Dancing In the Shadows
-Original
RP-
by Shuuki and Pookie
Chapter 4: Another Waltz
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Versailles
blazes in the face of a chilling midnight. Royalty and nobles throng through
Her halls dinning with the clamor of a late night ball.
Though
already three hours old, the gathering is still young and partiers continue to
trickle in in pairs and entourages.
More
than a few heads turn as an unlikely couple strolls through the doors of the
Hall of Mirrors…
RB: *looks around at all the finely
dressed couples and lets out a small sigh*
Chanserv: What's this? Are you not
glad to return home? *jokes dryly*
RB: *looks at his beautifully dressed
lover* Oh but I am, I had simply forgotten how magnificent all this
was...beautiful yet fake. *dry tone*
Chanserv: The very definition of
the French nobility. *nods politely to various courtiers as they weave through
the crowd*
Chanserv: Still, they make a pretty
picture anyway…though not as pretty as you.*winks at his well-dressed lover*
RB: *smiles* I do not see our host,
He might still be in His room...
RB: *points discreetly to a corner
where two men are talking* Meet the 'Elite'...I doubt they even noticed I was
gone though...
Chanserv: I guarantee they'll
remember your return. *hides his glee with difficulty*
RB: *put his hand on Chanserv*
Let's enjoy the party first, I'll introduce you later if you want.
Chanserv: The party is just about
to begin.
As
if on cue the music changes. Two glass doors swing open and the King makes his
grand entrance.
Gentlemen
bow and ladies curtsy in unison as the King sashays into the hall.
RB: *fear and anger sweep through
him as he sees the King* *with supreme effort, he maintains his composure as he
prepares to bow*
After
the appropriate few moments, the court rises again and moves off to resume
their mingling.
Small
pockets of nobility glide gracefully to flutter about the King, competing
silently for audiences.
A
figure clad in scarlet velvet and white lace parts the crowd effortlessly as he
approaches His Majesty, a lovely young man bedecked in blue silk in tow behind
him.
RB: *grabs Chanserv's arm as the
King looks toward them*
King: *stares at the young man in
blue, slowly clenching his fist*
Chanserv: *grabs RB's hand and
pulls them down together in a dramatic bow*
Chanserv: *tilts head upward to the
King* Your Majesty.
Chanserv: D'Chanserveaux at Your
Majesty's service. And I am sure you remember my companion? I thought you may
be pleased to see him once more.
King: *glares at the two* I see.
Please. *nods his head lightly at a tall man behind the pair* *turns around and
reenters his room*
RB: *whispers to Chanserv* We are
to follow Him, immediately.
Chanserv: *nods and proceeds after
the King*
Under
the watchful eyes of the entire court, the young pair follows the King into His
chamber. The instant the glass door closes, tongues are loosened as to the
identity of those two suitors.
Inside the King's Chamber, dozens of
candles play a game of shadows. The King stands glaring at the young couple,
the anger on His face clearly visible.
King: I demand an explanation! At once!
Chanserv: Of course, Your Majesty. *with a gracious bow*
King: *crosses his arms, appraising Chanserv* I do not
recall your presence at Court...
Chanserv: Indeed? My business occupies much of the
daylight hours. The fact is, I happened to come by some property of yours two
nights ago. I am returning him to you.
RB: *looks at Chanserv bewildered*
King: *smiles* I thank you for that.
King: How did you happen to find him?
Chanserv: He was assailed by some rouges as I was
passing. I happened to intervene.
King: *transfers his stare at RB* And what were you
doing out like that?
RB: *looses his voice for a second*
Chanserv: I'm afraid you have a little runaway on your
hands Your Majesty....
Chanserv: …and a little killer.
RB: *glares at Chanserv*
King: Oh? Really?
RB: *clenches his fist becoming more and more furious*
Chanserv: I believe it was M. D'Harmental who was
attempting to return him to you.
Chanserv: Your companion here took care to rid him of
that responsibility.
King: D'Harmental? Killed by him?
RB: *looks at King, blinded by fury* Yes.
King: *stares at RB*
King: *looks at Chanserv* I thank you for returning him.
King: *looks back at RB* I will see justice done -
personally.
Chanserv: *bows* It is my pleasure to do my duty as a
Frenchman to His Majesty.
