Yami Ryo: This was co-written with akuoni. This really isn't one of my better plots and is pretty much pure porn.
Warning: Yaoi, smut with questionable plot, bad writing and grammar.
José Carios Santana Dos Passos: Portugal
Chapter Three: Vindictive Demons
Alfred was bored as he waited for Arthur to get home. He had spent most of his time 'surfing the internet' and had learned a lot, but he was getting hungry again. He was reluctant to find Mister Scott, but he supposed that the man could do in a pinch if master didn't come home soon. Arthur walked through the door, setting his bag down to the side and out of the way.
"Alfred! We need to go out right now." Arthur called out into the house.
"Master!" Alfred perked up at the sound of Master's voice, immediately flying down the stairs to launch himself at Arthur in a tight hug, "Master was gone so long! I was so lonely without Master! Please Master, don't leave me alone so long!" Arthur frowned guiltily and returned Alfred's tight hug with a calmer hug of his own.
"I apologize Alfred but I'm afraid it will be this way for a few weeks. Things have gotten a little more complicated than I had initially planned for." Arthur told him with a depressed sigh. He held Alfred at arms length so he could look him in the eyes.
"Alfred listen; this is very important. There is another young man coming here tonight to have sex with you. It is very important that you do everything that Yao Wang tells you to do, you understand? We need to go out now in fact to get you an outfit that will please him. Tomorrow there will also be another young man coming here named Ivan Braginski and he's going to have sex with you as well. It's very important that you make these young men happy, do you understand?" Arthur explained to Alfred as best he could.
"I understand master," Alfred smiled cheerfully, "You got some men to have sex with me. And you want them to enjoy it as much as you did master. I will do my best to please them for Master."
"Good. Thank you for understanding Alfred. Put some shoes on and we'll get going. I have to go get some money, so wait here for me." Arthur instructed, walking further into the house. Arthur walked upstairs to his brother Wilbur's room and walked inside like he owned it. He immediately ducked under the bed and fished around until his hand hit a small wooden chest. Arthur smirked and pulled it out from under the bed, opening it quickly and taking the roll of hundreds that was stashed inside.
"Thanks Wilbur." Arthur voiced with a smirk, closing the chest again and kicking it back under the bed after standing and pocketing the money. Arthur walked back downstairs.
"Alright Alfred let's go get you something cute." Arthur said with a smile.
"Okay master!" Alfred chirped, smiling back. He couldn't wait to see what Mister Yao would like to see him wear.
"Let's go get in the car." Arthur instructed him leading the way out to the blue Buick parked outside in the driveway. Alfred's eyes went wide as he looked at the car, awe written across his face in block letters. He looked at Arthur, watching to make sure he didn't mess up, and followed his lead. He was curious to find out where they were going. And if he would get to have sex with master before Mister Yao came. Arthur started the car once Alfred was inside and began to drive them to the mall. Arthur turned on the radio.
"Why don't you find a station? Just push that button there to change it." Arthur instructed. Alfred nodded and pushed the button. Queen instantly blared, startling the succubus so badly that he jumped, clinging to the door and the OMG-handle as he stared at the radio with wide eyes. Arthur fought not to laugh at his poor succubus.
"It's alright lad, here." Arthur tried to comfort him as he turned the radio down.
"Wh-what... What was that master?" Alfred asked quietly. He was shaking slightly, but slowly released the handle from his tight grip. He didn't notice, but he had left distinct finger-prints on the slightly dented and cracked plastic.
"That was music from the radio. I probably should have warned you and I apologize for not doing so." Arthur told him sincerely. "Try again Alfred."
"Okay Master," Alfred reached for the dial nervously but pressing the buttons curiously. He eventually found a station he liked; one that was playing an American song. He smiled and sat back, staring at the speakers happily. Arthur rolled his eyes at the American song but allowed Alfred to enjoy it. It was not long before he was parking the car in the mall parking lot.
"Let's go find something for you to wear." Arthur said getting out of the car.
"Yes Master!" Alfred opened the door and hopped out, closing the door and moving to stand next to his master. He wrapped his arms around Arthur's arm and nuzzled against him, purring happily. Arthur smiled at Alfred and led the way into the mall. They walked around for a while, looking at different stores before stopping at the food court to get something to eat.
Alfred smelled something... mouthwatering. He looked around, wondering where it was. And what it was. He looked at Arthur curiously, wondering if he could smell it too. Arthur looked at Alfred curiously, wondering what had grabbed his attention so forcefully.
"What are you doing?" Arthur asked.
"Something smells really good!" Alfred looked around, trying to find it. The smell seemed to come from a section with a red and yellow design. He pointed eagerly, "I wanna try and eat there!"
Arthur groaned in dismay as soon as the blasted McDonald's section came into view.
"McDonald's? Are you sure? It's so unhealthy." Arthur said despairingly.
"But is smells so yummy!" Alfred whined, looking at him pleadingly, "Please master? Just this once?" Arthur sighed but smiled at Alfred indulgently.
"Very well then." Arthur agreed, moving to walk up to the line so that they could order.
