Bad∞End∞Night-Part 2
(A/N): This entry contains foreplay between Ian and Anthony and in another part between Anthony and someone else, if this makes you unhappy, you can skip this part and I will bold it so that if you don't want to read it you don't have to. However, I will say that it may come in later as important, so the best suggestion would be to read it.
After Anthony was slightly tipsy and filled with fine food he was taken to his bedroom by the Master followed by the butler.
“The butler will fit you with all necessary nighttime requirements. After you are finished here, come find me in the study, we can go over my book collection."
Ian walked off down the dimly lit hallway and Anthony eventually heard his footsteps disappear.
The butler opened the door and Anthony entered the room followed by the butler, or ‘Cry’.
“Where do I find clothes?”
“Right in that cupboard over there, take your pick Sir. There are plenty to choose from.” Cry said, pointing at a cupboard and smiling, deep blue eyes watching Anthony steadily.
“Thank you, it is appreciated.” Anthony said, turning and walking to the cupboard, He opened the door and began going through the selection of clothing, until he felt hands on his shoulders, massaging softly.
“Uh, what’s happening?”
“Loosen-up, man.” The butler’s voice went past his ear, his breath on his neck that Anthony’s own caught. “You and me needed a little alone time, huh?” It was as if the butler’s attitude and voice had changed completely. Instead of prim and proper his seemed seductive and sexy and his voice changed from enchanting to down right hypnotizing, dark and hot.
Another breath went past Anthony’s neck, “If you’re planning to do what I think you are, you’re gonna need a bit of practice first. Right?” Cry was probably somewhere around Anthony’s age, so this wouldn’t be wrong, right? Anthony was beginning to have a small problem in his pants.
Cry spun him round, slickly closing the closet door with his foot and pushing Anthony against it. Letting Anthony’s hands free the butler began to kiss up Anthony’s neck, slowly around his chin and finally on his mouth. Anthony didn’t have time to think through whether he wanted to react of not, he just did and he hadn’t ever felt anything so amazing, Cry was sweet and his scent was slightly different, it wasn’t as heavy as the Master’s, it was clean and crisp and it was lovely.
Anthony groaned lightly as Cry began to go down his leg and near his crotch. Cry laughed lightly “Looks like someone is enjoying this.” His voice breezed past Anthony’s ears and Anthony almost fainted. He had never wanted to be dominated so badly in his life.
Anthony and Cry’s lips met once again and Anthony was still holding back all that frustration and he didn’t know why, while Cry was right about his intentions it wasn’t that the Master was going to want the same.
Cry pulled away breathing heavily, teasing Anthony forward, away from the closet.
Cry walked slowly toward the door and turned the handle, then looked toward Anthony who was standing there, dumbfounded and breathing heavier.
“Please! Don’t! Don’t go! Give me more.”
Cry laughed again and walked out the door, “All in good time.”
Anthony stood there for feeling like he was about to explode; he had never been so aroused. Women had never done what Cry just did to him. Anthony turned to the cupboard once again and grabbed some clothes, trying to calm down.
“Shit.” Anthony sighed. “I’m gonna jump on him if I don’t learn some self control.” Anthony threw the pajama’s on and walked out the room, he would find the study easily, he located it when looked at the mansion from the outside and so he did.
There was a faint golden light coming from under the crack in the door. Anthony felt nervous; he found it hard to hold back when Cry was ‘helping’ him out. It was unbelievable; the air of this place was so strong and overwhelming. The draw was so strong. Anthony opened the door and saw Ian sitting there, smoking a cigar and blowing circles of smoke into the air. He looked so beautifully gorgeous in the light of his desk lamp and it made his eyes less cold, lighting them with a fire that melts off the ice to calm water.
Ian turned to look at Anthony standing in the doorway and staring at him. Ian smirked, “Welcome to my study.” His voice was gruff and sexy, Anthony smiled back finding it difficult to engage.
“Thank you.” Anthony replied quickly.
“Take a look at the books and pick anything that peaks your fancy.”
“Anything?” Anthony exclaimed, looking at some of the books of poetry and scriptures. “Some of these are extremely valuable!”
Ian grinned, flashing his white teeth.
