Eminem Slash Fiction April 2006 Challenge ~ Use the bed from the “Ass Like That” Video.

AN: Okay you might think I’m crazy but just look at the cops in the “Ass Like That” video after you read this and you’ll get a glimpse into my over active imagination.

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~ Ass Like That ~

The sometime heated discussion well into its second hour, ever ounce of Elton wanting to be honored, proud that his Baby wants him in one of his video’s, for a song that strangely some how started out with him just walking across the floor.

“Absolutely, Positively Nooo!” Elton firmly states for the hundredths time, but no one in the room getting the big picture.

“Nobody is leaving till you say yes.” Marshall softly sings into his ear, carefully leaning over the back of the sofa, trying to hand him a shot of Hennessy.

“Cheers Sir Elton!” Proof cheerfully says, holding up his whiskey glass of Hennessy.

“If you get him drunk . . .” Paul agitatedly begins; knowing Joshua is going to have a fuckin’ cow, as Marshall gets tired of holding out the shot so downs it.

“Fuck Face doesn’t scare Me!” Marshall matter of factly interrupts, playfully sticking his wet fingertip in Elton’s ear.

”I’m fuckin Marshall Mathers.” Marshall confidently announces as Elton is swatting his hand away.

“We know who you are. And the answer is still NO.” Elton tries to firmly state; definitely not needing him so close.

“Maybe . . . you need your glasses changed.” Marshall jokingly suggests, playfully wobblingly the earpiece of his glasses.

“Maybe you need to put the Hennessy down.” Elton suggests swatting his hand away again and Marshall looks as if he’s offended.

“I was just suggesting that you’re the only one that sees any thing wrong with the story boards.” Marshall playfully says waving his hand towards the storyboards for the video strung all over the cocktail table in front of them.

“Why don’t you come sit down?” Elton loving suggests glancing back at him.

“I’m comfortable.” Marshall says with a comical smile; still hanging over the back of the sofa.

“Do I really need to be here?” Paul agitatedly whines, watching them make goggle eyes at each other.

“Yeah cause . . . Sir Elton is getting ready to say yes.” Marshall matter of factly says falling head first over the back of the sofa.

“Noooo . . . Sir Elton is getting ready to smack you.” Proof points out with a laugh, pulling out another blunt ignoring Sir Elton’s death glare.

“What’s the worst thing that could happen?” Proof points out taking a hit from his blunt.

“Yeah . . . remember I already got ya get out of GLADD.” Marshall jokingly points out; finally comfortable stretched out on the sofa with his head resting on his lap.

“Remember Halloween.” Marshall lightly comments; as Elton tries to ignore Proof who he knows is intentionally blowing his smoke towards his Baby.

“It’s not the same thing. That was a very private neighborhood . . . millions of your fans will know.” Elton tries to clearly explain cradling his perfect head in his hands and forcing beautiful slightly glassy blue eyes to look at him.

“Just look at the boards again.” Marshall pitifully whines practically falling off the sofa reaching for one of them.

“Most the time you’ll be a puppet.” Marshall quickly adds trying to hold up one of the large storyboards.

“You already have the handcuffs.” Marshall wickedly comments, seductively wiggling his eyebrows.

“Gotta go.” Paul agitatedly informs standing and walking over to the desk.

“You don’t wanna see how this turns out?” Proof asks between his laughing.

“I know how it’s goin’ turn out.” Paul agitatedly rattles gathering Shady Record papers from the desk and shoving them into his open briefcase.

“Aren’t you supposed to be his Manger? You have to explain the consequence of This!” Elton agitatedly states quickly pushing his Baby up and rushing over to Paul.

“I Have Fuckin’ Explained!” Paul agitatedly barks.

Proof silently putting his money on Sir Elton knowing he really is at his limits with his . . . . his Partner’s over active imagination for one day.

“FINE! We’ll get someone else to play the part.” Marshall simply informs fully sitting up.

“Does this mean I can be the first cop?” Proof jokingly interrupts.

