The Best Made Plans (Are Not Made Sober)

by Qu0t13

Lord Montgomery Shaw decides, rather stupidly, to host a party on the eve of the most lawless night. He has more than a few problems on his plate. As it turns out, Treavor has quite a few more. Montgomery deals with it the only way he knows how.

2. Chapter 2

When Montgomery woke the next afternoon, it was to the sensation of warm breath against the nape of his neck, soft hair tickling his chin, and a supple, soft body pressed close to his chest…

For a moment, Montgomery couldn't recall the past evening's events… The disaster his party turned out to be… The late night discovery he had made on his balcony...

He stole a deep breath, feeling his muscles shift and move beneath his skin, followed by a twinge of pain from claw marks along his shoulder, the body wrapped in his arms remained still however…

Montgomery tried to remember who he had taken to bed earlier, normally he wouldn't be nearly so absent minded to forget who managed to slip between his sheets… But as his memory began to kickstart, he found himself growing confused…

He remembered being irritated by his guests, their lack of decorum and disregard for his home… He remembered feeling relieved after he managed to finally kick all the stragglers out…

But he couldn't remember inviting anyone to stay… He couldn't remember having the time, energy or even the desire to flirt with anyone either…

And he knew all the servants had left for Feuge too, so it couldn't have been any of them… And the guards were off for Feuge too… By the end of the night it had only been Montgomery in his home, weary and tired from a full evening of putting up with his so called friends' houndshit…

But as he retraced his steps from the foyer where he saw his last guest off, to his bedroom where he puffed a cigar until he noticed his balcony door was opened…

Montgomery remembered that he was not in fact alone.

Montgomery groaned as he wracked his brain, desperately hoping that his immediate assumption of the night's events were wrong as he shifted, preparing to rise from his comfortable position.

He wasn't so rude as to disturb his bedmate, but he needed to affirm what he knew to be the truth.

And then, Montgomery laughed.

Not a cruel laugh, more like a surprised chuckle as the sight before him finally jogged his memories.

And oh how lovely those memories were.

Treavor continued sleeping soundly beside the older lord, none-the-wiser, his head cradled by one of Montgomery's arms, one of his hands lay cradled to his chest, the other was limply resting over Montgomery's waist.

Montgomery could see a smattering of bruises along Treavor's visible shoulder, and he had no doubt the other shoulder matched.

The older lord slowly eased himself up onto an elbow, gently pulling down the blankets to uncover Treavor…

"Fuck…"

Treavor lay curled slightly on his side, all but plastered to Montgomery's front, his skin rosy and warm, looking incredibly soft, and if his memory served, soft to the touch as well…

Montgomery pulled the duvet down until the bruises at Treavor's hips were exposed, he didn't need to set his hand over the large palm shaped marks to know that he had been the one to cause them…

He did anyways, setting his hand over the darkening patches of skin at Treavor's hips, feeling the soft arch of bone beneath his thumb and the softness of the younger lord's skin…

Montgomery exhaled a shaky breath as he ran his palm along Treavor's side, the younger lord not so much as twitching beneath him as he slowly pet him…

After a few minutes of simply touching the younger man, Montgomery settled to lay back down beside Treavor, he should have gotten up, then and there, he should have left the young lord to wake alone, should have pretended that he simply set Treavor up for the night, should have been preparing a rebuttal for whatever accusations Treavor would come up with when he finally woke…

But he didn't…

He lay back down, looping an arm around the small of Treavor's back to pull him closer…

Truthfully… He quite enjoyed the feeling of a warm body being pressed against him, he wasn't typically one for soft affection, the people he smuggled into his bed were brought for carnal satisfaction…

But Treavor, as he was so often, was different…

Montgomery tended to grow sick of those who expected affection from him quite quickly, no matter how well they fucked, if they couldn't understand that Montgomery Shaw wasn't one for cuddles, then they had no place in his bed…

Yet his usual desire to detangle himself from whatever clingy bed mate he found himself with was lacking that morning.

Treavor was small and soft and warm against him, quiet in slumber. A fragile thing at first glance, but Montgomery knew better than to underestimate the Pendleton runt.

Treavor was small and sickly as a child, and while he was no longer sickly, he had never quite grown out of his small stature, but what he lacked in physical prowess, he made up for with a sharp mind and vicious tongue…

Treavor refused to be talked down to, snapping and snarling at anyone who tried with such fervor that Montgomery was honestly surprised no one had saddled the youngest Pendleton's skull with a bullet yet…

That being said, Montgomery could recall Treavor's delightfully vicious tongue being used last night to create a different sort of tune.

The way the younger lord had sobbed his name last night had been enticing, to say the least. Montgomery couldn't blame his cock for jumping slightly at the mere thought of all he had done to the youngest Pendleton.

Montgomery had shamelessly dreamed of Treavor in such manners before, of keeping the younger lord pinned beneath him, of putting Treavor in his proper place.

And with all the stars aligned, Montgomery happily took his prize.

He had staked a claim on Treavor ages ago, not that anyone else knew about it, but last night, he had been able to collect his dues, and it had been glorious.

And so there he lay, satiated, content, with his prize tucked close to his chest and hardly a single worry in the world. After all, Montgomery was more than sure he had enough blackmail on Treavor to keep the younger lord quiet.

So he figured he could risk a few more peaceful minutes simply enjoying the feeling of a warm body in his arms… At least until the high of last night's memories wore off completely.

Unfortunately, a few more minutes equated to roughly five minutes of blissful silence before a soft sound rolled up Treavor's throat.

Montgomery briefly thought about trying to slip away, leave before Treavor woke properly, feign ignorance… He should have left, should have gotten up and left without a word…

But instead, he stayed put… He had more than enough blackmail material to keep the younger lord quiet should Treavor try to find any sort of upper hand… And the idea of the youngest Pendleton waking up in his arms had a chill running down his spine.

A warm wave of breath wafted over Montgomer's throat followed by a heavy sigh as Treavor finally began to rouse.

"What time is it?"

The question was spoken through a low, hoarse mumble, quiet and muddled with sleep, very much unlike the panicked response Montgomery had been initially expecting, given that Treavor had awoken in his bed, with him..

"Quarter to one…" Montgomery replied quietly, Treavor stole another heavy breath which he released as a soft groan as he slowly began to detangle himself from the lord before him.

Montgomery watched as Treavor rolled onto his back, pointedly not looking at the lord of the house as he did so, but Montgomery certainly noticed the tight look of pain settling across Treavor's expression with every move he made.

"How do you feel?" The older lord asked after a few moments of watching Treavor try to sit for himself, not even an arm's length from the older lord…

Montgomery could have reached out, could have gathered Treavor in his arms and pull him close again, Treavor would have struggled, Montgomery could already see the dredges of sleep and grogginess sliding from the younger lord's eyes like water off a duck's back… But Montgomery knew he could have easily overpowered Treavor's struggling…

Still, he resisted… He needed to be careful with Treavor now that he was sobering, the young lord was too fragile for brute force, but Montgomery knew well that Treavor could be sharp as any blade, and he didn't fancy himself being cut quite yet.

"Fine." Treavor snipped as he continued his efforts to rise from the bed, his teeth grit, but not in anger.

"Are you hurt?" Montgomery asked lamely, he had no idea what to do in this situation. Most of the people he took to his bed were made well aware of the casual nature of their engagement, sex, no strings attatched, nothing more, nothing less, and should Montgomery ever invite an old bed mate for another roll around it just meant they had left a good impression…

But he always strived to ensure that both himself and his evening partner were well taken care of. Though he knew that occasionally he would grow sloppy with his prep and leave a bed mate in pain come dawn.

Treavor it seemed, had gotten that unfortunate end of the bargain.

"Tired…" Treavor snapped softly after a moment, "Sore…" He continued after a pause. He huffed irritably before giving up and flopping back down onto Montgomery's bed, glowering up at the ceiling for a moment, deliberately not looking at the older lord before bringing his hands to his face to press the heel of his palm into his eyes.

Montgomery looked the younger lord over, even as Treavor pulled his hands away from his face to continue glaring at the ceiling, still refusing to so much as look at Montgomery...

Montgomery sighed heavily as he reluctantly dragged himself from the warmth of his bed to sit against the many pillows stacked against his headboard as he pondered his next steps…

Treavor had all but spilt his guts last night, years of secrets and scandals that many people would pay handsomely for came tumbling out in a fit of drunken emotion… And Montgomery was privy to all of it…

The power such truths held… Montgomery could very easily whisper some few slivers of what Treavor had told him to the right people and bring ruin to the Pendleton name and elevate his own home to a far higher standing.

Or he could flaunt his new hold over the twins, keep them in his pocket. The decline of the Pendleton house was no secret, the twin devils were squandering their family's fortune far faster than they were aware of, and of course, the nobility was a bloodthirsty thing, even if the twins were the kidest of aristocrats to ever walk the streets, not a single soul would warn them of their oncoming ruin.

But what the Pendleton twins lacked in recent wealth, they still made up for with prestige and power. Pendleton was an old name after all, steeped in history, older than Gristol herself, or so the twins claimed.

With Montgomery's new swath of dirty secrets on those damable twins, he could quite easily drag that name into the gutters, leaving them to squander. By the Void, from what Treavor had told him, Montgomery could just as easily sue the twins for all manner of domestic atrocities…

That little thought struck an odd place inside of Montgomery's head, resonating with him in a strange way as he looked back over to the youngest Pendleton beside him...

He could very well use Treavor's pretty little words against him to keep the young lord close…

Either by suing the twins and having their status as Lords revoked entirely, paving the way for Treavor to claim head of the Pendleton house, which would put Treavor very far into his pocket…

Montgomery chuckled softly at that thought, Lord Treavor Pendleton, head of the Pendleton Estate… A recipe for catastrophe if there ever was one, though perhaps not in the way most people would expect…

Treavor, Montgomery had to admit, was clever, not quite smart, but certainly clever, clever enough to make up for his lack of smarts more often than not.

Clever enough to, if well motivated, drag his house away from the sordid path his brothers had so eagerly set themselves upon.

Clever enough to potentially be a suitable ally to house Shaw…

That is, if Montgomery played his cards right.

What was more than that plot however was the fact that, one way or another, whether or not Montgomery chose to simply ruin the Pendleton name, ease the youngest brother into the prestigious role of Lord or simply blackmail Treavor into compliance…

The mouthy Pendleton runt would find himself deep in Montgomery's pocket.

Exactly where he belonged.

Now, Montgomery was nowhere as notorious as Lady Esma Boyle when it came to the company he kept, he slept around sure, and he didn't care much for who he invited to his bed, he was simply far less boisterous about his conquests.

But the idea of keeping the youngest Pendleton as a reliable bedwarmer was… Appetizing, to say the least.

How often had Montgomery dreamed about putting Treavor in his proper place? How often had he fantasized about putting the snarky little lord's mouth to better use?

Last night had been a marvelous glimpse at what a night with the youngest Pendleton could look like beneath him… And Montgomery would be lying if he said he regretted taking the runt to bed.

"What's so funny?"

Montgomery stilled, his eyes flickering to Treavor's who glared at him with an early morning bitterness, there was a callous mix of emotions flitting across Treavor's face, anger, irritation and some sort of anxiety being the most prevalent on his furrowed brow and tight-lipped frown…

But an unmistakable sort of fear had settled in his eyes, and no matter how stern Treavor attempted to make himself out to be, he could not smother his worry...

Still, he looked up at the older lord with every bit of noble grace and poise he could muster, despite the fact that he was swaddled in the sheets of Lord Montgomery Shaw's bed, the duvet pulled up to his chest, the afternoon sun illuminating his skin in a crisp, winter gold, highlighting all the bruises Montgomery had pressed into his skin the night before…

Treavor looked irresistibly beautiful at that moment, making Montgomery feel quite weak…

Montgomery was never one to laze about with his bedmates, even if they stayed the night, he was typically quick to detangle himself from them and begin his day…

Treavor was lucky to have been the one to first try and move away as Montgomery feared he would have never willingly done so.

"Nothing Treavor." Montgomery huffed simply as he lazily reached over to the nearest bedside table to grab a cigarette, he would have much prefered a cigar, but that would involve actually getting out of bed.

He lit the end and took a short drag to get the embers burning, the initial sting of smoke was more than enough to rouse him from the late afternoon slump he found himself in, but the soothing drawl of nicotine eased any franticness that could have brought him worry.

Montgomery took another, deeper drag, exhaling smoke lazily through his nose as he looked out over the younger lord beside him and out the window.

Absent-mindedly, he offered Treavor the cigarette for a puff.

"I don't smoke…" The younger man mumbled sheepishly. Montgomery shrugged, retracting his offer as easily as he had given it, taking another puff as he watched Treavor once again begin to try and sit.

A twinge of guilt settled in Montgomery's chest as the young lord beside him winced and huffed in his efforts to rise, it seemed as though Treavor's hips were aching terrible, and from the way his cheeks were darkening, Montgomery was sure Treavor could feel the weight of his seed sloshing around his tummy…

It was obvious that they had spent the night together, from the bruises to Treavor's aching entrance, it didn't take a genius to deduce what had happened, and neither of them were daft...

The older lord did however wonder… If Treavor even remembered anything else from the night before…

It would be an important question, Montgomery knew, and Treavor's answer would more than likely change much between them, one way or another, for better or for worse…

But the afternoon was warm, and while Treavor seemed far more eager to get up and leave, most likely in an attempt to try and save what little dignity he had left, Montgomery was content to puff away at his cigarette, cozy in his bed.

