Haven (4/??)
Title: Haven (4/??)
Pairing: David Villa/ David Silva
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: not real
Summary: Silva is young and inoccent. Villa liked his boys young and innocent. AU
Chapter 4
David Silva had cried himself to sleep. When he woke, he found that his wrists had already been cleaned and bandaged, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and jacket conveniently removed. Not really sure how he was supposed to react to his current situation, he jerked up, his head snapping from side to side, scanning the whole room.
The bed he sat on was directly across a black-topped bar. To his right was an entertainment system and to his left, he couldn't quite figure out what it was supposed to be. It somewhat resembled a kid's playpen. Although it appeared to be in a more adult sized play pen with a different assortment of toys. He hadn't yet noticed how romantic and airy the room was supposed to feel, with bellowing curtains and light draperies as well as exotic furniture that were strategically placed at areas that were meant to be romantic locations of this suite.
The pen was fenced with two walls of gilded bars that ran from the floor to the ceiling. It had two horizontal bars running three feet across each other directly in the middle. Now, David realized that it looked more like a jail cell. The other two sides of this cell were normal walls although painted a different shade from the rest of the suite. Within this cell was a black furred carpet, large human sized fluff pillows in a dark-reddish color. Entwined with the bars were linen ropes.
David gulped, his mind racing with images of him being victim to those linen ropes. After what Cesc and the others had done to him, he was very well aware that he was not supposed to come out of this room without his anal being probed and sodomized with god-knows-what.
This thought ran a shiver down his spine; his hand automatically began to feel his backside for damage. His other hand unconsciously clamped over his organ, relieved to find that both were quite safe and unscathed, so far. Which he intended to do the whole time he would be trapped here and until he was able to escape from this beautiful mansion of horrors, a small whimper escaped from him as he stared at those linen ropes that were very pretty in a dark red color.
Enticing, almost, that he would most likely have used them for his curtains in his own bedroom. However, he was not dumb or naïve enough to not know the possible use of those innocent looking monstrosities. Oh, he'd heard countless stories from Cesc and his trysts, especially ones that dealt with a lot of toys, as Cesc had termed it. He noticed that there was a curtain line connected to the ceiling that ran around the cell.
The first thought that came to his mind was privacy. Since it was very obvious that it was meant to cover this cage, for what reason, he really couldn't figure out. It was obvious that he was quite alone, with another man. And there was no way out. He was going to be raped. And he knew it.
Having his mind wonder in this direction only made him more nervous and frightened that he felt the sudden urge to vomit. He gagged, his hands automatically clamping over his mouth. Heaving and jerking forward slightly.
‘Oh God, no. I don't want to throw up!’ He thought. Another part of him wanted to desperately. Maybe vomiting would disgust this person who was supposed to be his rapist and be so angry with him that he'd have him thrown out.
Yes. That was indeed a possibility! David began to feel hopeful, but now, the thought of being able to escape unscathed excited him so much that he didn't feel the need to vomit anymore.
A heavy sigh left him, his excitement vanishing with it as he slumped where he sat and sulked. This was his punishment for ever having had the urge of kissing other men instead of women. To make it worst, he had asked Cesc for help.
‘I want to die..’. he thought morbidly. "Why couldn't I have kept my mouth shut?"
"So you decided to wake up after all." David's head and whole body jerked to the source of that voice only to be met by a half shadowed figure. Half his face was in shadows due to the fading sun behind him that came through the balcony doors, blinding David momentarily that he had to shade his eyes.
"You slept through most of the day." The man in front of him stated. "How are you feeling?" A friendly question enough, yet all David could do was stared. The man must have noticed how David squinted against him; he moved closer to the bed and sat down by the edge, close enough to allow David to have a very good look at him yet far enough to not make him feel uncomfortable.
This was the same man that had freed him from his bondage that was inflicted by Cesc and that agonizingly handsome man he now knew as Fernando, who was in fact, nothing but evil. He hadn't had the chance to truly look at him then. Who would after being tied up for two hours, his mouth gagged, and having to endure his whole body going numb from poor circulations?
"I asked you a question." Although he didn't seem annoyed, the tone implied that he was. David's pride flared, giving him some sense of renewed life.
"I'm fine, thank you!" he snapped.
"Good." A slight smile crossed the man's face, as though he was amused. David studied his features. He was not at all unpleasant to the eyes, but rather dark and handsome in a very strange way. Dark hair, black lashes framing very intense yet careless eyes. He had a way of sitting that indicated an authoritative nature.
"Here." He extended his hand and it was then that David noticed the mug he was holding. Thoughts ran in his mind, the possibility of those fingers...Oh God... He groaned.
"This will probably make you feel a little better." David stared at the steaming mug, the thought of having it drugged or poison vivid in his mind now.
"It's hot chocolate; it's not drugged if that's what you're thinking." The man grinned, again looking amused. David noticed that he looked good that way, in fact, very good, almost sexy.
‘What am I thinking!? ‘
The way his eyes looked somewhat cynical, his lips curving up a certain way... A whimper escaped him unintentionally. This caused the other man to think that he was afraid of the offered mug.
