Enabling

Disclaimer: All characters used herein belong solely to Square Enix. They are not mine, I am not making any profit from this story. I am only borrowing the characters.

Author’s note: First off, this is pretty much my first attempt at yaoi, but I believe it doesn’t such too bad. So please be kind while reviewing. Yes, the pairing is a bit wacky, and I don’t usually go for crack pairings, but this one just called to me and I had to answer. There will be more in the end of the fic note…so without more preamble…

Pairing: Vox/Albel
Genre: Yaoi/ R


It wasn’t that he thought Duke Vox to be particularly handsome, nor did he think that Vox was a noble and true knight to whom he could happily consign himself to with pride, it was more a matter of strength. Duke Vox possessed a raw strength comparable to none other he knew, not even his own. It was the power that emanated from Vox that had attracted Albel’s attention so many years ago and had refused to let him go. With that strength and power came an almost animal magnetism. It did not make him swoon at the sight of the veteran Captain, but the knowledge that the man could easily take hold of him and force him into submission, regardless of any wild attempts at freedom he might make, caused a tiny fit of trembling to rack his frame when he came into close proximity of the man’s person.

Why he was attracted to such power, or why he felt the need to be possessed by a lover who could easily dominate him, was a question not even Albel himself could answer. He supposed, after dwelling on the subject for some time, that after the untimely death of his father his subconscious had begun to send him in search of one who could take Glou’s place, one that was strong enough to protect him from the hurt of losing a loved one, one that was strong enough to resist death.

Now when he thinks about how he came to belong to Vox for a time Albel laughs, that brief, insane laugh that indicates how ridiculous he deems a situation to be.
After Glou’s death, when he was still bedridden and pain mad, Vox had visited once. The man hadn’t come to see him, to check up on him and ensure that he would be well, he had come to see the disaster that had befallen the son of a close friend.

“You’re pitiful.”

Albel had lifted his head then. For the entire week before that visit he had drown out the voices of his visitors, the kind words they offered and the condolences. He wanted to hear none of it. Being told that he was pitiful, however, was not something he desired to hear either. His voice had cracked due to lack of use. “What?”

Vox had sneered. The man elaborated then, using some rather crude and degrading terms, the gist of the speech being about how arrogant and stupid Albel was and how it should have been him to die rather than Glou. He left then, before Albel could retort even though the boy had wrestled himself onto the one elbow he had left. His shrieks echoed in the tiny room that smelled of disinfectant and mattered not one bit to Vox.

From that day on Albel had harbored a hatred for Vox that burned hotter each and every time he laid eyes on the man. When he was promoted to captain of the black brigade he was subjected to spending great amounts of time with that hated man. He made it a point to flaunt in the man’s face the fact that at 18, only a few years after the tragic accident, he was now a leader of a main branch of Airyglyph’s army. He was also the youngest of the captains.

Perhaps Vox also had some strange subconscious need. After years of the long meetings, the constant close proximity, something had changed in the way he looked upon Albel. There was still a teasing expression in his dark eyes every time he looked at the boy, scoffing him without opening his mouth, but there was also something much more dangerous lurking in his eyes. Albel had noticed, but he chose to ignore the looks Vox gave him. It had been an unwise decision on his part.

Their two units had never worked closely together, so a summons from Vox requesting his presence to discuss war strategies should have aroused some small bit of suspicion within Albel, but it did not. Without thought he pulled his cloak on over his bare shoulders and made his way to the Duke’s private quarters. He knocked and was admitted by a servant who then scurried from the suite. Vox did not appear for several minutes. Albel had seated himself on a plush chair by the fire after having removed his cloak and draping it over the back of said chair. He crossed his legs and folded his arms across his chest. He fixed Vox with an icy glare when the man at last appeared.

“Nice of you to join me.” The boy mumbled.

