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Tomorrow Belongs To Me	By : Nghtcrwlr Category: Musicals/Plays > Cabaret Views: 1129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Tomorrow Belongs To Me
- 2-Mein Herr
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Gabriel managed to throw himself into work the next day, and the day after that. The first day he’d been so angry with himself. So desperate that he had to engage in sex with a complete stranger to feel any sort of happiness. A stranger who slept with dozens of men and women a week and had no fond feelings for the attractive brunette that had graced his bed the night before. It had been foolish of him to go into the club and even more foolish to buy Emcee for the night. He was one of the wealthiest men in Berlin and was knee deep in funding the Nazi party. The very people he’d now put himself at risk with for sleeping with another man. It had been a mistake and he vowed to not make it again his reputation a stake.
The second day he found himself distracted and unable to truly focus on what he was doing. His mind kept wandering to the moment when he struck Emcee and stormed out. It was so unlike him to harm someone just because of an accident. It wasn’t as though he disliked swallowing he just did not prefer it. What had caused the anger was beyond him, to be honest. Sighing softly he ran his hands through his hair and starred down at the pile of paperwork until the lines blurred together to form one mass of black.
“Sir at zis rate you’re not going to get a thing done. ” His secretary said as she walked into his office with several memos in her well manicured hands. She was a pretty thing to with light blonde hair and periwinkle blue eyes. Sophia was her name or so he thought a gift from some politician. “Vhat has you so preoccupied?” he sighed softly.

“It is nothing Sophia please just put the memos with the rest of them I’ll get to them tomorrow. ” He gestured to the pile of unanswered mail and messages. “I’m leaving for the day. I have business elsewhere. ” She nodded of course as it wasn’t her place to question why and bid him good day before returning to her own work.
That evening he found himself outside of the Kit Kat Klub dress as before trying to make himself go in. He needed to apologize at least even if they didn’t do anything. It was driving him mad knowing he’d done such a thing when the night had started off so wonderfully. He could hear the song coming to a close and he waited until it was over before entering and heading straight towards the back. He had a feeling that Emcee was in high demand for those that could afford it and he was not going to miss a chance. So when he heard a woman haggling he shoved her aside as politely as possible. “Whatever she wants to pay I’ll double it and then some.” He said speaking over her objections. “I need him and you know I can afford it.” Gabriel was depending on the fact the owner remembered him from the first night.
The owner looked at him and sneered. "After you marked his face like that? I'm not sure I want you near my dancers." The man said. "I don't give a rats ass one way or the other what you do to him, but the money for his makeup comes out of my pocket ..." He said. "Not to mention it wastes precious time covering it up! You smacked him right good." He said. "You went against our rules. You're not coming back in." He said turning back to the woman.
Emcee looked up and saw Gabe, and preyed that his boss didn't let the man in. What did he come back to finish his punishment? Was it not good enough as it was? His makeup covered face still stung as if it was a fresh blow even days later.
Gabriel took a deep breath through his nose and out of his mouth. "I am aware I went against your rules but I am also aware that I can double any offer any patron can give you for him and then some and successfully scare them off from getting anywhere near the other dancers. Do you really want to lose that much money?" the business man could be downright terrifying when he wanted to be. "I promise to be a good boy and not mark anywhere that anybody will be able to see." not that he intended to mark at all but he needed to get in the guilt was killing him.
Reaching into he wallet he held out over 120 marks in his hand. "You want this? You let me in. I admit I lost control last time, but it won't happen again and I can put a good word in about the club to some very wealthy people." he flashed his business card long enough for the owner to get his entire name.
Carl looked up at the man before glancing at Emcee who subtly shifted his head to the side meaning no. The owner looked back at the man and held out his hand for the money. "Alright you got a deal. You got the night." Emcee saw Carl take the money and shook his head slightly, moving up the stairs towards his room without waiting for his 'client'.
He sighed and muttered beneath his breath as he followed after Emcee almost having to run to keep up with him for fear of being locked out. "Emcee wait please." he said using the name he knew for the first time. "It's not what you think I assure you." he only spoke once he was certain they were alone. "I don't want to beat you, I don't even have to fuck you I just want to talk. If you'll listen." he knew he sounded like a child but he couldn't help it. The older male had every right to be angry or even scared but he wanted to apologize for the sake of his guilty mind.
Emcee stopped outside the door, and looked at him as if nothing was wrong. He gestured him into the room with a tilt of his head and closed the door when Gabe entered. "What is it you'd like today sir?" He asked, his voice not wavering from it's regular tone, as if he didn't even know Gabe.
Another deep breath followed by running his fingers through his hair to calm his nerves. "I just told you. I want to talk to you. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm sorry I slapped you, I don't even know why I did it. Swallowing is not a personal favorite of mine but I've never struck someone for not being able to warn me on time." he sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't expect you to forgive me. You must feel as though I played you for a fool for most of the evening. I'm really not a violent man. I get no pleasure out of harming others."