"Just so I could prove my innocence from drugging your hot chocolate, I'll drink some." He lifted the mug higher, forcing David to stare at him, making sure that he'd be able to see the liquid go in his mouth. His lips came in contact with the mug, parting them to allow the liquid to flow within. He took in a generous amount. David titled his head.
‘Well, he doesn't look like a monster...and he's actually very nice’. Feeling better, he sighed.
"Are you the one I'm supposed to have sex with?"
Upon hearing this question, the man did an assortment of things. He jerked, almost dropping the mug, coughed, choked, heaved, and laughed all the while hacking. Half the liquid that was in his mouth went down the wrong tube, the other half landed on David's face, killing David's mood along with it.
He stared, mouth agape, eyes wide, his face turning a very dark shade of red as he threw himself face down on the bed, mortified and tried to cover himself with a blanket, curling up into a ball. He did manage to cover himself in the blanket, except for his pointed backside. Which made him look more comical, causing the other man to laugh even harder.
He was mortified. To make it worst, it hurt. Not to mention the man practically spat on his face! How could someone laugh at him? This wounded his pride a little; he would never admit that it hurt him a lot, which was the truth. He had a very shy nature, he hadn't meant to ask the question, and it just managed to come out of his lips on its own.
He began to sniffle. ‘Fuck you!’ he though. ‘When I get out of here, you're dead. Along with Cesc and those other three bastards! You're all going to die.’ With that thought, a trickle of tears slide down the sides of his eyes, biting into the blanket to ensure that he would not make a sound.
//
Villa couldn't help but laugh while he sponged himself. Letting the water run down from his neck and back, grinning all the while. It's been a while since he had been involved in a situation that he found absolutely hilarious.
‘What idiot would ask that question?’ Shaking his head, he let the rushing water run down his head and face. He didn't quite understand why he found it so funny. Maybe it was because he had asked it so seriously and so suddenly too. Just the fact that he spat hot chocolate on the poor kid's face without meaning to was cruel enough, but for him to laugh as well?
‘I hope I didn't make him feel too bad.’ He sighed, not really caring if the kid did feel some animosity toward him. He had to admit he was anticipating the kid's reaction the next time they were to talk.
‘Ah well, this might be more amusing than I thought.’ He rinsed himself off. Thinking of Fernando and what he wanted out of this, especially placing a kid in his suite.
"What does he think I am, a pedophile?" Villa mumbled under his breath as he grabbed a towel.
David sat with knees to his chest, arms around his legs and head placed on his knees. He would have been able to breathe better if the blanket wasn't over him. If someone were to walk in the suite and find him that way, they would surely have their hearts jump out of their chest out of fright. Who wouldn't be shocked out of their skins to find this human figure sitting on their bed with a blanket over it? Not only that, but it was rocking back and forth, still mortified. He jolted back to reality as soon as he heard the running water come to a stop.
‘Shit! ‘He thought. ‘Now I'm going to get raped! By a MAN no less! Why?’ If he could wail out loud, he would have had. ‘Why me? I'm too young to lose my anal virginity.‘
An image of Cesc smirking and telling him to shut up before he kicks him came to his mind. Oh he could see that smirk growing, Cesc's eyes glinting, his fingers curling as he threw his head back and cackled.
"Helped!" he squeaked unintentionally. Shutting his eyes tight.
‘Why did I trust him? Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut!? ‘
"FUCK!" His rapist cried. "What the hell are you doing! Trying to give me a heart attack!?" Soon the blanket was pulled off of him and when he lifted his head; his eyes were met with a very naked man. Causing David to half choke and gasp. His towel must have fallen off. He wasn't even half dry.
"Shit, who the hell are you trying to be? Sadaku?" He certainly did look angry from David's point of view, especially since his tan face has turned pale, with a twinge of redness to his cheeks. But soon after that David's eyes traveled down to that spot between the man's thighs.
Well, how could he not stare? It was just there. Hanging. And still slightly wet, droplets of water still trailing from his pubis. He tried to imagine how that thing was going to be used against him.
‘How come my pubic hairs aren't so dark like his?’
David tilted his head, examining it from a different angle. ‘And why aren't they as curly?’
He frowned, feeling a bit inferior. ‘How come I'm not as big as he is?’ He sulked. ‘Ah well, mine still has time to grow. I'm not quite an adult yet, maybe someday I could overtake him’. The thought was reassuring and he smiled inwardly, feeling better until fingers snapped in front of his eyes, catching his attention.
"It's rude to stare." His suddenly stared into very dark eyes that were narrowing dangerously, he gasped, embarrassed. And once again feeling even more mortified than before.
David gulped, let out a small whimper of despair from being caught staring and smiling while he was at it. He stared into the man's face to see that he had a certain amused look to his eyes.
David made a grab for the blanket, snatching it out of the man's hands, threw himself back and the blanket over him, once again curling up into a ball. He was so embarrassed that he could feel his whole body turn hot. His face could burst from the heat any minute. If he could, he'd crawl into a hole and never come out. All of a sudden, he wanted to vomit. He could feel it rising from his stomach. His mouth already began to salivate.
‘Oh shit!’ he gasped. He clamped his hands over his lips. Forcing his mouth shut. He gagged.
"Hey kid, you okay?"
‘No, not now!’ Why now and not earlier when the man wasn't naked!?
