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29 November 2005 @ 10:46 pm
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Author: Rufferto rufferto@twcny.rr.com
Rating: nc17
Pairing: Craig Parker/Karl Urban
Summary: Karl watches, Karl needs, but will he ever get what he wants?
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Disclaimer: I do not own them. This did not happen, This is all fictional. I am not making any money.
Banner Credit: The picture in the banner was created with a picture owned by Adrianna Genarni. No money is being made from this fan fiction or the picture.


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Karl smiled when he received very little resistance. This was how it should be. He pulled Craig's shirt off and ran his fingers down the other man's arms reveling in the feel of his skin. He'd wanted this for so long, it was almost a dream come true. "Y'feel so good," he murmured.

Craig gave a little sigh of content, body responding without second thoughts or doubts. It was his heart that worried. Karl's fingers were sending sparks along his warm skin. He closed his eyes and let his fingers bunch in Karl's hair. "W..what is this, Karl?" he whispered.

Karl smiled, eyes twinkling, "I thought it was called sex." He tells Craig, nudging his cheek with his nose.

"Karl, I'm serious.." Craig tugged at the other man's shirt. "I want his, but..."

Karl moved slightly to allow the removal of the interfering article of clothing, "But?" he asked. his finger played over one of Craig's pert

Craig caught his breath, "But, is it more? Karl I don't want just some
quick fuck. I want..."

"Its more, aye." Karl whispered, laving Craig's ear with his tongue. "Its always been more."

Craig gave in, letting his worry go. All he wanted was someone to love him. He'd never had that before. He had always been wanted for his body, but never for his heart.

"I've wanted you forever," Karl's breath was warm against his skin. "I've imagined this almost every day since I laid eyes on you." He let his hands wander downwards to relieve Craig of his pants once again. This time, he vowed, they would stay OFF until they had to go back

"Why didn't you say anything?" he asked, shifting slightly.

“You were always involved, I didn’t want to be in the way.” Karl’s lips found a piece of skin and worried it with his tongue.

Craig gasped, body arching into the other man’s touch. “But, I wanted you too. I -needed- you.


Mark smiled into his cellphone, “Hello, Hugo. Dear, How are you?” he purred.

“Mark?” Hugo sounded slightly uncomfortable on the phone. “What do you want?”

“Is that any way to greet an old friend?” Mark laughed softly. “Hugo, I’m about to call in that favor.”

Hugo shifted, and sighed. “Who is it?”

“Karl Urban. He’s a thorn in my side that I need to pluck out. The man must have a weakness, and I rely on you to find out.”

“Mark,” Hugo knew his next question was not going to be received well. “Why can’t you just let Craig be happy?”

“Hugo, the only time he is happy is when he is with me. We’ve been through this before the last time I kept him away from Urban’s clutches. Craig belongs to me. He carries my mark, remember?”

“Yes, I remember, I have it too.” Hugo sighed. “Alright, I hope you know what you are doing. Karl may have let you do it once, but I don’t think he’s going to let it go by him a second time. The man is smart, Mark, and dangerous. If he ever finds out what we did…..”

“Who’s going to tell him?” Mark said with a subtle threat in his tone. “You’re in this up to your neck, darling. Now, be a good boy and get me what I want.”

After a while, Hugo sighed and nodded. “Okay, Mark.”

He hung up the phone and his lover stirred in their bed. Marton opened sleepy eyes to look at Hugo curiously, “What’s wrong love?”

“Nothing, nothings wrong.” Hugo lied, leaning down to kiss Marton softly and then sit up. “I’ve just got a couple of phone calls to make.”

“At this hour?” Marton looked at the clock incredulously.

“Just, trust me, okay love?”

Marton had promised a long time ago that he would trust Hugo no matter what. Reluctantly, he nodded. “Okay, come back to bed when you’re done.”

“I will.”

Hugo moved into his study and shut and locked the door.


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