Rating: NC-17
Content: M/M sex, language, B&D/S&M, whipping
Distribution: No prob. Just credit me please
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue
Summary: Dean Malenko visits a certain establishment, searching for something to take him out of himself. *grimaces in distaste* That was a lame summary!
May 8, 1999
The dark clad figure raised his hand to the knocker and let it drop 3 times, stepping back and looking around impassively, his hooded eyes darting about alertly. The wooden portal opened and a huge, burly man filled the doorway.
"What ye be wantin', mate?" the man, obviously the butler/strong arm for the place grumbled menacingly.
The dark figure handed the butler his card and, after scrutinizing it carefully, broke out into a huge grin, displaying yellowed, decaying teeth.
"Ahh, foine sirruh," he fawned almost obscenely, moving aside to allow him entrance. "please come in. Yer night's entertainment is just waitin' fer ye."
He followed the butler down the long, dimly-lit hallway until they came to a pair of double-doors. Soft music could be heard from the far side of the large room, where a woman was playing romantic music on the piano forte. Lounging around on green and gold brocade chairs and couches were beautiful men of all shapes, sizes and colors. In a large, satin-covered, throne-like chair, sat an almost excruciatingly lovely woman in her late 40s. Her silvery-blond hair was piled high on top of her head, where small ringlets cascaded down to brush her neck and bare shoulders. She wore a nearly indecently low-cut gown the shade of turquoise and shimmered like water under the soft lights. Her jewels matched her gown perfectly and when her eyes flicked to the stranger, they also glittered with the same hue.
"M'lady, Mister Malenko is here for his appointment."
The woman rose gracefully to her feet with a rustle of silk, holding out her finely boned hand to the stranger. "Ahhh, Mr. Malenko! I'm so glad you've joined us." She gently ushered him into a plush chair, gesturing one of the men to pour him a drink "As you've most likely gleaned from your man, my name is Lady Bickford. " She watched him closely to see if he reacted to the name, but he only stared back expressionlessly, his dark eyes cool and blank. She shivered at that stare, feeling as if she were looking into a pool of water and only seeing her reflection and not the depth beneath. "Since this is you're first time here, I've selected my best...uh, shall we say, "talent" for your perusal." She waved a hand at the group of about 5 men gathered in a loose knot about 10 feet away.
Dean Malenko turned his gaze on these men, studying each carefully, discarding 3 out-of-hand: one was too young-only about 14 years old, another a little too old for his taste. The third too used up looking. The last two were possibilities.
One was a little over six feet tall with dark blond hair and crystal blue eyes and an almost cherubic face. His frame was slender-nearly skinny-but not unfashionably so. The last was equally tall with a mixture of light and dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He noticed that this one had a brow piercing and tattoos displayed on both arms. His chest was well-defined through the loosely tied white, cotton tunic. When dean's eyes locked with his, he felt an instant pull-almost as if he were a magnet and Dean were an iron shaving.
"I see you're interested in my exotic addition."
Dean only stared, his expression never changing. Lady Bickford beckoned the dark-haired man forward, waving the others out of the room. The tall man glided smoothly over to stand before them, a lazy smile on his lips, his feet braced apart and his hands planted arrogantly on his hips. He tilted his head back slightly, looking at Dean down his bold nose, an amused glint in his eyes.
"This is Raven. Raven...this is Mr. Dean Malenko."
Dean and Raven continued to consider each other silently. Finally, Raven spoke, his voice soft and drawling, a slight nasal accent touching his words.
"So, Dean..." he stressed the first name, as if establishing their equality from the beginning. "what's your pleasure tonight?"
Dean glanced at Lady Bickford, his brow lifted the barest amount. She quickly smiled and indicated for him to rise, taking his drink from him. "Raven, why don't you show Mr. Malenko to your suite. I'm sure he'll be more comfortable there."
Raven's smile broadened, flashing white teeth. "Of course, Madame," he murmured, addressing his next words to Dean. "Come along, my man. We have things to discuss."
Dean meekly stood, following the taller man out of the room and up a wide marble staircase to the second floor. They turned left down a short hallway until they came to a pair of large mahogany doors. Raven threw them open, ushering Dean inside and closing and locking them behind.