He tried to shallow, discovering that it only came back up, indication that...
He threw the blanket off of him, jerking up, hands to his lips while he gagged again. He stared helplessly at the man who stared down at it, still very naked and quite damp now. He did look a little concerned and a bit confused.
"Damn, don't tell me..."
David shoved him off, throwing him off balance as he jumped off the bed, danced on his feet, scanning the room for the bathroom when his arm was grabbed and was suddenly dragged. At first he panicked, but soon realized that he was being led to the bathroom.
His face was then shoved into the wide seashell shaped sink, just in time before he vomited for the second time that day. The experience hurt more than it did the first time he vomited since there was practically nothing in his stomach to vomit other than liquid and stomach acid. It burned his throat, his stomach and chest contracting painfully as he readied himself for another heave.
Both hands painfully clenched at the edges of the sink, knuckles turning white. It hadn't hurt this much before. That was because he had always been full. His eyes stung with tears. He tried to groan but was cut off by another gag. His chest heaved. He felt like collapsing, only this man holding him at the back, supporting his chest with a strong and tight arm prevented him from falling. His other hand was placed on his forehead, preventing his strands from falling into his face.
He tried to cry but that wasn't even an option since once again, liquid poured out of his mouth. He gasped for breath, trying to calm himself, but the experience had truly drained him. Causing his body to go lax, but a thigh had been placed between his legs, forcing him to stay up.
"Keep breathing." He did as he was told and took large gulps of air. "That's it." The voice felt soothing enough. David had already forgotten that this man was actually quite naked. He didn't even notice a certain appendage rubbing against his left butt cheek. He groaned, leaning back, trying to expand his lungs. His nostrils were then bombarded with an acrid smell. It only goaded him to gag again.
His head was forced down on the sink, his eyes shut tight, and lips bitten between teeth. ‘No, not again. This hurts..’ Gasping, he hadn't realized that he had been crying; now sobbing.
"Calm down..." David tried to, but his stomach was contracting painfully, and he could feel his chest constricting as well as his throat, he freed his lips from his teeth, opening his mouth to breathe.
Soon after that, he felt water splashing against his face and a wet hand wiping off his lips. And then a cupped hand was forced against his lips, water rushing into his mouth. He spat it out immediately, only to have the process repeat itself. Once his face and mouth were washed thoroughly, he was slowly drawn back.
He leaned his head back, letting his weight fall on strong shoulders, a thigh still lodged between his legs to keep him steady.
Then slowly, he found that he was sitting quite comfortably. When he opened his eyes, not knowing how long he had been in this position, he realized that he was sitting on someone else's lap.
"Feeling better?"
He jerked back to consciousness and threw himself forward, only falling on his knees instead. He felt weak, his hands and knees felt painful against the tiled floor. Once again, he felt strong hands grab him just beneath his armpits and heaved him up.
"Just sit here and try to relax."
It seemed highly unlikely that he would be able to sit at the edge of a bathtub, with a naked man, and be able to relax. What idiot would be able to relax in this situation? He leaned against the wall, his body feeling sticky with sweat.
"I'll prepare a bath for you. Don't worry; I won't rape you if that's what you're worried about." It was said with such an amused tone that David's eyes flew open, meeting with the man's appendage. It was at eye level, especially now that he was sitting down. He stared, once again.
"What did I tell you about staring?" He sounded accusatory, yet when David looked up at him, he didn't look at all angry, just amused.
He then grabbed a towel and rapped it around his hips, covering his private parts from David's view. David blushed, trying to avoid eye contact. The man chuckled.
"It seems as though you've never seen another man's penis before." David's blush deepened; he lowered his head in embarrassment, staring at his toes instead.
"It's alright, there's nothing wrong with seeing another man's body. Just don't stare too long at their private parts." If David could shrink into himself, he would have had.
"Get in the tub, the temperature's fine." David stared up, surprised.
‘He doesn't expect me to strip in front of him, does he?’ His heart began to hammer in his chest. ‘Oh no, he's completely naked beneath that towel. If I take my clothes off... ‘ He shook his head.
"You smell like sweat and vomit. Take off your clothes and get in the tub." Now, the man's tone was a bit commanding and irritated. David shook his head, drawing himself closer to the wall.
"Stop being so stubborn." David shook his head once again.
"Would you rather I strip you myself, is that what you're waiting for?"
Instantly, David stood, the action causing his head to spin and his body to swoon a little, frantically trying to unbutton his shirt. By now, the man was laughing at him.
"It's not funny!" He cried.
"Of course not." It was said in such an indifferent tone that it goaded David further into frustration.
"Then stop laughing!"
"I wasn't laughing, just coughing uncontrollably."
"Get out!" David demanded, pointing at the bathroom door. He's had enough to deal with this day that acting like a brat toward a stranger was not such a horrible thing for him to do. In fact, it made him feel better. He's been fearful of this man ever since he woke, afraid of what he could do to him. Yet now, he willingly tested how far he could push without being shoved back.
"Of course, I leave you to your bath." The man smirked, stared him in the eyes amusedly, and walked quite languidly out of the bathroom.
The door shut behind Villa, causing his grin to broaden. Since when had he taken pleasure in teasing other people, especially a kid? He shook his head. It must be this place; it has always brought out the worst in him.
