Matthew was biding his time, waiting for just the right moment- patience after all was always a virtue of his. Finally it was nightfall, and he had been on his best behaviour all week. Due to his good behaviour, he was rewarded with no binds as he slept. He rolled over ever so gently, lest he woke the man beside him, and managed to sit up. He winced a bit and looked down. They were fast asleep. Perfect.
Getting to his feet slowly, he eased his weight off of the bed excruciatingly slow. He had to make it. It was the perfect time. He had to do it now, when it was unexpected. He thought of tying the man to the bed, but that had too much room for error. So he decided to pad to the door as quietly as he could. All these weeks in this house, in this room, made him aware to which floor boards creaked and which didn't.
He touched the doorknob, turning it very slowly. His ears were throbbing, heart pounding, and his breathing shallow.
Almost there…
Almost there…
As quietly as he could, he opened the door to the hallway. Matthew turned back around and looked to the prone man on the bed who had not moved at all since he left there. He closed the door, making his way down the hallway and down the stairs. The moment both feet touched the landing he tore off towards the front door. He managed to figure out where the keys were kept earlier in the week- helped by the fact the man was acting careless, confident that Matthew wouldn't leave him.
Matthew grabbed the keys, opened the door and locked it behind him as fast as he could. As soon as he ripped the keys out of the lock he broke out into a run. Unfortunately for him, only the house keys were left in the open. The car keys remained hidden and he suspected that he would never find them. Matthew was alright with that, though. He was used to running, and at least he had a head start. Another problem Matthew had to face was that they were out in the bush. The closest neighbour was probably five miles away, but that didn't stop him. He had to run, he had to escape.
Instead of running down the main road, Matthew chose to run through forested area that surrounded it. Just as he reached the thick trees, he heard a distant yell from the house, and the banging of a door. 'He already woke up!' Matthew panicked and tried to run faster. He ducked and curled around the trees, oblivious to any stray branches scratching at his face, too desperate to escape his captor. All the while he ran, he could hear his name being called. The worst part of it was that the voice was not angry. No…it was sickly sweet.
"Matthew! Aww come on, Mattie! Don't run away from me… You were being so good lately, I thought you started to like it here with me! Don't you like spending time with me? Away from everyone that has hurt you, and has hurt us? We're alone together, just like we always wanted!"
Matthew heard a deranged laugh ring through the trees that chilled his blood.
"Come on, Mattie! Come back to me…Or wait...is this a game? You know how I love games, you're ever the considerate one! So hide and seek is it! Ohh, what will I get if I win…?" his voice trailed off to a seductive purr, causing Matt to shake in fear. He knew exactly what would happen.
During his taunting, Matthew had found a large rock to hide behind as he gauged where exactly the man stood. The cold night air started to seep through his skin, chilling him to the bone. His teeth chattered, causing him to cup his mouth. This he didn't know if it were from fear or from the cold. All he ran out in were the pyjamas that he earned- a tank top and sweatpants.
The forest was deathly silent- there were no sounds other than the whisper of the wind through the trees. But to Matthew, the silence was deafening. His shaking worsened, and the wait made him feel lightheaded. He couldn't take it, he just couldn't wait there. With a silent cry, Matthew pushed away from the rocks and ran. He could hear the man exclaim excitedly, and the sounds of crinkling leaves and snapping of branches followed Matthew.
He tried to run faster, to dip around the trees and lose his stalker, but the forest was soon very difficult to see through bleary, wet eyes. Matthew could feel the man behind him, he was so close. He could almost feel their hot breath on his neck already. Matthew let out a choked whimper which was met with a deep laugh. Before he knew it, he felt himself tackled to the ground, but that didn't stop him. He fought and he struggled with all his might, pushing at the heavy body above him. Regrettably, any space he gained was quickly taken back when the man pulled at him.
He tried to lay a punch on his attacker, but all that served was getting his wrist captured. His right arm was successfully pinned to the cold ground above his head, but he still had his legs and left arm. Foolishly Matthew tried to punch the man again, but he just heard a condescending laugh before his other hand was pinned by his head. Their job quite easy now, his captor laughed again, smooth and provocative this time as he laid his body between Matthew's thrashing legs.
Matthew tried to get him away, pulled at his wrists and bucked his hips, but their body weight and strength overpowered him. He continued to squirm under them, not yet out of energy. Taking all of this with ease, the man bent down to his ear and gave it a sharp bite before soothing it with his tongue.
"Oh Mattie…you're way too easy sometimes. Or…is it you wanted to be caught?" His kidnapper stared down into his eyes as he began to grind his pelvis against Matthew.
"Is it that you knew the chase would excite me? Did you know this would happen? You had to have known I would catch you. You cannot escape from me, Mattie. I will always find you."
He groaned, eyes fluttering, and pushed against Matthew even harder, his hips moving in a circular pattern. "Did you know we would end up like this? With me, pressing you down into the cold ground- the only way to heat up is from my body, from your reaction to my touches. And you respond so beautifully. The look on your face when you discover you are just as hard as I am- and you're getting there. The sounds you make when I caress and fondle you. The facial expressions, along with the sounds you make when I take you nice and deep. And oh...how I love it when you come for me, and how you cry my name."
Matthew was ashamed of himself for falling into the sound of his voice. Their hips never stopped and sure enough, he was hard like the man said he would become. Feeling a hand let go, the man took both of his wrists in one, as their free hand made a slow, torturous path down from his chest to his groin. The hem of Matthew's sweatpants was lifted and pushed down so his straining member was exposed to the air.
He felt the warm calloused hand envelop him and begin to stroke. "Now. Let's see how quickly I can get you to come, screaming my name." The man set off at an intense speed, working him and doing everything he knew that set Matthew off. Dipping low he bit Matthew's lip before invading his mouth. He never stopped pleasuring him, but did break away to look into his eyes and breathe against his skin.
"Come on, Mattie. Come for me…that's it, be a good boy…come and fill my hand."
Matthew tried to resist him. He attempted to shrink away, to move his head and pull at his wrists. But he was powerless against such forced stimulations, and he knew an orgasm was about to be ripped from him. He called out the man's name softly, begging him, but of course that wasn't good enough.
"I didn't hear you, Mattie. Louder, come on. Call out my name. Scream it. Nobody is here to hear you..." Although it was not said, Matthew heard the conclusion of his sentence loud and clear: '...or to save you.'
He was gripped a little tighter, stroked a little faster and Matthew was gone. Tensing, an orgasm tore through his body, causing him to shudder and moan out his captor's name.
"Alfred!"
Alfred just smiled and watched Matthew's face, drinking in his expressions. He only stopped stroking once he was sure he milked out every last sensation from Matthew. Boneless, Matthew stared blearily up towards the sky, anywhere but Alfred. Tears ran unchecked down his cheeks.
"Oh, Mattie..." Alfred breathed, staring at him. "You are so beautiful when you cry. Your eyes look like amethysts..."He brought his hand to his mouth and licked off one digit as he watched Matthew hide his eyes and tears from him. Moaning, he brushed another soiled finger to Matthew's lips before licking his mouth clean. Matthew did not fight him as he did this.
"Mmm, what a good boy. Now…it's my turn."
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A/N: Just a short little chase!kink fic I wanted to get out O u O
I might continue it, I might not. Depends. /goes back to work on other fic.