Private Lives-Chapter Two
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saitainaHere's the second chapter of Private Lives (which for some reason in the first chapter was called "Public Lives", my original fiction--
Title: Private Lives
Rating for this chapter: R-low NC-17
Warnings: There are some serious issues in this chapter. It will be more cleared up at the begining of the next chapter but I have to warn you here
Note: Please remember this chapter takes place in L.A. on a movie set. Meaning there ARE referance to celeberties. Brownie points for any who correctly guess both actors. I would also like to give worship to Thesaurus.com which helped come up with Aleksei's email address (also brownie points to anyone who can guess the correct words that made up the address)
The studio was hot, well, not hot exactly, more like hotter then the ninth level of hell, provided the ninth level of hell was on fire and about two inches from the sun.
Apparently Studio Nine's air conditioning had gone out during the night and the repair company was balking at coming out, even though the studio had offered them big bucks to get off their collective asses and fix it. Hell even Saida had called and all but offered them half the film's working budget to get out there, but no luck.
Which left Sadia with a hot studio, a sweating cast, melting props and the urge to fling herself into a the pacific and never come out again, except for the fact the pacific wasn't feeling much better.
Sadia was currently curled up her in chair, fanning herself with the script, stripped down to her bra and a pair of Draco's boxer shorts, not caring about proper office wear. Hell most of her crew had stripped down. This was California, the land of the tanned and beautiful, and frankly it didn't matter what you looked like half naked, so long as you got some kind of relief. Though it was a bit shudder worthy to watch the topless cameraman walk around with powdered sugar on his stomach from his donut.
"Can we turn off the wind fans?" Sadia called and half the cast groaned, but the giant fans that were used for wind special effects were turned off. Looking around for two blond heads, Sadia called for places. She watched as the cast took their places, rubbing her neck. The clipboard was snapped and the scene started. Sadia tuned it out, knowing her assistant director would catch anything important.
The day had been long and it didn't seem to be ending any time soon. Between prop confusion, line screw ups and a giggle fit by the stately queen they were five scenes behind schedule.
"CUT!" The assistant director yelled and Sadia looked up, wondering what had gone wrong now. She found her awnser when she found her son missing from the scene. Instead there was a pile of curtains and tapestries that seemed to have become dislodged from their position on the wall and were now doing their level best to suffocate the boy.
Sadia hit her head with the script repeatedly as they extracted Draco from the mess of robes and growled. "That's it! I'm done!"
Several eyebrows were raised as the temperamental director threw her script across the room in a huff, an aide running after it like a good little lap dog. After a moment, a few deep breaths and a few murmured curses in French, Sadia took her seat again and thanked the aide for returning her scrip. "Let's move on and work on this mess tomorrow. Shove that crap in the corner, that wall won't be shown in the next scene. Tom, Draco, and Amy, the rest can clear out to your trailers."
The cast minus three eagerly scattered for their air-conditioned trailers, griping about the weight of their costumes and wigs.
The remaining three shifted, tugging at collars and trying to fan themselves. They were about to get a lot hotter and none relished the idea. "Tom, strip down, Draco as well. Amy, leave the dress but undo the bodice a bit."
The cast did as requested and then climbed into the large bed. Well, Tom and Draco climbed in, Amy perched on the foot, leaning against a bed post. She un-tied her long black braid, letting it slowly unravel, turning into waves that flowed over her shoulders, just barley hiding the top of her corset that peeked out of her dress.
Tom reclined amongst the mounds of red pillows, his pale skin shining brightly as he lounged regally, a young king ready for seduction. The tight leather leggings he wore did nothing but aid in the image and Sadia had to smirk. Pictures of that image would be passed around the internet for years, causing any number of girls (and boys) to go into spasms of glee. She mentally tried to figure out a way to use it to promote the movie without going too far. She would rather people attended the movie for the story line, not the fact that it's star looked sexy in a bed dressed in nothing but 'leather tights' (as Draco had called them in disgust)...although it wouldn't hurt to bring in some teenage girls. .