"I don't really care if you're a violent man or not. You could be the most violent man in the world and I won't give a flying rats. You hit me, it's part of my job. I get smacked around, I get bruised, life goes on .... now I highly doubt you just spent 120 marks to apologize to me. What would you like tonight, sir?" He asked once again.
"You're extremely difficult did you know that?" he said after a moment his voice tinged with the slightest bit of amusement. "That is precisely why I paid 120 marks for you I'll have you know. I can't see you otherwise and that woman was haggling for a full night. He wasn't going to let me anywhere near you unless I bested her offer and then some." he crossed his arms over his chest once more and cocked his head to the side. "Is it so hard to believe that, even though we don't speak much, I may actually enjoy your company with all my cloths on?"
Emcee glared at him. "No, it's not hard to believe. It's impossible to believe. Now if you're not here for any other reason than to talk, you've talked. Don't worry about it. Go get your money back and I'll get back to my job." He said turning towards the door to leave.
He didn't move instead he laughed softly. "I'm not going anywhere. How would you like to actually sleep for once? I paid twice as much as what you probably normally make and I still haven't tipped you. I can stay here for the night and you can sleep without having to take on anymore clients. Think of it as part of my apology." he grinned and leaned back on the bed for a moment.
"I don't need your apology, and I don't need your charity, so stop wasting both of our time." He said. Despite the fact that he could use the sleep, he had enough dignity to 'earn' his money. Even if it was sleeping with strangers for it. He nodded towards the door, signaling for the man to leave again.
"Are we going to have to have this discussion again? You said yourself, you're job is to please me yes? Well it would please me to get you off as an apology and then sleep with you. I am not an automaton I can't just be recharged you know. I need sleep too and it's nice to have a warm body beside me every once in a great while." he raised a brow. "I think I'd like to give you proper relief that doesn't end in violence. Anymore objections?"
Emcee stared at him and sighed. "As you wish sir." He said moving away from the door. "What would you like me to do sir?"
"Don't sound so tortured." he said after a moment laughing softly. "It won't be that bad I swear. Take of your cloths and get on all fours on the bed again. I'm not going to fuck you so no need to prepare yourself for that." he stood and pulled of his jacket tossing it off into a corner for now. The jacket was followed by his shirt but nothing more. "I plan on orally pleasing you eventually but I want to swallow this time. So please don't panic."
Emcee inwardly cringed but didn't allow it to show. Just swell ... they'd have a repeat of last night .... did this guy just get his rocks off fucking with his mind rather than his body? .... Never the less Emcee took off his white dress jacket and bow tie, not having a shirt on underneath. His pants where the regular open black pants, held up by the bracers. Those where both quickly removed as well as his shoes and socks.
Naked, he crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees as he was instructed.
He found Emcee charming despite everything, there was just something so interesting about him. It wasn't hard to tell that the older male wasn't exactly comfortable but that would change soon. Resisting the urge to grin softly he spread the pale cheeks with his hands until he could see the tight entrance he'd been so happily buried in two nights before. Leaning forward he gently allowed the tip of his tongue to circle the ring of muscles before probing it gently.
Emcee flinched slightly, and closed his eyes, resting his forehead on the pillow, though not from pleasure so much as annoyance. What was the man trying to do. "Do you know how many dicks have been in there?" He asked with a slight smirk, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of the man. He wasn't sure how to handle him. Anger he could handle. Abuse he could handle. The way this man treated him .... he didn't know what to do. So he did the only thing he could do. Try to make him angry. Try to make him into what he expected from his clients.
It did get Gabriel to pause for a moment able to acknowledge the fact that Emcee was trying to anger him. "Dear man if you had anything I'd already have it I was balls deep in you two days ago." He worked with people who on a regular basis tried their very hardest to make him mad. He knew what to look for and how to respond. "Shush now." he kissed one pert cheek before once again beginning to circle the tight channel once again this time stiffening his tongue and pressing inwards breaching the ring almost completely.
Emcee wasn't quite sure how to react to that. This man was an enigma to him. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to act? .... He closed his eyes. This man wanted him to enjoy this, so he supposed he'd do his job, and act like he enjoyed it. He spread his legs a bit and arched his back allowing the man better access to him. He thought of other things, trying to coax his cock to harden. Which wasn't that hard to achieve.
A touch pleased that he'd rendered the dancer speechless for a moment he began to gently fondle Emcee's balls once again. His tongue teased and tormented the tight portal taking long tender licks one moment and thrusting inside the next. Gabriel enjoyed rimming though it was not something he got to do often. Women didn't generally go for it and male lovers were rare in this day and age. He continued with a steady pattern flicking the tip of his tongue against the tight portal and smirked softly. Pulling away he licked the tip of his finger and began to gently probe sliding the digit inwards slowly.
