Enabling

Have a treat!

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After resting for the day, Albel got up after dusk and started to walk about. Paperwork had been suspended for him, so there was no real work to be done. He entertained the idea of going to the communal baths in the castle; steaming, soothing water had appeal. But he would need help getting back from the baths and--a stab to his ego--bathing and washing. His limbs were still quite stiff from lack of use. That he most definitely required help was not entirely true; he could manage to bath well-enough, but it would take up such time, he would rather get help. And he had just a person in mind to aid him.

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Vox walked towards the baths arm in arm with the boy, allowing Albel to lean his weight off of weak legs. It irked him a bit to have been dragged out when he had just settled down to sleep before his long day of travel began. But for his spouse he would overlook the irritation. They passed by several courtiers who paused to bow and wish Albel good wishes of quick recovery. The boy’s illness was almost like a blessing. It did not seem too odd to outside eyes for Albel to depend upon the duke, no matter how they seemed to despise one another. Captains had to help one another after all, it was good military practice.

Given their high status, the two captains were afforded a private bathing room in the baths. Some of their men had been bathing and had invited them to join, but Albel turned his nose up in disgust.

“I catch them trying to sneak a peek while I’m leading them, I don’t need that hassle when I’m trying to relax.”

The man laughed, guiding him away from the men and down a small corridor towards their private bathing room. As Albel walked into the room, towards a bench to begin undressing, Vox pulled the curtain shut to give them privacy, though he doubted anyone would be foolish enough to intrude upon them.

When the man turned Albel had untied his hair, letting it spill over his shoulders and onto the bench. The boy had undressed save for his leggings, and sat spread eagle, looking at the duke with a playful grin. Vox smiled, but stayed where he was. He could play as well.

Albel bit his lip gently as he watched his husband unlace his shirt and pull it over his head. He loved raking his nails down the man’s large, broad, muscled chest. Albel himself was far too lithe to ever have muscles that large; it fascinated him. He dug his bare toes into the pools of water on the tile. He could feel himself getting hard from want and shifted forward a bit.

“We should bathe you” the duke said, taking note of the boy’s aroused state with a crooked grin.

He came over, pants unbuckled and unzipped, throwing his shirt onto the pile of clothes already on the bench, and stood before the boy. Albel leaned forward, pulling the pants down his husband’s hips, and kissed down the man’s stomach to his half rigid cock. He took the man into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip of the man’s cock and then devouredhim.

Vox let out a pleased groan, threading his fingers into Albel’s long hair, keeping the boy’s head in place. Encouraged by the force keeping him in place, Albel sucked eagerly at the duke, slowly bobbing his head up and down. His husband grunted, curling long, dark hair in his fist. Albel managed to break away and kissed down the side of the man’s member, using his human hand to stroke the man while his mouth was busy.

“Enough” Vox said hoarsely, taking Albel by the shoulders and pushing him away.

The reaction confused Albel a bit, given the stiffness of Vox’s cock. He obeyed, leaning back in his seat and licking his lips. The man took in several deep breaths before removing his pants. He knelt before the young captain then and lifted Albel’s leg. The boy’s leggings were open at the toes and heel and the man tugged on one of Albel’s toes. Albel let out an unhappy growl, attempting to pull his leg away, but Vox gripped his foot harder. Reaching up to Albel’s thigh, the man slowly peeled the tight fitting fabric down the boy’s leg then kissed up the bare flesh.

When Albel had been stripped they waded into the steaming water, sitting on the bench built into the small pool.

“Mind your arm” Vox said, eyeing the artificial limb. He was not certain how the machinery worked, but he doubted immersion in water would do the tool well.

Albel curled his lip in an almost snarl. “I know” He spat.

They did not speak for some time; Albel kept his upper body out of the water, leaning his torso on the side of the tub and lying his metal limb on a towel laid out by the pool. Vox was content to sit across from him, reclining against the wall. They both enjoyed the way the heat crept into their bodies, easing muscles and bringing to them a relaxation they rarely had the opportunity to feel.

Albel stirred after a half hour had passed. Vox would leave early the next morning, so he should not keep the man out for long. Not that he should have to remind the prick to keep track of time, but he was feeling charitable. Lifting himself and moving forward, the boy settled between his husband’s legs and draped his arms around the man’s large body.

“Would you like something?” the duke murmured, not lifting his head. He seemed content to lie in the hot water for many more hours.

Albel pressed against him. “I don’t want anything. But we should hurry this up. You’ll be tired on your journey tomorrow.”

“Are you concerned?” The duke finally raised his head, looking at the young captain with a curious expression.

“No. I just want to go to bed soon.”

The man grunted and sat upright, struggling only slightly with Albel’s weight on him. “Very well.”