Draco curled slightly against Tom, one of his legs wrapped around Tom's thigh, his hand resting comfortably against the other boy's abdomen. His head was turned slightly towards the other, though it still remained clear he was including Amy in the conversation. Tom wrapped an arm under the boy, as if to pull him closer, his feet resting in Amy's lap. Amy ran her hands lovingly over Tom's feet, stilling for a moment on his ankle. All three froze, Amy's mouth partially open as if frozen mid sentence. This was to be a continuation from an earlier take, and all three were very good at remembering exact poses.
"ACTION!" The A.D. yelled and the scene started to unfold, a king, his sister, and young lover resting, talking about a war that was coming. As they spoke, Draco moved closer to Tom, his head resting on the other's shoulder. Amy, in turn had intertwined her legs with Draco and Tom. Three bodies, but the image was that of one soul.
Three friends that were closer then anything. It was the sort of relationship that knew no boundaries. Sex, background, upbringing, temperament, talents, knowledge, none of it mattered when it came to the love the three portrayed. It was the kind of thing everyone hopped for in a friendship, but few rarely got to experience. It was perfect and Sadia could have wept. Not only was it beautiful, but something had finally gone right.
"I don't know why I'm being party to this, Arthur. It would mean treason if the queen walked in right now." Amy said, her hand rubbing over Tom's calf, up to his toes.
"Because you love me." Tom said cheekily, and pouted as Amy slapped his foot.
"Be serious, Arthur. Love is all well and grand but it doesn't exactly beget you an heir when your lover is a knight."
"I have an heir," Tom said, not looking at Amy. "And he's currently trying to kill me. I don't have an urge to try that a second time."
Amy sighed and untangled herself from the two men, standing, resting a hand on the bed post, looking at her feet for a moment. She raised her head slowly and crystal tears shined in her eyes. "I just want you to be happy, brother mine. If this is it, so be it." She leaned over and kissed Tom's lips softly, then Draco's before turning and leaving through the door.
The two men stared after her for a moment before Draco reached up and turned Tom's head, their lips meeting in a soft, loving kiss. Slowly the kiss was deepened, hands slighting over sweat slick skin, bodies moving even closer together.
Sadia watched as Tom rolled Draco more onto his back, moving his body over the blond's. She licked her suddenly dry lips as mouths opened more to the other, shifting slightly as Tom's mouth left Draco's and moved down his jaw and neck. Draco moaned, arching against Tom, his reddened lips parting in a gasp as Tom bit down, pressing the boy down against the bed with his hips.
As Tom's lips went back to Draco's, he clasped their hands together, raising them above Draco's head, holding him bound as their kisses grew even more hungry and headed, bodies pressing together, rubbing against the other, eager for friction, for release.
A small whimpered gasp escaped Sadia and she stood suddenly, knocking her chair back. She fled the for the studio's ladies room as her A.D. called for a cut to the action.
Heart racing, chest heaving, body trembling, Sadia gripped the cool porcelain sink, head bowed as she tried to calm herself. She raised her head, staring into wide, terrified eyes. She gripped the sink tighter as she looked at her reflection, as if it could tell her all the secrets of the world. She shook her head and turned on the cold tap, cupping shaking hands under the flow of water, splashing it several times over her face, trying to clear away the images her mind eagerly provided her with. With an almost silent, whimpered cry she curled against the wall, her head in her hands.
Hours later, a finally composed Sadia strode across the lot to the stars trailers, anxious to retrieve her young stars and get this day over with so she could go home and get very, very drunk.