Montgomery finished his cigarette by the time Treavor had finally managed to maneuver himself to slump against a few pillows by the headboard, he was by no means sitting up, but he was no longer perfectly supine either.

"Water?" Montgomery asked lazily as he reached out to snub the last embers of his cigarette in the ashtray. The younger lord made some confused noise at the back of his throat, clearly, he hadn't been paying his host any attention.

"Do you want water?" The older lord asked again, looking over to the younger lord as he spoke, Treavor met his gaze, and for a moment, Montgomery thought that Treavor would be too stubborn to accept the offer, but then the younger man nodded, mumbling out a sheepish little, "Sure…" As he turned away.

Montgomery huffed at the younger lord's attitude before he pulled the cover back and slid his legs over the side of the bed, taking a moment to stretch before he rose, nude and shameless in his own house, in his own room as he brazenly walked to his bathroom.

Treavor had found something far more interesting to look at out in the back garden.

He poured himself a glass first, drinking deeply as the second cup was filling, he told himself he was only doing the young lord a common courtesy, a glass of water after a night of drinking and pleasure, as he would any of his overnight guests.

Treavor deserved that much at least.

When he returned to his room, he found Treavor on his back, head supported by the numerous pillows he kept, grimacing as he tried to draw himself into a seated position once again.

Montgomery paused to watch his bedmate struggle for a moment from the bathroom doorway before he huffed, drawing attention to himself as he made his way back to the bed.

"Easy…" Montgomery sighed as he took a seat at the edge of the bed, facing Treavor as he held out the second glass.

Treavor sighed as he settled for propping himself up onto his elbows, refusing to show weakness, as he looked up at the older lord, then to the glass, for a brief moment, Treavor's eyes wandered lower before he quickly snatched the glass from Montgomery's hand and turned away.

Montgomery chuckled into his glass at the younger lord's reaction. Gone was the boldness brought on by drink, replaced by shy soberness as scarlet ignited across Treavor's cheeks, Montgomery didn't miss the way Treavor subtly tried to pull the duvet closer to his chest either.

The older lord allowed Treavor to wet his throat before he began speaking.

"How much of last night do you remember?" Montgomery began simply, after Treavor had pulled the glass from his lips lest his mundane question had the smaller man sputtering.

He watched as the young lord paused, mouth still holding the fragile sip before he swallowed thickly. At least he didn't have to worry about Treavor choking quite yet.

"Enough…" Treavor replied after a moment of hesitation, his head still turned away from Montgomery, though Montgomery could see the tips of Treavor's ears begin to darken as the memories of their time spent together no doubt ran through his head…

"Enough…" Montgomery hummed in repeat as he eyed the young man beside him curiously. It seemed not even a hangover was enough to curb the Pendleton runt's snark, nor dull his sharp tongue.

"Yes." Treavor snipped in reply as he briefly turned to glower at Montgomery out of the corner of his eye, "I remember enough…"

Montgomery cocked a brow, a smarmy little smirk tugging at his lips as he brought his glass to his lips. Treavor was a bundle of amusement, easy to rile up, but dangerous to play with.

Montgomery could recall an evening back when he was a fresh faced twenty-one year old, it wasn't his birthday celebration, but it wasn't too long after it either.

Treavor was only fifteen at the time, and they, himself and Treavor were hardly acquaintances, the twins had bitched to him endlessly about their baby brother, but Treavor had yet to do anything to earn Montgomery's ire.

He did however draw Montgomery's attention when he none-too subtly began to gnash his silver teeth at Timothy, dredging the poor lad through a most elegant evisceration of pride and character before kindly pointing out that the new apartment Timothy purchased in the estate district did not in fact have any windows offering a view of Waverly Boyle's bedroom.

It was a beautiful display of poise and power, one that Montgomery was more than interested in seeing again, though not directed at himself personally…

That being said, during a different event, Montgomery, having drunk a merry amount, decided to have a go and kick the Bloodfly Nest that was Treavor Pendleton.

And despite Treavor being twelve glasses of wine further along than Montgomery, the young lord still managed to give him such a thorough tongue lashing that he was forced to limp away from the party early, tail tucked between his legs, avoiding every damn gaze in the room. He still shuddered to think of that night.

Despite knowing full well what the younger lord was capable of, Montgomery decided it would be a good idea to provoke the younger lord, he wasn't sure why, honestly, it was to in the morning for a round of verbal sparring, but maybe he just wanted to see something other than fear in Treavor's eyes.

"I wonder how much your 'enough', is." He mused just into his glass, keeping his eyes on Treavor as he did so. His words were simple, but Treavor was clever enough to recognize them for the jab they were, and dumb enough to take the bait.

"I remember asking you not to cum inside me."

Montgomery choked on his water, slamming the glass down on his bedside table as he hacked and coughed and thumbed his closed fist against his chest in earnest.

When he finally caught his breath, Montgomery turned to Treavor, who was glowering down at his water. He could think of a thousand threats and curses that would have the little runt bawling or begging in moments… But instead, Montgomery decided to play Treavor's game.

"I seem to recall you not minding." He snarked back.

At that, the glower turned to a full blown hateful scowl... And as weak as Treavor was, as powerless and frail, fragile, small, helpless the younger lord was… Montgomery could feel a flutter of fear seize his heart at the despising look Treavor had directed at him…

"And I recall asking you numerous times. To. Stop." Treavor all but seethed in response, his teeth grit tightly.

Montgomery blinked twice at the statement… It wasn't false, the young lord had asked him, quite nicely in fact, to stop…

"You enjoyed it." Montgomery countered, a flimsy retort at best… Admittance at worst…

"What does that matter!" Treavor shouted, his voice carrying a startling amount of force despite his disheveled appearance and less than flattering position;

"I-I told you no! I…" The younger man snarled before, in a fit of absolute fury, he tried to throw the glass he had been holding at Montgomery, the last sip of water within splashed the older lord's arm painlessly as the cup flew wide and hit the opposite wall, falling to the ground intact.

Montgomery stared down at Treavor impassively as the younger lord continued to choke on his rage.

"I-I fucking begged you to stop!." He snarled, "I said I didn't want it!"

"We were drunk." Montgomery mumbled through a huff, he knew damn well that he had no legs to stand on in this argument, but his pride prevented him from apologizing.

"No. I. Wasn't!" Treavor howled in defiance as he jabbed a finger in Montgomery's direction, tears finally spilling over his eyes and down his cheeks.

"And even if I was, what right does that give you to-to." Treavor stole a trembling breath as he fell back onto the bed, drawing both of his hands to his face.

"You're a fucking monster…" The younger lord whispered hoarsely.

Montgomery watched as his bedmate began to tremble, his jaw clenching as he fought back tears… Montgomery couldn't help but agree with Treavor's accusation.

He truly was a monster…

Because he could not find a shred of remorse for his actions, only the beginning embers of a burning need.

"I hate you…" Treavor choked out softly as he lowered his hands from his face to look at Montgomery again.

"I-I'll have you rott-rotting in C-Coldridge for this, Shaw." The youngest Pendleton seethed through a pained breath as he once again attempted to sit.

"Will you now?" Montgomery mused as he watched Treavor struggle beside him, it seemed Treavor's memory wasn't quite as put together as Treavor made it out to be.

That or the younger lord was hoping he had forgotten about their lovely little conversation last night.

"Will you go screaming to your brothers that Lord Montgomery Shaw had you squealing like a cat whore as he fucked you during the Feuge Feast? The one night of the year where such indulgences can be made guiltlessly?" Montgomery asked slowly.

"How do you think they would react Treavor?" Montgomery crooned as he watched the younger lord's eyes begin to water anew.

"T-that d-doesn't fucking matter!" Treavor stammered out, trying his damndest to sound believable despite the quiver in his throat.

"Doesn't it Treavor?" Montgomery hummed as repositioned himself atop the bed, reaching out, arm like a viper, he took hold of the younger man's jaw, holding Treavor's head in place, against the pillows, as the younger lord tried to weakly claw at his wrist.

"Tell me Treavor…" Montgomery murmured quietly, softly.

"Do you remember that lovely little conversation we had about your brothers last night?"

Montgomery watched as Treavor's furious and pained expression froze in place, morphing into a look of confusion which lasted for long enough for Montgomery to likewise recall their conversation… Before absolute, horror settled in his eyes.

"Ah, so you do remember." Montgomery chimed lightly as he released Treavor's jaw to set his hand atop the duvet, leaning against his arm casually as he watched Treavor fall limp beside him, too stunned or too afraid to move…

Treavor stared up at him blankly, eyes hollowed by fear.

"Now then." Montgomery sighed as he smiled down at the little lord in his bed.

"What were you saying about sending me to rot in Coldridge?"

Treavor whimpered softly at the back of his throat, his lower lip wobbling as he began to tremble. No words escaped the young lord's throat however, nor did he try to struggle further as he stared up at Montgomery.

"You're rather chatty when you're drunk aren't you Treavor?" Montgomery mused coyly, "I'm honestly quite surprised I'm the first to hear about the happenings that occurred behind closed Pendleton doors."

Treavor swallowed thickly, stealing a short, shaky breath.

"What… What do you want?" He asked quietly, voice wavering in its breathlessness…

Montgomery hummed in mock contemplation as he continued to eye Treavor.

"I'll…" Treavor began to stutter, "I-I was just… I-I didn't mean what I said…" He whispered hoarsely.

"Damn right you didn't." Montgomery sneered cooly, taking delight in the way Treavor coward before him, flinching at his tone.

"Do you really think anyone would even believe you?" Montgomery murmured slowly as he rose from his comfortable lean to hover over the lord beside him, Treavor made a move to shy away, possibly scramble out of bed, but Montgomery set his palm beside the younger lord's head, effectively creating a cage around Treavor to keep him in place...

"Do you think anyone would care?" He whispered quieter, leering closer to the younger man beneath him. "It was Feuge after all Treavor. I'm sure the watch will be dealing with thousands of cases of commoners who decided to try and wet their pricks with the first stranger they stumbled across."

Montgomery grinned down as Treavor sniffled weakly, the younger lord's eyes flickered between his own before his face fell further and he slowly, reluctantly shook his head…

Montgomery tilted his head to the side curiously… Genuinely surprised by Treavor's response…

He didn't expect the runt of a lord to agree with him… Honestly, he thought Treavor would continue to throw a fit, spitting curses with his oh-so-sharp tongue…

Instead, he agreed…

"Glad we can agree on something." Montgomery ground out coolly.

"What do you want…" Treavor asked again, soft and timid, a whimper as his throat bobbed with a thick swallow.

"I-I have money?" Treavor offered weakly, "Votes? I-I'll barter with my brothers t-to aid House Shaw in parliament, I… Please just… I don't know what you want." The younger lord babbled weakly.

Montgomery hummed, "Oh Treavor…" He all but crooned, "I don't want your money…" He mused slowly as he raised the hand resting beside the younger lord's head to pat his cheek a few times, the gesture cruel and mocking as he leaned down far too close for Treavor's comfort.

"And I know damn well that your devil brothers would never throw their lot in with a Shaw… And don't bother offering your own support, you hold as much weight as a feather in the courts."

Treavor withered further beneath Montgomery, it was an open secret that Treavor was without doubt the weakest link in the nobility, a spare-spare heir who couldn't do anything worth a damn.

Well, he could do one thing worth a damn.

"Though I must say…" Montgomery murmured softly, "You were most agreeable company last night…" The older lord crooned, "And while I would hate to deal with the… Hassle… That would no doubt occur should you go run your mouth…"

Montgomery leaned close enough to brush his lips against the smaller lord's temple as Treavor's hands weakly began to shove against his chest, the hand he had used to pat the younger lord's cheeks settled just at Treavor's throat as he whispered softly.

"I would very much like to fuck you again Little Lord…"

Treavor froze at that, like a rabbit who had just caught sight of a fox in a bush. Montgomery watched as the younger lord's breathing became strained, tight before a genuine sob, a true cry of fear and pain slipped through his teeth as he weakly tried to kick out at Montgomery with a leg.

"No-no, no, no, no!" Treavor babbled through his tears, looking up at Montgomery with large, wet eyes.

"Y-you can't, you can't, Shaw- please, don't!" Treavor whimpered as he weakly clawed at the hand at his throat with one hand while he fought to grab the duvet with the other.

"Please can- We can talk about this!" Treavor heaved in terror as his chest rose and fell far too quickly, his hands still clawing at Montgomery's wrist.

Montgomery decided to humor the Pendleton runt as he silently cocked a brow, he didn't release his hold on Treavor's throat, he didn't trust the little lord to not try something stupid.

"I don't think there's much to talk about." Montgomery mused coyly.

"Please!" Treavor sobbed in reply as he tried to writhe away from the older lord, though the action did little else but hurt Treavor in the process, that much was made clear by the hiss of pain to slither through clenched teeth.

Montgomery ts'kd at the younger lord before he shifted once again, using his free hand to grab hold of one of Treavor's flailing legs through the sheets, he pressed the struggling limb down so he could set himself atop of Treavor, not quite straddling the smaller lord, but certainly holding him in place to keep him from flailing and hurting himself further.

