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Spirou & Fantasio - Be My Guest
It's getting fairly late in the evening; the orange glow of sunset is steadily changing to dusk, and lights are coming on all over the city. Near the heart of the darkening city stands a beautiful hotel, with first-class service, big, comfortable beds, and roomy accommodations. It's a hotel built for the rich and famous, but this is where the journalists Spirou and Fantasio are staying the night-- as always, they've managed to find a way to get what they need. In this case, as usual, it's all for the sake of a story.
As Spirou comes through the door of their shared room, Fantasio looks up with a start, but immediately relaxes as he gets sight of his partner, all dressed in the familiar bellhop uniform-- although, right now it isn't by choice.
"Ah, there you are, Spirou," Fantasio greets, a warm, bright smile on his face. "I was starting to worry. Good evening."
Spirou sighs; not unkindly, but wearily. "Were you?" He asks. "Sorry, I had a lot of other guests to look after." With this, he steps into their hotel room, closing the door behind him and taking care to turn the lock.
He walks across the room, approaches the bed where Fantasio is sitting, and stands over him. He's had a long hard day undercover, and it shows, the poor thing. Even someone as strong as Spirou can't keep going forever.
"Aww, were they really so important?" Fantasio mock-complains. He's still smiling though, all playful and kind. He really was concerned about his partner. "I was starting to think you'd never come back."
Spirou smiles despite himself. He's so close that Fantasio can breathe his scent. It's so pure, so full. It smells like the open air and far-off locations and the unmistakable spice of Spirou. It's truly intoxicating.
"This is the silliest disguise we've ever used, you know," Spirou says, frustration rapidly becoming clear in his voice. "I really don't like being a bellhop again. I had some very good reasons for leaving that life behind."
"I know, but it was the best thing for the occasion, and you really pull it off," Fantasio replies. When Spirou doesn't look convinced, he goes on. "Besides, we're getting so close now, and my job isn't exactly easy either-- I'm a chef for this one, remember? Toiling over a big, hot stove to cook for a hundred people I don't even get to see? But just, think of the payoff. This story is going to be huge, it's going to be sensational! And it's all ours!"
Spirou laughs, perking right up. His smile is beautiful. "It had better be!" He exclaims. "Next time, you'd better be the one toting bags and operating elevators, you got me?"
"It's agreed," Fantasio says. He leans up, closing that small distance, and kisses Spirou on the mouth. The taste of him is like his scent, exciting and free, and immediately Fantasio becomes hungry for more.
The blond takes the redhead's shoulders and pulls him down on top of himself as he lies down on his back on the bed. Spirou does not offer resistance, letting himself be brought down, his familiar hat toppling off onto the bed as he eagerly returns the kiss-- in fact, Fantasio feels Spirou's tongue pressing against his lips, and is happy to let him in.
When the kiss ends, Fantasio looks breathlessly into Spirou's emerald eyes, letting himself be lost in them, his thoughts circling rapidly around the handsome redhead. And then, a brilliant thought strikes him.
"Hey, Spirou," Fantasio starts, "I've got an idea."
"What's that?" Spirou asks, shifts on top of Fantasio and starts to play with his eight long hairs.
"Why don't you keep on playing the part of a bellhop, and I'll be a guest with.... bad intentions?" Fantasio says, and that mischievous grin of his only gets bigger as he says it out loud. He even wiggles his eyebrows for effect.
Spirou chuckles. "Ah, so it's that kind of an idea." He says coyly. He takes a moment to consider it, moving his hand to stroke the blond's cheek. "Well, sure, why not? It's been a lousy afternoon, and if I'm to be a bellhop, I might as well make the most of it. What do I have to do?"
Fantasio sits up, bringing Spirou with him so that the youth is sitting on his lap. He loosens his silk bowtie and opens his blue suit jacket, making it look a touch ruffled. "You come in through the door, and I will be lounging here on the bed." Here he takes on a husky tone, and puts his arms around Spirou to weave his fingers loosely behind his back. "And you're surprised by my appearance, of course, but I invite you in and then.... I make you mine."
