From Dawn to Dusk
By Eule Vix
Disclaimer: I do not own Welcome to NightVale, I do not make any money off this story.
A/N: YAY! I finally have this up, sorry it took so long. Please note that I'm going on a one month hiatus. Why? NaNoWiMo! I'm going to be writing an original work and I want to completely focus on it. So I'm very sorry to say that I will have to make everyone wait so long, but trust me I shall be back.
Please enjoy and I will see you all in December!
Chapter 4: Battered, not Broken
Cecil had refused to sleep, even as the afternoon passed and the sun started to set. He sat on the couch, feet tired from pacing the small amount of floor between the kitchen and the bedroom and rested his head in his hands. He had resigned himself to thought, internal worry of where Carlos might be. He had promised he would be home for dinner, that he wouldn't have been long. Cecil wanted to run out of the apartment, to scour the city looking for the Scientist. However it would jeopardize everything. He wanted to go despite it all. If it had been the Bluffs, if they had done something to him, he was going to make sure he got his revenge.
There was then a sudden thump on the door, a single thud and nothing more. Cecil slowly moved his hands from his face and watched the door, and listened.
There was no more noise except the rapidly increasing beating of Cecil's own heart. He carefully removed himself from the couch, doing all he could to make no noise. He needed to hide, he needed to disappear. He started to make his way slowly to the bedroom, there was a window, and though he had not checked he just prayed to whatever Gods there maybe that there was also a ledge outside that said window.
He had made it halfway to the bedroom when he heard the sound of keys from behind the front door. He spun around, his pulse rapid in a mix of hope and fear. He eyed the door, listening intently for the small sound of a key scrapping at the lock. The small sound of metal grating against metal reached his sensitive ears and Cecil bolted for the door. He fumbled with the lock, trying to open it in his panic. He managed to get it unlocked, twisting the handle. The door flew open from a heavy weight behind it, being closely followed by a body in a dark suit. Cecil caught the man, letting the door bang against the wall. He looked down and amber eyes met his.
"Hello, Cecil."
A prickle of tears at the corners of his eyes, relief that the Scientist had made it home, that he was alive. He pulled Carlos closer to him, but Carlos placed a hand on his chest, the raw exhaustion lacing his voice.
"Get me inside before anyone sees…"
Cecil helped him to his feet. He started to check his body out of the corners of his eyes, searching for blood seeping through or already forming bruises. However, he could not see much other than that pale look to Carlos's face and the way he dragged his feet as he walked. He could tell when someone had been given a beating, or he had been in a fight. With no obvious signs of blood or explanation for the pain it only made sense that it had been the Desert Bluffs's doing.
He slowly lowered Carlos to the couch, making sure he was seated comfortably. He laid him back against the couch, head dipped back over the edge. Carlos's breaths were short as he lay nearly limp but stable against the soft cushions. Cecil then sped to the door and shut it, locking it before fleeing back to Carlos. Once Cecil reached him he sat him back up; the man groaned and waved a weary hand at him.
"Cecil…let me rest."
"Don't pretend you're fine, Carlos." His voice was stern. "What happened?" He went to help Carlos take off his vest, but a tired hand swatted his away.
"I'm fine, Cecil. A Scientist is always fine. I just need to rest."
Cecil pulled back, a scowl on his faced as he held Carlos's gaze.
"No." Cecil said harshly, causing Carlos to flinch. "Carlos, I know Family work when I see it. I know what they can do, I have seen what they can do. You've been gone for nearly a whole day and the last thing you are is fine!" Carlos's features were slack and his eyes wide, stunned by Cecil's words. There was a breath of time between the two before Cecil spoke again. "I know how the Families work better then you do, Carlos. Let me help you."
Carlos adverted his eyes from Cecil, both hands on the edge of the couch holding himself steady.
