Posted: January 2005
Title: Premiere
Author: Rising Star and Iamari
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Genre: RPS
Characters: Marton/Vin Diesel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If we owned Vin and Marton, xXx would have been a lot more interesting. In other words, this is all fake fake fake.
Beta: Tuchen Wolf and Skye, all other mistakes are ours
Timeline: Premiere of Chronicles of Riddick
Author's Notes: Just a short PWP in an established relationship. No limo's were harmed in the writing of this.

Summary: At the premiere for Chronicles of Riddick, Vin and Marton try to keep their hands off one another, but that only lasts for so long.

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It was a good time for Vin, but it would have been better if he could be walking in with his lover. However, his agent strictly told him that he needed to keep up appearances to the outside world. No matter, he'd still gotten Marton tickets and they would be watching it together, even if they couldn't walk in with one another. He smiled as bright flash bulbs from the cameras went off and stopped to talk to a few reporters he knew. Moments later he was being ushered into the theatre and he took a deep breath, the tenseness in his muscles easing. Marton was close by and damn if he couldn't feel it.

Marton had been watching Vin from the theatre door, but when his lover started moving closer, Marton had moved away. He knew damn well there was no way to hide the way they reacted to each other and as much as he longed to let the world know what an absolutely amazing man his lover was, Marton realized that could be deadly for Vin's career. He did growl softly though when Karl walked by and smacked Vin's ass. Fucking Urban would pay for that later.

Vin had to resist the urge to turn around and hit Karl. All through filming the man couldn't seem to keep his fucking hands off Vin, even though Vin was explicitly clear on the fact that he was taken. Now, for him to be acting all buddy-buddy again and smacking Vin on the ass? He fucking hated that but the press would have a field day with the two co-stars of Riddick having a fight at the premiere. His temples started to throb at the mere idea of it. Remembering that the press was washing though, his lips twitched up into a tight smile before Vin started scanning the crowd. He could still feel Marton close by and wanted just to see his lover for a moment. Even if they couldn't touch yet, a glance would keep him from decking Karl.

Seeing the look on Vin's face and the way he was craning his head, Marton smiled then stepped out from behind the ficus and snogging couple that he was hiding behind. When he caught Vin's eyes, his heart sped up and his breath hung in his throat. He looked so fucking amazing in that suit and Marton smiled as he remembered the argument between Vin and his manager over ties.

The look was both enough and not. He winked at his lover before looking around, searching for the restrooms and finding them. He bent down to whisper something to his agent and then walked over, knowing Marton would follow. They did this at every premiere, came in separately if they had to, found each other, headed towards the restrooms for a quick snog (occasionally more), then went to watch the movie.

Smiling, Vin entered the bathroom and did a quick check to make sure no one else was in there before leaning up against the wall and waiting for Marton.

The time he had to wait before following Vin was agonizing. It always was. Finally he judged it had been long enough and made his way across the crowded lobby to the restrooms. Peering around, Marton was thrilled to see it empty and immediately went into Vin's arms. "Never fucking know I just saw you in the hotel room forty five minutes ago."

Thick arms wrapped around Marton's waist as Vin buried his face in the crook of his lover's neck. "Nope," he answered quietly, voice muffled by Marton's skin. It was always worse when they knew they couldn't touch each other. Not that it stopped them, they always found a way to connect even if it was just for a few moments. Breathing in deeply, Vin smiled. "God, you smell fucking good."

Leaning hard into Vin, Marton sighed. One hand caressed Vin's head before cupping the back of his lover's neck and holding them together. "New cologne. Glad you like it." Drawing back, Marton caught Vin's lips and coaxed his lover into a slow, wet kiss.

Not that Vin needed much coaxing. He always loved kissing Marton and ever since they got back together, he only grew to love it more. Moaning into his lover's mouth, Vin's hands came up. One wrapped tightly around Marton's waist, holding them tightly together as Vin's other hand slipped into Marton's hair, long fingers quickly tangling into the honey brown strands.