“We could get . . . George Michael’s he made a Damn Hot Cop.” Marshall wickedly suggests after thinking it over.

“I don’t like you.” Elton agitatedly whines moving over to the bar; knowing he most likely would, quickly pouring a Martini from the pitcher and takes a big drink but urgently spits the warm shit out.

“That wasn’t very Sir Like.” Marshall jokingly points out jumping up and patting him on the back.

“Alcohol Abuse!” Proof loudly announces laughing.

“Thank you.” Elton politely says regaining his composure after Paul hands him a napkin.

“Hold Up! Don’t ya wanna call Your Manger?” Marshall agitatedly asks as Elton grabs the contract and pen from the cocktail table.

“Do you want your video?” Elton agitatedly asks looking directly into glassy blue eyes.

“Sure . . . but don’t cha’ wanna call Fuck Face first?” Marshall sarcastically asks sitting down on the arm of Proof’s chair; really dieing to see his reaction when he finds out His Partner is going to be in his video.

“Are you going to be polite?” Elton quickly asks agitatedly walking over to the bar.

“Most likely . . . nooo . . . ope.” Marshall playfully comments as he and Proof bust out laughing.

“It’s not that funny!” Elton agitatedly comments with his back to them fixing a fresh pitcher of Martini.

“OUT! Everybody out.” Elton firmly states after a few minutes glancing back to see HIS Baby leaning against his dearest friend taking a hit off a blunt; Paul silently enjoying the turmoil.

Elton quickly downs his fresh drink and pours another realizing he just threw his Baby’s His Partner’s dearest friends Out. But confidently knowing some real sanity needed to come to the day as he’s downing another.

“Not Yooouuu!” Elton agitatedly states turning back around to see him nonchalantly following behind Proof and Paul, actually saying good-bye to Jake and Box at the door.

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“Wanna make out over the chair?” Marshall seductively asks trying to balance over the back of the chair after everyone is gone.

“You’re goin’ fall.” Elton simply comments now sitting on the sofa looking over the story boards.

“What we havin’ for dinner?” Marshall asks flopping down beside him.

“I haven’t called for Dinner . . .” Elton agitatedly states but suddenly stops realizing his Baby did miss lunch because of the time zone and just a little late but around dinnertime in Michigan.

“You still mad cause your Martini got piss hot before you decided to drink it?” Marshall nonchalantly asks stretching out on the sofa after Elton jumps up and rushes over to the phone to call for dinner.

The rest of the night is the normal having dinner and talking with Hailie on the phone. She loving the idea but insisting that they shoot the video in Detroit. After showering and getting ready for bed Elton finds his Baby on the sofa looking over the video boards.

“I can’t believe we’re going to do this.” Elton softly says sitting down beside him.

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Elton totally blown away looking at his refection in the mirror; wishing wardrobe wouldn’t have made him so plump doesn’t hear the other cop entering.

“It’s gonna work Dawg so stop stressing.” Proof sincerely reassures playfully nudging him in the arm.

Several hours into filming Elton wonders if Phil would notice, would mind if he’d rewrote the script since his Baby after the third take seems to be having trouble rolling over the Slut; should be the first cop jerking his ass out of the bed in his opinion.

Phil calls out lunchtime and Elton patiently waits for the MTV making the video crew to leave before making it around the cameras over to the bed.

“Sooo what cha’ think?” Marshall nervously asks fully sitting up in the comfortable bed; the bed that he firmly stated had to be Real and Comfortable not just a hard ass made to look like a bed prop as in several years ago.

“You didn’t need to roll over her three times.” Elton nonchalantly comments handing over his t-shirt.

“Where ya going?” Marshall pitifully whines lying back in the bed.

“Lunch.” Elton says glancing back.

“I think we should have lunch here.” Marshall seductively suggests.

“You’ve really lost your fuckin’ mind!” Elton firmly states at a stain whisper taking several steps back towards the bed.

“I’m already on my knees.” Marshall seductively says after getting doggie style enticingly shaking his ass.

“Stay away from me.” Elton radically rambles tripping over cables to get away.