Dean examined the room in a glance, noting the luxuriousness of his surroundings, yet there wasn't a feeling of pretentiousness in the furnishings, just a sense of beauty and comfort...expensively so, nonetheless. He strolled around the room, examining the paintings and small carvings on tables, tugging off his leather gloves and tossing them in a chair. His tour brought him to the huge four-poster bed, covered in a sable spread, the sheets beneath of black silk. He glanced at Raven, who'd stopped in the middle of the room and just stood there watching him with his arms crossed over his chest, a faint speculative smile quirking his lips.
"You don't talk much, do you?" he questioned, reaching back to pull out the leather thong holding his hair back, letting the soft waves fall over his shoulders. He noticed Dean's gaze watching his every movement carefully, not a flicker of emotion crossing his face. "Come here," he ordered in a tone that was both velvety and steely. Dean slowly obliged, halting a foot away. In a lightning-quick move, Raven grabbed the back of Dean's neck and yanked him forward, catching him off-balance so that he fell against him. Raven slanted his mouth down on his, forcing his lips and teeth apart ruthlessly.
Dean braced his hands on Raven's chest, about to shove him away, but stopped, allowing him to ravage his mouth and, eventually, participating. He leaned into Raven, his breath coming in short little puffs through his nose. Raven's free hand deftly unfastened the cloak, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor, swiftly followed by his shirt. He then ran his fingers over the warm, pliant skin, feeling the hardness of toned muscle beneath.
Dean angled his head to the side, opening his mouth wide to invite a deeper exploration, his own hands moving over heated flesh, discarding his tunic. His fingers rested on the waistband of Raven's pants. He was about to undo them when Raven pulled away, stepping back. He gestured toward the bed.
"Get undressed and lie down."
Dean looked at the bed, then back at him, speaking for the first time since he'd entered the bordello. "I want control." His voice was deep and gravelly...as if he rarely used it.
Raven chuckled, tossing his head in high humor. "Ah, you are sweet." His expression became suddenly stony. "No. I retain control at all times." Dean stared at him coolly, something hot flickering in his eyes before it was quickly hidden. Raven waited patiently for him to make up his mind. Finally, he turned toward the bed, his hand going to his belt. Raven grinned, pleased, then went to the chest at the foot of the bed and opened it, withdrawing several items. He climbed onto the fur coverlet just as Dean was settling back onto the pillows.
Before dean realized it, Raven grasped one of his wrists and stretched it over his head, where it was quickly and expertly bound to the headboard. Dean's head snapped up in surprise and he tried to evade Raven's attempt to capture his other one, but he caught it easily and tied it to the wooden slats. He struggled for a moment, then stilled, knowing he couldn't escape and just waited impassively for his next move.
Raven sat back on his haunches and surveyed his handiwork, perusing Dean's body with interest. Dean's body was solidly packed, flexing muscles and smooth, pale skin. His gaze focused on the place between his legs, impressed at the size of his shaft, only semi-erect at the moment, but he'd remedy that presently. He went to the foot of the bed and tethered an ankle to each post, returning to the chest.
Dean raised his head to see what Raven was doing, but the lid barred his view until Raven rounded the corner, approaching him with a blindfold. He saw Dean stiffen in protest, his eyes narrowing on the offending cloth, but he held his tongue as Raven tied it over his eyes.
"Of all the senses, touch is the most sensual," he whispered, trailing the tips of his fingers across his cheekbones and down to slightly trace his full lower lip. "So many nuances, textures..." His exploration drifted lower to his throat, encircling it, pressing his thumb into the steadily beating pulse in the hollow.
Dean swallowed, maintaining both his rigid stillness and silence, feeling his other senses sharpen. He could hear Raven's soft, even breathing, smell the scent of sandalwood, jasmine and the unmistakable and tantalizing aroma of man...and he could feel Raven's fingers moving lower, splaying on his chest, rubbing his palm over a nipple until it sprang to full erectness.
Raven smiled, coaxing the other nipple into a hard nub before moving away. He again went to the chest and looked down into it, pondering on what he should use first. Eventually deciding, he withdrew a few things.
