18+ Mature Manga Section
Authors note - Ok so firstly, there may be some mistakes along the way, this is a really really long post it should of been posted as two chapters, considering normally my chapters on here are something like 2000 words. This one is about 4100 so bare with me lol. I got a bit carried away.
Secondly, I really do apologize for the length, if you got bored trying to read it just let me know and ill make sure to cut it down next time. And this will be the last im writing of this thread until chapter four is up to A new beginning and a healthy surprise.
Thirdly, I hope that this turns you on as much as it turned me on writing it. Enjoy...
Alexander
His golden locks were matted, they bunched together at either side of his face. He did not look at Alexander, but instead he stood looking about the room. His gaze slowed upon the bed, it lingered no longer than a moment as he took in the fur throws. Alexander wondered what he was thinking, how he might come to know him enough so that he would understand what he felt by his reactions. But the look he had given him when he had stood outside the door, was enough to send shivers quaking up Alexander's spine. That look had not been one of genuine cool indifference, but a look of someone that had spent years practising to hide the pain that laid inside. Alexander understood this like no other, for he had mastered the art himself.
“You may sit, if you like. Have something to eat?” Alexander looked up at the man as he stepped from behind him, he had a look of confusion but then he shook his head. Alexander frowned at his new slave, surely a man this large could not afford to live on so little. He looked him over from where he stood, and those bright blue eyes watched him as though they were possesed by a fever. Alexander admired him, his skin was battered and bruised, scattered in a dozen scars, but he was so beautiful. The larger man looked away from Alexander's stare, he was looking at the bath steaming with warm water. It had probably been so very long since he had known the sensation of warm water crowding his skin. Hugging him just like Alexander wanted to.
He took a step towards him, the man did not look his way but Alexander knew that the larger man sensed his every movement. He reached out a nervous and shaky hand towards Wraith, and it come to rest against one strong finely bronzed forearm. The arm moved at his slight touch, it had the power to refuse, the power to toss him away as though he were nothing more than just a rag. But it didn't instead it come with him until his tiny hand fell along it's length and come to rest at his wrist. He took the heavy weight of that hand in his own and he moved it so that the bigger man's calloused fingers could brush against the warm scented water.
Alexander watched in silence as Wraiths eyes drifted closed at the feeling, the trust in that small action out weighed all of Alexander's fears. Slowly but carefully he reached for the sash, it was the only remaining reminder of that despicable man. But he was afraid to take it, afraid to get his hand crushed just as that man's had on the stage. His small and fragile bones would not withstand it, they would break underneath only a portion of Wraiths strength. Such strength was not human. He felt the folds of fabric against his fingertips, he held it tenderly as though one sharp movement might send the larger man bolting for the door. Wraith's eyes drifted open lazily, he looked down at Alexander and watched closely as each laboured breath hitched in his throat. He did not stop him. He did not try. Instead he watched as Alexander's little fingers worked at the knot and released the sash so it would float to the ground. Alexander kept his eyes high, despite the tingling awareness of what was just in front of him, at arms reach. It took every last ounce of his self control not to look down at the thick flesh.
He extended his arm towards the warm water as an invite for him to get in. And he noted with a smile that he wouldn't have to ask Wraith twice. It was as though he was afraid if he hesitated Alexander might change his mind, and take the opportunity away from him. But he would never have the heart to do such a thing.
He watched him crawl over the side and ease his body into the water, he had the memory of his strong muscular ass burned into his mind, it would haunt him, just as the rest of the man's body would. Alexander sat alongside the bath, he reached his hand over and toyed with a petal that floated on top of the water. He had never been in a room with another man naked before, never thought he would be given the opportunity. He couldn't understand why his own men would have him and many alike him believe that something that felt so right could be so wrong.
Wraith was watching him, he could feel the blue eyes scorching his skin. He couldn't make eye contact with those eyes, he was sure that if he did Wraith would see straight through his soul. He shifted his weight where he sat, and moved the hand that was not playing in the water to re-arrange his uncomfortable hard-on. It strained against his breeches, and was crushed awkwardly, he tried to push it down, but this only served in making it feel more sensitive. He figured the best idea would be to distract himself, and so he reached for the sponge and drenched it in the water. He lifted it out and drained it, then drowned it again. He was forced to look at the larger man now, his eyes had drifted partially shut, he looked sleepy which shouldn't be half as attractive as it was. “Sit forward” he commanded and his voice croaked as though it hadn't been used in such a long time. He hoped and prayed with everything that he was that Wraith wouldn't sense the narrowness in his voice.