"It doesn't matter what they did, Cecil. What does is that I'm fine. I'm alive, in one piece. It doesn't matter what they might do to me. They can't break me, Ceec. I won't let-"
"Do you know the bullshit you're spouting?" Carlos looked up at Cecil, lips curled into a frown. "It won't matter if you don't want to let them, if there is something they want they will take it. You need to be smarter about this, Carlos! I may not know anything about the chemicals you work with, or the theories and facts that you comprehend. But with a Family as big as Desert Bluffs, there is one thing I know and that is no one is going to scare them or stop them alone. You can bide time, you can try and stall them. But for fucks sakes, Carlos, you're not going to make it a week if you keep trying to play the hero!" He was breathless by the end, his chest heaving and fists clenched.
Carlos did this, he always did this. His want to always be self-reliant, thinking he can do everything alone. He did it a year ago and he was doing it again. Cecil wanted to scream, to yell, and even to cry. Anything to be rid of the anger that was boiling inside of noticed the wet shine in Carlos's eyes. He switched his focus, pushing aside his pent-up anger and shoved into a dark box, in an effort to keep that anger under control.
"This…isn't the first time they've done this. However, they haven't done any…irreparable damage. I'll be alright Ceec."
"And when they break your legs? Or an arm? What about when they start taking toes?" He kept his voice even and calm, unphased by the horror of what he was saying while Carlos's eyes grew wider. "Carlos, you're not alone in this anymore, you don't have to be the only one to deal with the Bluffs. I can help, but you have to let me." He moved closer to Carlos and knelt down, placing his hands on top of his shoulders. "I can't help you if you keep shutting me out. The more you do that, the more likely you are to get killed."
Carlos was silent, his amber eyes still shimmering with a wet gloss. After a while, he closed his eyes with a nod, and moved a hand to undo his vest, wincing once. His fingers were shaky as he fiddled with the first button, his movements jerky and uncoordinated, muttering curses under his breath. He finally got the first button open, letting out a whimper as he moved to start on the next.
Cecil had been lost to his own mind, heart twisting in pain at the state Carlos was in. When Carlos whimpered it brought Cecil back to reality and he moved to help him. Soon his vest and undershirt were off, revealing his bare chest. The mocha skin was blotched with red marks and some already formed bruises. Cecil carefully reached out to touch a already formed bruise on Carlos's left side, bigger than his fist. His lightest feathered touch causing Carlos to flinch.
"Carlos." Cecil looked up to Carlos. "I'm going to check for broken ribs okay?"
Carlos mutely nodded, sucking in a breath at the warning. Cecil started to move his hands over Carlos's chest, doing what he could to not cause any more pain than absolutely necessary. It was a losing battle, each touch and caress causing more pained sounds from the man. The slightly harder pressure he had to apply around his ribs cause Carlos to curse. The touches on his side and near his stomach bringing tears to his eyes. Once he reached the last bruise, Cecil let out a sigh of relief.
"Nothing's broken. Whoever did it is quite skilled. You should count yourself lucky."
"Esa perra debe considerarse afortunada…they're all cowards, Ceec. That whole damn family."
"Don't be a damn flat tire, Carlos. They're a mafia Family. To them you're just an ends to a means."
"Says you." Carlos scoffed at him as best as he could, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Says me, because I'm gonna turn them on their heads." There was more he wanted to say, but he stuffed those words down. Instead he leaned over and plant a small kiss on Carlos's lips. "Now," He said as he pulled away and stood. "I'm gonna get you something cold, and I want you to just sit, relax, and let me take care of you for once."
Carlos was silent as Cecil moved into the kitchen. He started to rummage through the fridge as the sound of the couch creaking, mingled with a few hisses of pain from Carlos adjusted himself on the couch. Cecil frowned as he looked for some meat or something else that might be soft enough. Luckily there was a few pieces, and grabbed one and made his way to Carlos, who had removed his shirt and was lightly poking at the bruises along his body.
Now that Carlos's body was in full view, Cecil could see a few forming bruises on his back, some already dark from where he had received multiple blows. Cecil felt a sharp pang, a tight winding around his heart, a tightening in his chest, and the light swell of tears. He had been witness to many beatings. Some of them, he hated to admit, he had given himself. It was how the Family was; everything was a literal fight and you had to do as you were told. That or you would be on the other end of that foot or at the other end of a loaded gun.