King: *waves a hand dismissing Chanserv* See my advisor
for a substantial reward, a show of my gratitude.
Chanserv: On that matter, Your Majesty, I have but one
request.
King: *looking suddenly displeased* You presume.
Chanserv: A thousand apologies, Your Majesty, *bows
again* but I am quite taken with your runaway.
Chanserv: Perhaps His Majesty would grant me the honor
of D'Harmental's position.
Chanserv: His Majesty now has a little murderer on His
hands; I am confident I could keep him in his place.
King: *thinks for a second, looking back and forth
between the two*
King: *smiles, noticing RB’s dislike for Chanserv*
King: I do not believe I have your name.
Chanserv: D'Chanserveaux at your service, Sire.
King: Yes of course. You seem like a fine young man, Sir
D'Chanserveaux.
King: You must understand this is not a post I can grant
lightly.
Chanserv: Your Majesty honors me with even His
consideration. *intones smoothly*
King: *eyeing Chanserv carefully* *motions his assistant
to come forward*
King: *whispers a word to the assistant who nods looking
at Chanserv*
King: Forgive me, I must.
Within seconds, the assistant lunges
at Chanserv, sword drawn.
Chanserv: *steps easily to the side, thrusting an elbow
down on the assailant's neck as he rushes by
The assistant smashes to the floor.
King: *claps lightly* Very nice.
King: I grant your request.
King: Sir D'Chanserveaux you are hereby ordered to watch
over Sir R.B. He is not to leave the Palace under any circumstances.
King: Further details of your assignment will be given in
time. I trust you will not deceive me.
Chanserv: My thanks, Your Majesty. I vow my utmost
service to you.
King: *waves hand, dismissing the room back to the
party*
King: *to RB* You will remain here.
Chanserv: *exits without so much as a glance to RB*
RB: *crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at the
closed door*
King: Well...well. So you killed Andre?
RB: ...*still not looking at the King*
King: *walks up to him* How I have missed you. *slowly
runs his hand over RB's cheek*
RB: *shivers at the touch*
King: *licks his lips* Oh I shall enjoy punishing you my
dear...
RB: *tries to step away but is suddenly thrown toward
the bed*
King: *takes off one of his many layers of clothing*
Now...what shall we do?...
King: *pins RB down on the bed and proceeds to tying his
hands up against the bedposts*
RB: *tries to struggle but cannot move effectively under
the weight*
King: *slowly removes RB's clothes* Now where did you
steal these?
RB: *stays silent but glares at the King with deadly
intent*
King: My, my...such hate...such beauty... *forces a
strong kiss on the bound boy*
RB: *does not resist, letting the King's tongue probe
further*
King: *slowly moves his hand, unaware of the change in
RB's eyes*
RB: *suddenly takes the King's tongue between his teeth,
not biting down hard*
King: *surprised, looks at RB but simply smiles*
RB: *slowly draws blood*
King: *starts worrying and tries to break hold*
RB: *bites harder, blood flowing in his mouth now*
King: *punches RB hard, managing to break free*
RB: *laughs insanely as the King curses him*
King: Why you little!…
RB: *suddenly tears free of his bonds, the sound of
breaking wood echoing through the room*
King: *startled, flies to the ground*
RB: *spits out some blood as he unties the ropes still
hanging on his wrists* Your Majesty...
King: *starts to seriously panic as RB walk toward him,
his eyes blazing*
King: *tries to get back up, but stumbles over the
railing, crashing to the floor with a loud thud*
RB: *jumps over railing and hovers over the King, an
evil grin on his face*
King: *finds his voice* Gu...GUARDS! *still backing away
from RB*
Chanserv: *bursts into the room*
RB: *lunges towards Chanserv screaming*
Chanserv: *shuts the doors hastily and catches RB's
wrist, pins it behind him, and clamps his other hand over his mouth*
Chanserv: That will be enough for now, boy.
RB: *eyes still full of fury*
RB: *slowly tries to calm his breath*
Chanserv: *holds him firmly and scans the room for the
king*
Chanserv: Are you well, Your Majesty?
King: *stands back up, furious* I want him confined to
his quarters IMMEDIATELY!