Emcee grunted slightly, feeling the finger invade him. It didn't bother him at all but ... "Thought you said you weren't going to fuck me ..." He said, still not looking back at him.
"I'm not fucking you though. I'm fingering you." he responded. "You said so yourself the first night we were together. You didn't need to be prepared to take my cock. So I wouldn't bother with it this time either." Reaching down he began to stroke the hardening flesh beneath Emcee stroking slowly and allowing his thumb to press against the underside down to the base and back up.
Emcee imagined himself else where, coaxing his cock to harden to it's full length. Imagined it was someone elses hand rather than this confusing client of his. It wasn't long before he was fully hard. Pretending to enjoy it he thrust against the mans hand, in the process his puckered hole moving against his mouth.
That was what he'd been waiting for even though he was quite certain nothing he did had been the cause of the arousal. It was easy to tell the dancer's mind was elsewhere but he'd hopefully change that soon. Pulling away from his rather tasty backside he gave each cheek a series of spanks to remind Emcee who he was with before coaxing him to turn around. "Lets try this again shall we?" he whispered pressing a kiss to one pale shoulder. "Relax and think of England." he chuckled softly before licking one wet line from base to head of his companion's hardened cock.
Emcee looked at him confused. "Think of England?" He asked, his eyebrows knitted. He watched him a moment before the man licked his cock. It felt good but the image caused him to look away. This was going to end the same way it did the other day and he knew it, but what did that matter? He got his money after all.
This time the Gabriel wasn't going to make the other male look at him. He had no desire to make him uncomfortable and if he needed to look away so be it. Opening his mouth wide he slipped the head and several inches into his throat and mouth before beginning to suckle hollowing his cheeks in an effort to make it enjoyable. He kept the speed in the middle always taking a moment to breath and lap at the head before slipping the hardened shaft deep into his throat and swallowing around it.
Emcee swallowed rather loudly as the man sucked on him. He had to admit he was rather good at it. He couldn't help but look back down at him, watching him suck on his cock.
One free hand began to fondle the heavy balls rolling them in the palm of his hand softly. Keeping his eyes closed he moaned softly around the mouthful of flesh. This is for him he reminded himself. Gabriel did not often give without getting something in return but he was going to deal with it this time. It was no great deal, he'd gone to bed hard before. Sure his dreams had been less then innocent but he'd not given in to his body's demands for the sake of the person he'd been with at the time. He was apologizing now and after he finished this he was going to let the man sleep for at least one night. Emcee deserved it after all.
Emcee felt his orgasm growing rather quickly. A few more minutes of this .... "Fuck ..." Emcee muttered. Maybe not even a few minutes .... What was wrong with him? He wasn't just some school boy to be getting off so quickly. But it didn't matter. The fast this ended the faster ...... the faster what? .... Emcee realized that this man was probably one of the nicest and most well paying client he's ever had. Suddenly his opinion of him changed a bit. So what if he had hit him once. He's had worse. He's had full blown beats and taken the client a second time without batting an eyelash only to be beaten again. So what was one little hit? Emcee watched the man take his cock in and out of his mouth. "I'm ... I'm going to cum." He said this time giving the man a fair warning.
Now Gabriel was happy, once again he felt far more full of life then he'd felt in a long time. The warning, though he was grateful for it, was not needed this time. Opening his blue eyes he smiled encouragingly was he continue to suckle and lap at the thick cock in his mouth. As a matter of fact he only pulled up once to get a breath before moving downwards and in an instant everything was inside the warm, moist cavern of his mouth and throat and he was swallowing around him like the over eager young man he often wished he was.
Emcee bit his lip a moment before he felt his balls clench. His orgasm peeked and he cried out as he came deep inside his mouth. "Fuck ..." He closed his eyes and braced himself for another hit, still spilling his seed.
This time he didn't pull away or even gag. He swallowed gently and kept at it without so much as a flinch. He found he liked the way Emcee tasted salty with just a hint of sweet something he'd never bothered to think about when he did this. Towards the end he pulled away and allowed the last few ropes to hit his cheeks and neck licking his lips slowly before releasing Emcee all together. "See nothing." he commented as soon as he caught his breath. "I'm still not certain why I hit you the first time. You taste good by the way. I might have to do that more often." laughing softly he offered the dark haired male a warm smile with just a hint of sexual mischief glinting in the depths of his eyes.
Emcee sat against the head board, staring off to the right at the floor beside the bed, refusing to look at Gabe. His breathing came in harsh pants, recovering from his orgasm. He .... the .... Gabe ... hadn't hit him .... yet. He wasn't sure how to react. What was wrong with this guy he couldn't ... Oh this was so confusing. Emcee bit his lip and closed his eyes again. He wasn't sure what to do.
