by D. J. Manly
Scott was sitting on the floor of the mirrored room when Ciel walked in. He was tracing something invisible with his finger. Amanda sat in her chair wearing a thin housecoat casually belted with fluffy pink slippers. She had removed her makeup and swept her hair back.
Scott tried not to look up when Ciel walked into the room but he couldn’t help it. He was anticipating his arrival, his heart thudding in his throat. He curled his fingers into a tight little ball and lifted his eyes to him. Amanda said nothing. She just let her eyes travel over both of her beautiful men and waited.
Ciel looked down at Scott, their eyes locked. The sexual tension was thick. It practically vibrated around the room and bounced off the wall. Scott reached a hand up Ciel’s leg and let his nails scratch down the length of his blue leather pants before falling limply to the floor. “I don’t want you to fuck me,” he whispered softly between his teeth.
Ciel glanced at Amanda. She nodded at him. Scott caught her acknowledgement in the mirror. He let out what sounded like a soft moan when Ciel extended his hand and pulled him to his feet. “I hate you,” Scott told him, which only succeeded in earning him a slow smile.
“That’s okay, Scott,” Ciel told him, locking his eyes with his. “It’s of no consequence.” He took the back of his head in his palm and dragged him forward. Scott stumbled into his arms as Ciel brought his mouth down hard on his.
* * * *
Amanda smiled.
Oh yes, the Ciel she suspected was in there had just surfaced, strong, masterful, passionate, a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to demand it.
Equipped with her vibrator, Amanda settled in for what she expected to be the fantasy of her life.
* * * *
For a hairsbreadth of a second, Scott kept his lips stubbornly sealed against Ciel’s invading tongue.
Ciel laughed deep in his throat as his fingers tightened in Scott’s hair. As Ciel’s other hand moved down over his ass and yanked him closer,
Scott struggled against him. This appeared to only serve to excite Ciel further as his upper thigh rubbed vigorously against Ciel’s already hard cock. Scott grunted as he felt his hair being pulled back, his mouth opening as the sound escaped.
Ciel’s lips trailed down his throat, his other hand sliding inside his pants to clasp the flesh of his buttocks. He pulled his head forward again and gazed into his eyes, slipping his middle finger into the crevice of his ass.
Scott was about to protest again, the ‘I know what you want look’ in Ciel’s eyes causing him a momentary flurry of anger.
Ciel jerked his head to the side, and tried again to kiss his mouth, this time managing to slide his tongue between his teeth.
All this time Scott’s hand had been hanging quite uselessly by his side. In spite of his protest, he’d done little to fight him off. As the kiss deepened, Scott found his body unwillingly melt against Ciel’s. Jesus God … his mouth was practically raping his, sending shock waves of sensation down his spine and directly to his cock.
Ciel’s tongue slid around his, teasing and probing, then finally returning to move tantalizingly under his teeth, then out to his lips. Maybe it was true that the French did invent the kiss. In all the men he’d had … all the kissing he’d done, he’d never experienced anything like that before. The worse part was, Ciel seemed more than aware of the effect he was having on him.
Suddenly Scott realized that he’d been so distracted by the kiss, he wasn’t even aware his pants were now around his ankles, or that Ciel’s finger had worked its way up his hole and past his prostrate. At the moment he was applying some serious pressure. Scott’s face contorted, he moaned deeply and said something incoherent, his sex now straying out of his briefs, which were hanging on solely due to his erection.
Ciel continued to stimulate his anus. His eyes penetrated Scott’s as he took his hand out of his hair. He began to slowly undo the buttons of Scott’s shirt.
Scott closed his eyes, his chest heaving, ragged breaths coming in and out. Ciel’s tongue flicked out and caught one of his nipples, then the other. “They’re already hard, my Putain,” Ciel said softly, using the French word for whore. Scott’s entire body quivered. Ciel quickly moved around to the back and inserted his finger deeper, clutching him around the waist. He pulled him back against him, molding his body to his, running his free hand over his nipples, then down to his aching cock.
