AN: Warning! This E/E Show Episode involves the using of sex toys and may not be suitable for all readers.

~ The Great Adventure ~

In their Las Vegas home for a couple of days Marshall plays pool on his once owned by Al Pico pool table, while admiring his newly purchased autographed Scare Face framed movie poster leaning against a nearby wall, as Elton reads snuggled up on the sofa with Precious, as what the Baby calls elevator music softly plays.

His game not going so great Marshall decides to hang his poster so rushes from the room.

"I can't find the hammer." Marshall agitatedly whines walking back into the great room several minutes later.

"Where's a hammer?" Marshall asks, now standing in the middle of the floor.

"Excuse me?" Elton asks, hearing him but totally engulfed in his romantic novel.

"A Hammer ... so I can hang my picture." Marshall pitifully whines.

"Where?" Elton asks, still in engulfed in his book.

"What's with the twenty questions just tell me where the hammer is." Marshall agitatedly says, now standing directly in front of him.

"I'm sorry Baby what do you need?" Elton asks finally glancing up.

"A hammer to hang my picture." Marshall agitatedly informs as Precious yaps to be let down.

"I already called Richard. He'll be here tomorrow." Elton informs then quickly goes back to reading.

"You! Called a handyman to hang one fuckin' picture?" Marshall says in disbelief.

"What was I suppose to do?" Elton pitifully asks looking up at him over his reading glasses.

"Tell me where the hammer Is So I Can Beat You With It!" Marshall playfully says with a laugh, snatching the book from his hand.

"What hammer?" Elton asks in confusion, taking off his reading glasses.

"Every house has a hammer . . ." Marshall slowly explains, straddling his lap.

"This is Our Home." Elton quickly interrupts with a large warm smile, as Precious forces his self between them.

"Okay! Where's the Hammer located in Our Home?" Marshall agitatedly asks, caressing over Precious.

"You're so adorable when your nostrils flare?" Elton happily informs, also caressing over Precious.

"I'll just use one of your little sculptures." Marshall nonchalantly comments, quickly getting up.

"Baby . . . Darlin' Richard always brings what he needs." Elton nervously explains quickly getting up.

"Please! Wait for Richard he'll be here tomorrow." Elton soothingly pleads, softly caressing over his perfect taut stomach.

"We don't have a hammer . . . nails, screwdriver?" Marshall asks in totally disbelief.

"I can fix you one." Elton playfully suggests with a small laugh.

"Put your shoes on." Marshall firmly announces, quickly leaving the room.

"Where we going?" Elton nervously asks following to the bedroom.

"Shopping." Marshall nonchalantly says, grabbing his shoes and sitting down on the chaise.

"We're Going Shopping." Elton quickly excitedly repeats picking up Precious and blindly rushing from the room.

"You're gonna need shoes." Marshall loudly yells out with a laugh.

Marshall picks up the phone and calls Box and Jake to inform them they're going out and to bring a car around as Elton rushes back into the room excitedly mumbling to Precious.

"Trey was telling me about this new art gallery that just opened in Paris . . . he's going to just die when I tell that we went before him. I would really like to ... what time is it in Sydney who cares we're going shopping." Elton radically rattles, rushing into the dressing room and quickly returning with a Cucci leather overnight bag and setting it down on the bed.

"Sweetheart listen to me." Marshall carefully says, gently grabbing his arm as he starts to take off again.

"Sweetheart... I promise we'll make it to the new art thing before Trey . . . but when I said shopping ... I meant to a local hardware store for a hammer." Marshall carefully explains.

"But we're already packed." Elton informs gently caressing over Precious.

"You pulled out an overnight bag." Marshall points out with a laugh.

"See ... it has all our essentials." Elton says sitting Precious down on the bed and pulling out basic toiletries; well basic for Sweetheart and his Baby.

"Sweetheart we're just going down the street." Marshall soothingly says; wondering why he's surprised by the already packed bag.

"All you gonna need is shoes." Marshall soothingly adds, moving closer.

"I wanna go to Paris." Elton pitifully whines sitting down on the bed in full pout mode.

"I Promise . . . another day." Marshall sincerely says.

