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To Love Another Person is to See the Face of God	By : TaraMikami Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Les Miserables Views: 2026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables and Victor Hugo's characters are his and his alone, i just wanted to play in the creative sand box

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To Love Another Person is to See the Face of God

Javert slept, tired from days and nights searching Paris for the man he’d hunted for ten years that had managed to escape his grasp yet again. He slept the sleep of the dead, so bone tired from trudging after Jean Valjean in the blizzard still howling outside the inn he had holed himself up in for the night. He felt as if he might never move from the warm bed he was currently calling home, more than a few days without sleep was something he’d gotten used to, but a week was pushing what even Javert knew was the limit of those far stronger and younger than he.

As he dreamed images from his years of searching for Valjean passed through his mind under the guise of dreams, suddenly an image hits him, foreign and intriguing. A kiss of passion from rough lips, the image so stirring he felt his heart skip a beat and his stomach flutter. How long had it been since he had felt love, felt another’s hands on him, fallen into the throws of passion?

He let his mind roll with the image as yet another kiss came across his mind, it felt so real; a hand joined the kiss stroking his facial hair. Each touch from the phantom in his mind drove his mind into a continued frenzy of heated flesh and passion he hadn’t felt for more than ten years. The kisses became more intense as the rough hands moved along Javert’s body, he felt himself get hot and hard as the images and phantom feelings grew more intense. Javert could feel the phantom hands pull on his nipples and felt it force its tongue into his mouth.

A war of feelings so powerful rose quickly in his chest. Should he even be feeling such passion after so many years of celibacy? He wasn’t even sure if he was meant to feel any kind of passion, again. Now of all times, when his brain was so clouded from sleep deprivation, he finally managed to get thrown into the waters of lust. Javert had never been so confused.

He felt his nipples stand to attention beneath his thin night shirt, he reached up and pulled the ribbon that tied his long dark hair back out and allowed his hair to fall down to cover his chest, the wispy ends teasing his heated flesh. While he shift positions to remove the ribbon his erection pressed against the pants he was wearing sending a jolt of pleasure through his groin, causing him to let a soft moan escape his lips. He let the wave of pleasure subside before he pulled down his pants and when the cold air hit his exposed skin, Javert gasped at the sudden goose bumps that grew across his skin and pulled his skin taut. The pleasure that went through his body was almost more than he could handle.

He finally relented and wrapped his hand around his throbbing member, giving his body what he knew it wanted, his other hand he ran up and down his chest feeling the muscles under his skin ripple at his own touch. Javert’s hand began to move up and down, he moaned loudly arching his back and forcing his groin even farther into his hand. His blood boiled, his skin was hot and covered in sweat, but the air was cold. He could feel his pleasure build and build like a bomb about to explode, each move he made drove his closer to the edge, when he hit the precipice he rubbed his thumb across the head.

White lights burst across his vision and his mind became lost as he thrust jerkily into his hand, his fluid shooting out across his stomach and the bed sheets. The images of kissing and caressing continued until his orgasm subsided, it was only then that his mind became clear enough to see the face that belonged to the mouth and hands of the phantom that had brought him to such a place of intense pleasure.

It was then he saw the face of Jean Valjean staring back at him.

Javert’s heart suddenly felt like it had stopped. Perhaps his obsession with Valjean was more than he’s thought it was, maybe all it took was for his mind to come clouded with a lack of sleep for him to see what he truly felt for the man he’d been hunting. When had it become a sexual fantasy?

The question lingered in his mind as sleep finally took over, exhaustion dragging him down into a sleep so deep there were no dreams that dared to venture that far. Javert slept, the sleep of the dead, his dark hair spread beautifully, his body barely covered by a wool blanket he’d kicked off in his frenzy. His lips were slightly parted and his olive skin seemed to glow in the moonlight.

Jean Valjean moved from where he had watched his hunter through the window out into the cold of the night, out into the world that offered him his freedom.