"Yay!" Alfred cheered, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the line. He didn't see the long-haired blond, nor the shaggy-haired brunet sitting not far away.
"Ei! Não é isso Arthur?" The brunet asked, looking at his companion with confusion. Who was that guy he was with? The guy certainly looked like he stepped off a magazine page. What was Arthur doing with a guy like that?
"Oui. It is, I can hardly believe my eyes. Just how did that rosbif manage to get such a beauty on his arm?" Francis replied, his voice light with disbelief.
"Ei! He landed me," He sulked, looking away with a scowl, "And you will not be dumping me to go after Arthur's new boyfriend. Especially not now in a mall during our date, Querido."
"Of course not ma cheri! Parish ze thought!" Francis replied, scandalized. "We shall simply go together to find out who this new lover is." Francis continued, smiling charmingly at his date.
"Sim," He sighed, folding before he could make a scene. He had a feeling Francis would have gotten up irregardless, "We can go now if you want." Francis smiled and stood holding his hand out for his date to accept.
He sighed and took Francis' hand. It was just easier to get this over with. Everyone knew that as soon as Arthur took a new boyfriend, Francis would dump the previous one. If they hadn't broken up earlier. It rankled José, but he had honestly expected Arthur to … well... sulk a bit longer before going on a rebound, and Mãe de Deus, his rebound was hotter than he was!
Francis smirked and led José toward the two waiting in line. Arthur's new boyfriend was incredibly gorgeous and Francis definitely wanted him. Francis figured that it would not take long for him to have the gorgeous blond hanging off his arm and the stupid English punk miserable once again.
"Bounjour Arthur, who is your lovely friend?" Francis greeted in an overly friendly manner as he winked at Arthur's companion. Arthur glared at him with utter loathing before his glare turned into a smug smirk.
"Hello Bonnefoy. This happens to be my new boyfriend Alfred." Arthur replied with a prideful tone.
"He doesn't look like a frog Master Arthur..." Alfred commented lightly, looking at Francis curiously. He scratched his head, trying to figure out what it was the overly … everything'd Frenchman was, "But he does look like a … Um... Mister Scott told me about them... No... It was the Enter-net you showed me! He looks like... Walmart people! Or was that a Chav?" José snickered, looking at Francis with a grin. It seemed that Arthur's new boyfriend, as eccentric as he sounded, found Francis to be gaudy.
"What?" Francis blanched, completely horrified to be associated with such a unromantic things. "Rosbif what have you been doing to the poor dear! You've poisoned his beautiful mind!"
"I've done no such thing. But that was wonderful Love." Arthur told Alfred with pride, kissing his cheek.
"Oh thank you master!" Alfred beamed, happy to get praise. A thought struck him and he turned to the person next to France. This must be the boy friend Arthur had been speaking of, "You must not have been very good at sex. Master was very good to me and I got him to come five times last night. How come you left him for the fur-face?"
At this point, José was turning an unhealthy shade of red and shaking. It could either be amusement at the bashing of his boyfriend, or anger at having his masculinity challenged. Probably both. He grabbed Francis' hand and dragged him away with a curt, "We're leaving Querido."
Arthur flushed brightly as soon as Alfred began broadcasting their sex life to his ex. He watched his ex drag the protesting Frenchman away and groaned in embarrassment.
"Alfred please don't tell people things like that. They don't need to know how much sex we have or how many times you can make me cum." Arthur hissed in a low scolding tone to Alfred.
"Yes Master," Alfred replied, his head bowed in shame, "I'm sorry master. I won't do it again. But what if someone asks?" He looked at Arthur with wide curious eyes, wondering if he was going to be punished for this. He was also curious to see what Mister Yao liked. Master really wanted him to make a good impression on Mister Yao, so he would do his best!
"I doubt anyone is going to ask you that." Arthur denied, walking up to the McDonald's counter when it was their turn to order.
"What do you want to order?" Arthur asked.
"That!" Alfred pointed to the source of the yummy smell. Apple pie and cherry pie. He also looked up at the menu and pointed at the vanilla ice cream and yogurt, "Can I get those too Master?"
"Very well then." Arthur replied easily, placing the order and requesting a chicken salad for himself. The did not have to wait long for their order and Arthur picked up the fully laden tray. "Let's go find a table then."
"Okay master!"Alfred chirped, following him like an excited puppy, "You are so good to me master~ I can't wait to thank you properly!" Arthur flushed, knowing exactly what Alfred meant by a 'proper thank you'. Arthur shook his head, regaining his composure and trying not to make it too obvious how much he was looking forward that idea. It did not take long for them to find an empty table and sit down to eat.
"There you go Alfred." Arthur said, giving Alfred what he had ordered and opening his chicken salad to begin his own meal.
"Thanks master!" Alfred chirped, opening the apple one first and biting in with obvious relish. The pastry steamed, indicating that it was hot, but Alfred didn't seem to notice as he ate happily. He finished off the pies quickly before turning on the yogurt. He took the spoon and began … Eating. Of course, by eating, it means that he stuck the spoon in and withdrew it, and then... Began licking it off with rather loud moans and mewls of enjoyment.