Vox merely grinned, sitting down directly across from Albel. The man leaned back in the chair, his legs shifted apart slightly. The tight fit of his pants outlined the contour of his thighs and the bulge between his legs. Albel adverted his eyes with an angry hiss, embarrassed to find that his face was heated with a blush. When he dared to lift his eyes again he found Vox looking at him, amused. The boy studied him for a moment. Neither of them wore their armor and without the imposing breastplate and arm guards Vox looked just a tad less formidable. The man’s shirt was open to halfway down his chest and Albel could see thick curls of golden brown hair peeking out from under the fabric.

“Why are you studying me?”

The question jarred Albel out of his contemplation. He met eyes with the man and sneered. “I’m not studying you. I could care less about you. Now what do you want?”

The man laughed a bit before getting up and pouring two glasses of red wine. He returned, offering a glass to Albel who took it with a scowl on his young features. “There’s a matter I’ve been wanted to resolve for some time with you.”

“A matter?” Albel asked, the lip of his glass close to his mouth.

Vox waved a hand. “Finish your drink first.”
He did so, watching Vox closely. The man had his eyes trained on him, watching his lips as he sipped the wind delicately. He should have been unnerved, should have immediately begun putting his guard up, but Albel, whether foolishly or innocently, thought that he was doing no more than teasing the man.

When he had finished his wine, many minutes after Vox had downed his own, Albel leaned back in his chair, shifting his legs so that when he crossed them his one thigh showed from under his sarong. It had become quite clear to him in the time they spent together that Vox entertained a small passion for him and Albel had every intention of driving the man mad with want during this little meeting.

“So,” he began, resting his head in the palm of his hand and grinning, “what is this matter you want to discuss with me?”

Vox laughed at his display. “Quite the little coquette, aren’t you?”

Albel stiffened a bit, his grin fading, but he remained in his seemingly relaxed position. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Of course you do. Now,” he stood and Albel immediately straightened in alarm, “the matter I want to discuss with you is in regards to your marital state.”
T
he boy blinked up at the Duke. There was silence between them, filled only by the crackle of the fire. At last he croaked out,
“What?” He was granted another laugh. The sound seemed to snap him from the shocked daze he was in and anger immediately replaced the confusion. “I thought you summoned me here to discuss the war.”

“Mmm, that was the pretense. I knew I would not have gotten you here any other way.”

Albel leapt up, snarling into the man’s face. “You have no business with me then and I am taking my leave.”
B
efore he could take two steps the boy found his human wrist caught in a firm grip. Vox grinned at him, the same dangerous grin he had given him for some time now and it at last dawned upon Albel that perhaps here was a man not to be trifled with so lightly.

“You’ll find, my dear Albel, that the door has been bolted on the outside, by my order. You’re not leaving until I’ve had my fill with you.”

“And what,” Albel turned, face mere inches apart from the Duke’s, “does that mean?! What do you want?!”

“I want many things from you.” The man’s voice was low. His eyes locked with Albel’s and for a moment Albel felt fear at what he saw. He saw passion. It reminded him of the fondness he had seen in his father’s eyes when Glou had sparred with him or spoke of his future as the next captain on the dragon brigade. But those were two different emotions. Yet they stemmed from the same source: love. Could Vox possibly love him?

The tumult of thoughts in his head came to a crashing halt when he felt Vox’s lips on his own. It was no gentle kiss, no soft caress; it was a kiss of possession. Albel laid his hands on Vox’s shoulders, squeezing, unable to decide whether to push the man away in disgust or submit to the kiss. He did not have to decide, for the man pulled away abruptly and wrapped a hand in Albel’s hair and then yanked his head back. The angle was painful and he hissed in surprise. He tightened his grasp on the man’s shoulders.

Vox began speaking. “As one of the last few nobles in the country, it’s expedient that you marry.”

“And what does that have to do with you?” He asked through clenched teeth.

“ What do you think it has to do with me?” He tightened his fist in Albel’s hair and the boy hissed in pain once more. “You’re going to marry me.”

