Sworn to Secrecy (Ryven & James)
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				Title: <strong>Sworn to Secrecy (Ryven &amp; James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 23:40:37</strong>
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				Matthew lay atop his bed, controller in hand as he desperately tried to complete the current level of his video game.&nbsp; It was Saturday, known around their house for being low key and boring.&nbsp; "Dammit!"&nbsp; The teenager shouted as his pixelated persona died once more before his eyes.&nbsp; His slight frame slid from the bed, bare feet plodding over to the gaming system to hit the power button.&nbsp; He was through with playing that game for now.<br><br>The boy walked out of his room, his t-shirt and denim clad body moving down the upstairs hallway and then down the stairs of the very large house.&nbsp; His parents were pretty well off which is how they were able to have such a nice house; 5 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms with his room being the one at the end of the hallway.<br><br>He made his way to the large kitchen downstairs to find his mother preparing lunch for themselves as well as his sister and her new fiancee when they were to arrive.&nbsp; "Matthew, honey, can you please take out the garbage?"&nbsp; His mother asked in a calm voice.&nbsp; The boy nodded "Sure, mom", stealing a pickle spear from a tray she was preparing and taking a large chomp off of it.&nbsp; Matthew shoved the rest of the brined veggie into his mouth before tying up the trash and carrying it to the back door.<br><br>He walked through the large garage which was open then out onto the equally large driveway where the trashcan was kept.&nbsp; Lifting the lid of the green plastic container, he threw the bag inside and closed the foul smelling waste container back again.&nbsp; As he turned to go back inside, he spotted a car approaching their cul-de-sac slowly before turning to apparently pull into their driveway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sworn to Secrecy (Ryven &amp; James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>12-12-2008, 01:53:14</strong>
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				[ Sorry for the delay, hope you like it. &lt;3 ]<br><br>Mark listened intently to his fiancé’s directions, nodding slowly as he took a left to pull up on the driveway of quite an impressive villa. His dark hazel eyes took in the front of the building, and a content smile spread across his lips. He spotted Matthew, and recognized him by assumption as Sarah’s little brother. She confirmed his suspicions. “That’s Matthew, God he’s grown.” she said with a voice of genuine happiness, practically jumping out of the car to greet her little brother in an instant hug. She was a beautiful woman; long, full blonde hair, green eyes. A slim, waspish waist and a good sized bosom. Mark stepped out of the car and waited for Sarah to finish her appraisal of her little brother – a year’s absence justified quite a greeting – before extending an arm in greeting at the kid. “I’m Mark, Sarah’s fiancé.”<br><br>He subtly allowed his eyes to take the boy in, finding he had a natural attraction to him – one that he knew that he was going to be forced to suppress, but he wasn’t one to avoid playing with fantasies. Mark wasn’t exactly exclusive in his sexual appetite; so long as his opponent was submissive and he could push them down, he was happy. He’d been with another man once, a very long time ago. The thought of taking a younger boy thrilled him faintly, but he pushed the alluring images out of his mind, telling himself that it wouldn’t happen. His smile was genuine and polite.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sworn to Secrecy (Ryven &amp; James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>12-12-2008, 02:14:54</strong>
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				[Quite alright.]<br><br>The car pulled up the large expanse of concrete to stop a few feet from Matthew.&nbsp; His sister immediately stepped from the passenger side of the car to run around the front of it and embrace him in a warm hug.&nbsp; The boy returned the embrace, hugging his sister happily.&nbsp; "You're finally back!"&nbsp; He smiled up at her from his shorter height of 5' 6."&nbsp; The teen was short compared to others his age, but that was an inherited trait.&nbsp; His sister was only three or so inches taller than him, and that was mostly because of age.<br><br>Matthew looked over and up at the much taller man with her, clearly over the 6 foot mark.&nbsp; "H-hi.&nbsp; Nice to meet you.&nbsp; I'm Matthew."&nbsp; He'd never been very good with greetings.&nbsp; The teen extended his hand to shake the man's hand, receiving a firm grip and hearty shake from him.&nbsp; <br><br>As Mark took in Matthew's form, he would notice some family similarities.&nbsp; His hair hung down being moderately short and was also blond, though slightly darker than his sisters, and his eyes were a deep pine green.&nbsp; He wasn't very muscular, nor was he waifish thin either.&nbsp; The faded jeans he was wearing were riding slightly low on his hips, but that was because he forwent wearing a belt; it was the weekend after all.&nbsp; The boy's shirt was a deep maroon with the name of some not very well known band on the front in yellowish lettering.<br><br>Matthew gave a shy smile up to the man, taking his hand back and shoving it into a pocket.&nbsp; "C'mon.&nbsp; Mom's inside making food for all of us."&nbsp; He ran away from them back into the garage with the energy and eagerness expected from teenage boys who were happy to see their siblings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sworn to Secrecy (Ryven &amp; James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>12-12-2008, 04:01:56</strong>