As much as he had given beatings, he had never had someone he cared about receive one. He wanted to kiss away the pain and the dark swellings on that perfect skin. He wanted to wrap Carlos in his arms and never let him leave again. To use his weight and his power as a Capo in his Family to protect the man. He knew it would not help the larger situation at hand, but even knowing that he could not hold back those feelings.
"Here…" he said as he handed Carlos the small bag after he had wrapped it in one of Carlos's discarded shirts. Carlos reached out and grasped it, wincing again from moving his bruised body.
"Thanks, Ceec." He put the ice to the one on his left side, one that seemed to be the largest out of them all.
Cecil nodded and watched Carlos as he lay down, a bubble of anger building in his chest. He wanted to find the man that had inflicted such horrible blemishes and pain upon someone so perfect. He didn't have to think long to know what he would do to them, how much he would make them suffer. He would find the one responsible, and then drink in his sweet revenge. But he couldn't, there were too many problems at hand, too many chances that even an attempt to try would bring them both to their knees and get them killed.
Cecil turned his focus back to Carlos when he heard him hiss in a breath. 'Okay, Cecil.' He thought to himself. 'Take care of Carlos first, anger later.' First he went to the bathroom, looking for any medicine Carlos might have for pain. However he only found a few bandages, some more vaseline, and a few stray cotton balls. With a groan he left and started to search the apartment to see if the pills might have been put in some odd place, or at least find some kind of replacement for them.
It was when he got to the kitchen that he found, tucked in the far back underneath the sink, a single bottle of whisky. He quickly fetched two glasses and brought the bottle to Carlos, who winced as he sat up to see what Cecil had found.
"Ceec, I don't really feel like getting spifficated right now..."
"Its to help with the pain." He said gently. "You have a very poorly stocked medicine cabinet."
Cecil left the glasses and bottle on the table before moving to the other side to help Carlos ease up back into a sitting position.
"I-AH!-suppose that-OW-um, does need to be rectified."
"Yeah," he replied once he had Carlos sitting up fully, taking a seat next to him. "But, at the moment, this is all we have. Should I do the honors?"
Carlos was quiet, pondering the bottle before he nodded and Cecil set to work on the bottle. Cecil could smell the whisky the moment he opened it. He grabbed the glasses and pouring them each two fingers worth of whiskey. Cecil handed Carlos his glass, giving him a small smile as he did so. Cecil leaned back, taking a small sip as he watched Carlos stare down at his drink. His behavior was odd. Cecil remembered that they had gone drinking together and the experience had always been pleasant. He took another sip, watching the apprehension of the Scientist and his glass, wondering what could cause him to act in such a way.
"You're sure there are no painkillers?"
"Ab-so-lute-ly." Cecil replied solemnly.
Carlos sighed, his shoulders drooping a little before he nodded. He gave the glass one last pause before he brought the glass to his lips, throwing his head back and downing the whiskey. He hissed again, from the pain or the alcohol Cecil was unsure, before placing the glass back on the table.
"Is that it?" His voice was small and hopeful as he looked up at Cecil.
"Carlos." He placed his glass down. "Is there something wrong?"
"N-no." Carlos grimaced and turned away from him. He wouldn't look him in the eye.
"Not from what I see."
"It doesn't matter, Cecil." he said with a sigh. "Just…pour me another glass."
"No, not until you tell me what is going on. You're being secretive again. If you could just tell me, instead of making it like pulling teeth, I could understand better what's going on. I could help! Carlos, just talk to me, please!"
He turned away from Carlos with a scowl and grabbed his glass, swallowing what was left inside. As the liquid burned down his throat he poured himself another glass.
"I'm sorry, Carlos. I just do not for the life of me know why you keep hiding everything." He guzzled his second drink in an attempt to calm himself. "How are we supposed to talk? How can you ask for my help when you're slamming every possible door in my face? Every time we make some kind of progress you take two steps back." Cecil put the glass back down and rubbed his hands against his face before twining them in his hair. He was too tired and stressed to even start to try to work this out with Carlos. He had been up worrying for an ungodly amount of time. "I don't understand, Carlos…"
He wanted to understand, he really did. 'But,' he rationalized, 'maybe tonight is just not a good night. And maybe there might never be a good night…and that's ok…' Cecil sighed, then stood up, face slack.
