When Matthew opened his eyes, all he saw was black, as if he never opened his eyes at all. Reaching his arms out, he could feel that he was lying on a bed with soft blankets covering his body…his naked body. He gasped and sat up quickly, causing pain to explode in his mind, and his hands to cover each side of his head.
"Awake?" sang a voice from the dark. Alfred. Water. Matthew reached down to pull his blanket up higher over his chest. "Don't bother," Alfred chuckled, "you have nothing left to hide from me, baby."
Matthew dropped the blanket and tried to find the source of the voice as his eyes strained to see in the darkness, listening for the smallest of sounds. He knew Alfred was there, and somehow…he could see him. Alfred could see him in this thick darkness.
"I'm not scared of you," his voice was raspy and quiet.
"Aren't you?"
Far left. Matthew turned and moved further away on the bed. "If you were going to kill me, you would have done so by now."
"Maybe, maybe not. What if I mean to…torture you a bit first."
"You may try," he snarled, voice becoming stronger and deep. Alfred caught him off guard before, but he will be ready next time.
"I have a feeling that you're thinking of physical torture," he hummed sweetly. "You have to be more creative than that, Maddie."
"What do you mean?"
His laughter once more rang out from the darkness, but this time he had moved. Now he was behind Matthew, and much closer. "Do you miss Arthur? I knew he wasn't your husband, or even your lover. You don't kiss like someone well loved. Did he force you to dress like a woman? Is he ashamed to be seen with you in public, looking like a man?"
That hurt.
"It's none of your business!"
"Everything about you is my business. Now, what is your name? Your real name."
"I don't have to tell you anything, you sadistic monster! Where have you taken me!"
"Ah, the elusive 'where am I' question. I was wondering when you would ask me this. And monster? Oh, how you wound me, my love."
"Stop calling me those names!"
"Then give me your name, and I will," the voice ran along his skin so close that he could have sworn he felt the hot breath on his neck. But when Matthew struck out behind him, nothing was there but haunting laughter.
"Matthew! My name is Matthew!"
"Ah. Matthew. Mattie. Mm, yes, that holds beautifully in my mouth." Alfred had a way of speaking, the way he uttered each and every word that managed to dull the sharpness of Matthew's mind. The way he said Mattie, it was as though he made artwork in the black room. Matthew was suddenly assaulted with the images of the two of them writhing against each other, skin dewy with sweat, lungs labouring to operate. Matthew could see himself, sitting, or rather, bouncing on Alfred's lap, his hard length repetitively buried deep inside. The images then grew darker, of Alfred throwing him down on the bed, pinning his arms above his head, and rocking against him. The sound of skin slapping wetly against each other filled their ears, along with Matthew's keening and Alfred's choppy groans. He had an intoxicating voice.
Just when the image of Alfred sliding his hands along the length of his body, down from his hands to beneath his hips; lifting him and grinding close, Matthew gasped as he felt himself pushed down physically against the bed. The erotic images that passed through his mind lowered his defences, allowing Alfred to take advantage of the moment and pin the human beneath him.
"What are you doing to me? Let me go!"
Pinning his arms above his head, just as he did in the images he weaved, Alfred pressed the weight of his body against him. "I don't think I will, Mattie."
Frustrated, Matthew bucked his hips, trying not to notice the hitch in Alfred's voice as his clothed groin pressed against Matthew's bare one. He then pushed and tried to roll, which actually managed to work. Alfred rolled to his back, effectively pinned. "Now what will you do?" Alfred chuckled, thrusting his hips upward in a way that mimicked what he wanted to do with the long haired blonde. "Feels like someone is a little excited. Does Mattie enjoy being on top? Or is it the struggle that excites you? How deliciously perverted." He would definitely remember this little bit of information.
He remained silent, hands flexing against Alfred's wrists as he listened to their joined breathing. He berated himself mentally for becoming aroused, and felt almost ashamed from Alfred's teasing. "Y-you know nothing about me, Alfred. I wish to be back with Arthur. "
"Arthur, Arthur, Arthur. Enough about him! You're not going to be seeing him any time soon."
