Rating: R
Summary: Picks up a few days after the first chapter...Cody loves to shop?
Disclaimer: All fiction
Cody picked threw a small wooden bowl of an assortment of decorate pins and broaches with a disappointed sighed. He was rather bored shopping in town today, and after spending an hour or more going from merchant stand to merchant stand he was pretty tired and frustrated too. Nothing caught his eye or excited him, not even a gold, beautifully jeweled bracelet he wore and had forced himself to buy. Sure he wanted it and thought it was quite exquisite but for some reason it just didn't make him happy like he normally was after buying a new piece of jewelery. He still felt a sense of emptiness...and strong overwhelming lonielness...
He sighed heavily as he absently pushed the expensive pins around in their bowl, mostly just trying to kill time until Evan returned from wherever he was spending John's money so they could pack up and go home. Even though home was where he felt the loneliest he really wanted to be there, either in bed or with Phinnaeus, or anywhere he could go and get out of his favorite white silk shirt. As much as he loved it, it was too clingy, too stifling, and too unnessicarily expensive to be wearing while shopping around town. The silk shirt, with silver edged collars and sleeves stuck to his body as he sweat and it seemed as if it had melted against his skin under a tight black vest that was tied exceptionally tight down the front of his chest. Below that he wore tight black cotton pants lined and stitched with expensive silver threads and black elegant boots that laced up his calves over them.
He stopped thinking about them glared down at his clothes for a moment and felt like a fool, all dressed up with no place to go. Ted always insisted he dress perfectly at all times and went so far as to pick his clothes out for him when he failed to impress him with his choice of garmets. And today was no exception. He jerked his eyes back to the bowl in his hands on the table and tried to force away the sick feeling rising in his gut. He felt like a fucking doll, Ted's fucking doll.
Something bumped and pushed at his legs, interrupting his train of thought and the small hands of a child rudely started trying to force him out of the way to put it's small body closer to the table. He huffed as he rolled his eyes and tried to ignore it. This wasn't the first time someone's ill-behaved offspring became over excited and impatient while waiting their turn for a peak at a merchants treasures and he found ignoring the child often made them go away. But a small boy reached up and snagged the bowl of pins right out of his hands.
He huffed as pins and broaches flew in every direction and scowled as he turned to give the young child a sound scolding. The small black haired boy he recognized as one of the many troublesome children of the high society stared up at him with tears already in his eyes, his bottom lip trembling and ready to release a terrified cry. "You don't fool me." He told him as he shook his finger at him, "I'm not falling for your false tears and your brother needs to learn some manners and-" He stopped with a gasp, catching a glimpse of a familiar black hooded sweater in the sea of people behind the small boy.
The man wearing it seemed to hear him because his head jerked up, giving only a glimpse of perfect blue eyes before he quickly turned and hurried away threw the crowd. He gasped again, softer this time. He knew that sweater, he knew those eyes!
Forgetting about the child completely he carefully pushed his way into a small crowd and followed the hooded stranger threw the mass of shoppers and merchants until they thinned out and he watched him disappear between two abandoned short stone buildings that he recognized to be once owned by rich, now deceased, land owners and he stopped and looked around nervously as he contemplated going any further. Did he dare to wander between the buildings after him? How would he explain himself if he found him? What would he say? It wouldn't be as if he simply ran into him in the crowd, he was following him.
He frowned as he took a step back, suddenly aware of the reality of his actions. WHY was he following him? The man was obviously in a hurry and didn't have time for his thanks and he had no business chasing him down like this. It was innapropriate and rude... But then again so was trepassing and running off without so much as giving him a name, starting the mystery and leaving images of blue eyes that haunted him at night. He knew he couldn't let him get away again without saying thank you, he'd made that mistake already and he'd barely gotten any sleep since then. He stood up straight and grew brave and pushed himself to walk between the buildings. He had thank the man for saving his life, it was the proper, polite thing to do and hopefully it would put his mind at peace. Tossing and turning for another night seemed unbareable and it was time he put an end to the madness. Especially since he actually had the chance.
