Allure and Wine

Summary: A party is being held at Budehuc Castle. Thomas is up for yet another long night. Little does he know hes going to be up for different reasons. He finally gets something he always wanted. HugoThomas. M/M. PWP.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story.

Notes: A short lemon on these two because there needs to be more HugoThomas love. Please write more HugoThomas everyone! And remember this is a PWP. Be gentle!

Allure and Wine


I decided that the party was making my head a little spiny, or maybe Joker had filled me with a little to much alcohol. Steadying myself a little, I make my way slowly back into the castle to escape the loud chattering party and the music. I was never really good at parties anyway. Sighing, I make my way back into the castle and climb the stone stairs with heavy legs. I feel as though I'm going to pass out soon, I'm so tired. As I reach my bedroom door, I see Duke passed out next to the gallery room door. I shake my head at the drunken man and ignore him though. I'm to tired to really care.

When I'm finally inside the sanctuary of my large and empty bedroom I walk over to my window and sit on the sill. I gaze out at the moon for a moment, studying it's lustful glow. I never get tired at how the beauty of this full moon can make me feel so much at ease. It makes me feel as though everything in my life makes sense, and that I have no problems at all. But of coarse little thoughts like this are for children, and I know I have other things I must think about, and do. Life is full of bumps and rough roads, and little thinks like the moon always seem to cheer you up along the way. It makes me stay sane in all of this, I guess one could say.

I remove myself from the window sill and walk over to my bed, removing some of my rumpled cloths. Placing my shoes and jacket on the chair next to my bed, I then reach down to grab the hem of my cotton shirt. I was about to pull it over my head before I hear a faint and nonrhythmic knock at my closed door. Did someone chose to follow me up to my room? I hope they don't want me to return to the party, I really just want to go right to bed.

Before I can answer for the person to come in, I see Hugo enter the room. He shuts the door gently behind him, and stares at me with a odd look in his deep emerald eyes.

"Hugo? Are you alright? Do you need something?" I politely ask.

I wonder why he is here? When I left the party he was sitting on the drunken Futch's lap singing a lark drunken beer song with him. I remember that I had locked wary eyes with him briefly before I got up and left the loudness of my party. I didn't really like the idea of Hugo sitting on the lap of others. My eyes look him over one more before I can stop myself. With this slight buzz in my system, I think my mind is slowing down.

I notice that he has no more of his beautiful Karayan jewelery on. His arms and neck are bare, leaving him only wearing his dark pants, and bright Karayan top on. The exposed, smooth and flawless skin seems to be a almost milky color under the moon's light. He approaches me quickly and I take a surprised step back. Why hasn't he said anything yet?

I gasp when he places his hands on my shoulders. He looks me straight in the eyes, with a slight blush on his cheeks. I can see him visible swaying a little but he keeps his stare trained on my confused face.

I take a slow breath in and let it out before squeaking a quiet, "Hugo?"

The gaze that he is watching me with is making me feel a little uneasy. My knee's feel weak with the closeness of his body. I can smell his unique scent, of the fresh outdoors, and a soft muskiness that can only be him. The look in his dark green eyes, are making my stomach do flip-flops and turns. I can also smell the scent of rich wine and alcohol, when he breaths out his hot breath on my face. He has a stern look on his flushed face, and the low lighting from the moon makes him seem almost, ghost-like despite his skin being so tanned.

"I'm drunk." He states.

I suppress a chuckle from my mouth, and smile up at him. Maybe that would explain his odd behavior. He looks at me with a unamused stare, and slowly brings his face closer to mine. I can feel my cheeks heat up already. I hate how he can make me feel so weak, and I don't even know why I feel that way. My auburn gaze is still locked with his, and our noses are almost touching. My arms staying clutched nervously to my sides.

Before I can blink, or even think about what is happening, I feel his soft, gentle lips upon mine. My eyes go wide is perplexity, and I can't seem to make my body move for it has gone ridged. He wraps his strong arms around my smaller shoulders, and I can feel his lips moving experimentally against mine. His scent is invading my senses, and my mind starts to spin. The heat from his body in making my heart clench and feel as though it will burst in a wave of unknown heat at any minute. He keeps that piercing gaze on me, his eyes telling me something that I can't quite decipher. What is happening?

He pulls away, much to my disappointment, but keeps his arms wrapped tightly around me. I can see a blush upon his face, but I'm not sure that it is from the alcohol in his system or from kissing me. I try to say something to him, to tell him what I'm thinking, but I can't find my voice at all.