//
David submerged himself in water, wanting to drown. So much has happened to him today that it boggled his mind just trying to organize the events in proper order. He came out of the water gasping. He's been soaking for more than an hour. Not really in the mood to get out and face that detestable man he knew was out there, waiting to smirk at him in amusement. He glared at the tiled wall across him.
Sulking, he remained laying in the tub, but now, the water was starting to cool. He turned the faucet, adding a generous amount of hot water while draining the tub. He relaxed once again after achieving the temperature he wanted. He sighed, trying not to think of anything that revolved around his current situation. But now, what had happened when he vomited was strangely clear in his mind. The naked body pressed against him. Strong muscles contracting to keep him up. Gentle fingers had kept his hair out of his face.
At least there was a hint of gentleness. Wasn't that a good thing? And anyway, as Cesc had yelled at him earlier, it was better to lose his virginity to a complete stranger who actually had some experience when it came to this.
No one will ever know, and it's not like they'll ever see each other again. ‘Damn, I don't want to think anymore...’
Plus, the man wasn't at all bad looking. He had admitted to himself earlier that the man was actually quite handsome. Especially now since his naked image has been imprinted in his mind. Naked, wet, glistening, standing in front of him as if nothing at all bothered him. And God, why the hell does he have that hateful smirk?
‘Well at least he's not some old, fat, horny man...’ He reasoned. ‘But I am definitely NOT going to lose anything, especially my...well...anal virginity.’ He blushed at the thought. It's not like he's ever fantasized about anal sex before, until Cesc informed him that it was possible and could very well be done.
‘Damn Cesc!’ He's had a few fantasies after that, although his pride would never let him admit it.
In his fantasies, someone, preferable a very handsome man, courted him. Even after all David's rejections of him, he would still pursue without hesitation, and then he would finally give in, surrendering his body to this man's lustful ravages.
Anything after that was muddled. He knew anal sex was possible yet he couldn't quite imagine something like a man's penis entering him. And since he was a complete novice when it came to sex, he didn't really know all the rituals that involved it. Not yet at least. He wasn't ready for that yet. So every time he fantasized, it always led to him having to masturbate on his own, too engrossed with wanting to achieve climax to think about how it could possibly be done.
It was just mere coincidence that this man fit some characteristics of the man who ravaged David in his fantasies. David shut his eyes tight.
"Why did he have to be handsome?" he groaned. "And did he have to look that good naked?"
It truly wasn't fair. It was as if this was all part of Cesc's plan to taunt him. So maybe he was becoming attracted to the man, even in such a short time. It was because he had such an overwhelming presence. Like nothing could touch him. David could tell that he was someone that was very hard to forget, especially now that he's seen the man in all his naked glory.
How his body had felt against his, his thigh between his legs, feeling the muscles flexing. He imagined ridding it...
‘What!? Stop it!’ He scolded himself. But he couldn't help it. It wasn't wrong to fantasize, was it? That wet body, pressed against him, that strong arm wrapped around him.
‘Oh God... ‘
How good it would feel to press himself against it, to feel his taut body, draining in his heat. He hadn't noticed how his hand had somehow found itself between his legs and gently caressing a very sensitive and very much aware organ. He imagine those intense eyes boring down on him as this man moved on top of him, groping him, trusting inside him so powerfully that it wracked his mind. Making his body quiver with immense pleasure...
"Ha..." Licking him, tasting him, glaring down at him with passion that it could burn him, he longed for it, that powerful body moving on top of him. Caressing him inside, moaning, moaning so loud that scourged his throat.
"Ah...ah...ha...nn!" How that tongue would tease him, his teeth biting on his sensitive skin. How he would dig his fingers into his back, urging him forth. Wanting him more, faster, harder, until he would be fucked into oblivion!
"Ah...ahn!" Finally, he felt that overwhelming pleasure course through him, momentarily filling all his senses and mind. His body tensing in that instant of release, riding that pleasure for seconds that he wished could last a lifetime. Filling his mind with shattering crystals, glimmering while they dispersed in every which direction. He had always imagined sex and orgasms as beautiful as gems. And it just so happened that crystals shatter in his mind when he reaches climax. Or at least he imagined them to be. Then he would float back down on feathers.
He drifted back, landing on what seemed like a too hot bath. He was burning, at least he felt as though he was. Heaving for breath, his lips slightly parted while he panted. His body became lax, his hand finally releasing an organ that was once again limp. He wanted to go back to bed and sleep, but he felt too weak to get up. For now he wanted to just lay there.
It was moments later when he gasped, fully aware of his surroundings. He must have sensed it somehow, that something was awfully wrong. His eyes flew open, his body jerked up, causing his hand to slip, toppling him until he fell hard into the tub. Limbs flying as he tried to emerge from the water, gasping, mouth open and eyes wide. If he could, he would have killed himself then.
A chuckle drifted teasingly sweet to his ears.
"I see you've found a way to entertain yourself?" he was presented with an amused smirk.
"That was some fascinating display of passion." There, sitting on the edge of the tub, legs crossed, languidly holding a glass of wine, was the man he had used in his fantasy.
"Would you like some wine? You must be thirsty." He smiled, white teeth showing.
