Chapter 4

Feelings Turned Naughty (Warning Smut) )

Half sat in his lap, with my shirt riding up my stomach every part of my manhood is on full display to this man who had one arm wrapped around my stomach and the other around my hands. I cannot see how this will end well. "Trying to get away Dearie, I promise I won't do anything you ok. Plus you were the one playing with it in the first place, not me. Hehehe, but it was funny listening to you moan out like that." He, he … That bastard. "But you said that the room was soundproofed, you said you wouldn't be able to hear me. You lying bastard." Again trying to get away he lifts me up to properly sit on his lap. As he puts me down he tightens his arm around my waist and rests his head in my shoulder, breathing in my sent.

As I sit, as red as anything, I feel a strange feeling of something poking into my lower back. Wait is that… Is that his. Whipping my head around he slowly removes his from my neck. "Are you? Are you… you… But why?" As I try to turn away from his eyes, the ones that look as if they're about three, he releases my hands and holds on to my chin, turning my head back to him. "Please don't be disgusted, I couldn't help it. Listening to you moaning like that from pleasure I wasn't giving you made me jealous, and then as it went on. I couldn't help it, it was just too good. I'm sorry." Sat in his lap, staring into his eyes was just too much as I rested my head on his chest, giving into my feelings.

"I just didn't… I didn't think anyone, especially another man could think of me like that. I just didn't think it would happen. Everyone in school ignored me after they found out I liked men, so I've been alone for a long time. I just thought that it would be natural if you didn't like me too. I'm sorry, your don't need to know this, you can leave if you want I won't be offended." Trying to get up, he holds me to his chest tighter, but also to the growing bulge in his trousers. Wait he's still getting hard, but I thought… "I will never leave you, I know your past and have watched you for so long. I will never leave your side. I've liked you for a long time now and I was only following you so that I knew you were safe. I don't ever want to be away from you, because I know as soon as I let you go you'll leave me, you'll run away and all of my dreams… They'll fade along with you." He knows my past, and he still doesn't hate me, but everyone... they all think I'm cursed. How?

"If you know my past, then you know what has happened, don't you think that will happen to you. I can't protect you from it...I can't do anything." Holding my head to his chest he buries his nose in my hair inhaling deeply. "Your past does not scare me, I've seen worse. All I want is to stay as close to you as possible, that's all I could ever ask for." He loves me that much, with everything that has happened. I think… I love him too. That's it, this clenching in my chest when he holds me close, when he whispers in my ear, when he does that stupid laugh. I love him. "Undertaker, I..I think… I think I love you. I really think that I love you."

With my words his eyes widen and he moves to look me directly in the eye. I could feel his body shaking slightly as he held me. "I love you too, my beautiful darling. I will love you till the end of time." As his words seep into my every pore my mind begins swimming in the curling depths of his eyes, those beautiful eyes of his, I know they will always keep me safe. Drawing closer he begins shaking even more as he brings his hand up to cup my cheek. Closing my eyes it feels like I'm waiting a millennium for our lips to touch, but they do. His soft lips meet mine in a sweet long kiss, sharing his love just be touching our lips together. His lips are soft, warm and gentle against mine, but I want more, it's not enough for just our lips to touch. I want to touch him everywhere else as well. I need it, I need it more than I need air. Drawing back I release his lips, staring back at his flustered face. "Please undertaker, I can't do this." "What do you mean you can't, but... but..." Registering my mistake I interrupt. "No, not that. I meant I can't just sit here and kiss you, however magical it is. I kind of… need you more than this" As the words slip out my mouth it takes a moment for his expression to turn from frantically panicking to that smirk, the hot one, the one that makes me smoulder inside.