Arthur had stopped eating without realizing it, just staring at Alfred as he basically molested his food. Arthur's body heated, his cock hardening the longer he watched. Alfred was oblivious to anything but the sweet treats he had been given. He was glad master wasn't angry with him and had given him such yummy things to eat. He couldn't wait to give Master a proper thank you for being so good to him.
Arthur shifted as his pants became more uncomfortable. He watched Alfred heatedly, waiting for Alfred to finish eating. Alfred finally finished with his treats, looking mournfully at the residue left on the plastic cups before beaming at Arthur cheerfully.
"Thank you for such yummy food, Master!" Alfred said, squirming in delight, "I'm so glad to have a master as good to me as you are!"
"Come with me." Arthur demanded huskily, grabbing Alfred's hand quickly and dragging him off to the nearest bathroom. Arthur kicked in a stall, pulled Alfred inside, and shut the door behind them.
"Face the stall wall." Arthur instructed, voice thick with lust.
"Yes Master," Alfred purred, turning and facing the wall. He looked at Arthur over his shoulder curiously, wondering what he had planned. Arthur put his fingers in his mouth, slicking them up quickly as he used his other hand to unbutton and tug Alfred's pants down to reveal his cock and sweet ass. Arthur noticed that Alfred had forgone underwear and that only turned him on more. He wasted no time shoving two fingers inside Alfred at once, knowing he should still be loose from that morning.
Alfred mewled, squirming in delight and clenching around the fingers inside of him teasingly. He wanted Master inside him soon. He couldn't wait to feel his Master's hard cock pounding into him and making him want to drain his master of that wonderful white syrup. Master was so good to him to do this even when he was not recovered.
Arthur cursed, deciding Alfred was plenty stretched and spat into his hand and used both his precum and saliva to slick his cock real quick and slid inside Alfred fast. Arthur moaned at the tight heat surrounding his dick and began to thrust fast and hard inside Alfred.
Alfred groaned softly, feeling his master pressing into his body so soon. It felt good though, hurried and kinda rough, but still good. He tried to rock back in time with each of his master's thrusts, wanting to make sure Arthur enjoyed it the most as he mewled and panted and moaned loudly.
"Fuck! So tight!" Arthur cursed loudly, grabbing Alfred's hips and helping him move along as he fucked him harder.
"Ah! Master! O-oh Devil, Master, Deeper!" Alfred whined, pressing his palms against the wall to give himself better leverage. He didn't hear the bathroom door open as he begged and pleaded for more, harder, deeper. All he could think about was having Arthur fill him full with semen.
"Fuck, take it slut!" Arthur cried out thrusting deeper and really slamming his cock into Alfred's very willing and writhing body.
"Tell me how much you want my cock!" Arthur demanded, the public setting getting him rather hot.
"O-oh! Master! I want it so bad! I want you to cum in my body and make me filthy!" Alfred mewled, "I want to be the one you fuck when your hard. I want you to use me till I can't take any more, oh please Master! Please! Cum in me Master!"
José stared at the cubicle with wide eyes. He recognized the two voices. One of them very familiar indeed. He scowled as he heard the sound of skin on skin and their voices raised in passion. Arthur had never wanted him enough to do that. He could see the young... Model? foreigner? Well... whoever he was, José could hear him acting like nothing more than a wanton slut as he begged for Arthur to fuck him with his pants around his ankles. The cocky little slut didn't even have underwear on! He couldn't listen to this. José scowled darkly, glaring at the partially hidden lovers through the wall before leaving.
Arthur was just as oblivious to their audience as Alfred was and continued to fuck Alfred forcefully for a while longer before cumming in Alfred hard.
"Fuck!" Arthur cursed loudly as he orgasmed inside Alfred. Alfred mewled, clenching in an attempt to milk more of his semen out before relaxing and letting him pull out. He smiled at Arthur, pleased to have been allowed to have sex with his master again.
"You are too good to me master! You give me yummy things to eat and then have sex with me! Oh, how can I repay you master?" He pleaded, looking at Arthur with wide, hopeful eyes.
"Just relax and enjoy yourself." Arthur replied flippantly, getting some toilet paper and wiping the excess of their sex off of both of them. Arthur bent down and pulled Alfred's pants back onto him, closing them and noticing for the first time the time on his watch.
"Shite, we need to get you an outfit now before we end up late. You still need to have sex with Yao tonight." Arthur told him quickly. Arthur grabbed Alfred's hand and led him out of the bathroom so they could go to one of the clothing stores.
"Okay Master!" Alfred beamed, looking for all the world like he hadn't just been fucked in a bathroom stall by someone, "Where are we going master? Will Mister Yao like what you're gonna get me?"
"Well, he might. Hopefully he does." Arthur replied, looking at the different stores they passed. He saw a store labeled Hot Topic and decided it was a good a place as any to start. He led them into the gothic-looking store and looked around at the different clothes.
"Ooh!" Alfred looked around at all the graphic Tee-shirts and corseted dresses and poofy skirts gleefully, picking them up to look at them closer before flitting to look at all the hair-colors and candies and belt-buckles. He squealed in delight at a red white and blue button proclaiming "Blowing shit up since 1776" and raced to go show Arthur it, "Oh master! Look at this! I like this a lot! Can we get it master? Please?"