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“Everyone is gone if ya’ll ready to go.” Box announces stepping into the tailor interrupting Elton’s neatly folding his Baby’s clothes and placing them in an overnight bag.

“Ssshhh!” Elton at a hush whispers glancing over at his Baby sleeping on the sofa, which Box now joined by Jake follow his gaze and then quietly leave.

Elton sits down across and watches his Baby peaceful sleep praying the over active imagination is also resting not plotting another wild adventure.

“You’re watching me sleep.” Marshall sleepily mumbles after several minutes rolling to his side and looking over at him.

“Watching you drool.” Elton softly says moving to his knees in front of him.

“I don’t drool.” Marshall sleepily points out with a small laugh while stretching.

“Box and Jake are ready to leave.” Elton softly says as his hand subconsciously roams over his perfect taunt stomach.

“I guess I should get up.” Marshall says pulling his partner in for a kiss.

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They’re about to leave when Marshall grabs Elton’s hand and practically drags him over to the large doors of the old warehouse used for the video shoot; telling night security he forgot something.

“I’m not moving another step till you tell me what the bloodily hell we’re doing.” Elton firmly states once inside, jerking his hand away and quickly crossing his arms.

“Come on.” Marshall seductively says motioning to follow.

“We’re Not.” Elton says in disbelief seeing the bed.

“The way you move it, you make my pee pee go doing doing doing.” Marshall seductively raps removing his clothes.

“Is your . . .” Elton nervously begins to ask, but stops as his Baby becomes completely nude and he can see that its very hard.

“Very.” Marshall wickedly moans getting comfortable in the middle of the bed, enticingly roaming a finger over the length of his ragging cock.

“Now you.” Marshall softly moans wrapping his hand firmly around and seductively stroking.

“I’ve lost my mind.” Elton softly comments nervously removing his clothes.

“You’ve never had a fantasy of my tight ass on a bed prop before?” Marshall pitiful asks getting on his knees; reaching back and enticingly rubbing over his ass.

Elton crawls up behind him and caresses his hands firmly over the perfect fabulous ass that has caused his dick to doing doing doing.

Passionately assaulting perfect ass cheeks with wet kisses as he slowly spreads them apart, letting his firm tongue loving explore, before slipping in one then two wet fingers into perfect hot tight perfection.

Feeling as if his heart is going to jump from his chest Elton grabs the lube his Baby tossed to the bed as he was undressing and lubes them both.

Passionate moans fill the air as his needy hard dick slips into tight heaven and sets a soft loving pace.

His hands gently squeezing his Baby’s perfect ass cheeks as his dick loving slides in and out of his perfect tight hole; tapping his perfect prostate with each loving thrust, causing pleading animalistic growls for more.

Feeling his climax nearing firmly grabs perfect hips, firmly thrusting as he passionately screams out his love and releases.

“I Love You.” Elton breathlessly moans fully collapsing beside his Baby after the last spasm softly drifts from his body.

“I Love You.” Marshall breathlessly moans reposition over his sweaty body and grabbing the lube.

“I’m not gonna . . . last . . .” Marshall breathlessly warns getting to his knees between his legs and gently lubing his ready to explode cock.

Elton breathlessly moans his undying love, wrapping his arms around his perfect man’s neck as his perfect enormous cock slides into him, quickly tapping his prostate.

With hard needy thrusts Marshall releases into his partner’s quivering body; erotically sucking and nipping on his neck.

“What?” Elton curiously asks roaming his hand softly over his perfect sweaty muscular back after a few moments of listening to his breathing relax, but worried about the slight laugh.

“If we stay like this we won’t be late.” Marshall softly mumbles against his neck; referencing to they being about two hours late this morning because they had to make a passionate pit stop back home after dropping Hailie Jade off at school.

“I don’t think so.” Elton softly mumbles with a slight laugh, making a mental note to make sure this bed prop, doesn’t get disassembled and carelessly tossed aside never to be found again as the one several years ago, cause he’s fantasy Came True With This One and needs to be added to his private Eminem collection.

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