Christine (spaghettitoes) wrote in spaghettific, @ 2010-09-01 11:42:00 |
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Current mood: | amused |
Entry tags: | alles was zaehlt awz, axel/maximillian, rating: nc-17 |
Sauna
Title: Sauna
Show/Fandom: Alles was Zaehlt
Characters/Pairing: Axel/Maximillian
Rating: NC-17 (PWP)
Summary: Axel is looking into the possibility of a sauna franchise for the centre and is paying no attention to the man he can feel watching him.
Warnings/Spoilers: No beta involved so you can only blame me.
Author's Notes: From the golden age, when Axel had newly taken over the centre and world domination lay before him – employees loved him, gave him gifts and everyone envied him *sniff* good times, good times. I have to admit I thought these two could be the power couple of the business world if they ever realised the other had something vital they lacked. Also - how do people do anything in saunas? Too hot for my liking.
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with this show or these characters and you can bet they wouldn’t listen to me…which is a damn shame.
The Centre could do with a sauna.
Axel turned onto his stomach, folding his arms in front of him and burying his head in them. The air was thick with steam; it drew at his skin and pulled sweat from his body. As he felt the occasional bead of sweat draw a line down his skin and into the towel between him and the bench Axel’s hair worked free of the gel that once held it in place.
He tried to ignore the other men in the sauna: this was a matter of business, the owners were eager to bring their franchise to
On arrival Axel had plodded past the rotund pensioner who had huffed hello, his body abandoned horizontally on the bench. The other person there had watched him move across the room, face shadowed behind the hanging edges of a towel that sat on his head. From his cloaked position Axel had been only a body moving through an ethereal mist but he had watched nonetheless. Even with his back turned Axel could feel intense eyes focused on his body and he had to steal his thoughts away, a shiver of excitement running through his nerves as he removed the towel and lay it out on the bench. Only a body. He had done his best to elegantly spread himself out when he lay down, keeping his mind on business and considering the profit margin on the possible addition to the centre.
Now that they were alone Axel could feel those eyes fall on him again. The two of them were alone in the room now and he knew, without doubt, that he had heard the click of a lock. A lock in a sauna, can you have a lock in a sauna? He ignored how his heart sped, trying to calm his already laboured breath in the hot, thick air. The space around him stirred as the man fell casually onto the bench below his, Axel raised his head a little and saw a slick of black hair drape across his arm as the man rested his head back and it lightly, casually touched his arm. He reached across, trying to be equally relaxed as he touched the hair, rubbed it between his fingers and enjoyed how endlessly dark it seemed against his pale skin. So rich, so like... His mind stuttered as a hand touched his thigh, confirming and determined. His approving exhale the affirmation that was needed for the touch to develop, fingers pushing into his skin and curling round to push between his thighs. As the man turned to trail his hand upwards Axel raised up on his arms, twisting just enough to see his partner and their eyes met.
Fuck.
“Maximillian?”
“Doctor Schwarz?!”
“Steinkamp-Schwarz.”
Max laughed frankly, looking down at his hand still nestled between Axel’s cheeks. With a smile he continued, a playful tease before moving his hands to sweep around Axel’s backside and stood up, “Doctor Schwarz.” His voice was rich and taunting. He leaned over, keeping eye contact to the last as he pursed his lips and blew purposefully against the heated skin beneath his hands. The cool tease of air on his skin was enthralling and Axel’s eyes closed indulgently. When Max’s lips touched his skin Axel smiled, the hint of laughter made Axel’s smile less smug than he had anticipated.
Maximillian von Altenburg is a kiss-ass.
Drawing his hands over Axel’s back Max swallowed with considered anticipation, one hand reaching around his shoulder as the other sank into the sweat soaked hair, “Turn over.”
If an order could be more humble, more pleading Axel Schwarz had never heard it. There was no doubt now that his smile was smug, he turned onto his side and rested his head on his supporting arm. He looked Max over - the beads of sweat that worked their way between defined muscles, how his chest moved with his heavy breathing. Watching him alone drained Axel of his energy and what little life there was left in his blood was aimed in one direction. He finished the turn and lay on his back, the hand that reached across to caress Max’s chest enough of a signal to proceed.
It was becoming increasingly clear how the heat weighed on Axel and with gentle insistence Max drew him out along the bench, parting his legs so he could kneel between them, full lips moving up from Axel’s stomach to his chest, his tongue eager to encircle each nipple. Max held firmly to Axel’s sides, chest moving against his growing erection with every heavy breath. With each touch more heat overcame Axel, the movement of Max against his skin like flames licking around coals, his body fuel for the fire of Max’s desires.
The press of fuller lips against his, eager and willing lips that parted quickly and drew him out, asked for the tongue that reached between them. Their kiss was slow and indulgent, the heat too oppressive for anything more energetic. Axel tasted and explored Max’s mouth, felt the welcoming caress and eager acceptance as Max pulled him in and prolonged the intrusion. As Axel pulled away, his lungs aching for air, a small but undeniable moan of disproval broke Max’s composure. Axel looked to the face hovering above his, eyes closed in concentration and lips pulled in as he fought his own thoughts.
With an irrepressible smile of satisfaction Axel’s eyes blinked and his hands reached for Max’s shoulders, stopping with his thumbs against the collar bone he pushed Max back down. For an instant Max seemed to doubt his own senses, his eyes shooting open and briefly meeting Axel’s with a gleam. His lips unfurled and quickly marked a trail down his body, burying his face into Axel’s supple skin, hair falling across his face like a veil.
Axel watched the slick of black hair moving carefully, every action beneath it perfectly considered and executed until the temptation was too much and Max engulfed him.
Axel dug his hands into the pine bench, legs wrapping around Max so he could plant his feet firmly on his back. Axel was too lost in ecstasy to wonder at the enthusiasm, of the hand cupping his hip and encouraging his natural motion instead of fighting it. The wood was too resistant and Axel was dimly aware of the pain as his fingers dug into the bench beneath him. Then a hand grabbed his wrist and Max moved the hand to his head, Axel’s fingers grasping and releasing at his hair, holding his head and pushing his hips on.
Max moaned and it sent a wave through Axel’s body. He raised his head to look down at Max, the overwhelming satisfaction as he tugged desperately at his own erection and moaned ecstatically at the relentless intrusion.
When Axel came the heat washed through his body in a final wave and he felt Max grip him, holding him in place and drawing out the moment until he collapsed, incomprehensible against Axel’s stomach.
After a few minutes Axel’s pulled his arms back and propped himself up on his elbows to look at Max, face still buried in Alex’s stomach.
“Stop it!” Insisted Max.
“What would that be Maximillian?” Asked Axel, hair moving as he nodded his head around playfully.
“Stop looking so damn smug.” His voice muffled by the skin he was still enjoying.
Axel reached down to run his hand through Max’s hair, playing casually with the compliant strands, “You’re all heat and power, no thought, no focus. Your plans aren’t formulated or thought through.”