Reluctantly he obeyed Alexander, but his eyes had lost their sleepy droopiness. He now watched Alexander as if the smaller boy was capable of causing him great harm. He come to sit at the end of the bath and leaned over so he could drop the warm water along Wraiths sore whip marks. He hated the ugly red marks, there were old healed scars on his back from previous beatings, and the fresh ones laid atop them. They painfully streaked his back. He drew in a sharp breath when the sponge touched against his skin and Alexander winced. “I am sorry, I just want to know their clean so they don't get infected.” But he probably knew that already.
The water trickled down the bronze skin towards the tub, the muscles beneath that skin bunched and showed Alexander the full extent of Wraiths strength. It took his breath away, that skin was so soft, so beautiful. On a moment of impulse he leaned forward, his warm breath brushed Wraiths shoulder blades. He relished in the tingling chill that run down the larger man's spine, he felt the hitched breath leave his lungs, the sound of it went straight to Alexander's groin.
He twisted where he sat. He heard the hissed breath as the sponge brushed another of Wraiths tender areas. And he pressed his mouth to those bunched muscles once more, but this time he had moved higher, high enough to feel Wraiths hair tickle his nose. The arch of the man's neck was beautiful, everything about him had Alexander wrapped about his finger. Even though he knew he was betraying his own people.
His lips parted, and he tasted the salty skin on his tongue as he sucked the bronze flesh in through his lips. He knew what he was going was wrong. He knew he should stop before things got out of hand. Before the man told Alexander he wanted him to stop, probably the only way he would know how, by crushing him. But he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to move away from the one thing he had waited years for. Just one more!.
His lips brushed the side of Wraith's neck, he felt the softness of his skin against his lips, he savoured the sensation. The warmth. His fingers thumb-led numbly with the sponge until they dropped it into the bath. They made their way to his shoulders and Alexander used Wraiths weight and sturdiness to support him as he leaned over the bath. To his surprise he was sure he had felt the larger man slump backwards, but it was possible that it was all in Alexander's mind. His nails bit into Wraiths shoulders as he held him, he wasn't steady, Wraith was swaying. No, he was. His hands shook as they covered those powerful muscles at either side of his neck. His nervousness had broken to the surface.
He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, he wanted to run. But he would have no where to go, this was his chamber, and this was where the man would still be when he returned. And he could not avoid him forever because of his stupid actions, he would have to face it at some point. He wished that the man could speak, wished that he could some way tell Alexander whether he was ok with what he had just done. He wanted to hear him moan. What if he hadn't been ok with any of that? What if Wraith would comply just because he wanted to please his new 'master'. He removed his shaking hands from the bigger man's shoulders, and he balled them into fists. His thoughts were eager to torment him. And they had succeeded this time.
He stood and angrily shoved at his jutting hard-on. It was not appropriate what he had done, the man was a stranger, he was dangerous!. He stormed over toward the fire, he could feel it's heat upon his cheeks and the eyes that threatened to spill tears. He was so stupid, so very stupid to even believe that something between him and a man that was known as invincible was even possible!. He wished that there was some way the world could swallow him whole.
Something brushed his arm. He whirled around startled only to come face to face with a wall of hard bronze chest. He gasped and stumbled backwards, he was so close, so overwhelming. One great strong hand covered his elbow, Wraith held him so he couldn't tumble backwards into the fire. He hadn't even heard him getting out of the water, surely something so big should of made at-least some noise. His eyes travelled across the larger man's body, the mud had been washed away from his skin. The glow from the fire danced across him. He looked down toward his washboard abs, but his eyes stopped abruptly at Wraith's belly button, just below his length stood to attention swollen and proud.
Alexander yelped and tried to cover his eyes, but the man held him so tightly that he would have to bend his head to do so, and Alexander knew if he did his eyes would only wander. He looked away, his cheeks were burning a bright crimson. The man was dripping water all over his floor, he hadn't bothered with trying to cover himself up or even drying himself off.
The hand that had sat at Wraith's side raised, it tangled itself in Alexander's ear length black hair. He pulled on it with enough force that Alexander was forced to tip his head back in order to ease some of the pain surging through his scalp. His lips parted in a soundless protest, he stared up in to endless smouldering blue eyes. His heart leapt in response, he could hear it thrum in his ears. Wraiths face lowered toward Alexander's, he gasped when he realized the larger man was about to kiss him. He placed his hands against his chest and pushed at him, though it was feeble, he wouldn't be able to push him away even if he wanted to. Wraith ignored him, he knew as much as Alexander did that his mind was betraying what his body wanted. He wanted to feel I'm, to touch him, to know the curves of his body more intimately. But his mind screamed no, it screamed that Wraith was only doing this because he thought it was what Alexander wanted. Even though the obvious extent of his arousal also betrayed Alexander's thoughts.