Blue eyes peered up at the other's face curiously, he wasn't quite sure what was wrong but he knew better then to pry. "I think my apology is complete now." he said after a moment. "Why don't we clean up and get some sleep?" he made no move to touch the other for fear it would be misunderstood as an intention to strike Emcee. "I don't know about you but I've had a long day and sleep sounds very appealing."
Emcee looked down at him finally, and could see the mans erection pressing against his pants. "You .... don't you want to pleasure you? You did pay for me after all."
"I'll be fine." he said waving a hand slightly though it was obvious he was uncomfortable. "I'm a big boy. I can survive without relief every once in awhile. Tonight was about you and I have no intention of taking that back." he gave Emcee's thigh a gentle squeeze. "Now you know what would please me? For you to sleep." he grinned softly.
Emcee swallows but move down on the bed and laid down next to Gabe. He wasn't quite sure what the man was planning but .... Perhaps he wanted a bit of petting before doing anything else? Or maybe he actually did intend to sleep. Then again, who pays 120 marks just to sleep with a whore? An expensive whore. But a whore none-the-less.
Even in the winter Gabriel often slept nude however tonight he decided to keep his pants on for the sake of his self control. Kicking off his shoes and socks with a sigh, he settled down beside Emcee fluffing the extra pillow to his comfort. "Goodnight." he said looking over his shoulder for a moment. In all good honesty he wasn't certain he could sleep well in a stranger's bed but he sure as hell intended to try. It was the only way his guilt was going to stop plaguing him. It was times like these he wondered why he'd done so well in his father's business. The brunette was a bleeding heart unlike his father who had about as much emotion as a rock. He wouldn't have come back to a whore just to apologize for slapping him. He probably wouldn't have come back at all. Erasing the thoughts from his head he focused on trying to sleep. Hopefully he wouldn't be up all night.
Emcee watched him for a few moments, contemplating what to do. Without thinking, Emcee raised his hand and touched the mans shoulder, running his hand down the smooth skin of his back and to his side. He leaned forward and laid a kiss to his shoulder, just as Gabe had done to him the previous night.
The depressing thoughts he'd been mulling over faded when he felt Emcee touching him. Of his own free will too boot! Gabriel's rather tired mind tried to come up with a reason as to why he would so something like that. The only one that came to mind was Emcee still thought something more was going to happen. Rolling around so he could look at the older male he gazed at him for a moment before suddenly asking. "What was that for?" not that he minded the sudden act. He was merely surprised.
Emcee didn't say anything as he moved a bit closer, and slid his hand into the younger males pants, grasping his hardened length in his hand and stroking him gently. This was what he knew ... he didn't know love or tenderness or apologies or ... what ever this man was ... what he knew was pleasure, abuse, being used ... he was a fuck toy ... nothing more .... He knew how to pleasure. He had no experience with people doing things for him. The only person who had ever shown any type of tenderness had been .... No .... he's not going to think of her. He used his other hand to run over the mans chest as he continued to stroke his hard cock.
His eyes rolled back for a moment and he barely managed to cover up the moan that bubbled up from his throat. "Sto...Stop!" he said pushing Emcee's hands away from him. "I said we were going to sleep. What you are doing is the exact opposite of sleep. Reaching down he clasped his hands around the other's and kissed his fingertips before releasing them. "I plan on coming back again. You don't have to do anything for me tonight except sleep. Alright?" smiling softly grabbed the blanket to cover them both.
Emcee looked away from him and moved to sit on the edge of the bed and stared down at the floor. "Why?" He asked.
"Why do I want you to sleep?" he questioned laughing softly. "Because you deserve a night where you don't have to service a half dozen men and women. Plus I'm tired and I've had a little too much to drink so there is no damn way I'm going home. I doubt I could even find home at this point." Of course he was lying he hadn't had a thing to drink tonight, he was completly sober but if it helped Emcee sleep without feeling obligated to please him so be it. "You like you deserve a bit of a break any ways..."
"You haven't had anything to drink ..." Emcee said, as more of a matter-of-fact than a challenge. "But .... why me?" He asked looking over his shoulder at the man.
Gabriel sighed and sat up the blanket bunching around his waist. "I don't know to be perfectly honest. "You're far more interesting then any of the others I suppose. As I said we don't talk much but I enjoy your company regardless, and despite being a man of means I don't think any less of you then I would one of my business associates. So you sell your body? Everyone does what they have to do to survive in this day and age and sometimes they need a break. Don't you agree?" He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Emcee's cheek and whispered. "Anymore questions?"