Albel laughed, a loud, absurd sound. “What makes you think that?”

“You have no choice.”

“I’d beg to differ. I want to prolong my family name by having children.”

“And so you will. I will find you a woman who will be your concubine. She will be bound to you and bare children for you. Those children, however, will be yours and mine. You should be happy, this means that your children will be royalty and have a claim upon the throne.”

The hand at the back of his neck loosened and released him. Albel let out a breath of relief he had not even realize he was holding.

Immediately he pushed away from Vox and glared at him. “Why should I be happy about this? I don’t want this.”

A predatory grin was directed at him and Vox took a step forward. “You will learn to be happy with your lot. Whether you realize it or not, you’ve been eyeing me as well.”

“Because I hate you.” He growled.

“No, because you admire me.” Albel scoffed, but Vox ignored it and reached out, lifting the colorful lock of hair that fell in front of Albel’s ear. “You’ve been looking for a strong mate, one who can protect you and claim you. Tonight I’m going to claim you.”

Albel felt his face fall. Did the man mean what he thought? Claim him?

Vox smiled. “All the fight has gone out of you, hmm? You see then? Be good then and go to the bedroom. I’ll follow in just a moment.”

It was a test, Albel realized, to see whether he would submit to the man’s will. For a moment he stood, rooted to the spot, staring up at the Duke with disbelief on his face.

“Don’t look at me like that,” the man moved his hand to caress his cheek, “you’re quite pretty and the spirit within you is attractive. Now go to the bedroom.”

He was turned then and given a push in the direction of Vox’s bedchamber. Every instinct he had was telling him to revolt, to scream and charge at the man, to break the door down and leave, but curiously he did not. Albel was intrigued. He had been made a very appealing offer. But that was not what occupied the forefront of his mind

At the time, Albel dwelled little on what Vox had said versus what he had implied. He had never had sex before, but he wanted to. The gender of his lovers made little deference to him, both sexes had their appeal, but he did know that at some point he wanted a female so that he may carry on the Nox lineage.

He had just crawled onto the bed when the command came from behind him to stop and be still. Albel blanched; from the position he was in he knew that Vox was getting a fair view of his behind. For several moments he was still, on all fours on the plush covers of Vox’s bed, waiting for permission to move. The man moved forward, wrapping an arm around his waist and guided him to the middle of the bed, then turned him onto his back. He smiled down at Albel as he leaned over him.

“I already told you that you have no say. I’m going to take care of you, Albel. Perhaps you cannot see how so now, but when you get older you will understand.” He caressed the boy’s cheek.

Albel stared up at him, eyes wide. “Do you—do you love me?” he whispered the question.

“I care for you, but I do not love you.”

It was an honest answer and all Albel could have hoped for. Had Vox lied to him and proclaimed a love for him that was false he would have fallen into a rage. Yet he still felt oddly crestfallen.

“I’m not looking for love.” He reminded himself silently. “I’m looking for practicality. If I marry Vox and take advantage of the proposition he’s offered I won’t have to abandon my duties as captain to care for a wife and child.” It seemed an agreeable enough situation at the time.

There was no time to dwell on it further, for Vox had seized his legs and forced them up to his chest. A small thrill of panic went through him as he realized that the man was tugging his underwear down his thighs.

“A thong? How cute. And it matches the color of your outfit.” He tossed the garment aside and released the boys legs, settling between his knees, before placing both of his hands on opposite sides of Albel’s head and crushing his weight against the boy’s slim belly.

“I’d like it if from now on, when you come to see me, you leave your panties at home.”

Anger flashed in the boy’s crimson eyes. “They’re not panties” he growled.

“A thong is not much better, boy, but that matters little. What matters is that, when you come to me, I would like easy access to you. So leave them at home. Do you understand?”

Albel growled once more. Who was Vox to be giving him orders and speak to him like one of his underlings? He chose not to reply, but the man could tell from the expression on his face that the boy understood the order.