"Why don't I just go get a hammer" Marshall softly suggest sitting down beside him.

“You'd actually go shopping without me." Elton pitifully whines.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Marshall soothingly says gently taking his hand; knowing his Sweetheart is now in full Queen mode and he needs to pick his words and actions very carefully.

"Please . . . just for a couple hours you can even set a spending limit." Elton pitifully pleads, pushing him back on the bed and seductively kissing on his perfect neck.

"I'm not the brightest person when it comes to traveling time but it'll definitely take us a couple hours just to get to Paris. Paul I'm in Paris buying a hammer and seeing some art shit before Trey. Call the Looney Bin!" Marshall mentally thinks fighting against falling into his partners passionate kissing and stroking.

"Nooooo!" Marshall firmly states, quickly sitting up.

"We're not going to Paris. If you want to go to the hardware store . . . put your shoes on." Marshall firmly explains quickly standing.

"I don't like you." Elton childishly informs getting off the bed and heads to the dressing room with Precious in his arms.

"Sooooo." Marshall childishly laughs sticking his tongue out at him.

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They get into the back seat of the Explore, Elton definitely pouting, Marshall wondering when will he ever come to his good senses, and learn Not to mention the S word in front of his partner. Precious happily sitting on Elton's lap. Jake and Box glancing back at the odd couple, wondering what has brought on this little adventure.

"STOP! A Home Depot." Marshall loudly announces breaking the silence of the about forty minute ride into Vegas.

"What's a Home Depot?" Elton nervously asks, quickly securely holding onto Precious, as Jake whips the Explore across several lanes and into the parking lot.

"A hardware store." Marshall excitedly says also holding on; thinking they really could have just circled back around.

"It's Too Large . . ." Elton says with extreme concern of someone may recognize them, as the Explore finally comes to a stop.

"Never thought I would hear you complain about it being to large." Marshall interrupts with a laugh.

"It's after twelve in Vegas who's gonna be at a hardware store?" Marshall nonchalantly points out getting out.

"Nobody You Hope!" Box silently thinks slowly scanning the almost empty large parking lot.

"I don't know about this." Elton nervously whines gently handing Precious over to Marshall and getting out.

"If you don't stop whining I’ll take you to a K-mart Next." Marshall playfully threatens, passing Precious back and heading to the entrance.

“You wouldn’t like it.” Box informs with a smile answering Elton’s puzzled expression.

Following a few steps behind Elton firmly instructs Jake and Box that if anything was to happen to make sure His Baby is taken care of First. His heart knowing one of his Baby’s adventures is going to be the death of him, but his dick quickly noticing his perfect manly strut as they walk into the bright lights of the store entrance.

Marshall grabs a bright orange cart, and suggests Fuzz Ball take a ride, but his Sweethearts expression of "You've Lost Your Fuckin' Mind" quickly gives up the idea.

A clerk stops them a few feet into the store and carefully explains that pets are not allowed.

"If Precious Gift is not welcomed Here, I Demand We Leave!" Elton quickly firmly informs heading back to the exit as Box quickly hands over several Benjamin’s to the clerk.

"Now can you point me in the direction of hammers?" Marshall nonchalantly asks; glancing back at Jake that has turned Elton back around.

"Yes Sir . . . this way." The clerk happily says heading to the right.

"You’re gonna pay for this." Elton informs at a hush whisper pitching his Baby's upper arm after they follow the clerk up several isles.

The clerk describes several hammers and Marshall puts one in the cart, deciding to do a simple toolbox they move onto screwdrivers.

"Just look at your Daddy. He's actually has the nerve to call this shopping." Elton whispers to Precious that's lovingly in his arms, watching him and the clerk talk over tools and several of them being put into the bright orange thing.

"He's probably going to bring that shit into our Beautiful Home." Elton emotionally whines to Precious.

"Chill." Jake sincerely says handing over a DeWalt tools brochure; praying it will keep him busy for at least two seconds.

"Excuse Me Do you have everything in this brochure?" Elton nonchalantly asks interrupting their conversation after several minutes of scanning over the brochure.

Jake and Box even Precious knowing by his expression and tone that a Baby/Sweetheart battle is about to start.