Emcee looked down at the floor again a moment before shaking his head. It would be odd for him to sleep with his makeup on, but it wasn't his place to request such a thing. He wasn't attractive with the makeup on, but he was less attractive without it on. It was part of his 'uniform' so to speak. And if the man required him to sleep when he should be working. Then so be it. He sighed quietly before moving back to lay on the bed under the covers, rather uncomfortable with the other man being there.
"I'll give you some space. It's a big bed after all." he said as he moved away from the other until there was a decent sized gap between them. It was likely they were going to move together in the night but for now he hoped they were far enough apart that Emcee could relax. Sighing softly he pressed his face into the pillow and closed his eyes. He doubted he was going to get much sleep but perhaps he could doze...
It was many hours before Emcee managed to fall asleep. Probably around the usual time he fell asleep. Around 4-5 in the morning. He'd still have to be up in the morning to assist with the club. But at least he was resting instead of ..... well .... his usual night time activities. Emcee rolled over onto his stomach, snoring softly, his left hand hanging off the bed, almost touching the floor, the sheet thrown off of him.
True to the subconscious desires of human nature sometime during the night Gabriel had moved so he was right on top of Emcee on his side. Also true to what he expected because he went to bed aroused his dreams were less then innocent and in no time his body was beginning to respond do them and the warm body beside him. It started of as a subtle movement his hips rolled gliding smoothly against a bare thigh. His face was flushed and his eyes frantically moved back and forth beneath closed lids trapped in whatever dream he was having. The grinding grew more obvious after a time just as much as the heavy breathing did. If he woke now there was no doubt he'd be embarrassed rutting against a stranger like he was a teenage boy. However dreaming as he was it felt wonderful and it seemed his body was going achieve release one way or another.
Emcee woke slowly and could feel the man rutting against him. "Have a sleeping fetish do we?" Emcee asked tiredly, his face pressed into his pillow, his eyes not opening though he was clearly awake. Despite the man rutting against him he didn't do anything to stop him.
There was a moment when he woke up after Emcee spoke but he didn't know that it had been the man beside them that woke him up. Or even that he was awake, however he was very much aware of what he'd been doing and he flushed in a rare show of embarrassment. He paused long enough to see if his sleeping partner had awoken before subtly continuing his grinding. He knew this was a stupid idea, something a desperate teenage boy would do but it was just once. It wouldn't hurt anything right? So swallowing a moan for fear of waking up he continued entwining one leg with the one beneath him.
Emcee shifted slightly in his 'sleep' deciding to feign it. See how far this man would take it before fear of waking him up kicked in. Or perhaps the man didn't care if he woke up. Either way, Emcee didn't mind. This was different but .... not uncomfortable. He was 'asleep' after all. Not be judged for his actions, or doing something wrong. He couldn't be blamed for anything in his sleep. Could he? As he shifted he moved his face into his pillow so Gabe couldn't see his face and smirked.
Gabriel was trying so very hard to not wake up his bed partner. After he'd promised to let him sleep. How hypocritical of him but he needed something or else he wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep. At least not very easily.... Burying his face in a pillow so his breathing wouldn't distract the speed gradually began to increase and it became harder and harder to keep quite. The friction was maddening it felt amazing! He could already feel the pressure beginning to build agonizingly slow. How long he'd been doing this before he woke up?
Emcee felt his cock hardening again as the man rutted up against him. He wasn't sure why, but he actually wanted this man inside of him. He remembered how good it felt, his cock ramming into his prostate and nearly moaned but held it back. He didn't want to give away the fact that he was awake. Fuck fuck, that cock was so close, but so far away. He needed something .... anything ... inside him. His cock hardened to it's full length, almost painfully, straining between him and the thin mattress.
It was actually around that time that he was no longer content with rutting against Emcee like a teenager. Pulling away he undid the buttons on his pants and pushed them down kicking them off as quitely as possible. Now he moved around trying not to jostle his sleeping companion. Cautiously he pressed a single saliva sickened finger inside the tight channel he'd been so happily rimming earlier in the evening. Slowly now he began to slide the single finger in and out constantly checking for any signs of waking.
Emcee wasn't surprised that he was able to feign sleep through it. His finger was nothing after all. He did subtly shift against the finger how ever and sniffed quietly.
When it seemed that the first finger didn't wake the sleeping performer up. He added a second gently beginning to thrust in and out and scissor them ever so slightly. Gabriel knew he didn't need to prepare the other man, however he wanted to make his entrance as painless as possible so he didn't risk waking him up until he was at least inside all the way.
Emcee struggled to keep his breathing even and faked a small snore. He shifted slightly, his ass moving against the fingers in his ass.
