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koori_nekoTitle: Instincts
Author: me
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 1/??
Pairing: Craig Parker/Craig Horner
Warning: None...well ok, some very mild D/s mentions.
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker.
Disclaimer: Well, this is a figment of my imagination. There you have it.
Note: I'm not too fond of Craig Horner, but I'd be dead before pairing Parker with, for example, Bruce Spence. And I don't write het, especially not when the main character is gay irl.
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Even though he was technically standing on the floor, his suspended arms still strained in their position and he was not really looking
forward to the shots where he would be really suspended. His arms really hurt.
"Liar" his mind whispered to him, but he quickly pushed it down.
It didn't do well on think about things no one would understand. Hell, he hardly understood this fascination himself.
He could clearly see that the director couldn't really work his head around how he, Craig Horner, made the takes so convincing. The hitching breath as the ageil was to touch him. The battle in his head wether he should give in or not. No one would know the real thoughts running through his mind. No one could know. Not about the elevated feeling he got when the shackles clinked around his wrists, nor about the skipped beat of his heart when he looked at chaines hanging down from the bar high above. How could he tell when he hardly understood it himself?
No one would ever know about the real struggle not to fall for his knees before her, or who he saw in her place. About how he came fast and hard in the shower as he imagined blue eyes dark with lust, a hard, toned body pressed against his own and dark locks tickling his abs, a deep voice whispering promises of pain and pleasure in his ear.
Craig Horner would never admit to crying himself to sleep when shooting wrapped on "Denna".
Parker watched his younger castmate with an amused glint in his eyes as they set up for rehearsals on "Conversion". The boy was so talented despite his very obvious youth. He could remember a time when he was just as young. As innocent. Smiling to himself he couldn't bring himself to ever want to go back to that time. He knew his place in the world, he knew what he liked and what he wanted. Few knew what lay behind the laughing eyes and inviting smile.
And if he saw innocent dark eyes look up at him in his dreams no one was the wiser.
This job as the great villain Darken Rahl fit him perfectly, at least in Parker's own mind. Portraying good guys and semi-good guys was fun and all, but he really preferred the wicked dominating ones.
He was very good at separating his work from his private life, something he knew frustrated the tabloids and held himself in good favor with his friends.
Only once had he had the urge to tell on a former lover, but the shame and fear the mere thought had brought him quenched that urge. Had he spilled on his ex the tabloids would have started to ask questions he never wanted to answer in public.
The urge that rose in him as he stood in the not-quite warm room was of a totally different kind. Bridget and Craig was bound in front of him, but he found himself being more focused on the boy than the Confessor. Though, she was the epitome of defiance in this role, and had she been at the club he frequented from time to time he would have loved to pick that out of her before handing her over to another Master. Females werent't really his thing.
Parker jumped out of his thoughts and nearly out of his skin when he heard a loud schink sound and a painful groan. As the director called the cut, Craig turned to Horner and saw why. One of the shackles had fallen off as Craig - no, Richard had fought them, and the boy had all but lost his balance.
"This is why I asked you to lock them for real, Andrew!" The outrage, and the reason for it, sounded convincing even to his own ears as he groaned his complaint to their director of this episode, yet Craig couldn't quite meet Parker's gaze when the older actor turned to him in worry.
Did he suspect something? Nah, he couldn't. The older man would buy the reason, just like everyone else. The fact that Horner would love for the Fijian to see through him, that was a different story altogether. He couldn't shake off the feeling of being closely watched as he was locked back onto the cross, the locks' clicking ringing in his ears. He felt his chest grow tight and a shiver race from his balls to his neck at the thought of just him and Parker being here, Parker dominating the scene just like Rahl would, or in any other way for that matter.
The boy looked so angry and confused when the shackles opened and the scene was cut short, only his eyes had really betrayed him. Craig had refused to meet his eyes that entire day and Parker had seen something lost and longing in them when the younger mad thought he didn't see it. A something that called out to Parker's dominating side, that particular instinct he had tried to bring into his character, if only in a small amount. Now that instinct was stirred by innocent, dark eyes watching him from under long lashes.