"I'm going to…head to bed. We can-"
Carlos suddenly reached out, grasping his hand. Cecil looked down, Carlos's gaze still avoiding his own, but Carlos's hand was tight and unrelenting in its grip. Cecil, unsure of what he should do or even could do, simply sat down. Carlos didn't want him to leave, but Cecil had nothing left to say, so he waited in the silence of the apartment with Carlos. After a moment Carlos relinquished his hand to pick up and fidget with his glass before pouring himself another drink. Carlos watched the liquid again, his face no longer stuck in a circle of pondering but more distant, more like how he had looked when Cecil had asked him to put on the coat. He wanted to know what was bothering the scientist and at least attempt to appease his troubled mind. It was after downing a third shot of the whiskey that Carlos spoke. His voice was quiet and small.
"It was after we stopped talking, after the Bluffs took over my…everything. I had been taking some of the reserved alcohol from the speakeasies they had me run. I'm not sure if they just never noticed, or just didn't care, but I ended up quite plastered a few times a week..." He placed the glass down before running a hand through his hair as he leaned back. "I'm not sure if it was night, or day, but it was sometime while completely inebriated that they came for me. It wasn't new, it was something I decided I needed to get used to. But it was that night that they told me what they wanted me to do... that they wanted me to find you and kill you. That they wanted me to bring them the body and if I didn't…" Carlos went quiet, looking up at the ceiling.
The pause was long and the silence made Cecil want to twitch. Carlos hadn't explained it all, Cecil able to tell that only have the story had been told. Cecil fought the urge to pull the battered man into a hug, to kiss him. He wanted to pull the story from him, to find some way to have Carlos stop keeping so many secrets, to pull everything out and into the open. He wanted answers, he wanted to know the problem and start finding ways to solve it. But he didn't, opting for placing a hand on Carlos's shoulder and waiting for him to resume.
"I had to Cecil…they would have killed me. If it would have protected you I would have gladly died then. But I knew it wouldn't have stopped them. So for a while I went along with their orders. I was under constant watch and when I could I tried to create possible plans that would have gotten us both out alive…or even just have gotten word to you." Carlos then closed his eyes and sighed. "But I came up with nothing. I was…going to lose you, and there was nothing I could do." A few tears fell down Carlos's face along with a tight twisting in Cecil stomach. Forgetting the possibilities and reasons for holding back his emotions, Cecil scooted closer and gently guided Carlos to lean against him as a few more tears fell.
"After that there was not a day I was sober. I tried to forget the reports and data my men brought me telling me of new area gains, that we still had not found you…" Carlos wiped a few of the tears away as he continued. "Each time they told me you were alive I...was filled with such a mix of hope and dread. There were so many days I wished I was just trapped in some horribly long dream, despite how rational I am." Carlos whipped his face one last time before slowly sitting up, turning towards Cecil. "It was a rainy day when I stopped drinking. I had gone to look for one of my more loyal men, who said he had something to show me. I found him, and another who was a part of the Bluffs. They were talking about some operation, someone that would take your place. I had no time to react or even process the information in my half-drunken state before the Bluffs man pulled out a gun and took him for a ride."
"I couldn't sit by anymore, I couldn't just keep drinking trying to forget how lost and empty I felt. I had let myself for over a month been so ossified that most nights all I could do was sit and…weep. I needed to change that, I now had a piece of information that was worth enough to be killed over. I had to stop, if I continued I would stay in that pitiful state and lose the one person I love for sure. So I threw out the alcohol and gathered those I could trust. Once the Bluffs stopped following me so closely, I placed a few hidden hideouts I could operate from, this apartment included. I might have to constantly watch my back, I may have lost a few good men, but to keep you safe and take down that Family…even it means my death, then so be it."
