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silversolitaireI know that it probably doesn't make much sense anyway, since all the characters and the background is missing, but I just want to post these snippets here, because I sorta like them really much... ^_^. If anyone desperately wants to know, I can post an explanation later on. But I doubt it... hehehe.
This is how Valentine picks up someone. He's still got it!
* * * * *
The business was obviously going well in the Pleasure Dome. There was barely a single prostitute that wasn't occupied with a customer, the clubs were packed with people dancing the night away and the bartenders could hardly keep up with the orders. Yes, the business was going exceptionally well. But still it brought no satisfaction to Valentine, who sat at his special table in a secluded booth and was brooding gloomily.
He twisted a half-full glass of Prosecco between his long fingers as he watched the glistening twisting bodies on the dance floor. People shouldn't dance so much. That made them too tired for sex. Valentine snorted and gulped down the rest of his drink. He made a mental note to analyze this question carefully later on.
But not right now. Right now he didn't feel like bothering about this at all. Alexander probably was getting ready to be with Amadeo this very minute. Damn them all to hell…
His listless glance fell on Smaragd who was gracefully moving through the raving masses. He wore a glass green robe of translucent fabric that clung to his slender body. He had his hair fashioned in a way that it covered the left half of his face which made him look even more seductive. Looks like he was out to kill tonight.
Valentine sneered when he watched Smaragd stop and talk to a man at the bar who seemed to be interested. How was Smaragd going to make love to him without messing up his hair? Valentine considered for a moment walking over there and spoiling his assistant's fun, but then decided that it was too much of a hassle and not really worth it.
How terribly, utterly boring this evening was! Valentine moaned like a cat and lasciviously stretched out on the sofa-like seat. He could feel many eyes on him and smiled inwardly. He still hadn't lost it. He knew that. He could have them all, if he only wanted to. But he didn't. He wanted only one…
This thought sobered him at once. Just why, why, why was he so stupid? Pining for someone he couldn't get… pathetic. Valentine sat up and continued to glower.
Why did he put up with this? He didn't need that! He knew that could have any of these men out there in the night. The touch of his magical hands was addicting for it made them feel their pleasure by a tenfold stronger. This had always been his secret. There was no emotion that he couldn't amplify. He used his ability to increase his slaves' discomfort, to make them feel bad about themselves and use their anguish for his own advantage.
His customers had loved it as well. He still smiled at the memory of them throwing back their heads and crying out in ecstasy when he put his hands on their backs to send a powerful climax up their spines that made them pass out.
Yes… he still could have them all…
And what did he do? He returned home every night, to a tiny room in the Laertes Mansion although he owned a luxurious home himself. But still, he came back there, to the room he occupied ever since he had been the body servant to Alexander's father, just because it was connected to the master's bedroom by a secret passage. A passage that Alexander hardly ever used.
Suddenly, Valentine felt the need to prove himself. He didn't need crave for Alexander every night. He could have them all! Who cares if he couldn't have one?
Filled with determination, Valentine got up and plunged into the crowd. One of them would be it. Someone who would fuck him all night long and get fucked. Someone who didn't resemble Alexander in the slightest.
Prowling through the sea of men, Valentine checked out and dismissed potential lovers at a glance, just like he did when he selected from the latest shipment of slaves. He didn't want a local, someone who'd know him too well, maybe even know his dilemma. No, he wanted fresh meat that had a mind of its own and would resist when he tried to dominate it.
Valentine stopped, his body tense with predatory instincts when his eyes fell on a man sitting at one of the tables. His punky black hair with one silver strand that fell into his eyes, covered by a pair of glasses. He was clad mostly in black, apart from the silver vest and collar. Was he a docile? If so, then he was of no interest to Valentine. He was handsome enough to be taken to bed, though. The curious clothes branded him a foreigner and the vacant stare either stoned or drunk. Or maybe both. He might be perfect. There was only one way to find out.
With a sensuous smile on his face, Valentine approached him, his slinking walk leaving no room for doubt about his intentions. The man lifted his head and looked at him drowsily when Valentine sat down next to him, their thighs touching.
"Alone?" Valentine asked huskily.
"Mmh..." was the reply.
Valentine lifted the hand without the glove and let it run over the panels of metal that covered the man's chest. An armor suit? Feeling intrigued, he let his hand slip down to the naked skin and rubbed over the taut stomach. "Care for company?"