"Hugo... I..." Is all I manage to get to escape my mouth.

He smiles a perfect sweet smile at me faintly, and I can still feel him swaying from side to side. I feel as though time has stopped and the world is all listening to this moment. He looks at me with a indescribable look in his gaze, and I feel my body go weaker. I can feel tears start to gather in the sides of my eyes. Hugo has kissed me. The boy I have been dreaming about, and wanting to be with since the day I met him. The boy that saved my land from being destroyed. The one that I have been wanting to be with from the very day I first laid eyes on him.

With renewed confidence I bring my lips hungrily to his, and press as much emotion into the kiss as I can. I wrap my arms around his waist and crush our bodies close together. The feel of his chest clashing tightly with mine sends a warm bubble gurgling in my stomach. He returns my kiss with just as much vigor and emotion, and we both close our eyes and enjoy the kiss, like our lives depend on it. We share the chaste kiss without words, and our bodies seem to almost melt into one another. Lips dance across each other, smoothing rubbing and dancing the unique taste of the other mingling and mixing into one.

Is my mind playing tricks on me? Am I just dreaming again? Or is the alcohol making me do this? This shouldn't be happening, this can't be real at all. As we pull away for air I look at him with question. He still hasn't said anything real to me.

"Is... this real?" I ask in a whisper. My words are worried, almost scared.

He only nods at me simply, and I feel a shiver run across my skin as he places his warm wet lips against my neck. In pleasure, I instinctively crank my head to the side to give him more access, and I feel as though I might collapse at the feeling of it. Tingles shoot up and down my spine in cold and hot intervals, my nerves lighting up in passion of hot fire. He starts to bite and nip at my reddening skin, his hands roaming my back gently and lovingly. I moan quietly, not knowing that I've become completely submissive so quickly. Heat is flowing through my body, and I can't even see very well anymore. I feel his tongue against my skin, and it trails up my neck to my ear, and traces the shell of it. Shivers flare across my skin once more, and my arms tighten around him.

He withdraws momentarily and looks at my flushed face.

"I want you, Thomas..." He breaths huskily, the words laced with a whisper of lust.

"But your... drunk." I whisper back.

I know that he is. I know that I shouldn't take advantage of this, and that I could damage our whole entire friendship with my next decision. My body certainly does not want to stop, but my mind is screaming at me to think about this before we continue. Is he just acting this way because of the drinks he's had? Is there any truth behind his words at all, or does he really... want me?

He studies my face for a moment, the clear look of rejection itched into his features. "I know... But I'm thinking clearly. Thomas, I really like you."

I look down at the floor, and I seem to be fixated at my bare feet. How can I know that he really does like me? That he is willing to kiss me like this, to touch me. I don't know what is going on suddenly. If I make the wrong decision, I could ruin everything that we have. I don't want that. I can't have what we have now taken away from me. It would destroy me inside if I couldn't be near him anymore. For all I know, he is just talking like a drunk man and in the morning he would blame me for everything and run away from me forever.

I push him away from me, my emotions running wild. I can't place our friendship in jeopardy. I step backwards a few times, and look him in the eye, mouth slack and eyebrows knitted together in contemplation. He is frowning at me, and I can feel the anger flowing from him. His dark green eyes bore into my soul with this anger, and I want him to stop looking at me like that. But still... I have to protect him.

"We mustn't do this... Hugo, your drunk." I state again, with a firm tone in my voice.

He comes at me swiftly, and I take startled steps back. In a matter of a moment, he has my body against the hard wall. I gasp as he slams his rough palms on the wall on either sides of my head. He glares sternly at me, and I feel my heart clench in a vice-like grip.

"What do you mean we can't?" He whispers through clenched teeth, as if trying to be quiet. "I've seen the way you look at me. I catch those long gazes on my back, and those smiles you give me that you give no one else." He closes his eyes for a moment possibly in pain, and I feel myself staring at his face with worry. What have I done?

"Don't tell me that you have no feelings for me at all..." He starts to breath slowly, and opens his piercing green eyes to look at my nervous face.

"Hugo... I do, I just-"

"If you do, why won't you show yourself to me?!" He shouts, and I flinch at the tone of his voice.

He sees me flinch, and cuts off his shout and whispers to me in a low reassuring voice. "I'm in love with you..."