Scott ground his ass back against Ciel’s groin. He let his head fall against his chest. Ciel played roughly with his cock for a minute then ran his hand up his belly, over his chest where he paused to flick those sensitive nipples. Then, he cupped his chin and brought his head up and to the side so that he could capture his mouth again. Scott moaned, reaching his hands up over his head to clutch both sides of Ciel’s face. Scott felt his jaw, rough and male, graze his cheek as he paused to remove his finger from his ass and turn him around his arms. They clung to each other for a moment, Scott covering Ciel’s mouth and his throat with kisses, then grabbing at the front of his brand new silk shirt and ripping it in half.
* * * *
Amanda pressed her thighs together to keep herself from wetting her dressing gown. She knew there was a lot more to come and she would be better to hold off touching herself … but at this moment she had never seen such a look of aching, throbbing need on Scott’s face.
As his eyes tore down the front of Ciel’s naked chest, they were literally burning with desire. She caught her breath as Scott reached out his greedy hands for the top of Ciel’s leather pants.
The torn shirt hung off of Ciel’s broad muscular shoulders, sweat poured down his chest and over the muscles of his stomach, dripping onto Scott’s fumbling fingers.
Scott undid the zip on the pants, leaning forward and licking the path of sweat from his flesh. He slid one palm over Ciel’s chest, across his nipples up to his throat and as his hand dug in his underwear to pull out his cock, his other hand snaked up to Ciel’s head where he grabbed a fistful of silky black hair.
* * * *
Ciel’s face contorted some, in part from pain, in part from the sheer electricity of emotion he was experiencing as Scott squeezed his cock brutally.
Scott wrenched him even closer with his hair, his lips hovering less than an inch from his. “I hate you, you bastard. Don’t think you’ll make me feel anything for you.”
Ciel’s black eyes registered surprise for a second just before Scott’s mouth found his. He felt his cock expand in Scott’s hand, stiffen even further, stretching beyond what actually felt possible. He was making soft sounds of pleasure in his throat, his body seduced into complacency by Scott’s touch, his kiss. Jesus. Yes … yes … Scott’s lips and hands were everywhere now as he moved around him, pushing the leather pants and underwear to the floor.
Scott stood behind him now reaching around and gently fondling his cock, his balls. He pulled Ciel back in his arms, and moved his hands up his chest, pinched and tugged at his nipples. Scott’s cock poked at his ass, one hand remaining on his chest, the other preparing to position his cock at the entrance of his anus.
Ciel began to struggle out of his hold, swiftly turning around to pull his almost nude body into his arms. He ripped down the rest of his underwear, and began to drag him over to the place where Scott had secured him the night before.
“Let me go, you bastard!” Scott protested as Ciel yanked up one hand and quickly secured one of his wrists in the cuff. He kicked out with one foot narrowly missing Ciel’s shin. Ciel quickly secured one ankle.
“You know you want it. You want my cock,” Ciel said with a smirk. “And with the way you’re behaving, I may make you beg for it, you uppity little shit.”
Scott’s cock was close to exploding. It stood straight up and was a sight to behold. His nipples were rock hard as well and he was sweating from the exertion of struggling with the bigger Ciel.
“You will be in hell before I’ll beg for your cock, Frenchman,” Scott spat, struggling against his constraints.
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nbsp; Ciel stood a few feet away, his hands on his hips, his own sex rigid and throbbing. He raked his eyes over Scott, and licked his lips, then ran his hands over his own chest down to his sex.
* * * *
Scott tried not to look at him but the sight of him standing there naked, his body gleaming with sweat, his muscles tensing in his biceps, those brown nipples that begged to be licked and tasted … and God … that face … that face with those black eyes and generous mouth … he wasn’t called Ciel for nothing. With a packaged condom between his teeth, he fondled his cock, running his hand over it with long sensuous strokes as he smiled into Scott’s face. Scott’s nostrils flared. He stifled a moan. “You don’t play fair,” he breathed.
“Non, vous pas non plus.”
He had no idea what in hell Ciel was saying, but damn it was sexy. Scott swore softly under his breath, tugging at his constraints. “Speak English,” he muttered, glaring at him, “you’re not in France anymore.”
