Paris part 2
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roxyParis
rating:5-- Reader discretion advised. ( Seriously.)
*admires rating* Cool no? Now I can cease horrifying folks who stumble across the Space by accident. And let you pervos who tune in for the bad decide if it's icky enough to read or not. *feels proud*
Any-hoo...join me, won't you? Don't forget your rubber gloves! And I don't want to hear any buzzing in the audidence, ya'erd me?
The evening was surprisingly normal. Lex had no idea what he really expected—an alter with a sacrificial virgin writhing on it? A collection of naked hairy old men dancing around the statue of a goat and beating themselves with whips? He chuckled. Lord knew there was little he put past his father so he was rather happily relieved to be in attendance at a boring meeting of businessmen. No doubt after dinner he was in for a long evening of uninspiring speeches and dry facts and figures. With any luck the food would be as fine as the reputation of the cook in residence.That at least would salvage the evening.
They were shown into a large dining room whose main feature was a long table set with creamy linen and ivory china. Candles the same color set in silver holders ran the length of the table and provided the illumination. High backed brocade covered chairs were positioned closely along either side of the table and in nearly every one sat someone that Lex recognized either from the newspapers or from seeing them in his father’s study. He was unwillingly impressed at the social strata his father occupied. It was one thing to assume, another thing entirely to have the evidence before one. Every man here was famous in his chosen profession.
The were other men besides businessmen, there were newspaper men, politicians, he thought he recognized an actor or two, and he was sure the tall well-built man seated at the center of the table was a famous playwright, if he wasn’t mistaken. The man across from him was a well-known tenor. He glanced at his father and brother.
Lucas raised an eyebrow and smiled.
His father steadfastly ignored him. The servant behind him leaned forward to fill his glass and brushed against him and again he was too aware of his body. The dark haired servant standing across the room was handsome and his eyes sparkled and Lex let himself think for a moment that the look was directed at him…damn it. This is why I don’t like leaving my rooms, mixing with my father and his--son.
Father’s sharp laughter brought him back to himself and Lex saw that he was talking to the playwright. The young man seated next to the playwright sneered when Lex looked his way. Long white- blonde curls fell over his forehead and he swept them back with both hands. His ice blue eyes glittered in the candlelight and his cheekbones stood out in sharp relief. He was all angles and curves and Lex wondered why so exotic a being cared to walk among average men…the young man twitched his lip in imitation of a smile before loosing interest and turning away. Lex shivered--there was something about that man that made him uneasy. He breathed a small sigh of relief when the host stood and tapped a spoon against his glass, calling for attention. The meal was gone, the table bare and Lex assumed that the main part of the evening had arrived.
He looked around him and the expressions of barely suppressed excitement surprised him—this much excitement spoke volumes about the quality of their speakers….
The host called for everyone to meet for dessert in the smoking room and Lex raised an eyebrow. dessert? They rose as one and followed the man silently through a set of doors at the end of the room into a very ordinary library—and the host of the evening pushed aside a double set of bookcases to reveal a secret passage way. Lex smothered a laugh and Lucas glanced his way, looking every bit as amused as Lex. Good Lord, what were these fellows playing at? He thought it comical… grown men playing at hide and go seek.
They made their way down a dark staircase, the only light candles in the hands of several boys, who stood one on each turn of the stairs and guided the gentlemen down to what looked to Lex like a wine cellar. Tall racks stood against the brick walls, they stepped down in to an area lit by what looked like hundreds and hundreds of candles. The shadows draping the racks shivered and broke as the candles were brought closer—Lex saw that what he’d seen as wine racks were cages—some had bars on all four sides and some were open frames, they were all occupied. Lex gasped in shock, even as the group broke into applause.
“Excellent, Cedric, excellent! What an original presentation!” one of the group called out.
“Thank you, I do try to be original.” Their host spoke to a tall man in black who bowed and melted back into the darkness. Music again filled the air, along with the clink of glassware and the buzz of conversation. A door opened in the far wall. A lone figure came through and Lex jumped. Lucas was behind him, “Alexander.” Lucas’ fingers rested on his hip and he wanted to move but the sight in front of him froze him in his steps.
A young man was moving toward them. A black silk kimono style robe patterned with red chrysanthemums flowed over him like water with every step he took. His features were partially masked by a black domino, it served to lead the eye to his lips, full and flushed rose--Lex touched his own lips when the youth licked his, his eyes followed him as he moved past. Lex could hear whispered commments and 'Paris, Paris', he heard. his name? Or where he came from?
