Author: Alessandra Hazard
Category: LGBT
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Eridan walked over and glared up at him. Although he wasn’t short, he was still half a head shorter than Castien. He’d never minded before, but now he hated it. His fingers were balling into fists, and he wanted to hurt him, tear that emotionless mask off that face with his fingernails. “I hate you,” he said, looking him in the eyes. “I can’t believe I was actually looking forward to seeing you. I’m such an idiot.” He hated him, he really did, and he hated that he still felt more alive in Castien’s proximity than he’d had in over a month, his body burning with a horrible mix of hormones, their bond like a tight rope, trying to pull them closer, hungry for intimacy, for anything.
A large hand came up and gripped his chin hard.
Eridan shivered from the contact and glared at Castien defiantly.
“I know they did not abuse you,” Castien said, looking at him with a strange, fixed expression. “I checked the woman’s mind. I know exactly how they treated you. So why would I ask redundant questions?”
“To make me feel better?” Eridan sniped, though his anger and hurt eased a little from the knowledge that Castien had actually cared enough to check. But he was still angry. Caring a little wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted everything. He wanted to be his Master’s world in the same terrible, unfair way his Master was his.
Castien’s jaw tightened. “You spoiled brat,” he said, his voice deceptively soft. “Is it not enough that you have put me at a disadvantage by getting yourself kidnapped? That I had to allow those people to blackmail me? If the Tai’Lehrians didn’t need my help as badly as they do, they could have asked for bigger sacrifices—and I would have been forced to comply, because of you. We were lucky they were desperate.”
Eridan glared at him. “You actually have the nerve to blame me for getting kidnapped? It wasn’t my fault!”
Castien’s lips twisted. “Of course it was. If you were not—you, if you were an ordinary apprentice, no one would notice you, and no one would bother kidnapping you.”
Eridan clenched his fists, his breathing growing ragged as a fresh wave of anger washed over him. It was always his fault, he was always not good enough, not proper enough, not perfect enough.
He bit out, “I have been nothing but an ordinary, respectful apprentice for a year—not that you appreciated it. So fuck you.”
“Mind your tongue, Eridan,” Castien said, his voice cold as ice, his telepathic presence darkening.
“Or what?” Eridan murmured, leaning in and speaking almost against Castien’s mouth. His heart was beating so fast he felt breathless. “What are you going to do to me?” He could taste Castien’s anger. It was exhilarating. “What happened to your ‘I can’t feel emotion’ shit, Master? Are you slipping?”
Castien slammed their mouths together.
Eridan moaned and bit his Master’s lip. It wasn’t a kiss. It felt like touching lightning, like a fight, their mouths angry and hungry, years of pent-up want and resentment unleashed, teeth everywhere, Castien’s firm body pulling him tightly to him as he tongue-fucked Eridan’s mouth like a starved animal.
Eridan could only take it, his mind spinning, his body tingling all over, his mouth oversensitive. Every swipe of his Master’s tongue sent sharp shocks of want between his legs, his cock hard and his hole tingling with need, aching to be filled.
“Master,” he breathed.
Castien’s mouth moved to his neck, sucking and biting, his hands gripping Eridan hard.
Eridan moaned, shivering and pressing closer, needing more. This felt right, he was his Master’s, no one else’s, he needed this, needed his marks, his mouth, and his body.
“Master,” he gasped, fumbling between them. He groaned, a trickle of slick running down his inner thigh as he palmed Castien’s thick cock through his pants. “Want you.”
Castien went rigid against him, his powerful body vibrating with tension. Eridan could feel him trying to get control over his body and pull away. No. He wouldn’t let him, not this time.
Eridan brought his mouth to Castien’s ear and whispered, “Fuck me.”
Castien’s body shuddered.
“Come on,” Eridan said. “I need you, Master.”
He was turned and thrown onto the bed. In an instant, Castien was on him. Strong hands lifted his robe, then yanked his pants and underwear down, leaving him naked from the waist down.
