"Then you are not on our side, you do not seek changes you do not want-" Augur squeezed his arm tightly, bringing his words to a stop. Lafrenière's eyes widened, he shivered at the sensations that Augur's fingers brought to his arm. He was not accustomed to such explicit feeling. He had never fought a man, never been struck with such brutality, neither had he experienced caresses that brought stirrings of uncontrollable feelings he hadn't been aware of.
"That is not the point Lafrenière"
"It is, why, if we seek the same things, can we not be brothers?"
"Brothers." He said the word as though he had never heard it, testing it out for its worth. His fist tightened and as it was so close to him Lafrenière saw it, he gasped, curled up instinctively to shield himself from a blow.
The tips of Augur's fingers touched against his lower lip, causing a prickling pain. Lafrenière didn't dare to move "You do not believe in brotherhood?" The fingers at his lips were moving slightly, the outstretched arm trembled. Augur was angry, for the first time. His fingers moved almost lovingly across the skin to Lafrenière's throat and tightened around it. Lafrenière slipped into unconsciousness.
Augur lit a candle and placed it beside the bed. He had missed the meeting, but that was not important. He was angered because the boy had been right. They all believed in brotherhood firmly, and in their world of planning they had made it a kind of club, which none could have access to but the current members and a well meaning boy who wanted to speak himself of freedom was beaten for it. He wasn't sorry for beating him though. He listened with great appreciation to the gentle sleeping breath of Lafrenière, leaned close to press a finger against the red lips again, the lips he'd bruised with rough kisses. He wasn't able to help himself. His eyes moved to Lafrenière's throat, the bruises there had brought a vivid blue vein close to the skin. He savoured the sight; the boy could not have been more vulnerable.
Augur desired to hurt him again, though this time there were no reasons for it but his own perverse pleasure which he had never been able to justify. If Lafrenière was not able to leave La Chat Noir walking Augur knew that soon enough there would be trouble from Enjolras. He did not want that, he knew what he wanted. He would return with Lafrenière. They would learn from one another. After these blows, he knew, Lafrenière would not trust him. But, he could bind them together in other ways. He could hold things over Lafrenière; Augur had seen the innocent shivers, the realisation of unknown sensation in Lafrenière's pale eyes.
He stood up to his full height. He watched the gentle flicker of light across the wall of the room; then climbed onto the bed supporting himself over the fragile figure. Augur pressed his lips against the bruised throat; his tongue pressed against the exposed throbbing vein and licked a wet trail across it. Lafrenière's breath stopped momentarily, Augur knew that he was coming round. He covered his mouth, taking breath from him when he finally expelled it and opened his eyes. The eyes widened slightly, Augur's tongue slipped into the warmth of the open mouth. The two remained still; Augur's tongue caressed the lips of the other lightly. The lips felt full, swollen from the bruising of his forceful kisses earlier, when he had been unable to resist the sleeping boy.
Lafrenière was half frightened by these attentions, half amazed and each feeling complimented the other. The swell of sensations beat stronger with each flutter of fear. Every time the tongue against his lips moved he was afraid of the pain, yet he anticipated it, and in anticipating he wished for the feeling. Augur stripped his shirt from him, ran fingers that were surprisingly deft across the soreness of his chest. When his hands reached his stomach nails scraped lightly across the skin, Lafrenière drew in a ragged breath and closed his eyes.
"Is this my warning also?" He asked, opening his eyes briefly.
"An offer of friendship to your child leader," why should they not come together in their cause why should they be so divided simply because of age. There were wisdoms they could bring each other, and in Lafrenière's eyes Augur saw knowledge that he liked. He saw a sweet victim bound to the cause, and to the problem. He saw too much lurking in what should have been eyes wide to the wonders of his world.
How could Lafrenière protest to this? The sweet waves of pleasure, the pleasure of someone wanting to touch him. This man, whose name he did not even know, would deliver him an intimacy he craved. A greater release than his cynical mind provided. He could let his mind slip away, he could give into pleasure as easily as pain and if they came in equal amounts he would not reject them. He found himself very swiftly without clothes, he had barely noticed their removal hidden beneath the gentle stroking of his skin. His whole body tingled with delicious sensation, when Augur's caresses found the fine almost invisible blond hairs that led from his stomach he felt overwhelmed. It was not lingered upon, Augur did not savour it as he had the tender vein in his throat. Lafrenière was being helped to sit up, guided to kneel on the bed, turned so that he faced the wall. Augur moved behind him, lifted his hands and placed the boy's palms against the wall.
"What is your name?" Lafrenière asked in a hurried whisper.
"Augur."