Dean felt him leave the bed and he listened to the sounds he made, unable to figure out what he was doing. He licked his lips, the only sign of his apprehension. He was wondering if maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He didn't know what he was looking for...hell, maybe he did. He wanted to feel something. He'd been with countless lovers, both male and female, but couldn't seem to achieve any lasting satisfaction from his encounters. None of them could make him totally lose control of himself. None of them could give him the ecstasy he knew was out there. What made him think this would be any different? He felt the bed dip again and he tensed in anticipation. He jumped a little as the soft caress of...of something brushed over his lips, his cheeks, throat and then tickled over his nipples and stomach.
Raven wielded the large feather adeptly, knowing just the spots to linger and tantalize, gradually slipping between his thighs to tease his balls and the base of his cock, drawing the soft ends up the now throbbingly erect length.
Dean inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring slightly as the feather swirled around the tip, dipping into the little hole, making his hips arch a little. The feather moved away to drift down the insides of his thighs and calves to his feet, where he tickled the bottoms, causing his toes to curl.
Raven tossed the feather aside, moving on to the next item...
Dean gasped as he felt fiery drops of liquid on his chest and belly that quickly cooled and hardened, to be peeled off and the whole process repeated until he was squirming, little moans escaping his throat
Raven grinned, tilting the candle over the tender skin of the inside of his thigh, letting a few droplets land, seeing the muscles jump and tighten in reaction. "Ahh, very nice, love. I can see it's going to take a lot to break you." He brushed the hard wax from him, letting his hand rest for a moment on the warm flesh. "But I don't think I want to break your spirit, sweet. Perhaps bend it a little, mold it to my will....yes." He nodded slowly, contemplating this notion, his fingers absently stroking the soft skin of his scrotum.
Dean could feel his blood beginning to heat and he writhed a little at Raven's touch, silently pleading for him to end the torment. But Raven seemed not to understand, his hand disappearing from him.
Raven reached to the nightstand where a jar sat in a bowl of warm water. He opened it, climbing over him to settle between his legs. He smiled as he tipped the contents onto Dean's body.
A startled exhalation erupted from Dean as he felt something warm ooze down his body, but that exhalation turned into a moan as Raven began licking his chest, lapping up the liquid from his skin.
"Mmmm, I've always found that warm caramel is a sinful treat best enjoyed while being eaten off a body. Don't you agree, Dean love?" Dean didn't speak, but answered with the curving of his body into the lapping tongue. Raven lifted his head slightly to look at him, still not discerning any emotion in that icy expression. "Has anyone ever made you scream with pleasure, Dean?" he asked curiously. He shook his head, his lips compressing into a tight line. "Oh, poor Dean," he commiserated. "No one to give you that elusive thing called 'satisfaction'. No one to gratify those hungers you keep well hidden." Dean remained quiet, waiting. Raven nodded slowly. "Yes. You've been denied the experience of letting yourself fall away, of surrendering to a pleasure so intense, you almost sob from it, is that right?" Dean moved his head infinitesimally and Raven leaned down, his candy-scented breath wafting over his lips. "Would you like me to give you this experience, dean? Do you want me to take you to a place where pain and pleasure can't be differentiated?" his voice deepened, becoming hoarse. "Do you want me to make you scream and beg for me to stop, yet beg for more, love?"
Dean's throat contracted at his words, knowing this was exactly what he wanted, but he couldn't bring himself to reply out loud, afraid that he would be disappointed yet again. Instead, he lifted his head, pressing his lips softly to Raven's, tasting the caramel. Raven chuckled, kissing him back more demandingly before returning to the sticky sweetness pooling on Dean's torso. He worked his way down, delving his tongue into his navel, licking down to lave his balls, suckling on them greedily, as if they were the most appetizing delicacy he'd ever tasted. Dean's head fell back to the pillows, the tendons in his neck standing out prominently as he tried to control the tremors that threatened to overtake him.
Raven could feel him holding back his response and smiled inwardly, curling his tongue around the root of his shaft, gliding it up the hot, hard flesh, tracing the veins pulsing under the flushed skin. Finally, he enclosed the head in wet warmth. He was pleased to feel Dean jerk upward in surprise as he swept the flat of his tongue across the silky skin, rubbing the hard stud buried in the meat of his tongue down the length as he eased more of him into his mouth and down his throat.
