The chance that becomes an inevitability

His throat hurt, a stinging raw pain from being jabbed forcefully with a hard piece of flesh repeatedly. Rufus held one hand to his throat, rubbing the front of it, listening to the sounds of his choking cough. There was a bitter taste in his mouth, just thinking about what he had swallowed was enough to rise bile in his throat as he fought not to throw up.

He was on his knees, hunched over with one hand placed against the carpeted floor. He stared downwards as he continued to gag, but out of the corner of his eye, Rufus was aware of Lezard's presence. He was leaning back in his chair, the mage's body relaxed and at ease, a blissful sigh escaping him. Still coughing, Rufus raised his head, just in time to see the self satisfied smirk on Lezard's face. He reminded the half elf of a cat who had satiated oneself on a bowl full of cream, Lezard was practically purring with contentment.

"Wh..." Another hard choke as Rufus tried to speak, his voice coming out distorted. "What in Hel's name was that?!" A slow blink of Lezard's eyes, the man gazing back at Rufus in quiet contemplation. "Damn it Lezard, that hurt!"

"Do accept my apologies Sir Rufus." Lezard said, voice calm as he watched the half elf through half lowered eyelids. "I appear to have gotten carried away in the moment."

"Bullshit!" Rufus snapped, on the verge of another coughing fit. "You're always in control of your emotions, always calm and collected. You...." He trailed off at Lezard's laughter.

"Do you honestly think that any man could remain unattached in the grip of such pleasure?" demanded Lezard, than shook his head. "Ah Sir Rufus, you give me too much credit. Even I am only human when it comes to sex."

Rufus glared hard into the mage's eyes, infuriated to see a smile on his lips. Lezard let out a sigh, rolling his eyes heavenwards as though praying to the Gods for assistance. "Sir Rufus....please...I am sorry."

"Sorry huh?" Rufus said doubtfully, watching as Lezard leaned forward in his seat.

"So very, very sorry." Lezard said with a smile, hand reaching out towards Rufus' face. The archer held himself still, feeling Lezard's hand land on his cheek. Fingers turned caressing, a soft rubbing sensation on his skin.

Rufus said nothing, just stared back at Lezard, neither man breaking eye contact. His mind was working at a furious pace, thoughts fluttering through before he could get proper hold on them. He wanted to yell, to shout out his anger at Lezard. Yet a part of him, the part he was loathe to admit was doing most of the thinking, wanted to stay. He found himself leaning into Lezard's touch, watching the corner's of Lezard's mouth turn upwards even more.

"Let me make it up to you..." Lezard said, voice barely louder than a whisper as he continued to stroke Rufus' cheek.

"Okay...." Rufus said softly, feeling Lezar'ds fingers ease back the strands of green hair that had escaped their tie. "How?"

"Lie down on the bed." Instructed Lezard, fingers slowly sliding away from Rufus' face. "Let me take care of you for a change."

Lezard didn't have to tell Rufus twice! The half elf eagerly rose to his feet, shuffling towards the bed. It was still made, sheets perfectly straight and tucked in. Nervous, but anticipatory, Rufus sat down on the edge, watching as Lezard stood up. The mage paused to let his shirt slip off his wrists, the white silk falling to the floor in a crumpled mess. The mage still wore his pants, limp dick hanging out awkwardly through the opening of his trousers.

Lezard strode forward, eyes intent on Rufus' face. Again Rufus was reminded of a cat, Lezard moving as though stalking prey, his eyes looking almost predatory as he approached him. "Sir Rufus..." Lezard breathed out his name, leaning in close to whisper in his left ear. "I thought I told you to lie down..." A push then, Lezard's hand on Rufus' bare chest, causing the half elf to topple backwards onto the bed. His legs dangled off the edge, Lezard placing his knees on either side of Rufus hips.

"Lezard....?" Rufus asked, feeling confused. Lezard merely smiled, a sly expression on his face as he lowered himself over Rufus' half erect dick. Rufus bit back a gasp, feeling Lezard rub his crotch against his, dicks rubbing together. Rufus' cock twitched with interest, the half elf gasping as Lezard moved his hips, sliding his dick along the top of Rufus' shaft.