They started the grooming session by meticulously washing Albel’s hair. Vox scrubbed the soap into the boy’s hair, digging his nails into Albel’s scalp to be certain he had gotten rid of all the dirt and grease. Albel grunted angrily at the harsh treatment and the feel of blunt nails scraping his sensitive scalp. He was glad when the man finally removed his hands.

As the duke was spreading soap over Albel’s chest and sides he asked,

“How do you wash yourself when you’re alone, with that arm?”

Albel had never truly thought about it. “I just do” he said, thinking over his process.

Honestly, he didn’t bath very often. There were long periods of times when the only personal grooming he would do is pass a wash clothe over his face, under his armpits and between his legs. War did not give one ample time to worry over cleanliness. But when he did bathe…he just managed.

“I’m just careful with my arm.” The boy concluded, refusing to go into specifics.

The man shrugged, having lost interest. One less thing for him to worry about. If Albel required aid for the simple task of bathing he would have been quite disappointed.

Vox pulled the boy closer to him, running soapy hands down Albel’s body and between his legs. The young captain jumped then hissed,

“I doubt I need to be cleaned down there.”

“I’d beg to differ. If I’m going to take you, I’d like you to be clean.”

“You’ve never cared before. And when are you planning on—”

He was cut off as he was shoved forward, over the lip of the pool. Albel whipped his head around, trying to see what the duke was up to. Vox grabbed hold of the boy’s hips, lifting him onto the bench that was in the tub and having Albel kneel with his rear raised above the water.

“What are you doing?” Albel hissed, a bit of panic piercing his tone.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head with concerns of being caught. No one would be stupid enough to disturb us.”

“You obviously don’t know our men that well, do you? You’d best keep this quiet then.”

“Coming from the one who screams when they orgasm? That’s rich.”

Albel scowled, turning away and looking down at the tile. He was not giving up anything, he was tossing the duke a mercy fuck. The man was clearly desperate if he was starting shit in the bathes.

There was no lubricant to use, so Vox settled for coating his hands with soap and preparing Albel that way. The boy grunted as a finger slipped into his puckered entrance. Vox was slow about it, perhaps taking Albel’s weakness into account. He pumped his one finger in and out, swirled it about the tight passage and then inserted a second digit. He curled his fingers against the boy’s inner walls, finding the spot that made Albel quiver. He had a plan: Albel would be absolutely relaxed and begging for completion before he would stick his cock into the boy.

Albel was amazed by the man’s patience. He had not known Vox to be so slow going, especially during sex. The duke had a certain primal drive that the young captain appreciated. He also appreciated this patient attention as well. Vox had prepared him well; the man was working three fingers in and out of him and he was ready to take more. But Vox did not remove his fingers and position his cock at Albel’s entrance, as Albel had expected; he kept pumping his fingers in and out, rubbing against the boy’s sweet spot and reveling in the soft moans and involuntary spasms of Albel’s body.

When he felt his climax beginning to approach, Albel took in a sharp breath. Vox stopped then, leaving two fingers in and rubbing around the very entrance to the boy’s body.

Albel let out a near growl of frustration. He knew what the man wanted. And he was too hard at the moment to put up much protest, so he let the words slip out.

“Please, finish me.”

It disgusted him, how quickly the duke moved to obey. No sooner had the words left his lips then Vox had his cock slipping into his body. Regardless of irritation, it felt wonderfully good to be filled so thoroughly. The man had a large member, and when it was hard and erect it was most impressive. When it was buried deep inside of him it was even better.

The man leaned over him, lying his palms flat against the tiles near Albel’s head. He was still for a moment, basking in the feel of the tight heat that Albel’s body offered to him. He withdrew a bit, then thrust forward, pushing the boy’s body into the wall of the pool. Albel let out a soft grunt as his belly scraped against the lip of the bathe.

The rhythm Vox set up was slow, as it had been when he was fucking the boy with his fingers. Where the man had acquired this new patience baffled and puzzled Albel, but he did not complain. To be able to enjoy the sensations coursing through his body, to be able to enjoy the feel of a strong body pressing his own into submission, to be able to TRULY enjoy the culmination of his orgasm was a gift. He clenched his muscles softly, dragging a groan from the man behind him.

Vox increased his pace slightly, pumping into the boy’s willing body with a force that made Albel want to cry out in pleasure. Each thrust brushed against that marvelous spot inside of him that turned him into the little bitch he denied being. He had been a slave to his toys, for they had been able to reach inside of him in a way he could not with his fingers and they touched him so wonderfully he had actually screamed the first time they had brought him to orgasm. Now he was a slave to this man, but he did not mind so much at the moment. In truth, he was slowly adjusting himself to the realization that he was subservient to Vox in that way. But ONLY in that way.

