Post by Killian King on Apr 29, 2017 22:07:21 GMT -5
OOC PSA: The writer of Killian King would like to take this time to apologize in advance for the acts of passion in which you are about to be immersed. I only ask that you find it within yourself to stomach through the reading until the grand finale. Any complaints in which find yourself to be the bearer of may be directed towards the giver of stipulations, Steve. If you find yourself aroused and/or titillated, compliments may be purveyed to myself, the writer of Killian King. You're welcome. Chad, I apologize, and I can't quit you. To my wife, I love you, and this means nothing.
Killian King and Alan Wallace were standing entirely too close to one another, especially considering there was a ring post between them. They stood on the apron of the squared circle, the third part of their team, Killian's girlfriend and the UGWC World Champion Eden Morgan, was inside the ring. Opposite them was the team of Lethal Attraction and Donovan Hastings.
Killian should have been paying attention to what was going on as he knew Eden would be looking for the hot tag soon, but Vain was doing entirely too much to keep his mind far from the act of wrestling.
“I’m just saying,” Vain was muttering, his head bent low, not even watching the match as he spoke under his breath. "I woke up today thinking about your dick in my mouth..."
“You need to stop that, this isn't the place..." Killian gritted out of the side of his lips, eyes not leaving the action in the ring.
How come?” it came out dripping with sugary sweet. “Because those tiny black trunks of yours can’t contain your massive bulge when I get you going?”
Killian let out a harsh breath and Vain could see his face was turning red. He chuckled to himself and leaned away, content with the work he’d done. He had teased Killian relentlessly the whole day. Eden had been around a lot lately, and Vain was starting to think she knew something was going on between them. He almost wished she'd say something so they wouldn't have to hide anymore...
Eden tagged Killian in, England's Greatest Export slipping through the ropes. It wasn't long before the match ended and the three of them headed back to their respective changing areas, Vain winking at Killian over Eden's head on the way.
"Hey don't forget I have that thing to do with Jet so I'll go back with him. I know how much you hate Chicago so it's you two on the plane back to New Orleans. Try not to miss me too much," Eden says to Killian, wrapping her arms around his neck and raising up on tiptoe to kiss him. Behind her, Vain looks away uncomfortably, jealousy eating at him tearing him apart slowly.
"Alright love... I'll see you in a couple days then," Killian slaps his girlfriend on the ass as she walks away, then turns a dangerous look on Vain that thrills "The Intellectual Adonis" down to the soles of his feet.
The takeoff on the plane was smoothed the ride quieter than usual. Killian wasn't as jolly as Vain had hoped, his mouth was set in a scowl the whole time.
“What’s wrong?” Vain pressed, putting a hand in Killian's knee.
“You can’t do that to me.” Killian spat it out like it’d been on the tip of his tongue all night. For once, Vain felt bad about teasing.
“I just thought, since we hadn’t seen each other in a while…”
Killian turned to Vain and said through clenched teeth, “You’re lucky I had some time to cool down, or I’d be fucking you until you were begging me to stop right about now.”
Vain groaned and rubbed at the front of his pants. “Don’t tease me with promises like that if you’re not going to keep them.”
Killian laughed and took Vain's hand in his.
"Just you wait, baby boy. You’re in trouble when we get there. I always keep my promises.”
They said no more words until they were standing in Killian's bedroom. Killian had dismissed the staff for the day, including the pestering and most Nottingham, so the place was all theirs.
Vain suddenly turned and slammed Killian up against the wall, pinning the Englishman's hands to each side of his head. He put a knee between Killian's legs and looked at him with a triumphant grin.
“Get it out of your system, Wallace," Killian sighed. He turned his head to the side as Vain's lips made a line down his neck, kissing slowly and softly. Vain raked his fingers down the inside of each of Killian's pinned arms before letting them drop and wrapping his arms around the other man instead.
Killian moaned as Vain's hands worked under his shirt, caressing the skin on his lower back. “Get this off,” he murmured as he tugged at Vain's t-shirt. Vain leaned only his torso back, still keeping Killian pinned to the wall with his leg, and took his shirt off over his head. He reached for Killian's and did the same.
