All Love's Luxuries

        by Armida (armida19@hotmail.com)

        Rating: NC-17 for m/m interaction

        Fandom: Shanghai Noon, Chon Wang/Roy O'Bannon

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        Archive: Yes.

        Summary: For sockii's long ago challenge, which read: This one's for everyone who's seen the DVD and the deleted scenes. Write a follow-up to the "It's only money" scene, where Chon conducts a strip-search to see if Roy's hiding any more gold on him, besides up his sleeve. You can let your imagination go from there :-)

        Warnings: None

        Disclaimer: All things Shanghai Noon belong to Spyglass Entertainment and Touchstone Pictures. This is for entertainment purposes only and no infringement is intended.

        Notes: This is completely unrelated to any of the "Following" universe. About halfway through the scene from the DVD, I once again took some poetic license with the dialogue and action. Also, as usual this was supposed to be pure sex, but some schmoop managed to creep in there somehow.



        "That's the last of it," Roy said, handing the remaining three coins from the chest to Chon. Chon in turn gave them to the last of the railroad workers who had been waiting patiently. He bowed gratefully at the two men, and Roy returned his bow distractedly. He sat silently, thoughtfully, until his silence attracted Chon's notice.

        "Come on, look at how happy they are!" Chon said, patting Roy's shoulder, consoling him over the loss of the gold.

        "Yeah, it's beautiful." Roy found that he didn't have to feign the petulance in his voice. "You know, when I said 'divide the money,' I meant between you and me, not half the population of Peking," he complained, hoping that he wasn't overdoing it.

        "It's only money. We have a friendship," Chon replied, holding out his hand.

        "You're right," Roy said, clasping Chon's hand and shaking it. A distinct clinking noise was clearly audible from his sleeve. Chon raised his eyebrows. //Here we go,// Roy thought. "Take your hand off my arm, please."

        "No."

        Roy smiled widely at him, not bothering to conceal or explain the gold coins that Chon shook out of Roy's sleeve. He hadn't really expected to get away with the extra coins. His thoughts had only been of Chon's reaction. Roy wanted to provoke him, to see that spark of anger in his eyes, that hint of danger. They'd been circling around each other for days now, testing the waters, and Roy could wait no longer. He wanted Chon, wanted all of him -- his anger, his passion, his gentleness, his love. He wanted all those things from Chon, and yet so much more, and he meant to have him.

        "Let me have one, for good luck," Roy wheedled. "Come on, have a heart."

        Chon relented, pressing a coin into Roy's palm. His eyes blazed into Roy's. "How do I know that you don't have more?

        "What? Oh come on, partner. Don't you trust me?" Roy smirked at him. A challenge had been issued.

        Chon did not answer, but regarded Roy silently. An almost wicked gleam flashed in his eyes, something that called out to Roy and stirred a pulse deep within him.

        At length, Chon spoke. "Come." He rose, taking hold of Roy's arm firmly and none too gently. Roy allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. Chon released Roy's arm, his hand sliding slowly down until his fingertips just brushed Roy's wrist and palm before falling away. Roy tried unsuccessfully to suppress a shiver, hoping Chon hadn't noticed.

        He had, and Roy could see the flicker triumph in his eyes, the heat in his gaze. Yes, they understood each other very well.

        "Let's go," Roy managed to say, the sudden dryness in his throat making speech almost impossible. Chon smiled slightly before exiting the tent. Roy followed, almost stumbling in his eagerness.

        They walked side by side through the railroad camp, their shoulders brushing occasionally. Roy mechanically nodded and smiled to those who called out greetings as they passed. He wasn't sure where they were going, but he knew with absolute certainty what would happen when they got there. He was surprised that everyone around them couldn't see the sparks flying between the two of them, that the heat they shared hadn't set the camp ablaze. The awareness that had been building between them since they first met had reached a fever pitch, and Roy could no longer function normally as he was consumed by longing for Chon. He had imagined it so many times, how Chon would feel, how he would taste, the sounds he would make as Roy touched him. Imagining it was no longer enough.

