, guiding him towards the bar. "A drink first...order them boy." He hooks a finger in the back of Billy's corset and sits, surveying the room.
Billy: *smiles at bartender* Whiskey Sour, please, and this boy'll have cranberry juice if you have it.
Marton: *enters the room quietly, hanging by the door, just looking around, glad to be wearing enough black that he isn't immediately noticeable*
Billy: *giggles to himself as he gets a raised eyebrow in response to "this boy"* *leans into Nic* This boy guesses his costume's effective after all.
Nic: *leans and kisses his cheek, just above the livid bruise on his cheek* You look beautiful mine. Marked and lovely...*smiles softly, takes his drink* thank you boy....*said loud enough for the bartender to hear*
Jules:*sweeps in, half-cape thrown back over his shoulder, even the dim lighting dancing over the sparkles and spangles of his costume - a perfect reproduction of one of Liberace's outfits, complete with bouffant hairdo and froths of lace at the wrists and throat* *heads immediately to the bar* San Benedetto with a wedge of lime, if you please.
Billy: *smiles shyly and thanks the bartender for the drinks* Oh, wow. *eyes even wider at Liberace's entrance* Look at that guy. Some people go all out.
Nic: *chokes on his whiskey sour* *to Billy* haven't seen sequins like that in....ever...very well done. *reaches a hand out to Jules* fine costume.....*raises an eyebrow*
Jules:*offers his hand like a woman asking for her hand to be kissed* My thanks...and it's Julian...McMahon. *cuts his eyes over at Billy momentarily, then back to Nic* And please...allow me to extend my own compliments.
Billy: *smiles and nods at Julian, leaving introductions up to Nic*
Orlando: *enters with Eric, both wearing deep, blue togas, dressed as Paris and Hector* Well, brother, *grins* the bar doesn't look too crowded - care for a drink? or should we mingle first?
Cillian: *sitting at the bar with his water, watching the newest batch of costumes come through the door*
Nic: *smiles and shakes the hand, feeling it is firm under the affected limpness* Nic Cage and my boy...*quick glance at Billy and a wink* Billy. And yes...*strokes a finger down Billy's cheek* he pleases me too.
Johnny: Johnny Depp was sitting at the bar and then looked at the door, of course he had to dress as his character of Jack and was drinking his rum, he glanced up when he heard a voice he knew and glanced at the door.
Billy: *blushes* Pleased to meet you, sir.
Eric: Is there a choice for going back to our room and ravishing my brother some more? *kisses the side of Orlando's neck and laughs* I think I'm going to hell for this.
Jules: *smiles at the fondness between the two, giving Nic's hand one last press before disengaging* *to Billy* The pleasure is mine, Billy. *winks at Nic* I haven't seen anyone tarted up that prettily since the last time I took in 'Carmen'.
Nic: *snorts* My boy wanted to be my /girl/ for the night... who am I to say no to such a pretty face? *sips his drink and leans against the bar on his stool, pulling Billy closer*
Orlando: Then I'm all for hell. *laughs, slipping an arm around Eric's waist* Raincheck on the ravishing long enough to check out the costumes and have a drink?
Jules: *tilts his head briefly, looking at Nic, thoughtful expression on his face* Hmm...Correct me if I'm wrong, but did I or did I not send you tickets to a concert? About four weeks ago now?
Billy: *snuggles in, listening intently to the conversation as he sips at his juice*
Marton: *finally pushes himself away from the door and heads over to the bar, ordering himself a coke*
Nic: *smiles* that you did...unfortunately business took me away before the performance. tsk...shame too. You'll have to give me your next series schedule. I think my boy here might like a treat like that. How were your shows? *pets slowly along the nape of Billy's neck*
Eric: Mm. Definitely. What're you drinking?
Travis: *slowly walks into the club. hair and clothes disheveled. reminds himself not to smudge his makeup. smiles to himself as thinks how long it took him to make the black eye look real. sits at the bar, taking in the costumes as he waits for a drink*
Billy: *purrs softly at Nic's touch*
Jules: *waves a hand expressively* Wonderful. The crowds in London are always so attentive and appreciative. *to Billy* You enjoy classical piano?
Orlando: Just a beer I think. And a water, please.
Billy: *smiles and nods* Yes, this boy does. Very much.
Johnny: Johnny watches them and shook his head as he ordered another rum.