Parker quickly made the decision to instead of moving into Richard's space like he had originally planned, Rahl would keep his distance. He didn't even try to convince himself it was for any other reason than keeping the other actor from knowing what his struggling against the wood and the chinking of chains did to him. Parker had been rock hard from the moment the Mord-Sith woke Richard with a slap to his face, and he was immensely grateful for the long skirt he was wearing. The fact that he wouldn't have any scenes with Horner for the coming week was a mixed blessing. On one hand, he wouldn't have to be walking around with a hard-on like a lusting teenager, on the other their next scene was the sword fight in the dungeon, with Richard crawling to his sword only to be stopped by Rahl's boot.
When the director called the end of the day, Parker was out the door before they could release the young Kiwi from the shackles, and that night his dreams changed. Fantasies that once had included the young man tied to his bed and begging, now evolved to include heavy metal chains and locks, the wood X from the dark room, and the same you man naked against it while light played across toned abs and a chest begging to be kissed.
He came with a muffled "Craig", bite marks shining on his hand, and all attempts to get some sleep abandoned.
Two nights and two days later and Parker was dizzy and confused from lack of sleep and he kept forgetting his lines. He had been scolded five times in the lasty hour alone. His robes were itching and uncomfortable and he had a hard time laughing on cue, or remembering when to say his lines.
"Parker! Get it together or get out!!" The director, guy named something Craig couldn't really remember, yelled in exasperation and he kicked himself mentally.
"I got it. Just didn't sleep too well last night." He punctuated the statement by yawning
The director didn't need to know that he hadn't slept because every time he closed his eyes he saw Horner in chains, begging on his knees to be owned and used. That for two nights in a row he had wanked to that precize image and come harder than in years, the younger man's name on his lips.
Glaring at him, the director turned to the rest of the people in the room.
"So, you all know we're doing scenery tomorrow, so everyone has a day off. Be sure be back on Saturday, rested and preferrably co-herent for when Andrew picks up the whip. Thank you for today."
Parker was out the door and heading for wardrobe and make-up almost before the director finished talking.
The young man sat outside the make-up trailer for the sole reason that it had the only cover for miles, and he didn't feel like heading back inside or over to his by now chilled and lonely trailer. He looked up when he heard running heading his way through the rain, and moved out of the way for the soon-to-be drenched figure.
He looked up as whoever it was took a step up the stairs, and quickly averted his eyes as he met Parker's gaze.
The older man couldn't help but to smile as he saw how uncomfortable Horner became, and just as he was about to step inside the trailer, he bent down and grabbed Craig's shoulder.
"Come out with me tonight. I know a great place I'm positive you've never been to before."
Then he went inside to get his make-up removed, Horner's stare burning at his neck. Thankfully he had opted for extensions this time, to not have to bother with a wig every morning. He had learned his lesson with Jackson and crew.
Craig was still sitting on the stairs when Parker got out of the trailer some forty minutes later. He still wasn't sure if he should follow the older actor out to this place he knew of, but figured it was better than sitting alone in his boring trailer on the night before a day off. So, when Parker offered him a hand, he accepted, loosing his balance slightly as he was pulled to his feet.
"Uhm...I need to change first, but..." He was worrying his lower lip, something Parker had a hard time not staring at.
"We're in no hurry, Horner. Lead the way."
He struggled with laughter when the younger man almost jumped from the stairs in the general direction of the cast trailer park, and he was immensely grateful he rented a house not far from the set.
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Close to an hour later found them both outside Ainmhain, or as it was known to the tourists, the Davy Jones. A small club with a cellar most patrons didn't even know about. A selected few had access to it and it was only by invitation anyone could enter. Waving at the bouncer, Parker pulled them both past the line outside and into the club. He didn't stop until they reached the back of the bar, where he waved the bartender over.
"Want anything, Craig?"
