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Alleyway	By : ChibiVincent Category: M through R > The Painter Knight Views: 908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i dont own The Painter Knight, Fiona Patton does, i'm just a hopeless fangirl that makes no money off this.

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i wonder if i'm the only one to write Painter Knight fanfiction XD....what can i say, i'm a hopeless fangirl of this couple. its canon and adorable and you never ACTUALLY get to see them have sex *pouts* so i decided to write it myself XD

i *heart* writing for these two they're so much fun! :D

((i dont like that it puts this in AU....this isnt an AU...in fact this is so CANON its painful....*grrrrr*))

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Simon idly twirled a lock of his hair between his fingers as he watched his patron down yet another pint. The aristok was well on his was to being completely smashed drunk; Simon on the other hand wasn’t really in the mood for drinking for once. Simon watched Leary as the man stumbled as he got up to go take a piss outside and the candlelight from the large wooden chandelier chained to the ceiling of the bar glinted off of the aristok’s hair making it glow.

Simon had been painting a watercolor of his friend, patron, and lover for around three days now, since he was for once between commissions, and it was severely pissing him off as most paintings of Leary did. He could never get the hair right, and his flame-touched eyes would never be able to be reproduced no matter how hard he tried. The court painter had half thought of ripping the paper in half but stopped himself as he remembered that it was good Florenzian stock he was using and that he only had a few sheets left. Cursing his paints and his obsession with trying to reproduce the man’s beauty he had gone back to working.

Marsellus tripped back into the bar, looking a tad bit more sober but still stank of liquor as he plopped himself down on the bench next to Simon. He turned and grinned at the man beside him.

“Are you still on you’re flaming second drink, Simon!?” Leary asked indignantly as he realized that his friend wasn’t drunk in the slightest.

“Not much for drinking tonight, Leary, sorry if that displeases you.” Simon said while studying his aristok’s eyes for the billionth time.

“Oh balls! I hate it when you’re bloody scorching contemplative! Cant you just have fun!?” Leary leaned in close to Simon and gave him an odd look.

“Leary?” Simon said with trepidation. He couldn’t read that face, last time he couldn’t read Marsellus’ expression he had wound up with a lap full of vomit and then spent a good thirty minutes out behind the bar holding the man’s gorgeous auburn hair out of his face as he puked his guts out.

Marsellus stared at his court painter with that unreadable expression for a good five minutes, freaking the crap out of Simon, before he moved back a bit and mumbled something about “damn heretical bastard” and “staring all the time”

Three hours later found the two more drunk than they were, Simon still mostly sober, and happily stumbling out of one of their seedier haunts.

“I THINK,” Leary yelled in his drunkenness, “I THI-“ -hic- “I think…it may be time to get back home. What do you think Simon?” Leary was leaning heavily on the man and his face was only a few inches from his painter’s. In his drunken stupor he leaned forward and kissed the man, just a small peck but it was still unexpected to Simon.

As a solid rule they didn’t kiss in public. After all if someone saw the aristok, the Vessel of the Living Flame, locking lips with his Essusiate court painter all hell would break loose. Simon for one was sure that the flame priests would have his head on a pike in no time, or maybe just on display somewhere with a nice sign that read, “this heretic kissed the aristok” above it to scare away any poor little Essusiates with crushes on any DeMarians. Either way he would be dead, for that he was certain.

“Leary, please get off, we’re in public.” Simon mumbled against his sovereign’s lips.

“Don’t want to.” Leary mumbled back. “Simon I’m horny, screw me in an alley somewhere?”

Simon sighed, Leary really was going to be the death of him, he knew it.

Somehow, when he wasn’t paying attention they had ended up in the nearest alley way and Leary had his face buried in Simon’s neck and was lightly nipping at one of his sensitive spots. It was a bit hard to think of death by head put on a pike by angry flame priests when Leary was stimulating all of Simon’s weak spots like that. The Painter threaded his fingers into the other man’s hair and tugged him up to give him a proper kiss as their mouths opened to allow their tongues battle, Simon pushed off the wall and shoved Leary hard into the other side of the alley, grinding his rising arousal into the hard bulge under his aristok’s tunic.

Simon moved to bite and suck on Leary’s neck, intent on leaving a mark, even if people would think it was from some woman in one of the brothels, Simon didn’t care, as long as he and Leary knew the truth. Leary was moaning and fisting his hands in the back of Simon’s soft blue tunic as Simon marked his neck.

