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“Daniel, are you not feeling well?”
The young man started, almost dropping the glass of wine he had been holding. He set it on the table, hoping Alexander didn’t notice how his fingers trembled.
“Dangerous that.” Alexander smirked. “If you had spilled on your nice new clothes I would have had to punish you. But my previous question, Daniel. Are you feeling all right?”
“I feel fine, my lor- my love. Just a bit tired.” He kept his eyes cast down. He studied the shadow his hand made against the cloth on the table, his nails grown a bit too long and filed to be perfect little almonds. Alexander had filed them himself while they were lying in bed, Daniel slumped exhausted against his chest listening as the other man murmured mad endearments to a woman long dead into Daniel’s hair.
“We can’t have that. We must put you to bed early tonight. But come here, let me make sure you’re fine. I don’t quite trust your opinion on your own health.” He held out a hand to Daniel, who shuddered but rose to his feet, mindful to lift his skirts up so he wouldn’t trip over them and walked over to the baron. Alexander smiled, there was no happiness in it. He patted his lap.
Daniel stifled the whimper and delicately maneuvered the full skirts away so he could sit on Alexander’s knee.
“Be comfortable Daniel, no need to play the shrinking virgin. Not after all we’ve done to each other, hm?” Daniel squeaked as Alexander hooked his hand under his knee and pulled Daniel around and further into his lap. Daniel placed a hand on Alexander’s chest to steady himself. Alexander had one arm wrapped around his waist, the other he had pulled out from underneath Daniel and was now tracing the folds of the fabric on the young man’s thighs.
“See? Perfectly healthy.” He tried to smile brightly, but it fell flat.
Alexander narrowed his eyes. His hand sliding up Daniel’s thigh, over the bodice of his dress to rest over his heart. “Prove it.”
Closing his eyes, Daniel leaned forward until his forehead was resting against Alexander’s. “No fever.” Alexander murmured. Then he pushed into Daniel’s mind. Daniel shrieked, tried to pull away, but a hand on the back of his neck kept him in place. He hated this, hated it more than the nightly rape, this invasion of his very soul.
“You are so overly delicate at times, pet.” Alexander growled, pulling out. There was a feeling of hands being dusted off and Daniel was once again alone in his head. “No escape plans this time. Good. But really, you think it rape? I can show you what real rape is boy.”
“No! No thank you.”
“It’s not all that bad, is it Daniel? Being with me? I make you purr every night.” He kissed Daniel’s throat, bit the tendon in it and Daniel gasped. “Mm. Like a little kitten, the way you curl up against me afterwards.” He could feel the baron smile against him. “All exhausted and spent, begging me to stop with that angelic mouth, while your wanton body clings to me like a second skin, begging me to recover my strength and take you once more.”
“Please, I said I was tired.”
“I heard you.” He was bunching up Daniel’s skirt. Daniel felt cold gnarled fingers touch his inner thigh and jumped.
“Please.”
“The dress looks lovely on you. Burgundy always suited you.” He trailed kisses down Daniel’s neck, took his time exploring the flesh exposed by the low neckline of the dress. He rubbed his cheek against the velvet of the bodice, chuckling at the hard nub that pressed against him. He mouthed the nipple through the thick fabric, sucking hard enough to make Daniel squeal and writhe. The hand under his skirts was now wrapping around him. “I didn’t even have to enter your mind and make you!” The baron seem amazed, for the first time that evening there was a trace of real delight in his voice. “How long have been like this for me? Was it the dress? Do you like the feel of the fabric around your flesh, do you like it brushing against your cock every time you move? Do you think of me when it does?”
“Stop it!” His fingers fisted against the baron’s shoulders. “Don’t talk so foully, I-“
“Kiss me then. Stop my mouth with your kisses.”
