Chapter 2
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The red Ferrari parked outside of the Capulet mansion wall that night. Mercutio stepped out, wondering how to approach the situation. "I could always just go right in. I'm not an enemy to the house after all." But, even as he said it, he knew he wouldn't do it. Instead, he chose to climb up the stone wall into the courtyard. He landed on the brick walkway, blending into the darkness. He quietly ran through the yard to the pool area. Avoiding the security cameras, he climbed up the vines to the ledge above. "Now what?" He asked, putting his hands on his hips. Suddenly, he heard footsteps. Mercutio looked to his left, seeing a night guard coming his way. Trying not to panic, the dark swordsman found an open window close by. He scurried through the opening just as the guard came to the spot where he was hiding. Mercutio froze, barely making a sound as he moved closer into the room. The guard passed silently by. Mercutio let out a sigh of relief, gently closing his means of entering. His eyes began to slowly roam the room. It was a large bedroom, the walls a deep blood red. The bed was large, a little too big for just one person. The room was elegantly decorated with royal blue accents, and Mercutio wondered exactly who lived in such a splendid place. Then, the unlocking of a door filled his ears. He quickly spun around to an unseen door directly behind him. The door creaked open. Mercutio's hand twitched to his gun as steam began to leak into the room. A man stepped inside, his bare feet slapping the granite floor. As the steam cleared, the swordsman's eyes widened at the figure presented. There, in his mist, was the object of his affection, Tybalt the Capulet, in a royal blue towel wrapped around his waist.
Tybalt had been in his shower, cleaning himself off after a rough training practice earlier that day, and the usual boner from seeing Mercutio. When he heard footsteps in his bedroom, he sighed.
"Who in their right mind would think to try to break into my home?" he asks himself, grabbing his towel. After drying off his body, he wrapped the towel around his waist before going into his bedroom, expecting to see a poor, desperate fool in need of money. What he didn't expect to see was Mercutio standing by the now closed window. His eyes scanned the kinsman's body, the black muscled skin covered lightly in sweat, the slow rise and fall of his chest, the way his twisty deep brown hair clung to his brow. Oh, how he wanted he wanted to drop his towel and beg the dark beauty to take all of him! Tybalt shook himself mentally. This was his chance. He gave a crooked smile to the man in front of him, loosening his towel a bit so that the "V" shape of his hip was showing.
"Mercutio. What a surprise! What brings you here?" he asked, making the man's name roll off his tongue like a purr. Mercutio, still a bit loss of words, remained silent. Tybalt's smile grew. He carefully took a step forward on the granite. He stopped when he was within arm's length of him. "Well?" The kinsman blinked.
"Uh, I came to tell you something….king of cats," Mercutio mentally cursed the stutter in his voice. Tybalt chuckled, using his hand to sweep his damp hair out of his eyes.
"What was it?" Mercutio contemplated how to say his feelings.
"Dear Capulet, recently, I've been feeling something strange for you lately," he decided to start. Tybalt raised a brow. "And, I'm not exactly sure how to express it, this complicated feeling. Suffice to say, I think I love you, Tybalt." The Capulet's eyes widened a fraction at the kinsman's proclamation. Mercutio saw. "B-But, listen, I'm sure that this idiotic feeling will dis-" before he could finish, he found Tybalt abnormally close to him, so close he could feel the heat from his shower radiate off of him. Tybalt looked into Mercutio's dark brown eyes, every nerve in his body humming in excitement. He felt the same way! Tybalt raised his hand, letting his fingertips dance down Mercutio's jaw.
"Don't let this feeling disappear," he whispered desperately. Mercutio's eyes zeroed in on the shorter male's, seeing their depths laden with lust and longing. The proud Capulet let his finger skim along the dark cheek, relishing the smooth feel. "I feel the same love you feel for me. Don't hide from it, please." Mercutio was statue still as he let Tybalt's hand trace its way to his hair. Tybalt smiled. "Embrace it. Act on it." The Capulet licked his lips which were hovering above his loves. "Finally," he whispered to himself. Then, he roughly brought his mouth on the dark lips he dreamed of kissing.
Everything inside of Mercutio went from 0 to 100 degrees. His control broke. Before he knew it, his arms were wrapped around Tybalt's warm waist, pulling him closer. The Capulet moaned, burying both hands into the dark twist, forgetting all about his towel. Mercutio sighed, letting Tybalt slip his eager tongue into his mouth. Tybalt groaned, feeling his knees buckle. Oh how long he waited for this! How long he waited to taste the dark man that held him. He began to move his leg up and down the kinsman's erratically, lifting it up to hook around his waist. Mercutio chuckled into the heated kiss, pulling away. Tybalt sighed, kissing the underside of his jaw.
"My, my, someone is excited. I don't think I can do everything standing up." Tybalt nipped at the skin of his neck teasingly.
