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normal text: Malak
italic text: Laurent
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Chapter 3
(one week later)
(Laurent)
Finally, after a week of waiting, my Malak, the sweet, fiery stable hand would be coming today.
"Make sure he is well pleased. I want him as comfortable as possible." I said as I turned to face my butler/body guard.
Belluchi, as he was called, was starting to go cross-eyed with exasperation. He sighed and said, "Laurent, you needn't worry. My men and I will make him as comfortable as we possibly can. Telling me to do what is already being done will not the preparations go any faster." I stopped tying the ribbon in my hair to look at him.
He returned my stare with a raised eyebrow and even reply. "You and I have known each other since we were naught but babes, trust me to make him comfortable." He then smiled at me, something he rarely did. "Besides, I will even slip in that little drug, so that he may think only of you."
I do not know what my face portrayed, but whatever it was, it made his grin wider and then made him laugh. "I will attend to you later, My Lord." He said with a smirk before leaving me.
I in turn, glared at the door, more than embarrassed.
(Malak)
I sighed in defeat. Arguing with Lord Trevilion had done no good. I had been bought and payed for. I know, I should be grateful, two jobs, twice the pay. But I just can't, not when that ridiculous prep of a man is the one who bought me. I wanted to kill him.
"Argh…" I growled, 'I need to stop thinking about him, if I do…' I looked down. "Too late…" I sighed, and resigned myself to waiting. I had decided to wear my signature hat, along with a dark green tunic with no sleeves. My pants were a deep red and I wore my kid boots. As I watched the bulge in my pants my thoughts turned to that silver haired demon. He was so… so, raw. It frightened me what mere thoughts of him did to me. It was almost enough to make me leave this place. Almost.
I sighed again, feeling my fangs sliding out. I looked at my hand and saw it grow paler. I needed to feed, and soon, otherwise I'd turn on the horses. I scanned the crowd and spotted what I was looking for. I grabbed the wench's arm and dragged her into an alley. I whispered into her mind, making it sleep, I then bit her, feeding quickly but gently. Soon she passed out from the blood loss and I finished.
Before I stepped out of the alley, I made sure that any blood stains were gone. When I did step away, there was a carriage waiting for me. A man with dark hair approached me. "I suspect that you are Malak, no?" He was a good looking man, dark brown hair, grey eyes, full lips, not to mention he was tall.
"I am, are you the guy who was sent to pick me up?" I questioned with a raised eye brow.
"Who else would I be?" He shot back with a small ghost of a smile. He then opened the door to the cab and ushered me in.
Once inside, I sat down and waited.
(Laurent)
Waiting, ahh waiting. Something I have never been very good at. If there was a way to make him get her faster, I would do it. I decided to go for a ride on my stallion, 'He should be entertaining, that or he shall help me lose myself to time.' I thought as I changed into a riding outfit. Either way, Malak was taking far too long to get here. "Hmm… Perhaps I will go check his room one more time." I said to myself with a devious smile.
(Malak)
I woke to find myself on the floor of the carriage. Underneath me, my bag had become flat. I sighed, 'I'm going to have to iron my clothes again.' I thought. 'But more importantly…' I started to think. "Where am I?" I finished aloud. I stood on still sleepy legs, only to fall back onto the carpet when a sharp jerk shook the cab. I stood once more, lurching to the side, when the vehicle skidded to a stop. Once again I stood, this time in a crouch, ready for the next bump. Instead, the door opened and my driver said, "We have arrived. I trust the trip was to your enjoyment?"
I nodded thinking, 'Enjoyment my ass…'
He didn't stop moving, "This way. Although most of the servants have their own quarters, few, myself included, stay and live here." We walked along a large corridor before he stopped and motioned to a door in front of us. "This here, is your room. If you need anything, just call for me or go to Lord Laurent." With that said, he turned and left me alone in front of the door.
I looked at it and sighed. This door was highly intimidating. 'It's just a door…' I thought to myself angrily. I knew why I didn't want to cross it's threshold, it was because that doing so was truly sealing my fate. I would be stuck here for three weeks, and not be able to leave until the job was done. But that was just a cover up for my real reason for the anxiety I felt.
I wasn't afraid of new people, places, horses, no nothing of the sort; I was actually afraid of seeing Laurent again. The little scene we'd shared in the stables at Trevilion's a little over a week ago had left me with wet dreams galore. I had gotten very little sleep this last week. "Curse that man and his wicked tongue…" I muttered as I chanced to look down. "Damn it!" I whined. Then, sighing, I closed my eyes and opened the door.
(Laurent)
I lounged upon a boulder that sat on the bank of a stream that ran through one of the many patches of forest that bordered on my land. I sighed and gracefully flipped over onto my stomach, opening my gold eyes to stare at my stallion as I asked, "How far away do you think he is?"
His reply was a snort at me then he turned to graze upon the fresh green grass at his feet. "Humph. Well I certainly do appreciate your concern." I told him as I flipped back over. I shook out my hair so that it pooled out around my head like a curtain. My pale, barred skin shone and glistened in the wet mix of sunlight and mist from the waterfall. I then heard the sound of hooves pounding on the ground and tilted my head back to see who it was that approached me so boldly.