Fuck, but Vin touching his hair sent Marton straight out his mind. Moaning, Marton's hips rocked hard against his lover and he could feel the outline of his lover's erect cock against his own. "Fuck, baby. Keep that up and we're going to scandalize more than a few people."

"Ask me if I give a flying fuck." Vin would love nothing more than to scandalize a few of those people out there, but he knew Marton would stop him and if he didn't, then Vin's agent would cover it all up. Sighing quietly, he leaned forward until his forehead touched Marton's. "I know. They're going to come hunting for me in a minute." He risked another quick kiss before pulling back and attempting to straighten himself up.

Marton helped, straightening his lover's shirt and jacket with smooth strokes of long fingered hands. "We've been over this, love. Timing's not right. I'll still get to sit next to you." Leaning in closer, Marton whispered, "Getting all hot and hard watching you all sweaty and dirty until I'll be nearly vibrating with the need to suck you off right fucking there."

Vin gave his lover one look at the whispered words and pulled him close, quickly giving him a hard kiss that left his lips feeling swollen. "Not fucking fair. What do you think knowing how hard you are for me is going to do to me while I'm watching the movie?" He grinned and stepped back again, knowing that if he didn't stop touching Marton they'd have to be pried apart with a crowbar later.

Raising a brow, Marton winked. "I think it's going to make it bloody damn uncomfortable to sit through that movie." Marton tucked his hands into his pockets to keep from reaching for Vin again. He really didn't want a repeat of his lover's agent busting in and breaking up a mad shag fest again. "You go out first, love. I'll see you there."

"All right." Vin continued to linger for a moment, gazing at his lover before finally leaving the restroom and heading towards his agent and -- god help him -- Karl. Taking a deep breath, he tucked his hands into his pockets and smiled at them both. His agent gave him a knowing look and shook her head. Vin's only response was to smile as she lead him into the theatre and the upper balcony where he and his 'guest' -- in this case, Marton -- would be sitting.

Marton took the time to wash his hands and straighten his hair before walking out. Then, with fewer cameras around, they could pretend to be old friends that hadn't seen each other around in a while. One quick hug complete with many back slaps then they both took their seats. Marton could hardly wait for the lights to dim as he tapped his foot gently against his lover's.

Marton's anticipation matched Vin's and seemed to carry over from where his lover was tapping their shoes together. Luckily enough, their little pit stop to the restroom had cut down on the waiting time drastically and they only had a few minutes to wait for the lights to go down. As soon as they did, Vin was reaching for Marton's hand, their fingers entwining as the previews started to play.

Brushing his thumb back and forth over his lover's hand, Marton reveled in the smooth warmth and tried not to think too much about what he's rather have those hands doing. Marton was well behaved throughout the previews, but when Vin started growling on screen his cock immediately reminded him that his lover was right there beside him. Despite the odd-looking mop of hair and a beard that looked like Vin was wearing a dead animal on his face, Marton still found his lover unbelievably sexy.

Vin always found it odd to be watching himself on the big screen and it was worse with the beard and the wig they had him wearing. He was never so glad to be out of costume as when he finally got make-up to remove the stuff. It itched. Growling softly at the memory, Vin leaned closer to Marton and started to distract himself with the other man's presence. With the new cologne that Marton was wearing, it wasn't hard at all. Leaning over as if he was whispering in Marton's ear, he took a deep whiff and growled again, hand tightening around Marton's.

Marton's pants were definitely too tight now as Vin growled practically in his ear. If Marton thought he could get away with it, he'd have been on his knees sucking Vin all the way into his throat. As it was, he reached over, his fingertips ghosting over the hard length of his cock through the thin fabric of his pants.

Vin's gasp was nearly audible, but he caught it (barely) before anyone besides Marton could hear it. They were playing with fire and if anyone looked, it wouldn't be hard to tell what they were doing.

