Disclaimer: Don�t own these people, this never happened, total fiction and not meant to be cruel to any member of AFI. (Just a tad bit of cruelty to others, but not in a serious way, thank you)
The Story:
Davey arched his back and silently moaned. The hands, his lord�s hands, were now gripping him securely. Lord Hunter�s mouth had at first nipped at his skin and was now giving much attention to either nipple. His teeth scraped along his skin, his tongue caressing with tenderness. Any thoughts of this act being wrong quickly left Davey�s mind. If this was wrong, why did it feel so. . . right?
That�s your body talking, he told himself, of course it doesn�t want to stop. It wants this, it wants to be free in abandonment. It does not want to go back to working in the kitchens. Why should it? When the lord here has other plans for it?
Lord Hunter pulled Davey�s shirt down further and ran a hand down Davey�s back. The hand that gripped Davey began squeezing gently but quickly.
�M-my Lord!� Davey�s voice cracked and whined. Hunter groaned. He had been wanting to hear that specifically. The want, the NEED in Davey�s voice that said he lusted for him.
�Yes,� Lord Hunter breathed out heavily. He took a quick look around and saw that the only thing that could be a distraction was the open door. He didn�t see the figure that had been there because they had quickly moved away before he could spy them. Hunter looked back and saw Davey still the same, panting and clearly overwhelmed with passion. It was enough to make a grown man ravage him. Hunter grinned.
But he knew he couldn�t. . . just yet. Instead, he took his hand out of Davey�s crotch, reluctantly at that, and pulled the server to sit on the bed. �Davey, sit here, I must see to the door.� Hunter said, then kissed his temple. He paused, then turned and made his way to close and bolt the door. It wasn�t very far and the task took only seconds, but Hunter felt every one he spent away from the delectable tease half naked on his bed was a torturous eternity.
He made his way back, eyes taking in the sight before him like a starving man in the desert. Davey sat on the bed, knees pressed closed together and shirt clutched nervously closed in both hands like a timid virgin. His eyes were cast at nothing to the side, lost deep in his troubled thoughts that brought a worried frown to his brow. But Hunter spied the pale flesh of Davey�s shoulders as the shirt fell from them and cast aside every doubtful thought in his mind. That innocent, glorious flesh was what he sought, and that was what he would devour and keep as his own. Because Davey would not be a one-time fling, Hunter knew. He meant to make Davey his consort.
Too bad he wasn�t a woman, he thought to himself, I would dearly loved to have made him my concubine.
He now stood next to the bed, inches away from Davey, and yet, the other man didn�t so much as look up. Hunter frowned at this. No, he wanted to be Davey�s sole purpose tonight. He didn�t want the server to be lost in thought, or else he might back out.
�Davey,� Hunter breathed out softly, watching as Davey�s eyes closed as if under a spell. He reached over and gently ran a hand along Davey�s face, pulling him closer. Davey went without hesitation and leaned his face against his lord�s lower stomach.
Davey realized how close he was to his crotch and blushed fiercely at his own thoughts. What is this, Davey? Pleasure your lord, yes, if that is what he wishes, but do not, do NOT occupy such sluttish thoughts! Where would that lead you? To hell with all the other whores of Babylon!
Or perhaps, in this case, Sodom. Davey felt the Lord�s arousal through his past, poking happily against his neck. He cringed and whimpered. No, he couldn�t do this. He COULDN�T!
But hearing the pleading noise Davey made, Lord Hunter knew he couldn�t stand to wait any longer than he had. He put his hands to Davey�s shoulders and admired the softness of his skin as he pushed him back onto the bed.
�My Lord, I can�t!� Davey pleaded, dark eyes open now and pleading with his master.
�Yes, you can and you will!� Hunter said, though not commanding, but pleading as well. He moved to sit on top of Davey, face inches away as he held himself up with both hands. �Please, Davey! Please, please,� he murmured on and on, putting slowly and lingering kisses all over his face and neck. His hand sneaked back down between Davey�s legs and stroked gently.
Davey arched once more and shut his mouth, knowing he could no longer protest. His body fell back to the bed as he felt the lord�s hand remove itself again. He silently lay there and watched as Lord Hunter undressed himself.
Hunter never took his eyes away from Davey�s as he stripped. Battle scars covered his torso and stretched as he moved. There was a recent one, still hidden underneath a slightly bloodied bandage that the lord took no more notice of than a flea. Davey�s eyes moved to this and couldn�t move away. What could have happened to his lord? Did it hurt him badly when he received it?
Hunter looked and saw what caught Davey�s attention. He stopped, pants half way down. Davey silently sat up and reached out a hand. He stopped and looked to make sure this contact was allowed by his Lord. Hunter gave him a slight nod and watched Davey rest his finger tips on the bandage tied to his left shoulder.