Arthur had been looking at the corsets and the short poofy skirts, imagining Alfred in them. Arthur was amused that Alfred was having so much fun bouncing around the store and was looking at two different corsets with poofy skirts when Alfred approached him with his question. Arthur looked at the little button, slightly displeased but he could see how much Alfred wanted it and sighed.
"Very well then," Arthur looked at the two outfits and handed both of them to Alfred. "Here take these to the clerk and ask to try them on Alfred." Arthur instructed before turning back to the row of outfits to look at more clothing.
"Okay master!" Alfred beamed before going to the cashier. He ignored the askance look at him when he requested to try it on and was quickly led to the area to try the things on. He quickly shimmied into them, looking at himself with a pleased grin. He hoped Master was going to like it. He peeked out, hoping to see his master waiting for him to show how it looked. Or maybe Master was planning on coming in to make sure it fit. Arthur picked up two more outfits and went to go check on Alfred and waited outside the dressing room to see if the clothing fit Alfred properly and if it looked good on him.
"Master! How do I look?" Alfred beamed, looking at him hopefully. He couldn't wait to see how Arthur liked the clothes. He was probably going to like it a lot!
Arthur almost swallowed his tongue as Alfred stepped out, revealing himself. Alfred looked amazing in the tight flattering black corset with white ribbons tying it closed and the dangerously short poofy black skirt. The only thing that subtracted from the outfit was the beat up sneakers Arthur assumed belonged to one of his brothers. Arthur quickly decided to look around for some sexy shoes to go with the outfit. Feeling foolish, Arthur coughed and tried to regain his composure.
"Y-you look great Alfred." Arthur told him, voice tinged with lust as he looked Alfred up and down heatedly.
"Is Mister Yao going to like it master?" Alfred asked worriedly, "I want to make master happy and if I make mister Yao happy, master will be really happy, right?"
"I will be happy and I'm certain that Yao will love it." Arthur told him sincerely. "We need some shoes and socks for your new outfit. Try on the other one as well, and these." Arthur said, handing Alfred the other two outfits.
"Okay Master!" Alfred grinned, taking the clothes and going back into the changing room. It was easy to get in and out of the clothes, so he decided that he really liked them. He looked around as soon as he was in the second outfit, wondering what kind of shoes Arthur was going to give him to put on.
While Alfred was changing, Arthur looked at the various shoes. Most of them were sneakers and knee high boots but he did see a rather nice pair of black lace up heels. Arthur wondered if Alfred would be able to walk in them but decided to try it anyway and picked up a pair in what he assumed was Alfred's size. He looked around again and, sitting close to the shoes, were various stockings in different lengths. Arthur picked up a pair of thigh high fishnet stockings in a pack. Arthur went back to the dressing area to wait outside of it for Alfred again.
"Hi Master!" Alfred put his hands together behind his back, looking at him ingenuously. He hoped Master would like this one too, and all the other things he tries on. Alfred lived to please his master!Arthur looked over at Alfred inspecting the new outfit he wore. It was a one piece this time; a tight flattering powder blue dress with a puffed out bell shaped skirt that reached about mid-thigh with frilly laces at the hem and a cute white apron. The chest of the apron had frilly lace at the sleeves and the apron tied in a cute bow at the small of Alfred's back. Arthur thought that white stockings would go best with that particular outfit.
"Perfect." Arthur said smiling at Alfred happily.
"Awesome!" Alfred cheered, going back in to try the third one that Arthur had brought him. he was happy that his master liked it though. Oh, he couldn't wait to see Master's reaction to this one. He purred happily as she changed into it and came out, taking what he really hoped to be a seductive and flirty pose.
Arthur flushed and his body heated at the sight of Alfred posing provocatively in the new outfit. It was a dangerously short and skimpy black maid outfit with a tiny frilly white apron and a low open collar, revealing a tantalizing amount of smooth perfect skin for anyone's eyes. If it was not so important that they not get kicked out of the store, Arthur would have taken Alfred into the dressing room and fucked him in there.
"Excellent...We're definitely getting that one...you can wear it around the house..." Arthur told him voice husky and thick with lust.
"Okay Master~" Alfred chirped, hugging Arthur and nuzzling him lovingly before returning to the dressing room to put his clothes back on. Once he finished, he came out carrying the clothes.
"What are we gonna do next Master?" He asked, looking at Arthur curiously.
"Now we have to buy the clothes and shoes and get you ready for Yao; that means a quick shower and getting dressed. You should practice walking with the heels too." Arthur replied, walking by the stalkings again and picking up a pair of white nylon stalkings. Arthur took the outfits and shoes to the counter, purchasing all of them.
"Okay Master!" Alfred followed after Arthur as they left the store.
"Let's get going we only have a short time and we need to decide which outfit you'll wear for Yao." Arthur responded. Arthur picked up the black plastic bags and led the way back to the car.
"Can I wear the last last one Master?" Alfred asked, smiling coyly, "Or Should I only wear it for Master? Master did say he liked the black and white one, and the pretty blue one, and the one that's all black. Which one does Master think is the best one for Mister Yao?" Arthur mulled it over in his mind, thinking carefully before making his decision.