"Hehehehe. Well then I think it's time we change that, don't you Dearie." As his smirk grows my face reddens, and my body starts to tingle with the excitement. How can he make me react like this, all he did was smile at me. But that smile, oh it could melt my soul it really could. Taking me into his arms he lifts me into the air, carrying me like a princess. "Whoa steady there lover, don't want to break anything." Still holding me he tips me forward a bit so our noses touch lightly. "I wouldn't dare hurt you my little princess." Princess, well we'll see about that.
As he lowers me to the bed I take the opportunity and sweep up his legs with my arm, causing him to fall next to me on the bed. But as I'm about to climb on top of him pain shoots through my side once again. "Ahh, shit." "Ah I'm sorry, I let go". Jumping to my rescue he wrapped his arm around my waist again, calming the pain. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to let go. Maybe we shouldn't do this, It may be too much for you to handle." As he goes to rise off the bed, probably to get some more pain meds I grab his arm. He can't stop, not now, I need him. I want him. "Please no, don't stop. You can't stop, I need you Undertaker. Please." Pleading with him, I lock my eyes with his. Begging him to continue. "And that's another reason I cover my eyes, I can never say no to those beautiful eyes of yours. Ok I won't leave you like this, but you have to let me give you something first. Do you understand." Sitting back on the bed with me he waits for my answer. "What is it?" His smile returns slightly as he runs his hand through my messy fringe and across my cheek. "Just a drink, to help with the pain, but it may make it slightly worse for a couple of seconds before it gets better. Ok."

As I nod he smiles again kindly at me. Then rising from the bed he goes over to the desk chair across the room where his jacket had been hung forgotten until now. Taking out a small bottle he shakes it checking the contents is what he's looking for. Then verifying it is what he's looking for he walks slowly back to me. The bottle he hands me is very small, just bigger than my thumb but wider, and pink. The contents looks like a thick red wine but with a strange smell to it, a bit like metal, like copper. Taking a last glance up at the undertaker his face looks almost apprehensive, like he doesn't think it will work. So giving him a small smile I raze the bottle to my lips and drink the contents. The liquid inside is thicker than wine, or any other normal medicines, and tastes foul on my tongue. Nothing compared to the sweet kiss he gave me only minutes before. Downing it in one I look back at the undertaker not feeling any difference from before.

"Was something meant to….AHHHH." Screaming pain shoots all over my body, not just from my side. Pain more indescribable than anything else, as I curl myself up on the bed. "SHIT. PLEASE NO. NO IT HURTS, IT HURTS." Clenching my hands into the sheet I turn to the undertaker, pleading with him. "y...you need… to ...make… it stop… Please. Please make it stop" Reaching out I took hold on to the oversized sleeve of his shirt. Taking my hand in his he wraps his arm around me pulling me into his lap for comfort. But his normally soothing touch brings me no solis in my pain, but even knowing this he continues to try to sooth me with his comforting soft voice, and his warmth. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry it'll be over soon, it'll be over soon." He continues to hold me a minute or two move while I scream in pain, but in my state even a minute seems far far longer than it should. It felt like hours of screaming dying agony. Soon though when the pain has been completely quelled in his arms I continue to lie, far more exhausted than either of us thought I would be.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know it would be this hard on your body. I thought it was just going to last one or two seconds not five minutes. I'm so sorry I was being too selfish, I won't make you go through anything like that again. I promise you." Holding his head against mine I think he's going to cry, so stretching my arm up I cup his beautiful sad face in my hand. "Please I couldn't move before but now I feel just fine. In fact I bet you I can do this without even flinching." Pushing on his chest I catch his arm and somehow manage to flip him onto his back, and straddle his waist. "See, whatever that stuff was it didn't just numb the pain, it completely got rid of it." Smirking down at him I lean my arms on his chest as he lies there amused. "Well I suppose that's true, and it does make things easier. But aren't you tired? You should sleep Dearie." Without making a move to mush me off he continues to gaze at me. "I don't think I'll ever be too tired when it comes to you Undertaker. You just get me even more riled up." A large smirk crosses his face now, like he's proud of himself for making me like this.

"That I am glad to hear. Do you know why?" Squinting my eyes at him quizzically I don't notice his hands coming to rest on my sides, until it's too late. In a flash he lifts me off of him and we switch places again, me trapped beneath this tall slender frame, as he towers over me like a night pinning his prize down before his king. Of course I do not struggle, for the sensation of having him sat atop my hips hands pinning mine to the sheets by my head is a powerful one. For now on top of me, he is all power, dominance and beauty. He is everything I want and more from his pale soft skin and shining hair, to his eyes deep and green, swirling and blending with the pleasure of seeing me half naked beneath him, and completely at his mercy.