The stranger directed a pair of glassy golden eyes at him. "Don't mind."
"Excellent…" Valentine reached between the man's legs and cupped the bulge he found there. Excellent indeed. Enough to feast on for the night. The man fidgeted and moaned. Valentine sighed, too, loving the feeling of being seductive again. But there was one more thing he needed to find out… He took a finger of his other hand and let it run over the collar. "Why are you wearing this?"
With a growl, the man pulled back his head, the hair falling into his face. "None of your fucking business."
"Don't be so beastly…" Valentine purred, rubbing down the other man's neck and pushing his fingers past the neckline. His fingers barely scraped over something rough on the stranger's chest before his hand was yanked back again.
"If you touch me there, I'll kill you…" he snarled.
Valentine's eyes widened in excitement. Perfect. He slid one thigh across the stranger's lap, pressing his own arousal against his thighs while rubbing the hardness that he still held in a firm grasp. Carefully, he sent a dose of his magic into the other man's body. 'Yes… want me… you want me… you do…' he repeated in his mind when he felt the man respond.
"Strong man," Valentine purred, his wrist still caught in the stranger's brutal grip.
As if noticing this circumstance just now, his prey looked at Valentine's hand curiously, then brought it to his lips and sucked in two of his fingers, caressing them with his tongue.
Valentine hadn't been prepared for this, but he liked it. Very much. He moaned lustfully and pressed his body closer against the other one's. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from the stranger's mouth and rubbed them against the full lips, making them shine. He leaned forward to capture them in a slow, deep kiss.
When their lips parted, Valentine whispered into the man's ear, "Wanna fuck?"
A nod was the initial answer. Then he licked his lips and muttered, "How much?"
Valentine smiled sexily. "This is your lucky day. I'm just like you, out for a fuck. I won't cost you a penny. I just want your cock." He pulled back his hand that was still caught between the man's thighs and got up, one hand on his hip, the other one stretched out invitingly.
"I'm Valentine. Come with me."
* * * * *
The boy he'd selected for the night was beautiful. With his long, raven hair, he possessed the most alluring hips and ass he'd seen in Club Calixis. Alexander thought he'd made a good choice when he asked him to come home with him. The boy walked with arrogance, with a posture he knew to be that of kings and queens. He was a pretended noble, in that little mind of his, perfect for Alexander.
"My god, you're fucking sweet," the boy said. He's sprawled into one of the numerous sofas in the room. "Is this house all yours?"
Alexander didn't bother to answer, flicking the light on the moment he closed the door to his room. He watched the light flicker into brightness slowly, then regulated its intensity. He wanted to keep the room in semi darkness; he found that to be more arousing. He watched the boy slider across the room, thrusting his hips left and right, and casting Alexander a seductive look.
"The house's mine," Alexander said. "All of it is mine. Belonged to my father before me, and to my grandfather."
"God bless all the pretty, rich loriatu," the boy said. He faced Alexander, and watched him mix a few drinks by the bar. Opal furniture decorated the room, curved deliciously into strange patterns. What had Alexander's interior decorator meant by inventing so many curves and shafts along the walls and on the tables? The prostitute smiled, delighted by the effect of the lights and the windows, which lined the eastern part of the room. Alexander's bed, with its velvet covers and pillows, seduced him quietly.
"You are a king," he said, as Alexander brought him the drink. He flashed him a sly smile, licking the glass sensuously. Quite suddenly, the licking got harder and he was upon Alexander, licking his mouth and face.
Alexander kept looking at the boy, holding his stare. He was careful not to spill his drink, but he returned the kiss when it came, and opened his mouth to allow the boy's tongue to come inside him. Soon, he felt the boy's mouth on his neck and traveling down his chest, the boy removing his clothes with fast fluttering hands. He moaned, and then sipped his drink. And stood in the middle of his chamber room, surrounded by beauty, being kissed and fondled by beauty, drinking.
"Oh, God!" he moaned as the boy took his penis into his mouth. He felt the surge of heat travel across his body, and explode in his brain.
… only makes me hornier. It was a random thought. Distracted by the sudden invasion of his mind, Alexander spilt some of his drink. He frowned. Why in blazes had a sudden, rampant thought from Valentine's brain crossed the halls of his mansion, and invaded his mind? The boy at his feet continue to suck his organ, lapping at his balls like a dog, while his hands pressed his ass. But, Alexander had been distracted. He wasn't enjoying it as much anymore.