�How. . .� Davey spoke slowly, voice full of concern, �h-how did my Lord come across this?�
Hunter frowned. He put his hand over Davey�s and thought a moment. �I was out riding with my men,� he said gently, �and a group of robbers, bad men, came and tried to make the wound a deeper, more permanent one. But Nim was there and he helped me hurt those bad men back.�
Davey heard the words but knew from the tone of his Lord�s voice that it wasn�t meant to be condescending. In fact, he realized that Lord Hunter was actually trying to hide more of the story from Davey then he said.
Davey looked up with frightened eyes. �You were almost killed, weren�t you, my Lord?�
Hunter�s heart leapt at this. It tore him in two. He had wanted to have Davey feel something for him, true, but he didn�t want it to be fear for his safety!
Hunter clutched Davey to him and gently stroked his head. �Shh, shh, Davey. Don�t worry. Don�t you dare worry for one minute. You put those words out of your head and think happier thoughts, all right? I am fine. Nothing shall happen to me or you so stop thinking like that.� he closed his eyes in happiness when he felt Davey�s arms instinctively go around him and hold him back.
Hunter kissed the top of Davey�s head, then his temple and his face. Davey closed his eyes and turned his head this way and that as the kisses fell on him and soothed him better than what the lord�s own words could. At last, as Hunter pulled back to look at his face, Davey let his lips open slightly. Hunter took this as an invitation and sealed his own mouth over it.
Now he felt Davey�s hands run along his sides and up his back. So he was getting over his timidness, was he? Hunter grinned and hurriedly forced Davey�s shirt off all the way. Davey pulled back and watched as Hunter threw the shirt blindly to a corner, then Davey�s pants to another corner.
Hunter stopped and took the time to admire Davey�s body. The smooth, sculpted muscles, the tight skin, the tempting, mouth watering. . .
Hunter sighed and lowered his head to Davey�s lap. Davey watched silently, then sat up quickly, eyes widening. His mouth opened and closed but no sound escaped. His fingers gripped his lord�s shoulders and moved with him as Hunter bobbed slowly up and down.
�Mmm,� Davey managed to make a noise, but had to close his mouth to do so. Hunter let his tongue do his talking for him now. He trailed up and down, over and on top. His lips kissed and sucked, nipped and drew along Davey�s sex and the skin of his inner thighs. He inhaled and sighed, relishing in Davey�s scent and the taste of what no other man had before. But soon he went back to attacking Davey�s weaker spots because this temptation was greater than a drug and he needed to return again and again.
Davey�s head turned this way and that. The rhythm Hunter had set was driving him forward. His back and pelvis moved along with it, Davey using Hunter as a willing anchor. There were nights when he lay alone in his bed and the ache between his legs would consume him entirely until he could no longer stand it. But he never sought anyone to help him. He didn�t know how, really. All he knew was what his body told him to. And he listened when it said hold this way, rub that way. That was how he was able to dull the ache, if only for that night.
Now, his Lord was showing him one more way. A way Davey had not thought was possible. �M-my lord,� Davey finally managed, �surely this is not sanitary!�
Hunter slowly pulled up, Davey�s member leaving his mouth still hard and silently throbbing for more. He turned glazed, lust-filled eyes to Davey. �Hmm? Sani-what?�
�Sanitary!� Davey cried out desperately. Though not even he knew what he was desperate for: stopping or continuing. �I pee with that! And I have been working all day in the kitchens and have not had a bath yet! Surely you�ve noticed my stench!�
Hunter chuckled. �Your �stench� as you call it, my heavenly angel, is no less attractive than it is everyday. And what does it matter what you use it for? Right now you�re going to use it another way.� Then he dropped back down and returned to his administrations.
Davey was put off slightly, then went back to writhing in ecstasy beneath the lord. A moment later and he climaxed, releasing a steady flow down his lord�s throat. Spent and weak with defeat, Davey collapsed back on the bed, hand letting go of their tight grasp on Lord Hunter�s shoulders.
Hunter pulled up slowly, smacking his lips. He still had that look to his eyes so Davey knew it wasn�t over yet. He paused for a moment, then reached out and grabbed a hold of Davey. Davey silently did as his lord silently bid and moved to his knees, hands open and holding himself up. A typical servitude pose, Davey realized, so had no problem with it.
Except. . . now he was nude. And the lord was running a finger across the crevice of his backside. Davey let out an unintentional moan as he felt Hunter�s digit skid across his opening. It was hurtful and aching, just as his member had been. What was this? He�d never had this feeling before. What did it mean? . . . surely not THAT!
But, in fact, that�s what Hunter did mean. He held his own stiff self and ran his finger across Davey�s crack again and again, each time going less further away then the previous pass. Finally, his finger stopped. He waited.
Davey felt him stop and waited for Hunter to continue, but he didn�t. Not wanting to be. . . well, a slut, Davey felt he couldn�t simply deal with the ache, either. He moaned low in his throat. This made Hunter�s hand move up and down on himself, but not on Davey.
Davey nearly sighed in frustration. What was he waiting for? Why wasn�t he. . . doing what he was doing before? He shifted his knees, then shifted his hands. Did Lord Hunter wish him to beg? Davey didn�t think he could do that. Not unless it was a direct order. This vague hinting was confusing. He didn�t know what to do. So he did what his body told him.