That made it so much better.

Grinning, Vin relaxed in his seat, hips pushed forward so that more of his cock rested against Marton's hand. The hard length leaping against the warmth of Marton's palm as Vin lifted up the arm separating them and his own hand slid up the inside of Marton's thigh.

The theater really wasn't all that dark and Marton felt his heart racing at the thought of someone catching them. Moving his other hand to cover Vin's, Marton leaned forward and slipped his sports coat off. He didn't really spread it out over his lap, because that would be a bit obvious, but he did use it to block a casual view.

Taking the hint from Marton, Vin sat up again and removed his own coat, folding it up neatly before laying it across his lap. Again, he didn't spread it over his lap as if he was hiding something, just like he was too hot and removed his coat. The grin was back on his lips again as he reached over to Marton, long fingers curling around the bulge in the crotch of his lover's pants.

Marton knew he had to be silent and still and it was the hardest fucking thing he'd ever done. His own fingers were busy rubbing up and down the length of his lover's cock. Eyes glued to the screen, Marton watched as Vin moved on the screen, sweating and streaked with dirt. He leaned over and whispered, "Someone needs to be licked clean."

In the seat next to him, Vin was having much of the same problem: wanting to move and moan and knowing he couldn't. "Maybe we should go home and reenact this scene, then you can lick me clean." He sighed quietly as Marton's fingers roamed over a particularly sensitive spot and his own fingers tightened around the length in his hand.

Barely managing to bite off that gasp, Marton grabbed Vin's hand and laced their fingers together again. If they kept it up, Marton knew he was going to give them away. This would undoubtedly be the longest fucking movie of his life.

Another growl as Marton moved their hands together again, but it was quieted quickly as Vin weaved his fingers between his lover's. This was going to be a long fucking movie, but he had a few ideas to break up the monotony.

They continued teasing each other through the movie, bringing each other closer and closer until the final credits started to roll. Vin stayed in his seat for a minute, trying to will his erection to go down because there was no way he could hide it.

Marton looked over at Vin, then stood with his jacket draped over one arm to hide the hard cock tenting his slacks. Seeing the odd look on one person's face, Marton barely hid his frown. "Nice seeing you again, mate. Should do it again soon." The words tasted like shit on his tongue, but Marton knew they were necessary.

The words surprised Vin a little, but then he caught the look of someone he didn't know and he knew why. "Yeah, don't be a stranger, ok?" He held his hand out to Marton for a shake, hating that he was doing this, but knowing that it had to be done for his fucking 'career'.

Sighing, Marton shook his lover's hand and edged out of the aisle and headed for the car. At least the limo had tinted windows, which was a good fucking thing because there was just no way that Marton was going to make it back to the hotel.

Vin stayed in the theatre for a few more moments, then slipped his jacket back on. His agent caught up with him before he reached the front door and he had to stay for a few more minutes, taking more photographs and talking to people. Finally she nodded and Vin left the theatre, heading straight for the limo. His cock rose insistently again with every step he took, knowing that his lover was waiting inside of the limo for him. Finally he pulled the door open and slid inside, not giving any of the onlookers a chance to see who was inside before he pulled the door shut.

Which is a damn good thing for Marton since he got tired of waiting and had already unfastened his slacks, his cock hard and aching as it stood up from his fly. One hand was lazily stroking, but his eyes immediately went to Vin's, his other hand reaching for his lover. "Fucking need you right now."

Vin took one look at the length jutting out of Marton's fly and growled, both arms wrapping around his lover as Vin pulled him into his lap. "Good fucking thing." If he was going to say anything else, it was lost as his lips met Marton's hard, nearly splitting the flesh as he tried to get them both undressed as quick as possible without tearing anything.