But just as he passed the stone edges of buildings he stopped in his tracks, mouth falling open in shock as he looked around and found no one. The alley was completely empty. What the hell? He rapidly scanned the entire length of the grassy, shadowed alley and scowled. How could he just disappear like that! Again! And why WAS he in such a hurry to run off? Was he worried he would turn him in for tresspessing? How rude and presumptuous! He hadn't told a soul of their brief encounter and he wouldn't-It was their little secret and as long as he got to say his peace and thank him for his assistance, he would forget about the whole damn thing. But with his second frighteningly quick disappearance it seemed as if the mysterious stranger didn't want any part of thanks...Or maybe, simply, it just hadn't been him...Maybe the whole damn thing was just delusion, a game his mind was playing on him after he'd fallen and hit his head. Perhaps his idle mind was just THAT bored.
He huffed and turned around, grumbling under his breath, eyes narrowed as they glared at the ground, lost in thought and completely oblivious to the dangerous man behind him. He took only one step and firmly collided with a broad, muscular, firm chest that he bounced off of with a surprised yelp and jerked his head up to quickly apologize for his rudeness. But he gasped, and threw himself against the wall, eyes wide as he stared up at the hooded stranger he recognized as the man who'd recently saved his life and immediately began to tremble under the stare of perfect, haunting blue eyes. "It is you."
The stranger tugged the hood from his face and let it hang loose down his back as he glared down at him suspiciously. "Why are you following me?"
"Well I..." Cody swallowed hard passed a lump of nerves threatening to steal his voice and made himself stop trembling. "I never got to thank you for saving my life..." He watched the strangers brow arch and knew he had a small window of opportunity to keep his attention. "I'm Cody. What's your name?"
The stranger looked him over slowly, hungrily, stopping for several seconds to focus on the bruise over his cheek before moving down his body and then came back up. "Randal." He finally answered.
Cody smiled nervously, blushing as he felt the older man devour him with his eyes and fought off a shiver. No one, not even Ted, had ever looked at him in such a way. "Thank you for helping me the other day," He forced himself to say to break the awkward silence that had settled in around them. "Phinnaeus would have trampled me if it hadn't been for you." He reached up and removed a necklace from around his neck, "I wanted to give you this as a token of my appreciation. It's rather expensive despite it's simplicity and should fetch you quite a bit of money. " He explained and carefully stretched his arm out towards him and un-clutched his long slender fingers from his palm, presenting a beautiful shiny gold chain. But the stranger only gave it a quick glance and scowled slightly as if offended and didn't reach to retrieve it.
Cody frowned, slightly embarrassed and some what hurt as he let his hand fall back down to his side and let the expensive beautiful chain hang loose between his fingers. "Do you not have a healthy appetite for fine jewelery?" He paused as he looked over his clothes a little more closely and arched a brow when he noticed the tattered edges of the black sweater and the wearing thin of the matierial of faded black jeans down his perfect, long slender legs. "Or anything fine for that matter?"
Randal's chin rose slightly, his expression blank but yet some how still cold and suspicious. "Not for jewelery. But other fine things...I have quite the appetite." Oh yes, he was quite hungry, his appetite strong and controlling and only for a certain, delectable young virgin.
Cody gave him a puzzled look as he chewed his lip nervously and toyed with the chain in his hand. "So you won't accept my gift?"
Randal's expression never changed as his shoulders rose gracefully in a shrug, "I have no use for it." He answered and stuck his chin up in the air proudly. "I do not need money."
Cody gulped a he struggled to meet his gaze and pressed himself harder against the wall, suddenly afraid that he may be in the presence of a mad man and tried not to panic. Who in their right mind thought they didn't need money! How absurd! The man had to be completely insane! "I-I'm sorry." He stammered nervously. "I was just trying to be polite. You ran off so quickly the other day that I didn't get a chance to thank you. I-I thought a gift would be appropriate..."
Randal cocked his head to the side in amusement and smirked, the poor little virgin was terrified of him? He wished he could take him into his arms and kiss all his fear away. If only he could just tell him that he was safe, that He'd NEVER hurt his precious Cody he'd know how unnecessary his fear really was...
"You're rather frightened of me, aren't you?"
"Maybe." Cody admitted softly as he continued to avoid his gaze. "There's a madman going around killing the rich land owners and I'm just wondering why haven't I seen you in town before? I'm here all the time, I think I would remember seeing someone like you. Are you new here?"
Randal grew serious again at the mention of the town, his jaw tightening firmly as he tensed in anger."I live close by but do not often frequent the town as I do not...fit in here." More like didn't belong there. He never had, even when he was rich and a member of the high society he just didn't fit in there. They all looked down on him, stuck their noses up at him...STOLE from him.