"Ahh, Belluchi, You took your time getting here." I said with a devious smile. "Is he in the room?" I asked as I slid down from my perch.
He nodded and averted his eyes from my bare upper half.
I laughed. "Belluchi, there is nothing here that you yourself do not see everyday"
"I understand that My Lord, but, I must keep my desires in check." His cheeks darkened slightly in a blush as he told me this.
"I see…" I walked up to him and his face towards mine. "Belluchi, you needn't control yourself when it is just us." I stared deep into his old, sad eyes.
"Laurent…" He breathed; he then captured my mouth into a kiss.
His kisses were gentle, they always were; the rest of him however, was hard as a rock. He pulled us closer together, and then shoved me into a tree. His large hands held my head gently as he ravished my mouth. He then proceeded to wrap one of my legs around his waist.
I gladly took a submissive role when it came to Belluchi. He preferred being dominant, and I have always had a secret fetish for being on the bottom. I love being the one cradled in strong arms. It just makes the whole experience indescribable to me. Anyway, somehow, Belluchi and I had come to a silent agreement that I was to be uke and he seme, when it was needed, like now.
He left my mouth to trail kisses down my jaw line and stopped at my neck, suckling and biting. I, in turn, had started to grind against him, making him gasp and bite my neck harshly as punishment. But all that did was make me pull him closer and grind harder. After some time, he too started to move against me; which caused a sigh of pleasure and the baring of my neck to him.
As thanks, he kissed my neck, soon though, I felt the penetration of fangs followed by pain, but all of that quickly turned to wave after wave of delicious pleasure.
(Malak)
My bag hit the floor with a thump. The room, to my utter and complete shock, was normal. The only thing I was even remotely suspicious of was the bed. I had every right to be, I mean, who wouldn't be on the top of their guard if they had to live with a pervert?
The furnishings were simple; chests, a wardrobe, a vanity set, wait WHAT?! "I don't want to know." I muttered as I inspected the bed. The bed was comfortable, and had satin sheets. Perfect for the way I sleep, bare. Now that that was finished, I had only two things to locate; the stables and supper.
(Laurent)
"Belluchi," I started as we walked into the mansion. "How long were we out?" My question seemed to catch him by surprise. He blinked rapidly for a moment before sheepishly replying, "I don't know…" I looked back at him and laughed. "Ahh, Belluchi, my friend, you have yet to cease to amuse to me. Arrange for supper to be made and, do not forget that special little spice I requested."I told him with a wink. I then left for my sweet stable hand's rooms.
(Malak)
There was a sharp knock at my door. I sighed and started to replace my pants. When that was done, I went to answer the door.
"Yeah?" I asked, sticking my head out into the hallway. I blinked in confusion, there was no one there. I heard the knock again, only it came from the other door in my room. "Wait… I have another door in my room!?' I thought in alarm. I made a noise of uncertainty and opened the door.
"You seem almost shocked to see me. Why would that be?" Laurent purred with a tray of food in his hands. His smile was seductive as he reached out a hand to brush his finger tips against my chin.
It took several tries to clear my throat so that I could talk, "I hadn't expected to see you period." I winced inwardly at the weak comeback. But he took it laughing.
"Malak, it seems that I will have to show you how things work when I have taken a personal interest in something." I could hear the arrogant smirk in his voice as he strode past me to put the tray on the bed. "But,"
I sighed; there was always a "but."
"Just because I am giving you special treatment does not mean that I expect you to slack off. Even if you do only work for me part time." He said as he busied himself by looking at the trey for something to eat.
"What will my schedule be?" I asked, shocked that he had come here to actually talk business with me rather than mess with my head and sexuality.
"So long as you do your job to the best of your abilities, I could care less about what you do with your free time." He smiled in joy as he found a strawberry in the midst of all the other fruits on the tray. I said nothing; I just put my hands on my hips and stood there, watching him.
I watched as the strawberry disappeared into his mouth, never to return. He seemed to feel my gaze because he flicked his eyes to mine and leaned back, admiring my shirtless-lose pants state. Suddenly he laughed and stretched. I couldn't help but notice how his shirt rippled across his body.
"Come sit." He ordered, patting the spot next to him. I stubbornly crossed my arms and shifted my weight. With a devilish smile, he grabbed the laces of my pants and pulled me to him. I landed on top, our faces just inches apart. I felt myself blush and tried to get up, without success. I quickly discovered that our legs were tangled together and that any movement caused an almost painful friction between us.
His gaze held my own and then I felt something cool and round pressed against my lips.
"Eat it." He ordered softly as he pushed into my mouth, allowing his fingers to linger upon them for a moment before removing them from my face.
Still eye locked, I bit through the small fruit, only to discover that the cherry had no pit. I blinked at the man beneath me in surprise. He smiled at me. "I have the pits removed and replace them with a cream or cheese." He said as he lifted a hand to brush the hair out of my face.
Then, out of nowhere, he brought our lips together in a kiss.
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