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				Mark was – in bright contrast to the two – a rather tall man. He was well-built and muscular, a large frame that justified and balanced his height. He had short, dark hair; almost black. He enjoyed the teenager’s newfound and temporary insecurity, it made him all the more attractive. The man decided that he wouldn’t consider the boy anymore; it wasn’t appropriate at all, irregardless of whether or not he was actually going to touch him. <br><br>Mark continued his genuine, polite smile and gave the two of them a loose nod at the invitation to eat; they were both starving after a long drive from the airport. He gave his fiancé a subtle grab at her rump when no one was looking, and she momentarily looked back at him with a teasing smile.<br><br>He stepped inside to find a warm, wholesome home waiting for him. It was a nice neighborhood, too. As the mother approached them with a flustered smile and compliment after compliment about how beautiful Sarah was, she turned to Mark with an expecting, but somewhat relaxed expression. “Welcome to the family, I’m Lara.” she said with a warm, welcoming voice. Mark smiled at her, and nodded, knowing they’d get to know each other better along the way (in a completely harmless manner). They all took a seat around the table that was already set and ready for them. He sat down next to Sarah, and on the other side of the table was Matthew.<br><br>The conversation started flowing; ranging from wedding plans to where they’d met, how they’d fell in love. More than an hour passed, and Mark shifted his weight in the chair to assume a more relaxing posture, his left foot browsing against one of Matthew’s feet in the process. He looked over at the boy and gave him a completely innocent wink; knowing that the move hadn’t been intended, but it was just as much fun to play just a little.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sworn to Secrecy (Ryven &amp; James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>12-12-2008, 05:56:45</strong>
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				Matthew carried on in the conversation just as everyone else did, his light teenage voice in contrast to Mark's deeper one.&nbsp; He stole glances at the newcomer throughout the meal, not in a sexual manner but rather in a curious fashion.&nbsp; There was something about him that sort of intrigued the teen.&nbsp; He had an air of confidence and power to him which he found strikingly different from himself.&nbsp; It wasn't that Matthew was not confident, it was that the boy had always been more passive.<br><br>Later during the meal, the boy felt the slight touch of a large Nike shoe brush against his bare foot. He pulled his foot away quickly, looking up just in time to catch the wink from his future brother-in-law.&nbsp; Matthew looked down at his plate, his cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink.&nbsp; He looked back up at Mark, giving another of his shy smiles.&nbsp; The man had just been playing with him, and it made him smile on the inside.&nbsp; The boy got up and began clearing the table while the rest of them were still talking.<br><br>Matthew brought the first few dishes and utensils to the sink before coming back and clearing the other side of the table.&nbsp; As he leaned in to take Mark's plate, he could smell the clean scent of his cologne which was not unpleasant to the boy.&nbsp; He then moved around the larger man to pick up his sister's dishes and finish clearing the table.<br><br>"Oh, thank you, Matthew.&nbsp; He's such a good boy."&nbsp; His mother said, the second comment directed toward Mark and Sarah.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sworn to Secrecy (Ryven &amp; James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>12-12-2008, 22:52:25</strong>
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				Mark was all but oblivious to Matthew’s curiosity; he had seen the boy blush, and the sight of the flustered teenager had been faintly enticing. He pondered continuing the little game he’d just started, but told himself that it was important to stop now. The burly man took up a lot of space, and more often than not, he was the one leading the conversations that occurred around the table. He was intelligent and witty, and spoke without a flaw; there wasn’t even a twang of righteousness, you’d be hard pressed not to simply – like – the man. <br><br>Mark looked at Matthew with friendly eyes; only a subtle notion of something else lingering beneath the surface of those dark, deep eyes as he looked at the teenager. Mark leaned back in his chair as Matthew came to take his plate, but he couldn’t resist taking in the facial features of the boy when he was so close. He knew Matthew would see it, and he didn’t mind. Mark nodded intently at Lara’s words; yes, he was apparently a good boy. <br>“… surely he’s got a girlfriend, too?” the man asked with an innocent tone – it was one of those typical questions. <br><br>He smiled politely at the boy, wanting to take in his response. Perhaps he didn’t like girls at all? Mark wasn’t quick to judge, he really had no clue yet. It would certainly prove an interesting circumstance if the boy wasn’t attracted to women; but to men. He didn’t expect it, though, as he suspected Sarah would have said something about it – but maybe she didn’t know?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sworn to Secrecy (Ryven &amp; James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-12-2008, 00:54:54</strong>