“Good. Now…” his fingers trailed over the knot in Albel’s sarong, tugging at it idly until it slipped free. One hand ran through the boy’s unruly, colorful locks and with his free hand he swiped the other garment from the bed. Albel shifted restlessly, so very aware of his partial nudity.

“You make me laugh, Nox. You walk around in this little outfit, belly bared and your milky thigh poking out from under your skirt all the time and yet you blush so cutely when you’ve been stripped of these things that concealed you not at all.”

“It’s not a skirt!”

“Do you make a fuss about everything?”

Another kiss was pressed against his lips, this one considerably gentler than the last. The gentleness surprised Albel. He should have suspected that it was a tactic. When a tongue began lapping at his bottom lip for entrance to his mouth the boy quite willingly parted his lips. Hands were running up and down his sides, smoothing down his waist, up again to slide beneath his shirt and fondle his nipples.
Albel moaned softly as the fingers pinched his nipples, causing them to harden and tingle with sensation.

“Oh?” Vox ended the kiss when he heard the sound. He grinned wickedly. “You like that, do you?” He pinched Albel again and earned another moan.

The boy’s reaction pleased Vox. He shifted up, into a kneeling position, straddling Albel’s slim hips and began to peel the boys tight shirt from his chest. Without thinking Albel lifted his arms so that his shirt could be removed. It took a moment before he realized that he was almost completely nude; his leggings and gloves, he felt, did not truly count as protective clothing. He was exposed to the man kneeling above him and Vox had not shed a single article of clothing.

It was a silly thought, but Albel couldn’t help but feel that, while he was nude and Vox completely dressed, the man had some great advantage over him, some form of power. It was silly because Vox clearly did have the power in the relationship they had (if it could be called a relationship). Still, with that thought as fuel, Albel reached up and began to unbuckle the man’s pants. Vox made no protest, staring down instead with an amused smirk.

When his fingers first touched the half-hardened flesh Albel had to inhale a deep breath to steel himself. Valiantly pushing aside his nervousness, Albel carefully pulled the man’s stiffening cock out of his pants. Shifting his position and blanking his mind, Albel knelt before the man and, once he had fondled the flesh into full hardness, lowered his mouth to the head of Vox’s cock. He did not truly want to think about what he was doing. Albel concentrated on the feel of flesh in his mouth, of bobbing up and down upon the shaft; he tried not to think that this man had once been a close friend of his fathers and someone who had known him since he was a small child.

Vox laced his fingers in the boy’s hair, forcing his head further down upon his shaft. Albel made a small choke, but quickly recovered. He pulled his head back and licked at the head of the man’s cock, teasing his tongue over the leaking slit. While he kissed and suckled at the sides of the shaft his hands were busy, one hand stroking the very base, the other fondling the man’s balls. The fondling ended shortly, however, when Vox slapped him upside the head and told him not to touch him so with the metal remains of his arm.

Albel nodded obediently, placing his clawed hand on the bed before leaning in to kiss the very tip of the man’s cock and then devour him. He sucked earnestly, pulling back every now and then to lick at the sides of Vox’s member while his hand continued to pump him eagerly.

While he had guessed that the boy was a virgin and lacked experience of any kind in the sexual realm, Vox quickly became aggravated with the boy’s lack of skill. Yes, Albel had a pretty mouth that accommodated him well, but he lacked finesse. He pulled the boy’s head forward and Albel startled, stopping suddenly. He took control then, during the moment of panic and confusion, ramming his length deep into the boy’s mouth. He could feel Albel choking around him, struggling to pull back, but he did not allow it. He continued thrusting, forcing himself deep into the boy’s soft mouth, until he reached his finish and spilled himself with a satisfied groan.

Vox pulled back then, trailing several drops of his milky white seed onto Albel’s lips. He released Albel’s head, watching with interest as the boy licked his lips hungrily. The boy’s crimson eyes were glazed with lust, despite the virgin blush that was splashed across his cheeks.