‘I want to die. ‘ David thought
Pairing: David Villa/ David Silva
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: not real
Summary: Silva is young and inoccent. Villa liked his boys young and innocent. AU
Chapter 4
David Silva had cried himself to sleep. When he woke, he found that his wrists had already been cleaned and bandaged, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and jacket conveniently removed. Not really sure how he was supposed to react to his current situation, he jerked up, his head snapping from side to side, scanning the whole room.
The bed he sat on was directly across a black-topped bar. To his right was an entertainment system and to his left, he couldn't quite figure out what it was supposed to be. It somewhat resembled a kid's playpen. Although it appeared to be in a more adult sized play pen with a different assortment of toys. He hadn't yet noticed how romantic and airy the room was supposed to feel, with bellowing curtains and light draperies as well as exotic furniture that were strategically placed at areas that were meant to be romantic locations of this suite.
The pen was fenced with two walls of gilded bars that ran from the floor to the ceiling. It had two horizontal bars running three feet across each other directly in the middle. Now, David realized that it looked more like a jail cell. The other two sides of this cell were normal walls although painted a different shade from the rest of the suite. Within this cell was a black furred carpet, large human sized fluff pillows in a dark-reddish color. Entwined with the bars were linen ropes.
David gulped, his mind racing with images of him being victim to those linen ropes. After what Cesc and the others had done to him, he was very well aware that he was not supposed to come out of this room without his anal being probed and sodomized with god-knows-what.
This thought ran a shiver down his spine; his hand automatically began to feel his backside for damage. His other hand unconsciously clamped over his organ, relieved to find that both were quite safe and unscathed, so far. Which he intended to do the whole time he would be trapped here and until he was able to escape from this beautiful mansion of horrors, a small whimper escaped from him as he stared at those linen ropes that were very pretty in a dark red color.
Enticing, almost, that he would most likely have used them for his curtains in his own bedroom. However, he was not dumb or naïve enough to not know the possible use of those innocent looking monstrosities. Oh, he'd heard countless stories from Cesc and his trysts, especially ones that dealt with a lot of toys, as Cesc had termed it. He noticed that there was a curtain line connected to the ceiling that ran around the cell.
The first thought that came to his mind was privacy. Since it was very obvious that it was meant to cover this cage, for what reason, he really couldn't figure out. It was obvious that he was quite alone, with another man. And there was no way out. He was going to be raped. And he knew it.
Having his mind wonder in this direction only made him more nervous and frightened that he felt the sudden urge to vomit. He gagged, his hands automatically clamping over his mouth. Heaving and jerking forward slightly.
‘Oh God, no. I don't want to throw up!’ He thought. Another part of him wanted to desperately. Maybe vomiting would disgust this person who was supposed to be his rapist and be so angry with him that he'd have him thrown out.
Yes. That was indeed a possibility! David began to feel hopeful, but now, the thought of being able to escape unscathed excited him so much that he didn't feel the need to vomit anymore.
A heavy sigh left him, his excitement vanishing with it as he slumped where he sat and sulked. This was his punishment for ever having had the urge of kissing other men instead of women. To make it worst, he had asked Cesc for help.
‘I want to die..’. he thought morbidly. "Why couldn't I have kept my mouth shut?"
"So you decided to wake up after all." David's head and whole body jerked to the source of that voice only to be met by a half shadowed figure. Half his face was in shadows due to the fading sun behind him that came through the balcony doors, blinding David momentarily that he had to shade his eyes.
"You slept through most of the day." The man in front of him stated. "How are you feeling?" A friendly question enough, yet all David could do was stared. The man must have noticed how David squinted against him; he moved closer to the bed and sat down by the edge, close enough to allow David to have a very good look at him yet far enough to not make him feel uncomfortable.
This was the same man that had freed him from his bondage that was inflicted by Cesc and that agonizingly handsome man he now knew as Fernando, who was in fact, nothing but evil. He hadn't had the chance to truly look at him then. Who would after being tied up for two hours, his mouth gagged, and having to endure his whole body going numb from poor circulations?
"I asked you a question." Although he didn't seem annoyed, the tone implied that he was. David's pride flared, giving him some sense of renewed life.
"I'm fine, thank you!" he snapped.
"Good." A slight smile crossed the man's face, as though he was amused. David studied his features. He was not at all unpleasant to the eyes, but rather dark and handsome in a very strange way. Dark hair, black lashes framing very intense yet careless eyes. He had a way of sitting that indicated an authoritative nature.
"Here." He extended his hand and it was then that David noticed the mug he was holding. Thoughts ran in his mind, the possibility of those fingers...Oh God... He groaned.
"This will probably make you feel a little better." David stared at the steaming mug, the thought of having it drugged or poison vivid in his mind now.
"It's hot chocolate; it's not drugged if that's what you're thinking." The man grinned, again looking amused. David noticed that he looked good that way, in fact, very good, almost sexy.
‘What am I thinking!? ‘
The way his eyes looked somewhat cynical, his lips curving up a certain way... A whimper escaped him unintentionally. This caused the other man to think that he was afraid of the offered mug.