"This is too weird..." muttered Rufus, gazing down the front of his body. He stared in utter fascination of the sight of his cock pressed against Lezard's, the tips of 'em both leaking out a clear fluid. It slicked the skin, made it easier for the two cocks to slide against each other.

"Weird?" Lezard questioned, hunching over to press his crotch more firmly against Rufus. The rubbing became more intense, warm friction that sent tingles through Rufus' body. It didn't take long for the half elf to grow fully erect, cock throbbing as Lezard continued to rub up against him. "And yet you're enjoying this..." Lezard pointed out, the evidence hard against him.

Rufus blushed, uable to deny this was turning him on. Instead he let out a moan, arching his back, bumping his dick more firmly against Lezard. The mage laughed, delighted to feel Rufus moving against him now, bodies sliding in opposite directions, teasing and tantalizing both men. "Lezard....!" Rufus called out his name, hands reaching for the mage's hips, gripping him tightly. "Ha.....harder..." He tried to guide Lezard in the rhythm he desired, but the mage refused to be hurried. He continued that maddeningly slow pace, Rufus letting a whimper out. "Please....can't....can't cum like this."

"Patience Sir Rufus!" Lezard said in between moans. "You have much to learn about the art of delaying one's pleasure!"

"I think you've made me wait long enough!" cried out Rufus, fingers digging in harder into Lezard's skin. "AH!!" Lezard merely chuckled in response, pressing down against Rufus so that their chests touched. He could feel Lezard's nipples, two hard points digging into his skin, the shorter man stretching the length of his body upwards to reach the half elf's neck. Rufus felt Lezard's tongue against the front of his throat, hard licks against his Adam's apple. And all the while Lezard continued to grind their bodies together.

"Please..." gasped Rufus, breath coming faster as he felt Lezard's teeth graze the tender skin of his throat. "No more..."

Lezard made a disappointed sound, mouth staying on Rufus' skin. He traced his lips downwards, past his collarbone and onto his chest. His hips slowed, Rufus whining in protest at the lack of friction between them. Flickering his tongue against a nipple, Lezard straightened up, sliding a hand down between them. He took hold of Rufus' cock, fingers bordering the line between gentle and rough, squeezing him.

Rufus though he could cum right then and there in Lezard's hand, nearly biting down on his lip as he fought not to cry out. Lezard slid his hand upwards, thumb caressing the head, encouraging more fluid to ooze on out. "You're so hard Sir Rufus..." Lezard teased him, finger prodding the hole on his cock's head.

"Because of you!" Rufus said this almost accusingly, a moan rushing out to follow his proclamation.

"Yes...because of me..." Lezard said, beginning to jerk Rufus off with his hand, laughing as he did it.

"Lezard!! Please.....finish me off...." begged Rufus, making eye contact with the mage.

"And how do you want to finish....?" Lezard asked, hand moving up and down, just fast enough to drive Rufus' insane with need.

"Your hand....your mouth....I don't care....anywhere!" Rufus said, somehow managing to get the words out in between his gasps. He nearly wept when Lezard stopped touching him, staring at the mage in confusion as the comforting presence of his weight left his legs. "What are you doing....?"

"You'll see..." came the mage's mysterious answer, Lezard turning around so that legs were spread over Rufus' face. His cock dangled before Rufus' mouth, already growing hard again. Rufus felt a little uneasy to see it so close to his mouth, recalling the pain Lezard had inflicted on him with it. Rufus started to say something, wanting to protest when he felt it, Lezard tongue delicately lapping at the head of his cock.

"AH!!" Rufus cried out, surprised. Chuckles vibrated against his skin, Lezard amused at his reaction.

"It's only my tongue Sir Rufus. Do try to be less excited." Once again he was licked, Lezard tracing his tongue down the side of Rufus' shaft. He felt the mage press that wet muscle against the base of it, trailing his tongue teasingly over the top of his ball sac. His eyes rolled back in his head, a pleased hiss escaping him as he felt the warmness of Lezard's mouth, the mage sucking lightly on the side of his balls. Fingers played with the other side, rolling the skin there.