When Vain brought his attentions back to Killian, he concentrated on his chest. His hands came down to pin Killian's hips to the wall as he sunk to his knees in front of his zipper. Killian ran a hand through Vain's hair as he looked down at him, watching him undo his pants. Vain yanked them down in one quick movement, leaving Killian bare.
Vain dipped his head down to run his tongue up the underside of Killian's balls, making him moan and arch his back off the wall. He then worked to the underside of Killian's shaft with a flat tongue before circling it around the tip.
"Shit,” Killian breathed out, feeling his knees weaken. Vain felt it, too, and pushed his hands harder against Killian's hips to keep him upright. His mouth worked around the tip of Killian's cock, slowly taking each inch in until he was almost choking.
"Bloody hell," Killian said, grabbing a fist full of Vain's hair. “Is this what you were thinking about when you woke up this morning?”
Vain nodded and made noises of agreement with his mouth full, making Killian's whole body jerk.
"Ahhhh…it’s good to know you missed me.” Killian barely got the words out before he shouted, “Fuck!” as Vain started moving his head up and down. Just as Killian was reaching the peak, Vain pulled away and stood up. He undid his pants and stepped out of them and removed his shoes before standing in front of Killian. Killian was still too worked up from the feeling of Vain's tongue on his cock, and he faltered in peeling himself off the wall.
Vain took advantage of it and leaned in to kiss him, pushing him back against the plaster anyway. This time he reached down between them and started stroking Killian, Killian returning the favor, making Vain's breath catch. Killian caught the gasp with his own lips as they closed over Vain's.
"Fuck I've missed you. Even after everything with Roberts, I still want you,” he mumbled against his lips.
“Missed you, too,” Vain panted. He put his forehead on Killian's and looked down. “You were saying something about fucking me until I was begging?”
Killian finally gathered himself and snaked his hands into Vain's hair, turning them both away from the wall as he kissed him. He pushed Vain down and went right for his neck, lightly nipping at the skin at the base. Vain moaned and squirmed under Killian, his cock pressing up into his stomach. “Please, fuck me,” Vain moaned.
Killian got up on his knees and smiled down at him.
"You’ll be asking for the opposite soon."
He hopped off the bed to grab a bottle of lube out of his bag. By the time he turned back around Vain had rolled over, hips lifted slightly as he stroked his cock. Killian squeezed liquid on his hand and rubbed it up and down his shaft. He got on his knees behind Vain and bent over to place kisses up his spine. As he did he worked two wet fingers into his ass. Vain moaned and instantly pushed back on Killian's fingers.
"Take me like you took Eden's title!" Vain exhaled enthusiastically as Killian wrapped his hand around his cock to push against Vain's swollen and puckered entrance. He rested his other hand on top of Vain's splayed fingers on the mattress.
"You may want to bite the pillow," Killian cautioned, Vain shaking his head.
"Just do it!" Vain growled. Killian shrugged and shoved hard, both men crying out and then stilling. Killian reached around Vain and swatted his hand away, taking his cock in his own. Vain moaned and picked his head up, turning it to Killian so he could catch his lips. Killian's hips began to move slowly at first and then more quickly, each thrust harder and harder.
Killian moved up straight on his knees, both hands now gripping Vain's hips. He took full, long, strokes, each growing in eagerness as his partner moaned louder, said his name more.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Killian rasped. “This what you wanted, baby?”
Vain's head shook yes, and Killian could hear some sort of sentence come from his mouth.
"Can’t hear you,” he said as he gripped his hips tighter.
“Harder!” Vain yelled.
Killian's smile was wide as he drove in harder and faster. Vain's body was dipped down so his forehead pressed against the sheets. Killian could see he was biting his lip, hard. Still, he continued to snap his hips.
"My God," Vain bit out. "That might be too much-“
No it’s not,” Killian replied harshly. "You said harder. It’s harder. I’m actually going easy on you, and you know it.”
“But-“
“You want me to stop?”
“Fuck, no!”
“Yeah. Now tell me this is better than with Roberts. Say it! He couldn't fuck you like this," Killian continued plunging into Vain, Vain's body jerking back and forth on the bed sheets with Killian's movements.