She knocked on the door and waited for a reply, frowning slightly as none came. Several people had said that the boy had returned to their trailer, and no one had seen them leave yet, so logic would dictate they would still be inside. She knocked again and then tried the handle when again, no reply came. Unfortunately it was locked, but then Sadia wasn't just the director, she was also the mother of one of them. Fishing out her key ring she turned to the section for the cast trailers and picked out Draco's by the green tape on it. Sliding it in she unlocked the door and pushed it open, poking her head inside. Seeing no one in the "living room' or kitchen area she stepped in, shutting the door behind her. She knew the boys were exhausted from the very long day and were probably dead asleep in the two cot beds they had installed.
She made her way almost silently towards the back of the trailer, her frown growing as she heard small noises coming from the back. From experience she knew that neither boy was a sound sleeper, but the sounds were different from the normal noises they made, almost pain filled. Wondering if Draco was having a nightmare she increased her pace, eager to wake her son up. She never made it past the doorway.
Tom was indeed in bed, well, sitting on it. But Draco was far from asleep, nor was he having a nightmare. Instead his head was in Tom's lap, his mouth busy doing things that no mother should witness her son doing. The whimpering sounds were coming from Tom, whose hand was buried in Draco's hair, his eyes shut tightly as he moved in unison with that mouth, small gasps starting to escape from open lips.
Draco for his part looked quite happy with the situation, a free hand moving over Tom's thigh and hips, a small smile curling his lip as he pulled away, tongue flicking out and over the other boy.
Sadia fell against the doorway, staring in helpless shock and...other emotions, unable to look away, unable to get her body to turn around and leave, unable to even make a noise to interrupt the...lovers? Oh goddess...her baby boy...
Tom's noises grew more louder and more fevered, his body escaping his control as it moved instinctively. As his gave a muffled cry his eyes opened. Sadia let out a whimper as their eyes connected, clutching the door frame as her knees gave out and she slid to the floor, tears staining her cheeks.
From: Sadia Grayson sgproductions-president@sgproductions.com
To: Aleksei lavithan_immemorial@moonlightrequisition.co.uk
Subject: For the love of all that is holy, kill me!
Alexi-
I am a sick, twisted fuck of a person. You need to come out here and just kill me. Goddess I'm so screwed up, you wouldn't belive it.
We were filming that scene I told you about today and...I got off on watching them kiss! How sick and wrong is that. Draco's my son and I can't stop watching him make out with some kid. Not only that but I caught them going at it in their trailer and still watched.
Fuck, I didn't even remember that it was MY SON until afterwards.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I should just give him back and never speak to him again. This is so wrong.
Please tell me you can make sense of this somehow because I'm at a loss and seriously off the deep end here.
Write back soon...or call...or better yet just fly out here and save me from myself.
Sadi
***
To steal ideas from one person, would be plagiarism, to steal ideas from many is called research.
It's okay for students to ask dumb questions; they're easier to handle than dumb mistakes.
Don't judge a book by it's movie
Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.
A person who aims at nothing is sure to hit it.
Title: Private Lives
Rating for this chapter: R-low NC-17
Warnings: There are some serious issues in this chapter. It will be more cleared up at the begining of the next chapter but I have to warn you here
Note: Please remember this chapter takes place in L.A. on a movie set. Meaning there ARE referance to celeberties. Brownie points for any who correctly guess both actors. I would also like to give worship to Thesaurus.com which helped come up with Aleksei's email address (also brownie points to anyone who can guess the correct words that made up the address)
The studio was hot, well, not hot exactly, more like hotter then the ninth level of hell, provided the ninth level of hell was on fire and about two inches from the sun.
Apparently Studio Nine's air conditioning had gone out during the night and the repair company was balking at coming out, even though the studio had offered them big bucks to get off their collective asses and fix it. Hell even Saida had called and all but offered them half the film's working budget to get out there, but no luck.
Which left Sadia with a hot studio, a sweating cast, melting props and the urge to fling herself into a the pacific and never come out again, except for the fact the pacific wasn't feeling much better.