This continued for some time as well the business man patiently stretching the tight channel before adding a third finger to the mix and speeding up the thrusting in his eagerness to be inside him before long. This time he twisted the three digits before spreading them gently allowing the muscles to adjust for something much larger. "Not much longer." he whispered to himself. It was the only thing stopping him from getting ahead of himself and risk waking up Emcee.
Emcee moaned and shifted onto his stomach, moving head head to face the other way, his hand moving up behind his head to rest on the pillow. He moved his hips to rub his hardened dripping cock against the rough sheet.
He continued to work the three digits inside the hot channel for several more minutes before he was content that he'd stretched him enough. "I'm sorry, I can't help it." he mumbled still not aware of the fact that his sleeping partner was in fact quite awake. Gripping the base of his own thick cock he butted the swollen head gently against the portal before slowly moving forwards. Thankfully the stretching allowed the head to slide in with very little objection and he stopped to catch his breath. Panting gently he subtly moved his hips fore ward sinking a few more inches inside the hot clenching channel before stopping once again. Trying to make sure he hadn't accidently woken him up.
Emcee moaned and moved his hips, his eyes twitching behind their lids as if about to 'wake up'. He licked his dark red lips before slowly moving his hand down and rubbing his own cock with his hand, hoping it was believable that he was doing it in his 'sleep'.
How he was maintaining control was beyond him at the moment. If anything he wanted to think he'd have less. Blinking he looked down at Emcee wondering if he was dreaming and it seemed he was... what an active dreamer. Taking a deep breath he allowed a few more inches to slip inside keeping the progress steady until he was over halfway inside. Now he began to thrust slowly, cautiously even pulling back until only the head remained before thrusting forward again and upon every thrust he slid a bit deeper inside until the sound of skin on skin filled his wars. He'd managed to get completely inside Emcee without waking him!
"Were you planning on taking me out to dinner at least?" Emcee asked with a smirk, feeling Gabe enter him fully. He stretched, his arms going up above his head, before bring them under his head to rest, his eyes still closed, the smirk not leaving.
Gabriel froze the moment Emcee spoke and almost ruined the moment by laughing. "You scared the living hell out of me." he said. "I honestly thought you were asleep. If you want dinner I can take you to dinner. Just not now." snickering softly he began to roll his hips causing the thrust to be quick and short but no less satisfying. "Here... I... was thinking I was being all sneaky and you were probably awake the entire time." he managed to get out between several gasps.
"Would that upset you?" He asked, moving his ass up against the other mans hips, pushing his cock deeper inside him. He looked over his shoulder at Gabe and smiled at him.
"Not... at ...all." he responded moaning softly. "I would merely be... impressed." It was true not many people could successfully make him think they were still asleep while he was doing such unspeakable things to them. "Fuck..." he mumbled as he pulled out most all the way before moving back inwards once again. Teasingly he ran his hands up along his lover's sides the back down before gripping his hips and coaxing him to continue to push back. He quite liked the willing responses.
Emcee moaned at the feel of his hands over his body. He liked him touching him. He liked his hands all over him, his cock moving in and out of his ass. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it, pretending it was Gabe's hand.
So much for sleeping he thought to himself as he continued to smoothly thrust inside Emcee. It felt different this time he could feel the powerful muscles clamping down tightly on his cock almost as though they didn't want him to leave and it was so hot. "God." he grunted softly finally realizing that not only was the other male hard but he was stroking himself. It seemed this late night rendevous had changed something between them. Grinning softly he bent down so his own body covered the other males and began to press soft kisses and sucks to the exposed column of thoat while one hand took over for and began to stroke the thick shaft beneath his dark haired companion. "Allow me." he whispered running the tip of his tongue along the shell of an ear.
Emcee moaned and let go of his cock allowing Gabe to take over for him. The man matched his strokes with his thrusts which where hard and fast, each thrust pushing him forward into the pillow.
Suddenly the thrusts slowed down for a moment. "Let's try something new shall we." Casually he rolled them around so Emcee was on top hovering mere centimeters above Gabriel's drooling cock. It went without saying what he wanted to do now. But the way he looked up it was with a questioning gaze, as though asking if the other was comfortable with this even as he continued to languidly stroke the shaft above him. He had no desire to cause the dancer to withdrawal back into his protective shell.
Emcee smirked as he sank down on Gabe's large hard cock, torn between sinking down on him and thrusting up into his hand. He rode him hard and fast, his knees on the mattress on each side of his his hips. He was able to take him in deeper at this angle, it felt amazing. He moved his hands down to Gabe's chest and braced himself as he moved up and down on his cock.
Gabriel groaned softly his eyes shutting for a moment. Grinning softly he moved his hips with thrust as well. He could feel the pressure at the base of his spine warning him that his orgasm was drawing close. Gripping Emcee's hip with one hand he continued to stroke the other's cock while coaxing him to speed up. "Not much longer now..." he warned softly.