I'll gladly strip it off your body with my teeth. Another thought. With a hiss, Alexander shook his body, as if trying to shake away a bothersome fly.
"What's wrong?" The boy looked up at his master, wondering if he'd been unsatisfactory. "Am I doing something wrong?"
To his surprise, and anger, Alexander wasn't paying attention to him. He crossed the room and headed toward his windows. He was a funny sight, half naked, his member exposed, a half finished drink in his hand, a puzzled look on his face.
"Valentine…?" Alexander felt his whisper caught in his throat.
"What's wrong?" the boy insisted. He stared at Alexander with deep longing, his hand around his own erected penis. He's been so delicious, he'd hate to have his moment spoiled.
"Shut up," Alexander hissed. He tried to concentrate, to capture the waves that invaded the house. Somewhere out there, among the many halls and rooms of his manor, walked his pimp. With someone? Who? Alexander closed his eyes, forcing his mental abilities to search the premises. He could feel the house fade away, a clear map begin to shape itself in his mind.
Thin, blue lines outlined each room, each hall. He heard the voices of his servants, caught the stray thoughts of every person he came across as he searched the manor.
… that floor would need to be polished at least twelve times … to feed the cat … members can't compete without a license … you know why … every time I get the same result … separate the whites from the colors … you make me sick …tomorrow will be better…
Alexander shook his head. So many thoughts. He tried to focus his mind, to separate the mundane mental images of the living monstrosities that occupied his home, and to hunt down the pimp. Valentine, he though, caught in his search as if it were a fever. Where are you? He clenched his teeth, biting his lip. "Valentine…"
With an impatient tug at his pants, hiding his member with a jerk, Alexander headed towards a door he'd seldom used anymore. "Where are you going?" The prostitute called after him. Without a look at the boy, Alexander opened the door he knew he'd find hiding secretly behind a few adequately arranged pillows. The door that lead to Valentine's chambers.
* * * * *
Somehow, Valentine was even grateful that his lover-to-be was already zoned out like that. That way he didn't have to feel embarrassed about his humble abode. Of course, he could have brought the stranger to his City house, but then his slaves and trainees would have seen him and for some strange reason he didn't want them to know that he actually had picked up someone. Call it imperialistic pride…
All the while his purple coach had rattled through the streets towards the Laertes Mansion, Valentine had taken special care to keep his prey occupied and not too interested in their destination. He supplied him handsomely with his 150 year old champagne, although this barbarian didn't even appreciate it. He just gulped it down in one go, this precious beverage that Valentine liked to refer to as Tears of the Gods.
But, no matter… he would make him pay back every single drop of it…
When the coach finally pulled up on the courtyard of the Laertes residence, Valentine had his precious cargo taken to his rooms directly by one of his guards. Alexander wouldn't be home yet anyway. Nobody would disturb them.
He closed the door behind them, turning the key in the lock. Reaching for the golden cord, he switched on the light in his tiny apartment. He called it tiny, although any other person, even his own kind, would call it rather spacious. But to him it was tiny anyway, for he was used to the best. He had been the lover of kings. He had even been called to introduce the Emperor's son into the pleasure of the flesh, way back then. Ah, the old times.
"Get yourself comfortable, my dear," Valentine chirped while he walked around in the room, switching on and off different lamps to create the perfect mood.
Dante watched him out of blurry eyes, squinting to stay focused on the dandy guy who swished around in this purplish-pinkish room. Why was he here again? He noticed how difficult it was for him to stand and took hold of a chair to steady himself.
With a seductive smile, Valentine turned to him. "Now, my lovely raven. Why don't you get out of your martial attire and get comfy?" He came closer, running his hand over the patches of naked skin on his own body. "Don't mind if I do…"
With that, he reached for his neckline and pushed the material off his shoulder. The whole intricate construction of satin and leather slid off his lean body in a soft rustle and he stepped out of the pile of cloth. Valentine smiled at Dante's hungry glance. "Like what you see?"
At Dante's nod, he came closer, taking the other man's hands and putting them around his waist. "Did I tell you that tough guys turn me on?" He trust his hips forward, grinding them against Dante's leather-clad crotch. "So, if you don't get out of your clothes, I don't mind… it only makes me hornier. And I'll gladly strip it off your body with my teeth."