His father appeared next to him, patted him on the arm seemingly oblivious to his shock. “Enjoy boys, enjoy. This,” he gestured expansively, “Is just one benefit of power, my boys, power.”
He smirked and moved off to join a group watching one of the caged men suck another member of the group, he was pressed against the bars, the leather mask he wore probably helped to protect his face from hitting the bars painfully. He was thrust hard against them as he was fucked through the bars on the other side of the cage.
All around the sounds and the smell of sex battered Lex. He was unprepared, he was ignorant, he was shaken to his core. He felt like he was drowning as Lucas gently turned him towards another blindfolded man, held captive and splayed wide by cuffs and chains. Lex tried not to watch as he was invaded, impaled again and again by a succession of men and even the heavy leather mask couldn’t conceal how strongly he desired it, he moaned and screamed and Lex felt on fire--he flinched every time someone brushed by him. Lucas’ weight at his back, instead of annoying him as usual, rapidly became somewhat comforting…
A cool hand touched his burning skin and he looked down into the ice blue eyes of the Englishman’s young companion. The man smiled when Lex leaped and gasped and shook his head. He looked Lucas over and received a frank appraising look back.
“Well, you’re an interesting one, aren’t you,” he drawled. “If I wasn’t busy with that one," he cocked his head towards the Englishman, “I’d definitely give you a go.” He licked his lips before moving off and for moment the flames altered his face into a mask of deep ridges and sharp, sharp teeth. Lex and Lucas both froze in fear before the quaking candlelight settled and the man was just a man.
“Not possible,” he heard Lucas mutter and his heart beat faster—something horrible had passed them by, he knew it—he wanted to laugh but it caught in his throat-- passed over like a biblical plague….
Lucas grabbed his hand and he found himself moved closer and closer to the activity in the center of the room. He watched wide-eyed as a boy was suspended upside down in a frame. When the first man unbuttoned his trousers and thrust fingers in the boy’s mouth, gripped great handfuls of his hair, Lex turned his back. It was too much, too much. He was panting for breath and felt like he was trapped in a nightmare. Everything was turning inside out, twisting into something horrible—like the white haired beauty had seemed to shift to a demon.
Chimes filled the air, and the men quickly gathered in a circle, and Lex watched as the youth in the black silk robe became the center of the group. He danced, slow and sensually, his eyes closed and his full red mouth slightly parted. He ran his hands over the silk, slowly stroking the material; each movement of his hands slightly parted the robe, allowing fleeting glimpses of golden skin. He seemed caught up, unaware of anything except his own hands.
His father stood on one side of him and Lucas stood on the other.
Both of them were focused on the young man to the exclusion of everything else. The youth’s hair shone, black as onyx, his eyes so green they appeared to glow behind the mask. He twisted slowly, slowly arched his back and his prick rose and parted the robe—Lex’s hands clenched at his side, and he heard Lucas inhale sharply. He felt sweat tickling down between his shoulders but he couldn’t turn away. When the boy swung again to fully face them the robe fell open and revealed a corset—black satin and black lace and against his skin it looked like sin—he was pinched and held tightly by the corset, the flesh above and below the lace swelled slightly and his nipples were swollen—he moved closer to the light and Lex could see they’d been rouged and it made his prick twitch… the tightly laced corset restricted the boys movements but still it was like floating silk on water when he moved, gliding closer and closer to him, stroking himself, pinching his red hard nipples and biting his lip until they glowed red, wet and swollen. Lex groaned aloud—he could feel his prick swell and try to rise against the restriction of his trousers and the boy looked straight into his eyes—gasped as if he recognized him. He was fully erect and staring at Lex and Lex felt his blood pulsing in his throat like a drumbeat.
shall I go on?
rating:5-- Reader discretion advised. ( Seriously.)
*admires rating* Cool no? Now I can cease horrifying folks who stumble across the Space by accident. And let you pervos who tune in for the bad decide if it's icky enough to read or not. *feels proud*
Any-hoo...join me, won't you? Don't forget your rubber gloves! And I don't want to hear any buzzing in the audidence, ya'erd me?
