The Back Way

Disclaimer and A/N: The characters have names in this story, as they belong to a friend of mine who requested that this be written. It stars his rogue, Caspian, and priest, Bui. The character names belong to my friend, and the whole world of Ragnarok Online belongs to Gravity. I just like to play in it sometimes.


“Excuse me…”


Bui turned at the soft but strong voice behind him, and raised an eyebrow as a rogue melted out of the alleyway shadows.


“Yes?” Bui asked rather curtly. It was unseemly for priests to be wandering through seedy back alleys, especially as an alternate and less noticeable route out of the altar boys’ dormitories.


Caspian brushed his bright red hair back from his face, revealing a long thin cut on his cheek. A narrow ribbon of blood traced down to touch the edge of his lips. As Caspian moved nearer, Bui noticed the soft white fur lining of his short jacket was stained red, hinting at a deeper wound below.


“Can you heal me?” Caspian asked humbly. It wasn’t every day that he saw attractive Prontera clergymen wandering through this part of town, normally inhabited solely by others like him. With neatly mussed blond hair, crisp well-fitted robes and an air of importance, Bui was unmistakable. Caspian’s initial thought had been to rob him; his cuts weren’t terribly serious, and he’d recovered from worse on his own. The more Caspian observed Bui, however, the more he realized he’d rather divest him of his clothing than his money. The opening in the front of Bui’s robe revealed a tantalizing sliver of a firm chest, and Caspian couldn’t help but want to see the rest.


“I don’t provide those services for free, you know,” Bui answered hautily, “You’ll have to pay me.”


Caspian felt his lips curl into a smirk at Bui, who had unknowingly walked right into Caspian’s trap. Licking his lips and making no secret of his eyes wandering over Bui’s body, Caspian replied sweetly, “Oh, but I don’t have any money.”


“Hmph. I can’t help you then,” Bui huffed. He had just turned his back when he felt slender, strong arms coil tightly around his waist. He swore loudly in protest when he felt Caspian’s tongue on his ear.


“And who said I had to pay you in money? I didn’t offer, and you didn’t suggest,” Caspian growled softly. He slid his hands into Bui’s robe.


Bui squirmed, but knew Caspian was the stronger and faster of the two. His attempts to escape lessened somewhat when he felt Caspian’s rough fingertips brush over his nipples, making him shiver and sending the first surges of blood into his cock. While street whore rogues were hardly his first choice, Caspian was not a bad specimen; definitely prettier than most. And, knowing that he had no chance whatsoever of escape, Bui decided his only way to preserve some of his dignity was to beat Caspian at his own game. He turned suddenly to face Caspian, whose hands were starting to skim down his lower back.


“So what kind of… payment did you have in mind?” Bui asked, playing dumb so as to add an element of surprise. Meanwhile his hands had found Caspian’s ass, and the feel of it was enough to make him achingly hard. Firm and well-toned, it fit effortlessly into Bui’s exploring hands and seemed to barely fit into the pants which, Bui now realized, were practically tight enough to look painted on. He ran his hands over the graceful curve of that ass, his fingers playing along the well-defined cleft.


“Oh, it’s more what you had in mind," Caspian purred, gasping as he felt Bui’s hands all over his ass, rubbing his erection against Bui’s hip. He slid his own hands around the back of Bui’s thighs and between his legs, tracing his fingers along the base of his erection and sliding back down to squeeze his balls.


Caspian slowly tore himself away from Bui’s greedy hands and placed himself almost spread-eagle against the wall of the alley. He arched his back slightly, showing off even more prominently the well-defined curves of his ass, fully offering himself up.


“How’s this form of payment work for you?” Caspian teased.


“Turn around,” Bui commanded. Caspian obeyed, and gasped as Bui licked the dribble of blood from his cheek before soothing away the cut. He then slid Caspian’s fur lined jacket off, fully revealing his well-toned and tanned body, decorated with a network of scars, and marred by a long red gash. Bui leaned down and once again licked the blood away, running his mouth greedily over Caspian’s chest and abs. He followed with his hands, healing the wound and feeling the hard ridges of his stomach before moving up to pinch his nipples. Caspian groaned, both from the relief of the pain of his wounds and from Bui’s touch.


“No wonder you were asking for a heal, you fucking whore,” Bui snarled, “You didn’t need it, you just wanted someone to fuck this pretty ass of yours.”


“So are you going to, or not?” Caspian flirted, playing with the buttons on his pants.


“Don’t you mouth off to me, whore,” Bui snapped as he grabbed Caspian’s hips and slammed him face first into the wall. He ground his erection into Caspian’s ass as he hissed, “Oh, I’ll give it to you. I’ll make you scream like the slut you are.”


Breathing fast with excitement, Bui’s harsh words making him even hotter, Caspian slid his pants down and spread his legs as best he could. Bui tugged his cock free of his pants as he stroked the smooth bare skin of Caspian’s ass, pushing the cheeks apart.


Caspian cried out as he felt Bui enter him in one sharp, unprepared thrust. The pain engulfed him, and he whimpered slightly.


“Be careful what you wish for, slut,” Bui hissed.


Caspian forced himself to relax. He liked it rough; the pain electrified his nerve endings, almost interchangeable with pleasure. His breathing became heavier as Bui began to fuck him viciously, pounding him into the brick wall. One of Bui’s hands found its way into Caspian’s hair, sharply yanking his head back to expose his throat. His other was wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him in position.


“Ah! Ha-harder!” Caspian cried, pushing back to meet Bui’s rough thrusts. Bui grunted and sank his teeth into Caspian’s throat as he eagerly obliged, pounding into Caspian’s body with all his strength. A sheen of sweat glistened on his chest as he moved even faster. Caspian’s eyes fell shut as reveled in the sensation of being reamed. He began to jerk himself off in fast, rough strokes as he felt his orgasm building. Bui’s thrusts became shorter and harder as he neared his own orgasm, and finally clenched his muscles as he came long and hard into Caspian’s ass. Caspian felt the pulses of Bui’s orgasm inside of him and followed moments later, coming explosively all over the wall in front of him. He sank to his knees shaking as Bui moved off of him. Bui reached down and picked up Caspian’s jacket, using the fur lining to clean himself up. He looked down at Caspian’s gasping form, his semen-slicked cock and the trickle of blood running from his ass. Running his hand gently over Caspian’s thoroughly used ass, he healed the abrasions.


“Such whorish behavior is a sin, you know,” Bui reminded him with a wink, “See you at confession next week.”