"Stop-stop-stop!" Treavor wailed desperately, his breathing hitching momentarily as the weight of the older lord's length settled atop his stomach, he then began to do his best to thrash about beneath the older lord, using both hands to try and claw at the hand holding him as he sobbed, his dull nails hardly biting into the meat of Montgomery's arm.

"Treavor. Relax." The older lord growled slowly, his words doing nothing to soothe the younger lord who was clearly in the midst of a panic attack.

"I-I'll fucking tell!" The small body beneath Montgomery howled, tears rolling freely down his cheeks as he tried to beat the older lord's arms with a trembling fist. "Y-you think I won't!"

Montgomery's patience wore thin, and with a huff, he pressed down on the younger lord's throat, hard enough to have Treavor sputtering without the risk of choking.

"I could also tell." Montgomery breathed coolly, leaning down to look into the younger lord's eyes as he spoke, and ensure Treavor saw him too.

"I'm sure your brothers would love to know just how easy it is to have you singing your secrets like a little bird…"

Treavor made another soft, terrified noise at the back of his throat as he closed his eyes tightly, jaw set in a firm grimace, Montgomery's hand prevented him from turning away, but he was still so desperate to hide.

"Look at me Treavor." Montgomery ordered quietly, easing his hold on the younger man's throat, Treavor sputtered and coughed weakly, but refused to open his eyes.

"Look at me…" The older lord repeated, his tone tighter, firmer. Treavor whimpered as he opened his eyes, both of his hands feebly gripping the wrist holding his neck.

"Now… You told me all about your brothers' birthday presents." Montgomery mused, sitting back slightly, he released Treavor's throat quickly before snatching the younger lord's wrists so Treavor wouldn't be able to try and claw at him again, Treavor still whimpered at the action, shrinking in on himself as he weakly glared up at the older lord.

"I can only imagine what else those twin devils get up to with you…" Montgomery mused slowly as he gently pressed small circles against the inside of Treavor's wrists with his thumb, aiming to calm the younger man down before he had a heart attack.

"Of course… I'm not one to pry…" Montgomery said simply.

"Not that I need too… You spilled years of secrets last night Treavor, powerful, dangerous secrets." Montgomery watched the young lord beneath him continue to tremble, Treavor's breath falling tightly from his nose, his mouth set in a firm grimace as he looked up at Montgomery with wide eyes and a hopeless expression.

"You understand what I'm saying, yes?" He asked gently, giving Treavor's wrists a gentle squeeze before he gathered the younger lord's wrists into a single hand, Treavor didn't so much as twitch.

"Do you understand Treavor?" Montgomery repeated as he gently ran a thumb over the younger man's cheek, clearing away a line of tears as the little lord began to nod numbly.

"Good, good…" Montgomery mused as he slowly, carefully released his hold on Treavor's wrists, allowing the younger lord to draw his arms to his chest, a weak, pitiful shield, but a comforting one.

"Now… How about we set all the cards on the table, so to speak." Montgomery hummed.

"I have come across an inordinate amount of filthy, filthy family business, courtesy of you." Montgomery said simply as he watched Treavor shiver beneath him, the younger lord's eyes were glassy and wet with tears, unfocused, dazed and oh so afraid.

"Now, I have offered to keep your dirty little secrets in exchange for… Compensation." Montgomery murmured quietly, his hands slowly began to inch the duvet down, exposing the tapestry of bruises he had nibbled and sucked onto Treavor's skin the night before.

Treavor whimpered softly in response, and with trembling hands he grabbed the duvet tightly, tugging it back up weakly with a sniffle.

"S-stop…" He wheezed weakly.

"Please… Please stop…" Treavor warbled as Montgomery gently yanked the duvet away from him, slipping the covers down to his waist where he sat, not yet exposing anything below the belt, but certainly leaving Treavor uncomfortably bare.

"What do you want!" The younger man sobbed.

"You know what I want Treavor…" Montgomery murmured quietly as he set his hands at Treavor's waist, soothing his thumbs against the younger lord's sides as he looked the little lord over.

"I want you Treavor." Montgomery crooned, "I want to fuck you… I want you warming my bed, I want you at my beck and call." With every word, Montgomery leaned closer to the body beneath him until his lips were brushing against Treavor's cheek.

"I. Am. No. Whore!" Treavor seethed heatedly as he abruptly turned his head, trying to headbutt the older lord, Montgomery was quick to pull away, and even quicker to snatch hold of Treavor's wrists again as the young lord attempted to strike him.

"Of course you're not a whore Treavor." Montgomery soothed gently as he held Treavor's arms at his side, waiting for the younger lord to tire himself out with his weak thrashing.

"F-fuck you!" Treavor finally snarled as he relented with his efforts to escape, his breath fell in heavy pants from his lips, but his eyes continued to burn with barely contained fury.

"You- you're a fucking monster Shaw!" Treavor seethed as he tore at the bed sheets beneath his hands, his knuckles going white from how hard he fisted the sheets.

"Behave Treavor…" The older lord hummed tersely, "I am trying to be reasonable-"

"Reasonable!" Treavor snarled.

"You call this reasonable!" The younger lord laughed a dark, hollow laugh that had a chill running down Montgomery's spine.

"T-this is sick!" Treavor hissed, "Th-this is so fucking sick. You! You're sick!" He accused with a borderline hysterical laugh that quickly devolved into a wet sob.

"I hate you…" Treavor whispered through a grimace, his voice trembling weakly.

"Treavor…" Montgomery sighed heavily, but the younger lord merely sobbed and shook his head.

"They'll kill me." He whispered hoarsely as he looked up at Montgomery with a teary sneer, "They'll fucking kill me and you don't even care." He hissed.

"I do care Treavor." Montgomery retorted hotly.

"No!" Treavor seethed, "No you care about getting an easy fuck!" Treavor snarled.

"H-how do I know you won't just, just go running to my brothers and tell them everything the second you're done with me!" Treavor shouted.

Montgomery however hardly registered Treavor's tone, focusing solely on the implications of Treavor's question.

"So…" The older lord mused slowly, "If I gave you some… Assurance, that I wouldn't jeopardize your safety… You would agree?"

Treavor stilled at that, his expression becoming a mix of baffled confusion before twisting into another furious sneer.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Treavor snarled through gritted teeth, "Is- is that all you can think about? Just-just how to get me to agree to this- this sick fucking game of yours!"

A broken sob escaped Treavor as he did his best to glower up at the older lord above him, his lower lips trembling as fresh tears began to fall.

"You're just as bad as them…" Treavor wheezed as he weakly pulled his hands from the older lord's grasp, Montgomery let him go, Treavor's words cutting deep.

"You're just another fucking monster in my life." Treavor mumbled into his palms as he shielded his face behind his fingers.

Montgomery sighed heavily before he once again took hold of Treavor's wrists, this time pinning the younger man's hands to either side of his head.

"I don't want to hurt you Treavor."

Treavor choked on a wet scoff at that, but before he could retort Montgomery kissed him.

A soft sound of surprise and confusion was pressed into Montgomery's mouth as Treavor froze beneath him, the older lord didn't linger, he didn't trust the younger man to not try and bite him.

"I don't want to hurt you." Montgomery repeated slowly.

"You want to fuck me." Treavor hissed quietly.

"Yes." Montgomery agreed, "But that doesn't mean I want to hurt you."

Treavor glared up at the older lord but held his tongue…

"This doesn't have to be a bad thing you know." Montgomery continued, "I think that keeping your secrets in exchange for casual sex is rather fair, don't you?"

"F-fair for you." Treavor snapped, "It's-it's not like I-I'd be getting out of that arrangement, except for maybe not getting killed by my brothers."

Montgomery chuckled softly at the snark creeping back into the young lord's tone.

"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy yourself last night." Montgomery chided lightly, Treavor only glared at the older lord as his cheeks ignited scarlet.

"I took care of you last night, didn't I?" Montgomery crooned softly, "Fucked you good and proper, like I said I would… Had you sobbing my name…"

Crimson continued to gather at Treavor's cheeks as he turned his head to look away from the lord above him.

"Shut up." Treavor muttered.

"Don't ignore me Treavor." The older lord chided as he leaned close to nibble at the younger lord's throat with his lips.

"Shut up." Treavor hissed again, heartlessly however, before he mumbled a quiet, "I'm thinking…"

"Oh?" Montgomery purred, "What about?"

"I don't want to die…" Treavor murmured dully as he glanced up at Montgomery out of the corner of his eye.

"And right now… The only thing that might keep me from dying is whether or not I agreed to whore myself out to you…"

Montgomery frowned at that but remained silent, he couldn't rightly argue with Treavor's wording…

"I don't want to die…" Treavor repeated softly, "I don't want to die… But I don't want to whore myself out for something that might keep me from dying."

Montgomery cocked a brow at that; "You have a suggestion then?"

Treavor turned to face the older lord, looking between Montgomery's eyes for a moment before he nodded slowly.

"Offer me sanctuary." He said, swallowing nervously before he continued; "Promise me that you'll keep your doors open for me should I need refuge or protection… And in exchange… I'll warm your bed…" Treavor finished lamely.

Montgomery could feel a grin tugging at his lips as he released Treavor's wrists to take hold of the younger lord's head, cupping Treavor's cheeks warmly with a smile.

"You'll warm my bed little lord?" Montgomery purred softly.

"S-so long as you hold up your end of the agreement." Treavor snipped.

"Yes, yes, of course." Montgomery chuckled as he pulled Treavor into a kiss, a proper kiss this time, one that had Treavor freezing momentarily before small hands settled at the older lord's shoulders to shove him away.

"W-wait…" The younger lord murmured up against Montgomery's insistent mouth as he tried to turn away from the older man's mouth, Montgomery allowed him to, but at the expense of offering his throat to the other lord.

"Can-can we-... Do we have to do this now?" Treavor whispered nervously, his voice soft and breathy as his hands squeezed the older lord's shoulder timidly.

Montgomery hummed a soft sound against Treavor's throat before he murmured a teasing; "Consider this your first payment for sanctuary."

"W-what about last night?" Treavor piped in a small voice, Montgomery merely chuckled, pressing one last kiss to the side of Treavor's neck before he rose up to look down at the little lord beneath him with a wolfish smile.

"Last night was your birthday present." He crooned sweetly as he maneuvered himself off of Treavor to finish pulling the duvet off of his bedmate, exposing the younger lord beneath him before Treavor could react and try and grab it.

Treavor made some soft, ashamed sound at the back of his throat as he pulled his legs to his chest to try and cling to some feeble shred of dignity.

"No, no, no." Montgomery soothed softly as he took hold of Treavor's knees, gently prying the younger man's thighs apart as he leaned down to kiss his bedmate again, the action startling Treavor enough to allow Montgomery to press close to the body beneath him, looping Treavor's legs around his waist as he settled against him, his prick, firm and warm laying across the soft stomach of the lord beneath him.

"No hiding Little Lord." Montgomery whispered as he took a moment to spit into his palm, delighting at the soft whimper Treavor made at the action.

"I want to see you Darling." He murmured as he took Treavor's length in his hand, stroking slowly, watching as the younger man beneath him shuddered, a hand instinctively flying to his lips to smother his soft noises as he turned away.

"Don't hide from me Lovely." Montgomery chided softly as he took both of Treavor's wrists in hand, pinning the younger lord's hands above his head.

Treavor mewled helplessly, his hands grasping at nothing as he began to tremble.

"You're alright…" Montgomery hummed, "You're alright… You're alright Little Lord." He leaned down to kiss Treavor's forehead softly.

"Just relax, let me take care of you…"

Treavor merely turned his head away, attempting to hide against his arm, his eyes closed, jaw clenched tight as he fought back soft sounds.

Montgomery sighed softly, leaning down to kiss the younger lord's temple.

"You're allowed to feel good, you know." He murmured softly, trailing his lips along Treavor's cheek as he spoke, pausing to scatter a few kisses to the younger man's jaw as he began to work his way down to Treavor's neck.

A quiet whimper was Treavor's only response as a dribble of pre welled at the head of his erection, adding to the slickness of Montgomery's palm as he continued to fondle the younger man beneath him.

Montgomery took a moment to admire the lovely row of bruises he had pressed into Treavor's throat the night prior, now all blooming darkly against the pale expanse of neck, Montgomery couldn't help but press delicate kisses onto each and every bruise before setting out to create a few more.

"Dear god you're pretty…" Montgomery murmured against the hollow of Treavor's throat as the younger lord began to tremble beneath him, the thighs looped around his waist squeezing timidly as soft, breathy noises began creeping past Treavor's lips.

"You close baby boy?" Montgomery crooned as he sat back slightly, looking his bedmate over, watching as Treavor's chest rose and fell in fluttery breaths as he quickened.

His face remained firmly tucked against his arm.

Montgomery gave the prick in his hand a little squeeze just to see Treavor writhe beneath him.

"So fucking pretty…" Montgomery hummed as he began to jerk Treavor off properly, stroking and squeezing the prick in his hand with intent rather than to simply tease his bedmate.

Treavor reacted beautifully.

Gasping a startled sound the tumbled from his lips as a stuttered moan, his back arched as his thighs clamped down on either side of Montgomery's waist.

It didn't take long for a loud, subdued sob to crawl past Treavor's lips as his prick began to twitch in Montgomery's palm, semen dribbled from the head of the erection, messily rolling down the older lord's fingers as he stroked Treavor through the orgasm until the younger lord was squirming beneath him.