Killian's hand gripped Vain's dick at the base and started to slowly stroke upward before going back down. He felt it twitch in his fingers, and it made his own cock get harder. He loved when Vain responded to the way he touched him. He rubbed a thumb across the slit in Vain's cock head, feeling moisture coat his finger.
Killian leaned forward for a moment, resting his forehead against the back of Vain's head as he continued to fuck him. He released Vain's cock, watching as Vain took his own cock in his hand to move it in stuttering motions up and down.
"Wallace, I’m close."
“So am I, come on, come for me.”
“Uh uh, you first,” Killian breathed, picking his head up and renewing the vigorous thrusts. "Nothing gets me going more than watching you come.”
Vain dropped his head back down to the mattress and, with two more hard thrusts from Killian, started moaning louder. Killian looked down to see Vain's hand was moving faster on his cock, followed by his body stiffening as he came. Killian's hands gripped Vain's hips in a bruising manner before slamming home quick and deep as he came next, Vain's name a drawn-out whisper.
When he was done, he pulled out and brought his sweaty forehead to Vain's and kissed him softly. Vain started to laugh. “You didn’t keep your promise.”
Killian pulled his head back and gave him a questioning look.
"You told me I’d be begging you to stop,” Vain continued, a wide smile on his face.
Killian smirked, his typical arrogance shining through. “You wouldn’t tell me to stop even if it was too hard because you like my dick too much.”
Vain shrugged his shoulders and said, “True. Does the whole thing with Roberts still bother you? I told you, he meant nothing..."
Killian placed a finger over Vain's mouth.
"Do shut up, Wallace."
"I like it better when you call me Vain. You're the only one who knows the real reason I have that nickname." Vain rested his head against Killian's shoulder, before softly kissing his masculine bicep.
"I should think so, I gave it to you. It's not our fault everyone assumed it was in reference to your ego and not the delightful vein that runs down the underside of your cock." Killian draped an arm around Vain, the two of them contented.
For now.
"The end," Eden finishes, looking up from her phone to the faces of the two stunned men in the room. She frowns. "You two okay?"
Killian and Vain both appear to be in a state of shock, Jet Somers striding into the midst of the aftermath. The grin on his face fades.
"Somebody die?" he asks, Eden shaking her head as she hands him her phone. Jet scrolls, his eyes widening. He looks up to Killian and Vain then briefly back down at the screen before handing the phone back to Eden. He points at Killian and Vain and gives a mocking "Ha!" Before he can say more, Eden hands the phone back to him.
"You're in this one," she says, Jet's eyebrow raising.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. A-frame. You're the bar," Eden says with a wink, Jet's grin faltering as he suddenly looks sick.
"Aw man, that ain't right," he hands the phone back without even looking at the screen.
"Why am I the bottom?" Vain finally speaks, his words genuinely perplexed.
"Makes sense to me," Killian adds, receiving a glare from his heterosexual lifemate.
"Just depends on who writes it. There's some where Killian's bottom. Gotta love Tumblr girls with their fanfics," Eden says, with an amused giggle, Killian and Alan both glaring at her.
The members of Sex and Violence, Killian King and Alan Wallace are seated at a signing booth, fans waiting in lines for their chance to chat briefly with the duo known as Hugs and Fisticuffs as well as possibly get some merchandise signed. Killian signs his autograph with a flourish, Wallace scanning the crowds and sighing at the depth of the lines.
“Why must we be so popular?” Alan asks mournfully, Killian handing the photo back to the fan.
“It's a burden, but it's on us to assume it,” Killian answers.
A bubbling, blonde fangirl suddenly appears before them, fanning herself extensively as she clutches what appears to be a book to her chest. Killian and 'Vain' each raise an eyebrow, looking to each other and then to the girl who appears to be about to hyperventilate.
“My dear, are you well?” Killian inquires, the girl shaking before him.
“I don't know, I... if I pass out, will you give me mouth-to-mouth?” she asks, wide-eyed, Killian shaking his head.
“Absolutely not.”
“We make it a habit not to play the hero. You would be surprised how many fans try to fake passing out in an attempt to get us to resuscitate them,” Vain informs her.