"Did you really think I would let you take control little princess, not a chance. If you're up to it tonight you're mine. Do you understand my cute little princess." Like hell I'm gonna let him keep calling me princess. He may be on top of my but I'm surprisingly good at getting my own way. "Princess, well does that make you my prince? Are you my handsome prince come to save me from the dragon?" Smiling sweetly up at him I give him my cutest face. And it works perfectly. His grip on my hands loosens enough for me to free them while he's still dazed at the fantasy. Pulling myself up I wrap my arms around his neck and pull us both into a sitting position, causing his expression to turn to a delightful picture of shock. "You should never believe a princess trapped in a tower, everyone knows they'll say anything to get you to save them." Playing along his smirk returned as he laughs at me again. "Hehehehe. So then what are you, if you're not a princess that needs saving then what are you?" "It's not just princess and damsels in distress that need saving you know, but I wouldn't describe you as a prince either, you're too beautiful and charming for that. I think you're more of a knight, riding to save the one he has loved forever from the bandits and robbers and thieves. Don't you agree my lovely Undertaker." "You seem to know a lot about the subject, so who am I, a humble undertaker to argue with such a handsome lover? Though you did seem to describe the knight how you would normally describe the prince."

"As you said who are you to argue, but your a lot different. Do you want to know why? Cus I bet you everything I am have that thought princess don't kiss half as well as you do."

This seemed to amuse him as he was soon laughing his head off. "Hehehehehe. Oh my Dearie, how could you know that we only kissed once." Still laughing a bit I pout at him. "Well then you better fix that, hadn't you?" "I don't think I could leave it any other way, do you." Wrapping his arms around my back he brings his face closer again, and leaves a small light kiss on the top of my nose. Not satisfied with that I pout as cutely as I can muster and take his lips with mine myself. There is no way he's leaving me with just a nose kiss. "That is never going to work with me Mr, if you don't take charge properly I'm gonna have you on your butt again." "Hehehehe but you're cute little face when you pout is too cute to pass up. Fine I'll play seriously, but don't blame me if you end up a little bit more worse for wear in the morning." Finally playing seriously he claims my lips for his as he dips me back onto the bed running his hands up and around my back, tickling my sensitive sides as he goes.

As his hands run to the front of my shirt he starts his inevitable battle with the buttons, so leaning up to his ear I whisper something I know he'll like to hear. "Just tear the fucking things off will you, I'm not going to wait for you to finish playing with them." Smiling from ear to ear he looks me straight in the eyes, takes hold of both sides of my shirt and tears the buttons open, letting them fly all around the room. Looking down I see the carnage of my shirt the grey fabric a stark contrast to my pale skin. "I'll get you a new one I promise. But for now." Leaving the shirt as it is he tears down one side of the bandages around my waist and takes them off. Beneath is a clean scar, no blood, no wound, just a scar, almost like the ones the Undertaker has adorning his own pale skin.

However I was not content to just sit and admire my newly healed wound, no I was growing impatient of the waiting. I wanted him now, enough of the distractions he's mine. Taking action I take a hold of the bottom of his shirt slowly rising it up his surprisingly toned torso. So toned infact that he had a six pack lightly rippling across his stomach, But as with his neck his chest beres a long scar. Even his arms were more muscular than I had realised, and after I had deposited his shirt into a forgotten corner of the room I ran my hands down and across his front, taking in every beautiful detail of this man, this god. So that every detail would be printed into my memory. As I worked my way down, passed the muscles and the tempting V of his hips I took the belt hoops of his jeans in my fingers and pull him towards me. Flicking the button open I slowly dragged the zipper down over his bulge. "I think it's time to let this one out don't you, because if I don't I fear it will die of the wait." "Hehehe you're one impatient little bird you know that. Ah maybe that's what I should call you, my Birdie. Yes I think that suits you quite nicely. But I agree, I would rather like to see how you look begging for more." As the smirk widens I decide the best way to end his game it to make him beg first, so with as much courage as I can muster I take hold of his still covered bulge, and am satisfied when I hear the appropriate sharp intake of air. Now that's got him quiet.