"W-wait-wait- stop!" Treavor babbled as he weakly tried to pull his wrists free from Montgomery's hand.

With his bedmate no longer hiding from him, Montgomery quickly seized the opportunity to kiss Treavor again as he wiped the mess on his hand against the duvet.

Treavor whimpered up against the older lord's mouth, flinching as a large hand settled against his cheek to further guide him along the kiss. When Montgomery first pressed his tongue to Treavor's lower lip, the thought of biting the older lord crossed his mind before he ultimately decided against it…

Instead, he shyly began to press back against the older lord's mouth, timidly parting his lips to allow Montgomery's tongue past his teeth, his own tongue greeting the intruder with a subdued sigh.

Treavor could feel Montgomery smile against him before the older lord shifted again, releasing his hands so he could cup Treavor's other cheek tenderly.

Treavor timidly brought his hand down from where Montgomery had been holding them to settle at the older lord's chest, not shoving this time, Treavor knew it wouldn't do him any good, nor would Montgomery appreciate it…

When the older lord finally pulled away, Treavor was breathless, his lips damp and puffy from the countless kisses Montgomery had coaxed him into, his eyes hazy and unfocused.

A thin line of droop connected their lips.

Montgomery's thumbs ran over Treavor's cheeks gently as he leaned down to give the younger lord another soft kiss, a kiss that Treavor reciprocated with the same softness.

A kiss that Treavor thought ended far too quickly.

"You're beautiful." The older lord whispered just against Treavor's mouth before he began to kiss along Treavor's jaw again, his hands abandoning Treavor's cheeks to softly begin to pet and stroke his skin.

Treavor shuddered beneath the older lord as Montgomery's voice rumbled against his throat.

A large hand settled against his stomach, stroking the softness there, drawing a whimper from Treavor as he recalled just how deep Montgomery reached inside of him the previous night.

Treavor mewled something soft at the back of his throat, a delicate little whimper, an embarrassing sound that he couldn't stop as Montgomery's hands trailed up to his chest.

A breathy noise of confusion and surprise slipped through his teeth when warm, calloused fingers ran over his nipples.

Montgomery exhaled a slow breath against Treavor's neck as he gently ran his thumbs over the younger lord's teats, feeling the chest beneath him hitch and squirm timidly.

Treavor made a high, keened noise of confusion when Montgomery took a nipple between his thumb and index finger, pinching softly as Treavor squealed.

"W-what the fuck are you doing?" The younger lord whined as he weakly tried to shove at the larger lord's shoulder.

Montgomery huffed softly, pressing a kiss to Treavor's throat before raising himself up to kiss Treavor again, forcing him back down into the pillows.

"Nothing you need to worry about…" Montgomery breathed softly against Treavor's lips before pressing another kiss to Treavor's chin, trailing kisses down along the center of Treavor's throat until he finally settled at the younger lord's chest, all the while teasing the younger man's chest.

Treavor's chest was rising and falling quickly beneath Montgomery, evidently flustered, and more than a little nervous, the way his thighs were squeezing Montgomery's sides was proof of that…

"Relax Treavor…" Montgomery murmured softly, his breath warming Treavor's chest.

"Just relax… You can do that for me, can't you Darling?"

Treavor swallowed thickly, holding his tongue lest he embarrass himself by stuttering.

"Sweetling…" The older lord cooed gently as he scattered some few more kisses across Treavor's chest.

"I need you to relax Darling…" He murmured, slipping his hands from Treavor's chest to hold his hips, soothing gentle circles into Treavor's hips.

Beneath him, Treavor's chest rose and fell in a shuddering breath as the lord beneath him timidly forced his thighs to release Montgomery from their grip.

"Good boy…" The older lord murmured softly, "Good, good boy…" As he turned his head to the side to latch onto a perked teat.

Treavor squealed loudly before he could cover his mouth with his hand.

Montgomery's mouth was warm against him, lips soft, the sensation of suckling as strange as it was pleasurable. Treavor writhed beneath the older lord, though the hands at his hips held him in place, he couldn't help but tremble.

"Mon-Monty-Monty!" Treavor whimpered into the back of his hand as he timidly looped his other arm around the back of the older lord's shoulders, his nails lightly scraping against Montgomery's shoulder blade.

Montgomery acknowledged Treavor with a hum as he ran his tongue over the tit in his mouth, earning him a high, keened mewl from the body beneath him.

Montgomery was delightfully surprised by how responsive Treavor was, he knew most men didn't take too kindly to having their chests toyed with in bed, claiming that they were no women.

But Treavor writhed beneath him, sputtering and whimpering, his hands trembling as he clung to Montgomery's shoulders like a virgin on her wedding bed.

Montgomery offered Treavor's teat one last lave of his tongue before he moved to pay the other teat the same attention.

Treavor's back arched off the bed beautifully, eagerly pressing against the older lord's mouth with a whimper.

Montgomery gave the younger lord's hips a little squeeze as he nibbled at Treavor's chest with his lips, basking in the way Treavor shuddered beneath him.

A hand tangled into Montgomery's hair, pulling him closer as a sob tumbled from Treavor's lips. Montgomery typically wouldn't have appreciated his partners clinging to him in such a way, he found it endearing coming from Treavor.

The young lord beneath him trembled and shook, clinging to him desperately as he mewled sweetly, his thighs trembling around Montgomery's waist as he attempted to grind back against the body above him, Montgomery could feel a stiffness pressing against his stomach with every stuttered roll of Treavor's hips.

Montgomery pulled away from Treavor's chest with a wet 'pop' which earned him a very unhappy mewl from the young lord beneath him and a tug to his hair as Treavor tried to guide his face back down to his chest.

Montgomery brought his hands to his bedmates chest, fondling and squeezing the rosy buds between his fingers as he bowed close to mouth at Treavor's jaw.

"Don't you look lovely…" He murmured breathily, brushing his lips against Treavor's mouth before he leaned down to kiss the younger lord.

"So fucking pretty…"

Treavor mewled beneath him, eyes clenched shut as he moved his hands from Montgomery's hair down to his shoulders, clinging to the older lord tightly as he moved to bury his face against the larger man's shoulder to muffle a sob.

Montgomery cooed at the body beneath him, continuing to murmur soft praises against Treavor's ear as he returned his hands to Treavor's hips, pressing his thumbs softly into the dips of Treavor's waist.

"You're alright…" He sighed just against the younger lord's ear.

"You're alright Treavor." Montgomery murmured softly as he turned to press a kiss to the younger lord's cheek, Treavor merely whimpered, pressing himself closer to Montgomery to keep himself hidden.

Montgomery sighed against Treavor's shoulder before he raised himself off of the body beneath him, Treavor made some distressed warble as a hand settled against his chest, pinning him down to the bed.

Montgomery took a moment to admire the sight of the young lord beneath him…

Treavor was flustered speechless, cheeks, ears, throat, shoulders and chest rosy and warm, his teats dark and damp from the attention Montgomery had offered them.

Treavor's cheeks were stained with tears, his eyes, though hazy with desire, still glistened in fear. His prick was stiff atop his stomach.

Montgomery leaned down to kiss the younger lord again, and this time Treavor's hands settled against his chest, shoving at him weakly as a keened mewl crawled up his throat.

"You're beautiful…" Montgomery breathed as he blindly reached out to the bedside table for the remaining oil, setting it atop the table, leaving it open for easy access as he dipped two fingers into the grease.

Treavor's head was turned to watch the older Lord, silently sobbing all the while, Montgomery leaned down to kiss along Treavor's throat as he gently coaxed Treavor's thighs apart, shifting himself back slightly so he could reach between pale, creamy smooth legs to access the warmth hidden between.

Treavor choked on a quiet whimper before he abruptly, albeit, weakly attempted to squirm away from the lord above him.

"No." He wheezed on a fearful breath, his eyes wide and afraid as he looked about the room wildly.

"No-no, please no." Treavor began to babble as he tried to crawl out from beneath Montgomery, which only served to nestle him deeper into the mound of pillows behind him.

Montgomery followed his younger companion closely, watching as Treavor began to tremble beneath him, he tried to swat at Montgomery once or twice, uselessly of course.

Eventually Treavor settled for attempting to shove the older lord away, pressing his palms to Montgomery's chest and shoulders as the larger lord bore down on him, pressing him down into the abundant pillows beneath him.

Montgomery leaned close, keeping himself between Treavor's legs to prevent the younger lord from closing his thighs, the position was somewhat cumbersome, but Montgomery found himself not minding when it meant Treavor couldn't hide from him any longer.

"Hey…" The older lord whispered softly once their chests met and Treavor was forced to stop his attempts to push Montgomery away.

"What happened Sweetheart?" Montgomery asked gently as he settled one hand at a trembling thigh, running his palm over the soft expanse of flesh tenderly, hoping to calm his bedmate as the oil on his fingers warmed.

Treavor's face contorted into a grimace which no doubt would have been accompanied by bitter words had Montgomery not kissed the expression away with a cherishing softness that had Treavor stilling beneath him.

"Did I do something lovely?" Montgomery asked through a low murmur.

"Did I frighten you perhaps?"

Treavor whimpered and cast his eyes aside, shame crawled onto his cheeks as he jaw tightened.

"S-stop it…" He whispered hoarsely.

"Please just… Just get off me S-Shaw." He murmured.

"I… I don't want this."

Montgomery hummed as he tucked his face against Treavor's throat, pressing a kiss or two along the neck before him as the hand he had been using to stroke Treavor's thigh slipped further to grasp the younger lord's still weeping prick.

The sharp breath Treavor stole as Montgomery began to slowly stroke his length once more was enough to draw a smile to Montgomery's face.

"You don't sound so sure." The older lord rumbled gently into the crook of Treavor's neck as the little lord's trembling hands returned to his chest, weakly shoving at him.

"Come now Treavor…" Montgomery crooned sweetly as he slipped his other hand between them, pressing his two slicked fingers against the younger lord's entrance, not inside of Treavor, not just yet, Treavor was still too panicky for that, but just against, allowing him to smear the oil around and feel just how loose Treavor still was from the night prior.

Treavor sobbed loudly, one hand remaining pressed against Montgomery's front while his other looped around the older lord's shoulder to begin pounding against his back with a closed first.

Thighs trembled and weakly thrashed, but every move brought a pained cry to Treavor's lips.

"Calm down little boy." Montgomery soothed just against Treavor's ear as he teased the head of the younger lord's erection, his two fingers still slowly stroking over Treavor's heat, delicately.

Treavor gasped beneath him, a pained noise.

"Stop!" The younger lord sobbed.

"Stop, stop! Shaw please it hurts!" Treavor cried, his breath hitching with every word.

"Monty Love, Monty…" The older lord hummed as he rose from his position, pressing a kiss to Treavor's forehead before he sat back to look over the young man beneath him.

"I know you're sore." Montgomery soothed as he abandoned Treavor's prick to run his hand along Treavor's side before quickly returning his palm to the younger lord's hip when Treavor attempted to squirm away from him.

"Easy, easy." Montgomery hummed as he held Treavor down, which earned him another soft wail from the lord beneath him.

"I know you're sore…" Montgomery repeated, "But I know you need this." The older lord murmured.

Treavor began to hiss something vicious but before he could voice his opinions Montgomery was slipping an oil slicked finger into him.

Instead, Treavor gasped, flinching away violently from the touch, or at least he would have had Montgomery not had a hold on him.

"You're so wet Treavor…" Montgomery groaned softly as he gently began to thrust his single digit, he could feel Treavor weakly clenching down around him, the oil and Treavor's own slickness working against the younger lord who was valiantly attempting to keep the older lord out.

"S-stop!" Treavor mewled helplessly, his eyes screwing shut as a shudder crawled up his spine.

"You're alright…" Montgomery hummed instead as he stroked his thumb over the ridge of Treavor's hip, his finger unimpeded by the younger lord.

"You're alright little boy…" He sighed softly as he gazed down at the young lord in his lap. Treavor's lower lip was caught between his teeth, his eyes clenched shut, his head rocking about the pillows beneath him as he struggled between grasping the sheets around him and attempting to raise himself to further swat at the older lord.

"None of that now Lovely…" Montgomery purred as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to Treavor's mouth, coaxing Treavor to release his lip from between his teeth.

The younger lord whimpered up into Montgomery's mouth, his hands shaking terribly as they settled once again against Montgomery's chest to try and shove at the older lord.

"St-op…" Treavor murmured, his words muffled by the older lord's insistent mouth.

"Pl-please, please stop-stop Mon-Monty." Treavor whimpered breathlessly when the older lord pulled away for a breath.

"Hush…" Montgomery breathed gently as he leaned down to kiss his bedmate once more, pressing Treavor down into the pillows as he curled his finger inside the younger lord.

Treavor mewled helplessly as the finger began to gently stroke his prostate, his hands flew from Montgomery's chest to the older lord's shoulders.

"You need this Treavor…" Montgomery murmured just against the younger man's lips.

"You need this Little Lord…"

Treavor gasped and trembled beneath him, shaking his head as he choked on his breath.

"Don't deny it Baby Boy…" Montgomery hummed as he leaned closer to mouth along the rim of Treavor's ear.

"You need this…"

Treavor whimpered something soft before a trembling plea fell from his lips.

"H-hurts." He whispered, "Hurts… Hurts Monty."

Montgomery sighed, moving to press his forehead to Treavor's.