"Just so I could prove my innocence from drugging your hot chocolate, I'll drink some." He lifted the mug higher, forcing David to stare at him, making sure that he'd be able to see the liquid go in his mouth. His lips came in contact with the mug, parting them to allow the liquid to flow within. He took in a generous amount. David titled his head.
‘Well, he doesn't look like a monster...and he's actually very nice’. Feeling better, he sighed.
"Are you the one I'm supposed to have sex with?"
Upon hearing this question, the man did an assortment of things. He jerked, almost dropping the mug, coughed, choked, heaved, and laughed all the while hacking. Half the liquid that was in his mouth went down the wrong tube, the other half landed on David's face, killing David's mood along with it.
He stared, mouth agape, eyes wide, his face turning a very dark shade of red as he threw himself face down on the bed, mortified and tried to cover himself with a blanket, curling up into a ball. He did manage to cover himself in the blanket, except for his pointed backside. Which made him look more comical, causing the other man to laugh even harder.
He was mortified. To make it worst, it hurt. Not to mention the man practically spat on his face! How could someone laugh at him? This wounded his pride a little; he would never admit that it hurt him a lot, which was the truth. He had a very shy nature, he hadn't meant to ask the question, and it just managed to come out of his lips on its own.
He began to sniffle. ‘Fuck you!’ he though. ‘When I get out of here, you're dead. Along with Cesc and those other three bastards! You're all going to die.’ With that thought, a trickle of tears slide down the sides of his eyes, biting into the blanket to ensure that he would not make a sound.
//
Villa couldn't help but laugh while he sponged himself. Letting the water run down from his neck and back, grinning all the while. It's been a while since he had been involved in a situation that he found absolutely hilarious.
‘What idiot would ask that question?’ Shaking his head, he let the rushing water run down his head and face. He didn't quite understand why he found it so funny. Maybe it was because he had asked it so seriously and so suddenly too. Just the fact that he spat hot chocolate on the poor kid's face without meaning to was cruel enough, but for him to laugh as well?
‘I hope I didn't make him feel too bad.’ He sighed, not really caring if the kid did feel some animosity toward him. He had to admit he was anticipating the kid's reaction the next time they were to talk.
‘Ah well, this might be more amusing than I thought.’ He rinsed himself off. Thinking of Fernando and what he wanted out of this, especially placing a kid in his suite.
"What does he think I am, a pedophile?" Villa mumbled under his breath as he grabbed a towel.
David sat with knees to his chest, arms around his legs and head placed on his knees. He would have been able to breathe better if the blanket wasn't over him. If someone were to walk in the suite and find him that way, they would surely have their hearts jump out of their chest out of fright. Who wouldn't be shocked out of their skins to find this human figure sitting on their bed with a blanket over it? Not only that, but it was rocking back and forth, still mortified. He jolted back to reality as soon as he heard the running water come to a stop.
‘Shit! ‘He thought. ‘Now I'm going to get raped! By a MAN no less! Why?’ If he could wail out loud, he would have had. ‘Why me? I'm too young to lose my anal virginity.‘
An image of Cesc smirking and telling him to shut up before he kicks him came to his mind. Oh he could see that smirk growing, Cesc's eyes glinting, his fingers curling as he threw his head back and cackled.
"Helped!" he squeaked unintentionally. Shutting his eyes tight.
‘Why did I trust him? Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut!? ‘
"FUCK!" His rapist cried. "What the hell are you doing! Trying to give me a heart attack!?" Soon the blanket was pulled off of him and when he lifted his head; his eyes were met with a very naked man. Causing David to half choke and gasp. His towel must have fallen off. He wasn't even half dry.
"Shit, who the hell are you trying to be? Sadaku?" He certainly did look angry from David's point of view, especially since his tan face has turned pale, with a twinge of redness to his cheeks. But soon after that David's eyes traveled down to that spot between the man's thighs.
Well, how could he not stare? It was just there. Hanging. And still slightly wet, droplets of water still trailing from his pubis. He tried to imagine how that thing was going to be used against him.
‘How come my pubic hairs aren't so dark like his?’
David tilted his head, examining it from a different angle. ‘And why aren't they as curly?’
He frowned, feeling a bit inferior. ‘How come I'm not as big as he is?’ He sulked. ‘Ah well, mine still has time to grow. I'm not quite an adult yet, maybe someday I could overtake him’. The thought was reassuring and he smiled inwardly, feeling better until fingers snapped in front of his eyes, catching his attention.
"It's rude to stare." His suddenly stared into very dark eyes that were narrowing dangerously, he gasped, embarrassed. And once again feeling even more mortified than before.
David gulped, let out a small whimper of despair from being caught staring and smiling while he was at it. He stared into the man's face to see that he had a certain amused look to his eyes.
David made a grab for the blanket, snatching it out of the man's hands, threw himself back and the blanket over him, once again curling up into a ball. He was so embarrassed that he could feel his whole body turn hot. His face could burst from the heat any minute. If he could, he'd crawl into a hole and never come out. All of a sudden, he wanted to vomit. He could feel it rising from his stomach. His mouth already began to salivate.
‘Oh shit!’ he gasped. He clamped his hands over his lips. Forcing his mouth shut. He gagged.
"Hey kid, you okay?"
‘No, not now!’ Why now and not earlier when the man wasn't naked!?
He tried to shallow, discovering that it only came back up, indication that...
