"I... don't know what you've been through in your life... but I can assure you, Rin really isn't all that bad... We aren't bad... not to those we truly care for..." Dillon tightened his hold around Rory's waist as he guided him toward the lobby. He'd carried him to their room once he'd realized Rory had injured his ankle when he fell, but Rory refused the same treatment now as they headed through the crowded hotel in search of medical supplies.
Rory sent him a skeptical glance from veiled lashes. "And you both care for me? Is that how I'm to take the 'we'?"
Dillon pursed his lips in irritation. "I realize not all our actions thus far have reflected that... but yes, we care. Do you think Rin would have gotten as upset if he didn't?" He sent Rory a skeptical smirk. "Do you think I would have carried you all the way to our room if I didn't? Hell, I would have carried you all the way to the lobby... still will if you'll let me." Dillon made a move to scoop him into his arms once again, but Rory pushed him away.
Rory tangled his fist into the fabric of the oversized sweater Dillon wore as he struggled to regain his balance. "I don't need carried... besides... How would you guys spin that publicity? Surely you couldn't fabricate a lie for that as well."
Dillon chuckled as he wrapped his arms snugly around Rory, steadying his wobbly steps. "You forget, your contract specifically restricts involvement with Rin... not me. We can be seen together all we want; in whatever capacity we want, and nothing could be done."
Rory pushed away from him. "I don't know what this is between you and Rin or what it is Rin wants with me... but it's already complicated enough... I don't need something more between the two of us. Let's just keep it as is." Rory stumbled as he tried to walk on his sore foot on his own. When Dillon quickly appeared at his side, he bit back a groan and allowed him to wrap his arms around him once more. Dillon's flirtation persisted the entire way to the lobby, grating on Rory's nerves to the point he was almost glad for the chaos that greeted them... almost...
A crowd was gathered as shouting rang out around the lobby. Though both were screaming in French, there was no denying who the voices were coming from.
"Fuck... I hope no one here speaks fluent French." Dillon growled. He pulled Rory tighter, holding him more snugly against his chest as he pushed through the crowd.
Rory furrowed his brows as he clung to Dillon. "Why? What are they saying?"
"Sabastian is accusing Rin of favoritism because he's fucking you, and Rin isn't exactly denying the allegations. We have to stop them before this gets too out of hand." Dillon yelled out the second he broke through the crowd, bringing the French bickering to a halt.
At the sound of Dillon's voice, Sabastian's entire body snapped around eagerly, a wide smile plastered to his face, but it immediately fell the second his eyes landed on Dillon's arm around Rory. "Not you too!" He began ranting in French again, this time his anger directed at Dillon.
Dillon rolled his eyes. "Enough! Rory is injured. See here?" He motioned in irritation toward the foot Rory was barely putting pressure on. "So, you win. You can stop showing your ass now."
It was Rin's turn to shout as he began stomping toward them. "What?! Hurt? How? He can't be! What about the show? It has to be him! This imbecile hasn't come to enough of the practices, given it even a quarter of the effort..."
"How did it happen?!" Dillon cut Rin off suddenly. "Think real fucking hard, Rin. How did it happen?"
"Fuck..." Rin stopped in his tracks and shoved his hand through his hair. His eyes moved around the gathered crowd before moving to Sabastian. "I... suppose the show must go on... You're in... go get changed..."
A wide smirk covered Sabastian's face as he shoved past Dillon and Rory. "I'll show you, stupid hoe, I'm better."
A muscle in Dillon's jaw twitched as he tightened his hold on Rory while pinning Sabastian with a glare as he walked by. "Just go get ready, would you?"
Sabastian gave Dillon an animalistic snarl as he snapped. "Take his side! I don't need you! You'll see!"
Rory frowned as he watched Sabastian storm off through the confused crowd. "This is going to be a PR nightmare."
Dillon nodded. "You're probably right. I'll go ahead and give Mandy a call. Hopefully, we can figure out a way to spin it. Testing out material for a new book... something..."
Rory watched in abject horror as Sabastian butchered lines and missed so many cues that the audience began to notice, and some had even started to turn. He leaned into Dillon. "I can't just sit here and watch this. There has to be something we can do, right?"