"Uhm...I've been to the Davy Jones before, Parker." Turning to the bartender, he ordered a beer. Parker quickly ordered a Rum and Cola and then checked the younger man.
"But we're not going to Davy Jones, Craig. We're going to another club, and I'm pretty sure you'll like it, after the shock fades."
Parker grinned at Craig's stunned face and drained his drink before waving the bartender over again. Showing the man something on the inside of one of the rings he always wore, Parker got a key from the burly man behind the counter, and once again he lead the way.
The younger man frowned at Parker's strange comment, and felt the crease between his eyebrows deepen as he was lead behind the bar, to a non-descript door in the wine room.
"Parker, what are we doing in the wine room?"
The grin grew wider on the older man's lips and without comment he turned to the door and unlocked it. Horner nearly jumped at the noise filtering through the crack of the door and wondered at the sound proof walls.
"Once you step through this door, or even after seing this door, you can never tell a soul about it, unless you can trust them with everything you hold dear. Think of this as the Hotel California."
"I don't follow..."
"The keepers of the keys don't like squealers and they will destroy you to keep this club a secret."
"Parker, I..." The older man was scaring him, but the thought of such a secret and being allowed to be part of it pulled at him. Not to mention sharing something so serious with a person he admired, made Horner all the more curious about the place. "OK, I won't."
Parker felt his shoulders relax at the younger man's admission, and he signaled Horner to step through the doorway, before he closed the door again.
"Welcome to Ainmhain. Nest of pleasure and pain of equal measure, where the creatures of the night come to play." The public comment type tone to Parker's voice made Craig smile and relax a little, but the steely glint in the Fijian's eyes made the Aussie swallow around a sudden lump in his throat, his knees going suddenly weak.
Parker closed his eyes and felt a familiar shiver run down his spine. Gears moved in his head and an equally familiar feeling of elated thought rose inside him. He tilted his head slightly, and smiled sweetly at the younger actor. Swiftly he backed the Aussie up against the wall on top of the stairs and pressed up against him.
"Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop. Tell me that the thoughts of being tied up and helpless doesn't make you weak in the knees, and I'll back away."
Craig shivered at the tone in Parker's voice and he unconciously wet his lips as he fought to look into those glowing blue eyes. Finally he had to give in, those searing eyes and their fixed gaze making him warm and tingling all over.
"I...can't say I don't want it...I just...I've never.."
"I won't do anything you don't want, Horner. All you have to to do is trust me." Parker gently caressed the insides of the younger man's wrist with his thumb, feeling goose bumps rise against his other fingers.
"I...uhm..ok."
Head held high, Parker backed off the younger man and took a step down the stairs. He turned around when he noticed Craig still leaning against the wall.
"Come. Let's dance. If you don't like it, we'll leave." He reached out and pulled the other man towards him, whispering in his ear. "I don't want to play here anyway."
The Aussie could just gasp for air as he was manhandled by the older man and almost literally pulled down the short flight of steps. The music was thumping through him, every beat of the bass reflected in his chest. It was very easy to get caught up in the beat, the suggestive sounds of a flute wafting over the thumping of a drum. All around him was people clad in different outfits, and had he not just left one, he could have sworn it was a movie set. A woman dressed in something not dissimilar to Mordsith gear twined a leash between her hands, leading a very cute young man in different steps. Two men were dancing very suggestively close to a stage, seemingly oblivious to the world around them, and suddenly it dawned on him why Parker had insisted on his black dress shirt. He would have been really out of place in anything else.
Thought just faded away to the music and he felt less stressed than he'd done for weeks, so it was a shock when suddenly the warmth left his back and he was pulled to the side.
"There's someone I'd like you to meet, Craig."
Parker couldn't have missed the 6'4" tall with sparkling white hair man he'd known for some time now, even if he'd wanted to. He knew Aaron would recognize him immediately and figured it safer to meet the man before leaving again. Aaron might be as gay as he was, but there was nothing stereotypical about the man's strength, looks, or vindictive mood.