“It’s true. However, they are sturdy and have withstood many centuries, at least some of them, others, only decades. Please, you are my guest; nothing is too good for you. Take your pick.” Ian said.
“There’s too many, I can’t deicide!”
Ian got up and picked a book of the shelf. “You like poetry, no?”
“Oh…more than you could imagine…”
“Well then…try this, songs of ourselves, it’s short but full of poems by some famous poets. It’s put together beautifully and there’s more than enough to analyze. You should find it quite enjoyable I think.” Ian looked at Anthony and bit his lip again, accompanied this time, with a lick.
Anthony was really about to faint, he was so heavily attracted to this man, he couldn’t stand it, it was terrible and tempting. He wanted to pounce on him like the gargoyles atop the mansion; one sinful night was all he asked. A beautiful man was handing him a book that he had never read and would now just because Ian himself advised it. Everything about the man in front of him was perfect and Anthony couldn’t help but be curious about what he was like in bed. Was he dominant? Did he like to be dominated? Was he bad? Was he good? Was he amazing?
Anthony took the book and held it close to his chest; it smelled of Ian, cinnamon, vanilla and musk swirled off it. It must be one of his personal favorites.
Ian smiled and returned to his desk, but didn’t sit down but instead analyzed some of the papers on his desk.
“Anthony, can you come here please?” Ian asked, not looking up.
Anthony walked over to Ian ready to retire to his room to relieve some of the tension in private after Ian had said what he wanted to say, or go find Cry and beg him for something more.
“Anthony.”
“Yes?”
“Anthony…I…uh…”
Anthony was confused; a man of this caliber shouldn’t be stumbling over talking to a lowly peasant. Well he wasn’t over dinner anyway. Maybe he was just tired?
“Yes?”
“Anthony… I…this is embarrassing…I want you, damn it.”
“Ahaha, what?”
Ian looked at Anthony dead in the eyes stopping Anthony’s chuckling dead in its tracks.
“I’m being goddamned serious now. Listen to me. I have never found a guest of mine so enthralling and…attractive as you. You entice me, feed my arousal. Cry’s been good every now and then to release some tension but you are beautiful and brand new. I bet you’re hardly touched. If you say no to my offer you will leave for home as soon as you awake and never return. If you say yes…we’ll discuss that later, so Anthony, I want you, right now. What’ll it be?”
Decline/ Agree?
After Anthony was slightly tipsy and filled with fine food he was taken to his bedroom by the Master followed by the butler.
“The butler will fit you with all necessary nighttime requirements. After you are finished here, come find me in the study, we can go over my book collection."
Ian walked off down the dimly lit hallway and Anthony eventually heard his footsteps disappear.
The butler opened the door and Anthony entered the room followed by the butler, or ‘Cry’.
“Where do I find clothes?”
“Right in that cupboard over there, take your pick Sir. There are plenty to choose from.” Cry said, pointing at a cupboard and smiling, deep blue eyes watching Anthony steadily.
“Thank you, it is appreciated.” Anthony said, turning and walking to the cupboard, He opened the door and began going through the selection of clothing, until he felt hands on his shoulders, massaging softly.
“Uh, what’s happening?”
“Loosen-up, man.” The butler’s voice went past his ear, his breath on his neck that Anthony’s own caught. “You and me needed a little alone time, huh?” It was as if the butler’s attitude and voice had changed completely. Instead of prim and proper his seemed seductive and sexy and his voice changed from enchanting to down right hypnotizing, dark and hot.
Another breath went past Anthony’s neck, “If you’re planning to do what I think you are, you’re gonna need a bit of practice first. Right?” Cry was probably somewhere around Anthony’s age, so this wouldn’t be wrong, right? Anthony was beginning to have a small problem in his pants.
Cry spun him round, slickly closing the closet door with his foot and pushing Anthony against it. Letting Anthony’s hands free the butler began to kiss up Anthony’s neck, slowly around his chin and finally on his mouth. Anthony didn’t have time to think through whether he wanted to react of not, he just did and he hadn’t ever felt anything so amazing, Cry was sweet and his scent was slightly different, it wasn’t as heavy as the Master’s, it was clean and crisp and it was lovely.
Anthony groaned lightly as Cry began to go down his leg and near his crotch. Cry laughed lightly “Looks like someone is enjoying this.” His voice breezed past Anthony’s ears and Anthony almost fainted. He had never wanted to be dominated so badly in his life.