Dean couldn't stop a low groan from escaping his lips as Raven slowly began to rise and fall on him, rhythmically squeezing his balls, moving lower to finger his anus gently. He gasped as he pressed first one, then another finger inside him, curving them until he felt the bulge of his prostate before slowly rocking them in and out to the tempo of his sucking. Dean panted shallowly, arching his hips, meeting Raven's downward descent, rolling his head back and forth in pleasure.
Raven pulled off of him, withdrawing his fingers and, bent forward, tugging the blindfold from Dean's eyes. He bounced off the bed and went to the chest again, taking out a paddle, a short-handled whip with soft leather strips on the ends and a small tube of ointment. He elbowed the lid shut and laid the items on the bed between Dean's feet, before releasing the bonds from his ankles and gesturing for him to roll over.
Dean stared at him blankly for a long moment, then obeyed, his back, buttocks and thighs ridged with tension. He sensed Raven studying his body, then felt him move around to the side of the bed, kneeling beside him.
"Dean, my pretty love, I've given you a taste of pleasure. Now, I shall give you a dash of pain." As he spoke, he threaded his fingers through the thin leather strips, straightening them out, then he brought the whip down across Dean's back, making him bow into the mattress. Dean's eyes locked with his and he saw no expression, not pain or delight...nothing. Raven grinned, for the first time enjoying himself tremendously. None of his other lovers had the control or fortitude to withstand more than one of his blows, for he was never gentle. Already, livid weals were rising on his pale flesh. He lifted his hand and struck again...and again ...and again. He felt himself becoming unbearably hard in his pants as Dean retained his silence throughout the whipping, only showing his distress with writhing and arching. He dispensed with the whip and picked up the paddle. He enjoyed the way Dean watched him intently as he started smacking his buttocks until they nearly glowed a bright red. Dean spread his legs wider, almost curving into the blows. Raven laughed gaily, enchanted with this man, throwing the paddle aside and, tangling his fingers in Dean's hair, pulled his head up for a long, hot kiss that was returned fiercely. He untied his wrists, massaging them tenderly.
"Oh, you're so wonderful," he praised, urging him to roll onto his back. shifting around the bed until he stood on top of the chest, his hands clasping the knobs on both bedposts. Dean sat up, a wince of pain flitting across his face and disappearing. He watched Raven as he lowered one hand to slowly unfasten his pants, letting them slither from his hips and down his thighs to puddle on the dark wood of the chest. Dean's alert gaze riveted to the engorged cock revealed by the material, his hands itching to touch it. Raven stroked his own stomach and down to caress himself almost contemplatively.
"Do you want to touch me, Dean?" he whispered huskily, undulating his body back and forth, sensuously licking his lips. "Do you want to...taste me, Dean?" Dean, never taking his eyes from the huge staff, nodded curtly, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "Then come here, sweetheart," he beckoned, lids lowering over amused dark eyes.
Dean cautiously rose onto his knees and crawled over to him, sitting up and surveying him carefully, his focus returning to the pulsating shaft before his face. He tentatively reached out and skimmed his fingers over the smooth satin of his hips, grasping them and leaning forward to gently lave the tip, tasting the precome, savoring it before pressing little open-mouthed kisses down the long length of him. He drew both of Raven's balls into his mouth and began to lick, suck and worry them greedily, gratified to hear him sigh in approval.
Raven watched Dean as he worked his way back up his cock to close his lips around the head, easing him down his throat slowly. When he started to bob, lightly grazing his teeth along the sensitive surface of his skin, catching them on the ridge before sinking him deep again, Raven groaned, grabbing the posts firmly, rocking his hips forward and back to Dean's tempo.
