Imagines

Marlon BrandoxJames Dean

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.