The evening was surprisingly normal. Lex had no idea what he really expected—an alter with a sacrificial virgin writhing on it? A collection of naked hairy old men dancing around the statue of a goat and beating themselves with whips? He chuckled. Lord knew there was little he put past his father so he was rather happily relieved to be in attendance at a boring meeting of businessmen. No doubt after dinner he was in for a long evening of uninspiring speeches and dry facts and figures. With any luck the food would be as fine as the reputation of the cook in residence.That at least would salvage the evening.
They were shown into a large dining room whose main feature was a long table set with creamy linen and ivory china. Candles the same color set in silver holders ran the length of the table and provided the illumination. High backed brocade covered chairs were positioned closely along either side of the table and in nearly every one sat someone that Lex recognized either from the newspapers or from seeing them in his father’s study. He was unwillingly impressed at the social strata his father occupied. It was one thing to assume, another thing entirely to have the evidence before one. Every man here was famous in his chosen profession.
The were other men besides businessmen, there were newspaper men, politicians, he thought he recognized an actor or two, and he was sure the tall well-built man seated at the center of the table was a famous playwright, if he wasn’t mistaken. The man across from him was a well-known tenor. He glanced at his father and brother.
Lucas raised an eyebrow and smiled.
His father steadfastly ignored him. The servant behind him leaned forward to fill his glass and brushed against him and again he was too aware of his body. The dark haired servant standing across the room was handsome and his eyes sparkled and Lex let himself think for a moment that the look was directed at him…damn it. This is why I don’t like leaving my rooms, mixing with my father and his--son.
Father’s sharp laughter brought him back to himself and Lex saw that he was talking to the playwright. The young man seated next to the playwright sneered when Lex looked his way. Long white- blonde curls fell over his forehead and he swept them back with both hands. His ice blue eyes glittered in the candlelight and his cheekbones stood out in sharp relief. He was all angles and curves and Lex wondered why so exotic a being cared to walk among average men…the young man twitched his lip in imitation of a smile before loosing interest and turning away. Lex shivered--there was something about that man that made him uneasy. He breathed a small sigh of relief when the host stood and tapped a spoon against his glass, calling for attention. The meal was gone, the table bare and Lex assumed that the main part of the evening had arrived.
He looked around him and the expressions of barely suppressed excitement surprised him—this much excitement spoke volumes about the quality of their speakers….
The host called for everyone to meet for dessert in the smoking room and Lex raised an eyebrow. dessert? They rose as one and followed the man silently through a set of doors at the end of the room into a very ordinary library—and the host of the evening pushed aside a double set of bookcases to reveal a secret passage way. Lex smothered a laugh and Lucas glanced his way, looking every bit as amused as Lex. Good Lord, what were these fellows playing at? He thought it comical… grown men playing at hide and go seek.
They made their way down a dark staircase, the only light candles in the hands of several boys, who stood one on each turn of the stairs and guided the gentlemen down to what looked to Lex like a wine cellar. Tall racks stood against the brick walls, they stepped down in to an area lit by what looked like hundreds and hundreds of candles. The shadows draping the racks shivered and broke as the candles were brought closer—Lex saw that what he’d seen as wine racks were cages—some had bars on all four sides and some were open frames, they were all occupied. Lex gasped in shock, even as the group broke into applause.
“Excellent, Cedric, excellent! What an original presentation!” one of the group called out.
“Thank you, I do try to be original.” Their host spoke to a tall man in black who bowed and melted back into the darkness. Music again filled the air, along with the clink of glassware and the buzz of conversation. A door opened in the far wall. A lone figure came through and Lex jumped. Lucas was behind him, “Alexander.” Lucas’ fingers rested on his hip and he wanted to move but the sight in front of him froze him in his steps.
A young man was moving toward them. A black silk kimono style robe patterned with red chrysanthemums flowed over him like water with every step he took. His features were partially masked by a black domino, it served to lead the eye to his lips, full and flushed rose--Lex touched his own lips when the youth licked his, his eyes followed him as he moved past. Lex could hear whispered commments and 'Paris, Paris', he heard. his name? Or where he came from?
His father appeared next to him, patted him on the arm seemingly oblivious to his shock. “Enjoy boys, enjoy. This,” he gestured expansively, “Is just one benefit of power, my boys, power.”
He smirked and moved off to join a group watching one of the caged men suck another member of the group, he was pressed against the bars, the leather mask he wore probably helped to protect his face from hitting the bars painfully. He was thrust hard against them as he was fucked through the bars on the other side of the cage.