At the sound of a zipper being undone another gush of slick trickled out of his hole. Fuck, he couldn’t believe it was finally happening. His composed, civilized Master was going to simply stick his cock into him, just like that. The thought was incredibly arousing.
Eridan pressed his flushed cheek against the bed covers and lifted his ass for easier access.
Something blunt and thick pushed against his slick opening. His Master’s cock. Eridan gasped and pushed back.
“Ever so impatient,” Castien bit out before pushing slowly into him.
Eridan moaned, relief like no other hitting him as the emptiness inside him was finally filled. “Figures that you would criticize me even when you’re balls deep inside me, Master,” he managed, trying to sound normal and not at all like he was losing his mind from how good it felt. Castien’s cock felt unbelievably thick, stretching him to the limit. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised—it was as big as the rest of Castien’s body.
“I’m not balls deep yet,” Castien gritted out.
Oh fuck. That should have intimidated him, considering that he already felt like he could feel his Master’s cock in his stomach, but instead, it caused another gush of slick. He wanted it. He wanted everything his Master would give him.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, his Master bottomed out, the fabric of his slacks pressing against Eridan’s bare cheeks. Eridan moaned in bliss, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It felt so good.
Castien pulled out and slammed back in.
Eridan cried out.
The rest was something of a blur. Eridan was only vaguely aware of how loud he was being—too loud and too eager—but he didn’t seem to be able to control himself, pushing back on his Master’s cock and whining when it hit something inside him just right.
Soon, there was only the obscene slick sounds of a cock moving in his hole as their bodies moved together, fast and hard, Eridan’s world narrowed to the cock inside him and the heavy, muscular man against his back fucking him so good, their bond pulsing with the sense of finally.
He lost himself to the sensation, his moans growing in volume as Castien’s thrusts became harder, faster, his cock brushing against that spot inside him over and over and over. He couldn’t—he couldn’t—
His Master’s hand wrapped around his cock and stroked.
The force of his orgasm caught him off-guard, making him shout as pleasure flooded him. Eridan threw his head back, toes curling, body shuddering and squeezing around the thick length in him as intense pleasure spread from his hole and his cock to the rest of his body, overwhelming his senses.
Castien’s grip on his hip tightened, his cock thrusting faster and faster, slamming into his pliant body until Castien went tense, his pleasure bleeding into Eridan and making him moan weakly again. Gods, it felt so good. He’d never felt better in his life.
Eridan had no idea how much time had passed when he finally opened his eyes.
The heavy body against his back was gone. Something sticky and cooling was running down his leg. Eridan flushed, realizing what it was. This was his Master’s semen leaking out of him. His Master had fucked him, no matter how surreal it now seemed.
It felt even more surreal when Eridan turned and found Castien looking impeccable, fully clothed, not a hair out of place. He stood by the window, looking at the darkening sky. “You should go to your room, Eridan.” His voice wasn’t cold, but it sounded strange. He wouldn’t look at Eridan.
If Eridan didn’t feel pleasantly sore, he would never believe that they’d just had sex.
“Right,” Eridan said awkwardly, pulling his pa
nts up and trying to ignore the bodily fluids on his thighs. He could wash later.
Feeling decidedly off-balance, Eridan headed to his room.
Once there, he leaned against the door, blinking dazedly, his body still tingling all over.
What had they done?
What now?
Chapter Nineteen: Ill-advised
“His Grace is busy, Eridan. You can’t go in there!”
Eridan stopped and looked back at Irrene. “I’m his apprentice. His orders don’t apply to me.”
The woman looked between him and the closed door, clearly stressed, so Eridan took pity on her. “I will tell him you’re not to blame.”
The anxiety on Irrene’s face eased. She nodded, looking at him curiously. “I’m so glad you’re all right, Eridan. Your Master was very worried.”
Eridan shot her a skeptical look and marched toward the door, projecting confidence he didn’t really feel.
It had been four days since he’d last seen his Master.
