Hounds and bitches, chap.17

Posted by admin on March 16th, 2008 filed in Hounds and Bitches

After a while Aodh managed to tear away, his lips bleeding, blood meshed.
“You said you’d come to me. You said you’d fuck me. So fuck me. Keith. Fuck me.” His eyes shone even in the twilight. He ran his hand over Keith’s bare back, fondling the welts.

“Like this? In here?” Keith asked in a whisper, his own fingers slipping under Aodh’s clothes to tease his skin. He shuddered, both in pain and pleasure, his own eyes bright as well.

“Yes. Like this. In here. Keith. Here.”
Aodh laughed lowly. “Here.”

Keith pulled his cloak off and tossed it on the ground. Then he pulled Aodh down with him, lips going for lips once more. He wanted it. Wanted more and more.
“Here then,” he whispered and continued kissing him, fingers seeking to strip him naked.

“Here,” Aodh murmured, heated fingers unlacing and untying, stripping himself and Keith.

Finally they were both naked and Keith pressed Aodh close to him, running fingers over pale skin. He was truly mad for him. Or it was the darkness. yes, the darkness.

“Daggers in the dark,” Aodh whispered. “This is what we are. Fangs and claws of darkness, Keith. And so madly in love with it. Feel it? Do you feel it?”
More kisses and bites, going down and down Keith’s body.

“Oh yes,” Keith answered, writhing against Aodh, feeling every little touch and kiss. There was no place for logic or games here. They were beyond that. For now. For these moments here.

Aodh smiled, getting lower and lower until his lips touched Keith’s swollen member. He blew on it. Steaming breath. Then he touched it, pulled away, touched again. Kissed it.

Keith mewled, again wishing to just bury himself inside wet warmth. It would be so good.
“Yes,” he whispered, no, hissed.

Aodh smiled and nibbled upon his foundation, licking and savoring, sampling, relishing. Blue eyes shimmered at Keith, slender fingers fondling with balls and lastly - prostate.

Keith sought to be deeper and so he thrust forward. He shivered and shuddered through each moment, until Aodh’s fingers managed to find that spot and Keith cried out in pleasure.

Aodh chuckled around his cock and oh, he took him deep, as deep as he could hold, placing a fist around the shaft and hence creating a total illusion of deep throating.
So good in here. He closed his eyes and let his mind go. Fly away, fly into Keith and roam there.

Keith growled a little, mostly in pleasure. He was nearing his peak already as he moved back and forth. His fingers gripped Aodh’s shoulders, but they were shuddery and he did not get a good hold.
So hot, so good…he had not known it could truly be so good…

Aodh felt it, and concentrated on the sensitive head, going round and round, actually sucking it as if he’d had the treat of his life. His eyes grinned.

“Going to…” Keith managed to whisper before he jerked and came, shooting his seed into Aodh’s mouth, digging his nails into soft skin.

Aodh swallowed. Now, there was lot of it. When he finally lifted his head, his lips glistened and he chuckled.
“Now, honest, for how long had you been saving that?”
He ran a single nail over Keith’s body.

“I don’t come for pleasure, usually,” Keith whispered with quite some effort. He pulled Aodh close to him, because he felt cold. Because he wanted to.
“That was good.”

Aodh kissed his neck, pulling him close into his embrace.
“I am glad, then. I hoped it would be.”

“You’re so strange, Aodh,” Keith said and realized that it was probably the first time ever that he had called the other by his name.
“You’re so strange.”
Keith was hot in Aodh’s arms, still flushed and trembling from his orgasm.

“I suppose I am,” Aodh replied in whisper. “I suppose I am. A damned creature of the dark. A damned creature in love with the dark.”

“We are all damned, aren’t we?” Keith asked softly.

Aodh shrugged. “Might be. Some more, some less. Nobles surely are, each and every one of them, even the fair and innocent. Born damned.
Born damned, Keith.
Even you can escape your curse. I bear mine in my blood.
I’d ask something of you, Keith. Once, when we’re either done with it, or failed, but once we’re at the end, I want you to lift my curse.”

“Lift your curse?” Keith asked curiously. His still fuzzy mind did not gather much at the moment.

“Kill me, Keith,” Aodh explained softly.

Keith went silent then.
Right now he could not even fathom having to do that. He did not want to think about doing that. Aodh had given him power…how could he kill him? But this could be his way to repay for all that.
After it all was over. If it would ever be over.
“I will try to,” he said finally. “I will try to.”

“Thank you,” Aodh whispered and kissed him. “We better return. Before Lord Kester will seek and find us both gone. Before others would seek and find the same.”

“We will have to see about that fuck later then,” Keith said with a smirk, wanting to get over that thought…he did not want to think about it.
“Let’s go. And you will tell me how to behave like a good little noble.”

Aod laughed.
“There ARE no good little nobles. Be what you are, play what you know and be arrogant as if you owned the world - or at least a fief of it.”

“Arrogant. Mmmh. I can do that.”
Keith began to get dressed. It took him some time, because he was still a little shaken up, but finally he was back in blood red, the fur-lined cloak around him and as haughty-looking as a table-full of lords.

Aodh gazed at him while dressing.
“Excellent. Keep that up, practice, and you shall outdance them all.
I have said and I will say it again - you are noble either by birth or by character. But you are.”

“Don’t know anything of my parents,” Keith said quietly, the look failing for a moment. Then he got it back up again.
Yes. Play and dance.