The man chuckled softly at the look. “Did you enjoy that?”

Albel nodded softly, so very aware of the hardened flesh between his own legs. He had never thought of Vox as appealing before, indeed he loved to mock the man relentlessly about being ugly. But this had nothing to do with physical attraction; this was animalistic. He had done what Vox had wanted and he would be damned if he left the apartment without having his own desires satisfied.

Albel leaned back, settling himself into the mass of blankets. He looked up at Vox, silently commanding, or perhaps it might have been begging, to be given the same release. The man started at him curiously for a moment, caught off guard by the bold move. He had fully expected to have to wrestle the boy into further activities. He had been prepared to chain Albel to the bed if the need had arisen. But since it hadn’t…

“Go and settled in the pillows.” He commanded, getting off the bed to remove the rest of his clothing.

Albel did as he was told, sliding up to the head of the bed and finding the most comfortable position he could. Vox returned to him, his cock stiff once more. The man shook his head.

“Spread your legs.”

The boy hesitated, swallowed, and slowly parted his knees. Vox shifted them apart further, until he was spread eagle. He then pulled Albel’s hips down further so that his hole was visible. Albel blushed deeply, feeling prone, lying exposed as he was.

The man grinned, eyeing him proudly, as though the boy was a prize he had won. He leaned in then to better see the boy. What he did then, Albel could only classify as ‘inspect’. He was palmed, his balls lifted, his hole prodded at, he was turned over so that his backside might be inspected. Albel’s face flushed, humiliated. He was being treated like a whore.

Vox slapped his backside. Albel yelped, his arms giving out suddenly. He fell into the pillows and, after collecting his wits and raising himself up again, glared over his shoulder.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He growled.

A hand squeezed at one of his mounds. “Just testing your reaction. You make such lovely sounds. And I always have thought that you’ve been in need of a good session of discipline. Shall I spank you tonight?”

“No.” he spat angrily.

“Hmm, we’ll save that for another day then. That is a promise, by the way. You will be disciplined, but not tonight. You are right, tonight would not be good for me to redden your backside. Your first time should be…” he trailed off there as he thought.

Albel didn’t want to hear what the man was going to say. Instead, he shifted and lowered his head onto the pillow, lifting his hips and shifting his knees apart. It was an offer that only a blind man would have missed. Vox laughed again, sounding quite pleased.

“I think you will learn quickly.”

What he was to learn he did not dwell on, nor did he have time to dwell on. For a moment he lost track of Vox; the man had shifted away from him and he could no longer feel the warmth of the man’s body as being close to him.

Albel jumped when he felt a finger prod at his entrance again. This time, however, the finger was coated with something cold and slippery. It took little effort on Vox’s part to work the digit into his hole.

“You aren’t as tight as I imagined you to be. Are you indeed still a virgin?” The man asked, gently pushing in to the knuckle and running his fingertip over the boy’s inside walls.

Albel had to bite his lip to keep in a grunt. “I am.” He said at last.

“You must pleasure yourself with a toy of some sort then.”

It had been a statement and Albel did not feel the need to reply. What did it matter to him whether he used a toy or not?

A second finger pressed against his entrance, quickly working its way in, sliding up next to the other. Albel jerked, letting out a small noise as the man curled his fingers, hitting a spot inside of him that made his limbs quiver.

Behind him, Vox took note of the reaction. Once he had worked a third finger into the loosening hole he continued to stroke at the boy’s prostate. Within several moments Albel had been reduced to a shaking, moaning piece of putty that he could manipulate easily. The boy was covered in a light sheen of sweat, his skin a faint pink. He looked quite lovely in Vox’s eyes. He fucked the boy with his fingers for several minutes, relishing the soft whimpers and jerks of pleasure. His cock ached to be inside of that hole, but he had to be just a bit patient.