"Oh, yes, Dean...mmm... What a clever, hot little mouth you have. So fucking good..." He abruptly yanked Dean off of him and shoved him back onto the bed, pushing him onto his stomach. "On your hands and knees, love," he commanded, picking up the tube of ointment. He squeezed some of the gel onto his fingers and spread Dean's buttocks apart, lathering his anus, stretching him open. Dean started at this invasion, but didn't protest as Raven positioned himself and, holding a hip with one hand, used the other to guide himself into him. He pressed and inched inside, growling at the snug heat surrounding him. When he was fully sheathed, he rested for a moment, rubbing his hands over Dean's back, knowing that it must sting, but also knowing that it would only heighten his pleasure.
"Ahh, sweet, you're so damned tight. I can feel your every pulsebeat through my cock." He withdrew, then plunged back in, solidly burying himself deep
Dean panted and moaned, rocking back onto Raven, his head hanging and shaking from side to side in helpless pleasure. Raven bent down and sank his teeth into the crook of Dean's shoulder, reaching around to pump his shaft in rhythm to his increasingly driving thrusts. Dean began to whimper softly, unaware he was doing so, so intent on what Raven was doing that everything else faded.
"Oh, baby, you like that, don't you?" raven grunted, gliding in and out of Dean in long, hard strokes. "Yes, you do...I can feel it. The way your sweet, tight little hole tries to hold me inside you. Mmmm...the way you're fucking my hand. Oh, yes, my beautiful bitch, you love this." He chuckled unsteadily as he heard Dean whimper louder, whispering his name. "What's that, my lovely slut? I didn't hear you. Speak louder, love."
Dean could feel himself beginning to lose his grip, his self-control, and even though he'd been searching for someone to do this, he was terrified. He desperately attempted to regain himself, but it was too late. He felt himself slipping away. "Ahhh, Raven...please..."
Raven felt a tremor shudder through Dean and knew instinctively that he had his full surrender. He abruptly pulled out of him and turned him over, grasping his legs and wrapping them around his hips before slamming back into him. He resumed stroking his shaft, his pace hard-driving and fast, barely withdrawing before plunging back in, twisting his hips up a little on the instrokes. "Come on, Dean," Raven panted harshly, bracing a hand beside his head. "I want to see you come. Do it for me, baby."
Dean gasped and arched into him, clutching his shoulders. "I-I..."
"Yes," Raven prompted, pounding even harder and deeper, unable to get enough of him. "you what?" Dean rolled his head on the pillow, his eyes wide and, for the first time, full of emotion...fear, exhilaration and an animal triumph that nearly sent Raven over the edge right then, but he pulled himself back just in time.
"Yes, please!" Dean burst out. "Please, don't stop! I need this...oh, god, please..."
Raven watched as the ice mask that Dean had worn since first stepping into the brothel melted away to reveal the hungry, desperate man beneath. He felt his heart lurch in his chest at the sight. It was so naked and feral that it touched a chord inside him, sending him into a wild frenzy of movement. He cursed and drove, bit and sucked, growling as Dean imitated his actions.
"Good...ah, yes, very good," Raven praised, digging his fingers into Dean's taut buttocks, feeling himself about to explode.
Dean began to cry out with each ramming thrust, begging for him to hurry, until he suddenly bowed high off the bed, letting out a shrill scream as his world seemed to split apart. He went on screaming as Raven pumped every spasm from him, dimly aware of Raven giving a loud shout as he spilled himself deep inside him. Dean collapsed, whining and mewling in the aftermath of the intense release, unable to move a muscle and convulsing involuntarily.
Raven thrust a few more times, prolonging his own orgasm before slipping out of him and climbing off the bed. He went to the washstand and wet a cloth, cleaning himself, then, dipping the cloth In the water again, wrung it out and brought it to Dean, where he gently, lovingly sponged the residue of caramel and his own come from his body. He set the cloth aside and lay beside him, pulling him close. "ah, Dean..." he murmured, caressing his cheek. "Did you get what you came for?"
Dean gazed deeply into Raven's eyes, then kissed him almost savagely before speaking. "You gave me everything I needed...and so much more. Thank you."
Raven saw the tears in his eyes and softly kissed his lids shut, drawing his head down to his shoulder. "No need to thank me. It was my pleasure...and I mean that. Now rest. I want to see if I can make you scream again later."
Dean snuggled against him and soon drifted to sleep, a faint smile of satisfaction on his face.