Unsanctioned

[John Murphy]

Any knowledge of a connection between them was still being kept quiet, as far as Murphy knew. Either that or nobody had dared to make a comment about it around him, and he hadn't mentioned it at all. Who would he tell? It was nobody's business anyway, what he and Bellamy might get up to in private. In honesty, it hadn't all been in private but even so, nobody had noticed. Not that they had gotten this extreme anywhere other than in Bellamy's room. As budding as their unofficial 'relationship' was anyway, the cuffs were still something new. With Bellamy on the guard he was equipped with several weapons and means of restraint, and Murphy had threatened a few times to use them on him. Occasionally in annoyance but mostly suggestively, though he hadn't gone through with it either way. 

Until now, flashing a smug grin as he snapped the second cuff closed around Bellamy's wrist, the other's arms now stretched above him and secured to the metal post of his bed. "You think this counts as unsanctioned use of Ark property?" Murphy huffed in amusement as he pushed himself up to stand, letting his fingers trail along Bellamy's bare chest and down to his hip, equally exposed now the lower half of the other's clothing were bunched around his ankles. How tempting it was to leave Bellamy there, or worse, with the door open. The urge was sunk by the appeal of the other more tantalizing things on offer. 

He rummaged through Bellamy's guard gear to retrieve a couple of cable ties, pondering on a possible use for a moment or two, before swiftly climbing to sit on and pin the other's legs, facing away as he went about securing his ankles to the bottom of the bed. Okay, it was probably overkill, but he was swept up in the momentum of teasing and taunting. Perhaps with a slight desire to actually provoke Bellamy's anger. Murphy adjusted once he was done, turning to face the other as he edged up just a little higher to sit astride, knees either side of Bellamy's. His own shirt had been removed prior to him managing to get the older male into such a compromising position, but his pants remained, though unfastened and hanging a little lower. It was with that same smug grin still lingering that Murphy now wasted no time, leaning down with a slow trail of his tongue along the underside of Bellamy's member.

Tag: Bellamy Blake blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy & blake

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

This was not the firs time Bellamy had been handcuffed. Hell, it wasn't even the first time he'd been handcuffed with Murphy. The circumstances were just different . . . very different. The first time had been when they both were arrested. Now, it was more for the kink rather than any breaking of laws. Bellamy glanced up at the recently closed cuff around his wrist. There was discomfort, but it was outweighed by the anticipation of Murphy's dominant position. For now anyway. He knew the guy could be a damn tease when he wanted to be. He smirked at his partner's words regarding unsanctioned use of Ark property.

"What they don't know, can't hurt." Though it wasn't as if they were doing anything bad or law breaking. Wasn't like he had any plans on arresting anyone with these cuffs. John's trailing hand made Bellamy's breathing hitch for a moment, as he neared to where he needed his touch the most. But all too soon he pulled away, and it wasn't even that surprising. It made it no less painful to be abruptly deprived of that. He raised his head to look down and see what Murphy was looking for, and what he found, and . . . what he was using it to do. "What the hell, Murphy," he said with a raised eyebrow, all in good teasing though at the same time . . . he further hindered his mobility.

Which meant, he really was powerless. He didn't fear the vulnerability. He just knew damn well Murphy was going to take full advantage of it. when he moved to sit astride him, Bellamy's eyes locked onto him, following his position as he went to his member. The moment Bellamy felt his partner's moist tongue graze it, he sunk his head against the pillow, a breathy groan of pleasure involuntarily falling from his lips. He instinctively pulled at the cuffs, wanting to encourage Murphy's actions, yet had no way of doing that. A reflexive action no doubt, and a futile one at that. He felt too good to express any annoyance, but he doubted that would last. His thickening arousal aching for more and all he could do was helplessly watch as he opened his eyes and looked at Murphy, awaiting his next move and well, he better do something.

[blake]

Octavia Blake

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

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Lock down. The idea of being locked in the Ark (again) for an hour wasn't her idea of fun! They were testing the power, and would be locking it down to see how the emergency controls worked as a safety feature. All doors, windows, and everything would be locked tight and unabled to be opened. They were advised to be where you needed to be, or even outside for the hour. Bellamy Blake said, lets hang out, but O said she was going to hang out in the stables with Lincoln. After becoming restless, she decided to take him up on his offer.

O picked up the favorite book, and a bag of fruit, before walking down the halls. Bell used to read a loud to her, and over time they had even taken turns. Maybe they could just spend some time together. Looking forward to it, O passed Sinclair, who told her she needed to run, the doors were locking in 40 seconds. Shit!

