Russian Reunion

Posted: December 2004
Title: Russian Reunion
Author: tildomemacar
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Genre: RPS
Characters: Marton/Karl
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true. Fiction.
Author's Notes: I saw ‘The Bourne Surpremacy" and knew Karl Urban was in it. What I didn't know was Marton was in it to. Since Karl has a Russian accent and speaks it, I wondered how he learned it. Marton came in the movie and a vicious plot bunny attacked my mind the entire movie. If you haven't seen the movie I hope nothing has been spoiled by me telling you this. These are real gorgeous people in *my* imagination, whatever they do in there is not my fault. I do promise to return them to the real world all clean when I am done. No profit or money made.*means thoughts
Summary: Karl needs to learn Russian for his movie, how fortunate Marton is in it too.

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Karl walked on the set of Bourne Supremacy to practice shots with Matt. He heard a voice behind him and whipped around in shock. "Marton? Hey mate, what are you doing here?"

"Hey Karl. I'm here for a small part I have. I only be here for a couple days. Heard you play a sniper, lucky bastard."

"I was wondering since you had to learn a little Russian for Yorgi could you teach me? My character has a Russian accent and well I don't feel like travelling to Russia right now."

"Sure, stop by my house sometime. You know the way right?"

"Yea I still remember. How about later tonight?"

"No good, I have company tonight. Helping Craig with his new role. How about tomorrow, I heard we got the day off here."

"Tomorrow would be great,see you then." Karl got back to his house and collapsed on his bed, exhausted from the grueling shots that day. He woke up later in the night drenched in a cold sweat. Karl went and took a shower, got dressed and laid back down on his bed. He closed his eyes and images of Marton naked and begging for him swam through his head. Scenes of him making love to Marton, fast and hard. Marton touching everywhere on his body making him quiver and whimper with need. Both of them licking, touching, making love all night. Karl's eyes flew open when he felt the wind slide across his bare belly. "Marton?" Looking around Karl realized his bedroom window was open and that he was achingly hard. *Bloody hell, where the fuck did these come from? I've never thought about Marton that way. He's always been a friend. Just a fluke, nothing meant by it.* Karl turned on his side and closed his eyes once more only to be plagued by dreams of Marton fucking him, he fucking Marton. He awoke in the morning groggy and not feeling like getting out of bed. He new he had to because Marton was going to teach him Russian. He got dressed and drove the short way to Marton's house.

At said house the Kiwi was just waking up. * Damn these thoughts!! Why now of all times would I think of Karl this way. He's not even interested in guys.* Marton yawned and stretched before pulling on a pair of boxers and loose fitting jeans and making himself breakfast. He just sat down to eat when a knock was heard at his door. * Who the hell would that be?*

Karl didn't expect Marton to answer the door in only jeans and nothing else. Karl had a hard time not growing an erection on the spot. Instead he said, " Hey mate, can I come in?"

Marton stared at the gorgeous man standing at the door and got an embarrassing image of Karl down on his knees sucking him dry. Shaking his head, "Sure, want some eggs and toast? I just got up and was in the middle of eating when you knocked."

It took Karl a couple seconds to realize his friend was asking him a question because he had a vision of a nude Marton laying under him panting and screaming his name over and over while Karl fucked him. " Uh yea I guess I'll have some. I haven't eaten yet and had a rough night." Karl sat down next to Marton at the table and they ate in silence for awhile. " So Mart, where'd you learn Russian anyway?"

" I traveled to Russia for while before shooting Triple X. Why don't you travel there too, I hear you'll be shooting in Moscow for most of your shots anyway?"

"I though it'd be easier if you taught me." What Karl didn't say was how he hoped he might be able to fuck him in the process.

"I know what you mean, a friend is easier than a stranger. Well let's get started." Marton cleared the dishes away and led Karl to the couch. After about thirty minutes both were ready for a break. "Let's take a break. Water's in the fridge, I need to use the bathroom." Marton headed to his bedroom and splashed water on his face to cool his mind down. When he looked in the mirror he saw Karl standing there. " What are you doing in my room?"

"Checking out the view. If someone would have told me it was so wonderful I would have checked it out a long time ago."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. I was staring at your ass." Karl strode forward and traced a finger down Marton's chest, skimming over already hard nipples. "I see you like that. How about we move to your bed?"

Marton nodded, not being able to find words at the moment. *I never thought this would happen. This is wonderful!! I finally get the man I always wanted.* "So you've been after me for how long now?"

"Doesn't matter, what does matter is that we have the whole day off. A lot can happen in twenty-four hours. How about we take those pants off hmmm."

Marton recovered himself enough to grab Karl and kiss him. Sending his tongue into explore the curves of his mouth and gently sucking on his tongue. "Why don't we take your clothes off first? You seem to being wearing more than I." Marton just short of ripped Karl's clothes off, throwing them everywhere. " Better, now my turn."

"Oh my. All that tanned flesh for me to sample and make my own. Wherever shall I start?"

" How about here!" Marton pushed Karl back on the bed and kissed him again, this time both tongues battled each other and teeth clashed. It only stopped when he broke for air. "I'd love to taste more of you. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"All I know is that I want you, **all** of you!!" Karl pulled Marton down for another wild kiss and groped his entire body, slowly making his way to Marton's erection. "I see you want me too."

"Since Return of the King. I've had dreams of making love to you all night. Making you writhe and scream beneath me, tasting your essence, making you mine." Marton had a hard time controlling his hunger as he flicked his tongue lightly over the younger man's sensitive neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking; marking him with little purplish bruises.

"Ai Marton!!" Karl managed to slip out as he felt his friend's tongue set his body afire like brush in the wild. He arched into Marton as his nipples were taken in and toyed with, bitten and licked mercilessly. He entwined his fingers in Marton's shoulder-length hair urging him lower. Marton just smiled and continued taking his time.

"How wonderful you taste!! I wish to have you in me Karl. Or would you rather me ride you like a wild stallion?"

"Don't ca-re...just fuck...me!"

Marton smiled and reaching for a bottle of oil he kept near his bed gently oiled Karl's cock and fingers. Then taking Karl's fingers guided him inside to stretch and rub him. What he didn't expect was for the fellow Kiwi to vehemently stroke his prostate. "Karl, NO!! Going to... aaaahhhh!" Marton came spilling onto Karl's abdomen and crying aloud his passion. He removed Karl's fingers and impaled himself on his friend's weeping cock. He then lifted all the way up and slammed back down again and again.

"Soooo...tight Marton." Karl grabbed Marton's hips and pulled his body down as his own hips thrust up faster and faster. He saw Marton grow hard again, spilling precum on his belly. "Come with me love!!" Karl began relentlessly pounding into Marton, brushing the man's prostate over and over. Soon both men were screaming each other's names in orgasm as Karl spilled in Marton and he spilled onto Karl again.

Marton got off of Karl and licked him clean before laying next to him propped on one elbow, drawing feather-light patterns on his chest. "So Karl, you up for more lessons?"

"If it means we get to fuck some more then yes I'm definitely up for more lessons." Karl turned and kissed Marton's cheek before pulling the man's body against him and falling to sleep.

Marton just let himself be pulled against the other body and smiled. He placed his arm over the one draped over his body and drifted to sleep.

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THE END

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