My eyes go wide. My body begins to tremble with emotion, my ears straining to hear. What did he just say? Did I hear right? My Karayan prince... has confessed to me. I'm lost for words, and I can't seem to move. God, please help me.

He places his warm forehead against mine, and closes his eyes anew. His hands slips easily down to rest on my shoulders with a gentle tight grip. "I love you, Thomas..." He whispers.

I can't take this anymore. He must know how I feel too. Because I too, love him. Hell, I have had dreams about how this would happen in similar situations. With shaking and unsure limbs, I gently place my arms around his waist. When I do I can feel him flinch a little at my touch with new surprise, and his eyes snap open, a curious look in his features. I brush my nose gently and childishly against his. With a smirk I answer him.

"I love you too Hugo." I say it straightforwardly, but couldn't help but to feel a string of anxiousness in my throat.

"You... do?" He says to me bewildered, and I chuckle a little.

I nod at him, and the look of bewilderment is replaced with a look of pure white joy. His arms move to pull me into a fierce and tight hug, which I return just as binding. Time seems to start up again as we hug, and I can feel the rhythmic and rapid beat of his heart against me. He pulls his fingers meekly through my own brown hair, and I sigh contently into the fabric of his shirt. When I pull back to look him in the face I smile at him and poke him in the side.

"Your still drunk."

He sighs loudly, and looks at me in the eye with seriousness. "Thomas... I'm Karayan. I've been drinking since I was ten. Our people have many different kinds of festivals, which all have alcohol. I'm very good at holding down my booze. Specially with the Sergent around." He seems to say with complete honesty.

I roll my eyes and giggle at him for a moment, and smile. Maybe he's right. He may only feel a little buzzed, like I do. "So what was with those drunken songs you sang with everyone at the party?"

"I teach those to everyone!" He retorts jokingly at me with a pout on his lips.

I nod at him and bring my lips timidly to his, that little pout looking way to irresistible not to suck on. The feel of his lips on mine is so blissful, I feel like I could fly away at any given moment. He returns the kiss softly and simply, and moans a little when I start to suck on his bottom lip. When I withdraw, I'm a little surprise to see a look of warm lust reflected in his gaze. His hair is fallen, disheveled and mussed framing his face and the burning pink across his cheeks leave him looking cute, lip jutted out from my suckling.

"Which means..." He whispers to me softly, but before he continues, he looses his words and attacks my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.

Again I feel the shivers shoot through my body, and the heat from him and my own body is slowly becoming unbearably hot. I moan loudly when he hits a very sensitive spot upon my skin, an my grip around his waist gets stronger. By doing this I seem to urge him on somehow because he brings one hand sneakily up and under the front of my shirt and starts to caress the skin there. My face erupts in red, as I gasp at the feeling. Now, I know I'm skinny and that I only have minimal stomach muscle so I can't help but feel a little self-conscious at the feeling of his fingers on me. His hand traces my stomach, fingers padding and rubbling gently at my stomach muscles and then slowly moves up to rub across one of my nipples. Moaning audibly at the attention, I can't help but to arch my back into his pleasurable touch.

"Hugo..."

I feel him smile against my tendering neck, and he rubs the pad of his thumb across my skin again.

"The bed..." I hear him whisper.

The next thing I know I'm on my plush bed underneath him. My arms are wrapped around Hugo's neck, and he is looking at me with a lustful gleam. I can feel his hot breath fan my face, and the heat from his body mix with my own. Grinning, he wastes no time and crushes his lips passionately to mine, our eyes closing in a affectionate kiss. Our tongues mingle inside my mouth, both dancing and gliding gently against each other in a lip locking dance as old as the ages. His taste is driving me crazy, all of my dreams coming true with more then I could have ever imagined. He tastes so good, and I can feel a addiction coming on. I know that I will be striving to keep this forever.

He is sitting on my hips, and know that he is I can feel is erection rubbing almost painfully against mine through the fabric of our clothes. I groan noisily into an open mouthed kiss when I feel him grind his hips sensually into mine. The friction caused by it shoots a string of pleasure through my body, and I eagerly rock my hips against his too.

He pulls back from our wet kiss and with a soft smile reaches for the hem of my shirt. With a nod, I allow him to pull it over my head and he throws in lazily to the ground. I gasp when he attacks my nipples with his mouth and one of his wandering hands. Smiling, I arch my back to the affection of the gesture, and place my hands in his soft blond and black hair. My fingers pull and tug gently and carefully at his silken tresses. Hugo continues to nibble on my sensitive skin, and then reaches his free hand and places two of his fingers on my lips. I automatically open my mouth and bring his fingers in. I suck at his fingers mimicking other acts, and I hear him sigh happily on my skin. He brings his face back to mine and removes his fingers, kissing me once again. He starts to repeatedly rock his hips, our erections rubbing against each other in a almost frenzied pace.