"Then take me to bed, baby. I've been waiting for you. "He said seductively. The kinsman laughed, sending shivers down Tybalt's spine.
"I'll be happy to oblige." With one swift yank, he lifted Tybalt in the air, and carried him to the plush bed. He laid him down, spreading him out like a delicious feast in front of him. Tybalt reached for him, craving his warmth, which Mercutio was more than willing to give. The dark man climbed on top of his prize, his lips catching the others in a passion filled kiss. Tybalt let out a sigh, running his tongue over his lover's, gripping the front of the man's shirt. The Capulet's fingers tore violently at the cloth, wanting to feel the dark skin that had been out of reach for so long. Tybalt growled, forcefully ripping the white shirt into. Mercutio gasped lightly, feeling Tybalt's hand ghost down his chest.
"A little anxious aren't we?" he whispered against the Capulet's ear. Tybalt moaned licking the now exposed collar bone. He almost climaxed at the taste!
"I've been wanting for so long, I can't stand it," he murmured against the dark skin. Mercutio smiled, licking the shell of the tan ear.
"You need not wait any longer dearest," he whispered. Tybalt groaned, yanking Mercutio's head back to kiss him hard. Mercutio chuckled darkly, beginning to grind against his lover. Tybalt moaned into his mouth, wrapping his legs around his waist. Each rock sent lighting through his body.
"M-Mercutio, please! I-I want- Ah!" Tybalt said through groans and mews. Mercutio stopped his grinding, hovering above the Capulet's body. Marveling at it, the kinsman traced a finger down the damp chest, circling a perked nipple. Tybalt whimpered, biting his lip. Mercutio smiled, leaning down to place a wet kiss on his shoulder, trailing his tongue to the juncture of his neck. He sucked at the patch of skin, twisting the nipple in between his fingers. Tybalt licked his lips, loving the pain and heat his kinsman was giving him. When Mercutio bit down onto his neck on impulse, Tybalt moaned loudly, fisting his hands into twisted hair. Mercutio groaned, dragging his tongue sensually down his chest to the dark nub. His hand traced down the length of the Capulet's body, his fingertips grazing over his twitching length. Tybalt hissed, bucking up towards the floating hand. Mercutio smiled, taking the perked bud into his mouth while roughly grabbing his length.
"AH! Me-Mercutio!" Tybalt said, his hands raking through the thick brown locks. Mercutio sucked on the nipple, his tongue licking around the nub wantonly. His hand jerked the hard organ, stroking it swiftly. Tybalt moaned, and wrapped his legs around Mercutio's body. The kinsman grinned at making the Capulet act this way, and kissed his way down to the hard organ in front of him. His breath tickled the skin, making Tybalt tingle in excitement. Mercutio's devilish tongue touched the stiff tip, returning to lick his lips. Tybalt looked down into the deep brown eyes he loved. Mercutio gave a half smile, before going down and engulfing the entire rod.
Tybalt let out a rough scream, writhing on the mattress. Mercutio moaned, beginning a slow bob. He twirled his tongue around the flesh playfully, trying to taste all of his Capulet. He purred, sending vibrations through Tybalt's entire body. He whimpered.
"D-Don't do t-that! I-I'm trying to hold back as is!" Tybalt hissed as Mercutio tweaked his hardened nipple. Mercutio paused. He pulled back, the still hard erection slowly withdrawing from his mouth. Dark brown eyes connected with the hazy, and now slightly fear stricken eyes of the boy under him. Tybalt began to panic. Had he said something wrong? Was Mercutio going to leave? His breathing increased dramatically. Mercutio noticed, running a cool, dark hand over the taut chest to a smooth face. "Don't hold back anything from me, love. I want you to give me your all." Mercutio kissed his navel, swirling his tongue around the skin. "Make me want you. Go wild." Tybalt's eyes deepened in color. Mercutio went back down to the hot flesh. He licked from base to head, before swallowing the organ again. Tybalt grabbed Mercutio's head roughly, bucking up into his warm mouth. Mercutio gagged, but refused to let go. Tybalt began to thrust slowly in and out his mouth, the sinful tongue dancing around the thick length.
"Mer-Mercutio! I-I'm going to AH!" Tybalt moaned his pace quickening. Mercutio placed his hand on Tybalt's hips, controlling the rapid thrusts. He watched as the Capulet's hands fisted the maroon sheets, his body writhing underneath him. He knew he was close, and sucked hard at the head. "MERCUTIO!" he heard him shout loudly, spilling his seed into the awaiting mouth.
Mercutio gulped down the white liquid, relishing in the taste. He crawled back up the length of the now panting Capulet, kissing him thoroughly. Tybalt moaned wantonly, his fingers braiding their way into his thick hair. The kinsman laughed, bringing his hand to his lips. Like a well-trained harlot, he put three fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking on them as child would a lollipop. Tybalt moaned, his weeping length beginning to spring to life again. Mercutio released the fingers with a loud pop, moving them down to the Capulet's entrance.