"What were you doing on my fiance's land then? Trying to steal his horses?"
"Why? Because I am poor?" Randal asked and scoffed as he took a step closer to him, "And the poor couldn't possibly just be searching for a bite to eat?"
Cody eyed his movements carefully and fought off another tremble as the older man came even closer, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."
Randal curled and tucked his finger under his chin and gently guided him to meet his gaze. "Nor I you."
Cody blinked hard in confusion and knew he should have pulled away or pushed the handsome stranger out of his personal space and scolded him for his crude behavior. But he could only shake his head and fight off more shivers and trembles as Randal moved even closer. "I-You didn't."
"Didn't I?"
"No." Cody replied quickly. "Bu-But I must know, why were you on my fiance's land? Don't you know who he is? Don't you know what he would do to you if he caught you trespassing?"
He found his questions amusing. Oh yes, he knew who his fiance was and he would love to kill him and claim his delicious lover as his own. But Ted Dibiase Junior wasn't on the list, he wasn't a part of the plan. Nor was Cody.
"I know who you belong to..."
Cody gasped, "I don't belong to him." He scowled and pointed his finger at him in shame. "How dare you! Do not objectify me like that you ignorant beast! I want to be with him."
"Ah yes, the money." Randal chuckled softly, bitterly. "He does provide for you doesn't he?"
"Ted takes very good care of me." Cody replied proudly. "I'm very lucky to have him."
"And that is what is important to you, isn't it?" He asked as he touched the new bracelet over his wrist, "These jewels." He brought the hand up and toyed with the silver laced edges of his collar and lowered his voice to a deep seductive rumble. "Your expensive clothes..."
Cody shrugged a small shrug, hiding a shiver that the other mans tone sent down his spine."There's nothing wrong with enjoying the finer things in life."
Randal arched a brow slightly, inching even closer to him, "What if what you want, can't be bought?"
"I don't know what you mean." Cody replied with a serious frown. "Everything has a price, everything and everyone."
"Even a kiss?"
"Of course." Cody laughed softly, nervously. "I could buy one from you if I wanted."
Randal smirked as he shook his head. "No, a real kiss... Something you've never experienced..."
Cody gasped, his brows furrowing hard in anger as he blushed profusely. "I have so! I kiss my fiance all the time!"
"Really?" He asked, lowering his voice to an even deeper, seductive mumble as he took the last step and closed the small distance between them. "And you don't think there's anything missing when you kiss your fiance?" He watched him licked his lips nervously and swallow hard as he starred up at him with wide, innocent eyes and knew he had him. He would melt like ice in his hands. "Like what?" Cody asked, his voice only as high as a timid whisper.
Without breaking his gaze he slid his hand up his chest and Cody gasped softly as he caressed the side of his neck with the back of his hand, letting his fingers slowly trail over sensitive flesh before be brought both hands up and covered his ears so his palms formed a seal to block out any sound and heightened the young virgins other senses and drew him in close, forcibly holding his attention so his mouth became the younger mans whole world. For him and no other he had ready, the perfect kiss, and he'd been dying to give it to him.
Gently, he placed lingering touches of his lips to his, taking the time to memorize the feeling before they parted and he snaked his tongue inside to taste and explore the delicious warm sweet heaven beyond them. He licked along his tongue and lips sensually, slowly guiding them into the kiss until they were twining, dancing, never parting and Cody was leaning in for more. He guided his head back to relax in his hands as he titled his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking and tasting the back of his mouth, opening it up for the passion of his kiss that he knew the virgin would other wise choke on.
Cody's hands grabbed his sweater in tight fists as he clung to him with a soft whimper and he knew he had to pull away. They had to stop.
He gracefully broke the kiss, stopping him when he tried to follow his lips and slid his hands down slightly, cupping his cheeks, cradling his beautiful face in his strong, powerful hands. "Passion." He whispered as looked down into his bright, glassy, aroused blue eyes and stroked his thumb over his bottom lip gently for a moment as he felt him tremble in his hands. Cody was so ready, so eager and willing to accept his passion and so, SO much more. It made him ache with desire just to look at him...
He breathed deep as his body pressed against him on it's own accord. Fucking hell. He was going to give it to him if he didn't put some space between them. In fact he needed to stay away from this one all together. The young virgin was only trouble, trouble he really didn't need.
