Control Of You

Posted: January 2003
Title: Control Of You
Sequel to: Control Freak
Author: Alex
Type: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I dont not know these people nor do it profit from the story. it is complete AU and parody of real life.
Special Warnings: Slash
Beta:Mayetra
Characters: Marton Csokas/Karl Urban
Timeline: some during filming of LOTR
Author's Note: this one has an odd POV... second person
Summary: Karl and Marton are control freaks.
Sequel to "Control Freak"

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I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
~Puddle of Mudd~

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You go to the door. It's him. You just look at him and step away from the door. He walks in as if he owns the place. His dark eyes and that black hair make your fucking knees weak. Not that you'd ever tell the smug shit that. He already thinks he's hot. He is, holy shit, he is.

"Karl, I wasn't expecting you."

He looks at you as if you're dirt. But he can't hide his hard on from you, any more than you can hide yours. You get hard just talking to him on the phone. He grabs you and kisses you hard, trying to establish dominance. His tongue is rough, and it forces itself into every corner of your mouth. His hands are already on your ass, and you're a bit surprised when he slaps it, a hard smack to the left side. You try not to groan but aren't very successful. Damn him!

You grab his hand and force it off your ass. You won't allow him to win so easily. He never lets you win easily either. But you know today, you're his bitch. You know by the look in his eyes. And that's just fine with you. Karl is good any way that you can get him.

You pull away and head for the bedroom. You know he's going to have you on your knees, and the bed is more comfortable than the hardwood floor. Karl catches you at the door and grabs your wrist. He slams you up against the wall and dry humps you like a horny teenager. It makes you feel like you could almost come right then and there, with his tongue in your throat and his dick banging against yours through jeans so tight right now that they hurt.

He forces a hand between you and unzips you, taking you into his hand. You find your self fucking his hand. His tongue is doing wicked things inside your mouth. You know that pitiful sound you hear is you, and you know that you are very close to begging. You're not even sure what you're begging for. You just need. Karl always does this to you, and you suspect you make him feel the same way.

Somehow, the both of you start to slide down the wall to the floor, your hands pulling and tugging at this tight t-shirt. His skin underneath is hot and smooth, a little hair that only makes the texture interesting, not that you think about it very much as you find small dark nipples to touch.

His breath hisses as you rub one to hardness. He raises himself up and looks down at you.

"Naked, Marton. I want you naked. Now."

You grin at him.

He rips at your shirt. Damn! Your clothes seldom survive a visit from him. Buttons fly every where as he kisses your chest, biting and licking his way down you. When he gets down to your already unzipped jeans, you lift your hips and he yanks the jeans down and throws them somewhere.

He looks at your cock, eyes all heat and hunger. You know if he touches you with that damned tongue, you're going to come all over his face.

He doesn't touch you yet though. He finishes taking his t-shirt off and unbuttons his jeans, wiggling this way and that way until he finishes removing them. He is so damned gorgeous. He smiles at you as if he knows what you're thinking. He probably does.

He pulls you up from the floor and drags you toward the bed. Neither of you is very steady now. His hands are shaking, and he can't keep them off of himself. You smile as he slides his hand up and down his own cock.

You both sort of fall onto the bed, not even bothering with the coverlet. He is all over you with his hands and his body and his mouth.

"Please..." You know you're whimpering a little now. And begging. But you're too needy to be embarrassed by it. You want him inside you, over you, and you want it now.

You turn over and offer him the pale skin of your ass. You know he can't resist it. He's never been able to before.

You grunt as that long fingered hand slaps your ass. He leans down and licks you, slipping his tongue inside. You tighten as he smacks your ass one more time, other side this time.

"Fuck me, Karl. Just fuck me."

He laughs.

"Be patient." Oh, that hand again on your ass and a finger touching you, entering you slowly. You find yourself backing into his hand, trying to take more. A second finger and that tongue teasing still.

"Damn you!" It comes out almost a squeak. You take yourself into your hand, and when you start to move your hand, Karl smacks your ass hard. Really hard. You almost come.

He apparently has had enough too because he moves so his cock is pressing your tight asshole instead of his fingers, and then, he's inside you. He makes a sound that makes you shiver. An animal sound.

Then he fucks you, not just moving in and out but fucking you, slamming into you so deep and so hard that it feels like he's trying to crawl inside you. You know you're crying and groaning and begging, but you don't care anymore. His hand moves under you now, on top of yours, moving as hard and fast as he's moving inside you.

He comes inside you, howling and screaming obscenities as he slams hard into your ass. You come all over your hands and the coverlet. You're too embarrassed by the stains to take it to the cleaners so you get a new one each time.

He collapses on top of your back, kisses the back of your neck where sweat has made your hair curl up. You shiver and feel yourself shudder around him. His hips move almost involuntarily into you one last time.

"Damn you to hell, Marton. You make me do this every time."

He's not really angry, but he does find losing control a bit unnerving.

You just say, "Yeah."

And smile.

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THE END

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