"Carlos…"
Again, he pulled Carlos close to him, his chest flesh against his own. Carlos flinched from the sudden movement, but otherwise seemed not as bothered by his injuries as before. Regardless, Cecil had a hot wire of hate wrapped around his mind and tangled in the overgrowth of sadness. Carlos had been through so much, more than he was telling, and Cecil had been so unkind to him when he had finally seen him again. Cecil could near taste the regret. He circled his arms a little tighter around Carlos as he buried his face in the crook of his neck. Carlos relaxed into Cecil's hold and wrapping his own, battered arms around him in return.
As he held Carlos his mind spun. Past his own regret was an unfathomable hatred for Desert Bluffs and those apart of that Family. He wanted every single one of them dead. He wanted to find the leader and with his own two hands and let that big cheese die like a pig.
"Cecil…"
Cecil stiffened, suddenly bring brought back to reality, on the couch with Carlos. Maybe it was the alcohol letting him be more easily distracted. He didn't want that, revenge could not be had. He relaxed and nuzzled into Carlos's nape, letting out a small hum urging Carlos to continue.
"I love you…"
"I know…" Again that wonderful statement with an impossible reply. Cecil wanted to suddenly sob at the horrible limbo of it all. He wished for a night where he could not feel the weight of the world, of his Family, bearing down on him. He wished for once he could feel free enough to tell Carlos. Never before had he wanted something so badly. Instead he remained silent. His neck prickled when warm tears splattered against him, Carlos starting to tremble in his arms.
"I love you so much, Cecil." Carlos's voice was strained and near pleading causing a swell and twisting pain in Cecil's chest.
Cecil knew what he wanted, what he was asking for. It was not the first time he had heard it in another's voice. For Carlos he wanted to give him what he could, so while still holding Carlos he started to move so that he was lowering Carlos
"I know my sweet Carlos..."
He leaned down capturing Carlos's lips. He tasted the whiskey as he glid a tongue over Carlos's mouth asking for entrance. Carlos opened eagerly, darting his tongue deep inside Cecil's mouth. Cecil sucked at the protruding muscle, humming in pleasure at the mixed sweet taste of Carlos and bitter bite of the whiskey.
Holding himself up with one hand he started to trace light circles against Carlos's chest. He remembered to be gentle, yearning to remove the inflicted blemishes. Instead, as his hand traveled down to Carlos's pants gingerly caressing the slowly growing bulge between his legs. He broke their kiss, moving down his chest carefully kissing each bruise as he went lower and lower.
"Ce-cil!" Carlos arched his back pushing his hips forward causing Cecil's hand to press harder.
He continued kissing each painful mark as though it alone removed the injury and blessed them to heal quickly. He continued to rub Carlos through his now very strained pants, Carlos letting out little moans that made Cecil smile. As Cecil got closer to the rim of Carlos's pants he stopped palming him and moved to fiddle with the zipper. He caught it and moved it slowly pulling a whimper from Carlos as he pushed his hips forward desperate for Cecil's touch again. Once he had the zipper fully down he slipped his fingers around the hem of Carlos's pants and underwear. He carefully moved them down not wanting to cause Carlos any more discomfort then he already was in and each touch no matter how gentle could cause potential harm.
"My wonderful, Carlos." Cecil said as he continued working at removing Carlos's last bit of clothing. "So brave, so strong. Let me be good to you my perfect, Carlos."
Carlos simply nodded as he watched Cecil and briefly Cecil wondered if maybe it wasn't the alcohol at all. Rather Carlos finally giving into how exhausted he was and finding some small piece of sanctuary with Cecil. Cecil would ask later, it was something they needed to talk about anyway. But that was later. Now, all that mattered was Carlos and Cecil smothering the beaten man with much needed affection.
The pants had been removed, left to the floor, and Cecil let himself take a moment to drink in the image of Carlos before him. Carlos was completely bare before him, his hands gripping tightly to the fabric of the couch, and a deep blush could be seen on his face. His cock was hard and dripping as he looked back at Cecil.
"Cecil?"
"Patience, my perfect Carlos." Cecil said to the question he did not fully understand, but understood enough to be able to guess. He wouldn't make him wait long.