He threw the blanket off of him, jerking up, hands to his lips while he gagged again. He stared helplessly at the man who stared down at it, still very naked and quite damp now. He did look a little concerned and a bit confused.
"Damn, don't tell me..."
David shoved him off, throwing him off balance as he jumped off the bed, danced on his feet, scanning the room for the bathroom when his arm was grabbed and was suddenly dragged. At first he panicked, but soon realized that he was being led to the bathroom.
His face was then shoved into the wide seashell shaped sink, just in time before he vomited for the second time that day. The experience hurt more than it did the first time he vomited since there was practically nothing in his stomach to vomit other than liquid and stomach acid. It burned his throat, his stomach and chest contracting painfully as he readied himself for another heave.
Both hands painfully clenched at the edges of the sink, knuckles turning white. It hadn't hurt this much before. That was because he had always been full. His eyes stung with tears. He tried to groan but was cut off by another gag. His chest heaved. He felt like collapsing, only this man holding him at the back, supporting his chest with a strong and tight arm prevented him from falling. His other hand was placed on his forehead, preventing his strands from falling into his face.
He tried to cry but that wasn't even an option since once again, liquid poured out of his mouth. He gasped for breath, trying to calm himself, but the experience had truly drained him. Causing his body to go lax, but a thigh had been placed between his legs, forcing him to stay up.
"Keep breathing." He did as he was told and took large gulps of air. "That's it." The voice felt soothing enough. David had already forgotten that this man was actually quite naked. He didn't even notice a certain appendage rubbing against his left butt cheek. He groaned, leaning back, trying to expand his lungs. His nostrils were then bombarded with an acrid smell. It only goaded him to gag again.
His head was forced down on the sink, his eyes shut tight, and lips bitten between teeth. ‘No, not again. This hurts..’ Gasping, he hadn't realized that he had been crying; now sobbing.
"Calm down..." David tried to, but his stomach was contracting painfully, and he could feel his chest constricting as well as his throat, he freed his lips from his teeth, opening his mouth to breathe.
Soon after that, he felt water splashing against his face and a wet hand wiping off his lips. And then a cupped hand was forced against his lips, water rushing into his mouth. He spat it out immediately, only to have the process repeat itself. Once his face and mouth were washed thoroughly, he was slowly drawn back.
He leaned his head back, letting his weight fall on strong shoulders, a thigh still lodged between his legs to keep him steady.
Then slowly, he found that he was sitting quite comfortably. When he opened his eyes, not knowing how long he had been in this position, he realized that he was sitting on someone else's lap.
"Feeling better?"
He jerked back to consciousness and threw himself forward, only falling on his knees instead. He felt weak, his hands and knees felt painful against the tiled floor. Once again, he felt strong hands grab him just beneath his armpits and heaved him up.
"Just sit here and try to relax."
It seemed highly unlikely that he would be able to sit at the edge of a bathtub, with a naked man, and be able to relax. What idiot would be able to relax in this situation? He leaned against the wall, his body feeling sticky with sweat.
"I'll prepare a bath for you. Don't worry; I won't rape you if that's what you're worried about." It was said with such an amused tone that David's eyes flew open, meeting with the man's appendage. It was at eye level, especially now that he was sitting down. He stared, once again.
"What did I tell you about staring?" He sounded accusatory, yet when David looked up at him, he didn't look at all angry, just amused.
He then grabbed a towel and rapped it around his hips, covering his private parts from David's view. David blushed, trying to avoid eye contact. The man chuckled.
"It seems as though you've never seen another man's penis before." David's blush deepened; he lowered his head in embarrassment, staring at his toes instead.
"It's alright, there's nothing wrong with seeing another man's body. Just don't stare too long at their private parts." If David could shrink into himself, he would have had.
"Get in the tub, the temperature's fine." David stared up, surprised.
‘He doesn't expect me to strip in front of him, does he?’ His heart began to hammer in his chest. ‘Oh no, he's completely naked beneath that towel. If I take my clothes off... ‘ He shook his head.
"You smell like sweat and vomit. Take off your clothes and get in the tub." Now, the man's tone was a bit commanding and irritated. David shook his head, drawing himself closer to the wall.
"Stop being so stubborn." David shook his head once again.
"Would you rather I strip you myself, is that what you're waiting for?"
Instantly, David stood, the action causing his head to spin and his body to swoon a little, frantically trying to unbutton his shirt. By now, the man was laughing at him.
"It's not funny!" He cried.
"Of course not." It was said in such an indifferent tone that it goaded David further into frustration.
"Then stop laughing!"
"I wasn't laughing, just coughing uncontrollably."
"Get out!" David demanded, pointing at the bathroom door. He's had enough to deal with this day that acting like a brat toward a stranger was not such a horrible thing for him to do. In fact, it made him feel better. He's been fearful of this man ever since he woke, afraid of what he could do to him. Yet now, he willingly tested how far he could push without being shoved back.
"Of course, I leave you to your bath." The man smirked, stared him in the eyes amusedly, and walked quite languidly out of the bathroom.
The door shut behind Villa, causing his grin to broaden. Since when had he taken pleasure in teasing other people, especially a kid? He shook his head. It must be this place; it has always brought out the worst in him.