He started moving towards the bed, pushing the rather unresisting man in front of him. When his prey's hit the side of the bed, Valentine purred happily in anticipation. He reached for his raven's belt to unbuckle it. He couldn't help squealing in surprise when the other man grabbed his wrists and bent them back forcefully.
"Don't. Touch. My. Stuff."
Valentine winced both in pain and excitement. "Now, now, warrior. How can I make hot passionate love to you if you won't let me take off your clothes?" Instead of answering, the black raven swayed softly, the champagne and whatever he had pumped into his body before that finally doing their work.
With a wicked smile, Valentine twisted his arms out of the raven's rather weak grip and put his hands around the other man's ass, squeezing the muscular cheeks. He let go another volley of his magic, not at all subtle this time. This guy was so smashed, he would never know and Valentine wanted the most forceful effect.
The result was immediate. The dark warrior moaned softly and looked at him, helpless and full of questions. Valentine knew this look, a lust so strong that you couldn't understand it and you only hoped that the other one would release you before you go crazy. Feeling generous today, Valentine pushed against his prey's chest and shoved him onto the bed.
Before Dante could move, Valentine had straddled his hips, pinning him onto the mattress.
"And now, off with the clothes…" Licking his lips in anticipation, Valentine reached for the raven's belt and unbuckled it, this time without resistance. It fell to the floor without attracting much attention as Valentine proceeded to work on Dante's pants. "You can leave your pants on, if you want to. I like that…"
Finally, he had freed the other man's erection and took a look between his legs. "Nice…" he whispered huskily. Feeling the reassuring touch of arousal skin-to-skin, the reached to the warrior's sides, opening the leather straps that held the armorpiece on.
"No… don't…" Dante moaned helplessly, but Valentine didn't listen. With flying fingers he finished his job and pulled the silver panel off the other one's chest and flung it to the floor with a loud "clunk".
"There… only cloth, skin and me…" he whispered, running his hands up and down the black fabric that covered the warrior's chest. His hands felt the rough part again and he frowned. Carefully, he pulled down the neckline.
His eyes widened. "Oh my… that's quite a scar…" He stared at the scar that spread out all over Dante's chest, cutting through the white skin in a strange ramification that looked like some ritual pattern. Dante moaned and bucked his hips, too spaced out to register anything.
But further investigation was prevented. Suddenly, a door opened that Valentine hadn't taken into consideration at all when he had prepared their little tête-à-tête. It was the door to the secret passage.
* * * * *
This is how Valentine picks up someone. He's still got it!
The business was obviously going well in the Pleasure Dome. There was barely a single prostitute that wasn't occupied with a customer, the clubs were packed with people dancing the night away and the bartenders could hardly keep up with the orders. Yes, the business was going exceptionally well. But still it brought no satisfaction to Valentine, who sat at his special table in a secluded booth and was brooding gloomily.
He twisted a half-full glass of Prosecco between his long fingers as he watched the glistening twisting bodies on the dance floor. People shouldn't dance so much. That made them too tired for sex. Valentine snorted and gulped down the rest of his drink. He made a mental note to analyze this question carefully later on.
But not right now. Right now he didn't feel like bothering about this at all. Alexander probably was getting ready to be with Amadeo this very minute. Damn them all to hell…
His listless glance fell on Smaragd who was gracefully moving through the raving masses. He wore a glass green robe of translucent fabric that clung to his slender body. He had his hair fashioned in a way that it covered the left half of his face which made him look even more seductive. Looks like he was out to kill tonight.
Valentine sneered when he watched Smaragd stop and talk to a man at the bar who seemed to be interested. How was Smaragd going to make love to him without messing up his hair? Valentine considered for a moment walking over there and spoiling his assistant's fun, but then decided that it was too much of a hassle and not really worth it.
How terribly, utterly boring this evening was! Valentine moaned like a cat and lasciviously stretched out on the sofa-like seat. He could feel many eyes on him and smiled inwardly. He still hadn't lost it. He knew that. He could have them all, if he only wanted to. But he didn't. He wanted only one…
This thought sobered him at once. Just why, why, why was he so stupid? Pining for someone he couldn't get… pathetic. Valentine sat up and continued to glower.
Why did he put up with this? He didn't need that! He knew that could have any of these men out there in the night. The touch of his magical hands was addicting for it made them feel their pleasure by a tenfold stronger. This had always been his secret. There was no emotion that he couldn't amplify. He used his ability to increase his slaves' discomfort, to make them feel bad about themselves and use their anguish for his own advantage.