"I know Sweetling…" He murmured gently as he resumed thrusting his single finger into the young lord.

"I'll be as gentle as I can…" He promised softly as he began to press his second finger into the young man beneath him, Treavor sobbed in response, the arms he looped around the older lord's shoulders tightened.

"You're alright…" Montgomery murmured softly, "You're alright…" His two fingers working inside the man beneath him, Treavor whimpered softly beneath him, more of a noise of fear than pain, Treavor was still so loose that even two fingers was hardly a stretch so Montgomery knew that his bedmate wasn't in any actual pain.

"Monty, Monty…" Treavor whispered breathlessly.

"I'm right here…" The older lord murmured gently, "I'm right here Baby Boy… I'm right here…"

Treavor mewled as he trembled beneath the larger man, gasping weakly as Montgomery brushed the pads of his fingers just against the edge of his prostate again.

"Please stop." Treavor whimpered.

"Please stop Monty." Treavor babbled.

"Darling." Montgomery crooned gently.

"You know the deal Treavor…" The older lord murmured coyly, earning him a subdued sob from the man beneath him.

"Unless you want don't want me to keep your dirty little secrets anymore?" Montgomery hummed, grinning as the lord beneath him began to feverishly shake his head.

"Then stop being so difficult Lovely." He hummed smoothly, "You look wonderful like this, but you need to relax…"

Treavor sniffled weakly as he brought a hand to his face, wiping away a stray tear as he finally looked up at the man above him.

"I hate you…" Treavor whimpered.

"I know…" Montgomery sighed.

"Be… Please be gentle?" The younger man mumbled.

"Of course…" Montgomery breathed softly as he kissed Treavor again.

"I'll be gentle Darling… I'll be gentle…" He swore against Treavor's lips.

"I'll take good care of you…" He hummed softly as he carefully began to scissor his fingers inside of the younger lord.

"Just relax for me Lovely… Just relax, let me work…"

Treavor let out a shuddering breath beneath him as he tried to obey.

"Good boy…" Montgomery whispered gently as he drew Treavor into a soft kiss, "Good boy…"

Treavor sighed through his nose as he tentatively pressed back against Montgomery's mouth, the older lord slowed the kiss into something sweet as he continued needlessly working Treavor open beneath him.

When Montgomery was sure that Treavor was less inclined to try and crawl away from him again, he let go of the younger lord's waist to return his hand to Treavor's weeping prick.

Treavor jolted slightly at the first touch before a quiet sob rolled up his throat as he sunk bonelessly beneath Montgomery.

"There we go…" The older lord sighed just again in his partner's mouth.

Montgomery touched Treavor tenderly, cherishing each and every little sound the younger lord made, treasuring any shiver or shudder from the body beneath him as he tended to his bedmate.

And most importantly, Montgomery was gentle.

He listened intently to every nose Treavor made, keeping a close ear out for sounds of discomfort or pain to know when he was being too rough or doing something that made the younger man uncomfortable.

He would apologize to Treavor with every transgression, kissing him sweetly to calm him, running a hand along his side to soothe him, and all the while, Treavor clung to him as though he were lost in a vicious storm and Montgomery was his only salvation.

"Think I could add another finger?" Montgomery asked softly as the prick in his palm began drooling in earnest, Treavor's breath was coming in short pants, he was close, he was desperate.

He looked up at Montgomery nervously…

"Go slow?" He whispered quietly, cheeks darkening as Montgomery smiled.

"Of course Darling." The older lord cooed as he gently slipped his fingers from Treavor's heat, earning him a very displeased whimper which he hushed with a kiss as he reached over to dip three fingers into the oil.

Montgomery pressed one last kiss to Treavor's mouth before he sat back, silently coaxing Treavor to spread his legs with his free hand as he let the oil on his fingers come to temperature.

Creamy thighs fell open before him, exposing the glistening warmth hidden between Treavor's thighs, slick with oil, and still lose from their night together.

"Beautiful…" Montgomery breathed softly.

"S-shut up…" Treavor groaned weakly as he tried to roll over and close his thighs, Montgomery merely chuckled and took hold of an ankle, forcing Treavor to keep still as he crowded close to the young lord once again.

"None of that now Lovely." He cooed as he easily slipped his two fingers back into Treavor, earning him a soft gasp from the body beneath him as Treavor's entrance gave way without so much as a flicker of resistance.

"I want to admire you." Montgomery said.

"I want to burn this moment into my head for all my lonely nights to come…" The older lord lowered his voice to a soft whisper as he began to tease Treavor's warmth with a third finger.

"I'm going to remember how you look, right here, right now, for a very long time Little Boy." Montgomery crooned as he slipped his third finger into Treavor.

"All pretty and soft beneath me…" Montgomery murmured as he eased his three digits all the way inside the younger body beneath him, finally feeling Treavor's sloppy walls twitching around him.

"Lovely little Darling, desperate for a good fucking."

Treavor mewled softly at that, his back arching slightly as the three fingers curled within him.

"I can't wait to be inside you…" Montgomery stated quietly as he watched Treavor unconsciously writhe back against his fingers, soft sounds of need crawling from the younger lord's throat as he eyes rolled.

"Can't wait to see you stuffed full of my cock again…" Montgomery breathed through a shaky breath as he scissored his three fingers.

"You're going to look perfect."

Treavor sobbed the older lord's name then, lost in euphoric delirium as Montgomery teased his prostate to the point of tears.

Montgomery cooed something soft as he offered Treavor his palm to ease him through his approaching orgasm, and within five pumps of the younger lord's prick, Treavor was squealing in delight.

Montgomery watched as his bedmate writhed and trembled beneath him, his toes curling in ecstasy as his hands grappled with the surrounding pillows, desperate for purchase as his hips jerked and semen spilled across his stomach.

"You're perfect…" The older lord murmured as he leaned close once again, tucking his face into the crook of Treavor's neck, allowing the little boy beneath him to loop his arms around his shoulders as he trembled, tumbling down from his orgasmic high as Montgomery once again reached over to the bedside table to gather more oil.

"Good boy Treavor, such a good boy…" Montgomery whispered against Treavor's jaw as he slicked his own length.

"Took my fingers so well…" Treavor mewled softly as he lazily turned his head to face the older lord, his eyes blown wide and dark before they slipped closed as Montgomery kissed him.

Montgomery kissed Treavor breathless and greedy, savoring his bedmate's softness as he shifted between Treavor's thighs once more.

Treavor whimpered when the head of Montgomery's erection settled against his entrance, his hands flying from the older lord's shoulders to settle at his chest once again as he mumbled a timid; "W-wait…" Up against Montgomery's mouth.

"You're alright…" Montgomery murmured gently as he guided the head of his erection to run over the slick warmth between Treavor's thighs, smearing oil lazily as his cock caught on the rim of Treavor's entrance.

"I'll take this nice and slow." Montgomery whispered against the corner of Treavor's mouth.

"Be as gentle as you want me to be…" He hummed as he turned his head to offer his bedmate another soft kiss as he slowly began to press the head of his erection into Treavor, groaning low in his throat when he slipped into the younger man with nothing but a nervous whimper from Treavor.

Timid hands returned to loop around his shoulders as Treavor tucked his face into the crook of Montgomery's neck, exhaling a shaky breath against the older lord's collar as he tried to relax.

Montgomery likewise bowed his head to softly kiss Treavor's trembling shoulder as he eased himself further into the younger lord's heat, Treavor whimpered something delicate in response, unconsciously clenching down around the intrusion, not that it did him much good.

Even without Montgomery's fingers, Treavor was still a wet, sloppy mess, slick with remnants of the previous eve, and still gloriously lose, or at least, lose enough that Montgomery knew he wouldn't cause the little lord undue pain.

Even so, Montgomery paused every so often to coo at his bedmate whenever Treavor grew uncomfortable.

"You're alright." He would murmur softly just against Treavor's temple whenever the younger lord pleaded for him to stop.

"I'm not hurting you, am I Sweetling?" Montgomery would ask as he gently pried Treavor out from his hiding place to look at the man beneath him.

Treavor's eyes would always be a little hazy, unfocused with fear, but sharp with need.

"Am I hurting you Darling?" Montgomery would ask as he patted Treavor's cheek, gently, drawing the younger lord's attention back to himself just enough for Treavor to murmur a delicately breathless;

"N-no…"

Montgomery would kiss Treavor's forehead gently as his hands returned to grasp the thin waist beneath him to continue inching his way inside the younger lord.

Bottoming out inside the younger man strangely felt like coming home.

Montgomery stole a few deep, panted breaths to steady his heart as he admired the body beneath him…

Treavor was listless, tucked close to his pelvis, thighs spread wide, resting over Montgomery's own to loop around the older lord's waist, his prick rested against his stomach, bloodwarmed and hard.

His chest rose and fell shakily, eyes closed, mouth softly agape as he sucked breath through parted lips. His hair was awry, spilling out over the pillows like a halo. His cheeks were rose and warm, his hands tightly gripping the pillow his head rested on.

Montgomery tenderly ran his hands along Treavor's sides, touching his bedmate gently as he waited for Treavor to adjust.

Treavor mewled quietly when Montgomery began to tease his chest once more, tired of merely admiring the soft bruises slowly appearing across the younger lord's chest.

"M-Monty…" Treavor whispered hoarsely as a thumb brushed over a teat gently, the older lord chuckling softly in response before he descended upon Treavor once more.

The position was somewhat awkward, him being so hunched over the smaller body, but Treavor's reaction was well worth it.

The younger lord whimpered out a soft noise, his back arching up against the warmth of Montgomery's mouth as his entrance fluttered around Montgomery's length.

Montgomery merely hummed around the teat in his mouth, teasing the nub with his tongue as he suckled, enjoying the soft, panted noises Treavor made beneath him as trembling arms came to loop around his shoulders.

Treavor all but wailed when Montgomery's hands returned to his hips to prevent him from grinding back against the cock inside of him, his hands weakly clawing at the older lord's shoulders in a futile effort to get Montgomery to let go.

"Monty-Monty." Treavor babbled softly as he desperately squeezed down around the length inside of him, "Monty- stop- stop teasing." He panted.

The large hands holding his hips hdwn squeezed him tightly in acknowledgment as Montgomery released the nipple he had been lovingly toying with.

Treavor thought that the older lord was about to make him beg, beg like a whore… Shamefully plead with him to fuck him…

And Treavor was prepared to.

He was prepared to whimper Montgomery's name oh so sweetly and beg the older lord to fuck him…

Instead, Montgomery took Treavor's other teat into his mouth to begin the torment anew.

Treavor sobbed out a loose warble as he threw his head back against the pillows beneath him, his nails dragging across Montgomery's back, leaving long red lines but never breaking skin as he struggled between pulling the older lord closer or shoving him away.

Montgomery ignored every soft cry of his name, every whimpered plea, every hiss or squeal of need as he teased the younger lord beneath him, pressing gentle circles into Treavor's hips as he greedily pleased his partner.

When Treavor finally ceased his attempts to coax Montgomery along, opting to simply lay still and softly sob the older lord's name over and over, Montgomery figured it was appropriate to give the little lord a reward.

Treavor sighed loudly when Montgomery finally released the tit he had caught between his lips, opting to smatter open mouth kisses all across his chest as he painstakingly crawled his way along Treavor's torso.

Treavor mewled, tilting his head to the side as Montgomery trailed his mouth along his throat, his own hands shakily sliding along the older lord's arms to resettle at Montgomery's shoulders.

A soft kiss to his cheek coaxed Treavor to turn towards the older man, his reward a gentle kiss.

"Hey…" Montgomery whispered softly as he pressed his forehead to Treavor's curling over the body beneath him, his hands still holding Treavor's hips, keeping him still.

Treavor could feel the heat gathering in his cheeks as he shyly looked up at the man above him.

"Hi…" He mumbled in response as he tentatively removed his hands from Montgomery's chest, opting to awkwardly lay his arms at his sides, which Montgomery apparently found humorous as he chuckled softly before leaning in once more to offer Treavor another soft kiss.

"You look lovely like this." The older lord murmured just against Treavor's mouth. "All pretty and soft…"

Treavor grumbled something breathless as he turned his head away from Montgomery, his hands reaching out to grasp the older lord's wrists.

"Needy too." Montgomery crooned into Treavor's ear, his voice low and soft but growled.

"S-shut up…" Treavor stammered through clenched teeth.

"What was that Darling?" The older lord purred teasingly, "I didn't quite hear that."

"You heard me fine." Treavor snapped as he fought down the urge to glower up at the man above him, he knew he would lose any sort of stare down between himself and Montgomery, so it would be best to not initiate one to begin with…

"Maybe I just like the sound of your voice?" The older lord rumbled just beneath Treavor's ear before he began to scatter ticklish touches of lip just behind the younger man's jaw.

"P-please." Treavor hissed, "Y-you just like seeing me in-in a state."

Montgomery chuckled again, "Oh, rest assured I do Lovely." He hummed.

"I love seeing you all flustered beneath me… Love seeing all desperate but too proud to ask for what you need… Love seeing you with your thighs spread nice and wide…"

Montgomery's mouth wandered back to Treavor's ear, a tongue running along the shell before words dripped into Treavor's head.

"Love seeing you stuffed full of my cock…"

Treavor choked on a gasp as, at long last, Montgomery finally began to move.