Spirou laughs softly at the cheesy choice of words, but nonetheless he looks pleased as he takes Fantasio's face in his hands. "Sounds like fun," he says. "Let's do it then." With that, he grabs his hat up, puts it back on, gets up off of Fantasio's lap and heads silently back out the door. He spends a moment out there in the hall, waiting for his lover to be ready.
But, the redhead is rather impatient. He only waits a few seconds before letting himself back inside with a cheerful, innocent-looking smile and announcing himself. "Did you call for a bellhop, monsieur?"
Fantasio really does surprise him, with the pink bowtie hanging untied around his neck, the jacket looking very ruffled now and the top few buttons of his shirt undone, showing part of his slender, handsome chest. He's lounging luxuriously now, his deep blue eyes half-lidded. He licks his lips suggestively, and Spirou feels a thrill run through him.
"I did, and you're just in time, Monsieur Bellhop...." Fantasio purrs. "You see, I'm feeling so.... so lonesome. Won't you come here and keep me company?"
"Oh, no, I couldn't," Spirou replies, putting on his best worried tone. He tugs nervously at his collar, making himself the picture of a frightened, innocent bellhop. "I, I should really go...."
Fantasio sits up, his eyes remaining focused on Spirou, absolutely captivating him. "Oh please, I insist." He says, his voice smooth and creamy. "Surely it won't hurt you to just spend a few minutes with me?"
Spirou takes a few uncertain steps toward the blond. "B-but, why would you want my company? I don't understand."
Fantasio chuckles, and he can't quite keep it in-character as his own sweet laugh seeps into what was meant to sound unsavory. He coughs quietly, then picks up the voice again. "Oh, I think you'll understand in a moment, my dear. Just have a seat here next to me."
Spirou forces down a laugh-- Fantasio's kind and open face does not suit the character he's playing. He's too good a person to truly capture the 'perverted guest' persona. Still, he is doing an admirable job with the role, and Spirou is sure that his own acting would hardly win him any awards. But they are only here for each other, putting on a private show just for themselves. The redhead feels encouraged by the thought, and resolves himself to do his very best for his partner.
So, acting as nervous as he can, Spirou sits down on the bed next to Fantasio. Almost immediately, the blond has turned to face him, his hand on the youth's back, and he's smiling the most malicious smile that kind face can make-- it's really quite good, almost enough to make Spirou feel worried for real-- and leaning good and close, leaving very little space between himself and the faux bellhop.
"Tell me your name, my pet." Fantasio says softly.
"It's.... It's Spirou, monsieur." Spirou answers quietly, placing his hands lightly on Fantasio's chest. The gesture seems strange to him, but it feels appropriate for the role. As used to being in control in life as he is, he's really enjoying this. It's nice to just relax sometimes and surrender all control to Fantasio.
"Mmm, Spirou, what a pretty name," Fantasio hums. He leans forward a little more and begins to kiss and nibble the exposed part of Spirou's neck, making him moan. The blond knows all of his weak-spots, knows just how to excite his lover with that clever mouth of his.
"Ahh, no, monsieur, this isn't right-- ahh...." Spirou gasps.
Fantasio pushes down Spirou's collar with his free hand, giving him better access to the ginger's neck. In no time, he has him writhing in his grasp, and already it has become somewhat tricky for Spirou to remain in-character rather than just tearing off Fantasio's clothes and demanding more.
As it is, he keeps on giving small protests, but he doesn't back them up with those strong arms of his like he would in real life. He tips back his head, giving Fantasio better access, but at the same time he says, "Oh, please stop, let me go...."
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it." Fantasio says, his breath hot against his partner's skin. "You are my prisoner now, Spirou." He nips his prisoner's throat to emphasize his claim.
