Day 3.2
It was roughly an hour before the evening meal when Ellis awoke. His nose wrinkled as he breathed in the smell of dried blood. Nick's steady breathing was relaxing but the smell reminded Ellis of what he did to the man. Leaning in, he placed a gentle kiss upon his closed eyelid before softly nudging the man awake. He caressed his thumb across Nick's reddened cheek and waited for him to open his eyes before asking, "How do you feel?"
"Like someone beat me with a sack of bricks." The man groaned out before giving a small smile. Nick brought his own hand up to pull Ellis' from his cheek. Placing a light kiss upon the thumb, he moved to sit up but stopped as his sides were riddled with pain. Grimacing, he laid back down. A feeble look crosses his face as he turns to Ellis again, "I did ask for it though, didn't I…."
"You should have used the word you made… Why didn't you say the word, Nick?" Concern was obvious in his voice before he lowered it further. "I would have stopped, if I had known you were going to take it so far. I never wanted to make you bleed." He whispered as he whipped at the spot of dry blood on the corner of Nick's lips. "Come on, I'll help you clean up before we grab dinner."
Grudgingly, Nick let Ellis help him up and into the bathroom, his body flaring from the pain every step of the way. "Remind me.. next time.. to ask for a simple spanking.." He let out between labored breaths, a pained smile spreading across his face. He allowed Ellis to strip him out of his clothes, flinching as his shirt came off. Then using the man's shoulder as a crutch to keep himself steady, Ellis kneeled before him and helped him out of his jeans. Ellis awarded his compliance by trailing his lips soothingly across the bruised areas of flesh as he traveled back up his body.
After pulling away just long enough to start the bath water, Ellis guided Nick over to the tub. Helping the man over the edge, he lowered him down to lie in the water. The warm water felt soothing across Nick's aches, a soft moan hummed from his lips as he closed his eyes. Ellis grabbed for the bar of soap, but he didn't apply it directly to Nick's tender skin. Instead, he lathered up his hands and carefully moved them across the aching body.
Nick was enjoying the attention immensely, enough so that despite the pain his body was reacting very noticeably to Ellis' touch. Leaning forward, he tried to lift Ellis' shirt off of him but the younger man only pushed his hands away. "Tonight. If you're a good boy." Was all he said, a sly smile across his face, before returning his attention to his soothing touches. He didn't linger as much as he wanted, not with them needing to be down in the eating lounge shortly. Making sure the blood that dried during their nap was washed away, he helped Nick once more out of the tub and dried him off with the same gentle touches.
The older man allowed himself to be dressed by Ellis. He felt perfectly capable of doing it himself, but he enjoyed the attention too much. Ellis' soft touches and caring attention were a welcome contrast to the man he asked him to be only a few hours ago. Fully dressed, he looked into those green eyes before being pulled into a loving embrace. The mechanic's strong arms wrapped tightly around him, but not enough to cause more pain. He felt lips on the arch of his neck as Ellis held him close, sending another warm wave shuddering through his body.
"We really should go. I'm not sure how much longer I can handle your touch before stripping you down and taking you right here and now." He whispered into Ellis' ear, his tongue sliding across the upper ridge of it after he did so. Shuddering from the action, Ellis slowly nodded his head and reluctantly pulled away. He wanted it too, but it would have to wait. Stealing one last kiss, Ellis headed for the door, a smile plastered across his face.
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Scanning the room slowly, steaming plates of food in their hands, they spotted Rochelle and Coach. Slowly heading over, they both inwardly sighed in relief, not seeing Zoey there this time. Neither particularly wanted to see the woman, for both different and similar reasons. Nick was not willing to share and Ellis wasn't willing to let her try and ruin what he spent all day yesterday trying to repair, even if she wasn't aware of what she was doing.
Wincing as he sat down, unable to hold it in, Nick caused both of the others to look at him questioningly. It was Coach that finally spoke up, "What the hell happened to you, man?"
Nick sat silently for a few moments, trying to come up with an excuse that wouldn't betray what really happened. Not able to handle the silence any more, Ellis offered the answer. "He underestimated me. He was pretty upset about what happened with that woman and when I tried to comfort him we started to fight about it. He won't be doing it again, he knows better now. So, how are things for you two?" He let a hint of sadness fill his words, but otherwise stated them matter-of-factly.