Rufus wasn't the type of person to pray to the Gods, but here he found himself almost slipping, ready to call out a name in reverent ecstasy. When Lezard licked back up to the crown of his shaft, lips parting to take him inside, Rufus screamed, fingers scrunching up the bed sheets beneath him, adding wrinkles to their once pristine state. He never imagined anything could feel so hot and still be so good. Lezard's mouth was like a furnace, almost blazing hot, but with a hint of wetness to it. Saliva coated the sides of Rufus' dick, Lezard's mouth bobbing up and down.

Another part of him also bobbed, Rufus staring at the hard cock before his face. Timidly he leaned upwards, tongue coming out to press against the tip. Lezard made a surprised sound in the back of his throat, his bobbing motions never ceasing. Rufus grew bolder, licking harder against Lezard's dick. The mage lowered himself even further, and Rufus found himself gripping his thighs, pulling him into place so that he didn't have to strain his neck to reach Lezard's cock.

Fingers curled around the base of his shaft, Lezard squeezing down, causing Rufus to let out muffled moans. That hand held his dick steady, Lezard continuing to suck on his dick, lips pursed in a tight ring around the head. Fierce sucking motions came from the mage, Rufus leaking into his mouth bit by bit. The half elf continued to make noises around the dick in his mouth, giving vocal praise to the job Lezard was doing on him.

Harder and harder Lezard sucked, a fierce vacuum of pressure, tongue teasing the under side of Rufus' shaft. The archer's mouth fell open, Lezard's dick pulling free of his lips as Rufus screamed out in pleasure. He felt himself tensing up, back arching up off the bed as best it could beneath Lezard's body. And then he was cumming into Lezard's mouth, cock spurting out his semen. There was too much, Lezard didn't even try to swallow it all down, pulling his face away from Rufus erupting dick. Cum landed everywhere, on the sheets, on his body, it even dribbled down the sides of his dick.

Rufus fell back against the bed sheets, feeling limp, something like exhaustion weighing him down. Lezard was laughing again, saying something about cleaning him up. Rufus cried out, feeling Lezard licking at his semen coated penis, his body wanting to react but too drained to properly enjoy the attention of the mage's tongue. Lezard's dick still bobbed before his face, hard and throbbing, looking woefully neglected. Rufus lifted a shaking hand, trying to tend to Lezard's needs, mimicking his early movements of squeezing it.

Lezard's tongue was on his thighs, his hands gripping them, pulling Rufus' legs up on his shoulders. Rufus concentrated on pleasing Lezard, stroking him, trying to get the mage to make some kind of sounds. But Lezard was quiet, licking down the inside of his thighs. His hands slid along his skin, Lezard palming the cheeks of Rufus' ass. He felt his fingers parting his cheeks, his tongue finding his asshole, and licking at it. It made Rufus start with fright, the half elf trying to knock Lezard off of him.

"What....what are you doing?!" Rufus exclaimed, hand faltering on Lezard's dick. "No stop!!" He protested, feeling the tongue dip inside his asshole. Lezard wiggled it around, bumping against the sides of his entrance. It felt invasive and weird, and Rufus wasn't sure he liked this at all. He was even less sure when Lezard's tongue begin plunging in and out of his hole, making Rufus whimper.

It didn't occur to Rufus to do more than protest with his mouth, the half elf lying there in this strange position, Lezard sitting comfortable atop his chest. Eventually Lezard tired of using his tongue, and Rufus breathed a sigh of relief to feel it withdraw from his rear. But it was only a moment's reprieve, a finger replaced the tongue, sliding in down to the knuckle.

"Take it out!!" Rufus cried through gritted teeth, hands shoving at Lezard's body. "Please take it out!"

"Easy Sir Rufus....this will start to feel good in a moment. I promise." Lezard said, voice oily as he tried to soothe the archer. Rufus gasped to feel Lezard crook his finger, brushing up against something he had no name for. That finger moved and twisted around, fighting against a tight fit, trying to expand Rufus' anus. "Try to relax..." Lezard suggested, and Rufus' eyes widened to feel a second finger being added into his asshole. "You're so tight...you'll never be able to fit me in if you don't relax."

