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An Investigation Into The Effects Of Penwell (2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Norrell broke away. "This position is very uncomfortable, Mr Strange," he said.

Strange nodded and took Norrell's hands, pulling him up. This was interrupted when Norrell reached around to the back of the desk for a pencil and a small notebook.

"What on earth is that for?"

"The notes," said Norrell impatiently.

Strange groaned in frustration and kissed Norrell again, pulling him towards him, seeking as much contact as he could. The warmth of him, the presence of him, the smell of him - Strange could not tell anymore if it was Norrell he wanted or simply another person, another body, someone to ground him. Norrell's hands went to his hair, tangling in the curls, and Strange gasped into Norrell's mouth. Norrell gave a soft sigh as if to surrender and opened his lips further, licking with surprising delicacy at Strange's own mouth.

They broke after a few minutes, both panting, and Strange found he had backed them against the desk. This was perfectly satisfactory to him, and so he did not change their positions. He could feel their bodies pressed together most intimately, could feel how his own passion had affected Norrell.

"It would seem," said Norrell rather more thoughtfully than he ought to have been able to given the circumstances, "To remind one of Ormskirk's thoughts on the nature of mood-lifting spells. He often said that artificial inducements were extremely unwise in this endeavor. There is an inevitable backlash, he said, which in your case will no doubt result in exhaustion and - oh good God." Strange had rolled their hips together, thereby managing to produce a break in the monologue.

"Let me find my relief like this, sir," he said into Norrell's ear. "May I? It will be little work for you - you will not have to - "

"Yes - yes." Norrell sounded decidedly less composed now and his hands were clutched to Strange's jacket. Strange pressed closer and gripped Norrell's hips, rubbing against him. In other circumstances it might have been unsatisfying but now Strange could not think that. He could not think of anything but finding release.

Norrell, he realized dimly, was still talking. He was saying, breathlessly, " - effects, as I was saying, may include exhaustion, lethargy, and ennui, so it is possible that - that you will be in no fit state to study the phenomenon with me - really most ir-irresponsbile behav- "

Strange kissed him to prevent a lecture; he was prepared to make allowances for Norrell, whom he strongly suspected had never had another person before, but scolding one during a conjugal act was too much. Fortunately Norrell relaxed into the kiss immediately, their mouths meeting and parting and meeting again with their movements, breathing into each other. Strange gave one final thrust and then his climax came as he moaned into Mr Norrell's mouth.

For a moment all was silence, but, Strange realized, nothing much had happened. He felt a little better, less intensely on edge, but he was still hard and he still felt the ache for touch.

"I," he began. "I am not sure it helped."

"There may need to be multiple repetitions of the incident," said Mr Norrell, muffled slightly by his face against Strange's.

"I'm sorry?" said Strange, pulling back.

"I thought it might be the case," Norrell continued, straightening his spectacles, which had become most discomposed by their activities. "The book spoke of purging poison, which seemed to indicate a need for many attempts."

"How many is many?" Strange demanded.

"Oh, one never knows. I should think three or four."

"Three or four!"

"Quite." Norrell had picked up his memorandum-book and pencil and was scribbling frantically. "I am very pleased to have proof of the supposition."

Strange sank down into Mr Norrell's chair and buried his head in his hands. He ground out a frustrated noise through his teeth. Mr Norrell only continued to take notes.

Strange's need was making itself known again; his mind, clear for a moment, was filling again with distracting urges. He stood up and grabbed Norrell by the arm.

"Please, sir," he said, "If you intend to continue helping me I highly recommend we retire to a bedroom. Which one does not signify. It will be significantly more comfortable."

Norrell continued writing as he was hustled along the library floor. "- most fascinating desperation in the subject," he was muttering. "Uncertain if these effects are amplified by the fact that we are in Faerie. Mr Strange, do you think the effects are amplified because we are in Faerie?"

"I do not know, Mr Norrell!"