Sadia was currently curled up her in chair, fanning herself with the script, stripped down to her bra and a pair of Draco's boxer shorts, not caring about proper office wear. Hell most of her crew had stripped down. This was California, the land of the tanned and beautiful, and frankly it didn't matter what you looked like half naked, so long as you got some kind of relief. Though it was a bit shudder worthy to watch the topless cameraman walk around with powdered sugar on his stomach from his donut.
"Can we turn off the wind fans?" Sadia called and half the cast groaned, but the giant fans that were used for wind special effects were turned off. Looking around for two blond heads, Sadia called for places. She watched as the cast took their places, rubbing her neck. The clipboard was snapped and the scene started. Sadia tuned it out, knowing her assistant director would catch anything important.
The day had been long and it didn't seem to be ending any time soon. Between prop confusion, line screw ups and a giggle fit by the stately queen they were five scenes behind schedule.
"CUT!" The assistant director yelled and Sadia looked up, wondering what had gone wrong now. She found her awnser when she found her son missing from the scene. Instead there was a pile of curtains and tapestries that seemed to have become dislodged from their position on the wall and were now doing their level best to suffocate the boy.
Sadia hit her head with the script repeatedly as they extracted Draco from the mess of robes and growled. "That's it! I'm done!"
Several eyebrows were raised as the temperamental director threw her script across the room in a huff, an aide running after it like a good little lap dog. After a moment, a few deep breaths and a few murmured curses in French, Sadia took her seat again and thanked the aide for returning her scrip. "Let's move on and work on this mess tomorrow. Shove that crap in the corner, that wall won't be shown in the next scene. Tom, Draco, and Amy, the rest can clear out to your trailers."
The cast minus three eagerly scattered for their air-conditioned trailers, griping about the weight of their costumes and wigs.
The remaining three shifted, tugging at collars and trying to fan themselves. They were about to get a lot hotter and none relished the idea. "Tom, strip down, Draco as well. Amy, leave the dress but undo the bodice a bit."
The cast did as requested and then climbed into the large bed. Well, Tom and Draco climbed in, Amy perched on the foot, leaning against a bed post. She un-tied her long black braid, letting it slowly unravel, turning into waves that flowed over her shoulders, just barley hiding the top of her corset that peeked out of her dress.
Tom reclined amongst the mounds of red pillows, his pale skin shining brightly as he lounged regally, a young king ready for seduction. The tight leather leggings he wore did nothing but aid in the image and Sadia had to smirk. Pictures of that image would be passed around the internet for years, causing any number of girls (and boys) to go into spasms of glee. She mentally tried to figure out a way to use it to promote the movie without going too far. She would rather people attended the movie for the story line, not the fact that it's star looked sexy in a bed dressed in nothing but 'leather tights' (as Draco had called them in disgust)...although it wouldn't hurt to bring in some teenage girls. .
Draco curled slightly against Tom, one of his legs wrapped around Tom's thigh, his hand resting comfortably against the other boy's abdomen. His head was turned slightly towards the other, though it still remained clear he was including Amy in the conversation. Tom wrapped an arm under the boy, as if to pull him closer, his feet resting in Amy's lap. Amy ran her hands lovingly over Tom's feet, stilling for a moment on his ankle. All three froze, Amy's mouth partially open as if frozen mid sentence. This was to be a continuation from an earlier take, and all three were very good at remembering exact poses.
"ACTION!" The A.D. yelled and the scene started to unfold, a king, his sister, and young lover resting, talking about a war that was coming. As they spoke, Draco moved closer to Tom, his head resting on the other's shoulder. Amy, in turn had intertwined her legs with Draco and Tom. Three bodies, but the image was that of one soul.
Three friends that were closer then anything. It was the sort of relationship that knew no boundaries. Sex, background, upbringing, temperament, talents, knowledge, none of it mattered when it came to the love the three portrayed. It was the kind of thing everyone hopped for in a friendship, but few rarely got to experience. It was perfect and Sadia could have wept. Not only was it beautiful, but something had finally gone right.