"Yes Sir." The clerk happily says.

"I'll take it." Elton nonchalantly says; hoping/praying if he gets everything in the brochure, he'll never have to come back to the bright orange place again.

"Sir the brochures are free." The Clerk says in confusion.

"I'm talking about the Damn Objects! I want Them . . ." Elton agitatedly informs.

"Excuse Us!" Marshall politely interrupts, slightly pulling his partner away from the group.

"We're just here for a simple toolbox. We're not buying . . ." Marshall firmly states at a stain whisper.

"Your Not I am!" Elton agitatedly interrupts at a stain whisper.

"Don't start." Marshall firmly threatens.

"Go On with your testosterone spasm go up and down every fuckin' isle. But I'm finished! I want everything in that brochure so I'll never have to come back to this God forsaken bright Fuckin' Orange place again." Elton firmly explains handing Precious over to him.

"I want everything in that brochure!" Sir Elton firmly states practically stomping back over to the clerk.

"So go do what ever has to be done." Sir Elton firmly states in full Queen Mode handing over his black American express card.

The clerk quickly gets on his walkie talkie and the manger is quickly at their side, noticing that it really is Sir Elton and Precious; silently thinking he really must have a secret crush on Eminem because of the terrible look a like that seems to be pouting.

Marshall follows and silently watches holding Precious as Elton and the Manger discuss and even laugh over the Dewalt tools to the point he feels he may Puke.

"Oooooo Pumpkin it reminds me of when you drilled my tight ass last night." Slim Shady seductively moans leaning over a display and sticking out his ass with a little wiggle.

Elton quickly hands the drill back and takes a few steps to kill his soul mate, his husband, his Baby.

"What are you doing?" Elton asks through clenched teeth yanking him by the arm to an upright position.

"I thought you liked drilling my tight ass?" Slim Shady loudly seductively asks handing Precious over to him.

"But Sweetie I don't like the color. I want lavender OOOooooooo soft lilac." Slim Shady sweetly says prancing over to the manager.

"I'm sorry it only comes in this standard color." The manger politely explains.

"Pumpkin I want soft lilac." Slim Shady pitifully pouts seductively sucking on his finger tip while batting his eye lashes at Elton.

"Excuse us." Elton politely says trying to get a hold of the now prancing idiot, before he throws out a hip.

"OOOOOO look Pumpkin it's interchangeable with My Favorite Vibrator." Slim Shady jubilantly squeals jumping up and down with a rechargeable battery.

"Get your hammer and let's go." Elton firmly states; but is ignored.

"We'll definitely . . . Definitely take the extra batteries." Slim Shady says as if it's the most important sexiest thing he's every said prancing over to the manger.

"We're also going to need thick rope, duck tape, large black trash bags and a Shovel." Elton radically spews as his Baby seductively grinds up against him.

"Ooooo we gonna play kidnapers again?" Slim Shady giggly squeals cheerfully clapping his hands.

"Nooooo hide the Dead Body!" Elton quickly informs firmly grabbing his upper arm to hold him still.

"He has such a freakish little side." Slim Shady seductively informs the manger.

"He ties me to the bed and . . ." Slim Shady lustfully begins to explain, fanning himself with his hand.

"We're ready to leave." Elton sternly interrupts looking directly at the manager while firmly grabbing the waving hand and pulling it close.

"We gonna play hide the snake on the way home?" Slim Shady seductively asks grinding against him again.

"You're always full of surprises . . . . Like the devil in disguise." Elton firmly states at a forced stain whisper pulling him along behind the manger heading to the check out.

"People have said that I'm a little bit crazy when I have testosterone spasms." Marshall nonchalantly informs reaching around and pitching his ass, and quickly gets slapped in the arm.

At the check out Elton nervously chats and tries to hurry signing several autographs with employees as Marshall fights a strong urge to firmly state that he really is Eminem as he publicly seductively grinds against His Husband.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"What happened to twenty five?" Marshall agitatedly comments noticing the little prize machines just outside the door.

"Gimme me fifty cent." Marshall whines as if Box was supposed to have read his mind ten minutes ago, as Elton just rolls his eyes.