They could never be together, their worlds were too different, he was a killer and Cody was...Cody was innocent. And he needed to stay that way.
With a soft breath he gave his big beautiful blue eyes one more quick look and decided it was time to go. Before he did anything stupid. "Money can't buy you everything." He whispered to him then released his perfect face and head gently and stepped back.
Cody had been in a daze and had barely heard his last words but they pulled him back to reality and his hand shot out and reached for him before he could stop it. He called out to him, pushing himself away from the wall and blindly chased him around the corner. "Wait!" But again just like that, he was gone and he let his voice rise with disappointment, "Come back..."
He fell against the wall as he rubbed a hand threw his short brown hair and took a deep shuddery breath. What the fuck just happened! Did the strange hooded man really just...KISS him? And not just any kiss, it was the most intense, earth moving, mind blowing, unbelievably passionate kiss he'd ever had in his life. He raked both hands threw his short hair now as he realized he was still slightly winded and did his best to reign his raging body back under control with slow, deep breaths.
"Cody!" Evan's voice suddenly caught him off guard and he jumped, turning around just as his small friend approached him, his brow dipped in concern and several black cloths bags hanging from his small arms. "I've been looking all over for you! What on earth are you doing back here!"
"Nothing I just needed to get out of the sun for a minute." He lied quickly. "I'm ready to get out of here." And he was, now more than ever.
"Me too. I spent all the money John gave me." Evan said with a proud smile. "He bought me some very nice clothes today. What about you? What did Teddy buy you?"
"Actually..." He started to say and looked down at the bracelet on his wrist, "I didn't really buy anything. Just this."
"What?" Evan said with a shocked gasp and looked him over closely. "That's it! Goodness Cody are you feeling okay?"
He nodded and shrugged. "Nothing really caught my eye." Nothing on any merchant table that felt so ashamed now that he'd come down from the high of their kiss and was finally thinking clearly again. How could he let a perfect stranger just kiss him like that? He was engaged to the most wonderful man and he was so very lucky to have him. How could he be so mindless?
"Goodness really?" Evan cut in and interrupted his thoughts. "How can that be?"
"I don't know. But when Phinny threw me the other day I did hit my head." He answered with another shrug. What he DID know was, after that kiss, it wasn't clothes or jewelery he wanted from Ted anymore. It was raw, wild, unforgettable passion. And it was all the mysterious hooded strangers fault. Randal's fault.
"That must be it then, you must have knocked your self silly." Evan snickered as they approached their carriage and the driver jumped down and open the door for them to climb inside, standing aside properly and tipped his hat to them politely.
They climbed inside, Evan setting the bags over his arms on the floor before plopping down next to him on the small cushioned seat and frowned at him. "Getting thrown by Phinnaeus, is that how you got the bruise on your cheek?"
He frowned too, taken aback by his question and subconsciously covered his cheek with his hand to hide it. He only wished Phinnaeus had been responsible for it...Anyone other than Ted. "Actually yeah." He lied smoothly, fighting bitterness that rose in his voice. He hated that it wasn't the first time he'd had to blame Phinnaeus for a bruise he hadn't inflicted and he hated that he was certain it wouldn't be the last. "That stubborn stallion threw me again."
Evan shook his head as he chuckled, "I'm surprised Teddy has let you keep Phinny after how many times he's thrown you! That makes what, six, seven times now?"
"Seven and well um, Ted doesn't know about this last time so let's just keep that between you and me."
"Of course...But how could he not know?" Evan asked curiously, leaning closer with an arched brow. "Doesn't he watch you ride?"
"Not all the time, but he watches me from the porch for a while every day."
Evan sat back, his brow dipping in concern. "So Ted doesn't spend much time with you then does he?"
He shook his head slowly and starred out the window into the woods sadly, trying to hide the shame in his eyes. "Not really..."
"You poor thing." Evan whined for him softly as he put his head on his shoulder. "I wouldn't know what to do if my John didn't pay me enough attention. Have you tried mentioning it to Ted? Maybe he could make some time for you?"
He sighed softly as he tore his eyes from the window and found Evan's sincere big brown eyes looking up at him from his shoulder, "He's always rather busy and I've tried talking to him before but perhaps I should try again."