Chanserv: Understood. *ushers RB swiftly toward the
opposite door*
King: *as Chanserv is about to exit* You did well. Thank
you.
Chanserv: *nods his head to the King* Sire.
Chanserv: *pulls RB into the hall and closes the door
softly behind them*
RB: *breathing normally now*
Chanserv: *escorts RB toward his chamber, his arm still
pinned behind him* *dips his lips to RB's ear as they walk*
Chanserv: Did you enjoy that?
RB: *tries not to smile too obviously*
Chanserv: There's nothing quite like the taste of a
king...
Chanserv: You saved some for me I hope.
RB: Well for starters, you taste better...
Chanserv: *chuckles* Of course I do.
RB: *grins* We should feast on Him one day....
Chanserv: *suddenly pushes them to the cover of an empty
doorway*
Chanserv: *wheels RB around and slips his tongue into
his mouth*
RB: *eagerly greets the tongue*
Chanserv: *explores RB's blood-tainted cavern, savoring
the royal flavor mixed with his own*
RB: *wraps his arms around Chanserv, pulling him closer*
Chanserv: *pulls back reluctantly after a moment*
Chanserv: *gazes at RB with bright eyes in the dim
light*
RB: *makes a plaintive sound*
Chanserv: Someone's coming, little one.
RB: *pouts lightly* How dare they....
Chanserv: *kisses RB lightly* Put on a good show.
Chanserv: *without warning, thrusts RB to the floor of
the hall*
RB: *grumbles angrily* Hey! Watch it!
RB: *stands back up, fist clenched, ready to fight*
Chanserv: Silence boy. Know your place.
RB: *glares at Chanserv* Oh yeah?
A guard stops abruptly in front of
the scene.
Guard: *looks from Chanserv to RB*
RB: *ignores guard, still glaring at Chanserv*
Guard: Are you in need of assistance, Sir?
Chanserv: *smiles levelly at the guardsman*
Chanserv: No, thank you. *grabs RB without taking his
eyes off the guard*
RB: *shrugs hand away* Let me go!
Chanserv: *deals a savage blow to RB's head, knocking
him to the ground*
You may however, inform those parties interested, that
M. RB has returned to the Palace. *smile never wavers*
RB: *doesn't get up, his head throbbing madly*
Guard: *flinches at the scene unfolding before him* Uh,
yes Sir, at once.
Guard: *retreats down the hallway toward the party*
Chanserv: *bends down and gathers RB gently up into his
arms*
RB: *slowly rubs his aching jaw as blood trickles down
his lip* Ouch...I think you scared him good...
Chanserv: *leans down and drops kisses along RB's jaw
line*
Chanserv: *licks the blood delicately from his lip*
RB: Hmmm...
Chanserv: You're all right, little one?
RB: Yes, I'm tougher than I look you know. *smiles*
Chanserv: Hmpf. I thought you'd be healing faster than
that by now. We've got to get some more blood into you! *carries RB merrily toward
his old chambers*
RB: *tries not to laugh*
Chanserv: *arrives at the double doors of RB's old
suite. *kicks them open unceremoniously*
RB: *clutches Chanserv arm as he looks into the all too
familiar room*
RB: So many memories here...
RB: Seems so far away...
RB: Yet...it was just yesterday...
Chanserv: *shushes RB tenderly* We'll be forging some
new memories here this evening.
Chanserv: It won't be your cries that fill this chamber
tonight.
Chanserv: *fiendish grin*
RB: *wraps arms around Chanserv staring into his eyes*
RB: I can't wait...
Chanserv: *flops onto the bedcovers with RB in his arms*
Chanserv: They'll be here soon. I made a few
"suggestions" to those you pointed out. Word spreads quickly here I
have no doubt.
Chanserv: *laughs to himself at the rhyme*
RB: *laughs* You’re making rhymes now, eh?
Chanserv: Baa, Baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes,
Sir, Yes, Sir, Three bags full; One for the master, One for the dame, And one
for the little boy Who lives down the lane.
Chanserv: *laughs outright*
RB: *doubles over on the bed, laughing his head off*
Chanserv: *manages to gasp between laughs* Poetry my
dear RB, poetry.
RB: *trying hard to calm down* You are a poet my dear! I
can already see you becoming famous with that poem.
