In The Dark

Fall passed quickly. The two guys enjoyed living together. Well, they had been sort of living together in the inn, but now they were truly alone and together. Cliff actually turned out to be a decent cook. He got up and cooked Gray breakfast every morning, then went to Doug’s inn to help out there. He returned in time to eat lunch with Gray (which was usually sandwiches that Ann insisted he take,) and then made them dinner at night. He often made baked corn, Gray’s favorite meal, but was also good at making various curry dishes, and even desserts sometimes.

Cliff had never watched Gray work before living with him, since he had never dared show his face at the blacksmith’s when Saibara was alive. He was a little frightened the first time he entered the shop and saw sparks flying haphazardly as Gray hammered away. But he quickly discovered it was a big turn on to watch Gray do such manly stuff. Gray found that he liked having Cliff watch him, too.

Cliff also discovered that Gray was no good at managing the money side of the business. So, Cliff took over that part for him. He worked the counter in the afternoons, taking payments from customers when they came in to pick up their orders. He kept track of the books, and made sure that all the bills were paid. Gray was really grateful to have him around, and Cliff felt even more grateful towards Gray for letting him live there.

Finally, winter came. The 6th was Gray’s birthday, and Cliff woke him up with a kiss. “Happy Birthday,” he purred, snuggling into Gray’s chest. Gray stretched and yawned. Fortunately, the 6th fell on a Thursday this year, which meant they were free to spend the whole day together.

Gray kissed the top of Cliff’s head. Cliff wiggled out of his arms, straddling him on the bed and grinning devilishly. “Since it’s your birthday, I’m going to be your slave all day!” he gleefully proclaimed.

Gray cocked an eyebrow at him, intrigued. “So, you’ll do whatever I tell you to do?” Cliff nodded. Gray chuckled deeply. “Well then, slave boy, I‘ve got a pressing need that you have to attend to.” He pointed downward. Cliff trembled happily and scooted down, pulling off Gray’s boxers and putting his mouth on Gray’s throbbing hardness. Gray moaned in ecstasy, calling out orders to him on how to pleasure him. Cliff willingly complied, and soon Gray was releasing into his mouth.

Cliff snuggled back up into Gray’s arms. Gray sighed contentedly, then slapped Cliff’s ass sharply. “Now, go make me some breakfast, slave boy!” he commanded. Cliff jumped up and hurried off to the kitchen.

He reappeared a moment later, kneeling by the bed. “What do you want me to make?”

Gray waggled a finger at him. “You’re to address me as ‘master.’”

Cliff’s face flushed with pleasure, and he stammered, “W-what do you want me to make, master?”

Gray smiled lazily. “Pancakes. And hurry up, slave boy! Your master is hungry!” he roared playfully. Cliff squealed and ran back for the kitchen. He reappeared about 15 minutes later, wearing nothing but an apron and presenting a large plate of pancakes. Gray grinned. “Feed me, slave boy,” he commanded, and Cliff sat by him on the bed, feeding him forkfuls of pancakes.

When Gray had had all he could eat, he issued another command to Cliff. “Draw me a bath, slave boy!” Cliff giggled and ran into the bathroom. Gray heard the water come rushing on, and he smirked to himself. Cliff came back out a while later and took Gray by the hand, undressing him and guiding him into the tub.

He knelt beside him, washing his back with a washcloth. “Do you like that, master?” he purred.

Gray grunted in assent. “You’re a good slave boy. I’ll have to reward you later…” Cliff just hummed happily and continued washing Gray.

The game went on all day, with Gray making up orders for Cliff and Cliff hustling to obey. Cliff finally collapsed on the bed, exhausted, early in the evening. Gray watched him sleep facedown, smiling a little to himself. He read a book for a little while, until Cliff woke up from his nap. Gray set his book aside, and reached out to stroke at Cliff’s back. “Good, you’re awake. I thought you might miss out on your reward…”

Cliff’s eyes glittered, and he sat up. Gray pulled him in for a kiss, moving his hands lustfully over his body. He removed the apron, the only piece of clothing Cliff had been wearing, and threw it aside. He quickly undressed himself, and reached into the nightstand for the lube. Slowly, seductively, he slicked up Cliff’s rapidly hardening member, squeezing and pulling at it until it was completely stiff. Then, he did something completely unexpected.

He laid on his back, taking the position that Cliff usually did in bed, with his hips tilted up and his knees bent. Cliff’s eyes widened. Gray licked his lips at him. “Come on, I want to try it. It’s my birthday…”

Cliff hesitated, biting his lip. Gray narrowed his eyes at him playfully. “Your master commands you, slave boy,” he growled.

Cliff moved forward quickly, his face lit up in thrill. He pressed the tip of his manhood at Gray’s entrance. Gray gritted his teeth and breathed out harshly. “Mmmm…I want it so bad,” he groaned to Cliff. So Cliff eased himself in, his slick hardness sliding slowly into the tight space. Gray’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned even louder. “Oh, fuck, it feels so good!” he cried out. Cliff was encouraged to continue, and he pumped in and out. Gray moaned and writhed on the bed, enjoying the new and unusual sensations. He could feel himself swelling, throbbing, from the inside out, and he gasped brokenly as the movements Cliff was making inside of him made him climax powerfully. His release shot up, landing on his own chest, and Cliff watched it, hissing with desire. He bucked his hips faster into Gray, and cried out in ecstasy as the tight friction made him explode deep inside.

They broke apart, cleaning up quickly, and then collapsed onto the bed, holding each other and shuddering with satisfaction. Gray nuzzled his face into Cliff’s hair, and Cliff sighed happily.

Cliff spoke up a while later. “You know, my birthday is the 6th of summer. So, you’re exactly half a year older than me.”

Gray made a noise of surprise. “You never said anything this past summer when it was your birthday!”

Cliff shrugged. “With all that Kai nonsense going on, I forgot about it.” He looked sad for a moment. “It’s been a long time since anyone’s celebrated my birthday, anyway. It’s just not a big deal anymore.”

Gray put his hand under Cliff’s chin and tilted it up. “Hey…you’ve got me now. I’ll celebrate your birthday.”

Cliff nodded, then his face lit up mischievously. “Do I get you as a slave then?”

Gray chuckled. “I’ll think about it…”