The question was thrown in just to give Coach a chance to speak up before Rochelle started in on Nick, as she did any time he picked a fight with Ellis. Even if it had been real, Ellis was more than capable of taking care of himself when it came to Nick. He'd never bother to tell her, but she really was infuriating, the way she tried to mother him. Coach, ever the observant, even though you'd never guess it by just looking at the heavy set man with the tired eyes, didn't disappoint Ellis. He calmly placed his hand over Rochelle's before looking at the other two.
"We're good, Ellis. Thank you for asking. Though, quite honestly.. we're a bit worried about how things will be once we're off the ship and helping the Vice Admiral." He looked over at Nick, clearing his throat. "Are you sure you want to do this, Nick? We really don't have to help them, I'm sure they're perfectly capable of holding their own."
"Yes, Coach. I do. We don't, you don't, but I do. I'm not the only guilty one here, she has just as much guilt on her brother's death as I do.." He looked over at Ellis, a frown upon his lips. "I know this now.. I need to do this though, I need to protect her. If not for her, or the memory of her brother, then for the people on this ship. We need as many to survive this plague as we can. I don't know where they're going, but I'm going to help them however much I can."
"Well said, if you're a sheep." Francis' throaty voice sounded nearby. As the four looked up, they saw Francis and Zoey making the last few steps over before setting down at the table with them. Zoey grew a small pout on her lips when she noticed Ellis sitting between Rochelle and Nick, but refrained from saying anything. "We don't owe these people anything, Nick. They're doing the job they signed on for when they enlisted." He was about to continue before Zoey punched him hard in the arm and gave him a stern glare.
"Bill would be rolling in his grave if he heard you talk like that." She gave an angry sigh as she continued to stare at the rough man. "Jesus Francis, it may be their job but they deserve respect and help if needed." Giving him one last dagger glare, she turned her eyes to Nick. "I'm not willing to go back out there, but I'll help out your friend and the rest of the Navy in any way I can." Nick just gave her a slow nod before returning to his food.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Coach looked up at Zoey. "Who's Bill?"
"He's… or he was.. a great man that we ran into while escaping Fairfield. He sacrificed himself when we were trying to raise the bridge in Rayford, where you found us. We needed the bridge raised so we could get a ship past it and use it to leave. The generators…" Her voice went weak, the memory flooding back. It was a strong hand cupping hers' that brought her back out of the thought.
"The generators failed. They turned off and someone had to run down into the horde and turn them back on. Three tanks burst into the horde and Bill had just managed to get the generators on again before they crushed him. The man saved our lives.. at the cost of his own.." Francis finished up for Zoey, his voice stoic until the end, when it started to falter like Zoey's had. He patted her hand softly before pulling back again.
The group from Georgia sat in silence as they listened, Rochelle covered her mouth as she heard what happened. The three men didn't move, except for a slight lowering of their head as they realize it could have happened to any of them as well. Ellis looked up once Francis finished and looked over at Zoey, "I'm sorry about your loss. What happened to the other guy you had with ya when we found ya on the bridge?"
"Louis.. he.." Zoey gave a saddened sigh, her voice starting to quiver again. "A week after we left Rayford, we were…"
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen." A neutral sounding voice cut in over Zoey's weakened one. It lacked the friendliness that the words usually accompanied, as Vice Admiral Grace approached the group. "I have news for tomorrow's operation. You have been allowed to join," she looked over at Nick, her eyes boring into his as she placed her fists onto the table, "but I am to accompany your squad. The five of us are to infiltrate and control the second gatehouse on the Atlantic side of the canal."
Leaning in, her fisted hands turning white at the knuckles as she applied pressure and stared even fiercer at Nick. "I expect you to pull through this and make up for your past deeds. Your failure is not acceptable when my life is on the line."
"That's enough!" Everyone turned to watch as Rochelle slammed a fist onto the table and stood. "You leave Nick the hell alone. Military or not, I will not let you talk to him like that again!" Catherine's lips pursed as she allowed the woman to speak her mind, her eyes half lidded in anger. She waited for her to continue speaking, but was only met with a glare to match her own.
"Very well, civilian. Just keep in mind, if you ever speak like that to me again, you will be swimming the rest of the way." It wasn't very loud, as the words slithered out of her mouth like a venomous serpent, giving way to the promise that was there rather than a mere threat. "The four of you are to report to the medic below decks at 0800 tomorrow for a final inspection before we depart. And you," She turned to face Francis, the voice of command once more flowing, "my quarters at 2200 tonight. If I'm going to risk my life in the hands of this failure, I'm going to at least go out with some pleasure first."