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				The boy tried not to notice the subtle action Mark made though it did no good.&nbsp; A quick glance down to the man's large expanse of a chest which was covered by the tight cotton prison that was his shirt revealed hard, thick muscle, a stark contrast to Matthew's softly toned body.&nbsp; He made his way back over to the sink with the last batch of dishes cleared, setting them down in the metal basin to then open the dishwasher near the sink and begin putting the used plates and cups within it.<br><br>When the comment was made, it was lucky for the teen that his back was turned because his face blushed a deeper pink.&nbsp; He didn't turn around either, feigning as if he'd not heard them.&nbsp; It was not clear, at least to the others, what Matthew's sexual preference was since he'd never had a girlfriend...or a boyfriend.&nbsp; His sister had an idea though.&nbsp; She'd walked into his room one evening a year or two back before she had left, and when she walked over to his desk to find the airline itinerary he'd printed out for her, she moved the mouse to get the computer out of power save mode so she could check her email real quick.&nbsp; The picture left on the screen made her snicker and shake her head.&nbsp; It was not much; just a large muscular shirtless man, wearing jeans which were unzipped and showing just a hint of his pubic hair.&nbsp; It was enough to make her more than suspicious, not that she had a problem with it.<br><br>"Oh, he's just too busy for that.&nbsp; He is doing so well in school, aren't you honey?"&nbsp; Lara did not know either way, thinking that he'd come to it in his own time, so she deluded herself into thinking he was a late bloomer.<br><br>"Yeah, mom."&nbsp; Matthew threw over his shoulder as he finished putting the last of the dishes into the machine and closing it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sworn to Secrecy (Ryven &amp; James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 20:06:35</strong>
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				Mark was unable to prevent a momentary smirk from playing across his lips. Matthew had been reluctant to answer the question, and Mark was almost sure the boy wasn’t turning to face them because his cheeks had lit up. The built man was surprised that he had not remembered his fiancé’s words earlier, that one time when she had mentioned the surprise she had found on her young brother’s computer. His smirk widened at the newfound prospects, but he suppressed it. There was no doubt about the fact that there was a growing tension between the two men. Rather, the man and the boy. It was intense, but still very subtle. Mark had swept his dark, deep eyes across Matthew’s figure more than a few times, and once he had even made sure the boy saw it. <br><br>The discussion continued and touched on several trivialities; the wedding plans, where they’d been, what they had done. Lara was thrilled to hear Sarah break out the surprise that she was going to have her wedding here, in her home town. She’d already spoken to all of her old friends in advance, and a handful of them would get together tomorrow for an orientation meeting where they’d discuss some intimate plans. Mark was very content with being left out of the process, knowing that he was still very much in charge in every way that mattered, and that he was going to remind her of that later during the evening. <br><br>They decided that, because Sarah wasn’t very tired due to the trip, she would take her mother out to do some light shopping, or whatever she referred to it as. Mark didn’t really mind being left alone in the house with Matthew for a while; he knew he’d continue the subtle little game he’d started just to find out some more about the boy. <br><br>Sarah and Lara left the building, leaving Matthew with the instruction to bring the bags up to Sarah’s old room. The door closed shut, and for a moment there was an eerie silence, Mark’s eyes locked on the teenager, feeling almost like Matthew was being tied down beneath the feet of a hungry wolf and presented as a gift. His lips suddenly broke into a friendly smile. “Let’s see if we can’t get this up there, yeah?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sworn to Secrecy (Ryven &amp; James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 22:01:09</strong>
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				The boy's cheeks were indeed burning slightly which is why he kept his back to the group as he found something to occupy himself by the sink.&nbsp; He settled on washing the counter top which may or may not have needed it, but it was spotless by the time he was done.&nbsp; Matthew felt those eyes upon him, as if he was some specimen trapped under the gaze of a microscope except it was Mark who was studying him and his body.<br><br>Once his cheeks were not so hot, Matthew returned to the table with a glass of water for himself, his small form traveling the short distance across the tile floor which created the slightest sound of bare feet as he walked.&nbsp; His interest waned quickly in the conversation, only hearing snippets of wedding plans and other things that the teen paid no mind to, but still, Mark was the center of his attention, even if he tried to hide it.&nbsp; A slight look of vermilion eyes crept up to peek out just under his brow to take in Mark's generous form.&nbsp; He was reminiscent of the men he frequently perused online late in the evening, muscular, handsome, with a hidden dominance about them.