"You should wear the first one for Yao I think he would enjoy that one best. The last one will be just for me." Arthur told him, his cheeks reddening a little; he walked a little faster to hide his flushed cheeks. They soon made it to the car and Arthur put the bags in the trunk before getting in.
"Okay Master~" Alfred slid into his spot, eager to get ready to entertain Mr. Yao. This was going to be so much fun!
Arthur sat down in the drivers seat and started the car. The drive home was quick and spent listening to the radio. After pulling into the driveway, Arthur got out and grabbed the bags from the trunk before heading towards the house. Alfred followed docilely, excited to be able to put what he had learned to good use. He wanted to make Master proud of him. No matter what! Arthur opened the door and stepped inside. He waited for Alfred to get inside the house before he shut the door and locked it.
"Go take a shower Alfred; I'll bring the clothes up while you do that, okay? Make sure you clean yourself completely." Arthur instructed, going to the kitchen to get the scissors from the junk drawer and pulled out Alfred's clothes to start cutting off the tags and removing the stockings and shoes from the packaging.
"Yes Master!" Alfred saluted before racing up the stairs to go take a shower. He would clean up everywhere. No sign of any mess or grime on him.
It didn't take long for him to figure out the knobs and dials to get the water the right temperature and to remember what did what in terms of cleaning. He even cleaned the extra from between his legs and inside of himself. Though he felt kind of bad about wasting it like that. He shrugged and tossed the thought aside. He would worry about it later.
Arthur gathered the outfit he wanted Alfred to wear for Yao and put the stockings and shoes on top of it before taking it upstairs and walking into the bathroom to leave the outfit on the sink for Alfred. After doing that, he left the bathroom and shut the door again to go wait downstairs for Alfred to finish.
Alfred finished cleaning up and turned off the water. He used the same towel Arthur had used on him and dried off before getting into his clothes. He was a bit worried his still-wet hair would cause problems, but just made sure to dry it was well as possible as he headed down the stairs to make sure that he looked good for Master's friend. Arthur saw Alfred walk down stairs with the complete outfit on; fishnets, heels, and all and felt his cock go stiff.
"It'll be at least another hour before Yao shows up, so why don't you come sit on the couch with me?" Arthur requested, patting the seat beside him. Arthur had been watching some television while he waited.
"Okay master," Alfred sat down next to him, snuggling close while he looked at the tiny imps on the screen. It looked like they were having a lot of fun in there. Arthur wrapped an arm around Alfred's waist, pulling him closer and settled in comfortably to just relax and watch television together. All that was left to do was wait. Hopefully this would go well for them. Alfred was strangely... Content as he sat with Arthur, just watching the box full of imps. This was really nice. Too bad it had to end.
"Arthu'-Yapian!" Yao called, knocking on the door loudly, "I heah to see yo' offering. Le' me in!" Arthur got up quickly, pulling Alfred up with him.
"Okay you just wait here and I'll bring in Yao." Arthur instructed quickly before rushing to open the front door.
"Hello Yao, right this way." Arthur said, acting more composed and gentlemanly than he was. done~
"You take too long, Yapian," Yao commented flatly, glaring at him as he entered, "Wheah is he? I wan' to see him before make my decision."
"Right this way." Arthur replied, leading Yao to the living room where Alfred was waiting. Alfred tugged on his skirt gently, waiting for their arrival. He could hear Master speaking to someone, but he didn't know who. It must be Mister Yao. He sounded kind of like an angry person. He had acted really rude to master. Alfred didn't like that. But if he made Mister Yao happy, then Master would be happy. That was all that mattered.
"This what you bring?" Yao, sneered, looking at the young succubus appraising him before waving dismissively, "I no' like what he have. Too American trashy. Who you think I am? Nex' time I bring clothes and you make sure he weah them. That is. If he goo' enough."
Alfred scowled at the Chinese man in front of him, not liking the way he treated Master. Not at All! But Master was the one he obeyed and Master wanted him to make the man happy. Even if he really wanted to do something mean to the man for being so rude to Master. Arthur grit his teeth and resisted the urge to scowl at Yao. Arthur really liked Alfred's outfit! It was great! Stupid bastard had no idea what was sexy. Arthur plastered on a calm smile.
"Certainly Yao. I'm sure he won't disappoint." Arthur replied.
"Fo' yo' sake, he bettah no'." Yao scoffed, still appraising Alfred's looks. Arthur did not punch him like he wanted to.
"There's a room ready, right this way." Arthur told him, leading the way to his elder brother Wilbur's room since it was the most bare and, quite frankly, reminiscent of a hotel room. It had no real character to it, with simple calm colors and a painfully clean appearance. Arthur smirked in his mind at the thought of how filthy Wilbur's room would be by the time his brother came back for college break.
Alfred followed after them quietly, a small blush of shame on his cheeks and small tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. He thought Mister Yao would like it as much as Master did. Apparently Mister Yao was a big jerk who needed to be shown a lesson! Alfred sniffled and took a deep breath, calming himself. He needed to do his best. For Master!