Reaching the bar, Craig let go of the younger man and smiled up at his friend.
"Why do you have to be so tall, Cypher?"
"Fits my personality, Seth. New friend?"
"Yeah, met him on the set. Where's Mee?"
"Around here somewhere. She needed the head. Is he safe?"
Horner got more and more annoyed while the older men seemed to talk over his head and with a frown he poked Parker's shoulder.
"I am still here, you know. You don't have to pretend I'm not."
The Fijian just grinned.
"My bad. Craig Horner. Aaron Malachie, aka Cypher. Cypher. Craig."
"I'm sure it's pleasure, Cypher. Not positive yet, though."
"Oh, I'm very positive this is a pleasure, Craig."
"Cyph, mine. Back off." Parker growned good-naturedly, just as a tall woman with flowing auburn hair and dressed in a dark blue Greecian style dressed appeared by Aaron's side. She didn't look up at the blond man, but instead opted at looking at the actors.
"Who are your new friend, lord Cypher? If I may ask?"
"He's an aquantance of Seth's, Mee, though he seems like a free agent to me."
"Cypher, I already told you he's mine."
"And here you go again, talking over my head."
"Craig, meet Mnemosyne, Cypher's girl." Horner shook the woman's hand as Parker began talking again.
"I just wanted to show my young friend a new place, that's all. See if he was interested."
"Is he?" The Aussie found the blond's piercing stare a little uncomfortable and had a hard time meeting the slightly taller man's eyes.
"I guess I am, Cypher."
Try as he might, Horner couldn't keep eye contact and he could feel Aaron's smile as he looked away like a warm blanket in Summer, hot and unpleasant.
"Don't drop the ball on this one, Parker. He's a keeper."
"I don't intend to. And on that not, we're leaving. Nice to meet you."
Parker grabbed the younger man's hand and dragged his blushing co-actor out of the club.
Author: me
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 1/??
Pairing: Craig Parker/Craig Horner
Warning: None...well ok, some very mild D/s mentions.
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker.
Disclaimer: Well, this is a figment of my imagination. There you have it.
Note: I'm not too fond of Craig Horner, but I'd be dead before pairing Parker with, for example, Bruce Spence. And I don't write het, especially not when the main character is gay irl.
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Even though he was technically standing on the floor, his suspended arms still strained in their position and he was not really looking
forward to the shots where he would be really suspended. His arms really hurt.
"Liar" his mind whispered to him, but he quickly pushed it down.
It didn't do well on think about things no one would understand. Hell, he hardly understood this fascination himself.
He could clearly see that the director couldn't really work his head around how he, Craig Horner, made the takes so convincing. The hitching breath as the ageil was to touch him. The battle in his head wether he should give in or not. No one would know the real thoughts running through his mind. No one could know. Not about the elevated feeling he got when the shackles clinked around his wrists, nor about the skipped beat of his heart when he looked at chaines hanging down from the bar high above. How could he tell when he hardly understood it himself?
No one would ever know about the real struggle not to fall for his knees before her, or who he saw in her place. About how he came fast and hard in the shower as he imagined blue eyes dark with lust, a hard, toned body pressed against his own and dark locks tickling his abs, a deep voice whispering promises of pain and pleasure in his ear.
Craig Horner would never admit to crying himself to sleep when shooting wrapped on "Denna".
Parker watched his younger castmate with an amused glint in his eyes as they set up for rehearsals on "Conversion". The boy was so talented despite his very obvious youth. He could remember a time when he was just as young. As innocent. Smiling to himself he couldn't bring himself to ever want to go back to that time. He knew his place in the world, he knew what he liked and what he wanted. Few knew what lay behind the laughing eyes and inviting smile.
And if he saw innocent dark eyes look up at him in his dreams no one was the wiser.
This job as the great villain Darken Rahl fit him perfectly, at least in Parker's own mind. Portraying good guys and semi-good guys was fun and all, but he really preferred the wicked dominating ones.
He was very good at separating his work from his private life, something he knew frustrated the tabloids and held himself in good favor with his friends.
