Re: Vagrant Story, Hardin/Sydney, following orders
((part 2))
When Sydney is strung bow tight, his musk coating the air from his weeping shaft and the chasm at Hardin's lips rosy wet, he adds his fingers. He tests his lord's patience with his resistance, submitting with grace the chains of Dark that wrap around him tight in response. He is owned, possessed, his body belongs to Sydney's will. Gladly he takes the ache of arousal, the punishing edge of denied pleasure as he carefully pries Sydney open. When sharp white teeth threaten to cut through Sydney's lips, John eases forward and claims his position as the favored dog of Lea Monde's master.
There is no warning threat of silver at his back, no leather wrapped iron bruising his thighs to push him faster. Not even Sydney's voice touches him to force action. Only hard teeth in his throat and the burning hot steel or an erection on his belly tell Hardin how much his lord wants this, how badly his service is required. He gives in to the silent demands with all his will, this at least, he is practiced at.
The chains on him tighten as Sydney spends betwixt them, untouched. Hardin stills and waits, air hard in his lungs, arms straining to hold him above the smaller man. Want and Need work him over, wracking his nerves.
"I will have you this night, the entirety of this night, and all of your nights thereafter, until we are as one in the Dark." Sydney whispers, his true voice breathing over Hardin's ear, and John can only nod his servility. His throat closes on the truth, but Sydney already knows it, has always known it.
"Now, I would have you do that again. But this time, keep your eyes open."
The idiots of the Church could only pray their God was as kind as John's master, whatever pact the Dark demanded in return.