Dillon shrugged. "Not unless you think you can manage going out there in your shape."
Rory frowned as he wiggled his foot in the tight bindings. "I'm sure Rin would be more than happy to figure out some way to work around it." His eyes moved back to the stage where Sabastian was stumbling through yet another important scene, missing half the markers.
Dillon cringed at the performance. "You're right... Any workaround would have to be better than this... Come on." Dillon scooped Rory into his arms and made his way toward the backstage area. He grabbed one of the walkie-talkies and pressed the side button. "Switch on stage. End of next scene, cut lights and drop curtains. Over."
"Roger."
The second the curtains fell, Rin came sprinting backstage. "What's up? Was it that bad? I know it was bad, but what can we do?"
Dillon crossed his arms, not waiting for Sabastian to join them. "It was worse than bad." He nodded toward Rory. "We had an idea, but we're not completely sure how to pull it off. You might have to improvise some of the scenes." He nodded down to Rory. "You'd have to carry him or something. Maybe switch to all sitting scenes... What do you think?"
Rin shrugged. "Anything has to be better than that slow death we were living out there." He turned back to the stage. "Sab, get your ass back here. We're doing a switch."
A few seconds later, Sabastian stomped backstage. "A switch? What do you mean? With who?" His eyes widened, then doubt filled them as they moved from Rory to Dillon and Rin. "You're kidding. I know I'm a little rusty on my part, but he's in no shape to be out there!"
"Rusty? You've butchered nearly every line!" Rin barked.
Sabastian had the good graces to blush. "I... was nervous, is all..."
"Bullshit!" Rin growled. "I'd rather have to adlib the entire rest of this performance than struggle through the rest of this with you. AND I bet my bottom dollar the audience will feel the same!" Rin stormed over to Rory and swept him off his feet. "I don't care if I have to carry you around the whole fucking stage the rest of the night, I'd rather it be you on that stage with me. Ready?"
Rory swallowed hard, his heart pounding against his chest. He repeated the words Dillon had said earlier to himself. He cares... this is him caring... not anger... not toward me... Rory nodded as he clutched his fists against his chest and answered in a shaky voice. "I... I'll follow your lead."
A wide smile curved Rin's lips. "Good... Because I have a perfect idea..." Rin turned toward Dillon. "Wait until we're mid-stage and give the call."
Dillon flicked the walkie in Rin's direction approvingly, then watched Rin carry Rory out onto the dark stage as he moved the walkie to his mouth.
"They can't be serious! This will never work!" Sabastian snapped, running as far as he could without being seen from the audience.
"It can. If Rin thinks it will... then it will." Dillon pressed the button as he stepped beside Sabastian. "Ready, spot on center. Curtains in 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1."
The second the curtain began to rise, Rin shifted his hold on Rory and planted his mouth firmly against his. The audience was quiet at first, unable to discern Rory from Sabastian from that distance. Rin pulled back, shifting his stance for the audience to see Rory's face as he delivered his first line of the new scene, a scene Rory would immediately recognize even if the current actions weren't exactly the same... yet... "You once said I could possess your body but never your heart... does that still stand true, my prince? Has this fox's kisses not melted the ice around my prince's heart at all?"
Hushed murmurs sounded throughout the room. The sounds of people hurrying to retrieve phones and cameras could be heard all around. For the first time tonight, excitement began to charge the room.
Rin sent Rory an 'I told you so grin' as Rory cupped Rin's cheek with his hand. "I don't know what spells or cheap tricks you've used, fox... but... please... I beg..." Rory tugged his face down to meet his for another long kiss. "Before the spell wears off... I want you to be my... my first..."
Rin sent him a wide, wolfish grin. "As you wish, my prince."
Rory gave a sarcastic snort of laughter. "Of course, that would be the one thing you agree to easily and without contest."
Rin's smile widened more. "Ah, yes, as it aligns with my own desires. Can you really fault someone, man, beast, or god? We're all alike in the end, are we not?" He supplied as he carried him toward the twin bed set up on stage.
"How will this work?" Rory whispered.