O took off running, Sinclair jogged a bit behind her counting down, but he stopped after a few dozen steps trying to make sure she made it. Shit, shit shit! She was slower then she had thought! O got to Bell's door, and with no time to knock pushed it open wiht her shoulder, and ran in, as it shut behind her. "Hey, Big Broth---"

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O let out an disgusted sound while dropping her bag and book at the sight of her brother tired down with a half naked John Murphy on top of him! She had just seen her brothers . . . AH! And she had seen Murphy's mouth on it!! It all had only lasted a second of staring, before she spun and grabbed the door, trying to force it open; trying to bang on it so Sinclair would hear. In end end however . . . she was trapped in a room with everything she had never wanted to see. While facing the door she yelled the only thing she could think of, "WHY ARE YOU NAKED!?? WHY ARE YOU WITH MURPHY??" Part of her wondered why she first instinct wasn't to attack Murphy! WHY was he with her brother?! In end end she banged on the door a little more, but Sinclair never came!

[John Murphy]

He might not have even heard the door opening if someone hadn't burst through it so abruptly. Even so, the first thing Murphy did was freeze where he was, still leaning over Bellamy, apart from a swift turn of his head to see who it was that had interrupted at the most inopportune moment. He had barely focused on Octavia before she spoke up to greet Bellamy, Murphy now catching the rapid twist of mood evident in her features. The sound she made almost had him chuckling in response, had it not been for him taking a moment to glance down at himself to make sure he wasn't exposed. Bellamy? Whatever. But Murphy didn't feel like giving Octavia Blake an unexpected view of his own 'belongings'. 

Thankfully, though riding low, his pants were still high enough, with Murphy pulling them higher to fasten as he slowly straightened up. A little rude that Bellamy's sister should barge in on them and demand answers. He was about to tell her as much, but her desperate banging on the door had him simply staring in silent amusement.  

Murphy had forgotten all about the lock down, or at least that it was so soon. Now what? Despite Octavia's flailing at the door, he half expected her to spin and dive at him. Murphy had seen her once outside practicing some kind of swordplay with that Grounder boyfriend of hers and he had to admit, she was pretty good. As long as she didn't pull a blade from her braids and swing it at him, he could probably take what she could give. Regardless, she had stuck by the door, so Murphy shifted his attention to Bellamy, still beneath him, amusement lingering. "Maybe if we keep real still, she'll go away."

Tag: Bellamy Blake blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy & blake

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The second the door flung open, Bellamy felt his stomach twist into an agonizingly painful knot as a surge of panic coursed through him. And to Bellamy's utmost horror, it was Octavia. The older male had known about the lockdown. Of course he had! He knew it would give him and Murphy some time alone, completely uninterrupted, because Bellamy was not on shift during this one. It was not often they had such extended time to spend together -- with the exception of night time. But Bellamy was not thinking of that right now.

His thickened arousal was ebbing away to a painful state but there was nothing more than a turn off than his sister storming in and . . . he was naked! He didn't fail to notice Murphy pulling his pants up and fastening them which prompted a glare from Bellamy. His words only made it intensify. "Shut up, Murphy," he stated in annoyance. "And get me out of these damn things." Because the moment was gone, and he needed the handcuffs off of him right now, because if Murphy wasn't going to do up his own pants for him, then he needed to.

Bellamy attempted to pull at the cuffs, an instinctive reaction, though to no avail. This time, it wasn't out of any pleasure felt . . . it was out of sheer humiliation over his sister coming in. "Damn it, Octavia, what the hell are you even doing in here?" He questioned, not having noticed what she brought with her as he was too distracted. She was supposed to be with Lincoln! Yet at the same time, it felt impossible to have a conversation with her while lying here, naked, and handcuffed to the bed . . . with Murphy on him. All he could do was wait for his partner to let him free of the restraints.

[blake]

Octavia Blake

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I don't want to survive. I want to live.

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She. Was. Locked. In. A. Room. With. Her. Brother. Having. Gross. Kinky. Sex. . . . . WITH MURPHY?! "Maybe if we keep real still, she'll go away." UGH! Ewww! "She isn't an animal, she can hear you!!" O hissed back at him without turning to look at either of them! "Shut up, Murphy," O closed her eyes at hearing her brother voice, trying not to remember seeing him . . . eww parts! "And get me out of these damn things." EWWW! "QUICKLY!" She added in to her demand!

"Damn it, Octavia, what the hell are you even doing in here?" Really?! O made a face at the door since he couldn't see. "I felt guilty because you asked me to come see you, and I said no, and we don't spend a lot of time together any more! CLEARLY that ment go do gross stuff with MURPHY! . . . . .REALLY?? Murphy??? You like him now??" She asked sounding as grossed out as she felt! Murphy who tried to hang him! WHo Bell hung! Granted Murphy had saved him, but REALLY???

"AND DON'T DAMN IT O ME! I'M NOT THE ONE LETTING MURPHY HANDCUFF ME!" EWW! She paused and waited for them to get dress so she could turn around, though she wondered if she would ever get that out of her head! She might just stand here staring at the wall or door forever! Bell and Murphy???