Cecil leaned down, slowly taking Carlos's cock into his mouth. He sucked lightly at the head causing Carlos to suddenly gasp, his head thrown back in pleasure. Cecil smiled, the taste of Carlos slowly filling his mouth as he continued to suck on him. Cecil hummed into him, the small noise causing Carlos to whimper at the feeling. Oh, what he would give to just hear that moan over and over again, a broken record just replying that one sound that sent a hot flash straight down to his own hardening erection.
Cecil continued to tease at the head, his tongue tracing circles inside his foreskin. Soon he had Carlos begging quiet words of "Please" and "Cecil" in accompaniment with little thrusts from Carlos's hips. Cecil took his hands, holding down Carlos's hips as he licked up the length of Carlos's erection. He didn't want him to get lost in it all and hurt himself any further and extend the pain he was already in. No, he wanted to bathe Carlos is ecstasy without him having to move a muscle.
Cecil moved one of his arms to help hold up Carlos's leg that was hanging of the couch as he dipped lower, taking Carlos's balls into his mouth, his other hand moving to stroke him. Carlos let out a loud moan, throaty and deep, sending another hot shiver down to Cecil's groin. His pants were tight and his cock painful against the fabric. He wanted nothing more than to tear them from his body, prep Carlos, and bury himself in the man. But this was not about him, and his desire. It was to let Carlos replace those feelings of hurt and pain; and those far out trumped his own bodily wants even if feeling Carlos squirm beneath him was intoxicating.
The more Cecil stroked and sucked and nipped at Carlos, the more the man started to squirm and writhe under him. His voice was all that he could hear, ringing in his ears like brass chimes, sweet vibrations that caused ripples of pleasure and want.
"Cecil…Cecil, please! I-I can't…Te necesito dentro de mi...please, Cecil!"
He knew what he was asking, what he was wanting, though just listening to Carlos beg could have made him cum alone, it's not what he wanted; nor what Carlos desired either.
Cecil pulled away as stopped his stroking of Carlos, who immediately protested with a series of whimpers and small thrusts that only met the air. Cecil sat up and looked before him at the dark mess that was Carlos. His head was leaned against the arm rest, hair messy and tossed about his head. His body had small beads of sweat, causing him to shine under the lights of the apartment; his only blemishes being the bruises over his body. His golden brown eyes were trained on Cecil, his breaths coming in small pants, and all Cecil could think of as he looked back into those eyes and soaked in the image before him was just how wonderfully /perfect/ Carlos was.
His hand went back to Carlos's cock as he leaned down planting a kiss onto Carlos's lips, his hand lightly stroking Carlos as he did. He bucked into Cecil's hand, mouth moaning into Cecil's glad to have the contact once again. He relinquished his lips and cock pulling back to speak.
"Stay here, sweet Carlos, I'll be right back." He gave him one last kiss before climbing off the couch and heading into the bedroom. There he quickly fetched the lube and brought it back to where Carlos still lay.
Cecil placed the lube down on the coffee table so that he could start to undress himself. He started first with his pants since they were the most confining thing on him. His own member bobbed free, the long wanted freedom causing Cecil to let out a breath of satisfaction and relief. He went to work on his shirt, pulling it over his head, but as he did something firm grabbed his cock and started to stroke him. His knees wanted to buckle, and the shirt over his head was not helping him keep his balance as Carlos touched him.
"C-Carlos! Wait just—oh god that feels good!" He moaned from inside of his shirt, his ability to loved limited as every nerve in him felt like it was almost screaming in pleasure.
He was already so hard, and all of those small noises and moans Carlos had made, he found himself nearly cuming. He focused on getting his shirt off, pushing past the ripples clouding his judgment, eventually able to get off the garment. Carlos's hand left Cecil as he grabbed the lube, popping the top and getting a generous amount of it on his fingers, and then moving back to straddle Carlos.
"Lift your leg slowly, Carlos." Cecil said gently. His heart suddenly welled with tenderness for the man. Carlos had been through so much and Cecil wanted to change it all and make it right.