Only once had he had the urge to tell on a former lover, but the shame and fear the mere thought had brought him quenched that urge. Had he spilled on his ex the tabloids would have started to ask questions he never wanted to answer in public.
The urge that rose in him as he stood in the not-quite warm room was of a totally different kind. Bridget and Craig was bound in front of him, but he found himself being more focused on the boy than the Confessor. Though, she was the epitome of defiance in this role, and had she been at the club he frequented from time to time he would have loved to pick that out of her before handing her over to another Master. Females werent't really his thing.
Parker jumped out of his thoughts and nearly out of his skin when he heard a loud schink sound and a painful groan. As the director called the cut, Craig turned to Horner and saw why. One of the shackles had fallen off as Craig - no, Richard had fought them, and the boy had all but lost his balance.
"This is why I asked you to lock them for real, Andrew!" The outrage, and the reason for it, sounded convincing even to his own ears as he groaned his complaint to their director of this episode, yet Craig couldn't quite meet Parker's gaze when the older actor turned to him in worry.
Did he suspect something? Nah, he couldn't. The older man would buy the reason, just like everyone else. The fact that Horner would love for the Fijian to see through him, that was a different story altogether. He couldn't shake off the feeling of being closely watched as he was locked back onto the cross, the locks' clicking ringing in his ears. He felt his chest grow tight and a shiver race from his balls to his neck at the thought of just him and Parker being here, Parker dominating the scene just like Rahl would, or in any other way for that matter.
The boy looked so angry and confused when the shackles opened and the scene was cut short, only his eyes had really betrayed him. Craig had refused to meet his eyes that entire day and Parker had seen something lost and longing in them when the younger mad thought he didn't see it. A something that called out to Parker's dominating side, that particular instinct he had tried to bring into his character, if only in a small amount. Now that instinct was stirred by innocent, dark eyes watching him from under long lashes.
Parker quickly made the decision to instead of moving into Richard's space like he had originally planned, Rahl would keep his distance. He didn't even try to convince himself it was for any other reason than keeping the other actor from knowing what his struggling against the wood and the chinking of chains did to him. Parker had been rock hard from the moment the Mord-Sith woke Richard with a slap to his face, and he was immensely grateful for the long skirt he was wearing. The fact that he wouldn't have any scenes with Horner for the coming week was a mixed blessing. On one hand, he wouldn't have to be walking around with a hard-on like a lusting teenager, on the other their next scene was the sword fight in the dungeon, with Richard crawling to his sword only to be stopped by Rahl's boot.
When the director called the end of the day, Parker was out the door before they could release the young Kiwi from the shackles, and that night his dreams changed. Fantasies that once had included the young man tied to his bed and begging, now evolved to include heavy metal chains and locks, the wood X from the dark room, and the same you man naked against it while light played across toned abs and a chest begging to be kissed.
He came with a muffled "Craig", bite marks shining on his hand, and all attempts to get some sleep abandoned.
Two nights and two days later and Parker was dizzy and confused from lack of sleep and he kept forgetting his lines. He had been scolded five times in the lasty hour alone. His robes were itching and uncomfortable and he had a hard time laughing on cue, or remembering when to say his lines.
"Parker! Get it together or get out!!" The director, guy named something Craig couldn't really remember, yelled in exasperation and he kicked himself mentally.
"I got it. Just didn't sleep too well last night." He punctuated the statement by yawning
The director didn't need to know that he hadn't slept because every time he closed his eyes he saw Horner in chains, begging on his knees to be owned and used. That for two nights in a row he had wanked to that precize image and come harder than in years, the younger man's name on his lips.
Glaring at him, the director turned to the rest of the people in the room.
"So, you all know we're doing scenery tomorrow, so everyone has a day off. Be sure be back on Saturday, rested and preferrably co-herent for when Andrew picks up the whip. Thank you for today."
Parker was out the door and heading for wardrobe and make-up almost before the director finished talking.
