25. Elric
25
ELRIC
E lric gazes at Lukas from the prickly mattress in the corner of the strange chamber. He’s not sure where he is or what is happening, but he doesn’t care. He feels good.
He looks at Lukas’s dark hair and dark eyes. His brows and nose and cheekbones. The silver flecks that dance in his irises. He looks so good. It feels so good to look at him. He has a sword in his hand. It looks so right there.
There was someone here, a moment ago. Someone else. Elric forgets who. But they are gone. That’s good. He wants to be alone with Lukas.
He distantly remembers Lukas being angry with him, but he can’t think why. His mind is misty with desire. “You look so handsome,” Elric says, his voice coming out in an odd dreamy tone. “Were you always this handsome? What did you do?”
Lukas turns to look at Elric on the bed. His expression is deliciously stern. It makes Elric want to slide onto his knees and beg for cock. “I didn’t do anything,” Lukas says. “You're just thinking that because they gave you a love cake. I know how it works at an auction at The Exiled Emperor’s Underground. I’ve been on that stage. A love cake and a cup of honeywine to keep you calm and well-behaved. And make sure you are sweet for your buyer.”
So many words. Elric tries to follow what Lukas is saying. “You’re my buyer,” he coos, although he can’t quite remember what happened. “I shall be sweet for you.” As he finishes speaking, Elric finds himself making a soft noise. A long gasp of pleasure. He rolls his hips. It would be so good to get fucked right now. To have Lukas inside him.“You’re so handsome. I’m sorry I put you to so much trouble. Lukas, I love you.”
“Again,” Lukas says, putting the sword down on the table. “That’s the love cake. It makes you soft and dreamy.” He turns. “Although you are quite agreeable this way.”
Elric shakes his head. Clearing his thoughts by force of will. “I know what love cake is. I’ve had it before. They told me when they gave it to me. It was just a small dose. An enhancer really.”
“It has foribunda in it. It makes you desperate,” Lukas says, although he sounds softer. “It makes you beg.”
Elric shakes his head. “I know what foribunda does, Silverhand. It has made no difference. I was desperate for you before, you know that. Since the moment I met you I’ve been begging for you. So what’s the difference? I want you, Lukas. Please lie with me.”
Lukas shakes his head. “I won’t take advantage of you if you are drugged. Not after all that has passed between us.”
Elric looks at Lukas. He can’t stand it. He burns for him. And he remembers, in strange broken waves. What happened? What he did. He betrayed Lukas. He feels it heavy in his heart.
And he doesn’t know any other way he can make it up to him. And he has to make it up to him. It hurts to think of it.
“Lukas, please. Please take advantage. You know what I did. You can take what you please from me, use me however you wish. You know I deserve it.”
Lukas looks at Elric with a pained expression that might be lust mixed with something. “What you did was… Elric, you didn’t know what you were doing,” Lukas says. “You didn’t know what you meant. You were caught up in the schemes of powerful men.”
“Was I?” Elric says dreamily. He isn’t sure what Lukas is saying.
“Yes,” And Lukas looks urgent, suddenly. Desperate to make Elric understand something. “I can’t explain it all to you now, not while you’re like this. But Elric, you need to understand. Please listen. None of it was your fault. I wish I’d realised that when you told me. But it took me time to see what happened. The fucking Rose Court.”
Elric tips his head back and sighs, “So you will take me?” he says, because what else matters? What else but Lukas? His Bastard Prince. Inside him. “You have forgiven me?”
Lukas reaches out and crouches beside the mattress. He puts his hand on Elric’s hand. The touch makes him gasp. “How much did they give you?”
“I don’t know. It was a little lozenge. Just one.”
“Definitely a love cake?” Lukas says. “A small pink thing. Sweet.”
Elric nods.
“Very well,” says Lukas. “I should have some here somewhere.”
There is a wooden chest beside the bed. Elric watches as Lukas turns to it. “What do you mean?” he says through his clouded brain. “They’ll be some what? Are you going to give me an antidote? The only antidote I need is your cock in my hole. Are you being practical, bastard? Stop being practical and come here and fuck me.”
Lukas ignores Elric and starts pulling things out of the chest and tossing them on the floor. He discards some ropes, ignoring Elric saying, “Wait, we could use those,” and an old-looking bottle of pearl tonic, almost empty. Next, he pulls out a black leather pouch. He opens it and draws out a pale rod. He holds it up. It’s made of bone. It looks a little like the white stones they use for rituals in the Sarelik Temple. But it’s thicker and shorter and it’s carved all over with swirls and ridges.