A Year Later…

Javert was walking through the streets of Paris; he’d been promoted and had become an inspector of Parisian Guard. He enjoyed the nights of patrol out on the somewhat quiet streets, he enjoyed the silence the time to think, but Javert wished the company was better. He’d never enjoyed his own company, his thoughts would always wander back to his childhood and those were thoughts always left best untouched. He turned the corner into an alley and saw a ghost from his past; Jean Valjean was walking toward him.

He ran forward and grabbed the convict before he could escape, quickly cuffing him.

“Javert!” Valjean exclaimed in surprise having not seen the man when he had turned the corner.

“I’ve finally found you, 24601. You’re mine, you will not escape this time.” Javert pulled Valjean down a few more alleys and to the home in which he had been residing for the last few months since he had come to Paris. He dragged Valjean inside and pushed the man down onto the chair closest to him. Javert handcuffed his hands behind his back and to the chair on which he sat.

“You aren’t taking back to jail, Javert?”

“Not yet,” Javert said as he suddenly straddled the man seated before him.

“What are you d- ” Valjean was cut off as Javert kissed him. The feeling of the younger man’s lips upon his brought back memories of the night he’d silently watched Javert touch himself. Valjean had never seen anything more beautiful than that which he had seen that night. Once his shock subsided he kissed him back and could feel Javert relax knowing he wasn’t the only one enjoying this exchange. After several minutes they separated breathing heavily their foreheads touching and breaths mingling, rising like steam in the cold room’s air. Valjean’s eyes locked with Javert’s and he could see that pure lust that lingered there in the blue orbs, a lust that he knew was within his own eyes and heart as well.

Javert thought he was losing his mind, he’d just kissed the man that he had been hunting for years. He was out of control, but it felt so right and perfect. How could he want this man? Could this man possibly even want him in return? The lust he saw in Valjean’s eyes was his answer, his heart skipped as he kissed the man again, running his hands through the mane of graying hair. He drew a moan from Valjean when he pushed his tongue into his mouth. They fought against each other, the war of their tongues almost comical in comparison to the war that they had been a part with each other for years. Javert could feel himself getting aroused and he began to undress the man he had pinned beneath him.

He pushed the vest Valjean wore off and began to slowly unbutton his shirt, not once breaking the kiss that just kept getting longer and hotter with each moment that passed. When he got the shirt open, Javert ran his hands over Valjean’s chest feeling the hard muscles that had been refined from almost twenty years in the galleys of Toulon and ten more years running from Javert. It was then his fingers came upon the numbers branded onto his chest, his fingers traced the numbers and he then moved past the numbers, feeling the rest of his prey’s chest. Javert suddenly released Valjean’s mouth from his grasp and moved to his neck, suckling on like a baby would suckle on his mother breast. He could feel his lustful hunger gnawing at him, telling to let go; step out from behind his mask and to live in the moment that was here and now, this moment that was his and his alone.

Valjean whimpered at the feeling of his enemy sucking on his neck, it felt better than the passionate kisses that they had just exchanged. He wanted so badly to be free from his bonds, not because he wished to run from this man, but rather because he wanted to hold him. He yearned to touch Javert in the same way he was being touched, to feel the lean man’s body beneath his hands, to have his writhe in please at what he did. He wanted to badly to recreate that stolen moment he had witnessed not more than a year prior, on a cold day such as this. He wanted to pull the damn ribbon out of the gypsy’s hair and let the dark tresses fall upon his face and chest. He wanted to hold Javert face while he kissed him until the man was blind with passion.

Javert bit at Valjean’s neck and the sudden contact of teeth broke him from his thoughts and Valjean bucked, arching his back and groaning at the pleasure the younger man was creating. The sudden contact of their erections hitting sent both men reeling into a place without words to describe. Javert unlatched himself from Valjean’s neck arching back holding onto the other man’s shoulders to prevent himself from falling backward. Valjean loved the way Javert looked with his head thrown back in passion, the glimpse of glistening skin on the neck of the inspector set him on fire and he felt himself get harder at the sight.