The first few days Eridan had tried to rationalize Castien’s absence. He had told himself that Castien was likely busy working on how to keep his end of the deal with the rebels—or how not to. He told himself that if Castien was needed at the monastery, it would be simply impractical to travel back and forth between the monastery and High Hronthar.
But it was useless to deny it anymore: his Master was clearly avoiding him, and it didn’t take a genius to guess why. Eridan would have liked to say it simply exasperated or pissed him off, but there was a tight feeling in his chest that couldn’t be as easily explained.
He entered the office, determined to behave as normal as possible. He would be damned if he let it show that Castien’s avoidance bothered him.
The room was large but very plain. Eridan hadn’t been here often since he’d started distancing himself from his Master, and he absently noted that it still had no personal belongings of Castien’s despite him being the Grandmaster for over a year.
His Master was seated behind the massive desk that looked like it could actually be as old as the monastery, his gaze on the hologram in front of him. Eridan had only managed to glimpse an unfamiliar planet before Castien turned the hologram off.
Castien lifted his gaze and regarded him calmly, his expression difficult to read. “I see your proper apprentice act is over,” he said. Bizarrely, he didn’t seem annoyed.
Eridan cocked his head to the side, considering his course of action. There were several ways he could approach this, but… he was tired of this game. Tired of pretending. Tired of doing the smart thing.
So he rounded the desk, straddled Castien’s lap, and said, “Let’s fuck, Master.”
He watched Castien’s jaw tighten and his eyes darken. “Eridan… I thought you understood that what happened was ill-advised.”
“Sure, I understand, Master,” Eridan said, burying his fingers in his Master’s hair. He laughed a little. “I know exactly how ill-advised it is.” He brushed his lips along Castien’s hard jawline, shivering from the contrast between his soft lips and his Master’s stubble. He didn’t know why it turned him on so much, but he was already achy and slick, his cock straining his pants. He nipped at Castien’s jaw, felt his Master’s powerful muscles tense under him, against him. Fuck, he smelled so good. “Let’s do it anyway.” He murmured into Castien’s ear, “Come on, Master. You know you want to. You’ve wanted this for years. We did it once already. Once, twice—what difference does it make? I’m so ready for you already. So slick for you.”
Castien’s hands gripped his hips hard, his eyes glaring daggers at Eridan even as his telepathic presence pressed closer, exhilaratingly oppressive and greedy. “Eridan, stop—”
Eridan ran his fingertips over the growing bulge under Castien’s fly. Smiled when Castien’s breathing hitched. “Don’t pretend to be a good man, Master. You’re not. You’re selfish, and you take what you want. And you want me.” He looked Castien in the eyes. “I’m your apprentice, aren’t I? You can do whatever you want with me.” When Castien’s pupils dilated, Eridan smiled, leaned in, and murmured against Castien’s lips, “So use me.”
Castien lifted him and shoved him onto his desk.
It was a matter of moments to pull Eridan’s pants off and open Castien’s fly.
Eridan moaned, looking at the ceiling dazedly as his Master pushed into him in one hard thrust. He was so slick already he was dripping, his body hungrily adjusting even to his Master’s considerable girth. Fuck, he’d never get enough of this: feeling a part of his Master’s body inside his own, thick and pulsing, having proof that his Master wanted him. It was intoxicating.
His hands gripping Eridan’s hips, Castien pulled out, leaving only the head inside, and slammed back in. Eridan whined, tightening his legs around his Master’s muscular middle.
Part of him, a distant part, wondered if Irrene could hear them. He wasn’t even sure he cared; not at this moment. All he could feel was need: need for this horrible, heartless man, the need he shouldn’t have felt but did.
He gripped the edge of the desk and held on as the older man on top of him gave him a brutal fucking, all base, animal instinct and telepathic marks twining hungrily. It was unbearable. Unbearably good. Eridan hadn’t thought it was possible to feel so good, the pleasure spreading from his crotch to the rest of his body, sending his hunger spiraling higher and higher until all he wanted was more, harder, deeper.