Chanserv: *places his palm against RB's flushed cheek*
You are lovely when you laugh…
RB: *blushes at the unexpected compliment*
Chanserv: ..and even more so when you do that. *presses
his lips against RB's*
RB: *wraps arms around Chanserv, pulling him down on the
bed with him*
Chanserv: *tangles with RB, tasting his lush mouth again
and again*
RB: *kisses back, becoming increasingly desiring of his
touch*
Chanserv: *runs his hands over the watery silk that
covers his slight lover*
RB: *runs his finger through Chanserv's long silky hair,
enjoying the soft touch*
Chanserv: *tempers his rising need as his ears pick up
approaching footfalls*
Chanserv: *lets out an exasperated sigh*
RB: *does not hide his disappointment*
RB: *pouts and slips out of bed, not facing the door*
Chanserv: Your suitors must have missed you. For that I
cannot blame them at least.
RB: Well. I didn't miss them.
RB: *looks back at Chanserv* Why are we always
interrupted? *pouts*
Chanserv: *sits up and rearranges his rumpled attire*
Chanserv: Don't complain fledgling...
RB: *sighs and walks up the window, looking out on the
Gardens*
Chanserv: …These are your prey now.
RB: *a grins forms on his face at that thought*
Chanserv: They wander willingly to your bed, not a care in
their empty little heads.
RB: What do you think I should do with them? *smirks*
Chanserv: *leaps off the mattress and joins RB at the
window* *a familiar crimson glint resurfaces in his eyes*
Chanserv: Anything you wish my dear.
Chanserv: Surely you whiled away some hours in this room
fantasizing about such an opportunity.
RB: What if I stain the sheets?
Chanserv: I'll buy you new ones, on the King's salary.
RB: *smiles grimly as ideas course through his head*
RB: I just don't want to you to have to explain them
afterwards...
A timid creek echoes across the room.
Chanserv: They're upon us my dear.
Chanserv: *drifts unnaturally into the shadows*
RB: *smiles and goes back to staring out the window,
planning*
A pair of powdered courtiers slip
into the moonlit room.
RB: *doesn't bother turning around* Gentlemen.
The two sneer to each other as they
catch sight of the still young man.
Courtier #1: He doesn't look so wild.
RB: *turns around, his face hidden in the moonlight
shadows*
Courtier #2: You heard that commotion from within the
King's chamber. We were right by His Majesty's door…
RB: A pleasure meeting you again. *bows*
RB: *stands tall, still half-hidden, looking at them,
waiting*
C1: So what? It may be fun to play a bit rough tonight.
It's been a while.
C2: Indeed it has, Brother.
C1: What are you dawdling for, whelp?
C1: Get over here.
RB:
Of course. Sorry Sir. *slowly walks up to them*
C1:
See, he knows his place...docile as an ignorant sheep.
RB:
How...may I be of service today?...
C1:
*pulls RB to him*
C2:
*positions himself behind RB, sandwiching him between them*
C2: You know
our tastes, whelp.
C1:
*pushes RB down so his face is level with his trousers*
RB: *slowly unties the trousers in front of him, trying
not to let his fury overtake him quite yet* *tries to figure out how close the
other brother is exactly*
C2: *slowly kneads RB's buttocks with both hands*
RB: *grins and breathes deeply*
C2: What lovely silks you don tonight, whelp. I wonder what
fool gifted you with these...
RB: Someone worthy...
C2: *eyes narrow* What was that?
C2: *smacks RB hard on the rear*
C2: I thought you knew your place, brat.
RB: I hope you enjoy pain...
RB: …because tonight, I am in charge...
C1: What's he on about?
RB: *in a swift move slams his elbow with all his
strength into the brother's lower half while grabbing the one in front of him
by the throat*
C2: *falls backward with a thud, the wind knocked out of
him*
RB: *slams C1 into the wall, his eyes blazing now*
C2: *lies wheezing on his back, clutching his stomach*
Chanserv: Peek-a-boo.
C2: *struggles to open his eyes*
RB: *smiles waiting to see C1's reaction*
C1: You...*trying to breathe* Help! *stares pleadingly
at Chanserv*
RB: *tightens his grip on the frail neck*
C2: *blinks to clear his blurred vision* *long strands
of blond hair frame a grinning visage above him*
C2: *chokes out* Who the?...