“Let me touch you,” Valjean said his voice hoarse from the rough kissing and lust in his tone.

“Will you run?” Javert asked looking into Valjean’s eyes seeing the lust he felt reflected in his brown eyes.

“What do you think?” Valjean said grinding his groin against Javert’s making it quite evident how aroused the younger man made him.

“One hand, I won’t give you the chance to run away that easily.”

Javert released one of Valjean’s cuffed hands which was quickly placed upon his thigh, rubbing up and down sensually. Valjean then looked Javert up and down, undressing the man with his eyes, hoping that the man would get the hint. Javert understood pulling off his jacket and vest, leaving his shirt in place. Valjean reached up with his hand and tried to unbutton the shirt, only to fail miserably in his attempt. Javert held back a chuckle as he began to unbutton his shirt making sure to take him time. Each bit of flesh that Javert revealed showed the years of hardship he had endured as an inspector, scars marred his chest and stomach, but Valjean didn’t even notice. The urge to taste the man overpowering, Valjean put his hand on Javert’s back and pulled the gypsy’s chest to his face. He latched onto the man’s nipple sucking in the hardened flesh causing Javert to gasp and moan in pleasure.

The hot mouth and tongue that sucked and licked at his chest felt like velvet, heated velvet dropped onto Javert by god himself to bring the man to pleasure. Javert reached down and slowly carefully undid Valjean’s trousers and removed the treat that lay beneath its surface. He stroked the older man’s penis, enjoying the weight of it in his hand. Valjean sucked down harder trying to avoid screaming out in pure pleasure, only to elicit the moans and screams he was holding back from the man on top of him.

Javert undid his own trousers, allowing himself to hang free. He held the two of them together, the centers of their pleasure touching. He began to move his hand up and down on the two of them and he took his other hand to pull Valjean into a kiss that lasted until the two men came in an explosion of pent up emotion, lust and the beginnings of love. Valjean managed to convince Javert to uncuff him, he carried the tired young man to his own room and there the two slept.

When Javert awoke to an empty bed the next morning, he was less than surprised. He rolled over to face away from the depression in the sheets that showed another had once lain there and found a note upon the desk next to his bed. He reached up and grabbing the note, reading it quickly…

“Javert,

I’m sorry I left in such haste. I know that I promised you that I would go with you and would not run away. I had every intention of staying there with you, to kiss you awake this morning, but I have my duties. The child I care for is not something I can easily run away from.

Do not dare do think that last night was a mistake, a fluke. I pray for such a night to happen again, one where I am more free to do as I please. I will continue to hide from you during the day, but if you wish for such a night to happen again, meet me in the alley where you caught me last night. I will be there at midnight. I hope to find you in the shadow, my dear inspector.

Jean Valjean”

Javert could hardly believe the words that he had read. Valjean hadn’t just been playing along, he’d enjoyed their encounter and if Javert were to allow it he wanted more. The man who was well into his forties suddenly felt like a child giddy of the prospect of Christmas coming early. He wished that midnight would happen upon him in an instant and he would be in the arms of Valjean yet again.

Valjean could hardly wait until midnight, he only hoped that Javert would not take his invitation as a chance to capture him at last and return him to the galleys. He went through everything that he had written in his mind, wondering if the inspector was laughing at Valjean’s stupidity of leaving a note for the man he’d left behind at morning’s first light.

Javert was angry, upset, sad and thoroughly confused. He was angry because of what he’d done the previous night; it went against everything he stood for. Love, pleasure, and lust were something that he just never allowed himself to have, believing that depriving himself of these pleasures would make him a stronger man. Javert wanted so badly to not hate himself for what he had done, he wanted to just enjoy what he and Valjean now shared with each other. He knew deep down that his heart yearned to admit that he loved the man he had enjoyed carnal pleasures with the night before.