Carlos slowly started to lift his leg that had been hanging off the side of the couch, Cecil quickly looping a arm under his knee helping him bring it up and hold it there. Once high enough Cecil hooked the leg over his shoulder, a place he knew Carlos wouldn't have to strain to keep. He started to rub the vaseline between his fingers as he lowered his hand, positioning it right at Carlos's entrance.
"Just relax, Carlos. Let me take care of you." Carlos nodded to him, accompanied with a small whimper and a thrust towards his hand that was just barely out of reach from any physical contact. Cecil moved his hand forward, Carlos pushing against his hand his body greedy for the physical contact. Cecil smirked as he watched Carlos with half lidded eyes moan as he pushed the first finger into him. Carlos was already making small thrusts against Cecil's finger when he added a second one. "Carlos, you need to relax. Let me do the work." He said as he moved this other free hand to again pin down Carlos's hips as he worked him open.
"Mi amado, mi único amor, Cecil, please I need you, Cecil!" Carlos said with a whimper. Cecil could feel him trying to meet his fingers movements with his pined hips and failing. Cecil pushed at his walls, making smooth movements in and out of Carlos, opening him up so wonderfully slowly. Each movement allowed his ears to be graced with another whimper or a moan when he got close to that sweet spot inside of Carlos.
"So eager Carlos. You need to be patient, I don't want you to hurt any more than you already are." Cecil then inserted a third finger into him, Carlos letting out a choked whimper as he again tried and failed to meet the sweet movements of his fingers. Cecil's own cock was starting to become painful from the sight and sounds coming from the Scientist. He felt near drunk off those sounds, bathed in them and still wanting more.
Cecil was all to ready when he finally felt that Carlos was prepped enough, reaching over and grabbing a new small glob of the vaseline and slicking himself with it. He watched Carlos as he stroked himself, wanting to shower the man in praise and…
What else that followed he was still not ready to admit, nor accept, so he focused back onto the task at hand. He moved about and positioned himself just outside of Carlos's entrance. As he got close he saw Carlos's cock twitch in want as Carlos again tried to push himself towards Cecil.
"Carlos…" Cecil leaned down to Carlos, arm wrapped around the leg still resting over his shoulder. "Sweet Carlos, I…" He wanted to, drunk on his emotions and Carlos's voice, drunk off the alcohol and the lack of sleep. He felt like he was on some threshold for it all, the very edge of the world and jumping would put him into a fate he knew nothing of. He wanted to know, he wanted to understand that void of what Carlos seemed too easy to be in and say. He opened his mouth, he was going to say it, to join him in what they both longer for.
"I…" His voice was gone, and he found himself with nothing. Cecil couldn't, even with being so close to the edge of it he still couldn't. All he could do was choke out a single word, unable to say what he meant. He could show it, but for as much as he did how much was it worth when it could not be spoken? It happened before, Carlos wasn't the first to feel towards him as he did, but if Cecil could just force it, to say it maybe—
Cecil found something warm and gentle pressing to his lips. Reality came crashing back and Cecil found Carlos leaned up closing the space between them. Cecil melted into him, all else suddenly put aside to allow himself to again drink from the adoration of the man below him.
"Cecil, it's okay…You don't have to." Carlos said when he pulled back, looking into his eyes. Carlos then again leaned back up, not to kiss but to nuzzle the side of Cecil's face, one hand going to cup his other cheek. "Mi amado, I understand…"
Cecil nuzzled back, the urge to let tears form and fall from temporary relief welled and mixed with his feelings for Carlos, all of it still dancing amongst the burning need between his legs. He brought Carlos into another kiss, no longer making him wait, and slowly pushed himself in. Carlos gasping into their kiss as he did. Cecil quickly darted a tongue inside of Carlos's mouth, letting himself taste the sweetness of the man as he pushed himself in all the way to his hilt.
Once fully in he waited, continuing to kiss Carlos, their tongues dancing with each other, Cecil occasionally pulling Carlos's tongue into his own and sucking on the wet muscle. Soon he could feel Carlos again trying to thrust onto him, desperate for movement. Cecil pulled back from the kiss, using one of his hands to push Carlos back against the couch, before he straightened himself. He let himself breath in one more time the image of the Hispanic man which whom he felt so lucky to know and have, before pulling out slowly and thrusting back in.