Spirou bites his lip and turns his hips a bit. Oh, he's doing his very best to remain patient, to stay in-character and fully enjoy the play, but Fantasio is not making this easy! "Your prisoner?" He asks coyly, trying to stay focused. "But-- ah!-- why should you take me prisoner instead of.... convincing me to stay willingly? Are you.... ahh.... that controlling?"
"Ooh, a very fair point, my pet. Very well, allow me to convince you," Fantasio hums. Still holding him in place with his arm, he unfastens the buttons on the redhead's jacket, then takes it off of him and tosses it aside. He has to release his hold on Spirou to undo the much smaller buttons of his shirt, and once he's done he takes it away and tosses it aside just like the jacket.
Afterwards, he guides Spirou down onto the bed, supporting himself over the younger man, grinning hungrily down at him. He's left the white gloves, Spirou notices. He must be in the mood to keep them, or else he just doesn't feel like taking them off.
For the second time, his hat falls off, this time onto the pillow just over his head. This he doesn't notice. It would be hard to, especially now that Fantasio is starting to move.
Fantasio dips down and licks at Spirou's belly, then runs his tongue slowly from his navel up to his chest, causing him to shiver with delight. He makes his way up to Spirou's collarbone, nibbles at it and licks at the dip just under his throat. Oh, he's definitely convinced, that's for sure. He's getting noisy, too, wanton moans escaping barely parted lips.
"Are you almost convinced, my dear bellhop?" Fantasio asks, before continuing his ministrations, heading back downward again.
"A- ahh! almost," Spirou stammers, squirming delightedly under his partner. In all honesty, he just wishes Fantasio would hurry up and get him out of those pants. Despite the fabric being loose and non-restrictive, they still feel heavy and uncomfortable now, with him being as aroused as he is.
The daring adventurer is at Fantasio's mercy now, squirming and moaning as his sensitive skin is licked and nipped, all across his strong chest, trailing back down-- and then Fantasio pauses to lick and suck at one of Spirou's nipples, which makes him moan so loudly he nearly cries out. Then the other is given the same treatment, and Spirou gasps and moans and can barely contain himself.
Fantasio continues his way back down, savors the supple skin, lets his tongue dip into Spirou's navel and swirl there. He tastes salty from sweat, and Fantasio loves it. It reminds him of all the strength Spirou possesses, the derring-do he's always performing, and usually for the sake of Fantasio himself-- the thought brings a wonderful feeling through him.
Then finally, he's reached the sparse trail of red hair leading down across the rest of the youth's lithe belly to the band of his pants. The blond follows the trail and takes the pants with his hands, eases them down Spirou's hips, and gives a soft chuckle when the redhead shifts, hiking his hips up eagerly to help him get those pants off of him.
"Looks like I've convinced you." He says proudly, and mercifully pulls away Spirou's pants, and with them, his boxers. Fantasio grins and adds, "Oh yes, I've definitely convinced you! Just look at you, standing all at attention for me."
Spirou feels a touch of real embarrassment, and he shivers slightly as he's exposed entirely to the cool air. "W-well...." He's cut off when, without the slightest hesitation, Fantasio touches the tip of his cock, and Spirou gasps.
He caresses it, and his index finger trails down the underside of the shaft and runs lightly across his balls. The redhead can't stop himself from giving a needy whimper.
"What do you want me to do, my Spirou?" Fantasio purrs.
It takes a moment for Spirou to answer him. "U-use your mouth.... I want you to.... to suck it, make it yours." The answer is really the best he can manage. True 'dirty talk' is beyond him at the best of times-- he's too honest for that, too good for that. Really, Fantasio would have been shocked by anything crude coming out of the youth's wonderful mouth, even in the heat of passion. For a moment, the blond wonders what crude words would sound like, on that tongue, and finds he likes the way he imagines it. Still, he doesn't press.
