melodywilde (melodywilde) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2007-09-20 08:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: melodywilde, f: dragon quest viii, p: angelo/marcello, september 20 |
Whore, Dragon Quest VIII (Marcello/Angelo)
Am I allowed to use this space to with dragovianknight a very happy birthday?
Title: Whore
Author: melodywilde
Rating: R+, maybe NC-17
Warnings: male prostitution
Word count: 1,461
September 20 – Prompt #7, Dragon Quest VIII, Marcello/Angelo: prostitution/selling oneself to survive - "I wish I could say it was a surprise to find you this way."
Whore
by Melody Wilde
The brothel was filthy, poorly lit, and utterly depressing. It was not at all the sort of establishment he would choose to frequent, but he was here on a mission. A quest of sorts.
He tucked his elbows in close to his sides so he would not accidentally touch the wall, and followed the madam down the narrow hallway. She stopped in front of a door at the end and turned to him with a leer.
“Here you are, love.”
He nodded his thanks and dug into a pocket for her fee.
“I can’t believe a handsome gent like you would want the likes of him.” She sidled closer. “Sure you wouldn’t like to give me a ride? I can show you things—”
“No.” He pressed the payment into her hand.
With a sigh of disappointment, she closed her fingers around the coins and reached back to unlock the door. “In you go then, love. I’ll be back in half an hour.”
He nodded and stepped inside the room.
The lights were dim, but there was enough illumination to show him immediately that the thin, worn creature sitting on the bed was the one he sought.
“So. It’s true.”
He wasn’t aware he had spoken aloud, but the bent head snapped up and weary eyes met his. Blue to green, green to blue.
“I wish I could say it was a surprise to find you this way, but I heard stories...”
“What are you doing here?” The voice was low, rasping.
“They told me at the tavern that my...brother was servicing men in the lowest whorehouse in Pickham.”
“And you wanted to see for yourself.”
“Yes.”
“So have you come to gloat or to save me from myself?”
“Neither. I’ve come to fuck you.”
Eyes widened and lips parted, but the man on the bed bit back whatever he had wanted to say. Instead, he gave a quick nod of his head. “As you wish. I am yours for the next half hour to do with as you please. Do you want my ass or my mouth?”
“I think both.”
“As you wish,” he repeated, sliding from the bed, dropping to his knees, and reaching for the fastenings on the trousers. In a heartbeat, they were open and pooling on the floor.
“Efficient.”
There was no reply. He watched as the hands which had so deftly opened his clothing raised to cup and lift, then grasp his cock.
At first, when he had decided to come here to see for himself, this was not what he had intended. He had meant only to jeer—to show his superiority. But somehow the sight of this enemy, reduced to these terrible circumstances, had made him change those plans the second he’d walked through the door.
The fingers were skilled, a skill speaking of much practice. The mouth was even more skilled. With a single movement, he was engulfed, swallowed whole, taken so deeply that there were lips pressing against his body. The sensation almost made him dizzy with need.
The other man began to move, mouth sliding down the shaft to the tip, where the tongue swirled and tasted and teased, then up again, taking him in fully once more. Down, up, down. He was harder than he would have believed possible. He brought a hand up, tangled it in the loose hair to stop the movements.
“Slowly. I don’t want this to end too soon. I want to be sure I get my money’s worth.” He took a step backward, freeing himself. “I think I’m ready for your ass now.”
“Then perhaps we should undress. You wouldn’t want your clothing to be soiled.”
“No. I wouldn’t want to sully my uniform.” He turned to the pegs on the wall; amazingly, they were cleaner than the rest of the room. He stripped off his gloves first, then, piece by piece, his Templars uniform. His brother watched him disrobe with something very like longing in his eyes.
He did not deceive himself into thinking that the desire was for him. With a smile, he shook out the caped coat and let dangle enticingly for a moment before hanging it with the rest of his garments.
Naked, he turned and gestured. “And you.”
He removed his clothing—a tattered shirt and worn trousers—without rising. He was thin, far too thin, a thinness that spoke of starvation. There were bruises mottling his body, some new, some almost faded away. And there were long scars, as if from a whip, crossing his back and chest. Two of the marks were still bleeding.
“How long have you been here?”
“Do you care?”
He seized the chin, jerking it upward, reveling in the power he held. “Answer the question, whore.”
The eyes flashed defiantly for half a heartbeat, then faded back to dull acceptance. “Seven months.”
“Over half a year. And how many men have had you in those seven months?”
“I don’t know.”
His grip tightened. “How many men do you service every night? One? Two? More?”
“More.” The word was barely audible.
“And tonight? Am I the first tonight?”
“No.”
That explained the fresh wounds. He lowered his hand. “Get on the bed.”
He tracked the progress, floor to bed, then snapped, “Not on your stomach. On your back. I want to look at you while I fuck you.
“As you wish.” He turned onto his back and moved into position, fingers knotting in the thin coverlet. He nodded toward the table beside the bed. “The oil is there.”
“Oil?” He raised an eyebrow. “Why would I need oil?”
“To ease...” The words trailed away.
“Why would I want to do anything that would make this easier for you?” He advanced, spreading the slender thighs, noting the bruises and teeth-scars there, as he moved between them. “Lift your ass.”
“Don’t...”
“Do you beg all your clients this way?”
“No.”
He leaned over and down, bracing on his elbows, so that his mouth was close to an ear. “I am unfamiliar with this perversion,” he murmured in a tone soft as a caress and deadly as a knife to the throat. “Show me.”
The body beneath his flinched, then the hands released their death grip on the covers and moved between them. He held himself still, not helping, as his cock was caught and eased against a tight almost-opening.
“You’re being too gentle. Do it.”
Hips lifted. Fingers on either side of his erection were moving, frantically trying to open a passage as he pushed forward, inward, ruthlessly invading, ignoring the choked whimpers torn from the man beneath him, until at last he was as deep within the body as he had been within the mouth.
“Am I hurting you?” he whispered.
There was no answer. He didn’t need an answer. The pain was obvious in the taut line of jaw and neck.
And then he began to move. He thrust hard and fast and brutally, with such force that the bed shook, pounding, bruising, refusing to allow himself release and end the punishment. He wanted it to last forever.
“Dear Goddess...”
The broken words, whispered against his ear, undid him. He let go and, thrusting so deeply they both cried out, spent himself. And then he collapsed, sprawling, panting, exhausted, feeling the chest beneath his heaving with sobs.
And he smiled.
After a time he raised himself and pulled free. There was a basin of water and a cloth on the table beside the unused oil. He washed himself, cleaning away blood and semen and all traces of what he had done, then turned and, with quick, efficient movements, donned his clothing.
As he drew on his gloves, he turned slightly. Not looking at the figure on the bed, he murmured, “And now perhaps all our debts are settled.”
“Help me.” The words were so soft he might have imagined them.
“Help you?”
“Get me out of here. Please.”
He hesitated, then his expression hardened. “Once I might have done so, but not now. Not today. Enjoy your life…brother.”
He left behind the sound of anguished sobs.
* * *
“Where have you been?” Jessica came striding across the courtyard, bright tails of hair bouncing, brow lowered in a scowl. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“There was a matter I had to attend to.” He bent to press a kiss behind her ear. She swatted at him, but her mood was already lightening.
“Well I hope you’re finished because I’ve had quite enough of this town. I’m ready to get back on the road.”
Angelo draped an arm around her shoulders and began to lead her toward the stable where they had left their horses. “As you wish, my love. As you wish.”