"C-Cecil!" He cried as Cecil was once again fully in. Cecil didn't stop, pulling out again and pushing back in for another slow thrust. His own body was shivering in hot pleasure, wanting nothing more them to hold down the man's hips and rapidly pull them both to their desired end. But his mind knew better, he wanted to show Carlos in the only way he could; and if he really did understand then it was more important than ever for him to do that.
"Cecil, please! Más , más rápido , no puedo…no puedo soportarlo más...C-Cecil!" Cecil could feel his cock twitch inside of Carlos with near each word. He didn't need to know his language to understand that what he wanted, his body told him it as he moved to pull each thrust into his faster, his hands gripping tight at the couch as he did, his eyes closed tightly and whimpers asking for more past his lips.
He decided that he would want nothing more than to give Carlos what he wanted. He thrust in, holding himself there, Carlos letting out a choked sob of want. He scooted closer to Carlos, making it so that he would be able to hold down Carlos's hips. He did, holding down Carlos in place, before he pulled slowly out one last time before slamming himself deep into Carlos's heat.
Carlos cried out, his hands gripping the cloth of the couch tighter. In his hands Cecil could feel his desperate attempts to meet his thrusts as he held him down, pounding into him.
"F-fuck, Carlos!" Cecil said as he continued to push into the man. The room and his ear filled with their conjoined moans as gasps. Cecil could feel a molten pool start to form at this groin, he was so close. Carlos was beside himself, eyes tightly closed, moans and pleads for more in both English and Spanish poured from him, his hips near still as Cecil kept his pace.
Cecil knew he couldn't last much longer. He wanted to pull Carlos with him in release, letting go of one side of his hips to reach between Carlos's legs, stroking him, making sure to swipe his thumb around the tip. Carlos howled Cecil's name at the new touch as his seed spilled over both of their stomachs. Cecil found himself frantically thrusting into Carlos, how own pooled heat just on the edge of release. It wasn't but a moment longer that he found himself following Carlos's lead, shooting into Carlos, crying out his name. Cecil's thrusting matching his own waves of pleasure, each one releasing a bit more into Carlos.
Soon the waves subsided, allowing him to think clearly enough to think to move Carlos a bit. He lowered his leg, letting himself slide out of Carlos, who whimpered at the lost from inside him. Smiling, Cecil leaned down and kissed him, a slow kiss as they both mingled in their afterglow, before he wrapped his arms around Carlos pulling him on top as Cecil now lay back on the couch. Carlos winced a bit, but luckly it seemed the alcohol and possibly the lingering forms of pleasure as well helped Carlos to forget his pain.
They laid like that for a moment, letting their breathing come down, enjoying each other in their embrace on the small couch. Cecil felt himself so overcome with everything, sleep and sex tiring out his over stressed mind and body. He let his eyes close, feeling the breathing of Carlos against him, his head laying on Cecil's chest.
It was right before he found himself falling asleep that Carlos's voice pulled him back awake.
"Cecil?" Cecil hummed back in reply, to tired to try and mumble a larger response. "How did you get into the Mafia?"
It had been a topic that Cecil always tried to avoid. Sure, he did love his Family as anyone would, yet at the same time the topic always hurt because it always reminded him of the shackles he would forever be tied to, that he could never be free of. But if he wanted Carlos to be more open, what better than to lead by example?
"I was…born into it."
"Oh.." Then there was again a silence. Cecil waited, knowing the Scientist wouldn't leave it at that. It was a few silent minutes later that Carlos spoke again, Cecil just barely holding onto the realm of those who were still awake. "If…you weren't born into the Family, what would you have been?" The question was quiet and careful.
He knew the answer. There had been many moons that he thought about it, since he was a young boy even. He knew his place and before had never told anyone except one other. He figured before he drifted off to sleep he would tell one more person.
"I…would have been a radio show host…"