        Roy was stiff and tight, full and achingly aroused by Chon's mere proximity. Soon, his waiting would be over.

        As they walked, they chatted about inconsequential things -- the clothes they were wearing, the restaurant the three former imperial guards were going to open. Roy felt if there were two of him: the outward shell of Roy O'Bannon, prattling aimlessly, and the inner, molten core of him burning helplessly for Chon's touch.

        When they reached the edge of the encampment, Roy realized where Chon was taking him -- Lo Fong's boxcar. The now-abandoned structure still retained a slightly sinister air. Chon unlocked the door and vanished into the murky interior. Hesitating for only a moment, Roy followed him up the stairs inside.

        The air inside the boxcar was heavy with the scent of sandalwood and opium. The dense, multicolored windowpanes filtered out most of the daylight and effectively obscured any glimpse of the outside world. Roy stepped into the center of the room. Behind him, Chon closed the door and slid the bolt home. In the unnatural stillness, the sound was abnormally loud and Roy started nervously.

        Roy looked around, taking in his surroundings. The room was lavish in its decadence. Behind an ornately carved wooden screen, Roy could see the far side of the boxcar was taken entirely by a large bed covered in satin pillows and framed by gauzy curtains. For this moment, nothing existed for Roy except for this bizarre, sensual place; this inscrutable, exciting man; the promise of what was to come. Suddenly, close to his ear, Chon spoke.

        "So, you would steal from my countrymen," Chon intoned.

        Lightly, Roy replied. "I wouldn't call it 'stealing,' exactly. Hey, I put my life on the line to get your princess back, I just figured I earned a share of the reward."

        "How much did you take?" Chon circled to face Roy, stern and unsmiling. He stepped closer, into Roy's space.

        "Just what you found. That's all."

        "I do not believe you."

        "That's your problem." Roy folded his arms and smiled insolently at him.

        "I shall have to check you." Chon advanced on him again, almost menacingly this time. A shiver of fear and desire lanced through Roy..

        "What?" His bravado disappearing, Roy took another step back, colliding with a small table. His head brushed a heavily ornamented lamp, filling the small space with a discordant jangling. This was a different Chon than the one Roy knew -- commanding, powerful, intimidating. This was a man that Roy had only glimpsed briefly, tantalizingly. Roy continued his retreat until his back was against the far wall of the room, pressing against the stained glass of the window.

        Chon raised his hands and Roy almost flinched. Chon's hands came to rest on either side of Roy's head, his fingers combing through Roy's hair, searching, probing.

        "Chon, what . . . what are you doing?"

        "Quiet," Chon commanded. Roy closed his mouth. "You would steal, so you have no right to speak. I am going to search for the rest of the gold."

        Chon's hands felt wonderful, his fingertips lightly massaging Roy's scalp as he feathered through his hair. His hands were everywhere, now behind Roy's ear, now behind his neck. Chon was standing so close, Roy could feel his breath warm on his face. His nearness was overwhelming to Roy's senses, his touch was pure magic. Roy reached for Chon, pulling him hard against his body, his mouth seeking Chon's. Abruptly, Chon pushed away. His hands gripped Roy's shoulders, holding him at arm's length.

        "No. Be still. You will not move or speak, unless by my command."

        Roy nodded silently, Chon's words inflaming him beyond all measure. He trusted Chon completely, with his life if necessary, and knew in his heart he had nothing to fear from him. Being under the control of another man was new to Roy, but it was a sensation he found desperately exciting because it was Chon. He relaxed his arms at his sides and anxiously awaited Chon's next move.



        Chon stepped forward again, grasping the lapels of Roy's coat. He ran his hands over the material, then into all the pockets, turning them inside out. Roy's breath was coming in short, harsh gasps and he had to bite his lip to stop from begging Chon to touch him.

        Slowly, Chon slid the coat off of Roy's shoulders, where it fell to the floor and he kicked it away. He repeated the process with Roy's vest, his eyes never leaving Roy's as he searched him. //I love you// Roy wanted to say. He wanted Chon to kiss him, to touch his skin. Chon's impersonal, almost clinical touch was maddening. Roy had never been a patient man. Such prolonged, sharply focused desire was sweet torture to him.