Emcee nodded and bit his lip. He could feel his own orgasm building. "Do .... do you want me to um .... what do you want me to do when I'm about to cum?" He asked unsure if the man would want him to cum on him or not. He didn't want a repeat of the other day.
"Well I like you just as you are." he admitted biting his bottom lip for a moment. "Just cum on me." winking softly he bucked his hips upwards once to resumed the quick pace that had been set. Groaning gently he gripped the sheets beneath him tightly. Just a little bit more, the pressure grew more insistent. It was a struggle to hold back. "Ahh." he gasped out. Gabriel's back arched sharply almost knocking Emcee down as his orgasm crashed over him. Eyes rolling back in his head he gripped the sheets rather then his lovers hip for fear of bruising it until his knuckles were white and every muscle trembled.
Emcee felt the man fill him and felt his own orgasm build until it felt like he'd burst but Gabe had stopped touching his cock and he had to use both of his hands to keep himself from falling forward.
It took a brief second to realize what had happened with the strength of his own orgasm. "Here it's your turn now." he said pressing a kiss to Emcee's cheek before gripping the base of his cock and stroking the still hardened flesh quickly. "I have so little control when it comes to you." he whispered caressing the swollen head with his thumb. Reaching between them he continued added to the stimulation by fondling his balls as well.
Emcee's breath picked up as he felt his orgasm build a bit more. He bit into Gabe's shoulder without meaning to to stifle his cry as he came between their chests, pooling onto his stomach in a pearly white mess.
The brunette winced slightly at the feeling of teeth biting into his shoulder but he let it pass. Breathing heavily he stroked Emcee's back slowly. That was probably the most intense sexual activity he'd experienced in years. No one had been able to make him climax so hard or even constantly manage to arouse him without really trying. It was unusual but he found he enjoyed it and could very well see himself visiting the dancer again and again for as long as he was able to. Content as he was the knew they were going to need to move so they could sleep for a few more hours. Though given the time it was likely that he was going to leave now. "Next time I say I'll let you sleep. You might want to make me sleep on the floor." he said chuckling tiredly.
Emcee smirked and laid down next to him on the bed. He almost draped his arms over the mans stomach, but figured that would be to personal, so he laid to the side of him. "I can't make you do anything. I'm yours after all." He said tiredly, meaning for the night, but was to tired to clarify. He yawned, covering his mouth before closing his eyes.
Gabriel chuckled softly and yawned once again before curling up on the bed and managed to fall asleep quite quickly. The following morning found him waking up far later then he intended. "Looks like I was here all night." he said softly finding the entire situation somewhat amusing. He felt well rested despite their little middle of the night rendezvous. The first thing he did was locate his pants and at least put them back on. They were wrinkled of course as was his shirt and jacket, but it wasn't as though anyone was going to see him.
After he finished cleaning up he pulled said wrinkled clothing back on and located his wallet. "I'm not sure if any amount of money is good enough to let you know how much I enjoyed our night together but here at least take this as your tip. You're boss doesn't get a cut of it does he?" he pulled out 40 marks from his wallet and held it out for Emcee to take. It was actually the last of the cash he had on him, but he could get more from his vault at the estate.
"Only if you tell him." Emcee said. Any courteous man would decline the offer of a tip so large, but Emcee was not a courteous man when it came to money. Half his money made was given to the owner of the club. 30 marks a day, if that, was little to live off of. Even if the Cabaret did provide a 'free' roof over his head. He took the money from Gabe, grateful at the tip. He needed new shoes and the money he was making wouldn't provide that. Not if he wanted to eat.
"Well I have no intention of telling him, so do with that money what you will." he smiled softly. "I do believe I need to leave now, I may not need to be at my office today but I have quite a bit of paperwork to do at home." Adjusting the jacket once more he walked to the door and opened it. "I'll see you again soon alright?" he said before stepping out.
Without Emcee beside him he felt sort of odd walking the halls of the Kit Kat Klub and he tried very hard to avoid the other dancers. For what reason he didn't know but he suddenly felt sort of shy. He passed by one of the women. Rosie he thought her name was, or something like that. He didn't say a word though instead slipping back to the front of the Cabaret and out the door. His estate was in the heart of Berlin, he could walk there with very little trouble, he didn't feel like calling for a car.
Emcee stretched as he slowly wandered into the waiting room where Rosie and Frenchie sat talking to each other. He knew Rosie had watched Gabe leave. He plopped himself down on the couch next to him and put his feet up onto the table. His shoes where on, but untied and his pants where still open.
Rosie turned her attention to him almost right away giving him a sympathetic look. "All night huh?" saying a parting word to Frenchie she sat herself down before the Emcee of the Cabaret. "That had to be just awful. Was it the same man that left that nasty bruise on your cheek last time I saw leaving?"