Chanserv: *clamps his hand over C2's face and lifts him
from the floor*
C1: *desperately trying to breathe as he is lifted above
the ground, his feet waving helplessly*
RB: *moves closer to C1, and whispers in his ears*
Scream for me...
Chanserv: *cocks his head toward his fledgling and smirks*
RB: *suddenly bites down on the soft exposed neck as his
prey screams*
Chanserv: Bravo my dear RB. Very brutal. A pity to waste
twins though. I should've liked to have seen them go at it with one another.
RB: *changes his mind and flings C1 across the room like
a rag doll*
RB: What do you have in mind?
Chanserv: *watches C1 dazedly moving upon the bed, C2
still squirming in his hand*
C1: *his hand on his bleeding neck* You....monsters!
Chanserv: *strolls over and deposits C2 next to his
brother*
Chanserv: Uh! I am growing quite weary of that title.
Chanserv: It's simple, my friends: either engage in some
play with one another, or you will die... painfully and slowly etceteras,
etceteras.
RB: *walks over to Chanserv grinning* Now why didn't I
think of that?
C1: *looks aghast at the pair and then at his brother*
You can't be serious!
Chanserv: *bears his fangs in a toothy grin* I assure
you I am.
Chanserv: It is not as if you are unfamiliar with the
act....now is it?
C2: Brother...
C1: ...
C2: *looks plaintively at C1
C1: *looks at his brother horrified* *looks at the sharp
fangs even more horrified*
C1: Will you let us go afterwards? *pleads*
Chanserv: *looks thoughtful* Hmmm...If I enjoy your
performance. Sound fair, my dear? *shoots a glance at RB*
RB: *looks at them* If memory suits me well, you were
always so enthusiastic...I believe that we will have good reason to let you
go...*nods at Chanserv in agreement*
Chanserv: Ah! I like what I hear already. *slaps hands
together and rubs them* Now, if you will begin gentleman; other suitors await.
C2: *gulps nervously and extends a shaky hand toward his
brother's face
C1: *doesn't move as the hand reaches his face*
C2: Just...just pretend they're not here, Brother.
C2: *lands a gentle kiss on his brother's trembling
lips*
RB: Uhmmm, they don't like having an audience do they?
C1: *furtive glance at the two before slowly kissing
back*
Chanserv: *draws up a chair* Hehe, no I suppose not.
Chanserv: *pulls RB down in his lap*
RB: *nestles himself comfortably and looks back toward
the bed*
Chanserv: *chews gently on RB's ear* Let's give them
some peace.
RB: *looks up at Chanserv* Uhm?
Chanserv: *turns RB's head back to the bed and resumes
nibbling* Shhhh...
C2: *swallows again and tries to block out their hushed
whispers*
C2: *pulls off the tattered remnants of his brother's
collar*
C1: *takes his brother's hand and looks into his eyes*
C1: *slowly lifts the soft finger to his mouth*
C2: *feels himself stiffen in spite of himself at the
sight*
C2: *blushes hard*
C1: *slowly starts sucking on the finger*
C2: *watches as C1 draws it in and out between his full
lips*
C2: *lets out a small whimper*
Chanserv: *clasps RB's hand and pulls his fingers to his
mouth*
RB: *surprised, takes his eyes off the brothers and look
up to Chanserv*
Chanserv: *absently teases RB's digits as he watches the
honey-haired twins*
RB: *smiles and makes himself more comfortable against
Chanserv as his attention returns to the bed*
C2: *is fumbling with his brother's shirt buttons with
his free hand*
C1: *rolls the finger in his mouth as he slowly pulls
his brother over him*
C2: *frees his finger from his brother's mouth and
trails it down his exposed chest leaving moist tracks along his heated skin*
C1: *slowly stiffens under the moist touch*
C2: *blows cool air over the damp trails, wringing a
shiver from his brother*
C1: *shivering, lets out a soft moan*
C2: *rids himself of his shirt and covers C1's body with
his own*
C2: *holds him for a moment before trailing kisses down
his neck*
C1: *runs his hand in the soft honey hair, smiling
expectantly*
Chanserv: *tickles RB's ear with his breath* The first
one seems to have warmed up to the idea.