"Hurry up!" Box firmly states after several moments of him trying to decide which machine has the best prize; as Jake pulls the Explore up and helps the clerk load up their purchases.

Marshall playfully starts to put the coins in one machine but quickly changes his mind and slowly moves over but changes his mind again and moves back to the first machine.

"Box and Jake have guns." Elton softly whispers in his ear, and he quickly turns around with a shocked expression.

"Jeez." Marshall playfully comments than quickly turns his attention back to the machines, almost spilling that he just bought a new gun that's most likely bigger than theirs.

Box makes Elton and Precious get in the vehicle and is about to forcibly put Marshall in, when he happily announces that he got a Superman sticker.

"Cut the bullshit." Box says ushering him into the vehicle.

"You're just jealous." Marshall childishly comments.

"He use to be like a hero to me. I even believe I use to have one on my refrigerator." Marshall happily explains to no one in particular.

"I happy for you." Elton tries to politely say.

"I sense this undeniable tension." Marshall pitifully comments, playfully lying over his lap.

"Put your seat belt on." Elton sternly states nudging him to an upright position.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Where ya goin'?" Marshall asks after they walk into the house and Elton heads in the opposite direction of the bedroom.

"Nite Nite." Marshal playfully yells out glancing at his watch that reads four fifteen in the morning.

After a quick shower Marshall snuggles between the soft sheets. Wondering how long his partner is going to pout before coming to bed, as he’s drifting off to sleep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Precious now spending the night with Jake and Box, Elton tiptoes through the bedroom heading to the dressing room.

Hearing snoring and wickedly smiles knowing his Baby is in a deep sleep and the earth could move and it wouldn't faze him.

After showering sets his plan into motion by wickedly retrieving a few toys; even the one his Baby has voiced his opinion on wanting no part of.

Crawling up on the bed, Elton secures gold handcuffs around perfect wrists and then to the headboard before removing satin indigo boxers with not that much squirming from his naughty Baby.

"Wake up Pumpkin?" Elton evilly whispers playfully nibbling on his perfect ear as his hard dick grinds into his perfect bare ass.

"Hugh?" Marshall sleepily mumbles realizing he's cuffed to the bed face down.

"You've been very naughty." Elton wickedly moans, placing a kiss on his cheek, and then working a slow sensual tongue trail down the center of his perfect muscular back to perfect ass cheeks.

One hand softly massages over perfect ass cheeks as one than two wet fingers from the other slid into extreme tightness. Ignoring breathless pleads for more and arching perfect hips Elton sinfully pulls away and wickedly reaches under and slips a gold cock ring onto the perfect rising cock.

"Sweetheart . . ." Marshall breathlessly whines trying to turn to at least his side; but his partner's body weight and handcuffs keeping him on his stomach.

"Yes Pumpkin?" Elton sarcastically answers gently massaging over his perfect muscular back and ass.

"Let me up." Marshall breathlessly moans enjoying the gentle massaging and needing to feel his partner AND remove the cock ring.

"Sorry Pumpkin you've been a very naughty Bitch and need to be spanked." Elton wickedly moans moving further down his body and firmly grabbing his hips.

"Reginald." Marshall nervously whines as his hips are yanked upward.

"Reginald!" Marshall firmly repeats, trying to wiggle away from pillows being pushed under his midsection that's causing his bare ass to rise in the air.

Elton wickedly moans caressing a hand over the perfect tight ass as the other reaches for the lover's paddle.

Marshall definitely not liking the wicked moans tries to twist around to see what's happening, but an abrupt sting on his ass quickly followed by several more yells out in pain burying his head into his pillow.

"My bad little bitch . . .” Elton wickedly moans continuing to assault his perfect ass with the lover's paddle.

"I'm gonna show You a Bitch." Marshall breathlessly threatens; struggling to get up.

"Yes you are." Elton wickedly moans planting several more loving taps.

"You were such a naught little bitch." Elton wickedly moans stopping and kissing over perfect red ass cheeks.

"You are going to be my good little bitch for now on." Elton wickedly moans planting another loving smack with the paddle.

"Yeeesss." Marshall breathlessly moans.