"You shall see, my prince," Rin whispered back as he carefully lowered him to the mattress. Rin captured Rory's lips the second his back had hit the bed. Rin slipped his hands under Rory's shirt and revealed a good portion of his pale, narrow waist. Rory couldn't help the way his body arched off the bed as Rin ran the tips of the long, sharp fake nails slowly over his exposed ribs. Those same teasing nails raked tantalizingly, slowly along the waistband of Rory's loose jeans before moving to the front and popping the button free. Excited cheering and a tirade of camera snaps reverberated around the audience.
Rory's breath caught, and his eyes widened in stunned disbelief. "Wait, don't..." He whimpered as he caught Rin's busy wrist in both hands. It wasn't part of the script, but his mind could only think of one thing right now... and that was what happened in the scene... and how far Rin was planning on taking it here! His eyes searched Rin's with nervous questions.
Rin's smile widened. "Relax and trust me, little prince. I'll not do anything you won't enjoy." Rin leaned close,r brushing his lips against Rory's as he whispered. "I'll make sure you're covered well." He moved his lips to Rory's neck, forcing Rory to face the crowd. "Please... just trust me..."
Rory squeezed his eyes together tightly and bit into his lower lip as he considered Rin's words. Trust? The word reverberated inside his head as Rin's hands and lips moved across his body. Before he realized his shirt was being removed.
"Open my robes and cling to me," Rin whispered, his mouth pressed to the ridge of Rory's sharp collarbone.
Rory quickly did as he was told and was glad he had when his pants suddenly met his shirt on the floor. Panic began to rise until he realized what Rin had meant. The large open robes completely covered them both like their own privacy curtain. Rory nestled against Rin, giving in to the fake lovemaking of the scene. This was meant to be Mao's first time, and it was a major turning point in the story, made even better after Rory insisted on making romance the key factor in the scene. Rory waited as Rin lowered his own pants and pretended to insert himself before bucking against him and moaning in pain.
Rin cupped Rory's head. "Does it truly hurt so bad, my little prince? I've yet to get more than just the head in... and even that much you are threatening to pinch off... do relax." Rin stroked the side of his blonde head with his long thumb as he showered his face with feather-light kisses. "Shall I do something else to help you relax a bit more?" Rin shifted his weight onto his elbow under Rory's head and began making a stroking motion over his stomach. Rin's eyes twinkled with mischief as Rory forged pleasure. He lowered his lips to Rory's and whispered as he brushed his fingers across the front of Rory's tented boxer-briefs. "Come on, little prince, you can do better than that."
Rory's eyes widened, and his mock gasp caught in his throat. He held Rin's wicked gaze as his fingers dipped into the waistband of his underwear. Rory bit into his lip, trying his best to stifle a moan as Rin raked a sharp nail across the sensitive tip of his shaft.
Rin's grin widened. "You're already starting to drip..." He rubbed the precum around the tip as he continued teasing Rory. "If it becomes too much, bite me instead of your beautiful lip, my prince. They are already quite swollen... besides, I would quite enjoy your mark." Rin shifted his hips against Rory's thighs as he moved his hand slowly down his shaft. The sounds of the crowd had become nothing more than a dull buzz in his ears as he watched Rory come undone beneath him. "Come for me, little prince," Rin whispered, reading the emotions building on Rory's face.
Rory gasped and squirmed against Rin as the pressure and pace of Rin's hand increased. He tangled his legs with Rin's, running up and down the silk fabric of the bunched-up pants as he did. Tight knots began to coil and bundle throughout his entire body as his climax built. He moved himself against Rin's hand, pressed himself into his body, craving his heat. As it neared, Rory couldn't take it anymore. He flung his arms around Rin's neck and pulled Rin down. The second Rin's neck was in reach, Rory sank his teeth into the velvet-covered steel that was the base of Rin's neck.
Rin moaned against his attack but held him tightly as Rory came violently against him. It was going to be nearly impossible for them to have a standing ovation after this, but it was so worth it. Rin quickly gave the signal, and the lights were cut, and the curtain dropped. He lifted slightly and searched Rory's face in the darkness. "Are you ok? I didn't mean for it to go that far, but you looked so beautiful beneath me... I couldn't help myself... Plus, you had me so twisted up from earlier..."
Rory could feel his face heat, but thanked the darkness as he replied. "I'm fine... but what are we going to do now? We... we can't do anything like this..." His eyes moved toward the curtain, and the loud clapping that came from just behind it.