<br><br>The boy was brought forth from his reverie when his sister and mother stood from the table.&nbsp; Apparently, they were leaving on errands and wouldn't be back for an indefinite period of time which meant sometime before midnight usually.&nbsp; His father was also going with them since there were some stores at the mall he would also like to visit which meant he'd be left in the house with his future brother-in-law.&nbsp; It scared the hell out of him, but he'd try to avoid any awkward situations by hiding in his room for the remainder of the evening.&nbsp; <br><br>The three of them were ready and out the door in minutes because his sister was apparently giddy about shopping for wedding items and such.&nbsp; Matthew's mother was just exiting the house when she paused, looking over at the two males who were still seated.<br><br>"Be good for Mark, dear...oh, and could you bring the bags up to Sarah's old room.&nbsp; Thanks.&nbsp; Bye, you two."&nbsp; And with that, she left.<br><br>Matthew didn't like this.&nbsp; The silence between them was thick like fog, but Mark seemed to pierce right through it with a commanding gaze of his dark eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"S-sure thing."&nbsp; Matthew stood from the table, walking into the carpeted living room to pick up a couple of suitcases.&nbsp; Mark was behind him in a flash, and the boy hadn't even seen or heard him leave the table.&nbsp; His strong arms flexed as they picked up the remainder of the luggage.&nbsp; The two began their ascent toward the second floor, Matthew just in front of Mark who had an astounding view of the boy's rear.&nbsp; The man lingered behind a step or two which brought his face and Matthew's bottom, which filled out the rear of his jeans quite nicely, to the same level.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sworn to Secrecy (Ryven &amp; James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 02:13:11</strong>
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				Mark indulged in the opportunity presented by having a rather eloquent view of Matthew’s firm rump. He figured he was at least free to imagine what fun he could have with the little gosling, whether or not the softly toned teenager would respond with willful submission to his strong hands remained an intriguing matter. Mark had already been able to establish that Matthew was somewhat… ‘fascinated’ by men of his appearance, men of his stamina and determined, ruling expression. His strong arms carried the heavy luggage with ease, and when they reached Sarah’s room he planted the bags on a bed that was relatively small in comparison to what they had back ‘home’. <br><br>He imagined they’d have to sleep very close together, but he was sure none of them would object. Mark suspected that Matthew had at least half a mind to retreat to his room as almost any teenager would, but the burly man was intent on not allowing that to happen all too easily. He idly paced over to lean against the threshold, pretty much blocking any and all escape routes. Mark locked his eyes on the young boy, a friendly smile still playing across his lips. “So, Matthew… what do you like to do on you spare time?” he asked with a genuinely curious voice, actually eager to get to know his new ‘brother-in-law’ simply because they’re about to become family.&nbsp; <br><br>He was willing to bet his pants that the boy played a lot of video games, and that’d be a sure way to get closer to the kid. Mark played a lot of it during his youth, and he knew it was an easy way to start bonding. He did want the kid to feel at ease in his presence, after all. <br><br>“Do you play any games?” he said right after asking his first question, partly wishing that he was allowed to make it obvious that video games weren’t the only thing he was interested in playing with the kid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sworn to Secrecy (Ryven &amp; James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 02:40:07</strong>
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				As Matthew turned around, after setting the two suitcases near the small bed, he came to a harsh reality.&nbsp; His plan wouldn't work.&nbsp; The only escape route was through that door, but he'd been cut off by Mark's bulky frame which he'd been trying not to stare at all afternoon.&nbsp; He tried not to show the defeat on his face which it didn't, but his voice held enough of an undertone to make Mark aware that he'd foiled his plan.&nbsp; So, here they were, a young teenage boy, alone with the epitome of what he finds attractive, cornered like some small animal.<br><br>"I play some games..."&nbsp; Perhaps it would not be so bad.&nbsp; They started by talking about something Matthew was interested in, so it loosened the tension a bit.&nbsp; "I have an X-box in my room.&nbsp; I was playing Halo 3 when you guys got here."&nbsp; It was one of his favorites, but playing on the hardest difficulty setting had proved hard.<br><br>He hoped that Mark would tire of his position or their conversation and move soon, but his hopes never came to fruition.&nbsp; Instead, the boy was left standing in his sister's old room with her fiance who was eerily interested in what games he played.&nbsp; "I...I also play soccer some though its no the season for it right now."&nbsp; During the school year, Matthew played soccer in high school though he wasn't the typical jock type which Mark surely picked up on.&nbsp; The boy hardly worked out, gaining much of his slight build from heredity and diet.
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