Nic: He has impeccable taste, really. *smiles at Billy*
Eric: *orders a beer and water for Orlando and a scotch for himself, straight up* *leans against the bar, pulling Orlando close and kissing him* Are you enjoying the weekend so far?
Billy: *to Nic, smiling demurely* Thank you, sir.
Jules: *smiles sleekly* Then if you or your Sir would be so kind as to let me know where I might find either of you and I'll be sure to have tickets sent round *to Nic, teasing* again - *back to Billy* the next time I'm in your area.
Nic: *nudges Billy to answer for him as he sips his drink*
Billy: The Cage in New York *looking at Nic for confirmation before continuing* would be your best bet, Mr. McMahon. And thank you.
Nic: Yes, thank you we'll look forward to your next show.
Hugh: *walks in with Ioan, who is walking next to him. Hugh's tie is loosened and Ioan's makeup has been washed off. Ioan looks well-beaten and well-fucked*
Ioan: *walks carefully behind master, rubbing his neck*
Billy: *looks at Nic again, wondering if that means what he thinks he does* *bites at his lower lip and glances around the room, not wanting to risk hoping for too much*
Hugh: *heads to the bar and orders a martini*
Jules: *actual, honest smile* You're most welcome. It's my pleasure. I'd much rather see them go to someone who will actually appreciate what they're hearing.
Hugh: *looks around*
Nic: *spreads legs and pulls Billy between them, stroking the back of his neck with his thumb* When do you have your next series?
Orlando: *nods* Yeah. Both the party and, *slides one bare thigh between Eric's, pressing closer* you.
Jules: I'll be doing several dates in the States in November and then back for a series of Holiday Concerts in London and Vienna.
Travis: *orders a whiskey, eyes now idly taking in the club itself*
Eric: *kisses Orlando again, breaking only for their drinks* Here. *hands Orlando his beer and clinks his glass against it* To us. May we be doing this the next year and the year after and the year after that...
Hugh: How are you feeling, boy?
Ioan: Very sore, master. Thank you.
Billy: *leans into Nic's embrace, loving how safe and secure he feels with him*
Johnny: Johnny slowly turned around to watch the others. He slowly pushed the hat up some to see better.
Nic: *smiles, hand tightens on Billy's neck* well then...we shall be there. *the answer to the question hanging between them plain, if Billy is listening*
Hugh: *notices Billy, raises his glass to him*
Billy: *looks up at Nic and smiles, still unsure* *nods at Hugh and raises his juice glass in response*
Hugh: *smiles, then looks over Nic in approval*
Orlando: *almost drops his beer, blushes, and takes a deep breath* And the years after that. *raises his glass, drinks an awkward sip then drops it on the counter and leans forward, kissing Eric /hard/*
Nic: *following the motion of Billy's toast* friend of yours boy? *hand snakes down and around his waist, thumb under the edge of his corset, pressing hard* *whispers* yes...we will discuss it later boy...but you understood me.
Marton: *runs his fingers around the rim of his glass, going back to looking around curiously*
Billy: *whimpers softly* Mr. Grant, sir, and thank you, sir. Your boy wasn't sure. *presses closer*
Ioan: *nuzzles Hugh's hand* May I have some water?
Hugh: Of course. *orders some not-freezing water for Ioan*
Eric: *deepens the kiss, one hand at the small of Orlando's back pressing him closer and biting at his mouth* And the years after that. *nods, smiling*
Nic: *kisses the top of Billy's head* I know the man's name boy. *fingers sliding under the corset, pinching*
Jules: *follows the direction of the others' gazes and sees Hugh, nods cordially and turns back, eyes laughing a little at the play between Nic and Billy*
Hugh: *nods back to Julian*
Hugh: *takes long, relaxing sip of martini and sighs happily*
Billy: *yelps and then blushes, turning his head against Nic's chest* Did sir want details?
Orlando: *wraps both arms around Eric's neck, returns the kiss with a quiet moan* About that ravishing....