He kissed him. His lips bruised Alexander's from the force of that small action. His head burned from his grip, and Alexander's mind dizzies. He drowned in the sensation, the warmth. The force of his need made him want to crumble to his knees. He lifted the smaller man into him, he held him so tightly that it was hard for Alexander to breath, but he didn't care. His mind was completely focused on the erection that was crushed between them. He whimpered against Wraith's lips, his fingers curled against the man's chest. His grip was loosening on Alexander, seems he didn't want to snap him in half after all.
Alexander laughed against Wraiths lips, his hands had taken a mind of their own. They were brushing against the sides of his neck. Wandering their way up to his hair, he brushed the tips with his fingers. The man must of looked absolutely beautiful amongst his own people, Alexander wondered if all of them looked like this, with such fine breeding. Those perfect lips moved out of his reach, they went to his collar bone. The sensation made him feel oddly vulnerable. There was a fire burning strong in the pit of his stomach, and he didn't think it was possible but his own length swole further with his excitement, so much so that it was almost unbearably painful.
It felt like he was listening to someone else, but he wasn't, Alexander was keening to the larger man. He was feeding him every bit of encouragement his small body could muster. And it was like a drug to the bigger man, he was acting as though he had been starved for far to long, and Alexander was that finely cooked piece of meat. He was lifted from his standing position, with so much ease that it took his breath away. The fire was warm against his skin as the larger man laid him gently upon the floor and proceeded to thumb-led with buttons to Alexander's fine linen shirt. His mouth never once left him, it tease and taunted Alexander's earlobes until he writhed underneath him like some wanton teenager. It kissed the tenderness of his neck and sucked at his skin with a force Alexander knew would bruise. He bit his lips continuously until Alexander had to claw his way to breath, in return leaving angry red nail marks on Wraith's shoulders and chest.
The larger man didn't give him time to think, he denied it in every sense as he continued to overwhelm Alexander's senses. He must of guessed that Alexander might further regret what his body was now aching and begging for. His shirt slipped open, it fell to either side of Alexander's body. And then Wraith withdrew, not completely but just enough so he could get a better look at him. Alexander blushed and looked away, he was fighting against the protest building inside of him. Water from the scented bath dripped from Wraith's head and body onto Alexander's exposed flesh. He squirmed, but he couldn't decide whether he was squirming towards him so he could feel that mouth upon him again, or away from the cold droplets of water and his stare.
Wraith.. Kin..
He hadn't been able to control himself, the way he had kissed him, the way he had touched his skin, the way he had stormed away angrily. All added to why Kin was an uncontrollable mess right now. He had taken Alexander by surprise, but that had been his intention, because if he had let Alexander know he was approaching he would surely of fought him. And Kin hadn't wanted to bring the smaller man down to the floor by using force, even though it had been an option.
He hadn't spared much of a thought of the trouble he could get in for doing this how was he supposed to ignore the helplessness and the need in this small being. He would take the beating gladly. Alexander arched toward him, it took every bit of Kin's will power not to bend his head and kiss the soft skin of his neck. Instead he rested the palm of his hand against Alexander's stomach, he pressed enough to still the writhing youth. And then he leaned forward, he pressed the tip of his tongue to one rosy nipple, and lazily run his tongue along it. He bathed in the small cry they was uttered from Alexander's lips, his hands had buried in Kin's hair and he cradled his head against him. Kin's hands run down the slender little body beneath him, he was being as careful as he could possibly be in order not the crush him, but he knew Alexander could feel a lot of his weight and it wasn't bothering him in the slightest.
Kin turned his attention to the other nipple, he lapped at it and smiled at the startled cry that reached Alexander's lips. His hands had found their way to Alexander's breeches, he tugged them open and felt the boy beneath him stiffen, so he stopped. He too his mouth away from that tortured nipple, and he bought one hand up to tip Alexander's head back towards the floor. He used the pad of his thumb to rub against the vulnerable windpipe of Alexander's throat. He kissed him and run his tongue along Alexander's lips he wanted entrance into his mouth and he got it when the hand still at his breeches brushed against the tip of his length. His lips parted as he whimpered against Kin's lips and Kin sought to exploit this moment by touching Alexander tongue with his own. He gripped at Kin so desperately that it was painful. His hand was now firmly against the aching length restrained by the breeches, he wanted to free it, he needed to feel the warm soft skin against the palm of his hand. He wanted him so completely that it would be impossible for Alexander to ever look at him the same way again. Alexander's tongue battled against his own for dominance, and Kin took this moment while he was distracted to free his manhood from his breeches. When it was freed it was impossible for Kin to keep his attention on that mouth. His mind had wandered to the hips that bucked up into his palm.