The young man sat outside the make-up trailer for the sole reason that it had the only cover for miles, and he didn't feel like heading back inside or over to his by now chilled and lonely trailer. He looked up when he heard running heading his way through the rain, and moved out of the way for the soon-to-be drenched figure.
He looked up as whoever it was took a step up the stairs, and quickly averted his eyes as he met Parker's gaze.
The older man couldn't help but to smile as he saw how uncomfortable Horner became, and just as he was about to step inside the trailer, he bent down and grabbed Craig's shoulder.
"Come out with me tonight. I know a great place I'm positive you've never been to before."
Then he went inside to get his make-up removed, Horner's stare burning at his neck. Thankfully he had opted for extensions this time, to not have to bother with a wig every morning. He had learned his lesson with Jackson and crew.
Craig was still sitting on the stairs when Parker got out of the trailer some forty minutes later. He still wasn't sure if he should follow the older actor out to this place he knew of, but figured it was better than sitting alone in his boring trailer on the night before a day off. So, when Parker offered him a hand, he accepted, loosing his balance slightly as he was pulled to his feet.
"Uhm...I need to change first, but..." He was worrying his lower lip, something Parker had a hard time not staring at.
"We're in no hurry, Horner. Lead the way."
He struggled with laughter when the younger man almost jumped from the stairs in the general direction of the cast trailer park, and he was immensely grateful he rented a house not far from the set.
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Close to an hour later found them both outside Ainmhain, or as it was known to the tourists, the Davy Jones. A small club with a cellar most patrons didn't even know about. A selected few had access to it and it was only by invitation anyone could enter. Waving at the bouncer, Parker pulled them both past the line outside and into the club. He didn't stop until they reached the back of the bar, where he waved the bartender over.
"Want anything, Craig?"
"Uhm...I've been to the Davy Jones before, Parker." Turning to the bartender, he ordered a beer. Parker quickly ordered a Rum and Cola and then checked the younger man.
"But we're not going to Davy Jones, Craig. We're going to another club, and I'm pretty sure you'll like it, after the shock fades."
Parker grinned at Craig's stunned face and drained his drink before waving the bartender over again. Showing the man something on the inside of one of the rings he always wore, Parker got a key from the burly man behind the counter, and once again he lead the way.
The younger man frowned at Parker's strange comment, and felt the crease between his eyebrows deepen as he was lead behind the bar, to a non-descript door in the wine room.
"Parker, what are we doing in the wine room?"
The grin grew wider on the older man's lips and without comment he turned to the door and unlocked it. Horner nearly jumped at the noise filtering through the crack of the door and wondered at the sound proof walls.
"Once you step through this door, or even after seing this door, you can never tell a soul about it, unless you can trust them with everything you hold dear. Think of this as the Hotel California."
"I don't follow..."
"The keepers of the keys don't like squealers and they will destroy you to keep this club a secret."
"Parker, I..." The older man was scaring him, but the thought of such a secret and being allowed to be part of it pulled at him. Not to mention sharing something so serious with a person he admired, made Horner all the more curious about the place. "OK, I won't."
Parker felt his shoulders relax at the younger man's admission, and he signaled Horner to step through the doorway, before he closed the door again.
"Welcome to Ainmhain. Nest of pleasure and pain of equal measure, where the creatures of the night come to play." The public comment type tone to Parker's voice made Craig smile and relax a little, but the steely glint in the Fijian's eyes made the Aussie swallow around a sudden lump in his throat, his knees going suddenly weak.
Parker closed his eyes and felt a familiar shiver run down his spine. Gears moved in his head and an equally familiar feeling of elated thought rose inside him. He tilted his head slightly, and smiled sweetly at the younger actor. Swiftly he backed the Aussie up against the wall on top of the stairs and pressed up against him.
"Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop. Tell me that the thoughts of being tied up and helpless doesn't make you weak in the knees, and I'll back away."
Craig shivered at the tone in Parker's voice and he unconciously wet his lips as he fought to look into those glowing blue eyes. Finally he had to give in, those searing eyes and their fixed gaze making him warm and tingling all over.