“Indeed, as a matter of fact, we call it Somers-ing. We did a tour of India and Somers fell for it five times in one week,” Killian says, relaxing back in his chair. “In fact, he still complains of the taste of curry every now and again.”
“Okay, okay, okay, so your match tonight... you two are gonna win, right?” she asks almost desperately.
“If there's a doubt in your mind, you should probably remove that Sex and Violence t-shirt you're wearing. No, not here, not here!” Vain insists hurriedly as she starts to strip.
“No, love, we don't want to be a Gabby do we? No we don't. Guys like us don't go for Gabbys, they go for Edens,” Killian informs, Vain looking at him askance.
“I would never...”
“And that's why you're my friend,” Killian answers promptly, the two of them bumping fists in a show of support before turning back to the young woman. “Model yourself after a woman like Eden Morgan who is the very model of class, a feminine icon, if you would,” Killian insists. “Which is exactly why when we go out there tonight, we will retain the Co-Operative Championships.”
The woman looks confused.
“I'm sorry, but... what does Eden being a feminine icon have to do with the Co-Operative Championships?”
“I was getting there,” Killian insists.
“He eventually does. It may take him a moment, but at some point it all comes around. You don't see how it could possibly work out, but he's got it all there,” Vain indicates Killian's head, Killian nodding.
“Brains of a mastermind,” Killian intones. “Pure genius. Simply put, my dear, Gabrielle Montgomery has done nothing to further this industry or sport in any way, shape, or form. Any time she opens her mouth, she sets her entire gender back. We've already seen what each of us is capable of against Travis Pierce,” Killian says scornfully.
“Ah, this generation's most prevalent...” Vain seems to search for the word to describe Travis Pierce.
“I believe the term you're looking for is fuckboy,” Killian provides, Vain nodding in approval.
“Yes, that'll do, Kill.”
“We outclass Travis Pierce and Gabrielle Montgomery at every turn, athletically, aesthetically,” Sex and Violence flash million-watt smiles, “and most importantly in the hearts of our fans, those like you, who shovel out twenty dollars for an autograph and a smile. So then, what are we signing?”
The woman squeals in excitement.
“I thought you'd never ask!”
She lurches forward, lowering the book she had been clutching, its pages bound in leather.
“If you would both sign this, you'd make me the happiest woman ever,” she gushes and then suddenly stops them, flipping to the back of the book and pulling two packs of stapled papers out.
“And, I have two just for each of you to have,” she giggles and passes the stapled papers, one pack to Killian, one pack to Vain.
“What exactly is this?” Vain asks, flipping through the papers, his eyes suddenly widening as he freezes.
“It's just some stories that I like to write. You two inspire me,” she says shyly.
“That's lovely,” Killian says absently as he signs with a flourish, the end of his signature ending up sloppy as Vain elbows him in the ribs.
“Kill... I would advise you to look at the stories,” Vain says with a forced smile. Killian raises an eyebrow and then picks up his copy, leafing through, his eyebrows nearly shooting into his hair. He then grabs the leather bound volume, flipping through it as well until he comes to the title page.
Killian leans over.
“Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Alan?”
“Of course, but don't you think people will notice if we simultaneously smash two chairs around her skull?”
Killian considers for a moment and then dismisses Alan's suggestion.
“We've discussed this, Alan, we have a plan.”
“Ah, forgive me, Killian, you're correct. Allow me,” Vain leans up, clearing his throat properly.
“Absolutely. After all, you were quite the screamer when she wrote you.”
“Go fuck yourself, Killian. And also... SHE'S GOT A KNIFE!” Vain screams at the top of his lungs, the astonished bubbly blonde immediately tackled and subsequently tased by security. Killian and Vain lean over the table in order to watch the display.
“It's wonderful that UGWC security could supplement themselves with some of the United airlines staff. Good job, gentlemen. Simply brilliant,” Killian applauds them as they prepare to drag the woman away.
“One moment please, I have to ask her one thing,” Vain says as he gets to his feet and skirts the table, approaching the less bubbly young woman. “Why am I on bottom?”
In answer, the much assaulted woman promptly vomits on Vain's shoes, Killian making a face and leaning back in his chair.
“Yes, I'd say that explains it.”
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