Title: A Business Meeting
By: JacobRyder
Pairing: Owen/Mark Lynch
Rating: AO
Spoilers: very, very slight spoilers for episode 1.11: Combat.
Warnings: Spoilers, Slash, Oral, Anal, rimming, PWPLP (Porn With Pathetically Little Plot).
Other notes: Although this is based on the episode 'Combat'. There is absolutely no connection to the main storyline of that episode. Only the first couple of lines actually happen in the episode itself.
Summary: Mark Lynch takes Owen back to his place after the fight in the bar, and Owen gets the wrong - or right - idea when Mark goes to change his shirt.

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Owen took a swing at the punching bag that hung from the ceiling. All in all, Mark had a pretty nice place. Clean, pleasant smell, A TV so big that it would kill you if it fell on you and - to Owens delight - it had clearly been decorated by a gay man. Owen turned to address Mark, only to be confronted by a topless man. Owen took in the sight; Mark had a fairly nice body, asides from a nasty scar on his back, which he had clearly got from a Weevil. Mark slipped on a purple shirt but didn't button it up.

Mark walked across the room to Owen and they are only inches away when he says "Something wrong?"

"No," Owen replied quickly, smiling. "Everything's fine."

To Owens surprise, Mark quickly leant in and kissed him on the lips. He put his hand on the back of Owens head and began to kiss harder as Owen moved his hands within Marks shirt, resting them on his hips. Mark put his other hand on Owens shoulder and moved his first hand to match. He quickly gave up the dominant position as he felt Owens tongue flick across his lip. He opened his mouth and let the tongue enter, rubbing against his own which had raised to greet it.

Owen moved their bodies so that Mark was pressed against the wall, at the same time; Mark pushed off Owens jacket and let it fall to the floor. Owen wasted no time in getting Marks belt undone and removed. He quickly moved on to the flies as Mark unbuttoned Owens shirt. Owen slipped his hand inside the open trousers and rubbed the bulge in Marks boxer-briefs. Mark groaned, and lost track of what happened next but found himself lying on his back on top of his bed in just his boxers. He looked to the foot of the bed, where Owen was standing. Owen opened his trousers and allowed them to fall to the floor, showing that he was wearing no underwear.

Owen crawled onto the bed and up in between Marks legs, he kissed Mark on the lips before working his way down his chest. Mark felt Owens lips at the top of his boxers and two fingers hock into the rims. Marks dick quickly came out as Owen yanked down the tight underwear. Owen took hold of the member, wrapped his lips around the top and began to suck, making Mark moan again. As Owen sucked, he moved his free hand and cupped Marks balls, rubbing them gently.

He took in more and more, working his way up and down the 8 inch cock. At the same time, he slowly moved his hand in between Marks legs, heading for his hole. Mark instantly knew what to do, and reached over to his bedside table. He pulled out a draw and took from it a tub of lube and a condom, but Owen only took the condom, leaving the tub on the bed.

Owen got Mark to roll over, then grabbed him by the hips. For a minute, Mark thought Owen was going to dry fuck him, but then he felt something much softer than a cock brush against his hole. Mark groaned as he felt Owen lick at his hole, pushing in slightly in.

Mark lifted up his hips as Owen used his tongue to lube his hole. If possible, Mark got even harder as Owen continued to lick his hole. Mark groaned. "Oh, God Owen." He felt Owen move away from him and two hands grabbed him by the hips. Owen pulled a little, to indicate Mark to lift up his hips. Mark did, then felt Owens cock touching his ass, rubbing against it. "Ah, please Owen. Fuck!"

Owen pushed in a little against Marks hole and moaned at the feeling around his head. He slowly pushed further into Mark, continuing till he was all the way in and his pubes were touching Marks skin. He stopped moving for a minute, before slowly pulling out again. He was nearly all the way out when he thrust in again, causing Mark to almost scream in pleasure and pain.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Mark said as Owen began to fuck him. "Harder!" he shouted to which Owen complied. Owen grabbed Mark by the hips again, thrusting himself in and out, making Mark moan even louder. Mark put one of his hands on his cock and tossed himself off as Owen continued. Owen kept going, fucking Mark harder and harder. Just when Mark thought he was going to explode, he felt Owen realise into his ass which caused him to cum over his hand with a load groan.

Owen laid down beside Mark, who rolled onto his back again. "Well," said Owen, breathing hard. "That certainly was a good meeting, business wise." To which Mark laughed.

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