"Understood." Fantasio says, grinning still, and kneels down on the bed.
Spirou feels his hot breath against his most sensitive part, and shudders delightedly, the anticipation making him dizzy. Then Fantasio opens his mouth wider, licks the head tenderly before taking in the first inch with no further delay. There's the sensation of his tongue against him, and the world seems blurry as Spirou dissolves into writhing and moaning as though he'd never been touched before.
Fantasio breathes deeply and moves downward. He is filled with passion as he begins to slowly lick and suck at his partner's length, adoring it, pushing himself to take in as much as he can of Spirou, who gives some very energetic encouragement, scarcely able to keep from bucking as his partner takes him into his eager mouth.
He keeps it up, hungry for Spirou, for all of him, his ministrations feverish. He is aware of the pressure building, and he's aware of his own length getting hard as he savors Spirou. But before the redhead comes, Fantasio pulls up, a thin trail of saliva and precum running between his slightly swollen lips and the head of Spirou's cock.
"Wh-why'd you stop?" Spirou pants, disappointed, his full lips parted open. His hair has gotten messy and he's got beads of sweat on his brow; there's something satisfying in seeing the pure and heroic youth in such disarray-- after all, that sight is reserved for Fantasio's eyes only.
"To ask how you'd like me to finish this," Fantasio replies coolly. Then he adds, very softly, "I think you're too worn out to go for more than one round this evening, sweetie."
He's right, of course, but Spirou can scarcely think about it, as hazy as he is from pleasure and need. Still, after a moment, he does sort it out, and makes a decision. "W-want.... want you inside...." He pants. "Need you."
Fantasio smiles, not an in-character smile but a warm, appreciative Fantasio smile, filled with the sight before him, with the love of Spirou. He feels so wanted, as he takes off his shirt and jacket, hurrying to undo the buttons so much that he fumbles a little with them, and then tosses them to the floor.
It occurs to him then to look for something to slicken Spirou with, and he pauses mid-motion, leaning over his lover. Oh, drat, there has to be something.... His eye falls on a small bottle of lotion he's brought, sitting on the nightstand, and he reaches for it immediately. Well, it ought to do, at least.
With the lotion in hand, he unfastens his belt and hastily works his black slacks down, then kicks them to the floor. Then he kneels down on the mattress and sets to work. He puts the lotion on his fingertips, then gently presses one inside, listening to Spirou gasp further up on the bed as he does, accepting Fantasio's finger. At first the redhead tenses, but after just a moment he eases; he knows what to do, from all the times he's done this before with his one and only partner.
Fantasio waits for him to ease up before continuing, putting in a second finger and carefully readying Spirou for what's to come. After a few moments more, he adds a third finger, putting on a little more lotion, enjoying the way that it feels inside his lover and the way that the redhead gives little gasps and quiet hums of appreciation. He turns his fingers a little, and is rewarded with another wonderful moan.
Then, the blond sits up, and rubs some of the lotion on his cock, at the same time hardening it the rest of the way and making it even easier for him to get inside. Spirou's comfort is his first concern.
He takes the redhead's bare hips in his slightly slick hands, pulling them up as he leans over Spirou, the tip of Fantasio's cock touching his entrance, probing at it. "Are you ready, Spirou?" Fantasio asks softly.
"Mmm-hmm...." Spirou hums, giving a little nod. "Hurry, please...."
With a soft chuckle, Fantasio nuzzles Spirou, and then slowly pushes inside. Fantasio gasps, the familiar heat enveloping him as he eases in, nearly halfway. Then he pulls back again, just as slowly, before setting up a pattern of gentle thrusts, building up gradually.
"N-no, deeper," Spirou gasps, and all semblance of playing a character is lost. "Ahh-- Fantasio! M-More!"
