Prompt: this is based off the claim that Marlon Brando and James Dean were in a kinky gay relationship. Supposedly, they participated in master/slave roleplay (master!Marlon, slave!James) and were into some other really kinky shit.

Rating: NC-17

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It was 8:58 in the evening. Marlon sat in his chair, smoking a cigarette. As the clock by the window struck nine, somebody knocked on the door.

Perfect. He was right on time.

Marlon stood from his chair, cigarette still in hand, and sauntered over to the door. He unlocked the door and opened it slowly, revealing the desperate face of his lover. James looked at the older man with wide, hopeful eyes. They met like this quite often and James was filled with hope that each time would be...different.

"Come in," Marlon purred. James nodded and stepped foot into the apartment. Marlon closed the door behind him, locking it again with a light click.

"I haven't seen you in awhile," Marlon commented as James took off his coat. The younger man flushed and nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I've been busy with filming," James explained as Marlon led him into the living room. Marlon nodded and sat down in his chair.

"What's the name of the movie again?" Marlon returned the cigarette to his lips.

"Rebel Without A Cause," James said quietly. Marlon smirked, watching as the younger shifted from foot to foot. He was eager and Marlon liked that.

"C'mere," Marlon beckoned his lover with a finger. James obeyed and settled in Marlon's lap, emitting a low groan from Marlon's lips. He smiled slyly and began to unbutton James' shirt.

"You've been so busy with that movie, you haven't paid much attention to your Master lately," Marlon said quietly as he slowly slid the shirt off James' shoulders. "Bad slaves deserve to be punished."

They looked at the cigarette at the same time. Marlon smirked, grabbed the cigarette (whose end was stil hot), and pressed it against James' chest, knowing exactly what James liked. James hissed in pain, and moaned soon thereafter.

"Wh-What do you care?" James could feel himself getting hard. "You sleep around with other people. You can have whoever you w-want, Marlon."

"Mmm, that's true," Marlon admitted, "but you're mine."

Marlon crashed their lips together and smirked as James moaned into his mouth. He picked the younger man up, leaving his shirt by the chair, and carried him to the bedroom. James groaned and tangled his fingers in Marlon's hair. They seperated as Marlon shoved James onto the bed.

"On your stomach," Marlon commanded. James nodded and rolled over onto his stomach, exposing his naked back to Marlon and hissing at the pain of the cigarette burn against the cool bedsheets. Marlon smirked and stood back, taking a moment to admire the man lying in front of him, ready to be fucked. His skin paled in contrast to the dark bedroom, his strong back rose and fell with every heavy breath he took, and his ass...his ass looked so round and perfect in those jeans.

But Marlon wanted them off.

"Take off your boots," Marlon commanded. James nodded and started to kick one boot off when he was interrupted by the loud slap of Marlon's hand against his ass. James cringed.

"What do you say?" Marlon hissed in his ear.

"Y-Yes Master," James breathed. Marlon smiled, satisfied, and stepped back to let James take off his boots. Marlon helped with the removal of James' jeans, and his underwear followed thereafter.

"Christ," Marlon groaned as he admired the perfect ass in front of him. "You really have been neglecting your Master for far too long."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry won't cut it," Marlon smirked. He was still fully clothed, but teasingly took off his belt. He didn't have a whip so it would have to do.

Marlon waited for several long, slow seconds. Then, the belt hissed through the air and landed with a crack against James' smooth skin.

"FUCK!" James howled. Marlon smirked, lifted the belt, and slapped it against that delicate ass again. James howled and writhed against the sheets, seeking friction for his erection. Marlon never gave much attention to James' cock before sex, knowing that it didn't take much to get him hard, and it drove James insane as he desperately humped against the bedsheets.

"Please," James begged, nearly sobbing, "more."

Marlon smiled and put the belt away, but he wasn't done yet. He got up from the bed and approached the nightstand, entering James' line of vision. He opened the drawer and grabbed a blindfold and lube.

"Oh fuck," James muttered once he saw what Marlon had retrieved, "fuck, fuck."

Marlon sat on the edge of the bed. He slowly took off his shirt and James moaned as he used the shirt to tie James' wrists to the bedpost. The blindfold went next and James groaned as he was drowned in a sea of darkness. Marlon smiled that sly smile again. James couldn't see or move. He was in complete control.

Marlon returned to his position behind the younger man and slowly ran his hand over the welts on James' ass, which were still red and tender. James hissed and bit his lip to keep from crying out.

Marlon opened the lube and lathered two long, slender fingers before slipping them into James at the same time. James moaned loudly, in both pain and pleasure, and arched against Marlon's fingers, driving them deeper. They both moaned and Marlon grinned as he curled them, almost making James scream.

"Fuck," James gasped again. He was covered in sweat and his cock was throbbing with need. "Marl—Master, please."

Marlon leaned forward so he was almost level with James' ear.

"If you insist."

Marlon leaned back again and removed his fingers, making James groan at the loss. He stepped out of his pants and quickly lathered his cock. He grabbed James' ass with both hands, but James spread his legs without having to be told.

"Such a little whore," Marlon grinned. He pulled back a bit before ramming his cock into James' tight ass.

"FUCK!" James screamed so loud, Marlon was sure the neighboring tenants could hear him. "Yes, yes Marlon please, fuck."

Marlon grinned and roughly grabbed a hold of James' back, digging his nails into the delicate skin. He thrust roughly in and out, giving James almost no time to adjust to the size of his cock. He was in control and he loved it.

James was almost delirious with lust. Since he couldn't see, it was as if his other senses were suddenly heightened. Especially touch. He almost screamed when Marlon nudged his prostate and balled his fists into the sheets, moaning and panting and gasping with every move Marlon made. He arched against Marlon again and let out a loud cry of pleasure as Marlon brushed further against that spot, oh yes, that spot that made him feel so good.

"Marlon," James cried, "I'm g-gonna come—"

"Hell no you aren't." Marlon reached around and cupped James' tight balls in his hand, squeezing them and making him scream. "Not until I say you can."

"Oh fuck," James gasped, "Marlon please, oh fuck, oh fuck—"

They both groaned as Marlon suddenly came without warning. He let go then and the feeling—fuck, the feeling of his liquids finally inside James—sent James over the edge too. He came with a loud cry before slumping against the mattress, Marlon heavy on his back.

Suddenly, the weight was gone and James could see again. He blinked rapidly against the bright light as Marlon removed his blindfold. James was untied and he panted heavily as he looked up at the man who'd just given him the fucking of a lifetime.

"So...I guess you'd better be going," Marlon said. James sat up.

"Yeah...I guess so." No, please. Not this time. I love you. Tell me you love me.

"Next week, then?"

"Yeah, next week sounds good." Please tell me to stay.

"Okay." Both men got dressed and Marlon escorted James to the door. James hoped nobody would notice him limping. "See you later."

"Yeah...later."

James left the apartment and once Marlon had closed the door, he sighed. He didn't know why he expected that time to be different.

It never was.