Yao ignored the succubus trailing behind them as he followed Arthur into the bedroom. Arthur walked over to the bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling out a fresh bottle of lubricant and taking off the plastic seal really quickly before setting it on the table.
"Lube is here so just have fun. I'll be in the living room if you need anything." Arthur told them before heading back out of the room and closing the door behind himself. Yao walked over to the table and picked up the lube, reading the bottle and scoffing. It was unscented and unflavored, completely boring.
"I will have to bring my own lube if there is nex' time." Yao said.
"Well, take off those clothes and ge' in the bed." Yao ordered Alfred.
"O-okay Mister Yao," Alfred fumbled with his outfit, pulling it off quickly, though he had to shimmy a bit to pull the skirt down when he forgot to pull the zipper all the way down. He was in the garter-belt and thigh-highs, and was unsure of whether he should take them off too since it wasn't like there was anything hidden. He decided to just take it off, unsnapping and unbuttoning it and letting it fall to the floor before rolling the stockings down his legs and taking them off.
He dropped the clothes onto a pile and got on the bed. He hesitated for a moment before getting in the position Mister Scott had wanted, on his hands and knees. His back was straight and he stared at the headboard. Hopefully, he got it right.
"Hm, already know to ge' on yo' knees then slut?" Yao asked rhetorically as he stripped off his own clothes.
"You don' talk an' you don' look a' me, you unnastand whore? I don' wan' to see yo' face." Yao said coldly. After all his clothes were gone and he had picked up the lube, he got on the bed as well and ran his hand up Alfred's thigh and squeezing his ass briefly. Alfred really did have soft perfect skin, even Yao had to admit that, if only to himself. Yao removed his hand from Alfred's body to squeeze some lube onto his hand and slicking up his cock, not bothering to prepare Alfred at all. If Alfred was unprepared that was his own fault.
Alfred nodded, not looking at Yao. The jerk wasn't going to make it easy on him. Even if he released the aphrodisiac, it would just land on the bed instead of Mister Yao. He couldn't give a blow job cause Mister Yao just wanted to get to the main event. He had a feeling Mister Yao would be the same as Mister Scott had been in the end. Except he wouldn't bother to be nice and let him 'give a blow job' first.
Yao tossed aside the lube on the bed, lined up with Alfred's entrance, and immediately thrust into him. Yao almost moaned aloud at the sudden, extremely tight heat surrounding his cock and pulsing around him pleasurably. Yao bent over Alfred's body and grabbed his hair tightly, pushing his face into the mattress as he began to thrust his cock in and out of Alfred's body with no regard to Alfred at all.
"Filthy whore," Yao hissed thrusting harshly. "At leas' you tight. Clench an' pretend you good fo' something!" Yao demanded, pushing Alfred's body down with his own.
Alfred whimpered, clenching around the cruel Chinese man's hard cock out of reflex rather than a willingness to obey. It hurt a lot worse than when Mister Scott had done it and he really didn't like it. But he would do whatever Master Arthur wanted, and he wanted Alfred to make it good for Mister Yao. Alfred whined and began rocking into the thrusts as well as possible with Mister Yao holding him down like this. It was hard to breathe and he was worried that Mister Yao might get suspicious if he didn't pass out from oxygen deprivation. He didn't want to make Master unhappy with him!
Since his hands were pretty much useless, he brought one hand down to begin stroking himself, getting some of the aphrodisiac on his hand and smearing it as much as he could before Yao caught him. When the jerk moved to swat it away, he wouldn't be able to avoid touching it. A bit of revenge by making Mister Yao unable to resist.
"So you ah good fo' something." Yao said before he caught Alfred's movement with his hand and got a little annoyed.
"You don' touch yo'self!" Yao ordered reaching down and pulling Alfred's hand away from his cock and getting some of the hot white liquid onto his hand. Yao felt himself getting more turned on as he continued his thrusting and grabbed tightly to Alfred's body as he began to thrust harder and deeper into the body below him.
Alfred itched to say that he could find better pleasure with his own hand than that slanty-eyed jerk. However, he didn't. Instead, he moaned theatrically and lifted himself up on one hand to begin impaling himself on each of Yao's thrusts, his other-aphrodisiac-slick hand went back to clasp Yao's forearm, giving him a much better dose of Arousal.
Yao suddenly found himself even more turned on by the blond beneath him and began to really enjoy using him. He began to thrust as forcefully as he could into Alfred, reaming every bit of pleasure from the experience he could.
"Filthy slut. You make a good whore a' leas'." Yao panted lustfully in Alfred's ear. Alfred smirked into the bed, his hand shifting over Yao's forearm, spreading the incredibly potent liquid as much as possible. Yao was going to regret saying all those mean things. Alfred was going to make sure of it. One way, or another.
Yao let out a loud shout, suddenly orgasming harder than he ever had before and filling Alfred with his cum as he continued to thrust, trying to get every last bit of pleasure he could. It was amazing! It was so amazing he wanted more! He wanted it now but he was forced to pause, panting and trying to recover quickly so he could fuck Alfred again.