“And you’re not in Oz, Dorothy,” Ciel lifted a dark eyebrow. “In fact,” he said softly, inching closer to him, “we’re in this little room, and there’s no escape. I want your ass, Scott, and I intend to have it.”
Scott struggled again as Ciel moved slowly around in back of him. He felt Ciel wrap his arms around his naked torso, and rub his face against his hair. Ciel gripped Scott’s cock, as his own cock gravitated against Scott’s ass.
Scott moaned, feeling his body wantonly cleave to his. “Please,” he pleaded, “Please Ciel.”
Ciel continued to fondle Scott’s cock, which was now dripping with pre cum. He grabbed his own, preparing to enter him.
“Ciel, please,” Scott whimpered, his eyes filling with tears.
Ciel placed his lips on the back of his neck, giving his ass a quick affectionate slap as he undid the condom to put it on. “You want me. You want me, Scott?”
“Please,” he pleaded, “Please Ciel,” he whispered, as Ciel placed the tip of his sheathed cock between the cheeks of his quivering ass cheeks, “don’t.”
* * * *
That one word caused Ciel to freeze. Maybe it wasn’t the word itself, it was the way he said it. If he’d been begging to be fucked in that voice, he would have thought himself quite desirable, but he was not begging to be fucked. He was begging him not to fuck him. Ciel released him abruptly and stepped away from him.
He walked over to where his clothes were lying and picked them up, including the torn shirt Amanda had purchased at that fancy store. Without another word, he walked out of the room.
* * * *
Amanda came walking over to where Scott was. She reached up and released him from his bindings.
“What happened?” Her voice was low with a hint of concern.
“I’m tired, that’s all,” he managed, continuing to free his legs. “I’m sorry Amanda. I know you’re disappointed. I ruined it for you.” His eyes were watery, as if he wanted to cry.
She shrugged, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “Be honest with me, Scott. You don’t like him?”
“It’s … it’s not that. It’s … well…” he sighed. “Can we have a rule?”
She waited.
“I fuck him, not the other way around.”
Amanda met his eyes. “Scott, I chose Ciel especially for you … because I thought you’d love being fucked by him. You’ve always loved to be fucked by beautiful men. Why not Ciel? I don’t understand.”
Scott picked up his pants. “Please Amanda, don’t make me explain. Just do this for me … one rule.”
“That would be fine, Scott,” Amanda narrowed her eyes at him, “except for one thing. You don’t make the rules, I do. I want to see Ciel fuck you. Tomorrow night after our dinner with Malcolm, it’s going to happen. Ciel will fuck you and in the way I say. Is that clear?”
Scott swallowed. With a miserable nod, he left the room.
* * * *
Ciel woke up the next morning feeling tired. Amanda had knocked on his door around three in the morning and they had talked until dawn. It was all about Scott. She apologized for the way he was acting. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him. I’ve never seen him act this way with any other man.”
Ciel didn’t want to admit it, but he was sure now. Scott didn’t like him. Oh sure, he responded to him sexually as far as getting turned on, but he definitely didn’t want him inside of him. “He’ll come around,” was all he said.
“I want you to take him tonight.”
“I’m not going to take him against his will,” Ciel stated, meeting her eyes boldly. “I’m no rapist. No means no.”
“I didn’t say rape him … I mean…I use that word in fun but…take him to the point of no return, that’s all.”
“I did that tonight, at least I thought I had. His body wanted me, but the rest of him didn’t.”
Amanda had fixed him with her gaze. “I’m counting on your skills.”
He laughed. “Um, I see. He wants to fuck me, why don’t you let him?”
“Because,” she said, walking to the door, “I make the rules, and it’s not time.”
* * * *
When Ciel came downstairs at noon, preparations were underway for the dinner guest. Malcolm Dewitt was coming tonight. The sun was shining as usual and when he walked out on the patio, Amanda was just getting out of the pool. “There you are, darling. Are you excited about tonight?” She asked.
Ciel handed her a towel. He nodded. “Do you know him well?”
“Malcolm? Oh my yes,” she said, rubbing her hair with the towel. “I knew him when he was just a struggling writer. He was married to my late husband’s cousin.”