Marton groaned into Vin's mouth, his hands flying over the buttons on Vin's shirt until he felt velvet smooth skin over hard muscle. Pulling out of the kiss, Marton met his lover's eyes and held them as he stood and shoved his pants off. His need was too fucking intense to even fully undress Vin and Marton simply opened his fly and returned to Vin's lap. He'd begun to anticipate this mad passionate need after being forced to act for others and had already prepped himself. Large hands closed over Vin's shoulders as Marton lifted himself and shoved down hard and fast onto Vin's cock with a ragged scream.

Vin's own scream met Marton's as he pushed up into his lover. After all the teasing they did in the theatre, the warmth of his lover's body wrapped around him like a glove felt too fucking good. Hands slid over Marton's side as Vin lifted his shirt off, lips immediately fastening onto one of the hard nipples as his large hands closed around Marton's ass cheeks and lifted him up, his fingertips digging into the flesh as they set up the hard and furious pace, Vin's noises muffled by Marton's skin.

Drawing his knees up a bit, Marton managed to get his feet flat on the seat of the car which enabled him to move harder and faster, nearly falling onto Vin's cock. Grunting softly, Marton kneaded at Vin's shoulders, the pace too violent for him to even kiss Vin. "Fucking...hell...need..."

Marton didn't even need to finish the sentence as one strong arm wrapped around his waist and Vin's other hand curled tightly around his lover's cock. "Fuck, baby...So tight... So good." He wanted to kiss Marton, but their pace was too hard for him to do that right now though he still needed the connection. "Thought about this the entire time in the theatre. How you were going to feel around my cock, how you were going to look as I fucked you."

"Fuck, wanted to get on my knees and suck you off until you exploded in my mouth." Talking became optional as Marton strove to hold back for just a few more seconds. "Baby...close..."

That's all Vin needed to hear before he was rolling them over, laying Marton across the backseat and pushing against the arm of the door with his toes to give himself that extra leverage as he reamed into Marton, panting and grunting. Then he was right there, a scream building in his throat as he bent down, finally capturing his lover's lips as he came.

Marton screamed into Vin's mouth as he felt the slick hot spurts of his lover's seed, which shoved him over the edge. Spilling between them, Marton's arms and legs squeezed tight around Vin and he clamped down around the thick cock taking him.

That brought another loud moan tearing through Vin as he continued rocking slowly into Marton, just enjoying the feel of his partner around his cock. "God. We can go watch the fucking movie again if you want to suck me off."

Sliding his hands down Vin's back and ass, Marton teased his fingers over the puckered flesh. "Mm rather do that under the table of some upscale restaurant with long table cloths so no one would see me and you'd have to be silent." Pressing the tip of his finger in a bit, Marton didn't actually penetrate.

"We'd get thrown out, there's no fucking way I could keep quiet." Grinning down at the other man, Vin shifted a little and smiled as he felt the fingertip pressing, but not entering. It was just enough to leave him wanting more. "Fuck baby, want more?" He already knew the answer, because this was his Marton, but he still liked to hear it anyway.

"Always. Don't stop fucking me." Lifting his finger to his lips, Marton sucked it into his mouth, making sure it was well coated before moving his hand back to Vin's ass. Gently he eased his finger into the tight grip of his lover's body. "Think you can keep going, love?"

"Fuck." Groaning as the finger slipped into his body, Vin pushed back against it, the burn quickly changing into a sweet muted pleasure. "It would be my pleasure." Lowering himself down for another quick kiss, Vin rocked his hips forward, his tongue and his cock sliding deep into Marton.

"One day...I want a nice curved dildo that I can fuck you with while you fuck me." Clenching around Vin's cock, Marton groaned at the added burn. "Because the look on your face when you have something up your arse is fucking drop dead sexy."

Grinning, almost laughing, Vin paused with his cock embedded deep in Marton's ass. "Do I get to fuck you with it when you've got your cock up my ass? Or do I have to get another one for you?"

"Oh...I think we can use the same one." Leaning up, Marton bit down on Vin's throat just enough to dent the flesh as he growled softly. "But I want to try it first."