This, Lukas does not toss aside, but hands over to Elric.
Elric takes it. He turns it over in his fingers. “Is this…?” Elric breaks off into a soft moan. “Oh,” he says, breathy. “Oh, Silverhand, you could.”
Lukas nods. “I’m not doing anything unless I can…” He stops and returns to the chest. Elric watches. He feels so good. His body is singing with the love cake in his blood. The perfect dose. Not so much that he’s lost and desperate but enough that his heart thumps at the thought of Lukas pressing the heavy, carved piece of bone into him while he gasps and moans for it.
He is jolted out of these thoughts as Lukas says, “Ah, here we are. Even things out.”
Elric sets the dildo down and looks up to see Lukas holding a small wooden box. He opens it with a flick of his hook to reveal a dozen small pink lozenges, exactly like the one Elric was given before he was sent onto the auction stage. Love cakes.
“Lukas?” Elric says in a cautious tone as he realises what Lukas plans to do. “Silverhand, you don’t need to?—”
“Why not?” Lukas interrupts him. “Why not? If you’re full of a pleasure drug, I should be too. It would solve the problem of me taking advantage of the state you’re in, no? If I am just as desperate. We can take advantage of each other.”
Elric looks at the box in Lukas’s hand, astonished. He feels a strange rush of clarity. “You’re seriously going to take those and fuck me?” He means to sound indignant but a wave of the foribunda takes him and the last part of this comes out as a moan. Elric has had foribunda before under far less pleasant circumstances, and this dose, he knows, is reasonably mild. Nevertheless, the thought of being fucked by Lukas rolls over him with a wave of pleasure.
Lukas laughs. “Thing is, Lordling, you need this. We don’t have time to wait out you acting like a hopeless slut for several hours.” He tips his head onto one side. “Or more of a hopeless slut than usual.”
“Lukas!” Elric says, wondering why in Zai’s name he is suddenly the sensible, sober one when he is the one who has been drugged. Nevertheless, his head feels a little clearer. “We are in the illegal basement of a luxoli house. There is a price on your head of five hundred dal in this city. This very day you claimed yourself a Darek bastard in the auction room in front of all. Is this the time for you to lose yourself?”
Lukas smiles. “Five hundred dal,” he says as if he is a little proud of the fact. “And truly, Lordling, you do not know the half of the day I have had.” He puts the box down on the floor, fishes out three love cakes and pops them into his mouth. He swallows. “Believe that I need this just as much as you need me to come over to that bed and take you.”
Three.
He just took three.
“Bastard!” Elric shrieks. “They gave me one. One.”
Lukas swallows and smiles. “Then,” he says, moving forward to crowd Elric back towards the mattress, “I hope you don’t take advantage of me.” Then he breaks with a short moan. “Oh, oh, Zai. That’s fast. And stronger than I remember.”
“Were you always this fucking reckless?” Elric says as Lukas pushes him down and climbs on top of him.
Lukas laughs and presses his lips to Elric’s with a long, low moan of need.
Elric lets Lukas kiss him, as sweet and savage as ever. His Bastard Prince. His outlaw. Everything enhanced by the pleasure drug. Elric lets his hand slide down Lukas’s chest and over the front of his breeches. He groans as he feels Lukas’s roused cock. “Fuck,” he breathes as the thought of what Lukas might do with that cock makes him start to burn all over.
Lukas laughs, “All for you, my little Lordling.” His laugh becomes a gasp. “By all the Sidu, those cakes are good.”
“Your victim,” Elric moans as Lukas shucks his breeches down his legs. “Your prisoner.”
“My slut,” Lukas says, lips on Elric’s cheek. His voice sounds as darkly honeyed as ever. That accent. The perfect vowels of a prince’s education. Elric loves Lukas's voice.
Loves his voice, his face, the things he says. What he does. What he is.
Loves him.
Elric slips his hand into Lukas’s breeches and curls his fingers around Lukas’s weeping cock, fingers slipping in the moisture there. Lukas makes a wild sound. “Fuck,” he says, “Fuck, this is… Lordling your touch is sweet beyond words.”
“Of course it is. You took three love cakes,” says Elric. “So, my Bastard Prince, what do you want?”
“Lately?” Lukas says with a slow grin. “Nothing but you, my concubine.” He kisses Elric on the nose.