With that, she stalked away, the anger still fuming. Francis quipped a smile as he stared at her firm backside retreating through the lounge. "Yes, ma'am!" He threw a salute that he knew she wouldn't see and turned back to the group, the smile still plastered across his face. "Well, looks like I need to go shower and shave. See you boys later!" He gave the three men a wink before getting up to leave, only turning around once when Nick bleated like a sheep at his back before continuing towards his quarters.
"Well, at least I'll get to sleep peacefully tonight… That man snores like a grizzly." All eyes turned towards Zoey, the question gleaming in their eyes. "What? No, we're not. As I'm sure you're aware, they paired up all survivors as they came aboard. I still don't see why."
"I don't either, now that you mention it." Nick replied, he knew this ship, knew how many it could comfortably support. "I've only seen, maybe.. forty other passengers? That isn't including the military. Which, from what I've seen, is only half of that."
"Maybe it's so everyone can keep an eye on each other. If one starts to show signs, there will be someone to alert the proper people." Rochelle offered, her rage subsiding as her curiosity was peaked as well. "It would make sense. And, it'd be with people we arrived with, so we'd at least be comfortable with whom we were roomed with."
The five nodded in agreement. Ellis and Nick certainly weren't going to complain about the situation. Nick really wasn't sure they'd be where they were, relationship wise, if they hadn't been forced together when they got here. Everyone finished eating, small talk was kept to a minimum as all of them were thinking about what tomorrow could mean. They really didn't want to be going back out there, knowing the place could be overrun with more of the Infected. The chance of one of them not making it back.
As everyone moved to clean up the table, Nick looked over at Rochelle. "Thank you.. I didn't know you had it in you."
"Psh, no one talks to my boys like that but me!" She snapped her head to the side before both of them let out a small chuckle.
After all the plates were emptied and taken care of, the five wished each other good night and good luck. Ellis whispered over to Nick once the others had left, "I'll be there in a bit. I need to take care of something before I head back to the room." A curious look filled Nick's eyes but he simply nodded and headed off towards their room.
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It felt like an hour as Nick paced back and forth in the room. He was tempted to go find Ellis, to make sure he wasn't with that bitch Zoey. No. Trust him, Nick. He wouldn't do that to you. Resigning to himself, knowing he was being foolish, he hooked his hands under the hem of his shirt and started to pull it off. As the collar caught across the top of his head, the door finally opened and Ellis slipped inside.
Nick caught the signs of a smirk before Ellis turned back towards the door and locked it. When he turned around though, any trace of the smirk was gone as he stared at the awkward man in front of him. "Just what do you think you are doing, Nick?" His voice was low, steady and threatening. "I do not recall telling you to undress while you waited."
It sent a shiver of pleasure down Nick's spine to have Ellis acting like his owner. His eyes stared at the floor by Ellis' feet as he pulled his shirt back on. "Yes, sir." His voice was quiet, that of a child who knew he was in trouble.
"Nor did I tell you to put your shirt back on. Tsk." Ellis shook his head before stepping forward and circling the older man. As he came back to stand in front of Nick, he lifted Nick's chin with a single finger. "You've already shown you lack discipline. This simply will not do. You will have to be punished. Now, undress." He stood back and watched with a smirk as Nick did as commanded.
The grey shirt was once more peeled off, the slight definition of muscle visible from the flexing before disappearing again when Nick's arms lowered again. His grey eyes looked into green as he fumbled with the button on his pants. It made him both nervous and excited to see Ellis acting this way. After a few seconds, he finally managed to get the button undone and slid his pants down to the floor before stepping out of them.
Ellis stepped to the side, admiring his toy's profile. He watched, a hunger in his eyes as Nick caught the hem of his boxers with his thumbs and slowly slid them down his legs, bending as he did so. His eyes took in the succulent curve of Nick's ass as it was pulled taught from the bend and he couldn't help himself but reach out a hand and admire it both visually and physically. Nick closed his eyes and savored the feel of the strong, calloused hands on his backside, keeping his form bent until ordered to do otherwise.