Fantasio happily obliges, thrusting deeper and quickening his pace as Spirou's still-gloved hands scrabble at his bare back as if for purchase, the fabric catching on his skin. Fantasio lifts a warm hand off the bed and wraps it firmly around Spirou's cock, starts to pump it in time to his thrusts. They're both getting so excited now, it's an effort for him to keep a steady rhythm, and not to push too hard too fast.
Spirou is bucking his hips in the rhythm of Fantasio's thrusts, making an effort to get him in deeper, and to get more of the wonderful friction of his hand stroking his member. The feel of their heated skin rubbing together is delicious, they're slick with sweat, and their bodies are reacting to each other, drawing them even closer.
It's getting close now, they can both feel it-- especially Spirou, already so well worked-up by Fantasio's talented mouth. That wonderful mouth that has talked them into and out of so many situations. That mouth that Spirou has kissed so many times, that belongs only to him. Just like the man now above him, inside him, deep and penetrating in every possible way. Spirou becomes vaguely aware of how much he keeps repeating the man's name. "F-Fantasio, oh, more, Fantasio, more! Yes!"
Fantasio's thrusting and pumping become more frantic, driven by Spirou's reactions. The sound of his name, called in the heat of his lover's passion, is almost too much for him. It's the most incredible sound in the world.
Spirou doesn't last much longer, all his frustrations washed away beneath Fantasio, as in a moment, with a loud, climbing cry, he comes, orgasm crashing down on him like a wave, a moment of exquisite pleasure and release. "Fantasio--ohhhh!"
Fantasio feels Spirou clench slightly around him, feels his fingers digging into his skin, feels his appreciation hot and wet all over his hand and across his bare chest and belly. It drives him to orgasm in turn, passion burning in his chest and in his loins both. He gives a cry of his own, not quite as loud but full of the same fervor, shouting Spirou's name as the incredible pleasure crashes through him.
Spirou gives a breathy moan as Fantasio comes inside him, hot and slick, it feels like it's shooting into his core. He keeps on pulling at Fantasio's back, his fingers still scrabbling at his skin through the thin fabric of his gloves. Vaguely, he thinks maybe that's why he still has them on, but thinking is really hard right now. There's only.... this moment. Fantasio. Inside him in every way.
Fantasio brings his mouth down on Spirou's, kissing him deeply in a sudden fit of passion, and gives a few more light thrusts, riding out his orgasm, before slowly pulling out. There's this slick sound as he does, and he shudders with delight. As the kiss ends, he sits up and sees a fine line of his semen running between the tip of his cock and Spirou's entrance, and a little more dribbling down onto the sheets from the redhead's slightly stretched opening. Such a thrilling sight.
"I love you, Fantasio," Spirou says breathlessly. "So much."
"I love you, too, Spirou," Fantasio replies, gently brushing away red strands stuck to Spirou's forehead with sweat. He leans down once more and kisses his forehead.
The blond reaches to the nightstand once more and takes a box of tissues from it. He's grateful for it, right now, because Spirou needs to be tended to and both of them have long white trails of the redhead's semen on their fronts. He feels a sense of satisfaction as he sets to work wiping himself off, and then affectionately wiping off Spirou.
The redhead has gotten sleepy-- Fantasio knew he would, it really has been a long day-- but he smiles a weary, appreciative smile as his partner cleans him off.
"Mmm, I really needed that," Spirou hums.
"I know," Fantasio says with a lopsided grin. "I did, too."
Once he's finished up, he climbs into bed next to Spirou and pulls the blanket across them, rests his head on the younger man's strong shoulder and snuggles contentedly against him. Though already half-asleep, Spirou nuzzles into the touch, trying to get closer to Fantasio, turning onto his side to hold him. Smiling, Fantasio does the same, and the two quickly drift off to sleep, naked in each other's arms.
At some point that night, Spip-- whom they snuck in, and who was most likely off looking for eats-- reappears and makes himself comfortable curled up on top of the blanket over the both of them, not to be moved until morning. Together, they are the picture of happiness.
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