He sits up abruptly, and continues to smile down at me. He pulls his shirt off and abandons it on the ground and I find my eyes traveling leisurely over his skin and toned muscles. Wow. His skin is perfect, the muscles on his chest strong, and built. He has small beads of sweat running down his face, which some are running down his chest, the beads slowly tracing muscle down his skin. I never knew the male body could be so... beautiful. I subconsciously lick my lips and continue to stare at his finely toned torso.

"Like what you see, Thomas?" He asks, his voice laced with humor, passion and lust.

I nod at him without thinking at all. I don't even have to think to answer that.

Smirking he adjusts his body so that he is standing on his knees, each one on either side of my hips. He reaches for the buckle of my pants, but before he looks at me, asking permission. Again, I nod, and watch as he starts to unbuckle my pants. I chuckle at his rushed state but don't tease him about it. But then realization hits me and and I squeal when he rips my pants and underwear down and off my legs. I'm naked in all my glory in front of him! What is he going to think about me? I feel my skin shiver with the cold that I feel wash over on my skin, and I want to cover myself, but Hugo sits on my thighs, pinning me down. I squirm under him, the gaze from him making my face burst with a fierce blush. Oh, I feel so embarrassed.

He stretches his body on top of him, covering me like a blanket. He runs his right hand down my face, and over my chest. "Your so beautiful, Thomas..." He whispers in my ear, before I feel his tongue flick its way around it gently.

My fingers scratch affectionately at his back, as I buck my hips forward, getting a little bit frustrated. He seems to really like foreplay, and as embarrassed as I am, I feel my patience wearing a little thin. He grinds into me a few times, and shares another breathtaking kiss before he sits up again. He finally removes his pants and throws them to the ground. But before I can do anything, he sits, back against the headboard of the bed. Then... he does it. I sit up and watch as he... Oh wow... I can't breath.

Now both naked, he is sitting in from of me pumping himself. He is so... I can't even explain it. I watch with fascination as he pumps himself quickly, his chin slack on his chest. He is panting hard his voice coming in huffs with his breath, and I can see the sweat running down his face. I can feel my erection pulsate for attention, but I'm fixated with Hugo.

"Thomas... aaahh.... ahhhh..." He moans loudly.

I sit on my knee's and watch as he strokes himself, and I feel drool run down the side of my chin. Embarrassed, I wipe my chin away and scoot closer to him. My eyes are fixated on his hand pumping up and down, and I feel like I want to do it for him.

"Come... ahhh.... come here..." He asks, his voice shaky.

I hesitate for a moment before he pulls me into his lap, my legs on either side of his waist. Our erections rub against each other painfully but pleasurably, and I moan out a long and healthy groan. He smiles up at me, and then reaches up to place fingers in my mouth once again. My face is still lite with red but I happily suck on the digits, and grind our lower halves together, with a sensual pace, which makes him throw his head back and moan. Hugo removes his fingers and then slowly brings his hand around my backside. I gasp when I feel his wet fingers against my untouched hole.

"What? ...Hugo?" I ask bashfully, and he looks at me with a sly smile.

"I promise you will like it." He says to me, the lovely tone of his voice making me feel warm.

I have heard of things like this before. Sex between two males, from books that I have read, and stories I heard from when I was a little kid with other children. I heard that it hurts a lot a first, and that it's tight and painful. But somehow Hugo makes my mind feel like it will be much different.

I gasp loudly, and bury my head in his neck because of my shyness. He just pushed on finger gently into me. It feels awkward and as I keep my face hidden in the nook of his neck he slowly starts to move the single digit in and out as gently as he can. It's uncomfortable, but I'm sure I will adjust. Before I can linger on the thought, he places another finger gently and very slowly inside me. Shocked I bite down hard on this shoulder instinctively to try and relieve some of the pain in my lower area. I think I drew blood, because I can taste the coppery taste of blood on the tip of my tongue. He hissed when I bit him, but doesn't stop his movements with his hand. I lick and kiss the now tender spot on his shoulder in apology, and then grunt as Hugo pulls his fingers out of me.