How could such things be? How had he allowed for such a thing to happen? Did he even know what love was? After so many years would he even know love if it punched him in the face? He pondered the questions that his heavy heart presented him with, hoping that he would find the answer; he stepped outside into the morning light wishing he could see the stars…

Valjean knew he loved Javert the moment he wrote the note for the young man and kissed his forehead before he slipped out of the inspector’s house and off to his own. He felt that love begin the night he watched Javert through the window of his inn, he had always wanted to know what had triggered Javert into such a moment of weakness. It was only now, a year later, that Valjean began to hope it was he that had stirred those feelings…

That Night…

The hour was eleven, and Javert shivered in the shadows of the alley where he had found Valjean less than twenty-four hours ago. After standing there for twenty minute or more, he’d begun to shiver, realizing that it might have been a good idea if he’d actually brought his coat with him. Whatever had given Javert the idea that less clothing in the middle of winter, in the middle of the night, in a dark alley was a good idea was going to pay that price when he was warm again. Valjean walked up on Javert from behind pulling the shivering man into his embrace, kissing his neck and enjoying the feel of the hard body he held in his arms.

“I’m sorry I left you,” Valjean whispered in Javert’s ear, then carefully began to suck on his ear lobe, eliciting a moan from the young man.

Javert was far too cold to speak and was too afraid of what he might say. He didn’t want to drive this man away; that was all he had done for the last ten years. He tilted his head to the side allowing the man more room to work his magic, Javert could already feel his arousal growing with each move the other made. Valjean rubbed Javert’s chest feeling the hard nipples below the shirt, which were more from the cold than from Valjean’s ministrations. He could feel himself get hard, the gypsy’s shivering body didn’t help matters any. Javert could feel the mass of Valjean’s erection pressing against his buttocks, he reached behind grabbing Valjean’s lower back and using the leverage it provided to shove and grind himself into the erection. He heard a growl near his ear come in response to his efforts, and smirked almost mischievously.

“Do that again, and I may not be able to control myself, Javert,” Valjean growled out, biting his shoulder in warning.

Javert loved the way his name sounded on the other’s voice when it wasn’t being said or yelled out of anger or annoyance. He couldn’t help himself he did the same as before, grinding himself against the other’s erection, causing Valjean to moan and flip Javert around until they were facing.

It was then in a feat of strength Valjean lifted Javert up and pushed him back against the wall, holding the younger man up with both strength and care. He kissed him in a way that was soft and rough, reaching up to pull the ribbon that tied his hair out, the curtain of hair shrouding them. Valjean ran his hand through the dark locks enjoying the soft silken way it ran through his fingers. Javert was amazed at how different everything was from the night before and how much he liked how he wasn’t in control. When Valjean pulled down his trousers, followed closely by Javert’s he could feel his heart race at the anticipation of what would come next.

“I warned you,” Valjean said finally having broken the kiss.

“I will gladly take the punishment for my crime,” Javert replied, a grin on his face that made him look like the cat that had caught the mouse.

Javert felt a finger at his entrance and nodded at Valjean letting him know it was alright to proceed. Valjean slowly pushed the finger in feeling Javert’s body resist and eventually relent. It was a slow process that made each man harder as Valjean tried to kiss away the pain from the two and then three fingers he had inserted into the young inspector. On a down stroke, he hit just the right spot causing Javert to gasp and moan loudly like a bitch in heat. Valjean made a mental note to remember that spot for later, as he kissed the man one more time before he removed his fingers and placed himself at Javert’s entrance. He pushed forward slowly attempting to allow him time to adjust, but Javert would not have any of it. He leaned forward and forced himself to become impaled on the full length of Jean Valjean.