Rin shrugged. "Why not? Just wipe it on the sheets. We'll deal with it later." He lifted and quickly retrieved Rory's discarded clothes. He handed them over to Rory. "Here I'll help you dress, then I'll carry you over to the edge of the stage."
Rory crawled to Rin and buried his face against his back. "No... please... I can't face them right now... Not after what... what we just did."
Rin studied the top of Rory's blonde head as he continued to nuzzle against his back. He was finding it harder and harder to tell this blonde-haired pixie no with each passing day. He blew out a resigned sigh. "Alright, what if we did everything from here? Gave them a little more of a performance while we're at it?" Rin tugged off the top robe and wrapped it around Rory, then adjusted his own clothes underneath. "Now I wish I had worn that damn chest piece... Oh well, too late now..." He tugged at the oversized tank top he wore. "Hopefully, this covers well enough."
Rory watched as a frown spread across Rin's usually relaxed face. His eyes trailed over the well-sculpted muscles that were visible from the thinner remaining robe and the a-cut tank top. The top of Rin's swollen pecs could be seen through the material, but if anything, it only added to his allure... at least in Rory's opinion. Rory slid his hand over Rin's to still his movements before leaning over and placing a light kiss on his lips. "You look great. Stop stressing so much..." When Rin's wide, surprised eyes landed on Rory, he chuckled awkwardly. "Besides... I'm the one covered in my own cum... just saying..."
Rin's usual charming grin returned instantly as he cupped Rory's cheek and pulled him in for another, longer kiss. "This is the first time you've initiated a kiss... I like it..." He purred against Rory's lips. He placed another kiss on Rory's forehead before leaning back and chuckling as he held out his hand for his and Rory's inspection. "And, for the record, we're both covered in your cum..." His eyes moved to the robe Rory now wore. "Though you may have more of it on you now..." He turned his attention to the backstage area where Dillon stood ready for his next command, Sabastian seething beside him. "Ah... Well, if he wasn't your enemy before this..." Rin shook his head as he held up a thumb. "Ready, my little prince?" As he dropped his thumb, he pulled Rory onto his lap and waited for the curtains to rise once again. As the cheering resumed, his grin widened. He turned his attention toward the audience and began his usual after-show speech.
Rory stayed nestled in Rin's lap as the questions continued one after another for nearly an hour until a well-dressed lady in the back stood up. It was obvious that she didn't belong among the regular crowd of fans before she even spoke. Rory swallowed hard as he released his tight grip on the robes he'd been clinging to and moved his hands to Rin's waist instead. He pressed his head against Rin's chest and listened as the steady beat of his heart picked up in rhythm, though it still didn't match the heavy pounding of his own heart.
"Rin Perish, I'm with the National Publication. You've become quite the name not only in venues such as these but within the writing community as well. And why wouldn't you? Your father has built quite the empire for himself over the years, amassed quite a list of bestsellers even before you started holding the title yourself... though many would speculate it was you who inspired some of his bestsellers. What do you say to this?"
Rory watched as a muscle in Rin's jaw twitched, and his arms tightened around Rory. "Rin..." He whispered against Rin's chest, but Rin only squeezed tighter.
"I'm not here to comment on my father's works, only my own... Only my current work, at that. If you have questions about today's performance or this story, feel free to ask, otherwise," His gaze moved over the crowd as he continued. "Next question."
Her smile widened in a professionally devious way. "As a matter of fact, I do have a question about today's performance. Was the conflict in the lobby earlier a staged interaction, or is there strife among your current team?"
Rin gritted his teeth. "There were some issues." Rin shot a glare off stage. "I had to fire the model who normally acts with me during these events. He became too lax and no longer took the role seriously enough." Rin shifted on the bed before standing with Rory still in his arms. "Relax, I have you." He whispered as Rory whimpered and clung tightly to his neck. "As you can see, my assistant was injured. So, we ended up having to call the same model back. You can imagine that didn't go well. However, he was gracious enough to come anyway, regardless of how much of a failure it ended up being on his part."
There were murmurs throughout the crowd, and a sudden onslaught of questions from fans that forced the reporter to back down. However, it was obvious she was far from finished getting her story.