"Are you... ready?" I hear him ask. He seems a little unsure of himself.

But all I do is nod helplessly, and I feel him adjust himself from under me. I sit up straight and away from his neck, bracing my hands stably on his shoulders, and look him shyly in the eye. His brow is knitted in concentration, when I feel him at the pucker of my hole. I look down to see that he has his hand holding his erection up, and I'm just hovering above him now. He nods at me, and I do it. Slowly I lower myself down on him slowly, and I feel him enter me. As I do, both of use let out a lusty hissing moan, and Hugo leans forward to kiss the side of my neck. And then it happens. Before I know it he is completely inside me... I feel a wave of heat flood my body, and slight pain rocket through my nerves. I grip my hands on Hugo's shoulders hard, and shudder at the feeling of him inside me. I never felt so complete in my life.

"Hugo.... ahhhh.... it..." I mindlessly mumble.

When I open my eyes, he kisses me hard, his tongue diving into my mouth. Our tongues mingle with each other, sliding against one another in hot passion, a saliva string pulling from our mouths as we reluctantly pull away. He has a feverish face, and his hair is all disarranged, making him seem like he has been rough housing a little to much. I smile at him and kiss the side of his face, and he starts to stroke my back tenderly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes... it feels... different."

"I love you, Thomas."

I chuckle. "I love you."

Our exchange of words are all whispers, meant for only each others ears to hear. Our words becoming a secret pact between our bodies and the full moon outside. The body under me, and inside me is all my own, only for me to touch and feel. A bond has formed between us, and it shall stay strong for a long as I live. My Karayan prince is finally mine. And I am as equally his as he is mine.

I begin slowly, for it kind of still hurts, lift myself off him, only to sit down once again. The movement of him sliding within me makes me arch my back and moan, he doing the exact same. He rests his head on my shoulder this time, and I slowly start to gain a soft pace, bouncing up and down on him. We are both panting very heavily, the scent of sex and musk growing heavy in the air. With one bounce on him, a scream erupts from my mouth as I feel him rub against something deep inside me. My vision goes white for a moment, and I feel a strong jolt of pleasure. My fingernails dig into his shoulders, and I moan again not caring that I'm being loud. I want to hit that place again, the feeling that it left making me feel breathless and wanting more.

"Found it..." He mumbles.

I found the right angle and I start to move faster on him, hitting that spot over and over. Lust and pleasure shoots thought my nerves and entire being, and I can feel myself coming close. I start to chant his name as I move, lost in the sensation of it. He leans back to look me in the eye, and begins to thrust his hips upwards, meeting me with mine. His grasp tightens on my hips and soon enough, he starts to pump me with one hand, in sync with the thrusts that he is doing. I yelp at the feeling of his hand engorging my erection, pleasure clouding my gaze.

I get lost in the passion, and throw my head back pleasure rocketing its way through my very being. We gain a frenzied pace, both of us still panting and groaning in the night air. With a loud cry of his name I cum, wet white substance sticking across our stomachs, and three thrusts later he follows, shooting warmly inside me.

We still, him inside me, clinging to each other as if a life line to live, both our bodies trembling. Our bodies are shaking against each other, hearts beating fast with swift pumping blood and minds swamped with climax. When we finally collect ourselves, our sweat slicked foreheads connect. Hugo grins at me and kisses my flushed cheeks and then chastely upon my kiss-swollen lips.

"That was... amazing." I whisper into his ear, nuzzling the side of his head.

"Hmm..."

We sit there in quiet silence, enjoying the feeling of one another. I feel my eyes getting rather heavy, and my body begs for sleep. It's very early in the morning, and I'm very tired after what Hugo and I just did. Slowly, I climb off him, and I winch when he slides out of me. My lower area is feeling numb, and sore. I don't know if I'll be able to walk in the morning...

After rustling around for a moment, we finally snuggle down in my mounds of sheets, pillow and blankets. He cuddles himself close to me, and rests his head childishly on my shoulder. The small action makes me feel happier then I have in my whole life, and I close my eyes and sigh. This has been quiet a day. I wrap a arm around his shoulders. We are still naked, and kind of sticky, but I couldn't care less at the moment. I need sleep. I feel the darkness come over me, and my breathing starts to even out. I can hear Hugo next to me, and from the sounds of it he is already asleep.

I listen to his soft slow breathing and bask in the feeling of his gently beating heart. Gently stroking his back a few times I smile faintly and then fall into slumber.