        At last, Chon reached for the top button of Roy's shirt. His knuckles brushed Roy's throat, and at the touch of Chon's hand Roy gave a strangled gasp. Chon's movements stilled and his dark eyes were reproachful. "I will not tell you again. Be silent." Chon's voice was silk laced with steel. Roy closed his eyes and swallowed painfully before nodding again. Chon resumed unbuttoning Roy's shirt, every brush of his fingers against Roy's skin sending a jolt of electricity through Roy's body. As Roy's shirt joined his jacket and vest on the floor, he held his breath in anticipation of Chon's hands on his bare skin.

        "Raise your arms," Chon ordered. Roy complied. Chon smoothed his palms over Roy's sides, sliding up his ribcage, under his arms. His hands were strong and unyielding as they traveled over Roy's chest, stroking his thumbs lightly over Roy's nipples, just enough to torment. Sweat beaded on Roy's forehead. Chon's hands moved to Roy's shoulders, stroking, pushing his arms back down.

        "Turn around." Roy faced the wall, feeling Chon's hands explore his back. Roy leaned forward, resting his head against the wall, trying to focus, to concentrate on his breathing. He desperately tried to subdue the relentless tide of desire that swept him away from himself and left him this weak, wanting creature. Never before had he been taken over by such dark sensuality. The frustration of not being able to touch Chon was agonizing. He clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms cording with tension.

        Chon leaned forward, pressing the length of his body against Roy's back. Chon's breath was warm in his ear. "Very good. But I am not done yet. Put your hands against the wall, and spread your legs." Roy obeyed instantly. Chon leaned down, untying the straps of Roy's gun belt. The touch of Chon's strong fingers against Roy's denim-clad thighs almost sent him over the edge. He was impossibly hard, his cock swelling painfully, begging for attention. Roy tried to think of unpleasant things -- his gang leaving him to die in the desert, Van Cleef's evil grin as he prepared to hang them -- anything to get himself back under control. Then Chon was unbuckling his gun belt and laying it aside on the table he'd almost overturned earlier. As Roy waited for his return he took deep breaths to clear his head but the cloying, musky air of the boxcar only served to increase his dizziness.

        Roy started as he felt Chon's hands on him again, searching the pockets of his pants, brushing dangerously close to his erection. He could feel the cold sweat trickle down his back as Chon knelt beside him. "Lift your foot." From under his half-closed eyelids, he watched mesmerized as Chon pulled off first one boot then the other, searching inside. Roy's socks were next, and the touch of Chon's hands on his bare feet was almost unbearably erotic.

        Chon stood, and Roy could feel the heat of his body close to him. //Please touch me!// Roy wanted to scream. He wanted to beg, to plead for Chon's hands on him, yet he remained still and silent. At last, at last Chon reached around him, to the buttons of his jeans. One by one, he released the buttons, skimming Roy's pants down over his hips and over his legs until Roy stepped out of him. His underclothes followed. Roy's rock hard cock stood out from his body, full and heavy, craving Chon's touch. After a seemingly endless wait, Roy felt Chon's hands down his back, stroking his thighs, his buttocks, the crease of his ass; he felt them moving inch by incremental inch, moving down to cup him. Chon's hands stroked him firmly and impersonally, his thumb spreading the fluid leaking from the tip of his cock as Roy arched into his touch. Once again, Chon's hands stopped. Despite himself, Roy whimpered.

        "Silence!" Roy hung his head, his hands pressing against the wall, his heart thundering. Fire swept through his veins. "You will obey me?" Roy nodded helplessly; he would have agreed to anything just then.

        "Good. Arms down." Roy let his arms drop to his sides. "Turn." Roy turned to face Chon, whose eyes searched his face. "Shall I stop?" This time, Chon's voice gentled and might have held a hint of compassion.

        "N--no," Roy rasped.