They kissed again as Jean began to move inside the tight heat his erection now called home, each motion pulling him closer to the peak his mind and body so greatly craved. Each thrust pushed Javert against the brick wall his back rest upon, and in the back of his lust filled mind he knew he would be very sore the next day. Valjean didn’t last much longer, and he came inside his lover, filling him with warmth. The jerky thrusts of Valjean’s orgasm found the spot that set Javert on fire and kept hitting it until he too fell over the edge, releasing his seed all over himself and Valjean.

They stayed there a few minutes breathing and Valjean removed himself from Javert, carefully lowering the man back onto the pavement. Javert had to hold onto Valjean for support afraid that if he didn’t he would fall and never get up again. Valjean then felt Javert slump, only to find that he had passed out. He carried the man back home and left him to sleep it off in his own bed.

Javert woke not knowing where he was, but knowing that he was very sore. He soon realized he was at home and that he was alone.

The days and weeks seemed to pass quickly as they moved on with their lives as they had before. Javert continued with his night patrols and Valjean continued with his duties as a gardener…

It was almost five months before Javert heard from Valjean again. A young man came up to him as he was coming home from patrol and handed him a letter, running off once the inspector had taken it. He waited until he had entered his house before opening the letter. He sat at the table, placing his hat and night stick on the counter, opening the letter carefully, his heart beating heavily in his chest.

“Meet me at the alley I have a surprise for you. I’ve missed you, Javert. Come as soon as you can, I’ll wait for you as long as it takes. I hope that this reaches you, for I fear that my heart might burst for how much I need to be near you again. I’m sorry I haven’t seen you in months, I can only hope you are not angry with me. I pray to God that I shall see you soon.

Jean Valjean”

Javert grabbed his hat off the table and stuffed the letter into his pocket, almost running out of his home to meet his lover. He stood around the corner from the alley, his heart racing, stomach in knots and all he could feel was the elation of finally seeing Valjean again. He rounded the corner and was met with the lips that he had yearned to kiss for months, Javert felt as if he had entered heaven and seen God himself smiling back. Valjean released Javert from the kiss and gently pulled him to his planned destination.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Valjean said stopping to kiss Javert quickly again, “I can’t go months without seeing you, I need you.”

“Where are you taking me?” Javert asked, agreeing with what Valjean was saying, knowing how the other man felt.

“Home, I want to end this fighting between us, I want u- ” Javert kissed Valjean to shut him up. He wanted the same, to be in this man’s arms forever. He had to give up the chase, but when he weighed the risks and the benefits, Javert only came to one conclusion. Valjean would be his and his alone, he would not send the man back to the galleys when had could have the man every day for the rest of his days.

Javert broke the kiss, “I want it, too.”

Valjean smiled and brought Javert to his home, calling into the house to make sure Cosette was not home, before he brought the inspector inside. The moment they knew she was not there, they kissed with a frenzy. The months without contact made each touch even more arousing. Javert pushed Valjean down onto the couch and lay on top of him, kissing the man and groping him. He threw his coat off and quickly pulled his shirt over his head the fabric making him far too hot. Valjean enjoyed the sight of the man’s chest and the feel of his weight on top of him. He removed his own shirt throwing it in the general direction of Javert’s clothes.

Their kisses grew in strength and roughness, and Javert pulled Valjean’s pants down to his knees enjoying the sight that awaited him. He pressed his lips to the head and greedily licked the precum from tip of Valjean’s manhood, savoring the taste of the man’s flesh. Valjean’s moan was music to his ears, as he began to probe at his entrance. It took mere moments to prepare him, Javert could hardly hold back as he undid his pants and placed himself at the older man’s entrance. Javert pushed in slowly not wanting to cause his lover any pain, he moaned loudly when he was finally sheathed within the tight heat that was Jean Valjean. Javert wrapped his hand around Valjean’s cock, watching the man’s face twist in pleasure as he timed his hand and his thrusts.

