It is one of those quiet, lazy days: a warm Sunday afternoon. The breeze that passes through his curtains and room momentarily cools his bare, sweat-silken back. Frankenstein leans into his pillows and stares absently at the ceiling. How strange, how rare, it is to have the luxury of doing nothing. Normally, he would be sprinting, trying to outrun, outwit, outlive his enemies. But for now, the warm air is making him sleepy; Dark Spear has been quiet all day, something almost too good to be true.
Frankenstein's eyes slip closed, and he listens to the soft rustling of the curtains; they blend with the sound of his breathing. His fingers trace the contours of his abdomen, wander over the smooth hills and valleys, until they reach the fabric of his pants. Frankenstein hesitates. Really, he should be doing something productive. There is still paperwork—not that it matters how productive he is, there is always another stack waiting for him at the end of the day—labwork, sewing, cooking, cleaning, gardening, redecorating, et cetera, et cetera.
But maybe, just for today, he'll put those things off until tomorrow.
He sighs.
He wonders what Master is doing with the children. Are they giving him a hard time? Kids can be so cruel sometimes, but they are still his adorable students, regardless of how much trash they produce.
When will Master be back? In the evening, probably, as is usual. So he should probably wait until then to do something like this, but…
His hands slip in. He feels himself. He breathes. The curtains dance. It is a warm Sunday afternoon.
Frankenstein cleans himself, but before he can dress in his usual attire, someone steps into his room. "Master, you're back early."
Raizel nods. "You were thinking of me," he says as if that is all the explanation he needs.
And it is. Frankenstein glances away, slightly embarrassed, not for the first time. "I was," he admits.
Raizel lets out a soft sigh and smiles as warmly as the air. He glances at the shirt in Frankenstein's hands. "Would you like my assistance this time?"
Frankenstein smiles to himself, a coy, giddy smile. He sets the shirt down. "I...would; that is, if you don't mind."
Raizel's eyes glint in the sunlight. "I don't mind."
It is a warm Sunday evening.
Frankenstein clenches his eyes shut and cums for the sixth time. Or maybe seventh. Or maybe more. He doesn't quite remember. It has been a very productive day.
He lifts himself from being facedown on the bed onto his hands and knees and turns around. He sits up, leans back on his arms, and sighs. He stares dazedly at Raizel who crawls over to his side and rests his head on Frankenstein's shoulder.
"Would you like to continue?" Raizel asks softly. He places a kiss on Frankenstein's neck, brushes his lips against the back of Frankenstein's ear.
Frankenstein looks down at himself, rubs at the chafed skin around his wrists from their previous activities, and smiles. He wouldn't mind a few more marks. He nods. "But this time, Master, I want you to make me serve you." Frankenstein feels Raizel lift his head from his shoulder and he turns to face him. He knows this is one of his more...difficult requests.
But Raizel knows him well enough to know what he wants. "Very well," he says. He looks at Frankenstein intently. "Stand with your back to the bed."
Frankenstein does so.
Raizel shifts over to the edge of the bed and picks up the silk sash left from earlier. "I would like your hands, please."
Frankenstein puts his hands behind his back and Raizel begins to loop the silk through them. It slides smoothly against his skin, and Frankenstein can picture his Master's face, all quiet concentration because he wants to do this right for him. Frankenstein remembers the first times they had attempted bondage, and he would smile sympathetically as Master fiddled with the knot only to undo it and start over again. Master would glance back and forth between Frankenstein's limbs and the texts and diagrams Frankenstein had prepared. But now, Raizel hardly needs Frankenstein's instruction for these kinds of things.
Raizel tugs at the silk once more and tells Frankenstein to turn around. He considers Frankenstein for a moment with gentle eyes, opens his mouth slightly as if to say something, then decides against it. After a pause, "kneel."
Frankenstein's knees hit the floor hard enough to bruise. His heartbeat quickens. He smiles and looks at Raizel to see him part his legs and gaze down at him expectantly.
It is a command Frankenstein understands. He bends down, invites Master past his lips and draws him into his mouth. He presses forward, pulls back, sucks, licks, kisses, does what he can to bring Master pleasure with his hands restrained behind his back.
He feels himself become excited, feels the ache to be touched. He struggles a bit against the bonds, but they hold his hands still and he must not break them. Raizel's breathy sounds, his hands in his hair, his little shudders only make Frankenstein more impatient.
Frankenstein presses a moan to Raizel's skin. He looks up with pleading eyes, and perhaps it is a mistake because Raizel's rosy face and parted lips are the cutest things he's seen.
Frankenstein's breath catches when he feels Master's foot press against his erection.
"Frankenstein, you're dripping on the floor."
"Ah, my apologies, Master." He grins. "I can't help myself around you."
Raizel blinks and glances away, his face redder than it had been. "Hm."
Cute.
Frankenstein rests his head against his master's thigh and sighs as Raizel strokes him, presses and rubs where it feels best. He brushes Frankenstein's hair away from his face. "I did not tell you to stop," Raizel says, and Frankenstein resumes.
He takes Raizel down his throat, feels Raizel press particularly hard against his erection, and swallows all he gives.
Master lets out a breath and caresses Frankenstein's face. Frankenstein looks up and sees Master back away towards the center of the bed, a ruby eyed incubus, a siren, an enchanter. But before he can follow, Master presses those toes against Frankenstein's lips, and Frankenstein eagerly takes them in. He licks his own taste clean.
Once both of them are on the bed, Raizel embraces Frankenstein from behind, nuzzles the back of his ear, and sinks his fangs into the side of his neck. Frankenstein savors the feeling and feels his own fangs protrude. He bites down on his lip to draw blood. He turns around, presses their mouths together, urging Master to drink, to bite, to do what he will with and to his body and know that Frankenstein doesn't mind one bit—a special privilege granted only to Master.
Raizel breaks the kiss. They breathe each other in, press their foreheads together. Raizel looks into Frankenstein's eyes with a tremor of disquiet in his thoughts that flows down their link.
Frankenstein catches it, and Raizel drops his gaze. "I do not mean to question your judgment," he says softly.
"I know," Frankenstein whispers. "And I do not mean to either. That's why I give myself to you, Master."
"You give me more than I deserve."
"You deserve more than I can give."
Silence loud enough to hear their fluttering heartbeats. They look at each other and what could they say? They had had this conversation before, every waking moment. Neither of them deserved the other. Both of them deserve so much more.
Raizel sighs, smiles, presses Frankenstein down on the bed. Sees the sun his hair, the sky in his eyes, and heaven in his soul. And perhaps, just for Frankenstein, he can allow himself to take that sun, sky, and sea, to devour a slice of heaven, to be as greedy as Frankenstein wishes him to be.
And it would be all right.
Frankenstein is left a little sore, a little bruised, and very content. He stretches his arms and sits up.
Raizel tenderly helps him get cleaned and dressed. "We're late for dinner," he states as he's tying Frankenstein's black ribbon.
"Oh."
"They're most likely waiting for us."
"I'll give them a break from the dishes to make up for it."
Raizel stares at Frankenstein.
"And I won't give them extra chores," Frankenstein finally adds.
Raizel does the last button of Frankenstein's shirt, satisfied.
Since this is just a oneshot collection of Raizel's and Frankenstein's sexual shenanigans, feel free to make suggestions/give me prompts either here or on Tumblr. I'm probably more likely to see stuff on Tumblr though. So yeah, thanks for reading!