        "Then come." Chon motioned towards the bed at the far side of the room. Roy followed him, feeling disconcerted and vulnerable in his nakedness, as Chon remained fully clothed.

        "Lie on the bed. Face down." Awkwardly, Roy climbed onto the bed, pushing aside the satin pillows, stretching out on the cool, slick sheets. The friction was delicious torture on his agonizingly sensitive cock, and he moved his hips helplessly against the material. Chon's hand came down sharply on Roy's buttocks. "Be still!" he commanded.

        Chon left him once again. Roy hesitantly raised his head to watch him. Chon reached into a lacquered box near the bed, removing a small vial. He returned to Roy, the mattress sagging as he joined him on the bed. Straddling Roy, Chon poured some of the liquid into his hands, warming it, before rubbing it onto Roy's back. His hands were strong and purposeful as he massaged the fragrant oil into Roy's back, his thighs, his ass. Chon parted his buttocks, his hands stroking ever closer to Roy's opening. When one of Chon's fingers slipped inside, Roy's fists clenched handfuls of the satin sheets and he stifled a groan into the pillow. A second finger followed, stroking and probing, until he found the sensitive gland inside. Chon's fingers rubbed firmly, sending white-hot jolts of pleasure throughout Roy's tormented body. Then the clever fingers left him and Roy almost cried out in frustration. Distantly, he could hear Chon unbuckling his belt and adjusting his clothing. Straddling him again, Chon leaned close to Roy's ear.

        "Roy?" This time it was his Chon's voice, the voice of the man Roy loved instead of the dangerous, enigmatic stranger. Roy understood the question in that one word and his heart sang with joy as he replied.

        "Yes, Chon. Yes. Yes, please." The game was over. This was Roy and Chon, and the moment was here for them at last.

        Roy heard Chon move forward on the bed, he felt Chon grasp him around his hips and lift him, and then he felt Chon's hardness probing him. Feeling that hard-ridged tip of him was so delicious as Chon nudged and pushed against him.

        Roy moved his hips invitingly, adjusting his body to ease Chon's entrance. //It's been so long// Roy thought, and he sucked in his breath sharply against the initial pain. He felt Chon push inch by inch, deeper within him, until Roy relaxed and opened himself fully. Roy could feel Chon's strong, lean hips against his ass as he finally filled him completely.

        Chon didn't move at first, letting Roy adjust to him for a moment, until Roy began to push back against him. He heard Chon groan, the first time he'd let his control slip, and Roy smiled against the satin pillow. He loved the sensation of Chon filling him, he reveled in the pleasure that they now shared.

        Roy could feel Chon grasping his hips and pressing himself still more deeply inside, and then he began to thrust his hips forward, the sensations overwhelming him.

        "I want you," Roy breathed. He surged up to meet Chon's next thrust. He felt the full, hard length of Chon, possessing him, angling his strokes to brush against the most sensitive inner core of him. Again and again, the hard, hot pumping sensation overwhelmed him, Roy opening to him without conscious thought, moving instinctively to match Chon's rhythm until finally, he surrendered himself to the sensations. The power of his climax made Roy cry out and arch up. With one fierce lunge, he felt Chon follow him into ecstasy. Chon slowly fell forward and rested against Roy's back, breathing harshly.

        Time seem drift for the endless moment as they both came back to themselves. Chon withdrew from Roy, rolling him over to face him. Roy looked up at Chon, whose dark eyes were tender, his hair falling forward over his face.

        "See?" Roy gasped breathlessly, laughing with exhausted pleasure and love. "I told you I didn't have any of your gold."

        Chon smiled, one of his beautiful, open smiles stealing across his face. His fingers lovingly stroked the damp hair out of Roy's eyes. "I'm not so sure," Chon replied. "Maybe I should check again?"

        A helpless burst of laughter escaped Roy's lips. "Come here, you." Grasping Chon firmly around the neck, Roy pulled him forward and kissed him at last, deeply, endlessly.

        "I love you," Chon whispered against Roy's lips.

        "I know," Roy replied. "I know."

        (End)

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