Eric: *teases* What about it? *hands sliding up under Orlando's skirt*
Nic: mmm....another time lovely...*kisses his head, sniffing at him* *puts drink down and requests tonic and lime, drains half in one sip, requests an empty shot glass* *whispers* take this glass....go to the bathroom. *nips at his ear* I want you to jack off....do it fast boy and aim true...*shoves the glass into Billy's hand*
Billy: *freezes for a moment, eyes wide, mouth open* *looks at Nic and then at the glass, blushing furiously at Julian* Yes, sir. Please excuse this boy. *he leaves the ballroom as quickly and steadily as his legs will carry him*
Jules: *smirks at Nic*
Nic: *shrugs, goes back to his tonic* so have you brought someone with you tonight Jules?
Orlando: I'd like to vote for getting to it sooner rather than later. *bites lip, shivering at Eric's hand up the back of his skirt*
Jules: *chuckles* I've brought the ghost of Liberace, does that count?
Nic: *raises a glass* for your sake...I hope so. *laughs* *pulls out cigar from pocket and chews it, not attempting to light*
Jules: *chuckles along with and takes a sip of his drink*
Eric: Mm. *softly, into Orlando's ear, breath warm against his cheek* I'd like to vote for keeping you up all night then taking you down to the dungeon tomorrow, chaining you to a wall and introducing you to a singletail. Something to mark this occasion /and/ my boy.
Ioan: *sips water slowly*
Nic: *looks up and smiles at Billy's return, flush faced, half hiding his shot glass* ahhh....*holds a hand out to Billy*
Billy: *goes to Nic, trying not to look at Julian - or anyone else for that matter*
Orlando: *whimpers, the room fading to the heat of Eric's body, mouth, hand* Yes. *kisses, a bit desperate* Your boy would love that.
Nic: *pulls Billy closer* show me.
Jules: *smirks when he sees the still slightly glazed look in Billy's eyes but doesn't say anything, not wanting to intrude* *looks over again towards Hugh*
Hugh: *looks suggestively at Julian*
Eric: *kisses harder* I think we should go back to our room. Unless... *glances around, his meaning clear*
Billy: *holds glass where Nic can see it, between the two of them*
Jules: *softly* Excuse me, gentlemen. *saunters over to Hugh, once again flipping the short cape over his shoulder*
Orlando: Room, room. *kisses Eric hard* Room would be good. *kisses again*
Nic: *glances around, and looks down* impressive boy...*dips in a finger, cold and not so pleasant, wipes it across Billy's lower lip then leans in to kiss him* mmmm....yes....obedience tastes so wonderful...*takes the glass from him and leans over the bar, dropping it in the trash* even cold....
Hugh: *offers hand* Hello, Julian.
Eric: *laughs, picking Orlando up in his arms and carrying him from the ballroom*
Johnny: Johnny snickered softly as he leaned back and watched the rest of the people not sure who was all here.
Billy: *whimpers, so very thankful when Nic's dumps the glass into the garbage*
Nic: *turns Billy so his back is to him and pulls him close, whispers in his ear* I'm so very proud of you boy. *slides hands down to rest on the fronts of Billy's thighs*
Jules: *smiles and takes the offered hand* Hugh, it's been ages. I was beginning to wonder if you'd dropped off the face of the earth. *eyes cut briefly to Ioan* I see now that you had more than ample reason to shun society.
Hugh: Well, he does keep me busy. How've you been?
Billy: *smiles* Thank you, sir. It means a lot to your boy. *leans into Nic's chest* Thank you too for not making him do anything more than that with it. He was terrified coming back from the bathroom.
Jules: I've been really quite well, thank you...Home for the last three weeks or so, resting up before heading to the States. And you, Hugh?
Hugh: I've been very well. Negotiating more work, beating my slave.
Nic: *brings a hand up around his waist* You're such a good boy, mine. No need to be scared. You trust your sir, yes? *licks the back of his neck* do you know what you taste like?
Jules: *chuckles* What more is there?
Hugh: Drinks. *grins*
Billy: *purrs* What?
Jules: *winks* Absolutely. *gestures to Hugh's glass* What are you having?
Hugh: A peach martini.
Nic: Sweat and sex... that's why I had you do that pretty one. *kisses his neck and slides off his stool, arm around Billy's waist* well that and because you look so pretty surprised....
Jules: *nods and snags a passing server, ordering Hugh's peach martini and another San Benedetto for himself*
Ioan: *smiles to himself*
Billy: *blushes again, smiling up at Nic* Sir keeps his boy on his toes.
Jules: *to Hugh before letting the server go* Anything for your slave?
Hugh: He has a drink. He can't have anything hard after being beaten.