"I don't know why I'm being party to this, Arthur. It would mean treason if the queen walked in right now." Amy said, her hand rubbing over Tom's calf, up to his toes.
"Because you love me." Tom said cheekily, and pouted as Amy slapped his foot.
"Be serious, Arthur. Love is all well and grand but it doesn't exactly beget you an heir when your lover is a knight."
"I have an heir," Tom said, not looking at Amy. "And he's currently trying to kill me. I don't have an urge to try that a second time."
Amy sighed and untangled herself from the two men, standing, resting a hand on the bed post, looking at her feet for a moment. She raised her head slowly and crystal tears shined in her eyes. "I just want you to be happy, brother mine. If this is it, so be it." She leaned over and kissed Tom's lips softly, then Draco's before turning and leaving through the door.
The two men stared after her for a moment before Draco reached up and turned Tom's head, their lips meeting in a soft, loving kiss. Slowly the kiss was deepened, hands slighting over sweat slick skin, bodies moving even closer together.
Sadia watched as Tom rolled Draco more onto his back, moving his body over the blond's. She licked her suddenly dry lips as mouths opened more to the other, shifting slightly as Tom's mouth left Draco's and moved down his jaw and neck. Draco moaned, arching against Tom, his reddened lips parting in a gasp as Tom bit down, pressing the boy down against the bed with his hips.
As Tom's lips went back to Draco's, he clasped their hands together, raising them above Draco's head, holding him bound as their kisses grew even more hungry and headed, bodies pressing together, rubbing against the other, eager for friction, for release.
A small whimpered gasp escaped Sadia and she stood suddenly, knocking her chair back. She fled the for the studio's ladies room as her A.D. called for a cut to the action.
Heart racing, chest heaving, body trembling, Sadia gripped the cool porcelain sink, head bowed as she tried to calm herself. She raised her head, staring into wide, terrified eyes. She gripped the sink tighter as she looked at her reflection, as if it could tell her all the secrets of the world. She shook her head and turned on the cold tap, cupping shaking hands under the flow of water, splashing it several times over her face, trying to clear away the images her mind eagerly provided her with. With an almost silent, whimpered cry she curled against the wall, her head in her hands.
Hours later, a finally composed Sadia strode across the lot to the stars trailers, anxious to retrieve her young stars and get this day over with so she could go home and get very, very drunk.
She knocked on the door and waited for a reply, frowning slightly as none came. Several people had said that the boy had returned to their trailer, and no one had seen them leave yet, so logic would dictate they would still be inside. She knocked again and then tried the handle when again, no reply came. Unfortunately it was locked, but then Sadia wasn't just the director, she was also the mother of one of them. Fishing out her key ring she turned to the section for the cast trailers and picked out Draco's by the green tape on it. Sliding it in she unlocked the door and pushed it open, poking her head inside. Seeing no one in the "living room' or kitchen area she stepped in, shutting the door behind her. She knew the boys were exhausted from the very long day and were probably dead asleep in the two cot beds they had installed.
She made her way almost silently towards the back of the trailer, her frown growing as she heard small noises coming from the back. From experience she knew that neither boy was a sound sleeper, but the sounds were different from the normal noises they made, almost pain filled. Wondering if Draco was having a nightmare she increased her pace, eager to wake her son up. She never made it past the doorway.
Tom was indeed in bed, well, sitting on it. But Draco was far from asleep, nor was he having a nightmare. Instead his head was in Tom's lap, his mouth busy doing things that no mother should witness her son doing. The whimpering sounds were coming from Tom, whose hand was buried in Draco's hair, his eyes shut tightly as he moved in unison with that mouth, small gasps starting to escape from open lips.
Draco for his part looked quite happy with the situation, a free hand moving over Tom's thigh and hips, a small smile curling his lip as he pulled away, tongue flicking out and over the other boy.
Sadia fell against the doorway, staring in helpless shock and...other emotions, unable to look away, unable to get her body to turn around and leave, unable to even make a noise to interrupt the...lovers? Oh goddess...her baby boy...