His customers had loved it as well. He still smiled at the memory of them throwing back their heads and crying out in ecstasy when he put his hands on their backs to send a powerful climax up their spines that made them pass out.
Yes… he still could have them all…
And what did he do? He returned home every night, to a tiny room in the Laertes Mansion although he owned a luxurious home himself. But still, he came back there, to the room he occupied ever since he had been the body servant to Alexander's father, just because it was connected to the master's bedroom by a secret passage. A passage that Alexander hardly ever used.
Suddenly, Valentine felt the need to prove himself. He didn't need crave for Alexander every night. He could have them all! Who cares if he couldn't have one?
Filled with determination, Valentine got up and plunged into the crowd. One of them would be it. Someone who would fuck him all night long and get fucked. Someone who didn't resemble Alexander in the slightest.
Prowling through the sea of men, Valentine checked out and dismissed potential lovers at a glance, just like he did when he selected from the latest shipment of slaves. He didn't want a local, someone who'd know him too well, maybe even know his dilemma. No, he wanted fresh meat that had a mind of its own and would resist when he tried to dominate it.
Valentine stopped, his body tense with predatory instincts when his eyes fell on a man sitting at one of the tables. His punky black hair with one silver strand that fell into his eyes, covered by a pair of glasses. He was clad mostly in black, apart from the silver vest and collar. Was he a docile? If so, then he was of no interest to Valentine. He was handsome enough to be taken to bed, though. The curious clothes branded him a foreigner and the vacant stare either stoned or drunk. Or maybe both. He might be perfect. There was only one way to find out.
With a sensuous smile on his face, Valentine approached him, his slinking walk leaving no room for doubt about his intentions. The man lifted his head and looked at him drowsily when Valentine sat down next to him, their thighs touching.
"Alone?" Valentine asked huskily.
"Mmh..." was the reply.
Valentine lifted the hand without the glove and let it run over the panels of metal that covered the man's chest. An armor suit? Feeling intrigued, he let his hand slip down to the naked skin and rubbed over the taut stomach. "Care for company?"
The stranger directed a pair of glassy golden eyes at him. "Don't mind."
"Excellent…" Valentine reached between the man's legs and cupped the bulge he found there. Excellent indeed. Enough to feast on for the night. The man fidgeted and moaned. Valentine sighed, too, loving the feeling of being seductive again. But there was one more thing he needed to find out… He took a finger of his other hand and let it run over the collar. "Why are you wearing this?"
With a growl, the man pulled back his head, the hair falling into his face. "None of your fucking business."
"Don't be so beastly…" Valentine purred, rubbing down the other man's neck and pushing his fingers past the neckline. His fingers barely scraped over something rough on the stranger's chest before his hand was yanked back again.
"If you touch me there, I'll kill you…" he snarled.
Valentine's eyes widened in excitement. Perfect. He slid one thigh across the stranger's lap, pressing his own arousal against his thighs while rubbing the hardness that he still held in a firm grasp. Carefully, he sent a dose of his magic into the other man's body. 'Yes… want me… you want me… you do…' he repeated in his mind when he felt the man respond.
"Strong man," Valentine purred, his wrist still caught in the stranger's brutal grip.
As if noticing this circumstance just now, his prey looked at Valentine's hand curiously, then brought it to his lips and sucked in two of his fingers, caressing them with his tongue.
Valentine hadn't been prepared for this, but he liked it. Very much. He moaned lustfully and pressed his body closer against the other one's. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from the stranger's mouth and rubbed them against the full lips, making them shine. He leaned forward to capture them in a slow, deep kiss.
When their lips parted, Valentine whispered into the man's ear, "Wanna fuck?"
A nod was the initial answer. Then he licked his lips and muttered, "How much?"
Valentine smiled sexily. "This is your lucky day. I'm just like you, out for a fuck. I won't cost you a penny. I just want your cock." He pulled back his hand that was still caught between the man's thighs and got up, one hand on his hip, the other one stretched out invitingly.
"I'm Valentine. Come with me."
The boy he'd selected for the night was beautiful. With his long, raven hair, he possessed the most alluring hips and ass he'd seen in Club Calixis. Alexander thought he'd made a good choice when he asked him to come home with him. The boy walked with arrogance, with a posture he knew to be that of kings and queens. He was a pretended noble, in that little mind of his, perfect for Alexander.
