by KatiKat
Schuldich grinned, hearing the moans and sobbing cries coming
from Crawfordīs bedroom. "Crawford really knows how to make our boy
scream!"
Farfarello smirked too, sharpening his knife.
"I bet 5 dollars that Nagi wonīt be able to come with us on
this mission either," Schuldich said, daring Farfarello to take the bet.
The white-haired man didnīt even look up from the gleaming blade
of his deadly weapon. "I donīt take losing bets," he answered.
Schuldich laughed.
*-*-*-*-*
"C... Crawford... stop... I canīt... canīt anymore,"
Nagi stuttered, his breath coming in short puffs, his whole body feeling as if
on fire. His hands fisted into the sheets. They were rumpled and stained, clear
evidence that this explosion of passion wasnīt the first one that night.
Crawford smiled coldly, his hands running up and down the boyīs
naked body until they stopped at his erect manhood. Nagi yelped and bit his lip
so hard that he drew blood, as the older man started to massage his cock.
"But your body says something different," Crawford
whispered into Nagiīs ear. "It wants more. I can feel you trembling with
desire. You want it... you want me!"
Nagi cried out silently as the older man twisted him into a
kneeling position. He didnīt have any strength left to fight and he hated his
body for betraying him in such manner. He didnīt like it. He didnīt like men at
all... but Crawford. Crawford knew how to push all his buttons and turn him
into a slut that spread his legs any time he called. He hated him for that... and
he hated himself for allowing him to play with him in such manner. He hated it...
Crawford moved behind him and knelt between his spread legs.
Nagi felt the hot touch of his leaderīs desire between his buttocks. It was the
only warning he got before the other man thrust into him, sliding up to the
hilt, in one smooth move.
Nagi cried out, pain and pleasure mixing and making his body
ache for more. His hands encircled the iron bar at the head of the bed, bracing
himself against the powerful thrusts. Crawfordīs desire was insatiable. The
older man pressed his body against Nagiīs, laying his hands on the boyīs,
squeezing the iron bar too.
"Thatīs what you want, boy... isnīt it?" Crawford
whispered in Nagiīs ear. "To feel possessed... to feel that somebody wants
you... that you are owned... completely... fully..."
Nagi moaned as every word was marked with a hard thrust. His
body vibrated with desire, but with pain too and slowly the pain was winning
the upper hand. He couldnīt remember how many times Crawford had taken him that
night... with his fingers, his cock... even with the toys. The man enjoyed his
suffering and to a certain point, the torture thrilled Nagi too. But it was too
much now, too much pain. He could feel tears burning in his eyes and he closed
them tightly, refusing to let the tears fall. He knew he wouldnīt be able to
walk or sit properly tomorrow. He would count himself lucky if he was able to
get out of bed. Crawford didnīt get in these moods often but when he did,
nothing could stop him before his desire was sated...
"You are a slut, you know... bowing to my desires and
spreading your legs like a whore," Crawford whispered, then he bit down onto
Nagiīs shoulder drawing blood.
Nagi screamed, reaching his completion in an explosion of white
light, a few silver droplets of salty water escaping his tightly closed eyes
and running down his heated cheeks.
That was what Crawford was waiting for, this small evidence of
Nagiīs humanity that he himself lacked. Somehow both hated and craved at the
same time. He let his tight control crumble and thrust a couple of more times
into the now pliant and unresisting body that only his arms were holding
upright. He released himself into Nagi and held his shivering body tightly to
his.
He didnīt moan or scream. He was completely quiet as the last
sparks of satisfaction rushed up and down his spine. He didnīt even let his
member soften before pulling out of Nagiīs half-conscious body, making the boy
whimper in pain. He stood up and walked to where he left his clothes. He
cleaned himself with a paper tissue, then dressed quickly and lit a cigarette.
He turned around and watched the beautiful lean body that glistened with sweat,
visibly shiver on the bed. There was an animal possessiveness in his eyes as
they roamed over the long limbs, round buttocks, elegant curve of spine,
tangled hair and beautiful, flushed face. Nagiīs eyes were closed, lips swollen
and parted slightly. He was the portrait of well-fucked innocence. Crawford
smiled to himself.
There was a knock at the door. Crawford crossed the room and
opened it. A smirking Schuldich stood behind the door, with Farfarello leaning
against the wall a couple of feet away. Crawford met their smirks with one of
his own.
"Itīs time," Schuldich said pointing at the clock.
Crawford nodded. //Oh yes, their mission.// He hoped that they
would be rid of the obnoxious Weiss members soon. They were getting annoying.
"I take it, Nagi is not coming," Schuldich said matter
of factly, the corners of his lips turned up. He found the whole thing
hilarious.
"Well, I think you are right," Crawford answered
amused, walking back to the bed and pulling a blanket over Nagiīs shivering
body. The boy was still out of it. Crawford smirked, he felt pleased with
himself.
"You getting soft on him, or what?" Schuldich asked
curiously when Crawford stepped out of his bedroom.
Crawford laughed coldly. "Soft? He is a good fuck, thatīs
all. But it wonīt help anybody if he gets sick, we need his skills."
Schuldich smirked at him again, then turned around and followed
Farfarello who already disappeared down the corridor.
Crawfordīs eyes lingered a moment longer on his lover. Then he
softly, quietly closed the door and left.
The End