Alfred mewled quietly at the feeling of being filled, a devious grin on his face. His hand was starting to get tacky. But from the feel of it, Yao wouldn't notice if the box of imps suddenly started yelling next to his ear. He went back to stroking himself, collecting more of that liquid to use against Yao. The guy was a real jerk and he was going to be punished. Alfred was going to make sure of it.
Once he was sure his hand was smeared enough, he reached for Yao's forearm again. He was not going to stop until Yao begged for it to end, and he was going to deny him that relief. At least until Master made him stop. Master did say that Yao was to be given pleasure. Master just never said how much.
Yao's cock began to get hard again and he began to thrust in and out of Alfred again, this time at a slower pace, really feeling Alfred around his cock, his hands running up and down Alfred's body, feeling his skin and touching as much of that glorious body as he could.
Alfred smirked, knowing he had Yao. Hook, Line and Sinker. Yao was definitely going to regret being so mean. Alfred didn't like being treated mean and told he looked like trash, and he really didn't like being treated roughly. He would ask Master to keep Mister Yao away until he promises to be more gentle. Mister Yao wouldn't be able to keep away after this anyways. It was his own fault for being so mean.
Yao began to thrust more forcefully as his pleasure heightened. For quite a while he just thrust and felt along Alfred's body, bringing his mouth to Alfred's throat and tasting the flesh there in firm bites and licks. Alfred's scent was intoxicating and Yao needed more of him; his taste, his skin, his scent, Yao needed it all.
Alfred mewled softly, rocking into his thrusts. He wasn't sure how far gone Yao's higher brain functions were, but he didn't want to risk it. He wouldn't ask for Yao to be the orchestrator of his own demise. He would do that himself. He reached down again, stroking and squeezing with little groans of pleasure as he milked himself bit by bit. He was going to drive Yao wild, and He wasn't going to stop like he would with master. Master deserves his respect. This Man does not.
Yao thrust harder into Alfred's body, his pace becoming more sloppy as he got closer to climax. Soon enough, he was cumming and filling Alfred again with his seed. Yao panted heavily and pulled out of Alfred, exhausted and still highly aroused.
"On yo' back." Yao ordered huskily, voice still thick with lust and arousal.
"Okay," Alfred purred as he shifted and rolled onto his back, eyes heavy-lidded with mirth. He looked like a cat waiting to pounce on the poor unsuspecting canary. As far as he was concerned, the bird was already trapped. It was only a matter of time before the pitiful thing realised it.
Yao gazed at Alfred lustfully, devouring the succubus with his eyes as his cock came to life once more. Yao moved quickly, grabbing Alfred's legs and spreading them before thrusting into him hard. Yao was too far gone to care about anything but satisfying his cock. He continued to use Alfred's body for his own pleasure, fucking him hard and fast until he came again inside of Alfred pouring his seed into Alfred, the excess leaking out around his cock.
"Mmm... Master came four times before he had to stop..." Alfred mumbled quietly to himself. He looked at Yao and smirked. He was going to see how far he could take it before Yao begged him to stop. He wondered if Yao realised there was anything wrong. Probably not. He was a very... The enter-net said... Ah. Selfish Lover. Those were apparently big No-nos when it came to sex. Alfred would have to fix that. He mewled softly, rubbing against Yao and smearing more of the white substance on the man, "Please Mister Yao... I wanna cum too..."
Yao groaned, the sound of Alfred's voice drawing him closer to his end. Yao reached a hand between then and began to pump Alfred's hardened flesh in his hand as he thrust into Alfred's body. Yao continued his thrusting, moaning loudly and panting heavily. He came again with a loud cry, bending forward in exhaustion, holding himself up with one hand. He needed to lay down.
"Hey! One more time," Alfred cajoled, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes. He couldn't orgasm like a normal human being, but this was just ridiculous. He hadn't even released the aphrodisiac once! Even Scott had gotten him to release it at least once. He huffed and rolled his eyes as a sulking frown made its way across his face, "And master was worried about me being the one lacking..." Yao glared down at Alfred for the smartass comment and threw Alfred's legs over his shoulders, forcing his yet again hard cock into Alfred's entrance.
"Shu' up fucking whore." Yao commanded with a snarl, thrusting as hard as he could into the body beneath him and jerking Alfred's cock firmly with one hand. Alfred purred softly, smirking at Yao. He was still feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac. And Alfred didn't have to do a thing to make him come in contact with more now. Not with Yao trying to get him to release now. He could just sit back and let himself enjoy what was going to happen.
Yao fucked Alfred hard and began thrusting at different angles, searching for something deep inside of Alfred. Alfred hissed in discomfort as Yao began searching. It wasn't hurting like it had earlier, but because of how rough Yao had been, he was a bit... Tender. Yao kept trying different angles thrusting deeper and deeper as he tried to find the spot that would make Alfred scream.
Alfred mewled and moaned underneath Yao. He really didn't get why the man kept shifting inside him. At least, not until he felt sparks fly behind his eyes and his body seized in pleasure. He didn't even notice when he released all over himself and Yao. Not that it mattered to him. Mister Yao was still a big meanie even if he DID make it feel good all of a sudden.