"My god, you're fucking sweet," the boy said. He's sprawled into one of the numerous sofas in the room. "Is this house all yours?"
Alexander didn't bother to answer, flicking the light on the moment he closed the door to his room. He watched the light flicker into brightness slowly, then regulated its intensity. He wanted to keep the room in semi darkness; he found that to be more arousing. He watched the boy slider across the room, thrusting his hips left and right, and casting Alexander a seductive look.
"The house's mine," Alexander said. "All of it is mine. Belonged to my father before me, and to my grandfather."
"God bless all the pretty, rich loriatu," the boy said. He faced Alexander, and watched him mix a few drinks by the bar. Opal furniture decorated the room, curved deliciously into strange patterns. What had Alexander's interior decorator meant by inventing so many curves and shafts along the walls and on the tables? The prostitute smiled, delighted by the effect of the lights and the windows, which lined the eastern part of the room. Alexander's bed, with its velvet covers and pillows, seduced him quietly.
"You are a king," he said, as Alexander brought him the drink. He flashed him a sly smile, licking the glass sensuously. Quite suddenly, the licking got harder and he was upon Alexander, licking his mouth and face.
Alexander kept looking at the boy, holding his stare. He was careful not to spill his drink, but he returned the kiss when it came, and opened his mouth to allow the boy's tongue to come inside him. Soon, he felt the boy's mouth on his neck and traveling down his chest, the boy removing his clothes with fast fluttering hands. He moaned, and then sipped his drink. And stood in the middle of his chamber room, surrounded by beauty, being kissed and fondled by beauty, drinking.
"Oh, God!" he moaned as the boy took his penis into his mouth. He felt the surge of heat travel across his body, and explode in his brain.
… only makes me hornier. It was a random thought. Distracted by the sudden invasion of his mind, Alexander spilt some of his drink. He frowned. Why in blazes had a sudden, rampant thought from Valentine's brain crossed the halls of his mansion, and invaded his mind? The boy at his feet continue to suck his organ, lapping at his balls like a dog, while his hands pressed his ass. But, Alexander had been distracted. He wasn't enjoying it as much anymore.
I'll gladly strip it off your body with my teeth. Another thought. With a hiss, Alexander shook his body, as if trying to shake away a bothersome fly.
"What's wrong?" The boy looked up at his master, wondering if he'd been unsatisfactory. "Am I doing something wrong?"
To his surprise, and anger, Alexander wasn't paying attention to him. He crossed the room and headed toward his windows. He was a funny sight, half naked, his member exposed, a half finished drink in his hand, a puzzled look on his face.
"Valentine…?" Alexander felt his whisper caught in his throat.
"What's wrong?" the boy insisted. He stared at Alexander with deep longing, his hand around his own erected penis. He's been so delicious, he'd hate to have his moment spoiled.
"Shut up," Alexander hissed. He tried to concentrate, to capture the waves that invaded the house. Somewhere out there, among the many halls and rooms of his manor, walked his pimp. With someone? Who? Alexander closed his eyes, forcing his mental abilities to search the premises. He could feel the house fade away, a clear map begin to shape itself in his mind.
Thin, blue lines outlined each room, each hall. He heard the voices of his servants, caught the stray thoughts of every person he came across as he searched the manor.
… that floor would need to be polished at least twelve times … to feed the cat … members can't compete without a license … you know why … every time I get the same result … separate the whites from the colors … you make me sick …tomorrow will be better…
Alexander shook his head. So many thoughts. He tried to focus his mind, to separate the mundane mental images of the living monstrosities that occupied his home, and to hunt down the pimp. Valentine, he though, caught in his search as if it were a fever. Where are you? He clenched his teeth, biting his lip. "Valentine…"
With an impatient tug at his pants, hiding his member with a jerk, Alexander headed towards a door he'd seldom used anymore. "Where are you going?" The prostitute called after him. Without a look at the boy, Alexander opened the door he knew he'd find hiding secretly behind a few adequately arranged pillows. The door that lead to Valentine's chambers.
Somehow, Valentine was even grateful that his lover-to-be was already zoned out like that. That way he didn't have to feel embarrassed about his humble abode. Of course, he could have brought the stranger to his City house, but then his slaves and trainees would have seen him and for some strange reason he didn't want them to know that he actually had picked up someone. Call it imperialistic pride…
All the while his purple coach had rattled through the streets towards the Laertes Mansion, Valentine had taken special care to keep his prey occupied and not too interested in their destination. He supplied him handsomely with his 150 year old champagne, although this barbarian didn't even appreciate it. He just gulped it down in one go, this precious beverage that Valentine liked to refer to as Tears of the Gods.