"Very good. Very good indeed, my pet." The word felt weird in Ellis' mouth, but he wasn't quite sure how to go about this. Keith only ever wanted punishment, not to be controlled. He wasn't quite sure if Nick wanted it either, but so far the man wasn't refusing him. The thought brought a smile to Ellis' lips, to have someone to command, to control. He needed it, more now than ever, with the world being so chaotic.
Running his hand once more over the firm flesh, Ellis pulled back. "Now, start the water for a shower. Make sure it is steaming, but not hot enough to burn. Do not get in."
"Yes, master." Nick stood straight again and bowed his head, but kept his eyes staring at the floor. As he turned, Ellis softly placed his hand upon his arm.
"No.. I don't like that word. For now, you may call me 'sir'." He released his hold and waited for a response.
"Yes, sir." Still keeping his eyes to the floor, Nick headed into the bathroom. He turned the water on, letting it heat up and adjusting the cold water to make it just right. So lost in thought, as to what Ellis had planned for his punishment this time, he didn't hear the man enter the room. His hand jerked out of the running water as he felt the calloused touch on his shoulder.
"Easy there, pet." Ellis soothed, his hand rubbing into Nick's shoulder. He knew he should ridicule the man for jumping like that, but he felt the need to be tender, just this once. "Undress me." He lowered his hand and stood back, before resting both hands on his hips. It didn't take long before Nick was standing in front of him and doing as directed.
Nick didn't bother with being slow, he wanted Ellis naked and wanted him that way as soon as the fabric would allow. Thankfully, Ellis didn't protest to how hurried Nick seemed, he merely smirked, as if amused by Nick's desire. He was still on his knees after helping Ellis step out of his jeans when Nick looked up, his grey eyes staring at the hardening member in front of him. Leaning in, he traced his tongue across his lips and moved to steal a taste. He jerked his head back quickly though, as Ellis flicked the tip of his nose.
"No. Not without permission." It was the second time Ellis had told the man those words. A smile crept across his face as he realized it. He was delighted that Nick was so eager to please him, but if they were going to do this, he needed him to know the limits. "Now, get in the shower. You're to scrub every inch of me clean, without lingering. Do I make myself clear?" Nick only nodded and did as he was told, washing away the day's wear. He wanted to go slow and enjoy the feel of the man's muscles and the ample cheeks of his ass but he didn't dare. The pain on his nose was a subtle reminder, and while tolerable, he really didn't enjoy having his nose flicked.
Ellis' voice drifted over him and he barely let the command register as his body was now on autopilot, trying to keep him from slipping up. He stood away from Ellis and lathered his own body up as instructed. The man's green eyes devoured the sight before him, as Nick purposely flexed what little muscle he had as the soap and water slid down his body. A smile slipped onto his lips before he hid it away again once Nick was finished.
"You've done well, so far. Let's see if you can keep it up. Now…" He leveled his voice, letting it run deep and slow. "On. Your. Knees." Nick obeyed without a word, his hands resting upon his thighs as he looked up at Ellis with a look of need in his grey eyes. "Hands behind your back, clasped. You are not allowed to move them unless I say so." Waiting until his command was followed through, Ellis closed the distance between them, the tip of his erect cock twitching in front of Nick's slightly opened lips. "Now… suck."
Eagerly, Nick devoured Ellis' flesh. A smile twitched at the corners of his cock filled mouth as he heard Ellis moan in pleasure. He sucked in which each pull of the flesh and slid his tongue along the underside with each push back in. His hands twitched with the need to grab the man's ass and pull him in even deeper, faster. As if sensing the need, Ellis opened his eyes and looked down as his pet, a renewed wave of pleasure washing over him as he watched himself enter and leave the man's luscious lips.
"Move.." He closed his mouth and swallowed, trying to find his voice before speaking again. "Move your hands to my ass." Without a moment's hesitation, Nick's hands were on the firm cheeks and massaging tenderly as he used the new leverage to force Ellis even deeper into his throat. "Mmmm, yes. Your finger, insert a finger. Now." A trembling moan rolled from his mouth as Nick thrust a finger inside his waiting hole and began to slide in and out in unison with his mouth.
After a minute, Ellis demanded a second finger between pleasured moans. As Nick did so, he felt the walls around his fingers stretch a little wider and he helped them along by scissoring his fingers each time he pulled them out to the tips. "One.. more.. Give me one more.. finger." Much quicker this time than the last and Nick obeyed, feeling envious that it was his fingers so encased and not his own raging hard cock.