RB: *whispers back as to not interrupt* Oh, I wouldn't
worry too much...his brother will soon play along...
C2: *suckles at the hollow of C1's throat, lavishing his
tongue along his collarbone*
C1: *whispers* Jean-Louis...
Jean-Louis: *looks up into the mirror image of his
brother's face* .....
C1: *pulls his brother down and kisses him deeply*
Jean-Louis: *small cry is muffled by his brother's kiss*
Jean-Louis: *trembles slightly as C1 holds him close*
C1: *explores the familiar mouth deeply, pulling his
brother even closer*
Jean-Louis: *thinks* I can feel their eyes on
me...Sylvain, this may be our last night together. *squeezes eyes more tightly
shut*
Sylvain: *brushes away a strand of hair* Jean-Louis...
Jean-Louis: *opens his eyes* Sylvain...
Sylvain: *looks sadly into his brother's eyes, seeming
to read his thoughts* A grand finale?
Jean-Louis: *bites his bottom lip and pauses*
Jean-Louis: Just tell me what you want, Brother. I will
do anything you like tonight...
Sylvain: *kisses his brow* I love you...
Chanserv: *clears his throat*
Sylvain: *turns his head, glaring at Chanserv*
Jean-Louis: *catches sight of warning in Chanserv's
eyes*
Jean-Louis: Sylvain...
Sylvain: . . .
Jean-Louis: *backs hastily down toward Sylvain's feet
and pulls deftly at the loosened laces of his pants*
Sylvain: *returns his full attention to his brother*
Sylvain: *notices the look of panic crossing his face* .
. .
Jean-Louis: *covers his fear with a small smile*
Sylvain: *nods reassuringly to his brother*
Jean-Louis: *releases Sylvain's length from the confines
of the fabric*
Jean-Louis: Please look only at me tonight, Brother.
Jean-Louis: *suddenly engulfs him with practiced skill*
Sylvain: *smiles* I will...
Sylvain: *gasps at the sudden surge of sensation*
Jean-Louis: *pulls his lips gently along his length,
massaging it sensuously with his tongue*
Jean-Louis: *teases the tip as he pulls back, swirling
his tongue about the head*
Sylvain: *clenches the silk sheets, loosing control*
RB: *unconsciously caressing Chanserv's arm, his eyes
riveted on the scene before him*
Chanserv: *runs his tongue along RB's finger, mimicking
the play before them*
Jean-Louis: *rubs his stiffening arousal against
Sylvain's leg as he steadily builds his pace*
Sylvain: *moans his brother’s name, his own need growing
by the second*
Jean-Louis: *attempts to maintain control, aching
manhood begging for touch*
Jean-Louis: *chokes out* Sylvain....Sylvain...please…
Sylvain: *runs his hand down his brother’s slick chest*
Sylvain: *lightly caresses his manhood, his eyes on the
face before him*
Jean-Louis: *head falls backward with a pleased sigh as
Sylvain's hand closes around his manhood*
Sylvain: *gently strokes, at a painfully slow rate*
Jean-Louis: *whimpers and moans as he thrusts himself
against Sylvain's hand trying to increase the friction*
Sylvain: *a smile crosses his face as he begins to
increase his speed*
Jean-Louis: Sylvain....*hand wanders down the valley of
his rear, fingers probing deep as he touches himself*
Chanserv: *eyebrow arches as he watches Jean-Louis*
Chanserv: Quite an eager performer, as you said my dear
RB.
RB: *takes a quick glance at Chanserv* They are
something alright. *looks back at Sylvain stroking his brother madly*
Jean-Louis: *manages to wrench his attention away from
pleasuring himself and peers through thick lashes at his brother*
Jean-Louis: Sylvain...*blushing deeply* ..take
me...please?
Sylvain: *smiles and slowly pushes his brother under
him*
Jean-Louis: I don't ever want to be apart from you....
Sylvain: You won't...
Sylvain: *gently probes Jean-Louis with his finger* You
won't...