The gentle rocking of the older lord's hips wasn't much, in fact, it was hardly anything, but Treavor was strung tight, and having been made to simply lay there, stretched wide around and filled to the brim with cock for an agonizingly long time, made him rather sensitive to the slightest of sensations.

Pride and shame took a back seat as a needy mewl crawled up his throat.

Treavor attempted to claw at the hands holding his waist as he looped trembling thighs around Montgomery's hips, desperately trying to rock back against the far too gentle grinding he was being teased with.

"Settle down Darling…" The older lord crooned just against Treavor's cheek, his thumbs pressing into Treavor's waist soothingly as he paused to kiss his cheek.

"We're going to do this my way, alright?" Montgomery murmured softly.

"I'm going to take you apart, piece by piece… Fuck you nice and slow, like you deserve…" The older lord whispered, his voice dipping lower.

"And you do deserve this Treavor." He breathed.

"You deserve to be taken care of, deserve to be tended to and pampered…" A firm kiss was pressed to Treavor's temple as a sob abruptly slipped past his lips.

"So that's what I'm going to do…" Montgomery swore softly.

"I'm going to take care of you… I'm going to pamper you, give you everything you could ever need… And you are going to love it." Montgomery mumbled, his voice lowering to a soft growl, just against Treavor's temple.

"Gonna make you love this little lord." He continued, his voice a direct contrast to the gentle rocking of his hips as he grinded against and into the young man beneath him.

Treavor sobbed in response, gasping softly with every move the lord above him made as he wrestled with what Montgomery had told him.

He knew his brothers treated him poorly, horribly in fact, just as he knew, objectively, he deserved a basic level of respect, family or not, he was human after all, he didn't deserve to be beaten whenever Custis found himself in a shitty mood, he didn't deserve vicious scoldings for innocent or honest mistakes…

Montgomery told him that he deserved nice things… That he deserved to be tended to and pampered and, wasn't that the most wonderful thing to hear?

Yet there they were, Treavor all but pinned beneath Montgomery, the older lord tucked inside of his guts after he all but blackmailed Treavor into whoring himself out to him… Promising him the same sweetness he had longed for for so long…

Treavor whimpered, his back arching and nails digging harmlessly into Montgomery's wrists as the older lord grinded his cock against Treavor's prostate, bringing stars to the younger man's eyes as Treavor choked on a soft sound of need, tightening around the cock inside of him, desperate for more.

"God you sound so beautiful." Montgomery rumbled as he purposefully, slowly, grinded his cock up against Treavor's prostate, earning him a wailing squeal from the younger lord.

Treavor's thighs tightened around Montgomery's waist, desperate to draw the older lord closer as his back arched high off the bed, his hands flew from Montgomery's wrists to loop around the broad shoulders above him as he trembled and shook.

"Please-" He wheezed, "Please- please- please Monty." Treavor babbled, tears dampening his cheeks as he turned to face the older lord.

"No more- no more teasing." He whimpered softly, shame, a flickering light in his chest, overwhelmed by desire.

Montgomery exhaled a slow breath before he leaned down to kiss Treavor again, pressing the younger lord down into the pillows as Treavor's hands tangled in the older lord's hair.

"Please." Treavor murmured up against Montgomery's mouth just before the older lord's tongue slipped between his teeth to taste him breathless.

"Fuck me." Treavor whimpered during the brief moment Montgomery took to catch his breath, Treavor's hands still tangled in his hair, dragged him back down for a far softer kiss, a plea hidden behind gentle lips.

"Please, please, please fuck me." Treavor murmured against Montgomery's chin as he began to leave his own trail of timid kisses along the older lord's jaw.

"That was- that was the deal, right?" Treavor stammered quietly against the rim of Montgomery's ear.

"I- You fuck me, and I-I get a safe-safe place t-to stay…" Treavor breathed timidly, "Th-that was the d-deal so- so stop teasing."

The older lord chuckled softly, releasing Treavor's waist, much to the younger lord's delight, so he could dislodge Treavor's hold on him, taking Treavor's wrists in hand, he pinned them to either side of Treavor's head.

"That was the deal, yes…" The older lord murmured softly with a smile.

"But that doesn't mean we both can't enjoy this…" He rumbled low in his throat as he offered Treavor a gentle, shallow thrust, watching as the young man beneath him writhed, eyes rolling back into his skill as his mouth fell agape, his back arching as his thighs all but fell open like a new spring blossom, all but welcoming him.

"Just relax little boy..." Montgomery whispered sweetly as he watched Treavor writhe and twitch beneath him, his prick drooling heavily across his stomach.

"Let me take care of everything…" Montgomery murmured as he pressed his thumbs to the center of Treavor's palms dissuading the younger lord from driving his nails into the supple skin there.

"Let me take care of you…"

Treavor sobbed in response, throwing his head about as he began to unravel.

Montgomery was as gentle, as patient as ever, slowly sinking into Treavor's quivering entrance, drawing all manners of pitiful sobs and mewls to the younger lord's lips as he pillaged Treavor's body oh so sweetly.

And Montgomery was being sweet…

No matter how unwanted his touch was, no matter how vile and twisted he was… His actions spoke volumes.

Rape was an ugly word, and an even uglier reality, a reality Treavor was doubtlessly living…

But Montgomery somehow made the ugliness disappear.

This was no back alley in the dead of night, there was no screaming for mercy, no begging or pleading, at least, not the sort typically associated with such brutality…

No, this was Montgomery's bedroom, his bed, the curtains were wide open, sunlight illuminating the room, the sheets and pillows were fine and soft…

The cries for mercy from torments unthinkable were replaced by soft pleas of mercy from relentless teasing. The pleas and begs remained, but rather than being laced by fear, they were coated in desperately for more, more, more.

Montgomery was truly a monster, for only a monster could turn something as foul as rape into something so divine.

And a part of Treavor fretted over what exactly that made him.

Such frets were quickly forgotten however as Montgomery leaned close to kiss Treavor slowly, guiding one of Treavor's arms to loop around his shoulder, while he coaxed the other to slip between their bodies to grasp his own length.

Treavor gasped up into the older lord's mouth, the hand behind Montgomery's neck quickly scrambling to cling to the larger man's broad shoulder while a massive paw of a fist curled around his far more delicate hand to guide his hand along his prick.

"M-Monty!" Treavor squealed when he was given a chance between feverish presses of tongue and lip.

"You're alright…" Montgomery whispered quietly as he hooked his free arm beneath Treavor's knee, hoisting the younger lord's leg up, removing what little leverage Treavor had.

"Touch yourself little boy." The older lord murmured as he offered Treavor's prick one last squeeze before releasing Treavor's hand so he could hoist up Treavor's other leg, nearly folding the young man in half.

All the while maintaining his perfect image of control.

He could have very well begun to fuck Treavor into the mattress, have the younger lord screaming his name for all of Dunwall to hear, and Treavor would have done so without a second thought.

Instead, Montgomery somehow held himself together, despite the perfectly willing body beneath him, he stayed his hand to lean close and whisper a filthy little thing to Treavor as he continued to gently, gently, gently rock into the young man beneath him.

"Touch yourself… And tell me how much you need me."

Treavor sobbed in response, the arm he had looped around the back of Montgomery's shoulder clambering for any sort of grip for him to cling to as he dragged the older lord down for a sultry kiss.

"Oh god Please Monty." Treavor babbled breathlessly against the older lord's mouth.

"I need you- I need you Monty." He mewled softly.

"Touch yourself for me." Montgomery interjected gently as he pressed a chaste kiss to Treavor's forehead, the younger man sobbing softly before he obeyed.

Treavor tried his best to keep his trembling hand in time with the shallow thrusts of Montgomery's hips, stroking himself base to tip every time the older lord bottomed out inside of him.

"Please…" He whispered as his tears were kissed away by the man above him.

"Monty… Monty… Monty." Treavor breathed softly as he gently caught the older lord's lower lip between his teeth, coaxing him into a string of slow, sloppy kisses.

"I-I'm gonna cum." Treavor whimpered into the space between their mouths, his toes curling in anticipation as his stomach began to tighten with the approaching orgasm.

"G-gonna cum on your cock." Treavor babbled quietly.

Montgomery hummed thoughtfully as he kissed Treavor once, twice, thrice more, devouring the confused, desperate sobs of need as he slowed his hips once more until he stilled inside the younger man once more.

All the while, Treavor babbled a broken string of; 'No-no, no no no!" against his mouth as he tried and failed to fuck himself on Montgomery's length.

"You still touching yourself Lovely?" Montgomery asked heatedly as he released Treavor's mouth.

"Still touching yourself like a good little boy?"

Treavor choked on a sob as he nodded furiously, his hand trembling horribly as he clumsily stroked his prick, his honesty earned him another quick kiss and a smile.

"You cum on that hand of yours Darling." Montgomery ordered softly.

"You cum on your hand… And beg me to fuck you until you do… I'll have you cumming on my cock as many times as you want."

Treavor mewled at that, squeezing down around the cock inside of him, desperate for stimulation as he tried to steady his hand.

"Does that sound nice little boy?" Montgomery crooned.

"Yes!" Treavor gasped, "Yes-yes please- fuck, yes!" He wailed, tripping over his words in his haste.

"Please-please-please-please Monty fuck me." Treavor babbled, voice breathless but oh so needy.

"Want- Need- need you to fuck me." Treavor continued, stoking the fire in his belly as he looked up at the older lord above him with dark, dark eyes before he dragged Montgomery down, closer to him.

"Pretty please fuck me Monty?" Treavor whimpered softly as he kissed the older lord's cheek before turning to tuck his face into Montgomery's shoulder.

"I-I want you to fuck me…" Treavor whispered, "I-I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me so good that-that I'll be feeling it for weeks."

Montgomery groaned low in his throat as he in turn bowed his head to kiss Treavor's shoulder. He knew exactly what Treavor was asking for, and he knew exactly how to give it to him.

"I'm close Monty…" Treavor murmured breathlessly as he turned his head to press his cheeks to the older lord's head.

"I-I'm close… 'M gonna cum Monty… 'm gonna cum Monty, and-and then you're gonna fuck me." Treavor babbled.

"Y-yesss." The older lord hissed softly against Treavor's shoulder.

"Yesss little boy, I'm going to fuck you." He growled, "I'll fuck you until your sobbing on my cock. Fuck you till the only thing you can say is my name."

Treavor sobbed loudly, his voice breaking out into soft pleas to the lord above him as he neared orgasm.

"Monty-Monty, Monty, Monty, Monty." Treavor babbled softly.

"Just like that." Montgomery crooned as he removed himself from Treavor's shoulder to kiss the younger man.

"Say my name… Just like that." The older lord whispered.

Treavor complied, breathlessly murmuring Montgomery's name over and over between kisses before his voice stilled and a high keen crawled up his throat as semen splattered over his stomach and chest.

Montgomery sighed, bowing low to kiss Treavor again, murmuring soft praises to the younger man as he slowly descended from his high.

"Good boy…" He whispered to him softly.

"Such a good boy…"

Treavor whimpered softly as he turned his head towards Montgomery, sliding his lips wetly against the older lord's until Montgomery compiled and kissed him.

Treavor pressed back against the older lord's mouth timidly, releasing his spent prick to curl his other arm around Montgomery's shoulder.

Montgomery hummed into the kiss as he readjusted himself slightly, before he slowly pulled a small ways out of Treavor before smoothly thrusting back into the body beneath him.

Treavor choked on a fragile gasp beneath him, and in an instant, Montgomery devoured the sound.

"O-oooh!" Treavor mewled softly, trembling delicately as his body rocked in time with Montgomery.

The pace was still cruelly sweet, Montgomery keeping his hips steady as he slowly sunk into Treavor over and over, reveling in the bliss of his partner's heat.

All the while, Treavor clung to Montgomery's shoulders, softly weeping up into Montgomery's mouth as he struggled to breathe against the mouth at his lips and around the cock pressed so wonderfully deep inside of him.

"You enjoying yourself little boy?" Montgomery crooned softly against Treavor's mouth as his partner squeezed his thighs around him, desperately trying to coax him into giving him more.

"You enjoying getting fucked on my cock?"

Treavor groaned and nodded, dragging Montgomery down for another brief kiss.

"Yes." Treavor whimpered, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Montgomery chuckled softly against Treavor's mouth as he was dragged down into another kiss.

"You're so fucking needy Darling…" Montgomery hummed gently.

"So fucking needy for a good fucking…"

Treavor whimpered in response, nodding feverishly too whatever Montgomery said at the moment.

"Do you want more Lovely?" Montgomery asked softly as he pressed his forehead to Treavor's, keeping the younger lord softly pinned beneath him.

"Do you want more? More of me?" Montgomery taunted sweetly, "I can give you so much more Lovely… So, so much more."

"Y-yes!" Treavor gasped beneath him, "Yes-yes please!"

Montgomery silenced his partner's please with another kiss.

"Ask me sweetly little boy." The older lord crooned, "Tell me what you want Darling… Tell me what you want."

"You!" Treavor babbled, "Fuck-fuck, Monty, you! I want you!" The younger lord whimpered, his hands tangling in the older man's hair.

"I-I want you to fuck me." Treavor murmured, "I-I want to cum on your cock- fuck, Monty please."

"So needy…" Montgomery chuckled softly.

"You want to cum Sweetheart?" Montgomery crooned, "You want to cum on my cock?"

Treavor nodded as he ran his hands along the older lord's back as he babbled his soft pleas.