"Mine now." Taking his jeans in his hands he basically tears them off his own legs. I think he's as impatient as I am to be free of them. As he is dropping the jeans on the floor I take this boxers off, slowly, paying him back for making me wait this long. While I slide them down his legs I run passed even more scars lining his porcelain skin. Oh my beautiful man who did this to you? Pushing my worries to the back of my mind for now he is finally rid of all of his clothes, looking up at him kneeling above me in all of his glory I cannot see how any person in there right mind could not fall for this man, for this beautiful god. His long hair, still in its tie hung around his shoulders and brushed against his bare skin, highlighting his green eyes even more.

Leaning forward I kiss the scar running from his shoulder to his hip, being careful not to hurt him. "I love you, you know that. Don't you?" Smiling back at me in response he takes my chin in his fingers and covers my mouth with his, pushing all of his passion into me along with his long, hot, skilled tongue, weaving and dipping it around my own, taking complete control of me.. And soon that's not the only thing trying to push into me. Without realising he had nestled his hips between my legs and now his hard member was rubbing against me in the most delicious, hot way, prodding and poking at my entrance begging to be allowed inside, begging to take me. As he continues to tease my mouth and my rear I have to break for air, which gave him the perfect opportunity to tease my other parts as well. With my head back he takes the opportunity to kiss my neck, running his tongue up and down it until he finds the most sensitive points. Pleased with his new discovery he sucks the tender flesh, leaving a little red mark in his wake. Not satisfied just with my little moans and whimpers he changes tack, and runs his hand over my bare chest and stomach to my now slightly painful erection. Taking it in his hand he squeezes it lightly, causing me to whimper and moan to him, asking for him to continue onward to a better, deeper, rougher type of love.

"No… don't… don't tease me, I can't take it much longer please, please Undertaker. Take me." Kissing me again he replies, his voice hot and heavy with the lust building inside both of us. "With pleasure, I'll make you so hot you'll beg me to go harder and harder until you're screaming." Taking one of my hands in his he presses me further into the mattress, kissing me deeply again as he positions his member at my entrance. "Are you ready? Then here we go, I'll take you to heaven and back." Then his hard, hot member drives its way into me, sending shock waves of pleasure up my spine. "AHHHH" Thinking I'm in pain he stops and kisses me gently on the forehead trying to sooth my distress. "It's ok the pain will go away soon, do you want me to stop?" "No don't stop, please don't stop. I need this, I need you." Trying to cement my need I thrust my hips into his, begging for him to drive in deeper. "Alright then." Setting his elbows on the bed, and holding onto my hands he kisses me, taking my mouth with his tongue, as he thrusts in the rest of the way, absorbing my moan with his mouth.

He pulls nearly all the way out, leaving only his tip in my entrance, but suddenly he is ramming it all the way back in taking my moans and my quivers along with me on this ride
into the absolutes of bliss. Pulling back out then ramming back in he continues his assault on my body, filling me up each time he enter his glorious cock into me. Before to long we have to give up our passionate kissing to allow for our ragged breath and screams of pleasure. But instead he uses his mouth in other pursuits, locking them on to every inch of skin he can, biting and licking a trail around my body. And I know the little red marks he leaves behind will show, but I don't care, I am too caught up in his ragged love making, his skin on mine, his lips dominating me to care about things to come. I like him as he is now, hot, attentive, in control, reaching and clawing his way into bliss with me. Nearly at his limit he takes my own pulsing member in his hand once again and starts pumping it in time with his own thrusts. His fingers squeezing around me every so often just to tease. But as his hand works on me and his mouth finds yet more sensitive flesh I cannot control the tightening coil within me, and I release. The glorious tightening snaps and my orgasm rips through my, sending my mind into utter oblivion. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YES PLEASE MORE, MORE YES" By now my cum has ribboned itself onto both mine and his chests as my insides contract around him, causing his own essence to spill into to me, filling me to overflowing. And with a few final thrusts I float back down from my high, returning to the happy bliss of the bedroom.