“Me,” Elric grins slyly. “And more specifically, your concubine’s mouth wrapped hot and wet and tight around your cock?”
He can feel the wave of desire roll through Lukas at that. “Fuck,” Lukas groans. “Fuck, Zai. Fuck. Yes. Now. Right now.” Lukas moans and rolls his hips. His cock moves in Elric’s hand, “Lordling,” he says breathily. “Zai, I want your mouth on me.”
Elric’s breath catches. He wants that too. Every movement Lukas makes, every desperate moan of want seems to echo through him, driving his own desire, his own strangely beautiful altered state. He needs Lukas’s cock in his mouth. The thought is so overwhelming. It fills his mind like it’s blocking all other thoughts.
They reposition on the bed. No words, just desperate gasping and panting as both of them hurry to carry out their simple plan. Getting Lukas’s cock in Elric’s mouth as fast as possible. Elric shifts so Lukas can spread out on his back. Lukas unfastens his breeches and pulls them down as Elric kneels up and strips out of his hip cloth as fast as possible. He wants to be naked. His cock is roused and wet and he gasps as Lukas trails his hand over it. Just for a moment. Before Elric slides down, positioning himself between Lukas’s legs.
Lukas smiles and his smile is vicious. He reaches out and puts his hand on top of Elric’s skull, fingers splayed. “Gonna fuck your pretty little Lordling mouth now,” he says every word breathy and crackling with need.
“Then you know how I like it,” he says. “Please, my Bastard Prince, forget that you have forgiven me and treat me with no care. Treat me like the whore who betrayed you.”
Elric moans as the pressure from Lukas’s hand forces his head down. Elric opens his mouth and takes Lukas’s cock. He has no choice but to take it deep.
The feel of it in his mouth is such pure pleasure. It might as well be a hand on his own cock. He groans as Lukas forces his face down. Elric’s nose bumps into the dark curls at the root. He inhales. The scent of Lukas’s sex seems to light his whole body on fire.
He sucks hard. Lukas groans out and lets Elric raise his head a little, letting him get high enough that he can play his tongue around the blunt tip.
He slides his lips wetly up and down again, taking it deep and delighting in the feel of the head of Lukas’s cock, deep in his throat. Lukas moans, “Pretty little slut,” as he reaches out with his hook and strokes the smooth curve of it along Elric’s hollowed cheek.
Elric moans out his pleasure. His own cock is burning with need. But he doesn’t want to touch himself. He wants to burn. He wants Lukas to use him. He wants Lukas to choose what he gets.
Lukas’s palm puts more pressure on the back of Elric’s head, holding him down. Elric can hardly breathe and he revels in it. Silverhand. The Bastard Prince. Lukas’s cock jolts hard in Elric’s mouth. Elric feels Lukas’s wiry body go taut. Lukas cries out and spends, hard, seed filling Elric’s mouth. Salt and musk. Overwhelmingly good.
After he slides his cock from Elric’s mouth, Lukas bends down, holding Elric’s face, fingers prying Elric’s mouth open as Lukas kisses Elric for a long time, tasting himself. Elric squirms. He is still roused. He can still feel the foribunda in his blood, making him burn.
“Zai, that was good,” Lukas breathes, drawing back from the kiss, fingers still playing with Elric’s mouth. “You are truly skilled, my little Lordling.”
“Much as I love being praised for my boudoir skills,” Elric says breathily, “I think the fact you took three lovecakes might also be a factor.”
“If you say so,” Lukas coos, voice still soft, “my sweet little Lordling.”
Elric laughs. “You always call me little. I’m taller than you, you know.”
This makes Lukas laugh too. He gazes into Elric’s eyes, his hook still plays against Elric’s cheek. “But you are so tiny and precious.” He slides his hand between Elric’s thighs. Fingers curl around Elric’s cock. “Although this isn’t tiny and precious right now.”
Elric groans.
Lukas says, “How about you, my darling whore? How is your blood?” His fingers move down Elric’s cock and back, between his legs. Lukas’s fingertips trace Elric’s hole. The feel of them is like lightning. A bolt of pleasure so strong it is all but pain.
Elric is lost, he murmurs, “Fuck me. Bastard, please. Fuck me.”