"Where am I?" Matthew snarled once again, his nails digging into Alfred's skin.
"Caelum." Alfred hummed in contentment, wriggling in his grasp.
"…The island? H-how did I get here?"
"Think."
No…no, it couldn't be. Matthew shook his head and in a flurry of panic he got up off of the bed. He ran his fingers along the walls, searching for a door handle, which he found without any interference from Alfred. When the door was opened, Matthew was finally able to see the interior of the room. It was a lavish room, befitting that of a duke. Alfred stood by the door, watching Matthew's face with a small smile. "What do you think?"
He truly was on the island. And the only way they could have possibly survived the journey over was-
"You're one of them." Alfred just regarded him with a sparkle to his eye. "You're a merman. You are part of the legend. Y-you said 'we'…You grabbed me, and jumped into the ocean…"
"Correct on all accounts. Now, it would be best if we went to bed-"
"No!"
Reaching out, Alfred picked Matthew up and threw him back onto the bed, his body bouncing slightly from the impact. The sound the door made when it clanked shut struck fear into Matthew's very core, as though it symbolized his fate. Alfred have him little time to try and move from the bed, whatever gain Matthew had was stripped away when Alfred pulled his body beneath him once more.
"What do you want!" Matthew screamed out, pushing at Alfred's chest, shoulders, and arms in an attempt to be free of him.
"You. I want your heart…your body… I want to be inside you; to own your very soul." Alfred leaned closer to Matthew's terror stricken face, avoiding his hands to press his mouth to the shell of his ear and give a tentative lick. "Would you do this for me? Would you give yourself unto me, Mattie?"
"No."
He felt Alfred's hot breath against his cheek as he laughed. "You'll change your mind…I know you will." Alfred trailed a hand over Matthew's face and cupped his jaw, lips lowering to catch the corner of Matthew's lips. He slowly moved over to completely cover his mouth, cradling the side of Matthew's face with his hand. Matthew startled, blinking up at the darkness as if he could see Alfred's face. He was acting so achingly tender all of a sudden, which served to be more potent than his forced kisses. This chaste kiss, the mere contact of their lips along with bodies and hands, caused the tenseness Matthew felt to ebb away.
When Matthew let out a small whimper of surrender, Alfred opened his mouth to allow his tongue to languidly caress the seam of the man's lips. The entrance was soon breached, leaving Alfred free to plunder the moist cavern in a thorough manner. He left no area untouched, as if he were committing the contours of his mouth, the texture, his taste to memory. Matthew's hands wound around Alfred to place onto his back, the need to hold him closer becoming too strong.
With a soft sigh, Alfred pulled away and ran his tongue over his lips, savouring each last drop of what was Matthew. The human below him began to pant softly, his cheeks flushed a beautiful faint pink; he was completely and utterly gorgeous in Alfred's eyes. And he was all Alfred's.
Matthew was riding the last shock waves of pleasure rocking his body when the man above him once more moved to the crook of his neck. Suddenly, all he could smell was the ocean; all he could see were calming waves falling against the soft sand; a faint melody flowing through his body, wrapping him in a comforting trance. Alfred sang into his skin songs of old, songs passed down through the generations. He chose the ones on love, on devotion and dedication. Of a woman and her lost, imaginary love; how she gave him her soul, only for him to rip it apart. Like Pandora, the unfaithful man betrayed her and stole her most beloved item. Ripped from her neck he opened it up without a care and watched as the winds of her heart died down, until her form crumpled before him.
Little did Matthew know, that was the legend of the island, and why no humans were allowed near. But Matthew was already asleep, and heard very little of Alfred's haunting song. Seeing that his beloved captive was asleep, Alfred nuzzled his nose against the delicate blonde's cheek and stood. Moving to the door he locked it just in case, and joined Matthew on the other side of the bed. Covering them both in a blanket, Alfred cuddled up flush against Matthew's back, one arm acting as the man's pillow while the other was secure on his hip. Like this, Alfred joined Matthew in peaceful slumber.
A/N: Hey, remember me? :'D