"Fit you in?!" gasped Rufus, confused. "I don't understand! AH!!" Lezard had scissored his fingers inside of Rufus, stretching the opening. He fooled around with the half elf's ass for another minute, then added a third finger in.

"I think you're ready..." Lezard said, voice a smooth purr. He began thrusting his fingers in and out of Rufus, making the half elf scream. They didn't move as easily as his tongue did, fighting for every bit of leeway, but bit by bit they moved. Rufus closed his eyes, trying not to cry, feeling faint. Suddenly Lezard pulled his fingers free of his asshole, the mage climbing off the bed.

"Is it over?" Rufus wondered out loud, cautiously opening his eyes. Lezard was by the night stand, rummaging through a drawer. "What are you doing now?"

"I'm searching for......ah....here it is." Lezard held up a tiny jar of some kind of ointment. "Even the most low class of inns tend to keep such things stocked in their rooms."

"What is that?" Rufus asked suspiciously, sitting up.

Lezard smiled, twisting the cap of the jar. "Nothing harmful....just some ointment." He overturned the jar, spilling the liquid onto the palm of his hand. He set the jar down on the bed, and began rubbing his hands together, smoothing the ointment all over his hands and fingers.

"Ointment? Like a massage?" Rufus asked.

Lezard's teeth flashed in a wide grin. "Yes...something like that." He agreed. "Would you like for me to give you a massage Sir Rufus?"

"I...I guess so." Rufus said a tad uncertainly. "I like it when you touch me..."

"Then touch you I shall!" Lezard said, getting a knee up on the bed. "If you would be so kind as to lay down on your stomach?"

"Okay." Rufus said, rolling over so that he lay face down on the bed. He felt the bed shift and shake as Lezard climbed on it, moving towards Rufus. Oiled hands reached for the half elf's body, moving his hair to the side to offer up an unobstructed view of his back. Lezard surprised Rufus by placing kisses on his shoulder blades, hands landing on his shoulders.

"You're so tense." Lezard commented, kneading the skin there. His fingers pinched and squeezed, working out knots that Rufus hadn't even been aware of having.

"That's because you keep doing weird things to my body!" Rufus snapped, face growing heated with annoyance. It didn't help that Lezard laughed at what he said, hands squeezing his shoulders one last time. Rufus sighed, and settled his chin on a pillow, feeling Lezard's hands moved lower down his back. His fingers traced his spine, counting out the bumps on his back, and tracing over old wounds given to him by his Elven captors. Though Lezard hesitated over the scars, he didn't question Rufus about them, a fact that had the half elf relieved.

What wasn't a relief, was that Lezard's hands were once again on his ass, molding his cheeks with his oiled up hands. At some point the jar was back in the mage's grasp, Lezard pouring the cold liquid out onto Rufus' heated skin. "Hey..." Rufus started to push up on his arms, turning to peer over his shoulder at Lezard. "What are you doing now?"

"Something that will be mutually pleasing to both of us. I promise." Lezard said, and Rufus gasp to feel him spreading his cheeks once more. Ointment was poured over his hole, Lezard rubbing it around his entrance. He couldn't see everything Lezard was doing, didn't see how the mage was slicking his dick with the ointment as well. He got the shock of his life when he felt the head of Lezard's cock push against his hole.

"Lezard!!" Rufus cried out, trying to rise up off the bed. Lezard's right hand was on the small of his back, shoving him back down onto the bed. He was surprisingly strong for a mage, Lezard easily keeping Rufus pinned beneath him. "Stop!!" Rufus shouted, flailing about as best he could. "I don't want this!"

"I told you I wouldn't be satisfied with just touching, Sir Rufus." Lezard said, pushing his cock into Rufus' asshole.

"But I didn't know you meant this..." whispered Rufus, crying out in pain as inch by inch Lezard's cock worked it's way inside him.

"You agreed to this...agreed to let me show you..." Lezard pointed out, a moan slipping out past his lips. "We can hardly stop now."

"Lezard, please....I..." A scream from Rufus as Lezard pushed in all the way to the base of his shaft. Rufus felt incredibly full, and his muscles squeezed down on Lezard's cock, wanting to push him out. Lezard moaned in appreciation, and then started to move, tearing another scream from Rufus' throat.