When the fingers withdrew from his body Albel went stiff. He might not have had any personal experience, but dealing with soldiers every damn day had taught him several things about sex. What he knew then was that once the fingers were gone something much bigger, and more than likely much more painful, was to be inserted.

“Don’t go stiff, you little imbecile, you’ll hurt yourself.”

With those heartfelt words echoing in his mind Albel tried his hardest to will his body back into a state of being slack. He had just begun to relax when the tip of the man’s cock pressed earnestly against his hole and he tensed once more, all of his effort wasted. The duke was not an overly patient man, he had wasted his patience while stretching the boy, and rather than give another warning and allow him time to relax he continued to press in.

It didn’t hurt, at first. The man was well lubed, so the head slid in easily, but the sensation was unfamiliar to Albel. Once the tip had wormed its way inside of him he clenched and he immediately let out a yelp of pain.

“I told you not to tense, idiot.” The man scolded, reluctantly stilling so that the boy might have a moment to gather his wits.

“Take it out.” Albel panted. He looked back at the man with a pleading expression. If he could have seen himself he would have been disgusted, but at the time his pride was the last thing on his mind. When the answer was given, a firm ‘no’, he began to shake.

“Oh, for heavens sake, don’t be a weakling. I’ve only got the head in. You’re the one causing yourself pain, not me.”

With a barely noticeable nod, Albel submitted. He would grin and bear through the pain just to live down the insult of being called weak.
The surrender, however, worked for his benefit. When Vox slid the rest of his shaft in without any great protesting of muscles there was only a brief flare of pain and that from muscles unused to being stretched. Soon enough the ache of muscles faded. When Albel came back to himself, the realization that he was not in pain startling him into complete coherency, Vox had begun to move, pulling out partially and then ramming back in.

Holding himself still, Albel marveled at the feel. If there was any pain remaining he could no longer feel it. The feel of the man’s cock inside of him, sliding in and out with ease, rubbing against his prostate, was so vivid and pleasurable that his cock began to harden once more. He lifted is hips, much to Vox’s surprise.

The man made no comment, thoroughly engaged in fucking the boy’s backside. He rested one hand on Albel’s waist, patting it, running over it soothingly, as his other reached around to take the boy’s cock in hand and pump him. Albel moaned as the fingers closed around him, smearing his own precum over himself. His muscles clenched as a bolt of pleasure ran through him, but instead of earning himself a jolt of pain Vox moaned in response. He had done something right.

Glancing back, Albel saw that the man’s face was glossed over in pleasure. He clenched again experimentally and Vox groaned. The man then gave a particularly hard thrust, hitting Albel just right to make him moan loudly.

He returned to laying his head in the pillows. Now that he knew at last partially what to do Albel relaxed. He dug his fingers into the covers, abandoning thought and allowing himself to be reduced to a moaning, pleading, lustful puddle of mush. When he had time to dwell on it later perhaps he would berate himself, but that was later.

Vox continued to stroke Albel, causing the boy to jerk forward into the hand tightly encasing him, then move his hips back to meet the man’s hard thrusts.

Albel was, Vox admitted to himself, beautiful. It was no secret that the boy was attractive, any one who saw him desired to claim him. But when the boy was in so prone a position, rear raised invitingly, moaning so sweetly, body begging to be taken, he was simply divine. Watching as the boy’s hole widened to accommodate his girth, then swallow him as he pushed forward, fired his loins. He thrust harder, deeper and faster, encouraged by the desperate noises that issued from Albel’s lips. He removed his hand from the boy’s member to take firm hold of his hips so that he might better angle his thrusts.

Albel let out a disappointed mewl as the hand left him. The grip on his hips became bruising, but he hardly cared about that. Vox seemed to hit a stride; the man began to pound into his body, hitting again and again that spot inside of him that made him want to scream. He would deny the thought later, but it felt utterly wonderful to be used so, to be touched so intimately and to feel a pleasure he had never known existed before. Within minutes he was writhing in the grasp, forcing himself back upon the man’s cock, letting out panting breathes that only served to drive Vox even madder with desire.