"No complaints there." Vin echoed the growl, eyes closing as Marton's teeth sank into his skin. He knew the mark wouldn't last but it didn't stop him from hoping as his hips began to move again, slow and steady.

Marton rocked up with each easy thrust, content to take this one slower now that his sheer need was muted a bit. "Fucking hope not." Slipping a hand between them he pinched and tugged on Vin's nipples. "Did I tell you how fucking amazing you looked tonight?"

"Oh fuck, no." His nipples seemed to be directly connected to his cock and those small pinches and tugs had his cock twitching inside of Marton. "Did I tell you how fucking amazing you smelled tonight?" Leaning down, Vin took another whiff of his lover, his hips slamming into Marton as he growled.

"Fuck!" The hard slam caught him off guard and Marton lifted into it. "Fuck, baby. Trying to split me in two?" Tugging harder, Marton sank his teeth into Vin's shoulder and sucked hard.

"Want me to?" Vin growled again, shuddering as Marton's teeth sank into his shoulder. Fuck, if that's how Marton wanted to play... Vin's lips found the juncture of neck and shoulder and he bit down, marking his lover as he continued to drive into Marton, the leather seat creaking underneath them.

"Yeah...do." Dragging blunt nails up Vin's back, Marton moved his finger in time with Vin's hips. The scent of them filled the car along with their soft sounds. Throwing his head back as Vin's cock assaulted his prostate, Marton gasped. "Mark me again."

That finger up his ass was going to drive him nuts. Gripping it tightly, Vin leaned down, biting Marton again until his shoulder and collarbone were covered with red bite marks. "Fucking mine, Marton."

Marton was writhing at each new bite as he eased a second finger into his lover's body. "Fucking right I am." Leaning up, Marton nipped at Vin's lips and drew him into a hungry, demanding kiss. "And you're mine, baby. Always."

"Always," he panted back. Leaning back, his back arched, mouth falling open as Vin moved between the fingers in his ass and the warm confines of his lover's body. "God, baby...Always." Then the fingers touched something inside of him and he howled, hips jerking fast against Marton. "God, Marton, fucking hell, want you with me."

Sweat covered both of them enabling their skin to slide easily against each other. Marton's shoulder ached from driving his finger's into Vin, but there was no fucking way he was going to stop. "Right there...right here with you. C'mon, love. Fill me. Take me with you."

That's all Vin needed to hear as his focus narrowed entirely to the feelings shooting back and forth between his cock and his ass. "God, baby..." Repeating those words over and over again, he felt his balls drawing up and then he was screaming Marton's name, their bodies slapping together loudly as Vin shuddered and came again.

The drag of Vin's body over his cock was all Marton needed before he was screaming as well, hot come spilling between their bodies. Panting harshly, he slipped his fingers free and wrapped both arms tight around Vin. "Love you so fucking much."

"Fucking hell." Vin could only groan as he collapsed against Marton, instinctively seeking out the crook of Marton's neck to bury his face in. "Love you too." Both hands wormed their way under Marton's body to hold him closer.

It was then that Marton realized the limo was stopping. "Um...baby, we're at the hotel. We're going to have to dress really fucking fast."

"No... Fuck." Vin pulled back fast, sighing as cold air hit all the places where the warmth of Marton's body just was. Dressing fast, he helped Marton get dressed as well and made sure they both looked decent before the driver let them out.

Raking his hair back, Marton followed Vin out and they both stopped to sign autographs for the rabid fans that followed them back to the hotel. When they part, Marton looked over his shoulder once then focused on the people before him. Besides. He knew he'd have Vin to himself again just as soon as they reached the room.

Vin plastered on his 'public' smile as he signed various objects and one girl's stomach. Soon enough he was at the doors to the hotel and he couldn't be more grateful as security ushered him inside and he headed for their room, eager to spend the rest of the night in only Marton's company.

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THE END

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