Albel let out a low moan, shifting his hips for a better angle. Vox laughed softly, kissing his shoulder and thrusting even harder.

“You make such beautiful sounds, my dear brat, but you need to keep your voice down. Was it not you who was afraid of being found out?”

He moaned in response, a much softer sound than the one before.

“The next time you and I are in the city,” Vox promised as he thrust deep into Albel’s body, “I will take you to my quarters and you will be able to scream as loud as you desire.”

Another noise passed the boy’s lips, this one a mournful groan. Then a word passed his lips, one he had not even thought of uttering.

“Now.”

The duke let out a noise of his own, curious in tone, but he did not stop. He could not stop. He continued to use Albel as the youth had intended to be used.

“What was that? Now?”

“Now.” Albel panted.

“You want to scream?” The man gripped Albel’s hip, growling in appreciation at the heightened sensations running through his veins.

“Yes, now.”

“I cannot let you do that but—ah, go ahead and scream my little brat.”

He clamped a hand over Albel’s mouth and began to pound into the boy’s body. Albel did scream. His voice was muffled against the duke’s hand, but he was loud enough to drive the man mad. Vox grunted, slamming into the boy harder and faster, pulling even more screams from the young captain.

“Do you like that?” he growled, thrusting in with force.

Albel let out a long moan, reaching back and bringing the man’s hand that was not on his mouth down to cover his hard and aching cock. Vox laughed, a haughty sound, and curled his fingers about Albel’s shaft and began to pump him quickly, in time with his thrusts.

It was quite a good thing he had his hand so firmly clamped over the boy’s mouth. Albel let out such a yell when the man began to pump him, had he not been silenced, the men surely would have intruded upon them in fear that their captain was being murdered.

The touch of Vox’s strong fingers on him, pumping him, was the subtle nudge that pushed Albel over the edge. His scream was loud and filled with pleasure. When he had spilled himself he fell forward onto the tiles, his body being moved involuntarily as the duke continued to thrust into his slack body. The hand left his mouth and gripped his other hip.

Albel decided to be generous once more that night. He clamped his muscles around the intruding member…hard. Vox hissed in a breath through clenched teeth, digging his nails into the boy’s flesh as he came deep in Albel’s body. He shifted forward, wrapping an arm about the boy’s waist and pulling the smaller body close. Albel groaned in protest, but he did no more than attempt to wiggle away, which the duke did not allow.

Vox kissed his shoulder again. “Why are you being so petulant?”

“I don’t cuddle.”

With a laugh of genuine amusement, he released Albel and slipped out of the boy’s body. Albel slumped forward again, hoping the water would wash the semen from his body.


When he laid down to sleep again, Albel felt slightly guilty. The guilt of doing as Vox desired and being untrue to himself was slowly starting to lessen. Each time they had sex it got easier and easier to accept.

Vox had walked him back to his quarters, not trusting the boy to walk on his own. Albel was weak, he was tired, and after their activities in the bathes he was carelessly exhausted. He doubted anything would happen, Albel had too much pride to fall down in the middle of a hallway, but he’d rather take the safe path and not risk such a thing.

Albel spat venomous insults at him when the duke led him to bed and covered him, proclaiming he was no child who needed to be put to bed. Vox shook his head, ignoring the boy’s protests. He should have appreciated having someone caring enough for him to ensure he was safely in his quarters and in bed. Of course the brat would be difficult and unappreciative.

“Just shut up and sleep.” The man eventually said, after enduring as many insults as he could.

Albel snapped his jaw shut, glaring cold daggers at the man. He flopped down, yanking the covers over himself, dismissing the man with the action.

“Childish brat.”

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The next day, despite some fatigue, the duke was quite pleased. That Albel had come to him was delightful. The boy was slowly beginning to adjust. Their spat about Albel not being happy in their marriage came to his mind but he assumed that whatever concerns the boy had had were gone now. Albel was accepting his place. That fact elated him.

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A treat for those of us who are a bit too old to go out and enjoy the holiday. Yes, it’s an early post but…that’s part of the treat! Bribe me enough and I MAY still post another chapter on Friday. And anon…HOLY SHIT THAT ART ROCKS! What do you mean you’re art is bad? I thought I had skill, but you blew me out of the water! Your talent in general is great, but your coloring rocks! I demand you draw more! You are now the official artist of this story! Make a comic using the lines, illustrate your favorite scene, draw anything Vox/Albel related! (you don’t have to, but I’d love you to pieces if you did!). Anyone that has read but not seen anon’s work, go to the links in the reviews. She will blow your mind. Anyway, I thought I little one shot would be cute. Feedback now! (and bribes if you want that new chapter on Friday)