Episode 6 #5
And then they were dropping down on him, no questions, no hesitation, just slick and heat, and a vise-like grip.
A deep groan came out of Ellisandre’s throat.
Sevastyan’s hands couldn’t stop kneading up and down their thighs.
He forced his eyes open to see Ellisandre’s back arch, their belly rolled with effort as they sank down on him, taking and claiming him, subsuming him into themselves.
Sweat broke out across their ribs. Their breath stuttered.
One of their hands gripped his wrist, fingers pressing down until his skin blanched beneath their hold.
“Odin’s beard, Vast,” Ellisandre husked. They rose up and slammed themselves down. Sevastyan’s hips were going to be bruised.
Nothing would make him happier in that moment than to bear the signs of their pleasure.
He couldn’t keep his eyes open, not when they were gripping him like this.
He felt torn open and taken. Ellisandre’s knees pressed in against his sides.
They arched backwards. One hand came down on his thigh, giving themselves leverage.
This was no slow dance. They were fucking him like the storm outside. He braced himself against the floor, the ball of his foot shoved against the couch for traction, and rocked up into them, matching their rhythm.
His goddex leaned forward, raking nails down his ribs and belly, and kissed him.
Their hand tangled into his hair and lifted him from the floor so that he was sitting upright, their bellies pressed together, breathing mouth to mouth.
Sevastyan gripped Ellisandre’s ass, all lean muscle and hard planes and moved them to the rhythm they’d set.
Their arms wrapped around his head, forcing his jaw upwards so they could plunder his mouth.
Orgasm hit him from out of nowhere. He screamed into their throat as their nails raked down his back. The vise of their inner walls clamped down on him and their torso rolled against him, their thighs tightening to the point of pain.
The two of them crashed down together in a pile of limbs, all their strings cut.
Sweat and fluids ran down between their bodies where they lay pressed one to the other.
Sevastyan’s ribs rose up and down, heaving oxygen into a system that moments beforehand had not cared if all he could see were white specks or a black universe.
“Gods, Elli. Elli.” He reached for them, rolling them onto his side and clinging to Ellisandre’s body, his leg coming up and wrapping around their hips and his arms going around their shoulders. “Don’t make me leave.”
“Don’t leave.” Ellisandre wrapped him back in their arms and legs, slender, strong, and hard from years of training.
Sometime later Ellisandre extracted themselves from Sevastyan and the floor and limped naked into the kitchen. Sevastyan straightened up the living room and then went after them. Cake and champagne were on the counter. They were retrieving forks and plates, getting ready to slice the cake.
Sevastyan took the forks and grabbed the full cake, eyes daring Ellisandre to order him to do otherwise.
Instead, a dark smile crossed their face.
They picked up the champagne, leaving the glasses behind.
Together they returned to the couch, sitting against it instead of on it.
Sevastyan held the cake in one palm and a fork in his other hand.
Ellisandre gripped the bottle and accepted a fork.
They ate like that, until the cake was abandoned, the bottle set aside half empty, and Ellisandre dragged Sevastyan down on top of them, a demanding grip in his hair.
He went willingly, held himself still as they bit down his ribs, and wept tears of frustration as they played with his cock and tugged on his balls until they nipped at his lips and ordered his tongue to eat something besides chocolate sponge and frosting.
Rei
The sound of the front door opening and closing woke Rei out of the light doze he’d been waiting in.
He slid from bed and padded naked through the hall to the living room.
Sevastyan was just rounding the corner from the entry area, pulling off the jacket he’d been wearing beneath his coat when he left.
Rei slid to his knees, palms on his thighs.
Sevastyan smiled at him and finished pulling off his extra layers, dropping them over the arm of the couch. “Still awake?”
“Dozing, master.” Rei kept his eyes on Sevastyan.
His master went down on one knee, slid his hands into Rei’s hair and leaned forward, breathing him in. Rei bent his head towards Sevastyan’s caress. The other man’s lips pressed against his forehead, then lifted his chin and pressed against his lips.
Sevastyan tasted like someone else. A different flavor of toothpaste lingered on his tongue. There were hints of chocolate and alcohol on his skin and his hair smelled of shampoo and conditioner not in the condo.
Rei’s eyes fluttered. There were bite marks on the side of Sevastyan’s neck. His hand started to rise towards the marks. He stopped himself, returning his palm to his thigh.
“At ease,” Sevastyan murmured. “Did you eat?”
“Yes, master.”
