Fic: Plain Sight (DB/JM RPS?! - NC-17)

sweptawaybayou has suggested I post this to the community. I wrote it for secondverse's birthday. It's a DB/JM RPS!?! and more than a little bit strange.

Enjoy :-)



A/N: Many thanks to sweptawaybayou for the encouragement, entrenous88 for the beta and stir_of_echoes for the suggested additions and inspiration.


Plain Sight


The last scene had been shot, the last lines delivered with their usual aplomb and a wrap called for the last time by the director. Angel was now officially television history.

The cast and crew were toasting the end of an era on one of the sound stages. David was working the crowd, laughing and drinking with colleagues that had long since become friends. Earlier in the evening he'd made a speech thanking everyone for the amazing work they had done over the years, and telling everyone how much he was going to miss them. He'd given gifts to the make-up women in gratitude for all the time they'd spent together in the wee small hours of the night, a familiar joke that still made them laugh. He joked with the camera crew, teased the production assistants and shared old injury stories with the stuntmen. Alexis, Amy, Andy and J had all, at some point during the evening, hugged him with genuine affection (and a few tears) and promises to always stay in touch.

Throughout the evening, David kept an eye on James; always aware of where he was and who he was talking to, always aware of how many people flirted with him and, particularly, those with whom he flirted back. The few times their paths had crossed, David had casually thrown his arm around his shoulders, conscious of the slight shift in the shorter man's posture as James had relaxed into the embrace. Nobody noticed anything outside of the norm; it was usual to see David touching those he talked to – he has a rep for being a very tactile man.

He was talking to Alexis, who was counting the days until he could be with Aly again, when he felt a shift in his senses, a tingling along his spine. He looked up and immediately realised James had left the party. His enjoyment of the evening dissolved in an instant. As quickly as he could manage, he worked his way through the room so that he could slip away, unnoticed, to follow him.

Outside, the studio lot looked eerily deserted, but the dim light from one of the trailers was an arrow pointing in the darkness to James' whereabouts. David walked up to the trailer and opened the door. James was sprawled out on the sofa, sucking on a bottle of beer. He looked up as David entered and raised the bottle in acknowledgement.

“Hey, I wondered how long it would take you to get away."

David smiled at the British accent as he helped himself to a beer from the mini fridge and threw himself down on the sofa next to James.

“I couldn't leave right away. They're a great crew and this cancellation has affected them all. I felt like I owed it to them to stick around and show my support."

“No arguments mate, they're a good bunch. I've made some good friends here. That beer okay, or do you fancy some of the premium stuff?"

“This'll do for now." David looped his arm over the back of the sofa so that his hand was positioned for him to card his fingers through James' hair. At the feel of the gentle caress, James edged closer to David and sighed with pleasure.

“I love it when you do that."

“I know; you always have." David leant down and placed a soft kiss on the bleached curls. “So have you had any thoughts about what we're going to do now?"

James took a swig of beer before answering, “It's a tough call this time round, isn't it? Joss has made us both very famous. We've never had to cope with a high profile before, let alone fame and stardom. We're going to have to plan our next steps carefully."

“Do you think we should continue as actors?" David asked. "It's just that the age issue is going to become a factor sooner or later. We've both done the starvation thing to make ourselves look younger. I managed to get the part in the first place by not eating for a couple of months and you did the same during the Buffy/Spike storyline, but it's not something that's gonna work again."

After another swig of beer, James replied, "I know, but in this town everyone is on a holy quest to look young, so we can be coy about any rumours of cosmetic surgery and let people make their own assumptions for a while. I really would like to continue to act and sing with the band for as long as possible. It gives me a buzz and I have to admit I get a kick from the camaraderie, and the screaming women aren't exactly a turnoff."

James put the now empty beer bottle on the coffee table then moved deeper into David's embrace, resting his head on his broad chest. David put his own bottle down and wrapped his arms around James. "Mmm, gotta love those nubile young fans. You'll have to keep the American accent going then."

James laughed, "I know, but I've gotten used to it, so I'll cope. And in the scheme of things, it's only for a fraction of time. I know you hate it, but we'll just have to make sure we're alone more often, so I can drop it without worrying. At least here, if I lapsed, they all thought I was channelling Spike."

They shared a knowing grin then sat quietly for a moment, the only movement the gentle pull of David's fingers as he stroked James' hair. James lifted his head and brushed his lips over David's mouth, licking at the seam until the lips closed over his. David hummed with pleasure as they kissed, mouths opening automatically, yearning to touch and feel, wanting the intimacy of tongues flicking softly against each other.

James pulled himself up and straddled David, rocking his hips and grinding his cock against David's through the soft denim barrier. He bent his head, licking at David's ear, "I can never get enough of you. Do you think that'll ever change?"