The mage pulled out until only the tip of him remained inside of Rufus, and then without warning slammed back inside. Rufus tasted cotton as he bit down on the pillow before his face, his screams muffled for the moment. Lezard was groaning, muttering about how good Rufus' body felt to him. Rufus cried harder, feeling tears slip down his cheeks. This wasn't the kind of attention he wanted, he didn't want Lezard to do this, and he had no idea how to get the mage to stop.

With a roll of his hips, Lezard was plunging in and out of Rufus, the way made easier by the amount of ointment Lezard had used in preparing Rufus. Lezard gripped Rufus' hips, effortlessly thrusting away at Rufus' entrance. Rufus continued to cry into the pillow, keeping his cries stifled and low. Lezard was loud, harsh grunts and vigorous panting, letting out moans the half elf was sure everyone in the inn could hear. He only prayed that no one realized just who was the mage's partner, Rufus' fingers tearing open the pillow as he gripped it harshly.

Lezard's fingers were in his hair, winding the green strands into a fistful of hair. A none too gentle pull on his emerald mane had Rufus' head lifting up from the pillow. "Louder!" commanded Lezard. "I want to hear you!" Rufus was forced to obey, his neck hurting as his head strained backwards from the position Lezard forced him into.

A sob escaped him, and though Lezard was surprised, he didn't cease his rough movements. "Are you crying sir Rufus...?" Mean snickers from Lezard, the man jamming himself back into the archer's ass.

"Just get it over with." Rufus said through gritted teeth.

"Oh I'm sorry....are you not enjoying yourself?" Lezard asked, mock sorrow in his voice. "How thoughtless of me." That hand let go of his hair, Rufus' head lowering in relief, even as he let out a shocked gasp. Lezard had his fingers curled around Rufus' dick, stroking him.

"Damn you don't!" Rufus protested, trying to back away from Lezard's hand. It only caused him to push back against Lezard's dick, the man letting out a pleased sound.

"Oh yes....just like that....move your hips more!" ordered Lezard, and Rufus fought to remain still. The hand gripping his manhood turned cruel, squeezing him painfully. "I gave you an order!"

Choking on a sob, Rufus began to move his hips, shaking them as Lezard moved in and out. It became almost second nature to him, his hips moving in contrast to Lezard's thrust, and the feel of the mage's hand rubbing his dick, trying to give him pleasure. But he couldn't get any, not so long as Lezard was inside of him, and all Rufus could do was count down the minutes, anxiously awaiting the time when Lezard would be finished with him.

Two hard thrusts, and suddenly Lezard was twitching inside of him. Rufus felt liquid shoot into him, even as Lezard went to pull out. Cum landed on his back, staining his cheeks with the white liquid. Lezard laughed, not at all apologetic when he said, "I'm afraid some of it got inside of you before I could pull out."

Rufus didn't answer, staring dully at the headboard. Was it over, was Lezard finished with him? The mage slumped down next to Rufus, pratically glowing from his orgasm.

"You can leave now." Lezard said, hands tucking his dick back into his pants. "I'm finished with you for the night."

Slowly Rufus sat up, wincing to feel the burning pain in his ass. Even worse, he felt Lezard's semen seeping out his entrance, and down his thighs, further dirtying him. He didn't want to look at Lezard, and he let his hair fall like a curtain over his face. Movements slow, so as not to cause himself any further pain, Rufus got off the bed. His expression stony, Rufus rose to stand, presenting Lezard with his back. He took one step forward, then another, and another, stopping only when he heard Lezard call out his name.

Turning, expression almost hopeful, wanting Lezard to say something that would make all of this all right, the half elf got an unexpected slap in the face. Literally, in the form of his pants being hurled at him. Lezard lowered his hand, the remains of magic evaporating off the tips of his fingers.

Seeing the smirk on Lezard's face was too much for Rufus to take. His expression all but crumpled, and he hurriedly jammed his legs into the pants, before fleeing out of the mage's room. Not even trying to be quiet, Rufus' feet pounded harshly on the wooden floorboards, the half elf seeing things through a haze of tears.