"Still wanna play hide the snake?" Elton wickedly moans planting another loving smack on the bright red ass before dropping the paddle and slinking down in the bed.

"Answer me." Elton wickedly moans smacking his perfect red ass cheek with his bare hand as he tenderly kisses over the other.

"Yeeeeesss." Marshall breathlessly moans as his ass cheeks are spread apart and a firm wet tongue wickedly teases his hole.

Elton sensual licks his Baby’s perfect tight little hole till he breathlessly pleads to be fucked, so wickedly moves up and slowly lets one and then two wet fingers slide in and tap his perfect prostate.

"My naughty little bitch wanna be fucked?" Elton wickedly moans sensual working his fingers in a scissor motion preparing perfect tightness for what is to come next.

"Yeesss." Marshall breathlessly pleads feeling as he’s about to loose his mind, lifting his hips up for more.

Pitiful cries for more fill the air as Elton slowly moves away and wickedly well lubes his Baby's favorite; well what he called his favorite.

"Reginald." Marshall breathlessly cries out hearing humming struggling against the hand cuffs.

"Pumpkin it's your Favorite." Elton sarcastically moans firmly grabbing a perfect clenched ass cheek.

"Relax!" Elton breathlessly demands working the vibrator between perfect clenched ass cheeks.

“We can go all night with our new batteries.” Elton wickedly moans as he teases the vibrator over and around his tight little hole.

"Want this off?" Elton evilly asks reaching under and sinfully tracing the gold cock ring and then up and down the long length of the enormous cock; loving how perfect hips come up to give him full excess.

"Pleeeassse." Marshall breathlessly pleads; his whole body screaming for release.

"You have to relax." Elton sinfully moans close to his ear and then lifts up and well lubes the vibrator again and places at the entrance of the perfect tight hole.

The head of the vibrator slowly penetrates the perfect tight opening as Elton’s other hand softly massages over perfect ass cheeks and sweaty muscular back.

"That's my good little bitch." Elton erotically moans finally feeling his Baby's perfect sweat glistening muscular body relax under his control.

“Fuck Me!” Marshall erotically pleads, humping the pillows as the vibrator hums against his prostate.

"Baby I Love You." Elton softly moans with tender caressing and little wet kisses as he slowly slips the vibrator away and quickly replaces with own needy hard dick.

Elton slowly reaches under and gently removes the cock ring from the needy cock as his own hard dick thrusts deep into hot tight perfection.

His hands firmly holding perfect hips down as he thrusts over and over again into hot tight perfection, as screams of love and need fill the air.

Marshall erotically screams as his body spasms around Elton’s hard dick and he delightfully follows into heaven with deep firm thrusts.

"I Love You." Elton breathlessly moans collapsing on his Baby's perfect sweaty heaving body, as the last of his seed releases into him.

Elton softly coaches radical breathing and incoherent babbling to a peaceful calm with soothing loving words and soft tender caressing.

Feeling his Baby slip into sleep beneath his finger tips Elton gently moves away, tossing their toys to the floor and then removes the handcuffs.

Softly whispering "I Love You Sweet Dreams" as he gently pulls his Baby's perfect spent body into his arms and pulls the duvet up over them.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Marshall wakes feeling as if he just ran the Boston Marathon in two seconds flat and his Partner and all his toys gone.

Gingerly he makes it to the shower and tender muscles slowly relax under the hot sprays as his mind reels of never being sexual pushed to such heights before.

Recalling his partner's wicked stern dripping with sex voice his cock explodes against the marble wall without even being touched.

Totally relaxed Marshall slowly gets out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist heading to dress room but mid stride hears their soft bed calling his name.

Collapsing face first back into comfort, knowing his Partner won't let him sleep past one o'clock no matter what time they went to bed because it's some kind of Reginald Sin for him to miss a meal.

Drifting back off to sleep with the reality that he really is Sir Elton John's Bitch and the mind blowing sex is only one of the many reason why.

~*~ The End ~*~

AN: I really think this episode came from listening to Encore Way to Many Times J Please let me know what ya think and Stay Tuned to the E/E Show for more Episodes.

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Nite Storm

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