Emcee looked at her. He wasn't like that last night at all and to be honest, after last night he had forgotten about his marked face. "Yes." He said simply, looking down at her.
"Oh you poor thing! I hope he didn't hurt you again." Resting a hand on his upper thigh squeezing gently. "Some of these men can be such brutes." she pressed a small cool hand against the general area of the bruise stroking his cheek gently. "What do you say to allowing me to help you forget hmm? The boss isn't around so he won't know if we have a little fun..." giggling she kissed the corner of his mouth softly.
Emcee smirked at Rosie. Even if the owner was there, it wasn't likely that he'd stop them. "Sure luv." He said his smirk widening.
It wasn't uncommon for the dancers at the Kit Kat Klub to enjoy one another's company when they were off duty. After all they considered one another friends in some manner or another. Rosie had always been fond of Emcee and was often times the one to come onto him when they didn't have anything else to do. Like now for instance and his response had her grinning. "I was worried you'd be too tired."
The perky brunette easily swung around so she was straddling him and her hands ran slowly along his chest and stomach scratching ever so slightly with her nails before one hand began to gently caress and rub his softened cock. "I was worried you'd lost interest in me." she said pouting gently. "Good to know I've not lost my touch eh?"
Emcee smirked. "We shall see." He said, resting his arms on the back of the couch on either side of him as she worked his cock. It wasn't hardening at all, as it usually didn't right away. Rosie knew she'd have to work at it a bit to get it up, but she never took it as an offense so much as a challenge.
She chuckled softly knowing full well how Emcee worked as she'd been at this Cabaret for a few years now. If any of the others came in they'd just go about their business as though nothing was happening it was sort of their code. "Always so difficult." she teased softly. Gripping the base of the still softened cock with her hand she eased it out of the opening in the pants and began to squeeze and stroke the flesh with well practiced movements. They never really kissed on another, but it didn't stop her from enjoying his throat pressing small kisses and suckles to the flesh, but never hard enough to mark.
"Always so slow." He said referring to her being to slow to get him up. "Use your mouth, you may get faster results." He said with a bit of a laugh.
"Of course." she said with a grin. Gently sliding off his lap she kneeled in front of him and took the tip of his cock inside her mouth. Allowing her tongue to teasingly swirl around the head she began to suckle gently. Reaching beneath him one hand began to gently rub his balls rolling them in the palm of her hand.
Emcee leaned his head back on the couch, the image of Gabriel sucking him off popped into his head and he felt his cock twitch a bit.
Of course the over eager Rosie did not know who he was thinking of just that she'd gotten a response. So she set back to work slipping more of his cock into her mouth and suckling gently while her hands continued to massage his sac tenderly. She enjoyed doing this, it made her feel more human when someone wasn't paying her for sex. That was part of the reason they did this. It was nice to know someone wanted you just for you, not because they paid for you.
Emcee imagined Gabes tongue running over him and moaned, his cock hardening to half length. He muttered something under his breath but it wasn't understandable.
Pleased with the progress she chuckled softly allowing the vibrations to travel downwards. Pulling her mouth away she began to run her tongue along the underside then over the top. Teasingly she flickered it against the tip before sucking harshly and moving her mouth to his balls. Expertly she took each on into her mouth and suckled on the coating them with her saliva before slipping his half hardened cock back into her mouth and gently beginning to bob her head.
Emcee felt his cock harden to it's full length and moaned quietly, feeling her pull his soft sack from his pants. He opened his eyes and could see Bobby, Victor and Frenchie in a quiet conversation on the couch across from them, but it didn't bother any of them in the least. They where all since used to this happening out in the open.
That was all the coaxing it took before Rosie was happily in the swing of things. Grinning around a mouthful of flesh she slid her lips downwards until he was buried deep in her throat. Gradually she began to swallow around him while her tongue pressed insistently against the sensitive underside. The only time she really pulled back was to breath before she would slowly slide her mouth back down.
Emcee felt his orgasm building already, the image of Gabe in his mind. His lips wrapped around his cock, his hand fondling his balls. He came hard with a small cry, spilling into her mouth.
Rosie successfully swallowed every drop of his release before pulling away. Just as politely she fixed it where he was decent again she sat down beside him patting his shoulder. "Not that good of a lover was he?" she commented assuming his quick orgasm was due to the fact Gabriel hadn't even bothered to let poor Emcee orgasm. "I'm sure you won't be seeing him again. Speaking of which are you looking forward to your day off? I wish mine weren't already over."
Emcee stretched slightly and shrugged. "He's a client, not a lover. I'm sure you would be able to distinguish between the two." He said. "And I'm not sure whether he'll be coming back or not .... I hope he does, he pays well." He said putting his hands behind his head, his feet back up on the table.
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