Jean-Louis: *grasps Sylvain's shoulders and cries out*
Sylvain: *slowly moves in deeper, in a soft circular
motion*
Jean-Louis: *gasps and moans at the pressure of
invasion, his brother's name falling from his lips*
Sylvain: *pulls in and out, slowly at first, and then
increasing ever so slightly*
Jean-Louis: *squirms underneath as Sylvain stretches
him*
Jean-Louis: *brow knits as the pressure increases*
Sylvain: *suddenly pulls out and carefully enters his
brother*
Jean-Louis: *sucks air in sharply as Sylvain pushes against
his entrance*
Sylvain: *forces himself deeper into Jean-Louis*
Jean-Louis: Ahhh! Hurts...Sylvain...
Sylvain: *freezes*
Sylvain: *gently caresses his face* I'm sorry...
Jean-Louis: *looks up at his brother, tears brimming at
the corners of his eyes*
Jean-Louis: More...
Sylvain: *wipes away a tear* You’re sure?...
Jean-Louis: *clings tightly to Sylvain* If it's you...
Sylvain: *smiles and nods*
Sylvain: *slowly continues his progression, trying to
hurt his brother as little as possible*
Jean-Louis: *eyes slip shut with a long moan as his
brother fills him*
Sylvain: *moves in and out in a slow rhythmic motion,
watching his brother's reaction
Jean-Louis: *murmurs his brother's name again as his
body adjusts to the sensation and his desire takes over*
Jean-Louis: Yes...
Sylvain: *accelerates the rhythm of his rocking*
Jean-Louis: *reaches down and strokes his swollen
manhood, arching and moaning at the twin pleasures bombarding his senses*
Chanserv: Hmpf. The boy can't get enough of himself...
Chanserv: *smirks and whispers* Tell me RB, do you like
to indulge yourself as well?
Sylvain: *pumps his twin harder and faster*
RB: *shrugs* Why would I have need to?...There was
always someone to do it for me... *waves at the two*
Chanserv: *pouts a bit* I was teasing...
RB: *looks back up at his lover* I know. I'm sorry...
RB: *caresses the soft face*
Chanserv: *caresses RB's cheek in turn* Would you like
to punish them, my dear?
RB: I am getting thirsty...
Chanserv: *mischief glinting in his eyes* Then you are
in for a treat.
RB: *smiles like a small child* I am?
Chanserv: *motions to the love-locked twins* Watch those
two closely and follow when I tell you to.
RB: Okay. *tilts his head, curious*
Jean-Louis: *passionate cries gaining urgency as his
brother pounds him*
Sylvain: *feels himself coming as he thrusts himself
deeper into his twin*
Jean-Louis: *practically weeps as he feels himself
plunge over the edge, coming in jets across his twin's stomach*
Chanserv: Now!
RB: *springs to his feet*
Sylvain: *screams as he comes, feeling his brother on
him*
Chanserv: *guides RB swiftly to the twins’side and
grasps Jean-Louis’s neck*
RB: *imitating Chanserv, grabs Sylvain's neck*
Chanserv: *sinks his teeth deep into the orgasaming
courtier and drinks deeply*
RB: *bites into the soft skin, letting the blood flow as
he drinks*
Jean-Louis: *eyes roll back into his head as Chanserv
embraces him*
Jean-Louis: *lets out a strangled cry of pleasure*
Sylvain: *his screams become pure terror as he feels the
sharp teeth on his neck*
Chanserv: *head snaps up at Sylvain's scream*
Chanserv: Gently RB, gently.
Chanserv: Don't spend him all at once.
RB: *eyes wild, looks up at Chanserv, blood trickling
down his lip* Uhm?
Chanserv *cannot help laughing at the sight*
Chanserv: It is a wild treat is it not?
RB: What's so funny??
Chanserv: I guess I cannot blame you for being so eager.
Blood at the point of climax is terribly potent.
RB: Is it now?
RB: *goes back to drinking the blood, but more slowly
this time*
Chanserv: Hehe. You are so spoiled fledgling. All you've ever dined on is the blood of kings and
crying lovers.
Chanserv: *turns his attention back to his swooning
prey*
RB: *looks back at Chanserv, blushing lightly* You could
have had the King too...