“Lisa asleep?”
“Yes, master.”
Sevastyan guided Rei to his feet and pulled him in against his chest. “Drink tea with me.”
Warmth spread through Rei’s chest. Sevastyan ran his hands down Rei’s back and reached for his discarded clothes. He grabbed his discarded sweater and pulled it over Rei’s head. “The kitchen will be cool.” He led Rei towards the kitchen.
Rei eased his hands through the ends of Sevastyan’s sweater’s sleeves. They were long on him, but smelled like Sevastyan. “How was the evening?”
Sevastyan smiled again, one of his real smiles, his eyes cast down, not really watching his hands as they filled the electric kettle. “It was good. I got to do something good, for once.”
Rei waited. He wanted to ask, but his training was too good to let him.
Sevastyan finished filling the kettle and returned it to its dock, turning it on. He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. Rei settled near the wall, turned towards him.
Sevastyan’s eyes were on everything in the room except Rei. “There was a man who hurt girls. More than girls, but especially girls. He’s not going to do that anymore.”
Rei gripped his hands in front of his hips and twisted his fingers together.
Something was both good and off with his master.
He understood anger. He knew Sevastyan’s depressive episodes and his grief, his long bouts of frustration and rage, but this was new.
Sevastyan never took pleasure in killing, even when it was justified.
It always made him reserved and hard, then passionate and desperate in bed, like he was trying to pray to the gods through Rei’s body. “You killed him?”
“No.” Sevastyan looked straight at Rei for the first time. “He’s with the authorities here. The evidence is clear cut. He won’t get out of prison before he’s a decrepit old man, if even then.”
Rei frowned. “You . . . you did that? You planned this? I didn’t have a mission . . .”
“It was a favor. To a friend.” Sevastyan dropped his eyes again. “Their mission.”
“Friend?” Rei hated the waver in his voice.
Sevastyan didn’t have friends. He had people he hated a little bit less than everyone else.
He had allies. He had . . . whatever Alexi was.
He had contacts. Under his legal cover, he had “friends” in quotation marks, but Sevastyan didn’t consider any of the many people in his digital Rolodex friends.
That word was reserved for those who might come close to the heart, and the truth of Sevastyan’s existence.
You couldn’t be friends with someone who didn’t know what you were.
Only Rei knew Sevastyan.
“Friend.” Sevastyan looked away. “From a long time ago.”
The kettle bubbled away. The silence, for once, was awkward.
Rei dropped to his knees. “It’s not my place to question, master. Please discipline me.”
And it wasn’t. Even if he was shocked, he shouldn’t show it. The wrong person might see and Sevastyan’s position could be at risk. Rei had to be unshakable.
“I shocked you, and you were at ease,” Sevastyan said. He took one of Rei’s hands and slapped it, hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to hurt even two minutes later.
“Thank you, master.”
“No, thank you. If you had not brought it to my attention, I would have missed the infraction. You recovered well.”
Rei blinked back tears. That was recognition and pride in Sevastyan’s voice, and softness. Even tenderness.
“I haven’t been giving you as much of my energy as I should have,” Sevastyan murmured. He stroked Rei’s cheek. “Up. The floor is hard and cold, and we’re not training right now. Just tea. It’s been a while since we were alone together.”
“The Art Institute,” Rei murmured. He rose to his feet, mindful of keeping his movements graceful.
“I miss our alone time.”
“Lisa could sleep on the couch.”
“He could. But no.” Sevastyan shook his head.
The water bubbled up. The pot clicked off.
Sevastyan set about pouring heated libations over bags of tea inside mugs.
It smelled of lavender and chamomile. “I worry about what he could do if he were left alone at night. With you, he sleeps, if only to appease you.”
Rei’s cheeks flushed. “It’s not . . . like that.”
“Lisa is living for you. It’s not disloyalty. Even if you did want him as more than a friend . . .” Sevastyan’s voice trailed off. He looked away.
Wanting Lisa as more than a friend was a fool’s errand. Slaves who fell in love with each other came to tragic ends.
Sevastyan’s eyes softened as he found the words he wanted. “I would worry for you, but I would not forbid you.”
Rei hugged himself and shook his head. “I love him as a friend. I like his touch. If you . . . you wanted us together, I wouldn’t mind. But it’s not . . . it’s not that. I don’t know if it could be.”
“I would understand. Lisa is a beautiful man. Inside and out. He deserves to be loved, in all the ways.”