Daniel did. He could feel the baron’s moan through the fingers he had splayed across the other man’s chest. His tongue tentatively trailed along Alexander’s bottom lip, he nipped it. Fingers were tangled in his hair, pressing him down, holding him still as Alexander pressed his lips hard against his. Their teeth clicked and then Daniel remembered to turn his head that way and Alexander was coaxing him to explore each other’s mouth with tongues and nips and small gasps. It was wet and vile and shameful, but when a thread of spittle ran down Daniel’s chin he found that he didn’t mind, barely noticed, he just turned his head to better seal themselves together.
The hand around him tightened and Daniel threw his head back, crying out. “You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like this?” The hand started to stroke over Daniel, a good strong rhythm that he soon found himself moving his hips to.
“Oh yes.” He closed his eyes, let his head hang back.
He felt more than heard Alexander laugh. The bodice was ripped down and Alexander licked his nipple, then began to suckle. It was Daniel’s turn to tangle his fingers in hair and to pull close. The speed was punishingly fast now, Daniel was rocking to it, thrusting himself into Alexander’s fist, chasing his release that he could just see lighting the horizon like the first hint of sunrise.
Then Alexander stopped. Daniel growled, still moving against the man, begging with his thighs, his hands for the administrations to continue.
“And you call this rape.” The barn admonished.
Daniel whined, pouted.
“Don’t look at me that way. If you want me to make you feel good you know what you have to do.”
“Do we-“
“Stop with the modest protests.”
Daniel took a breath, reached down and began to undo Alexander’s pants. Without being bid he stroked the other man, started to look around for the jar of oil and realized it wasn’t nearby.
“You’ll be fine.”
“It’ll hurt me.”
Soothing hands against his ribcage. “I’ll make you not feel the pain.”
Daniel grimaced in distaste. Alexander brushed against his mind, waiting. Daniel sighed, nodded tightly and he felt Alexander enter. He stood and sat himself so he was straddling Alexander, his dress now bunched up around his thighs. “How very lady like.” He felt the thought in his mind and pushed it away. Alexander really needed to keep his own thoughts in his own head.
Alexander slid his hands down until they rested on Daniel’s hips. Daniel wrapped his arms around Alexander’s neck and slowly began to lower himself. It hurt. It scraped and stretched and then there was Alexander, like a steadying hand in the back of his mind and all the pain was pushed aside, to be felt, but only remotely.
Daniel sighed when he was fully seated. He gave a small roll of his hips and heard Alexander growl, curse. He smiled. He’d set the rhythm to their dance this time. It was strange to be filled by another man, to have someone else’s heartbeat, their very essence in you as both your bodies tangled together. It made him think fleeting of Plato, but he pushed it away, repulsed. Whatever Alexander was to him, it wasn’t soul mate.
Alexander clawed at his flesh, demanding more demanding faster. He was muttering under his breath again. “I knew we’d find each other again, I knew it. Even being banished in this gods forsaken world, I knew nothing could keep us apa-“ Daniel put his hands on the old man’s cheeks and jerked his head back. Alexander opened his mouth either in surprise or protest, Daniel never gave him a chance to decide before claiming his mouth, his tongue making parody of Alexander’s thrusting inside him. And the old man moaned, cupped the back of Daniel’s head and let him dominate the kiss, their love making, for a change. Was that the faintest bit of amusement, of fondness in the back of his mind? Surely not his…
Daniel broke away first, buried his face into the side of Alexander’s neck. He was close, so close and the pleasure was so intense he thought he might cry from it. And then it was over and he was spilling into the dress, the fine new dress that Alexander had bought because it had reminded him of his wife and had put on Daniel because Daniel reminded him of his wife.
That sobered him and post coital bliss dribbled away leaving something cold and stony and sharp in its place. “Did you finish?”
A hum in the affirmative. Daniel stood up. Shocked, Alexander let him go, hands trailing reluctantly over him as he moved away.
“Daniel.”
He stopped in the doorway.
“You ruined your dress.”
Daniel paled and turned to flee to his rooms, the baron’s sated laughter chasing after him.