Tom's noises grew more louder and more fevered, his body escaping his control as it moved instinctively. As his gave a muffled cry his eyes opened. Sadia let out a whimper as their eyes connected, clutching the door frame as her knees gave out and she slid to the floor, tears staining her cheeks.
From: Sadia Grayson sgproductions-president@sgproductions.com
To: Aleksei lavithan_immemorial@moonlightrequisition.co.uk
Subject: For the love of all that is holy, kill me!
Alexi-
I am a sick, twisted fuck of a person. You need to come out here and just kill me. Goddess I'm so screwed up, you wouldn't belive it.
We were filming that scene I told you about today and...I got off on watching them kiss! How sick and wrong is that. Draco's my son and I can't stop watching him make out with some kid. Not only that but I caught them going at it in their trailer and still watched.
Fuck, I didn't even remember that it was MY SON until afterwards.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I should just give him back and never speak to him again. This is so wrong.
Please tell me you can make sense of this somehow because I'm at a loss and seriously off the deep end here.
Write back soon...or call...or better yet just fly out here and save me from myself.
Sadi
***
To steal ideas from one person, would be plagiarism, to steal ideas from many is called research.
It's okay for students to ask dumb questions; they're easier to handle than dumb mistakes.
Don't judge a book by it's movie
Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.
A person who aims at nothing is sure to hit it.
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Date: 2004-09-15 05:02 am (UTC)Niiiiiiice.
I did get just a wee bit squicky, and about the same thing Saida did. Just the whole mother watching her son thing made me slightly weirded out. That hasn't happened for ages. Congratulations *g*
and no, no biscuits for this puppy. I didn't get any of the references, but then, I'm not a big movie fan.
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Date: 2004-09-15 05:16 am (UTC)The only REAL squick was the fact she walked in on Draco, the other bits are acutally explained in her friend's email back to her, next chapter (although you won't see her or Draco, we're moving to Alexi and his boy toy's chapters now)
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Date: 2004-09-15 05:22 am (UTC)I like HP, although I'm only in it for the Draco love. I have to admit to only reading the proper novels once each and being bored. I prefer the fanfiction, and the movies weren't too bad. The walking in part was the bit that squicked me. I walked in on my parents once and I think it scarred me for life. I couldn't imagine walking in on my child (THAT would be a minor miracle, me having one) in that situation. I should ask my mother about her walking in on my brother and one of his girlfriends.
I used to make a habit of trying to catch my best friend at it, although she started it. I was young and naive once. Although to hear friends talk, they still think I'm the latter, not too much of the former. I've been practicing celibacy for waaaaay to long, so long, that I've forgotten how to ride that horse, metaforrically speakin' of course.
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Date: 2004-09-15 06:14 am (UTC)Yeah, that scene was squicky but I thought it would be perfectly...perfect to have her walk in on her son getting it on with a perfectly gorgous boy, especially after chapter one when she didn't want him hanging around Tom.
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Date: 2004-09-20 05:20 am (UTC)BTW: seen any Wolverine/Remy fic out there anywhere?
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Date: 2004-09-20 05:24 am (UTC)Er...no on the Wolverine/Remy fics...and now I'm grossed out. Ewwwww. Must read smut to clear taht image from my head...good smut.
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Date: 2004-09-20 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-20 05:35 am (UTC)I think I need to go read Matinee (a very nice Draco/Harry smut in which they are filmed and shown to all of the seventh years of Hogwarts.)
Or maybe I'll try to find some more LinkxDark Link for the website... (legend of Zelda by the way)
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Date: 2004-09-20 06:31 am (UTC)Oh, who is the author of Matinee? sounds interesting :)
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Date: 2004-09-20 06:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-20 07:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-20 07:24 am (UTC)It's when you get to writing Draco/Neville that you have problems. :o)
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Date: 2004-09-20 07:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-20 07:55 am (UTC)