[John Murphy]

He tamed his amusement as best he could, not entirely happy with the scenario either, but he was at least half enjoying Octavia's complaints at first. Even so, now he found himself on the receiving end of both Blake tempers, a place he'd rather not be for too long. Particularly locked in a room with them both. He held his hands up briefly as if in defense at the order, more or less echoed by Octavia a moment later. "All right, all right..." 

He climbed off the other man, pulling on his shirt while he began to look around for the key to the cuffs and listening to Octavia's reasoning for the intrusion. 'Murphy? Really?' It was fair. It was an odd and unexpected match, there was no doubt about it. Still, the disgust in her voice coaxed a faint flicker of irritation but he soon let the hilarity of the situation drown it out. At least she was the one most disturbed by the scene for the moment. 

Where was the key? He'd rifled through Bellamy's guard gear, his pockets, glanced over the floor near the bed while Octavia had ranted, but it was nowhere to be found. Surely it couldn't have gone too far, but for now Bellamy would have to stay put while he continued to seek out the key, which would clearly make Octavia squirm even more. A silver lining. Regardless, there was still the threat of a smack in the mouth from Bellamy's sister, if not Bellamy himself once he got free. So Murphy reached to pull up the edge of the bed sheet, tugging it enough to cover Bellamy's 'dignity', even if the rest of him was still bare. "You can stop yelling at the door now."

Tag: blake Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy & blake

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Fortunately, Murphy finally got up off of Bellamy and started looking for the key. Usually, it was the other way around. Bellamy would be finding ways to keep Murphy in place. But right now . . . the focus was getting him out of these cuffs so that he could get dressed. While Murphy got the keys, Octavia answered his question. What a hell of a time for her to feel guilty. Though he had to admit, he too felt the same way; that they hadn't beena ble to spend much time together. Something that he had hoped to rectify . . . just, not like this. "Well next time, knock," he said bluntly, clear irritation in his voice over this entire situation. Bellamy paused when she questioned his relationship, asking as if to confirm that he liked Murphy. Granted, it was fair to be shocked over the pairing. Both Bellamy and Murphy hadn't expected their relationship to develop in such a way. But as they were still exploring it,

Bellamy hadn't been prepared to tell anyone about it. Least of all his own sister. It was complicated, complex . . . not by any shame he felt over being with the younger male. no. He knew how he felt about him and nothing, not anyone's reactions or shock or disapproval would change that. It was just about, protecting Murphy more than anything else. Guarding their relationship; sometimes the more important something or someone was to you, the less likely you were to discuss them with others. Such, was the case. "Look, I really don't wanna talk about it like this." Attempt to justify his new found relationship in the former delinquent. Octavia's words prompted Bellamy to uselessly tug at the chains again, another futile attempt yet a reflexive one as if some amount of pulling would actually help. Which, it did not. As if things couldn't get any worse, Murphy came to pull the blanket over Bellamy's lower region. But it wasn't noticed as much as the lacking key in Murphy's hand.

Bellamy turned to look at him, dead seriousness in his gaze. "Murphy, if you're trying to be a smart ass right now by pretending not to know where the keys are . . . cut it the hell out." Bellamy was in no mood for the humor. But something told him that Murphy wasn't playing. He let out a sound of annoyance, pulling at the chains again. "Son of a bitch," he cursed, not to anyone in particular, but at the situation. "Where the hell are they?" He demanded, lifting his head a little to see where Murphy had looked . . . and not liking the fact that they weren't there. Resting his head against the bed once more, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, hating that this even had to be a question. "O, do you see them around you?" Since she was by the door and thus, closer to the table around where they could have fallen out.

[blake]

Octavia Blake

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I don't want to survive. I want to live.

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O glared at the door before her, waiting while Murphy rustled around behind her. She hated the fact that they were locked in right now, and wondered how much trouble she would get into by trying to force the door open. Call it a test of the lock down features. Bellamy was talking about finding the key, and O's eyes widened. This was awkward enough without trying to talk to her brother while his lover had him handcuffed! "FIND SOMETHING, AND FIND IT NOW!" O hissed--loudly.

Finally Murphy told her she could stop glaring at the wall and she turned--DAMN MURPHY! Bell was still handcuffed and the sheet only just covered his junk! UGH! That was her brother!! O moved forward to jerk up the sheet A LOT before turning to DEATH GLARE at Murphy (because she couldn't look Bell in the face right now). "What sort of idiot handcuffs someone without knowing where the key is?!" She snapped, looking around the door. She had lived with Bell for 16 years without seeing any embarrassing parts of him--she wasn't going to break that record now.

She hadn't often liked Bellamy's lovers--Roma was a bitch, Bree was just annoying, Lilly was just too willing to be used and left behind--but at least none of them had ever tried to hang him! They had never tried to kill people!