"You should." Evan encouraged softly. "No one deserves to be lonely Cody."
He looked away and blushed. The only thing he wanted to do was spend time with Ted, in his bed and in his arms, and that was exactly why Ted kept pushing him away. They weren't married yet. It wasn't proper.
"Hey um..." He started to ask nervously, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment. "Do you and John...You know...Do it?"
"No," Evan replied with a disappointed sigh. "He's wants us to wait until we're officially wed. But, " He paused and smiled big as he sat up. "We do other things."
"Same here. Ted insist's that we wait." He tried not to be embarrassed or ashamed and tried to hide the fact that he was absolutely, positively on FIRE and burning for more that what Ted was giving him. "I'm just curious as to what I should expect when Ted and I marry. I know how it works. I know he'll put his um...sex, in my...body. I just don't know how it could you know...FIT."
Evan's eyes grew wide, "Goodness! You've never tried with anything?"
He frowned, confused and a little taken off guard by his question. "Like what?"
"A candle? A big enough cucumber-"
"Evan!" He said with a gasp, his eyes wide in shock and he was truly appalled to hear his friend speak of such a thing. Who on earth put a candle...IN their body?
"Oh don't be such a prude." Evan giggled and dismissed his objection with a wave of his hand. "I'm telling you, it works!"
He frowned but his curiosity got the best of him and he dared to ask, "Does it hurt?"
"A little bit at first. It's all in how you breathe." Evan explained with a shrug and then smiled an even bigger smile. "But once you relax it's...Well, it's simply divine!"
He chuckled and shook his head, finding his younger friends enthusiasm slightly amusing. Divine? Really? He seriously doubted that. "Does John know that you do that to yourself?"
Evan nodded quickly, smiling now from ear to ear. "He likes to watch."
He blinked rapidly, temporarily blinded by shock. "Wow." His heart sank as it became heavy with had never even suggested they try something new like that. He never even gave him the option. "How I envy you...John must really lust for you."
Evan put his hand on his knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze, "I know this is very intimate but I must ask you, does Teddy not let you touch him at all?"
"No he does." He answered quickly and it was true, he touched Ted every night. Just not always where he wanted to. "It's just...I'm so anxious and he really wants to wait...I think I'm drive him crazy most of the time."
Evan chuckled and gave his knee another squeeze, "You're libidinous."
He frowned, "Excuse me?"
"Libidinous. You know, lustful, bothered, frustrated..." He paused and arched a brow suggestively high. "Horny!"
His mouth fell open in another gasp, "Evan please! I-"
"It's okay Cody!" His young friend quickly interrupted him again. "I understand where you're coming from. I was pretty frustrated for a while so just trust me, find yourself a big candle or a nice thick cucumber and some oil and go for it. It will take the edge off and you'll be that much more ready for Teddy on your wedding night." He bent down as he riffled threw a big black velvet bag between his feet and after a moment brought into his lap with an excited giggle. "Here." He said as he placed a small slender, dark brown bottle into his hand.
He frowned as he looked it over closely, rolling it in his palm and catching the sight of a clear thick fluid bubbling between a black twist cap and the round bottom of the bottle as it moved. "What is this?"
"It's flavored body oil!" Evan replied excitedly."You can keep that one, I just bought a ton of them." He paused and giggled as he peeked into the bag again. "John loves the peach flavor."
"I've never heard of such a thing." He commented skeptically and held the small bottle up to the light shinning threw the window to inspect the thick fluid within, curious now and wondering if it actually tasted as Evan described. It sounded more like a desert than anything he'd ever put on his body and he really didn't think Ted would ever approve of it either. He just wasn't very...creative like that. "Are you sure it's safe?"
"It's new but trust me, John's been licking it off my body for weeks and he's never once gotten sick."
He tucked it into his shirt pocket and shrugged, it was worth a shot right? "I suppose Ted might like it." He seriously doubted it.
"He will." Evan assured. "I know he likes his sweets so I gave you vanilla. It tastes like warm cream." Evan giggled again as he snuggled closer to him and set the bag back down on the floor between his feet. "Just trust me, you'll be thanking me the next time you see me."
He smiled down at his friend one more time before gluing his eyes outside the window and tried to loose himself in the never ending rows of trees and bushes of the woods as the carriage slowly took them towards home. He'd be thanking him? He seriously doubted that too.