He might have said that, but he wasn’t sure. He was too busy moaning and making unintelligible sounds, the cock in him driving away all rational thoughts. At that moment, all those demeaning slurs people said about throwbacks were true: he felt like a whore, like he would die without that cock in him, without his Master’s come inside him.
It was strange how much the thought turned him on. There was something incredibly satisfying about the thought of his Master’s bodily fluids inside him. He suddenly needed it, craved it, craved with the strength of three years of desperate longing, his hole gushing with slick, his cock leaking profusely as the thick cock inside him pounded him into the desk.
“You are dripping all over the desk,” Castien gritted out. “Do you know how old it is?”
“Very?” Eridan guessed, moaning as Castien hit the spot inside him just right. “Ah! There!”
His Master glared at him, his grip on Eridan’s thighs tightening, his eyes feverish as his cock thrust into him at a punishing pace, hitting that spot with cruel accuracy. Eridan completely lost it, whines and groans slipping out of his mouth with every thrust of that cock, their bond full of pleasure and burning need.
“Come in me, come in me, come in me,” he heard himself murmur deliriously. “Come in me, Master.”
Those words seemed to snap something in Castien, a low growl leaving his throat, his jaw tightening as he slammed his cock inside him, once, twice—and came, spilling deep into him. Eridan groaned, his Master’s pleasure triggering his own, his hole clamping down like a vise around Castien’s shaft and milking it of every drop of his semen as his own cock spurted between their bodies, dirtying up his Master’s impeccable clothes.
Eridan sagged against the desk, his body and mind tingling with pleasure. Fucking hell. He’d never felt so satisfied in his life. So fulfilled.
After a while, he felt Castien straighten up.
Then he heard the sound of a zipper.
He still didn’t open his eyes. Couldn’t. He felt too good. He didn’t want to ruin it.
“Eridan.”
“Mm?”
“Eridan, get up and fix your clothes.”
Eridan didn’t move.
A sigh.
Then he felt wet tissues between his legs, wiping the bodily fluids. Surprisingly gentle hands pulled his pants up and fixed his fly.
“Get up. You cannot lie on my desk all day.”
Reluctantly, Eridan forced his eyes open.
His Master’s cool gaze was the first thing he saw.
“It is useless to pretend
that this is never going to happen again,” Castien said, his expression slightly pinched. “It likely will. But I want to make it clear that this does not change anything. You are my apprentice. I am your Master. That is all.”
Eridan nodded.
“I expect you to behave like a good apprentice would. Do not presume that our… extracurricular activities will make me lenient. They will not.”
Eridan nodded again.
Castien’s eyes narrowed. “Are you even listening to me?”
“Yes, Master,” Eridan said. “This means nothing. Nothing will change. Got it.”
Castien gave him a look full of suspicion. “Now go back to High Hronthar. I have an appointment soon.”
Eridan hopped off the desk but had to steady himself as his legs felt unexpectedly shaky and he had aches in interesting places.
He looked at his Master and quashed the urge to kiss him goodbye: that definitely would contradict the “nothing will change” policy Castien had just outlined.
“Will you be coming home tonight?” Eridan said as he laid his hand on the door handle.
After a moment, Castien said, “Yes.”
Eridan smiled and walked out.
He bid goodbye to Irrene, who treated him normally and not at all like she had just heard him screaming as he came undone on his Master’s cock, so all was good.
As he stepped into the t-chamber, Eridan found himself in a surprisingly good mood. But why wouldn’t he be? He was well-fucked, and probably would be well-fucked in the foreseeable future. Wanting anything more would just be foolish when he knew that he wasn’t going to stay in the Order forever.
He didn’t want anything more. He and his Master would just fuck for a while and get it out of their systems. Eridan wasn’t masochistic enough to want something more from a man who literally wasn’t capable of it.
Castien Idhron was just a… a disease he needed enough exposure to in order to develop immunity.
By the time Castien would throw him out, Eridan would be ready to leave him behind.
He would be.
Surely a few fucks would be enough.