"I...can't say I don't want it...I just...I've never.."
"I won't do anything you don't want, Horner. All you have to to do is trust me." Parker gently caressed the insides of the younger man's wrist with his thumb, feeling goose bumps rise against his other fingers.
"I...uhm..ok."
Head held high, Parker backed off the younger man and took a step down the stairs. He turned around when he noticed Craig still leaning against the wall.
"Come. Let's dance. If you don't like it, we'll leave." He reached out and pulled the other man towards him, whispering in his ear. "I don't want to play here anyway."
The Aussie could just gasp for air as he was manhandled by the older man and almost literally pulled down the short flight of steps. The music was thumping through him, every beat of the bass reflected in his chest. It was very easy to get caught up in the beat, the suggestive sounds of a flute wafting over the thumping of a drum. All around him was people clad in different outfits, and had he not just left one, he could have sworn it was a movie set. A woman dressed in something not dissimilar to Mordsith gear twined a leash between her hands, leading a very cute young man in different steps. Two men were dancing very suggestively close to a stage, seemingly oblivious to the world around them, and suddenly it dawned on him why Parker had insisted on his black dress shirt. He would have been really out of place in anything else.
Thought just faded away to the music and he felt less stressed than he'd done for weeks, so it was a shock when suddenly the warmth left his back and he was pulled to the side.
"There's someone I'd like you to meet, Craig."
Parker couldn't have missed the 6'4" tall with sparkling white hair man he'd known for some time now, even if he'd wanted to. He knew Aaron would recognize him immediately and figured it safer to meet the man before leaving again. Aaron might be as gay as he was, but there was nothing stereotypical about the man's strength, looks, or vindictive mood.
Reaching the bar, Craig let go of the younger man and smiled up at his friend.
"Why do you have to be so tall, Cypher?"
"Fits my personality, Seth. New friend?"
"Yeah, met him on the set. Where's Mee?"
"Around here somewhere. She needed the head. Is he safe?"
Horner got more and more annoyed while the older men seemed to talk over his head and with a frown he poked Parker's shoulder.
"I am still here, you know. You don't have to pretend I'm not."
The Fijian just grinned.
"My bad. Craig Horner. Aaron Malachie, aka Cypher. Cypher. Craig."
"I'm sure it's pleasure, Cypher. Not positive yet, though."
"Oh, I'm very positive this is a pleasure, Craig."
"Cyph, mine. Back off." Parker growned good-naturedly, just as a tall woman with flowing auburn hair and dressed in a dark blue Greecian style dressed appeared by Aaron's side. She didn't look up at the blond man, but instead opted at looking at the actors.
"Who are your new friend, lord Cypher? If I may ask?"
"He's an aquantance of Seth's, Mee, though he seems like a free agent to me."
"Cypher, I already told you he's mine."
"And here you go again, talking over my head."
"Craig, meet Mnemosyne, Cypher's girl." Horner shook the woman's hand as Parker began talking again.
"I just wanted to show my young friend a new place, that's all. See if he was interested."
"Is he?" The Aussie found the blond's piercing stare a little uncomfortable and had a hard time meeting the slightly taller man's eyes.
"I guess I am, Cypher."
Try as he might, Horner couldn't keep eye contact and he could feel Aaron's smile as he looked away like a warm blanket in Summer, hot and unpleasant.
"Don't drop the ball on this one, Parker. He's a keeper."
"I don't intend to. And on that not, we're leaving. Nice to meet you."
Parker grabbed the younger man's hand and dragged his blushing co-actor out of the club.
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Date: 2009-11-24 02:00 am (UTC)WOnderful story, I'm so choosy on the whole BDSM genre in general so I'm looking forward to this. However, if I make make a request. Please let me beta next time because there are some noticeable errors.
And there is the guy who plays Chase, I think he was in LOTR too. And i'm not a big fan of Horner but I like the idea of the 2 Craig's.