Ellis' hands came down to the sides of Nick's head and pulled at his hair, forcing his mouth to engulf him at an even quicker pace. Nick could barely even keep up with the ferocity of Ellis fucking his mouth. He tried to keep his mouth as tight as possible, no longer able to switch between using his tongue and sucking. His attentions moved to his fingers as they pushed in and out of Ellis' stretched hole, adjusting his angle with each pass in hopes of finding that little button of tissue to send his lover over the top. It didn't take much longer to find it, and his effort was rewarded by an even tighter grip in his hair as Ellis bucked wildly against his face.
Screaming out in pleasure, Ellis released his load into Nick's eager mouth. The hot semen overflowing and a small stream dribbled from the corner of Nick's lips. Nick didn't dare pull away to lick it up though until Ellis was completely emptied into his mouth, swallowing as much as he could so as not to waste anymore of the precious liquid. With one final thrust, Ellis' body quivered and the tight grip his ass had on Nick's fingers during his orgasm loosened.
Panting loudly, he reached back and pulled Nick's hands away from his body and guided him to stand in front of him. He leaned forward, rewarding the man by ravaging his lips, tasting himself as he invaded the other man's mouth with his tongue. Pulling back, he licked the small trail of semen from the side of Nick's chin and looked into those grey eyes, giving him a look of complete satisfaction. Reaching down between them, he grabbed Nick's throbbing cock in his hand and gave it a few squeezes, eliciting moans of pleasure from his lover.
"I suppose you should be rewarded." Ellis cooed, a smile stretching across his face. Nick nodded his head enthusiastically and watched as Ellis stepped around him and placed his hands onto the walls. Leaning forward, he lifted his ass for Nick's hungering gaze. "Be gentle, my pet, you're my first." He whispered as Nick placed his hands along his hips and positioned himself directly behind his already stretched hole.
With the revelation of being Ellis' first dancing through his mind, Nick gently slid the tip of his cock into Ellis and waited, allowing the man time to finish adjusting. Slowly, he began to push himself in, making sure to listen to every breath Ellis took in case he hurt the boy, until he was completely sheathed by the glorious ass in his hands. Rhythmically he moved in and out, waves of pleasure flooding his body as the warm, tight ass engulfed him. He imagined this moment for weeks, but he never realized it'd feel this damn good.
Between the flood of emotions, the tight grip of Ellis' virgin ass and the lack of attention for over a month didn't leave Nick much chance of lasting long. He held off as long as he could, savoring every thrust and pull. The sound of grunts and flesh repeatedly meeting watery flesh filled the room for only a few minutes before Nick held Ellis tightly in his grip and let loose one last grunt, louder than the all the others, before emptying himself into that beautiful backside.
Keeping himself sheathed, he leaned forward and kissed along Ellis' shoulders before pulling him back up to press his back against his beating chest. "Thank you, sir." He whispered into Ellis' ear. Burying his face into Ellis' wet neck, he held him in a tight embrace as the water continued to wash over them. Pulling himself away when his heartbeat had slowed back to steady rhythm, he washed away the fluids that leaked out of Ellis' hole and cleaned his shaft off once more before turning off the spray.
Stepping out of the tub, Nick grabbed a towel and kneeled before offering a hand to help Ellis step out as well. Wrapping the towel around Ellis' firm body, he dried him off before doing the same to himself. Ellis led his lover to the bedroom and allowed him to get into bed first as he slid in behind him. Turning over Ellis quickly set the alarm before he wrapped his arms around Nick and embraced him into a tight spoon.
Ellis placed one final kiss upon the man's shoulder and whispered goodnight before drifting off to a blissful sleep. His pet had done admirably, without objection to being commanded, and he definitely enjoyed every moment of it. He had no regrets of letting Nick be his first, in both instances, and was hopeful for the future.
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A/N: I don't own Left 4 Dead chars, etc etc.
A thanks to JadeAnime for looking over errors in me chapter this time, much appreciated. :)
As a side note, I should have mentioned in the AN for last chapter… I know none of the characters have last names in the game, but it seemed relevant for the scene for Nick to have one. So, I will be using the last names of the respective voice actors for any characters should the need arise again.
Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! You make my heartstrings flutter. :)