“Hmm,” Lukas says, considering. “I could put my fingers into you. Perhaps my hand.” He slips the tip of one finger into Elric, making him moan. “But I don’t think that is what you need right now. I am not sure I have the means to give you what you desire most.” His chuckle is dark. “I should have saved myself a little. I wasn’t thinking right.”
“Can’t think why,” says Elric thickly as Lukas’s finger slides a little deeper.
“Perhaps if I took another love cake I would become roused again.”
Elric is squirming and gasping on Lukas’s finger, moving inside him, teasing him just where he wants it, all enhanced by the exquisite drug in his blood, but he still pants out, “Don’t you dare take another. I fear your heart would seize.”
Lukas makes a sharp amused sound and says, “You’ve damaged my heart enough, Underlia.” His eyes find Elric’s. He slides his finger from inside Elric’s hole and says, seriously, “Then what, Lordling? You need to be fucked.”
“Have you forgotten?” Elric squirms out of Lukas’s arms. He rolls over and picks up the dildo from the floor beside the bed. It’s cool in his hands. As his fingers move over the ridges and swirls carved into it, he gasps, his mind full of the idea of what it would feel like to have those bumps tease the rim of his hole as Lukas slid this instrument into it.
Elric passes the dildo to Lukas. “You have the perfect thing,” Elric says.
Lukas turns the dildo over in his hands, looking at it with wonder as if he had forgotten all about it. Just seeing Lukas holding it, makes Elric’s breath catch. Lukas inspects the base. “You know, Lordling, I think the base of this is the same size as…” He sets the dildo down on the bed and looks at his hook. He takes hold of it, fingers around the silver curve. He unfastens the straps that hold it tight into its base, leaving a hole in the leather end of the sleeve. Then, Lukas picks up the dildo. “If it fits tightly enough,” he says.
Elric watches with wide eyes as Lukas replaces his hook with the elegant bone wand and wraps the straps around it to hold it tight.
Elric gasps. “What in Zai?” But he is shivering all over with excitement.
Lukas stares at the dildo mounted on his brace. “Oh, this will be…” He presses out his tongue, as if overwhelmed with the thrill of what is about to happen, and licks the length of it, tongue moving slowly along its carved smoothness.
Elric moans and writhes. The thought of that sliding inside him. He groans. The sight of Lukas’s tongue on that pale cock. Elric cannot think, can barely breathe. He wants like nothing he’s known.
“You want this?” Lukas says. “You want this my precious slut? My dearest, darling whore?”
“Please,” Elric chokes out. He has no other words.
Lukas grins at Elric, then finds his belt pouch on the floor and pulls out his tin of salve. He opens it with his teeth and applies a generous amount to the carved bone. As he does so, Elric is positioning himself on the bed, splayed out on his back. Like an offering to a dark God.
Lukas reaches out with the dildo that he now wears in place of a hook, in place of a hand. Elric spreads his thighs and Lukas brings the blunt head of the bone instrument to rest at Elric’s hole, teasing there, not entering until Elric moans out, “Please,” once more.
Lukas makes a dark, amused sound, clearly enjoying the desperation. “Eager are you, my little Lordling?”
Elric gives Lukas a look he hopes is withering, but is probably just pleading, “Bastard.”
Lukas’s laugh then is full-throated glee, but he pushes forward. The head of the dildo breeches Elric’s hole. Elric rolls his head back, calling out his pleasure to the chamber ceiling as the ridges and swirls of the dildo each flicker over his rim, stretching and teasing. Elric screws his eyes shut. His vision is silver speckles like the ones in Lukas’s eyes. It’s never felt this good. Never. Not even close.
When he’s full, the entire length of the dildo buried deep in his ass, he opens his eyes again. Lukas is staring down at him with a curious fascination. He looks dazed like he’s never seen anything so beautiful.
“Please,” Elric pants, voice cracking, “Please, bastard. Take me hard with that thing. I would scream for you, my prince.”
Lukas nods. He draws back and slides the bone cock back into Elric, harder, faster, a slippery slam that does make Elric scream.
Lukas fucks Elric, faster and and faster, building and building. Elric writhes on the bed, gasping, his cock drooling wet onto his belly.
Lukas snarls, “That’s right, my beautiful slut. Take it. Take this for me, palace whore. Royal concubine.”
Elric gasps out again. The love cake is building in his blood. Building and building to a delicious peak of pleasure. Elric lets out one more long scream as his cock jolts and he spends on his belly and his hole clenches and snatches at the dildo and his world retracts to one tiny silver point of pure pleasure.