Czech Mate

Posted: April 2003
Type: RPS
Author: Alex
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't know these people and do not profit from these fictional accounts.
Beta: Mayetra
Characters: Vin Diesel and Marton Csokas
Timeline: During the filming of xXx
Author's Note: Mayetra heard Rob Cohen talk about Marton 'hooking up' (Rob is eloquent!) with an actress named Markita (sp?), who was the blond in Yorgi's bed.
Summary: Vin thinks he has more to offer.

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Vin watched Marton with the pretty Czech actress. He was a gentle giant with her, smiling and touching her here and there the way that only lovers do. She smiled back at Marton, laying her hand over his when it rested on her knee or when he would touch her face.

He seethed with jealousy. But he had only himself to blame. He had looked and wanted but never said anything at all. He had wanted Marton since he met him in Rob Cohen's office in Los Angeles when Marton came to audition for the part. He had been tall and unassuming as he walked into the office, soft spoken and shy, it seemed. He had turned into Yorgi before their very eyes and Vin realized he was terribly outclassed in the acting department.

Vin had said nothing when they came to film. Marton seemed have disappeared and Yorgi taken his place, but Vin found himself drawn to him nonetheless. But it appeared he had waited too long. Marton was seldom seen anywhere without his adoring blond girlfriend.

Vin seethed with jealousy.

Marton kissed Markita and put her in the car that would drive her home. He stayed at her small apartment now more than he stayed in the hotel that he was living in while they filmed. He liked living with her. She was a sweet girl who did little things for him like call his mum and find out what tea he liked and have her send some. She also gave head like no one he'd ever had before. He smiled to himself. That was worth a lot too.

He found himself watching Vin. Those brown eyes seemed to look right through him. He had found Vin intriguing when they met in Rob Cohen's office but was too shy to suggest a drink or something after the meeting. Vin seemed like a man with a lot to do, and Marton hadn't wanted to be a bother.

He caught Vin's eye. And smiled. Not his crafty Yorgi smile but Marton's warm, shy smile. Vin's look back at him was smoldering. He followed Vin into the kitchen of the castle. Everyone had gone and Marton had not even noticed it. He'd had eyes for Vin all afternoon.

"Where's Markita?"

"She was having dinner with her sisters tonight, a girl thing, so I'm left to my own devices."

"So what are you doing then?"

Marton smiled. "I might go back to my hotel tonight. I don't know when Markita will come home and I still don't like staying at her apartment when she isn't there."

Vin moved closer to Marton. He wondered if he'd be rebuffed if he just kissed those lips. God knew he'd been staring at them for long enough. Hell, he didn't even know if Marton liked men. He was the first man Vin had any interest in since he moved to California and had enough success that he didn't have to suck cock for work. He wanted to suck Marton's though. He wanted to bury himself in that long lean body. He was surprised at the intensity of his feelings.

Marton opened the big industrial refrigerator, took out a bottle of water and leaned back against one of the big stainless steel tables the caterers used. He opened the bottle and drank from it, letting a few drops stray and run down into his beard. Vin stared with an open mouth. He stepped closer, almost pinning Marton to the table.

Marton didn't seem to be a bit bothered or surprised by Vin's bold actions though. Perhaps, thought Vin, he had already gotten used to Vin's rather impulsive side and figured this was just another whim. Well, it was, wasn't it?

Marton actually appeared a lot calmer than he was. He wanted Vin to come closer, wanted Vin to lick the water from his face and his beard. He was amazed that Vin couldn't hear his heart pounding and he knew if Vin bothered to look down, he'd see the hard bulge in Yorgi's black leather pants.

Vin looked then looked back up into his face.

"Did I do that?" He said his deep voice. Marton could only nod. Dark eyes looked into amber eyes. Marton's water bottle dropped noisily to the floor and neither man seemed to notice. They were pressed together from knee to shoulder, mouths coming together in a kiss that left them both gasping for breath.

Marton was tugging the long sleeved t-shirt that Vin wore up so he could touch that his rock hard chest. Vin just grabbed it and jerked it over his head. Their mouths sought each other again, both men battling to dominate the other one. Vin jerked Marton's shirt open and the buttons flew everywhere, making little metallic sounds as they bounced off the steel tables and appliances. Marton leaned back, bracing his hands on the table, and Vin leaned over and sucked the New Zealander's tiny nipple.

Marton's breath hissed out as Vin's hands strayed down to the fastenings of the leather pants. He rubbed him through the leather, able to feel the heat even through the thick pants. Marton arched against his hand and Vin bit his nipple.

"Fuck, you're as hot as I thought you'd be," the American finally said as he peeled the leather pants open and took Marton into his hand. He dropped down to his knees in front of Marton. Vin tugged his pants down to his ankles, exposing him completely and at the same time, fettering his ankles so the Kiwi couldn't possibly escape.

He ran his tongue up the underside from the base to the smooth head, making sure to pay attention to the tiny little vee under the heat then to the little slit and the dewy drops forming there. He noticed the death grip that Marton had on the shiny table. He smiled around the mouthful he had and took Marton as far into his mouth as he could.

Marton was glad for the table behind him, the cold steel against his ass kept him from melting and also kept him from falling flat on the floor. He knew he was going to come embarrassingly soon, and he knew that Vin knew it too. It was his turn to whisper, "Fuck," when Vin let Marton's head push down the back of his throat. The tightness was almost more than his senses could stand and then Vin swallowed, the back of his throat constricting and making the fit even tighter. Vin kneaded his tight sac as his nose butted the curly auburn hair surrounding Marton's penis. He was gritting his teeth to keep from screaming outright. Then he came, the pleasure so intense as to make him completely mindless as he moaned and begged Vin to stop, not to stop, to fuck him...

Vin licked him until he was drained. Then he stood, browns eyes alight with lust and mischief. He yanked the shirt down and turned Marton to face the table. He used the shirt to bind Marton's wrists behind him and his pants were still around his ankles hobbling him. He spit in his hand and rubbed a finger against Marton's opening, penetrating him slowly.

Marton groaned. "You, I want you inside me."

"I can do that." He pulled his finger from the opening and pressed his slick head there instead.

Marton was impatient and shoved back against him, taking the American's thick cock into himself quickly and brutally. Vin didn't need a lot of encouragement as he grabbed Marton's hip with one hand and his bound wrists with the other and jerked the other man back hard. Marton groaned, but not entirely in pain as he hardened again despite being pressed up against the icy, cold table.

The hand on his hip slipped around to encircle Marton again, stroking him hard as Vin leaned close enough to bite his shoulder as he rammed him time and again. Every time Marton thought neither of them could stand more, Vin would shift just a little or change his rhythm so that they lasted longer and longer. Marton's knees had long since given out and he leaned all his weight on the table, and Vin in turn, leaned his weight on Marton.

Marton came first, surprising Vin and himself when he screamed in Russian for Vin to come too. The tight pulsations inside Marton made holding out any longer impossible for Vin and he pressed deep into the snug tunnel and filled it with his seed.

Both of them slid to the floor. Vin rested his head against Marton's as they sat side by side.

"Can she do that for you?" Vin asked as he kissed Marton's cheek and sagged back against the table leg to rest.