Yao groaned in increased arousal; Alfred was gorgeous lost in pleasure and covered in cum. Yao kept aiming for that spot that made Alfred cum, thrusting as hard and deeply as he could against it. Alfred mewled, writhing and gasping as Yao continued to hit that spot inside of him. It felt really really good and he didn't want it to stop. He had even dropped the smug look as pleasure overwhelmed him; far more than he expected.
Yao kept thrusting against that spot inside Alfred even as he drew close to his own release. Alfred whined and mewled, clinging to Yao's arms as pleasure rolled over him. Whatever he was doing was making Alfred struggle to control himself. He didn't like it, but he didn't try to struggle away. It felt too good not to stay.
Yao orgasmed, pouring his seed deep inside of Alfred once again with an overwhelmed shout. Alfred purred at the feeling of being filled again, nuzzling against Yao. His smug grin made a come-back, sly and slick and all too proud of himself. Alfred knew that as long as Yao was in contact, he would want more. And he had no intention of warning him about that little tidbit of information. Yao panted heavily, pulling out of Alfred.
"You should know how to ride cock slut." Yao remarked off-hand, laying down even as his cock began to harden again.
"Get to it." Yao ordered, relaxing and regaining his breath as he lay down in the bed.
Alfred nodded, straddling Yao's hips and holding his cock in place as he lowered himself on it. He grinned at Yao and began to grind, clenching the muscles to make it feel tighter. Once he was done playing, he began to lift and lower himself with exaggerated moans and mewls of pleasure. Yao moaned in pleasure, hands going to Alfred's hips and helping him to move faster and grind their hips together each time Alfred took him into his body.
Alfred purred as Yao moved him faster, reveling in the pleasure. Sure, Yao was looking a little frayed at the edges, but Alfred didn't really care. He was having too much fun~
Yao groaned, thrusting up into Alfred's body, wanting more of that wonderful friction despite how exhausted he was. Alfred purred and writhed as he continued to ride Yao. He was rather amused that Yao had managed to last this long, but he was pretty sure the human didn't have long left before he had to stop. Yao did not last much longer and came again, though this time he lost consciousness.
Alfred groaned as he was filled and looked down. He blinked and bent over, lightly slapping Yao's cheek in am attempt to wake him. When it seemed that he was well and truly unconscious, Alfred sighed and got off, whining in discomfort as he limped out in search of his master.
Arthur was asleep in the living room on the couch. He heard footsteps and groggily woke up and sat up, looking around in slight confusion. He saw Alfred walk in limping slightly and his look of confusion changed to concern.
"Are you alright Alfred?" Arthur asked worried.
"I'm fine master," Alfred shrugged, "but mister Yao fell asleep while I was riding him. What should I do while I wait for him to wake up master?"
"Come sit with me." Arthur told him gently, patting the spot beside him.
"Okay master," Alfred bounded over, sitting very closely and nuzzling up to him with a victorious grin, "He was really mean at first, but as soon as I got some of my fluids on him, he got really nice."
"Blast it. I'm sorry about that Alfred." Arthur apologized guiltily. He should have known Yao would be a bastard to his succubus but there was no way to call it off without something 'unfortunate' happening. "Hopefully this will be the last time you have to do anything with him."
"Make him promise to be nice?" Alfred asked, looking up with a hopeful expression. Mister Yao was good when be wasn't being mean and rough, "I don't like him being rough on me. But if he is nice, he can do it again?" Arthur frowned reluctantly, not wanting to take that chance but nodded, unable to deny Alfred anything.
"I'll make him promise before going anywhere near you again." Arthur vowed.
"Okay master!" Alfred nuzzled against him happily with a soft purr. He looked at Arthur before looking at the imp-box. He looked back at his master pleadingly and pointed at it, "can we watch the imp-box master?" Arthur smiled, amused.
"It's called a television not an imp-box. Those are rapidly changing pictures with sound not imps." Arthur began to explain in detail what a television was and how it worked for Alfred before turning it on for him. Alfred listened with wide eyes. This television that Arthur was telling him about was amazing. Alfred smiled, wondering if Arthur could let him learn more about these things he seemed to have all over. They looked so amazing!
Arthur smiled at Alfred, pulling him close to his side and relaxing on the couch with him. Alfred was just so adorable when he was amazed by something. Alfred nuzzled against Arthur happily, purring loudly with pleasure. He liked being with Master. Even when they weren't having sex. He wondered how long it would be until mister Yao woke up. It was getting very late when Arthur decided that Yao was likely to sleep through the night.
"Let's head to bed Alfred." Arthur proposed, getting up with a yawn.
"Okay master," Alfred stood, following after like a lost puppy, "I am glad you aren't mad at me master. I didn't mean to make him fall asleep. I thought he could last longer." Arthur led Alfred into 'their' room and got into bed with him pulling the covers over them both. Alfred fell asleep quickly, snuggling against Arthur with a contented purr and Arthur soon followed.
TBC...
Yami Ryo: I dunno how this got to be so long...Lemme know what you think and please excuse the horrible grammar. I couldn't figure out how to fix it without destroying the story itself.