All around the sounds and the smell of sex battered Lex. He was unprepared, he was ignorant, he was shaken to his core. He felt like he was drowning as Lucas gently turned him towards another blindfolded man, held captive and splayed wide by cuffs and chains. Lex tried not to watch as he was invaded, impaled again and again by a succession of men and even the heavy leather mask couldn’t conceal how strongly he desired it, he moaned and screamed and Lex felt on fire--he flinched every time someone brushed by him. Lucas’ weight at his back, instead of annoying him as usual, rapidly became somewhat comforting…
A cool hand touched his burning skin and he looked down into the ice blue eyes of the Englishman’s young companion. The man smiled when Lex leaped and gasped and shook his head. He looked Lucas over and received a frank appraising look back.
“Well, you’re an interesting one, aren’t you,” he drawled. “If I wasn’t busy with that one," he cocked his head towards the Englishman, “I’d definitely give you a go.” He licked his lips before moving off and for moment the flames altered his face into a mask of deep ridges and sharp, sharp teeth. Lex and Lucas both froze in fear before the quaking candlelight settled and the man was just a man.
“Not possible,” he heard Lucas mutter and his heart beat faster—something horrible had passed them by, he knew it—he wanted to laugh but it caught in his throat-- passed over like a biblical plague….
Lucas grabbed his hand and he found himself moved closer and closer to the activity in the center of the room. He watched wide-eyed as a boy was suspended upside down in a frame. When the first man unbuttoned his trousers and thrust fingers in the boy’s mouth, gripped great handfuls of his hair, Lex turned his back. It was too much, too much. He was panting for breath and felt like he was trapped in a nightmare. Everything was turning inside out, twisting into something horrible—like the white haired beauty had seemed to shift to a demon.
Chimes filled the air, and the men quickly gathered in a circle, and Lex watched as the youth in the black silk robe became the center of the group. He danced, slow and sensually, his eyes closed and his full red mouth slightly parted. He ran his hands over the silk, slowly stroking the material; each movement of his hands slightly parted the robe, allowing fleeting glimpses of golden skin. He seemed caught up, unaware of anything except his own hands.
His father stood on one side of him and Lucas stood on the other.
Both of them were focused on the young man to the exclusion of everything else. The youth’s hair shone, black as onyx, his eyes so green they appeared to glow behind the mask. He twisted slowly, slowly arched his back and his prick rose and parted the robe—Lex’s hands clenched at his side, and he heard Lucas inhale sharply. He felt sweat tickling down between his shoulders but he couldn’t turn away. When the boy swung again to fully face them the robe fell open and revealed a corset—black satin and black lace and against his skin it looked like sin—he was pinched and held tightly by the corset, the flesh above and below the lace swelled slightly and his nipples were swollen—he moved closer to the light and Lex could see they’d been rouged and it made his prick twitch… the tightly laced corset restricted the boys movements but still it was like floating silk on water when he moved, gliding closer and closer to him, stroking himself, pinching his red hard nipples and biting his lip until they glowed red, wet and swollen. Lex groaned aloud—he could feel his prick swell and try to rise against the restriction of his trousers and the boy looked straight into his eyes—gasped as if he recognized him. He was fully erect and staring at Lex and Lex felt his blood pulsing in his throat like a drumbeat.
shall I go on?
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5/29/05 08:58 am (UTC)Also, rating is very very very nifty.
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5/29/05 02:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
5/29/05 01:22 pm (UTC)You simply can't leave a boy in a corset with a raging erection and not let us know how he gets off!
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5/29/05 04:14 pm (UTC)Oh, no, stop here and never write any more.
*whaps you*
And this!!!
“Not possible,” he heard Lucas mutter and his heart beat faster—something horrible had passed them by, he knew it—he wanted to laugh but it caught in his throat-- passed over like a biblical plague….
Yes yes!!
:)
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5/29/05 04:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
5/29/05 04:51 pm (UTC):)
And yes! Oscar Wilde/Spike! Please!
*still holding Langston/Spike dear to her heart*
*smooooch!*
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5/29/05 05:11 pm (UTC)I think you shall go on. ;-)
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5/29/05 06:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
6/2/05 06:21 am (UTC)*faints*
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6/2/05 06:24 am (UTC)