"There is no need to snap. It was only a question." Norrell scribbled something else in his tiny handwriting. "I think it must be, for there is so much more magic in Faerie than in England. The effects of most spells have been amplified, you notice."

They had by this time come to the door of Strange's room, and Strange dragged them inside and over to his bed.

"Oh," said Mr Norrell, blinking rapidly. "I see. Are you quite sure this is the appropriate setting for an experiment, sir?"

"I do not much care if it is," said Strange in exasperation. "However, it will be much more comfortable than the library."

"Yes, I suppose it will," said Norrell, looking around. "Let me see. Hmmm. Could you remove your clothes, please, Mr Strange?"

Strange blinked and nodded at this surprizingly bold request from Norrell. At last this was going in the appropriate direction instead of into rabbit-trails about magic. In ordinary circumstances Strange could not have his fill of rabbit-trails about magic but all the relief from his first climax had faded and he was hot all over again, wanting to touch and be touched, wanting to feel skin against skin. With shaking fingers he removed his neckcloth and started on his waistcoat.

When he was naked Norrell stepped around him, looking him up and down. Once he reached out and touched his shoulder and Strange trembled and closed his eyes.

"Yes," he said eventually, "It is as I suspected. There is a distinct flush around not only the obvious affected areas but along several significant points as well. I do believe these are where the magic has got into your blood. Not literally into your blood, of course."

Strange's eyes snapped open. "That is why you wanted me undressed?" he demanded, turning to face Norrell. "So that you could examine the physical effects? And only that?"

"Well, yes."

"You cannot be so unaffected, sir," growled Strange. He pushed Norrell down against the bed so that he was sitting on the edge.

"I am merely interested in the magic!" squeaked Norrell.

"If you will not admit it, then I will make you," said Strange, busily undoing Norrell's waistcoat. Norrell did not try to stop him, instead leaning back slightly to provide better access. The touch of wool on bare skin where they made contact was like a current thrumming through him, and the urge to push forward and rub himself against Norrell was immense. But he had plans now: plans which would delay relief for a few minutes, and yet which he hoped would show Norrell what he wanted, what they both wanted, that there were more important things to concentrate on than theories.

Having pulled Norrell's shirt up over his head, he pressed against him, pressed kisses to his neck and pulled at the skin with his teeth. Norrell let out a little sound of need that shot through Strange and sent him down to Norrell's thin chest, biting at it, licking the flat planes of it. Just as Norrell's hand came up to his hair he moved further downward still to the place where his breeches still remained on. Strange nuzzled against them, eliciting another sound.

"Tell me you do not want this, sir, if you truly do not," he said, hands against Norrell's calves.

"I - I - "

"Tell me that all you care for is the research," he breathed.

Norrell whimpered. "Not all," he whispered. "I - I am most interested in the magic, but - please, Mr Strange - "

Strange made a growling sound low in his throat and surged up to kiss Norrell fiercely, pressing their bodies together, the sensation of skin-on-skin and skin-on-cloth mingling until he was hardly sure which parts of him were which. Norrell was gasping by the end of it.

"I think the spell may have some reciprocal effects," he said weakly against Strange's mouth. "I feel most peculiar."

Re: An Investigation Into The Effects Of Penwell (2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Yesssssss! I almost cheered when I saw this fill was being posted! Norrell's reactions are spot on ... Strange is delightfully desperate ... Thank god for Penwell.

OP Again!

[(Anonymous)]

This just keeps getting better and better! I love how you've written both of them, and how much humor you've managed to work into this story. Your writing style is lovely, and sentences like "Strange kissed him to prevent a lecture; he was prepared to make allowances for Norrell, whom he strongly suspected had never had another person before, but scolding one during a conjugal act was too much" make me laugh out loud.

Thank you, Anon! This is just fantastic, and you've made me one very happy OP.

Re: An Investigation Into The Effects Of Penwell (2/?)

[(Anonymous)]

This is awesome! I can't wait to read more of it.