“Oh hell, Simon just flaming do it! Come on I can’t wait much longer!” Simon pulled away from Leary’s neck, a nice dark bruise forming against the man’s jugular.

“Are you sure Leary? Do you really want to do it here? In an alley?” he asked, just in case the aristok had come to his senses.

“Not very likely, considering he never was in his right mind,” Simon reminded himself.

“By the bloody Flame, yes! I want it now Simon! So blazing do it!” the aristok glared at the older man who towered about a head above him. Simon sighed to himself, looked like he wasn’t going to get out of this one.

Simon wrapped his arms under the other man’s legs and pulled Leary flush against his body as his aristok wrapped his arms and legs around the painter. Simon pulled the man’s leggings to mid thigh and ran his hand back up to grab a good handful of the other man’s buttock. Leary wiggled back into the warmth of Simon’s hand and moaned. The painter made to move one hand to his mouth so he could coat it with saliva and prepare the other man for him but Leary stopped him.

“Just burning put it in Simon, I know it’ll hurt but I don’t give a rat’s ass. I just want your bloody cock in me, please do it now.” Simon decided that if Leary was at begging point, that he really should do as the man said. The painter licked his palm and slicked the saliva on his manhood while positioning it against Leary’s twitching little hole. They locked eyes and Simon pushed home.

The aristok buried his face in Simon’s shoulder, biting at the fabric of his tunic to keep his cries muffled. It flaming hurt! But he had asked for it and he wouldn’t take it back now, besides the hurt was a good kind. He always felt better when he had Simon buried balls deep inside him, not that he would ever voice that thought.

The two were still for a moment as their bodies got reacquainted with each other. It had been a week or so since they had last shared a bed, not that this was a bed, but the idea was the same. Marsellus shifted and Simon gripped tighter on the man’s legs to keep him steady.

“Move.” Leary ordered against his shoulder. Not one to defy the aristok, well, not in bed at least, Simon pulled out shallowly and thrust against the other man, both grunting at the sensation. Slowly they built up a rhythm, Simon thrusting up as Leary pushed himself down, their lips locked back together so they wouldn’t be heard by any passers by, not that there were many, it was around 4 in the morning.

The two broke apart to breathe and they shifted so that Simon was pressing directly into that spot deep inside Leary that made the man’s eyes cross and shudders wrack his body as he gasped in pleasure.

“Oh balls! Right flaming there!” Leary gasped as he ground down onto Simon to get more of that lovely friction on that spot. The painter made sure he stayed at the angle he was in as he resituated his grip and started pounding into Leary, the way he knew the aristok liked it.

All thoughts of the outside world, conflicting religions, and anything other than their hot and frenzied coupling flew out the window as Leary’s pleasure spot was over stimulated and he tightened up around Simon in pleasure.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Oh Simon, oh shit! Nnnnnnnnnn-HELL! PLEASE YES!” Leary yelled as he threw his head back against the alley wall. Simon, always the less vocal of the two, was grunting and panting along with his lover’s exclamations.

Neither of them was going to last much longer so Simon shifted Leary’s weight so he could take the man in hand and finish him off. As soon as Simon’s hand wrapped around Leary’s leaking manhood, the aristok was lost and he came with a blistering shout of Simon’s name, the painter coming along a second later groaning the name of his sovereign low in his throat.

The two slowly sank to the ground against the wall and lay there panting for a good five minutes before either of them said anything.

“Think anyone heard us?” Leary practically giggled.

“They bloody well not have.” Simon mumbled against Leary’s neck as he slowly pulled his now soft member out of the other man.

“Ha!” said Leary as Simon slowly cleaned the two of them up as best he could, “If they even tried anything I would just have them thrown in jail, anyway.”

Simon rolled his eyes. “I’m sure you would too.” He said as he helped Leary to stand and resituate his tunic and leggings.

“Well time to run our little arses back to the palace before your mother and her flaming guard catches us out so late, hmm?” Leary said, grinning mischievously at Simon, now much more sober.

“Crap! I forgot she was out tonight, if we do get caught she’s going to tell us off again, maybe we should hurry” Simon said, grumbling about his bad luck as Leary grabbed his hand and they started the customary race back to the palace.

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don’t worry they got back to the castle just fine, no one saw them and they screwed a good few more times in Leary’s room until they fell asleep all tangled up in his sheets and Simon woke up with a back cramp and complained about it all day which amused Leary to no end lol *heart*

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