Valjean could hardly stand it, Javert moving inside him and outside at the same time. His mind felt as if it were about to explode and then his body did as he came all over Javert’s had and stomach. Valjean’s body clenched down around Javert’s still sheathed cock, causing him to come as well, spilling his hot seed into the older man. They let the waves of their orgasms subside before Javert removed himself and they both pulled up their trousers continuing to kiss.

All of a sudden they heard the front door open and their hearts dropped, Cosette (who is 18 for my purposes of not having a child walking in on two adults after really hot sex) had just returned home from her afternoon walk, her “friend” Marius in tow.
“Father I’m home,” she said closing the door and hanging up her coat.

She saw the mess of clothes on the floor and thought the worst; that her father had gotten into a fight and had gotten hurt. She rushed into living area, fearing the worst. She saw her father sitting by himself on the couch.

“Is everything all right, father? Did something happen?” Cosette asked concern in her voice.

“No, everything is fine.”

“But, there are cloth-”

“I was tired when I returned home earlier and it is so warm out I felt that removing some of my clothing would do best to cool me off. I feel terrible that your friend has seen the house in this state, but fear not I will clean them up immediately. Could you make us some tea?” Valjean asked hoping to get her out of the room, before Javert’s hiding place was discovered.

“Tea sounds wonderful,” she said turning with Marius for the kitchen.

Valjean breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had just averted disaster. He and Javert quickly snuck upstairs with their clothes and into Valjean’s bedroom.

“That was very close, Valjean,” Javert said rubbing his shoulder having hit it as he climbed out from beneath the cloth cover table he’d been hiding beneath.

“Which is why we are going to tell her, earlier when I said bringing you home, I meant to be part of our family. I love you, Javert. I’ve loved you since before that night in your house.”

Javert smiled; a rare sight and said, “You had me at I love you.”

Valjean wanted to take the young man again, right then and there, but he had more important things to do. He needed to figure out a way to explain to Cosette that Javert was no longer hunting them, but was now going to live with them. He kissed Javert, and held him close.

Javert could hardly believe that he had just agreed to live the man he had hunted, but the words he had said were true. He loved the convict. They were almost one in the same. Both spent most of their lives in the galleys, Javert was brought into the world there. He knew that even though the rational part of his mind told him to run screaming in the other direction, if he didn’t do what his heart was commanding of him, he may as well just go find a bridge and jump off it.

Valjean, however; didn’t get a chance to plan. The tea he had requested was made and Cosette had come looking for him. She opened the door to find her father and Inspector Javert hugging and kissing each other in her father’s room. The poor girl almost fainted at the sight.

Cosette did the only thing she knew how, she screamed. It was then that Valjean and Javert stopped their kiss. Javert’s face became red and he felt like he was going to die right there from sheer embarrassment. Valjean released Javert and ran over to Cosette trying to calm her. It took him a few minutes with the help of Marius to get Cosette downstairs and to sit down on the couch.

“Cosette it’s okay. Please calm down, everything is going to be okay,” Valjean said hugging he daughter.

“Why is… Why is Inspector Javert here? And… And… And why were you kissing him?” she asked in complete shock from the scene she had happened upon.

Valjean had no explanation to give Cosette about what she had seen upstairs. He stuttered and jumbled his words trying his best to make a coherent sentence, only managing to fail miserably. He finally just shut his mouth deciding that his attempts at an explanation were getting him nowhere and told Marius to stay with Cosette while he went upstairs to find Javert.

Javert was still in Valjean’s room sitting on the bed, his head in his hands. His face was as red as a strawberry.

“Well, Jean, that could have gone better,” Javert said his hands muffling his voice, he began to softly laugh. The sound delightful to Valjean’s ears, having never before heard the inspector laugh.

“At least now she knows, I guess it’s for the best.”

“I guess things could have been worse,” Javert conceded, “she could have walked in about three minutes earlier. Could you imagine her reaction then?”

Valjean laughed in unison with Javert, “I just hope this hasn’t made you change your mind, about staying here.”