Anthony and Cry’s lips met once again and Anthony was still holding back all that frustration and he didn’t know why, while Cry was right about his intentions it wasn’t that the Master was going to want the same.
Cry pulled away breathing heavily, teasing Anthony forward, away from the closet.
Cry walked slowly toward the door and turned the handle, then looked toward Anthony who was standing there, dumbfounded and breathing heavier.
“Please! Don’t! Don’t go! Give me more.”
Cry laughed again and walked out the door, “All in good time.”
Anthony stood there for feeling like he was about to explode; he had never been so aroused. Women had never done what Cry just did to him. Anthony turned to the cupboard once again and grabbed some clothes, trying to calm down.
“Shit.” Anthony sighed. “I’m gonna jump on him if I don’t learn some self control.” Anthony threw the pajama’s on and walked out the room, he would find the study easily, he located it when looked at the mansion from the outside and so he did.
There was a faint golden light coming from under the crack in the door. Anthony felt nervous; he found it hard to hold back when Cry was ‘helping’ him out. It was unbelievable; the air of this place was so strong and overwhelming. The draw was so strong. Anthony opened the door and saw Ian sitting there, smoking a cigar and blowing circles of smoke into the air. He looked so beautifully gorgeous in the light of his desk lamp and it made his eyes less cold, lighting them with a fire that melts off the ice to calm water.
Ian turned to look at Anthony standing in the doorway and staring at him. Ian smirked, “Welcome to my study.” His voice was gruff and sexy, Anthony smiled back finding it difficult to engage.
“Thank you.” Anthony replied quickly.
“Take a look at the books and pick anything that peaks your fancy.”
“Anything?” Anthony exclaimed, looking at some of the books of poetry and scriptures. “Some of these are extremely valuable!”
Ian grinned, flashing his white teeth.
“It’s true. However, they are sturdy and have withstood many centuries, at least some of them, others, only decades. Please, you are my guest; nothing is too good for you. Take your pick.” Ian said.
“There’s too many, I can’t deicide!”
Ian got up and picked a book of the shelf. “You like poetry, no?”
“Oh…more than you could imagine…”
“Well then…try this, songs of ourselves, it’s short but full of poems by some famous poets. It’s put together beautifully and there’s more than enough to analyze. You should find it quite enjoyable I think.” Ian looked at Anthony and bit his lip again, accompanied this time, with a lick.
Anthony was really about to faint, he was so heavily attracted to this man, he couldn’t stand it, it was terrible and tempting. He wanted to pounce on him like the gargoyles atop the mansion; one sinful night was all he asked. A beautiful man was handing him a book that he had never read and would now just because Ian himself advised it. Everything about the man in front of him was perfect and Anthony couldn’t help but be curious about what he was like in bed. Was he dominant? Did he like to be dominated? Was he bad? Was he good? Was he amazing?
Anthony took the book and held it close to his chest; it smelled of Ian, cinnamon, vanilla and musk swirled off it. It must be one of his personal favorites.
Ian smiled and returned to his desk, but didn’t sit down but instead analyzed some of the papers on his desk.
“Anthony, can you come here please?” Ian asked, not looking up.
Anthony walked over to Ian ready to retire to his room to relieve some of the tension in private after Ian had said what he wanted to say, or go find Cry and beg him for something more.
“Anthony.”
“Yes?”
“Anthony…I…uh…”
Anthony was confused; a man of this caliber shouldn’t be stumbling over talking to a lowly peasant. Well he wasn’t over dinner anyway. Maybe he was just tired?
“Yes?”
“Anthony… I…this is embarrassing…I want you, damn it.”
“Ahaha, what?”
Ian looked at Anthony dead in the eyes stopping Anthony’s chuckling dead in its tracks.
“I’m being goddamned serious now. Listen to me. I have never found a guest of mine so enthralling and…attractive as you. You entice me, feed my arousal. Cry’s been good every now and then to release some tension but you are beautiful and brand new. I bet you’re hardly touched. If you say no to my offer you will leave for home as soon as you awake and never return. If you say yes…we’ll discuss that later, so Anthony, I want you, right now. What’ll it be?”
Decline/ Agree?