"This may hurt a little bit, so bear with me," Mercutio said, placing a chaste kiss on Tybalt's lips. The Capulet leaned up, catching the retreating lips in a desperate kiss. Mercutio guided his fingers down, slowly pushing one in all the way to the knuckle. His brow rose, surprised at the lack of resistance. His heart leaped into his throat. Had Tybalt been with another? Tybalt wriggled, seeing Mercutio's eyes on his entrance.
"I've been wanting you for a long time. And the dreams I've had of you doing exactly this made me want you even more. I couldn't stand it, so I-" Mercutio kissed him silent, pushing another finger in. Tybalt moaned, his tongue now wrestling with his lover's. Mercutio's fingers scissor inside of Tybalt, trying to find his special spot. Suddenly, Tybalt's hands latched onto Mercutio's dark arm, digging his nails into the skin and moaned loudly. The kinsman grinned, hitting the spot again. Tybalt moaned again, biting his lip. It felt so good!
"Mercutio, enough! I-I want you now." He nodded, undoing his belt, and taking off his undergarments. Tybalt sighed. He truly was a sight to behold. Tybalt's eyes traced his six-pack, the defined hips, and, most of all, the thick length at his bottom. He moaned, raising his hips. "Please," he whispered. Mercutio gulped, not wanting to hurt his Capulet. He gingerly took hold of his legs, lifting them up and around his waist. He slowly pushed into Tybalt, the warmth almost his being undoing. Tybalt screamed, his nails digging into the kinsman's back. Mercutio hissed. He wanted so badly to pound away into the tight rear, but he didn't want in any way to hurt Tybalt. With a patience that rivaled that of a fasting priest, he waited for him to adjust. Tybalt held back tears of pain and joy. Finally, he was one with his love. No one could separate them again! Tybalt loved it, the feeling inside of him, and the feeling of Mercutio inside him. He felt so full it was almost too much for him to handle. He looked up into Mercutio's face, seeing the weight of control in his eyes. He reached up, cupping his cheek. "Rock my world," he said. Mercutio moaned, pulling out of the entrance to push back in. Tybalt groaned at the slow pace, the pleasure making him delirious. The kinsman moaned too, increasing their rhythm. It was sensual, incredibly intimate, and both were reeling and moaning in rapture. Mercutio's touches were like fire on Tybalt's skin. Right now, he was engulfed in an inferno. He wanted more, but he knew he was close. He didn't want it to end.
"No, I don't want it to stop!" Tybalt whimpered, screaming out in pleasure as Mercutio thrusted hard into him. The kinsman laughed, kissing the mewling Capulet.
"Don't worry. This will never go away. I'll always be here to make you feel as good as you do now, maybe even better. Therefore, release. Let me know how great I make you feel, lest I'll think otherwise and leave you in grief," he whispered silkily. Tybalt's eyes widened as the words pushed him over.
"MERCUTIO!" he moaned, wrapping his arms around the dark man's neck, letting wave after wave of ecstasy wash over him, his essence streaming over Mercutio's abdominal. The kinsman, grunted at the sudden tightness, following Tybalt over and shooting out his seed inside him.
Both lay on the now rumpled bed, Mercutio lying on top of Tybalt. Mercutio withdrew from Tybalt's warmth, the Capulet moaning quietly in the process.
"I take it you enjoyed our coupling," the kinsman said jokingly. Tybalt chuckled, his eyes slowly clearing. He turned to his Mercutio. The man lay on his side, his body shining in the sweat of the aftermath of their love making. The Capulet's cum was still clinging to his abs. Tybalt felt himself start to harden. How could he not when his own personal sex god was right beside him? His hand went to the soft brown cheek, bringing their lips together. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Mercutio jarred back, jumping off the bed. Tybalt clutched at him, sighing in anger.
"WHO IS IT?" Mercutio restrained a laugh, reaching to his discarded pants.
"Uh…sorry to intrude dear, but there's an intruder here," Lady Capulet said. Tybalt groaned, watching Mercutio discarded the tatters that were his shirt.
"Got it! Now leave me be!" he yelled, getting off the bed. He wrapped his arms around his kinsman in a backwards hug. "Don't leave me here alone. I want you with me," he begged, kissing his shoulder.
"I must take my leave or I'll be killed." Tybalt glared at the wall.
"Even if they try, I'll make them pay dearly." Mercutio laughed at the dark tone the smooth voice took. He kissed him deeply.
"Goodnight, my sweet. Until we meet again tomorrow," he whispered, going to the window and jumping out into the night. The Capulet ran to the sill, seeing the kinsman bound over the ledge. He sighed, going back to his bed. There, lying on a pillow lay a light red bullet. Tybalt picked up the object, turning it over in his hand. Engraved on the side was an artistic "M". Tybalt smiled, kissing the bullet lightly.
"My beautiful joker," he whispered, "My darling Mercutio."