Chanserv: *smoothes Jean-Louis's damp tresses from his
face, smiles and tilts his head to the side*
Chanserv: *bends and draws slowly from the twin's veins*
RB: *following Chanserv's lead, restrains himself into
slowly drinking from Sylvain's throat*
Jean-Louis: *body quakes with afterglow and embrace, a
drunken smile on his lips*
RB: *takes deep gulps as he feels Sylvain's body tense
and then relax*
Chanserv: *with effort, pulls himself from his
delectable treat, licking the wound closed, and lying the courtier down
carefully on the covers*
Chanserv: *wipes his mouth with the back of his hand,
cleaning each drop from his skin with relish*
RB: *still drinking eagerly*
Chanserv: *inhales deeply and sighs, a sated expression
on his face*
Chanserv: *watches RB and his prey for a moment*
Chanserv: RB.
RB: *looks up* . . .
Chanserv: That's enough.
RB: But...
Chanserv: *looks sympathetically at RB* You want to
enjoy them again do you not?
Chanserv: *strokes Jean's head as he admonishes his
lover*
RB: *looks at Sylvain and sighs heavily* I guess so.
RB: Humm....How did you close that wound? *raises
eyebrow*
Chanserv: Lick his wound with that intent. Hold your
lust or it will not heal.
RB: Sounds easy enough....
RB: *concentrates on healing and licks the wound*
RB: *looks up proudly* Tada! *realizes the wound still
bleeding* Uh??
Chanserv: *hides his amusement behind his fist*
Chanserv: Try again. And hold your lust.
RB: *grumbles*
RB: *breathes deeply, trying to eliminate all lust and
tries again*
RB: *does not focus on the wound, but instead looks at
Chanserv, hopeful*
Chanserv: *smiles encouragingly*
RB: *eyes grow wide like a child* *looks at the wound
once was*
RB: *beams as he realizes he did it* Look! *points at it
and looks at Chanserv*
Chanserv: *walks over and embraces RB, laughing proudly*
Indeed you did, my fledgling.
Chanserv: *tips RB's delighted face up* You are adorable
my dear one.
RB: *embraces his lover feeling over-excited*
RB: *blushes* Am I really?
Chanserv: *crouches down to face RB* *tweaks his nose*
Yes.
RB: That was cute! *smiles*
Chanserv: *licks a spot of stray blood from the corner
of RB's mouth* Hot and cold, like a summer storm you are. *tweaks his nose
again*
RB: *brings his fingers up to his nose* Do you like
summer storms?
Chanserv: *distant* Yes....
RB: *takes Chanserv's face in his hands and looks into
his eyes*
RB: . . .
Chanserv: *smiles distractedly* You remind me of
someone...
Chanserv: …of a summer storm...
RB: *smiles sadly* Someone you miss?
Chanserv: *smile turns feral again* Someone I killed.
RB: And?
Chanserv: *lifts RB above him and spins him around the
room* And this! *captures RB's mouth in a kiss*
RB: *decides Chanserv is not about to divulge anything*
*giggles and kisses him back deeply*
Chanserv: We've had our dessert before dinner! Aren't we
uncivil?
RB: Chanserv? *cute pleading face*
Chanserv: Yes, my dear? Are you eager to kill some real
prey tonight?
RB: *blushes* Uhhm....Not exactly...it's
just....*blushes a deeper shade of red*
Chanserv: *smiles knowingly* What then? What is it you
want?
Chanserv: *runs his nails lightly down the back of RB's
neck*
RB: *looks up to Chanserv still blushing* Can we go back
to the party?....I...errr...
Chanserv: *eyebrows raise as he watches his lover
stammer*
RB: *breathes* I want you to dance with me... *eyes fall
to his feet, feeling like a complete idiot*
Chanserv: ...
RB: *stutters* I...uhmm…sorry! Forget I said anything!
RB: *takes a step back*
Chanserv: *catches RB's arm and sweeps him across the
room*
Chanserv: *pulls him in great, graceful waltz steps
around the bedroom*
RB: *blushes at first and then smiles happily as he
follows Chanserv in the waltz*
Chanserv: I have never refused anyone a dance my dear
RB...You must know though that we can only dance in the shadows from now on.
Chanserv: Unless, that is, you would like to set the
whole of France in an uproar...
RB: *rests his head on Chanserv chest* I do not
care...as long as I'm dancing with you...
Chanserv: *leads RB in a silent waltz, their silhouettes
crossing the face of the moon, the only audience peering through tall bedroom
windows*
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Fin...?