“I love you. I see that now. Another night alone would be torture,” Javert said smiling and standing to kiss Valjean lightly, “shall we go take care of this?”

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Depends on what you’re talking about,” Javert said smirking and walking past Valjean down the stairs, an obvious swagger in his hips.

Valjean smiled and followed the young man, enjoying the sight.

Cosette seemed calmer now and was able to comprehend an explanation of how Javert was no longer chasing them and how he would be joining their family. Javert sat quietly in a chair off to the side while Valjean explained everything to her; about how this wasn’t the first time and how they had been in “courtship” for the last few months. She had gotten over her shock and even smiled at Javert.

“Welcome to our family, Monsieur,” Cosette said, as she went into the kitchen to reheat the tea.

Javert rolled over and kissed Valjean’s back before he rolled out of bed. He went downstairs and found himself in the kitchen. He made himself coffee and was soon joined by Cosette in the kitchen.

“Good morning, Monsieur.”

“Would you care for some coffee, Mademoiselle? I was just about to make breakfast.”

“Please,” Cosette said taking the cup Javert offered her, “though I would prefer if you would allow me to make breakfast, Monsieur. You may have been part of our family for a week, but I insist that you are still a guest until you have sold your former residence and have moved in properly. Now, sit down while I prepare breakfast.”

Javert sat at the table sipping his coffee, trying miserably to convince Cosette to allow him to help her with the preparation of breakfast, only to be shut down every time with a curt ‘Monsieur’.

“We’re family,” he finally said after the sixth failed attempt, “there’s no need to call me, Monsieur. Please, call me Anton.”

“Anton?”

“Yes, my first name. It’s time we were less formal, don’t you agree, Cosette?”

“Well, Anton, could you please go and fetch father? Breakfast is almost ready.”

Javert went upstairs and found the bed he and Valjean shared to be empty. He went into the bathroom, knocking first to announce his presence, to find Valjean soaking in the claw foot tub.

“Good morning, mon ami,” Valjean said motioning for his lover to come closer.

Javert walked over until he was behind Valjean and sat on the floor. He began to massage the man’s back and shoulders, working the stress and tension out of his muscles.

“Cosette sent me to tell you that breakfast is ready,” Javert said planting a kiss on Valjean’s neck, where a mark from last night’s activities was still present.

“I’ll give you about half an hour to stop what you’re doing.”

“Sore?”

“I wouldn’t be, if we’d stopped after the fourth round, not that I’m complaining. Aren’t you even a little sore after eight rounds, Anton?” Valjean asked, having learned Javert first name only a few night previous.

“No, bruised,” Javert said, pulling off his shirt to show Valjean his back, “however, next time I think you should grab me a little harder,” his voice laced with sarcasm.

“Maybe, I will,” Valjean leaned back and kissed Javert, “now, why don’t you join me?”

“Right, now?”

“Yes,” Valjean said, pulling the almost fully clothed Javert into the tub with him.

Javert glared at Valjean, his now wet hair ruining the effect of his piercing stare.

“What the hell was that for?”

“Have you ever had sex in a tub?” Valjean asked quite innocently.

“I thought you were sore.”

“What difference does that make? You know you look very sexy when you’re angry,” Valjean kissed Javert, holding him in place.

Before long the two were hornier than rabbits during mating season and Valjean had managed to slip Javert out of his wet clothing. He began to prepare Javert, causing him to moan loudly when he found the very sensitive spot. Javert pulled Valjean’s fingers from his body and positioned him at his entrance, pushing down hard he forced Valjean inside him. The water eased the entrance and Valjean allowed Javert to control the thrusts, enjoying the visual feast laid out before him.

Javert grabbed Valjean’s back with one hand and his ass with the other for more leverage to drive his cock deeper inside of him. He loved the way it filled him, the look of lust and pleasure on Valjean’s face drove him wild and he finally came with one hard thrust, pulling Valjean over the edge with him.