//
David submerged himself in water, wanting to drown. So much has happened to him today that it boggled his mind just trying to organize the events in proper order. He came out of the water gasping. He's been soaking for more than an hour. Not really in the mood to get out and face that detestable man he knew was out there, waiting to smirk at him in amusement. He glared at the tiled wall across him.
Sulking, he remained laying in the tub, but now, the water was starting to cool. He turned the faucet, adding a generous amount of hot water while draining the tub. He relaxed once again after achieving the temperature he wanted. He sighed, trying not to think of anything that revolved around his current situation. But now, what had happened when he vomited was strangely clear in his mind. The naked body pressed against him. Strong muscles contracting to keep him up. Gentle fingers had kept his hair out of his face.
At least there was a hint of gentleness. Wasn't that a good thing? And anyway, as Cesc had yelled at him earlier, it was better to lose his virginity to a complete stranger who actually had some experience when it came to this.
No one will ever know, and it's not like they'll ever see each other again. ‘Damn, I don't want to think anymore...’
Plus, the man wasn't at all bad looking. He had admitted to himself earlier that the man was actually quite handsome. Especially now since his naked image has been imprinted in his mind. Naked, wet, glistening, standing in front of him as if nothing at all bothered him. And God, why the hell does he have that hateful smirk?
‘Well at least he's not some old, fat, horny man...’ He reasoned. ‘But I am definitely NOT going to lose anything, especially my...well...anal virginity.’ He blushed at the thought. It's not like he's ever fantasized about anal sex before, until Cesc informed him that it was possible and could very well be done.
‘Damn Cesc!’ He's had a few fantasies after that, although his pride would never let him admit it.
In his fantasies, someone, preferable a very handsome man, courted him. Even after all David's rejections of him, he would still pursue without hesitation, and then he would finally give in, surrendering his body to this man's lustful ravages.
Anything after that was muddled. He knew anal sex was possible yet he couldn't quite imagine something like a man's penis entering him. And since he was a complete novice when it came to sex, he didn't really know all the rituals that involved it. Not yet at least. He wasn't ready for that yet. So every time he fantasized, it always led to him having to masturbate on his own, too engrossed with wanting to achieve climax to think about how it could possibly be done.
It was just mere coincidence that this man fit some characteristics of the man who ravaged David in his fantasies. David shut his eyes tight.
"Why did he have to be handsome?" he groaned. "And did he have to look that good naked?"
It truly wasn't fair. It was as if this was all part of Cesc's plan to taunt him. So maybe he was becoming attracted to the man, even in such a short time. It was because he had such an overwhelming presence. Like nothing could touch him. David could tell that he was someone that was very hard to forget, especially now that he's seen the man in all his naked glory.
How his body had felt against his, his thigh between his legs, feeling the muscles flexing. He imagined ridding it...
‘What!? Stop it!’ He scolded himself. But he couldn't help it. It wasn't wrong to fantasize, was it? That wet body, pressed against him, that strong arm wrapped around him.
‘Oh God... ‘
How good it would feel to press himself against it, to feel his taut body, draining in his heat. He hadn't noticed how his hand had somehow found itself between his legs and gently caressing a very sensitive and very much aware organ. He imagine those intense eyes boring down on him as this man moved on top of him, groping him, trusting inside him so powerfully that it wracked his mind. Making his body quiver with immense pleasure...
"Ha..." Licking him, tasting him, glaring down at him with passion that it could burn him, he longed for it, that powerful body moving on top of him. Caressing him inside, moaning, moaning so loud that scourged his throat.
"Ah...ah...ha...nn!" How that tongue would tease him, his teeth biting on his sensitive skin. How he would dig his fingers into his back, urging him forth. Wanting him more, faster, harder, until he would be fucked into oblivion!
"Ah...ahn!" Finally, he felt that overwhelming pleasure course through him, momentarily filling all his senses and mind. His body tensing in that instant of release, riding that pleasure for seconds that he wished could last a lifetime. Filling his mind with shattering crystals, glimmering while they dispersed in every which direction. He had always imagined sex and orgasms as beautiful as gems. And it just so happened that crystals shatter in his mind when he reaches climax. Or at least he imagined them to be. Then he would float back down on feathers.
He drifted back, landing on what seemed like a too hot bath. He was burning, at least he felt as though he was. Heaving for breath, his lips slightly parted while he panted. His body became lax, his hand finally releasing an organ that was once again limp. He wanted to go back to bed and sleep, but he felt too weak to get up. For now he wanted to just lay there.
It was moments later when he gasped, fully aware of his surroundings. He must have sensed it somehow, that something was awfully wrong. His eyes flew open, his body jerked up, causing his hand to slip, toppling him until he fell hard into the tub. Limbs flying as he tried to emerge from the water, gasping, mouth open and eyes wide. If he could, he would have killed himself then.
A chuckle drifted teasingly sweet to his ears.
"I see you've found a way to entertain yourself?" he was presented with an amused smirk.
"That was some fascinating display of passion." There, sitting on the edge of the tub, legs crossed, languidly holding a glass of wine, was the man he had used in his fantasy.
"Would you like some wine? You must be thirsty." He smiled, white teeth showing.
‘I want to die. ‘ David thought