"Yes please, please, please, please Monty…"

"Oh Pretty… Pretty, Pretty, Pretty, you sound so wonderful when you beg…" Montgomery hummed softly.

"Ask me once more." Montgomery purred, "Ask me once more for me to fuck you on my cock."

Treavor groaned in response, drawing his hands back to Montgomery's head, one palm settling softly at the older lord's cheek, drawing him down for another soft kiss as his other hand slipped between their bodies to pet his stomach.

Montgomery hissed against Treavor's mouth as he felt the younger lord's hand stroke his length through his stomach.

"Please fuck me?" Treavor murmured softly.

"Please, please fuck me Monty? I-I need you… I need you, I need you to fuck me on your cock."

"Alright…" Montgomery sighed gently as he shifted once more.

Treavor squealed loudly as Montgomery changed the pace of their coupling. The older lord was ever the picture of control, keeping his hips steady as he began to fuck into Treavor properly.

Gone were the gentle, shallow thrusts that had Treavor weeping with need and his toes curling in anticipation, replaced by a far faster pace, Montgomery's cock stroking his walls in long sweeps.

Treavor jolted every time Montgomery bottomed out, though the pace was by no means rough.

It was however everything Treavor needed.

"Oooh fuck-fuck!" Treavor wailed, clinging to Montgomery tightly, his nails leaving little red marks across the older lord's back, which Montgomery didn't seem to mind at all.

"You asked for this little lord." Montgomery crooned, "You begged me so prettily to fuck you nice and good."

Treavor merely moaned in response, eyes rolling up into his skull as Montgomery carried on diligently fucking the younger man beneath him.

Montgomery couldn't remember the last time he had enjoyed a partner so thoroughly, most of his more casual hookups were just that, casual, business, stress relief nothing more.

No time to admire his partners in the throes of pleasure, no reason to indulge himself in teasing.

Oh but Treavor, Treavor was perfect.

Soft beneath him, needy, desperate and oh so compliant.

Montgomery could take his time with the younger lord, reveling in their shared ecstasy as he worked on taking Treavor apart, piece by piece, determined to ruin the Pendleton runt to have him crawling back to him over and over, desperate for a good fucking.

Montgomery grinned as Treavor choked on a loud, shameless whimper as he angled his cock to rut against the younger lord's prostate again, earning him a most desperate Treavor, who bayed and sobbed beneath him in bliss.

And it was undoubtedly in bliss.

Treavor was stretched wide around Montgomery's cock, there was simply no way he couldn't feel every press and drag of the older lord's length moving inside of him, grinding down against his prostate until his toes curled in shivering delight.

Montgomery could tell when the younger man began drawing close to another orgasm, Treavor voice pitched adorably in a babbled mew as his hands scrambled to find better purchase.

The older lord himself wasn't nearly as close as his bedmate, but Montgomery was sure he'd be seeing Treavor in his idle, lonely fantasies for months to come.

He'd picture Treavor beneath him, writhing, trembling, clinging to his shoulders, eyes screwed shut as he body swayed in time with Montgomery's hips.

He'd hear the breathless whimpers and soft mews of pleasure and need, and of course, the hushed cry of his name as Treavor arched off the bed once more, his prick spraying his stomach and chest with semen.

Montgomery crooned something soft as he slowed his hips, returning to the gentle rocking motions he had been before as he pampered Treavor's face with kisses and sweet praises.

"F-fuck…" Treavor groaned softly as he lazily attempted to shove the older lord away from him by pressing his palm to Montgomery's cheek.

The older lord merely chuckled, grabbing the hand before him to press a kiss to the center of Treavor's palm as he complied with the silent, albeit, rude request by backing off from the lord beneath him.

Though that didn't mean he stopped steadily rocking into the younger man beneath him.

"Fuck…" Treavor murmured again, quieter, as he tilted his head back slightly, his hands slipping from Montgomery's to sprawl across the duvet bonelessly.

Montgomery hummed something low and appreciative in his throat as he looked over his content bedmate, drinking in Treavor's appearance as he ran his hands along the younger lord's sides before settling to hold slim hips again.

Treavor made some soft, broken noise when Montgomery began to ease himself into a faster pace once more, his erection still full and needy, sliding wetly into Treavor's heat, despite how spent his partner was.

"Fuck-fuck Monty wait…" The younger lord whispered timidly as a hand settled at his chest, not shoving, Treavor didn't have the strength for that and they both knew it.

"Please just- just give me a minute." Treavor panted tiredly as he looked up to the man above him, eyes ever dark with lust, but damp, pained with overstimulation.

"Little boy…" Montgomery crooned sweetly as he angled himself to grind against Treavor's prostate with every pass of his cock, sending the young man beneath him into a writhing frenzy as he quickly tangled his hands with the sheets.

"I have been waiting, so very patiently, to have you in my bed for years…" Montgomery murmured as he leaned down to kiss the heaving chest beneath him as Treavor gasped and mewled, sobbing soft pleas between crying his name.

"Just relax Darling…" Montgomery hummed as he groped Treavor's thighs, lifting the younger lord's hips slightly off the bed and further into his lap before he began to slowly pull out of the body beneath him.

"Let me give you a proper fucking…" He rumbled, low in his throat as he abruptly snapped his hips forward, burying himself within the younger man's heat.

Treavor wailed, his voice arching in a high crescendo as his whole body jolted with the force of the thrust, and Montgomery wasted no time indulging in the new pace.

The bed began to creak beneath them as Montgomery fucked the little lord beneath him, Treavor's voice failed him, as did his breath, the force of the older lord's thrusts knocking the wind out of him, allowing him to only breath during Montgomery's retreats, and exhale whenever the older lord bottomed out.

"Y-yo-you'll ki-ill me." Treavor managed to stutter out, his voice broken and breathless before falling silent as Montgomery leaned down to kiss him soundly.

"No, no, no, Little boy." Montgomery murmured thickly as he brought Treavor's legs up, up, up to rest at his shoulders, effectively folding the younger man beneath him in half and helpless.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you." He whispered, as though sharing a filthy secret with the younger lord.

"I'm going to ruin you… I'm going to have you sobbing on my cock until the only thing you can think of is my name."

Treavor whimpered at that, eyes clenching shut as a tremor ran up his spine, he couldn't arch his back to relieve the tension gathering in his belly, he could writhe, couldn't do much of anything but feel the thick cock moving inside of him.

"I'm going to fuck you on my cock so good that cat whores will whisper that you're broken." Montgomery continued, enraptured by the expressions his bedmate was making, face twisted with need and want.

"I'll have you cumming on my cock so hard that your hand will be useless." Montgomery hissed softly.

"I'm going to ruin you Treavor… I'm going to ruin you to the point where you'll come crawling to me on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck you over. And over. And over."

Montgomery emphasized his words with a series of deep thrusts that had Treavor choking on a desperate wail, the younger lord's hand scrambling to loop around the broad shoulders above him as he tumbled through another orgasm, this one stilted, unsatisfying, with only some small dribble of semen smattering Treavor's chest.

Montgomery kissed Treavor again as he sobbed, overstimulated yet somehow still so very desperate, mumbling needy nothings up into the older lord's mouth as Montgomery continued thrusting into the body beneath him.

"W-what was that Little Boy?" Montgomery panted against Treavor's mouth after a series of particularly hungry sounding murmurs from the younger lord.

"P-pl-please." Treavor managed to stutter out as his eyes rolled.

"Please, please, pl-please-pease-please." The younger man babbled, over and over again as he trembled beneath the older lord.

Montgomery cooed at Treavor softly, fully enjoying his bedmates disposition, delighting in the fact that it was he who had brought the young lord to such a state.

"Please what Darling?" Montgomery crooned, "I can't help you if you don't tell me what you need…"

Treavor mewled breathlessly, his hand pressing firmly to Montgomery's shoulder blades in a bid to drag the older lord closer as he whimpered a soft plea.

"Ruin me."

Montgomery grinned down at the younger nan, not that Treavor could see it, being as blissed out as he was, Montgomery very much doubted he knew where he was anymore.

"Ruin you Little Boy?" Montgomery whispered as he allowed Treavor to pull him closer, silently rejoicing as Treavor kissed him.

"You want me to ruin you?" Montgomery asked slyly between needy kisses and laps of tongue against his own.

"Yeeeeessssssss." Treavor hissed softly, his voice jumping about as Montgomery continued to plow into him, neither caring for the slurring of their speech however, too engrossed in one another.

Montgomery hummed, pressing Treavor down into the mattress as he adjusted his position to comply with the little lord's request.

He wouldn't even ask Treavor to beg for his cock, he knew Treavor would, of course, Treavor would sing like a bird, say all the right things to make himself irresistibly fuckable, and Montgomery would be helpless against it.

But Treavor had also been a very good boy for him that morning, sure, there were a few hiccoughs, but they had managed.

This was a reward, and Montgomery intended for Treavor to enjoy it.

And enjoy he did.

Montgomery was merciless, while he made sure he wasn't actively hurting his bedmate, he spared Treavor little else.

The headboard banged against the wall loudly in time with the sound of skin hitting skin, the chorus of their symphony, a series of baying cries and gasps of pleasure and Montgomery's name.

Treavor could hardly get a word in edgewise, not that he had all that much to say in the grand scheme of things.

Some small part of him felt bad that Montgomery was doing all the work, but that small part was overshadowed by the overwhelming desire to remain where he was forever.

He mewled at the thought, of staying right there, in Montgomery's bed, stuffed full of cock and fucked until he could barely breathe.

Had he been not so drunk on pleasure, Treavor would have doubtlessly been appalled by the very notion of degrading himself to such extremes.

Oh but at that very moment?

Montgomery needed only offer, and Treavor would have gladly have sold his soul, his name, his everything if it meant being able to spread his thighs for the older lord whenever the whim struck him.

But then again, that was the deal they had struck earlier.

Treavor sobbed in delight, a tremor rolling along his spine as Montgomery curled closer, the older lord's face tucked against his throat, breath warm, lips moist as he panted against Treavor's shoulder, still fucking into Treavor with the same vigor.

The younger lord made some strained sound as his gut began to tighten, his cheek pressed to the older man's head as he tightened the arms he had looped around the back of Montgomery's neck, a soft whimper floated from his lips to Montgomery's ear which earned him a groan.

"Y-you close Little boy?" The older lord murmured heatedly against Treavor's shoulder, the frantic rocking of his hips never ceasing.

"Close- close!" Treavor chanted breathlessly as he desperately tried to fight off his approaching orgasm, wanting to bask in the bliss a while longer. He knew it was pointless, he knew that Montgomery was going to make him cum, but he just wanted to feel good for a little while longer.

Unfortunately, it seemed as though Montgomery had slightly different ideas.

"Cum on my cock Little Boy." The older lord groaned just against Treavor's ear.

"Cum… Cum all over my cock Little Boy." He whispered softly as he rocked into the body beneath him, the sounds of his cock sliding into Treavor, wet and vulgar but undeniably arousing.

"You look so fucking pretty stuffed full of cock." Montgomery continued, voice breathless, hardly above a whisper, but deafening all the same.

"You look even better when you cum…" A firm kiss was pressed to Treavor's temple.

"Want to be beautiful for me Darling?" Montgomery crooned sweetly as he began to shorten his thrusts, angling himself so the head of his erection grinded against Treavor's prostate.

It was torture.

Montgomery was able to reach so deep inside of Treavor that he could quite literally knock the very breath from him, yet all he offered Treavor in that moment was some scant few inches.

Treavor wept and trembled and his eyes rolled back into his skull as his orgasm hit him like a coach.

Montgomery dropped Treavor back down onto the bed, the younger lord's thighs falling wide open, allowing the older lord to see Treavor's heat, slick, red, stretched deliciously wide around his girth as he fucked his bedmate through his orgasm.

Treavor's cock bounced atop his stomach as semen smattered across his chest.

When Treavor finally grew still, chest heaving as he desperately tried to draw enough breath, his eyes vacant, half-lidded, staring absently at the ceiling, too exhausted for much else, Montgomery sighed and slowly began to pull out.

He had done a fair number on the younger man, and despite his own satisfaction, he had upheld his end of the bargain, he had pleased Treavor to the point of nearly passing out, and if that didn't prove that he could take good care of Treavor during the night he would request the younger man to warm his bed, Montgomery didn't know what-

Treavor mewled softly, his thighs, still draped around Montgomery's hips, tightened, drawing the older lord closer, weakly.

The younger man's head rolled around the pillow it rested on, his eyes glassy and unfocused as the younger man tried to look up at Montgomery.

Treavor stole a deep breath before sluggishly asking; "What're you doing?" As he reached out with a trembling hand to run his palm along Montgomery's shoulder.

"I was going to get us a washcloth a clean us up…" Montgomery replied softly, Treavor's face twisted into something of genuine confusion as he slowly maneuvered himself up onto his elbows slightly.

"But you hav'n cum yet…" He slurred softly as he managed to shuffle himself downward slightly, using his trembling thighs to drag himself back onto Montgomery's cock, earning himself a sharp intake of breath from the older lord and a softly pained mewl from himself before Montgomery quickly seized his waist once again to still him.

"E-easy Little Lord." Montgomery managed through tight lips.

"I'm alright, you've been a delight, Lovely." Montgomery said reassuringly.

"I think I've upheld our end of our little bargain, don't you think?" Montgomery hummed softly as he pressed gentle circles into Treavor's hips.