But, no matter… he would make him pay back every single drop of it…
When the coach finally pulled up on the courtyard of the Laertes residence, Valentine had his precious cargo taken to his rooms directly by one of his guards. Alexander wouldn't be home yet anyway. Nobody would disturb them.
He closed the door behind them, turning the key in the lock. Reaching for the golden cord, he switched on the light in his tiny apartment. He called it tiny, although any other person, even his own kind, would call it rather spacious. But to him it was tiny anyway, for he was used to the best. He had been the lover of kings. He had even been called to introduce the Emperor's son into the pleasure of the flesh, way back then. Ah, the old times.
"Get yourself comfortable, my dear," Valentine chirped while he walked around in the room, switching on and off different lamps to create the perfect mood.
Dante watched him out of blurry eyes, squinting to stay focused on the dandy guy who swished around in this purplish-pinkish room. Why was he here again? He noticed how difficult it was for him to stand and took hold of a chair to steady himself.
With a seductive smile, Valentine turned to him. "Now, my lovely raven. Why don't you get out of your martial attire and get comfy?" He came closer, running his hand over the patches of naked skin on his own body. "Don't mind if I do…"
With that, he reached for his neckline and pushed the material off his shoulder. The whole intricate construction of satin and leather slid off his lean body in a soft rustle and he stepped out of the pile of cloth. Valentine smiled at Dante's hungry glance. "Like what you see?"
At Dante's nod, he came closer, taking the other man's hands and putting them around his waist. "Did I tell you that tough guys turn me on?" He trust his hips forward, grinding them against Dante's leather-clad crotch. "So, if you don't get out of your clothes, I don't mind… it only makes me hornier. And I'll gladly strip it off your body with my teeth."
He started moving towards the bed, pushing the rather unresisting man in front of him. When his prey's hit the side of the bed, Valentine purred happily in anticipation. He reached for his raven's belt to unbuckle it. He couldn't help squealing in surprise when the other man grabbed his wrists and bent them back forcefully.
"Don't. Touch. My. Stuff."
Valentine winced both in pain and excitement. "Now, now, warrior. How can I make hot passionate love to you if you won't let me take off your clothes?" Instead of answering, the black raven swayed softly, the champagne and whatever he had pumped into his body before that finally doing their work.
With a wicked smile, Valentine twisted his arms out of the raven's rather weak grip and put his hands around the other man's ass, squeezing the muscular cheeks. He let go another volley of his magic, not at all subtle this time. This guy was so smashed, he would never know and Valentine wanted the most forceful effect.
The result was immediate. The dark warrior moaned softly and looked at him, helpless and full of questions. Valentine knew this look, a lust so strong that you couldn't understand it and you only hoped that the other one would release you before you go crazy. Feeling generous today, Valentine pushed against his prey's chest and shoved him onto the bed.
Before Dante could move, Valentine had straddled his hips, pinning him onto the mattress.
"And now, off with the clothes…" Licking his lips in anticipation, Valentine reached for the raven's belt and unbuckled it, this time without resistance. It fell to the floor without attracting much attention as Valentine proceeded to work on Dante's pants. "You can leave your pants on, if you want to. I like that…"
Finally, he had freed the other man's erection and took a look between his legs. "Nice…" he whispered huskily. Feeling the reassuring touch of arousal skin-to-skin, the reached to the warrior's sides, opening the leather straps that held the armorpiece on.
"No… don't…" Dante moaned helplessly, but Valentine didn't listen. With flying fingers he finished his job and pulled the silver panel off the other one's chest and flung it to the floor with a loud "clunk".
"There… only cloth, skin and me…" he whispered, running his hands up and down the black fabric that covered the warrior's chest. His hands felt the rough part again and he frowned. Carefully, he pulled down the neckline.
His eyes widened. "Oh my… that's quite a scar…" He stared at the scar that spread out all over Dante's chest, cutting through the white skin in a strange ramification that looked like some ritual pattern. Dante moaned and bucked his hips, too spaced out to register anything.
But further investigation was prevented. Suddenly, a door opened that Valentine hadn't taken into consideration at all when he had prepared their little tête-à-tête. It was the door to the secret passage.