Nic: *smiles* now there's an idea...*considers him* shall I take you home now my boy? *runs a finger over his cheek, pressing his bruise* *leans and whispers* string you from the rafters and make your back match your cheek?
Ioan: *grins and shifts in a way that pulls his skin against his bruises* *whimpers*
Jules: *nods and shoos the server on her way* *hears Ioan's whimper and raises an amused eyebrow at Hugh*
Hugh: *smiles almost innocently*
Billy: *moans softly, eyes almost closing* Yes, please, sir.
Jules: *thoughtful look* You know, I almost believe that. No wonder you get top dollar. *eyes twinkling*
Hugh: You have to beat them, hard and often. It keeps them in line.
Nic: *pets over Billy's head softly, then grasps the curls at the nape* home. I want my boy back....*winks and drops his hand to his waist, guiding him towards the door*
Jules: *nod* Oh, I completely concur. There's really no incentive like the promise of a good beating.
Hugh: Incentive. *licks his lips* One way to put it.
Hugh: Would you like to see the marks?
Jules: *wicked gleam lights his eyes* Why yes, I'd love to.
Hugh: Excellent. Slave?
Ioan: *goes to his knees and presents, showing off the marks on his back*
Jules: *moves a little to the side so he's not blocking the light* *doesn't touch but reaches out and traces the pattern of one shoulder in the air a few inches above it* Lovely pattern...
Hugh: Thank you. *watches Julian's hand* You can touch, but only lightly.
Ioan: *braces himself*
Jules: *glances at Hugh and nods his appreciation* *lets the agile, sensitive fingers dance delicately over Ioan's shoulders* *softly* Your Master's played a symphony of pain on you tonight.
Ioan: *whimpers* Thank you, Mr. McMahon
Jules: Oh, don't thank me. You should be thanking your Master. *lets his hand continue to roam*
Ioan: I have, sir. At length.
Jules: *finally pulls hand away, smile in his voice* Good boy. *to Hugh* He really is exceptional.
Hugh: Thank you. He was trained here.
Jules: *nods* Well, that explains a lot. *grins*
Hugh: Yes. He's a credit to his training.
Jules: *eyes back on Ioan and his lovely posture* That he is, my friend.
Ioan: *smiles to himself*
Hugh: Yes. Would you like to try his mouth?
Jules: *cocks his head* I think that would suit me perfectly, Hugh, thank you.
Ioan: *opens his mouth wide*
Jules: *has to fuss for a minute to get to the opening of his trousers in the elaborate costume*
Ioan: *waits happily*
Jules: *finally frees his cock, giving it a few lazy strokes as he circles Ioan, closing in* *smears the tip across the boy's bottom lip*
Ioan: *leans forward and starts licking*
Jules: *keeps hold of the base for now, hissing at the first contact*
Ioan: *gives Julian a good blowjob*
Jules: *wanting to see what the boy can do, simply rests his hands on Ioan's head, letting him do his thing*
Ioan: *likes being allowed to impress sir* *does his best*
Hugh: *watches carefully*
Jules: *lets himself come quickly, only shoving himself down the boy's throat the last few thrusts* *pets Ioan's hair back into place* Well done. *looking at Hugh over the boy* Thank you.
Hugh: You're welcome. *pats his thigh* Here, boy.
Ioan: *crawls over to Hugh and nuzzles his leg*
Jules: *watches as he does up his trousers* *wistful look crosses his features but is gone so quickly, it's debatable it was ever there*
Hugh: *sits back down at the bar, Ioan at his feet*
Jules: *picks up his glass and finishes his drink* *smile* You're a lucky man, my friend.
Hugh: Thank you. Have you ever had a house submissive? They're very good at what they do.
Jules: *shrugs* Oh, I've thought about it, having someone with me on the road but really, I can come up with as many cons as pros.
Hugh: You can get them for a short amount of time, if you'd like. Just to blow off some steam.
Ioan: *whimpers, rubbing himself against Hugh*
Hugh: *strokes Ioan's hair* Need anything, slave?
Ioan: *fails to cover his yawn* Your slave is tired, master.
Hugh: I can see that. *finishes martini and pushes back, nodding a goodbye to Julian* Let's get to bed, Ioan.
Ioan: Yes, master. Thank you. *smiles shyly as he follows him out*
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