He gasped as the soft skin slid along the palm of his hand, he hadn't expected Alexander to do that. But he was so desperate that Kin needed not move, his hips were moving from the floor in a slow steady pace, he was ------- the large hand that gripped the swollen length tightly. He moaned, his breathing had become heavy, almost like there was no breath there at all. Kin could feel the blood pump through that length, it throbbed against his palm. He had to stop him, he new that if he didn't Alexander would cum against his palm, and as odd as it seemed that was not what Kin wanted, he wanted to taste the salty pre-cum at the back of his throat.
He left him go, and those beautiful lips uttered a protest to the withdrawal of Kin's hand. He felt those little muscles bunch underneath him as he started to move down his body, he littered his skin with kisses to try and calm him, his tiny hands tangled in Kin's hair and pulled at him, but there was nothing he could do, Kin was going to taste him whether he wanted it or not. He secured both of his hands against Alexander's hips, he didn't want him getting to eager like he had done with Kin's palm. He protested and writhed against the floor, Kin held him against the floor, he wasn't going anywhere fast, he couldn't deny wanting this because his length throbbed just beyond his lips.
The boy looked down at him with those big brown eyes, they were eager and filled with lust but there was something else that lived underneath something Kin couldn't put his finger to. He ignored it, along with the hands that were pulling at his hair. He knew that those fingers were torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. But Kin found his lips pressed against the base of that swollen length despite what he might of wanted. He run is tongue along it's length until it licked the Pre-cum from the tip, and he used one powerful hand to hold the base so he could take the reddened swollen tip into his mouth. The hands in his hair loosened immediately, Alexander twisted and the cooing had started all over again. Kin looked up at the boy babbling incoherently as he took him deeper into the depth of his mouth, the warm flesh slid across his tongue so easily, it felt so filling, so right, so insanely good that if it was all that was offered he could spend his life doing just this.
He tasted him at the back of his throat, felt the insistent pressure as it travelled to a depths no erection had before. He gagged. Alexander groaned, it was wild and Animalistic. His head had shot forward and his eyes were wide and fever bright. He grabbed Kin's hair with a force that far betrayed his small arms. Kin felt his throat pulse and trap the head of Alexander's cock as instinct made him try to swallow the rush of spit that sought his lips. He pulled away, Alexander's cock slapped against his stomach, the smaller man groaned in frustration , his hand tightened further in Kin's hair, he grabbed the base of his cock and held it up to Kin's lips.
“You wanted to suck cock, so suck it!” he demanded and dragged at Kin's hair.
He hadn't given Kin all that much chance to regain himself, but the sensation burning inside of him from those words made Kin weak. He had not expected that wildness. He forced Kin's head down his length until he wanted to gag again, he clawed at Alexander's hips which threatened to buck up further.
“You like that don't you.” Alexander taunted.
He tried to nod, but it didn't help any. If it were possible he was damn sure the little man's cock had swollen further. His own length pulsed with a need Kin was sure he'd never satisfy.
“mmmmh” Alexander moaned out, he fucked Kin's mouth with long lazy strokes the same way he had fucked his palm. “Yeah, mmm.”
Kin had learned that the gag did something to the small writing mess, he wanted to feel the full force of Alexander's rage at that teasing, so he done it again. He purposely took the length to a depths he could not handle, his throat constricted. Alexander's hips bucked, he moaned hard enough to wake up the whole house, then he went rigid. He was looking down at Kin with eyes filled with hunger. The muscles in his arms strained and his body shook as he fought the inevitable. He was going to cum.
The little hips bucked upwards as he shook, he couldn't catch his breath so he could cry out further, he was stuck in a blissful tormented hell and Kin loved it. The weakened arms let him go, Kin come up for air, and when he did the thick ropes of cum took him by surprise. He thought it would never end, one after another they hit him. He blinked and watched Alexander's tiny little hand milk the last of it, which dribbled down his length. Kin took some of Alexander's cum and he used it to rub at his own length. Alexander clawed at his shoulders until he gave in and moved up against him. They kissed as though they had been hungry for that sensation of their lips joining forever. The littler man's hands reached around Kin's body, his fingers brushed the base of Kin's spine, they tickled and massaged his skin. Kin rubbed his length so close to Alexander that the head of his length brushed against the sin underneath his balls. And then he was gone.
He was spiralling out of control so fast he couldn't determine when he had started to cum and when it had ended. If he could moan he would of, he could scream Alexander's name for everyone to hear. He collapsed against the littler man who continued to stroke his spine. And he knew in that moment as he starred down into the big brown eyes that starred back with equal amounts of satisfaction.
His life would never ever be the same.
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