“I thought he was gay,” Ciel said, taking a seat on one of the lounge chairs.
Amanda wrapped the towel around her light blue bathing suit, and sat down next to him. “Oh yes. He’s queer as they come but then so was my late husband’s cousin,” she said, laughing.
Ciel laughed too. “Must have made interesting dinner conversation,” he muttered.
Amanda grinned, picking up her glass of ice tea and taking a sip. “Purely a marriage of convenience. Malcolm comes from a good family with a name but no money to speak of. Margaret’s family was loaded of course, and she needed her father to get off her back. She allowed him to write full time, while she jumped any woman who moved.”
“Ah,” was all he said.
“You must be hungry darling,” Amanda said. “Cook will have lunch for us in about a half hour. In the meantime, why don’t you take a swim?”
“I don’t know if I have any trunks and…” he began.
“Don’t need trunks,” she whispered, running her eyes over the shorts and t-shirt he wore. “Take them off.”
“What about Scott? I thought…”
“Scott is with his trainer, pumping weights. I will introduce you to him in good time … but right now your body is perfect.”
Ciel stood up. Instantly he stripped the t-shirt over his head.
“Pinch your nipples,” Amanda urged, moving the straps of her bathing suit down exposing her plump breasts with their large brown peaks.
Ciel pinched his nipples lightly then moved his hands down over his chest and stomach.
“Damn,” she whispered, “Ciel, you’re so gorgeous.”
He lifted his cock with both hands and massaged it gently in his hands. He watched as Amanda licked her lips, swallowing. He could see the look in her eye, the one that said there’d be nothing she’d like more than seeing Scott’s jaw straining open as he worked on Ciel’s cock with his lips. She lifted the straps of her bathing suit back up, and smiled at him.
“Take a dip before I decide I want that big cock of yours between my legs after all.”
Ciel laughed, reaching for his shorts. “I think I hear someone coming. Could it be lunch?”
Amanda lifted her head off the chair. “That’s it.” She stood up and grabbed his arm, taking his t-shirt out of his hands and throwing it aside. “Let’s go, lover. Forget the to
p. Let’s make the servants drool.”
Ciel shook his head and they walked into the house.
* * * *
They were talking about U.C.L.A. when Scott walked in fifteen or so minutes later. Amanda was telling Ciel when classes started after Christmas. “Are you excited? I’m sure it will be different from the Sorbonne.”
Ciel lifted his glass of soft drink. “I’m sure it will be too.”
Scott paused at the table when he walked in, dressed in a grey tank top and a pair of nylon shorts. He was gleaming with sweat, his wavy dark hair plastered to his head. “I’d join you,” he said, “but I’m in bad need of a shower.”
“I see that,” Amanda said.
Scott was aware of Ciel’s eyes on him. Already his pulses were racing. Damn him.
“I could lick it off if you like,” Ciel told him, a smirk appearing on his luscious mouth.
Scott’s heart beat thudded heavy in his chest. Working out had always made him horny as hell. He cleared his throat, and glanced over at Ciel sitting there without his shirt, and said, “Thanks for the offer but ah … I think I can manage.”
Ciel shrugged.
“Not such a bad offer,” Amanda grinned.
Scott headed to the stairs. He didn’t want to hang around long enough for her to pursue that one. “I’ll be down in a bit,” he called, taking the stairs two by two.
“That put him on the run,” Ciel said sardonically. “I’ve never had them running from me before.”
Amanda reached over and touched his hand. “Don’t take it personally, babe. Do you want me to talk to him?”
“No,” Ciel stood up from the table. “I’ll do it.”
Amanda watched him head for the stairs, then sat back and drank her coffee.
* * * *
Scott was just pulling on a clean pair of underwear when Ciel walked in. He looked up and scowled.
“Don’t you believe in knocking?”
“I’m sorry,” Ciel said, “the door just fell open when I…”
“Never mind,” Scott muttered, pulling a pair of jeans out of his closet. “What is it?”
Ciel folded his arms across his chest. “Look Scott, I don’t want us to be enemies. If I was out of line for something … I want you to…”