Albel could feel the climax approaching; it was working its way up from his toes, searing every nerve in his body. He tried to suppress it; he wanted to feel the pleasure longer, to find other ways to bring such pleasure to himself. However, when Vox reached around to stroke him again, rubbing at the very tip of him, Albel could no longer fight back the sensation. His orgasm crested over him. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense and then go utterly slack. Having thought that the pleasure before was wonderful, Albel felt as though he were in heaven after he climaxed. He slumped forward, a pleased grin playing softly on his lips, his hips remaining elevated due to the grasp on him. He would spasm every now and then, body oversensitive, from the hard thrusts delivered to his prostate.

He could not be certain, but Albel believed he blacked out several moments after he had come. He came back to himself, perhaps only a minute later, when Vox let out a grunt and spilled his seed inside of the his body. It was a strange, yet humbling sensation, to feel someone else release inside of him, to coat his inner walls with their essence. It was yet another sensation he found that he enjoyed.

The hands were removed from his body and Albel collapsed onto his side. Vox moved next to him, reclining in the pillows, breathing heavily but looking pleased. There was silence between them for a moment. Albel stared at the man intently, waiting for a reaction, a word of congratulations, or even a snide comment. He was not even spared a glance.

The boy ended up falling asleep. When he awoke, several hours later, Vox was dressed again, sitting in a chair by the fireplace in the bedroom, reading. When he heard Albel begin to stir he set the book down and stood.

“Now that you’ve rested yourself some I believe you should return to your own quarters.”

Albel felt his body flinch against his will.

Vox saw the reaction and laughed. “Now, don’t look at me like that. This was not just a tryst. In several days you and I will speak to my nephew about our wedding plans. Until then, discretion is advisable. What would people think if they found out that you had slept in my quarters?”

Albel snorted at the term ‘slept’. The duke had a point. Acknowledging that fact, he slid off of the bed and began to gather his clothes. When he reached for his thong Vox came over and took it out of his hands. He looked up questioningly.

The man grinned darkly. “Now, remember what I said. I think you should simply abandon the practice of wearing panties all together.”

“They’re not panties!” he growled for a second time that evening.

Vox waved a dismissive hand. “Finish dressing and go. We have a meeting tomorrow morning. I shall need my rest as much as you.”

As he walked back to his own quarters Albel could not help but be acutely aware of his body. There was soreness in the muscles of his backside that he did not often feel. When he did feel it, it was due to intense training, not bouts of intense sex.

After the rush of adrenaline and lust had left his body he could now dwell angrily on the events of the evening. He was angry with Vox for using him so, but he was even more angry with himself. Oddly, he wasn’t angry that he had enjoyed himself. On the contrary, he would have been angry if he hadn’t enjoyed himself; then the meeting would have simply been hell for him. What he was angry about was that he had surrendered so easily in the beginning; that he had asked, almost begged, Vox to stop; that he was now bound to that man and would have to do everything that Vox asked because he had been too weak to show some spine and say ‘no’.

He went over the encounter, from beginning to end.

“I should have known it was a trick.” He chided himself.

His thoughts ghosted over the marriage proposition and the idea of carrying on his family line. The images of their bedding, however, were the focus of his mind. He could not banish the memory or dismiss it, not even temporarily.

“How pathetic.”

There was no relief for his mind when he entered the familiar territory of his quarters. When he lay down in bed all he could think of was the fact that he might be marrying soon. Or the feel of the bruises on his hips or of the small bit of semen running down his leg. Meeting or no the next morning, Albel did not rest that night.

~END

So…that’s the end…for now. I’m not sure if anyone would like this to be multi-chaptered. I can do that, but chapters might be few and far between, seeing as I’m in the middle of the last two hell years of college. But…reviews make me want to write! So, just tell me what you think, please be kind for I shall only laugh at flames, and perhaps I will see you later! Thank you for reading!