"I can take care of myself, you needn't worry yourself."

Treavor frowned in such a childish way as he once again raised himself up onto trembling elbows to pout.

"Not worried…" He mumbled, his eyes very evidently fluttering from exhaustion and nit in some misguided attempt to look pretty.

"You're tired." Montgomery pointed out softly' "How about you take a nap, I'll clean everything up, and then we can have a late brunch, that sound alright?" Montgomery suggested gently.

"Or you could cum inside me."

And Montgomery's throat went dry.

"You already made a fucking mess yesterday." Treavor huffed; "No point in sparing me the full experience now."

Montgomery stared down at his bedmate for a good minute before he slowly repeated what he thought was the most important thing Treavor had said.

"You want me to cum inside you?"

Treavor rolled his eyes up at the older lord above him;

"That is what I said." As he flopped back onto the bed, reaching out with a single hand to gently tap Montgomery on the temple as he mumbled a soft and vaguely affectionate, "Dummy."

Montgomery huffed at that, snatching Treavor's wrist to press his cheek into the younger lord's palm.

"And here I thought you didn't like being finished inside." He mused softly, crooking a brow at the lord beneath him as he began to gently stroke and pet Treavor's stomach, feeling his length through the younger man as he began to slowly, gently press his way back into the heat beneath him, earning himself a very content groan.

"I-I don't." Treavor murmured softly, "F-for one night stands… It just-just gets messy." He explained around a soft noise of pleasure as Montgomery bottomed out inside of him once more, they sighed contently in the same breath before Treavor cracked an eye open to look up at the lord above him.

"B-but the dam-damage has already been don-e." He whispered, grinning slyly as he tightened himself around the older lord's length.

"Fuck you for that, by the way." He snickered.

"You liked it." Montgomery groused back.

"Liked it? Yes." Treavor snipped, "Appreciated it? Not in the slightest."

"Oh, there's that snarky mouth." Montgomery teased coyly as he took hold of Treavor's wrists, pinning him to the bed beneath him to keep Treavor's hands out of the way.

"Shut me up if you don't like my voice." Treavor snipped simply.

"Oh make no mistake Darling, I love your voice." Montgomery crooned as he leaned down to kiss his bedmate, a kiss which Treavor responded well too as he grinded back against Montgomery's cock greedily.

"In fact…" Montgomery whispered just against Treavor's lips as he slowly began to pull out of the body beneath him.

"I love your voice enough to ask you to beg me for my cum." Montgomery rumbled quietly as he bottomed out inside of Treavor once again before retreating. The pace Montgomery set was gentle, he fucked his cock into Treavor slowly, but each thrust was long, Montgomery utilizing every inch of his package to have Treavor trembling beneath him.

"Fucking tease." The younger lord hissed softly as he turned to nip at the older lord's lower lip, catching the soft flesh between his teeth for a moment before leaning up to kiss Montgomery sweetly.

"I love how you fuck me." Treavor whispered coyly just against Montgomery's lower lip.

"Love how your cock feels inside of me…"

If Montgomery could, he'd already be purring, he always knew he was a good partner in bed, but his bedmates so very rarely ever told him outright, it was nice to get his ego stroked from time to time, and such praises coming from Treavor's lips was a fantasy worth dying for.

And now Montgomery was living it.

"You've ruined me Monty." Treavor murmured against the older lord's chin as he began to brush soft kisses along his jaw, delicate and sweet.

"You've ruined me for cat whores… You-you've ruined me for men." Treavor's words were beginning to stutter as Montgomery began to hurry the pace of their coupling.

"Fuck-fuck Monty!" The younger man whimpered softly, his trembling thighs tightening around the older lord's waist.

"Pl-please- please Monty? Cum inside." Treavor babbled.

"Want to- want you to c-cum inside me." He sobbed.

"Want to feel you inside me- want you to fuck me ni-nice and full with cum!" Treavor mewled.

"Oh- pleassepleasepleaseplease Monty?" Treavor wept just against the older lord's ear, his whole body shuddering beneath the larger man as Montgomery began to chase his own pleasure.

"Cum inside- cum inside me- oh- please!"

Montgomery huffed as he forced himself off of Treavor, keeping the younger lord's wrists pinned to the bed as he loomed over the younger man beneath him, watching as Treavor writhed beneath him in anticipation.

Treavor looked perfect.

And all it took for Montgomery to tumble over the edge and climax was Treavor looking at him with soft desperation and call his name ever so sweetly.

Montgomery groaned loudly, releasing Treavor's wrists to seize his waist and hold him as his cock begin to twitch and the tension boiling in his gut flowing downward.

Montgomery offered some few more shallow thrusts as he sowed his seed within the younger lord's belly, keeping Treavor nice and close so his cock remained buried within the heat of the body beneath him, ensuring every last dribble of semen found a home within the young man.

At some point during his orgasm, Treavor reached out to him, pulling him down, down, down until their lips met and there wasn't a solid inch between them.

A gentle quiet settled between them, punctuated by the sound of wet kisses and soft breath as they basked in the haze of post-pleasure.

There were a few moments where Montgomery intended to say something, but every time they paused to breathe, words failed him and he would simply end up leaning back down to kiss his bedmate again.

Surprisingly, it was Treavor to find his voice fist, and the conversation, after the first word, began with laughter as Treavor pulled away from the lazy lapping of tongue and lip to whisper a soft, hoarse;

"Hey…"

Montgomery laughed softly, he couldn't help it before he replied with a gentle;

"Hi."

There was no tongue in their next few kisses, simply soft touches of lip before the conversation began again.

"You alright?" The older lord asked gently as he slowly began to ease himself off of the man beneath him, his hands easing their hold on Treavor's waist, though he still continued to softly pet along the younger man's stomach.

"I'm fine." Treavor sighed quietly, raising his arms above his head to stretch out the tension in his back before sinking back onto the mattress with a content sigh.

"You were perfect." Montgomery hummed softly as he looked over the body beneath him, admiring the soft bruises beginning to blossom across Treavor's chest, the younger man merely hummed tiredly.

Montgomery sighed softly, leaning down to kiss Treavor sweetly as he began to slowly, carefully pull out from the body beneath him, Treavor winced slightly, but there was no outcry of pain save for a soft whimper when Montgomery finally slipped free.

Before leaving his bedmate's side, Montgomery carefully maneuvered a pillow to rest beneath Treavor's hips, angling the younger man's waist higher off the mattress.

He didn't quite feel like adding a whole other mess to his hands' chore list for the day, so keeping Treavor from dribbling all across his bed would be preferred.

On that train of thought, Montgomery left Treavor's side just long enough to fetch a damp washcloth for the both of them, Treavor was nearly unconscious when he returned to the bed, which, while impractical, was inarguably adorable.

A featherlight touch to his cheek was enough to rouse the younger lord however as Montgomery gently ran the back of his fingers over the drowsy lord's face.

"Hey…" He whispered gently as he brought his hand up Treavor's hair, running his fingers through the mess of soft locks.

"Hi…" Treavor mumbled sleepily as he opened a bleary eye to look up at the older lord beside him, Montgomery was laying on his side, propped up on his elbow, shielding Treavor from the door.

"You hungry at all?" The older lord asked softly, Treavor hummed.

"I could eat…" He admitted quietly.

"I'm afraid the guests last night may have ransacked my pantry." Montgomery sighed as he glanced over to the clock on his wall.

"But the hands should be arriving soon, hopefully one of them would have had the foresight to go shopping before coming here."

"I'm fine with just toast." Treavor mumbled softly as he turned his head towards the older lord's chest, his eyes drooping further as sleep began to softly creep over him.

Montgomery debated trying to keep the younger lord awake to eat, or just let him sleep, luckily for him, and unluckily for Treavor, he wouldn't be having to do anything to keep the young lord awake as a sudden bang down the hall, followed by cursing and stomping feet quickly roused the younger lord.

Montgomery sighed and simply set his palm against Treavor's chest when the younger lord began to panic about being discovered, hissing to the older lord about hiding despite the fact that he was vin no condition to move. Monty made sure not to accidentally begin crushing the poor lad, but he was firm in keeping Treavor still when the door to his bedroom flew open.

"What did I tell you!" A woman screamed as she barged into the bedroom, as far as Treavor could tell, she didn't give a rat's ass about the fact that Montgomery was very clearly butt naked in front of her.

"I told you it was a horrible idea to host a Feuge party! I told you it was a recipe for disaster! And look at the state of this house! This mess will take weeks to clean Montgomery!"

Montgomery shifted atop the bed slightly so the elbow he was propped up against could reach Treavor, his hand running adoringly through the younger lord's hair to keep him distracted as he twisted slightly to look over his shoulder.

"I'll bump up the pay for the weeks it takes to clean the mess." The older lord offered calmly, a compromise.

"Fifty percent!" The woman hissed, which Treavor nearly balked at.

"With that attitude, Five." Montgomery snipped.

"Cheap basted… Thirty." The woman countered.

"Split the difference, fifteen." Montgomery sighed.

"Fifteen and you apologize for being such a moron."

"Done." Montgomery huffed before he sighed deeply and bowed his head slightly.

"I apologize for not taking your advice into account when planning on hosting a party during the night of the Feuge Feast, your foresight would have been beyond valuable and I was a fool for not listening."

The woman made a sound of approval as she offered a playfully mockish round of applause.

"I expect that you'll announce that to the rest of the hands later." She snipped lightly, in a way that made her sound like she was joking while being completely serious.

"Of course." Montgomery grumbled in the same sort of way.

"Well, other than the rest of the hands being royally pissed at you, they've begun cleaning and cataloging what's been broken or stolen. Kell and Mattilda are out on a grocery run as we speak, but Nathaniel was kind enough to bake a lemon loaf and bring it over, I'll save you a slice."

"Make it two." Montgomery interjected calmly as he subtly, out of Treavor's line of sight, gestured to the space beside him where Treavor lay. The hand rolled her eyes.

"Two slices of lemon loaf, greedy bastard… Other than that… The Pendleton Lord are unfortunately here." The hand deadpanned.

Treavor could feel his breath catching in his throat… His brothers were… Here?

"And why didn't you start with that?" Montgomery asked, his voice suddenly very cool.

"Well, they were rude first thing in the morning, so I figured it would be fair to keep them standing in the foyer for a bit."

The gall of that woman.

"Did they say what they wanted?" Montgomery asked.

"Well apparently, last night, they told you to look after the younger brother before they left, horrible of them in my opinion… But they said you agreed, and since the youngest hadn't returned home yet, they decided to come by and collect him."

Treavor could feel himself beginning to tremble, the hand in his hair doing nothing to sooth him.

If his brothers found him in such a state, Treavor had no idea what they would do… He didn't think they would ever- no, he wasn't even sure there was a line they wouldn't cross.

"You tell those twin devils that I'll be down to deal with them in an hour. If they ask about their runt, tell them I saw Treavor off this morning after he assured me that he'd be fine to make it home in one piece, if they hound you, reassure them that the runt was insistent on making it home and wouldn't take no for an answer. Push comes to shove, this is the guards problem, not mine." Montgomery snapped coolly before he abruptly turned away from the hand to grasp the duvet and pull it over both Treavor and his own heads.

"Fine. You have an hour to get your ass moving though so don't you dare fall back asleep!" She yelled before the door closed and the sound of her walking away faded.

The moment they were alone again, Montgomery turned to Treavor, his hand immediately flying to Treavor's cheeks as he ran his thumbs over the tear tracks already rolling down his face.

"Hey, hey." The older lord crooned gently as he turned Treavor's head to face him.

"It's alright, it's going to be alright Darling." He murmured quietly.

"Sanctuary, that was part of the deal, right? You're safe here, you're safe Treavor."

Treavor choked softly on a distressed whimper.

"They'll kill me…"

"No, no they won't." Montgomery assured him softly.

"They're looking for you… And until you're ready, you can stay here, and I'll keep sending them away."

Treavor shook his head feverishly as he pried the blankets off of them and tried to move.

"It-It'll just be-be worse if I- they find me later." He whispered hoarsely as he tried, and failed to sit up, or move in general, he was trembling horribly.

"Easy, easy…" Montgomery crooned as he gently forced Treavor back down onto the bed, earning him a very distressed cry from the younger man.

"Why do you need to leave right this very instant?" The older lord asked softly, "Why not just stay for a few day-"

"Because it'll only be worse if I stay away!" Treavor seethed.

"If I stay away, they'll accuse me of avoiding them! And-and you remember when I broke my leg…" The younger lord's voice fell away as Montgomery's throat dried…

"I'll already be in trouble for making a fool of them last night, for one reason or another… But if I try to avoid them for too long, they'll just use it as an excuse to do worse." Treavor mumbled.

"If I can get home before they do… I can play it off that we just missed each other on the lane… I'll still get shit for it, but maybe, not as much…"

Montgomery nodded numbly as he looked over to the door…

"We have fifty minutes…" He sighed as he rose from the bed, walking around to Treavor's side to carefully pick the younger lord up, Treavor made a very undignified sound as he was lifted, but Montgomery could only focus on how light the younger man was, and how well he fit in his arms.

"Lets take a bath, get cleaned up… Then I suppose I'll distract those twin devils for as long as I can so you can get home." Montgomery sighed as he easily carried Treavor to his bathroom.

He was not at all looking forward to the rest of the day, or week...