David held onto James' hips, his thumbs stroking the silky skin under the edge of the loose t-shirt. Bucking his hips to feel more of James' hardening cock against his, he savoured the arousal that sparkled and shimmered around them. "It better not change because I'm never letting you go. I'll love you forever."

James started to unbutton David's shirt, pausing to place kisses on each piece of exposed flesh as the shirt opened. David leant back against the sofa and sighed with happiness at being here with this man.

“Do you think Joss has done us a favour by portraying vampires as soulless demons? Making the issue of the soul the key difference between good and evil?"

James lifted his head and laughed, “You want to have a discussion about that now?"

Putting his hand around the back of James' head, David pulled him forward and kissed him hard. Then let him go, "I'm just thinking out loud; you don't have to stop." He waved imperiously with his hand for James to continue.

“Oh, of course your majesty." James chuckled, then lent down and bit David's nipple. Hard.

Then it was all-out war.

David lifted his knees and toppled James onto the floor. He scrambled to get up and away, but was laughing so much that he was easy prey when David landed on top of him. He managed to heave the bigger man off and ran as far as the kitchenette before David caught him, trapping him against the edge of the counter.

David bit into the back of James' neck as his hands explored his body, shredding the t-shirt, undoing the zip of his jeans and ripping the denim off his hips. "Step out of them and kick them away," he whispered.

When James was naked, he resumed his exploration of the flawless body; loving how it always felt like the first time, loving the fact that it was his.

“Spread your legs."

James slid his foot and hissed, as two of David's fingers entered him and twisted to rub against his prostate. David could feel the shivers of pleasure rippling through the body pressed tight against him.

"More?"

James nodded, and another finger was added. He arched his back and David quickly wrapped his arm around his waist and positioned him so that he was bent over the counter. Want and need driving his actions, he released his cock from his jeans before stabbing into the stretched entrance. They both groaned and David slowed his thrusts to take in the erotic picture James made bent over the counter, his cock sliding in and out of his grasping hole.

Twisting his head to catch David's gaze, James moaned, "Harder, please. Fuck me harder."

David groaned his approval and slammed his cock deep into the tight passage. Angling so that his rigid column hit James' prostate on each thrust. The tight sheath was like heaven on earth; holding him, pulling him, making him crazy with delight.

The only sound in the trailer was the slap of flesh upon flesh. David reached round and caught James' cock, fisting him in time with his thrusts. Then his orgasm was upon him and, with a shout of pleasure, he shot a stream of cum deep into James' body.

As David rocked his hips, milking the final ripples from his climax, James shuddered and a pale stream of fluid shot over David's hand and onto the side of the counter.

Both men crumpled to the floor panting, James falling to rest against David's chest. David hugged him and bent to nuzzle into his neck. “I love you, have I mentioned that recently?"

“Maybe once or twice, I can't remember. Must be getting old." James mused as he nestled back against David.

“I suppose we should get up, someone might come looking for us." David said, although he made no effort to move, enjoying the closeness of holding James in his arms.

“You know what you said earlier, about how Joss has portrayed vampires?"

“Hmmm," David mumbled, rubbing his chin against the soft blonde hair.

“Well all of those slash fan fiction writers that have Angel and Spike getting off on violent, raw, bloody sex, would be really disappointed in us. Not saying we don't like a good hard fuck. My wet and aching arse is proof of that. But all that demon stuff is so far off the mark, it's laughable."

”That's what I meant before. Joss has done us a favour by creating such a powerful vampire mythology. It's allowed us to hide in broad daylight."

James grinned and stood up, holding a hand out to David to pull him to his feet. "Your pun's are getting painful. Do you want some of the premium stuff now?"

David stood and straightened his clothes, drinking in the sight of the gorgeous naked man in front of him. "Yeah. I'll get it. You'd better get dressed, cause the 'just-fucked' look suits you too well and I don't fancy getting discovered with your cock in my mouth."

“Bloody hell David, not giving me the right incentives here," James laughed as he moved toward the wardrobe.

David opened the fridge and called out, “What type do you want?"

James looked over his shoulder as he pulled a fresh shirt on over his head. “I'll have O-neg. Heat it up for me, I fancy it hot. I got some B-pos for you, it should be there at the back."

James tucked his t-shirt into the waistband of his jeans, turned and admired the sight of David's broad shoulders as he bent to open the microwave door and the aroma of fresh warm blood assaulted his senses.

David handed James his blood and took a sip of his own, “Mmm, this is good. Where did you get it from?"

“A WB exec I found wandering around on set a couple of days ago," James said nonchalantly as he strolled back to the sofa.

David choked on the blood he was swallowing and looked at James in horror.

“Tell me you're joking, please."

James just smiled and raised an eyebrow.

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