They came down to breakfast, forty minutes after Cosette had sent Javert up to get Valjean. She was hardly suspicious of what it was they were doing, her feeling, however, was confirmed when Javert came downstairs wearing different clothes and with wet hair. Her father was not far behind and was in a similar state. She knew they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, even at the table she would sometimes catch them holding hands beneath the table cloth.

(The following scene is for personal indulgence and friendly curiosity)

That afternoon, Javert and Valjean made the trek to Javert’s former residence to bring the last of his things home. They were packing a few boxes, when Valjean happened upon a leather outfit. He could tell it had hardly been worn and he carried carefully over to where Javert was packing up the contents of his writing desk.

“What is this?” Valjean asked holding up the leather shirt and pants he found.

“A pair of leather pants and a shirt,” Javert said confused by the question, but letting his confusion show in his tone.

“Could I convince you to put it on?”

“Why?”

“Now, that I can’t tell you, it’s a surprise.”

Javert took the leather pieces from Valjean and went into the bathroom to change. While Javert changed, Valjean put on one of Javert’s police uniforms that was a little too big for the young man. Valjean had an idea and what better place to try it than an empty house.

Javert came out of the bathroom and he was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Every curse of the man’s flesh was accentuated by the black leather that clung to his body. Javert’s long hair only made him more erotic and tantalizing. Valjean kept his mouth tightly shut out of fear he might drool.

“Why are you wearing my uniform?” Javert asked snapping Valjean back into reality.

“I thought we might play a game,” Valjean said closing the gap between the two of them.

“What kind of game?” Javert took one of Valjean’s fingers and put it in his mouth sucking on it lightly.

Valjean pulled Javert over to the bad, grabbing a pair of handcuffs on his way. He laid Javert down and handcuffed both of his hands to the bed post.

“The kind of game where we forget who we are, and pretend we’re someone else. You’re my slave and I’m your master. You are at my disposal, to use for my pleasure.”

“Sounds like my kind of game,” Javert said smirking, “next time we play I’m in control.”

“As you wish.”

Valjean kissed Javert long enough to make him writhe and moan. He abruptly broke the contact and left Javert wanting more. He took his time exploring Javert’s body, feeling every inch of him, loving the feel of the leather beneath his finger tips. He teased Javert’s nipples to attention through the leather shirt, smiling at the gasps and groans escaping Javert lips, each sound making him want to rip the leather off and fuck the young man senseless. He peeled the leather from Javert’s torso, enjoying the way his gypsy complexion contrasted with the dark black of the leather. The man looked exotic.

“God, Jean!” Javert moaned as Valjean released the young man’s erection.

He licked up the shaft and took it into his mouth sucking on it greedily, enjoying the taste of Anton Javert. Valjean then removed his own clothes, teasing Javert by slowly removing one piece at a time. He finally took off his trousers and climbed atop his lover, straddling him their eyes meeting and not once wavering. Valjean took Javert’s cock and thrust it home, throwing his head back at the pleasure of being filled and hearing his lover cry out in pure ecstasy.

He gave Javert the same feast he had had that morning. Each motion pulling Javert and Valjean closer to the edge, Javert did his best to thrust up with each downward thrust Valjean made, but the fact that his hands were tied made things very difficult. Before long Valjean came, taking Javert with him. Each of their names came from the other’s lips, a cry of passion they heard in their very soul.

Javert had finally found where he belonged. He had a home a family, he was happy. It was an odd concept for him, he’d spent so long wrapped up in his work and hunting Valjean that he hadn’t even realized how miserable he was. The very thought was comforting. He lay in bed, his head resting on the chest of the man he loved and he felt at home and at peace at last. ‘Maybe,’ he thought, ‘I wasn’t chasing Valjean because it was the lawful thing to do. Maybe I was chasing him, because I couldn’t bear to let my other half escape.”

He slept, the sleep of the dead, with a heart full of love. Knowing he would wake in the morning, safe and sound.
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