Davey bit his lip and closed his eyes as he pushed himself back ward, relishing in the slight pressure Hunter�s finger was putting on his opening.
That was it, Hunter decided, that was the thing he had been waiting for. Forcing his hand off himself, he put it to Davey�s hip to steady him as he pushed his finger in. At first, Davey�s muscles were so tightly shut he could not make a way pass. Davey whimpered and made pleading noises, But Hunter was determined. He forced his finger through Davey�s defense and stopped, petting Davey soothingly as the server cried.
Pain. Davey felt pain. This was a feeling he wasn�t used to. It felt. . . wrong. His lord shouldn�t be there. He shouldn�t be. . . inside. But yet, there he was. And no matter how instinctively Davey wanted to pull that finger out and straighten his back, he knew it would be death to deny his lord and master. So he stayed there, hands clutching the blanket tightly and tears pouring down his cheeks, and let his master rub his finger slowly around his opening.
Hunter felt the strength of Davey�s body and groaned longingly. He leaned forward and kissed his skin gently and moved his finger in and out now. Yes, almost ready, almost. Hunter winced but added another finger. He felt Davey shudder and heard the sob that escaped his mouth, but he continued still.
�It�ll get better, Davey, I promise,� Hunter whispered, close to tears himself. He didn�t want to hurt Davey. But there was no other way to prepare him for what was next. In and out he moved the fingers, slowly at first, then as he felt Davey�s muscles finally start to loosen. The pressure pushing back on Hunter�s fingers was still strong, but there was that slight tension he felt that broke. Davey now knew what it felt like. He knew what to expect.
�I�m pulling out, Davey,� Hunter whispered to him and rubbed his back, �I�m taking out my fingers, but I�m going to put something else in, okay? Davey, do you understand?�
Crying, but not wanting to incur his lordship�s wrath, Davey nodded, black hair tossing.
�Okay,� Hunter breathed raggedly and positioned himself. He rubbed his tip along Davey�s opening, just to make sure Davey knew how big he was and just when it was going to happen. �Davey, Davey,� Hunter breathed. He could stand his lust no longer. The object of his most lecherous dreams was on his knees before him, open and ready to receive him. How could he NOT?
Hunter put his member to Davey�s opening and slowly pushed in. He got the head in and stopped. He didn�t feel Davey�s tremors, he didn�t hear the sobs. So just how was Davey taking this? He was afraid to ask. He saw the dark head of hair hanging loosely, but Davey�s arms and legs still held him up, so he hadn�t passed out, had he?
Again, Hunter pushed in. There! What was that? He stopped and waited. Nothing. He pushed in a little further and heard it again: a low, husky groan. So Davey was feeling better already, was he? Hunter smiled.
He pulled out, but not all the way. He pushed in again only to pull back. A moan now. Davey�s head lifted and his hands took a better hold of the blanket beneath them, not forgetting one second that his lord was impaling him. His hair clung to his cheeks and hung this way and that, but Davey didn�t bother to move it. He didn�t even bother to open his eyes. He didn�t need to see the bed posts. He didn�t need to see his own knuckles white from the pressure on their hold. What he needed, he realized, was to gain some sort of control over this situation, any way he could. And if that way was through defeat in pain, then so be it.
He pushed himself back, forcing more of Hunter�s member inside him. He didn�t know how much he could take, how much of his lord there was, but he knew he had to do this. He had to overcome. He couldn�t become broken, he couldn�t give up.
Hunter felt Davey�s determination and voiced his own satisfaction. His muscles clenched along his stomach and back, urging him to pound Davey mercilessly. And he began to. Each thrust he gave Davey, the latter took and accepted. It was going a lot easier now, for the both of them. Davey�s muscles were still tight, but now allowed Hunter to pass easier. And Hunter�s length was still enormous to Davey, but he was becoming accustomed to it inside him. That was until, of course, Hunter hit that knot of nerves inside him that forced out an unexpected shriek out of him.
�Aaaah!� Davey let loose before he knew what he was doing. His lips trembled and his knees threatened to buckled. Hunter had felt it, too and impulsively sought it out again. The second time he hit, Davey�s arms gave and his upper body collapsed to the bed. A whining, weak cry escaped his lips and fresh tears escaped his eyes. But Hunter held his grip on Davey�s hips and continued to ride him.
The third time he was hit, Davey gave a long, throaty groan, which decisively set off Hunter. He bared his teeth and let out a roar as his body slapped against Davey�s and emptied inside him.
Hunter fell silent soon and reluctantly stopped his rocking. He watched as he pulled out and a little bit of the seed not deposited in Davey spill on the outside and fall to the blanket. His hands massaged Davey absently as he began to collect his thoughts again.
Hunter slowly released Davey�s body and watched him sink to the bed, completely exhausted. He crawled over and lay beside him to peer into his eyes but found his chef deeply asleep. Hunter kissed his temple and pushed back his hair. �Sleep, my Davey, you�ll need your strength, for sure. I don�t mean to make this the only time this happens.�
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End of Part Two.