My first Time | By : Zilo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 2019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Eminem (Marshall Mathers). I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Title: My First Time
Author: Zilo
Author's note: Before Remy and Marshall 'knock boots' from "Wings to Fly, Eyes that Burn." I felt like I really skimmed out on the sex scene. So I'm making it a float alone piece. There will be more.
Rating: NC-17 (sex, language, adult themes)
Pairing(s):Remy/Marshall
*Disclaimer*: Marshall owns himself and Remy is owned by Marvel. No profit made. No offense intended. Didn't happen.
“Y’ like t’ dance homme?” Remy’s index finger and thumb easily encircled one of Marshall’s wrists as he did a half spin and a bow in front of him. The smirk on his lips touched his eyes and left them bright with mischief.
Marshall stood stock still as he felt his stomach do a slow uncomfortable roll. Remy was talking about fucking. Marshall couldn’t help the shake of his head at the question though. He hated dancing in front of others. He felt self-conscience a lot.
Remy’s smirk widened and he easily spun himself behind Marshall’s back, one arm wrapping around his waist and the fingers at his other wrist gently stroked small circles. “Dat’s alright, y’ juss need t’ find de right someone t’ lead y’ in de dance.” Remy’s mouth found the pink shell of an ear and whispered into it; “Remy know all de right steps.”
An alarm went off sounding the end of lunch and the end of their stolen time. Remy kissed his cheek quickly and whispered; “Remy show y’ next time.”
Marshall found himself stumbling out of the dimly lit kitchen and into the main cafeteria. Remy’s words were still in his head and his skin was prickling all over. Marshall wasn’t attracted to guys but Remy was undeniably good looking and when he turned his full attention on him it was hard not to get turned on.
The Cajun already owned him. He didn’t need to bother trying to win Marshall’s attentions. He could easily just take what he wanted. That was usually the standard for the type of ‘relationships’ that took place in prison. Remy for some reason though was spacing things out, seducing him with light touches and hot breath across his neck. He’d said he didn’t want a fast fuck for their first time which had surprised Marshall because during their first conversation he thought Remy had made it clear that he was just property. He’d been ‘saved’ from one raping power hungry inmate to be passed onto another. Remy had only gotten involved to piss Max off in the first place, what sort of game was he playing now?
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