“Would you like to?”

“Does it matter? If they are dead, they’re dead. If they are alive, they would not even want to be associated with someone like me. Besides, nobody knows. I only remember the orphanage and running away when it got too bad.”

Aodh sighed and shrugged.
“Alright then. Your choice. But now, you must go to Lord Kester and be a good little lapdog. I believe he has been missing you. Go, be extremely good to him. He’s been upset over all the recent events, especially when it concerns Seoras.”

“Yes. A good little lapdog,” Keith muttered darkly. “See you.”
He kissed Aodh’s cheek, then turned and walked out. He made his way to Kester’s room, where he found the lord asleep. Quietly Keith stripped down only to his shirt, then slipped under the covers.

Appeared as if even fief lords could have nightmares, because Lord Kester twisted and turned, trashed, muttered something and almost moaned.

Keith would have to wake him up. So he took the man by the shoulders and shook him lightly.
“Your Lordship?” he asked quietly.

“Don’t…” Lord Kester muttered. “Oh please don’t, please don’t. Don’t kill him.. no, please. Father… Mother… Oh gods. Oh gods!”

“Your Lordship!” Keith called, now a little louder. He also shook him.
Damn it.

Kester’s eyes fluttered opened and he looked at Keith as if he didn’t know who the other was. He was still shivering and panting like a race horse.

“You were having a bad dream, Your Lordship,” Keith said softly, soothing him with small caresses and kisses both. “It is over now. It is alright.”

“Keith. Yes. Keith. Thank gods it’s you. I was… But that does not matter. Just a silly dream, huh? Now, we better get some good lunch, huh? You hungry? I am. For lunch. For you. Tell me, how are you? Did Aodh take good care of you? How’s your back? How’s that poor kid?”

“I am very well, Your Lordship,” Keith said with a smile, wrapping himself even more around Kester. “Aodh took care of me and the boy is now with someone who will take care of him. Aodh also told me a little about the court, so I will know how to behave.”
He was smart and did not mention the dream. He had to keep him happy.
“I can have lunch brought in, if you wish so.”

“Please, do so. I am starving. Something… something filling. For the road. We better eat well before going out to that….awesome weather. Right? So Aodh told you about court, huh? What did he tell you?”

“About the royal family. But now, I will go and ask for that lunch.”
Keith gave Kester a kiss hot enough to make the man forget all about the court, then unwrapped himself with a smile on his face, got properly dressed and went to get a maid. Having done that and told the girl what was needed, he came back.

Lord Kester nodded to himself.
“Court, aye. Guess I’ll have to bed the old hag again. But you… you keep well away from Cameron. Now that’s one evil bastard and he’ll get you in trouble with just no time. Lindsie’s a nice lass. I know the Queen seeks to marry her off to someone. Say, how about you tried to court her? That would make a nice joke - stealing her off from all the old and rich bachelors.”

Indeed, Keith thought. But he was not stupid. Something like that would never work.
On the outside he just smiled and said:”I have heard that the princess does not take well to courting. Your lunch should arrive soon. Meanwhile…”
Keith climbed onto the bed, laying beside Kester in a seductive pose. “How about I make you feel a little better, Your Lordship?” He licked his lips.

Lord Kester smiled.
“Now, if I didn’t know better I’d say you have really developed some crush on me. Looking at me like that, you little tease. Now, tell me, what evil plans you have with me, you flirt?”

“I would rather put these plans in action than tell you,” Keith answered with a small smirk. “But those plans do involve my lips and your cock, Your Lordship. That much I can tell.”
His eyes sparkled. If only the old fool had known why. Funny how the way to the hearts of most men was through their cocks. The thought was amusing.

“Oh,” said sir Eidard. “Oh. But those are… rather interesting plans, my dear. I would try to resist you, but I am old and weak of heart. And you are too pretty to be argued with, so… I surrender. Have your way with me, have it, my dear.”
He streaked on the bed, trying to look sexy.

Keith smiled and set to it. But first he worked his tongue over Kester’s neck, down to his chest and the nipples which also got pleasured. Downwards, ever, downwards he went, not forgetting to look up a few times with his wide pretty eyes.
Then he closed his lips around the head, licking and teasing it. Slowly he took the hardening member deeper, while he fondled Kester’s balls. He made small lusty noises and made sure that his look said that sucking this cock was one of the best things he had ever done. They loved to have his large slightly wet eyes looking up at them, while his lips glistened and their cock was in his mouth and throat both.
He sucked him then, like he was sucking on something impossibly tasty. Oh yes. He knew this. He was the best at this.

Lord Kester died somewhere along the road, and was reborn. He trashed, clawing into the silk sheet and Keith’s shoulders. He moaned. He growled. He whimpered. He grunted. He muttered nonsense and he LOOKED at Keith and loved what he saw.

Keith sucked vigorously, until he wrung both Kester’s orgasm and seed from him, swallowing it all. He licked him clean and came up to snuggle closer to him. His shoulders hurt a little, as did his throat, because Kester was not really that small. But he did not care. He had succeeded.
“I hope you enjoyed that, Your Lordship,” Keith whispered huskily, pressing his own hard cock against Kester’s thigh, “As I certainly did. Mmm.”
He had not enjoyed the process itself, but the result was very good. He liked the result.

Lord Kester was a little loss with words. Or a lot loss. All he managed to do was shiver and kiss Keith’s shoulder while his hand actually touched Keith’s cock and finally took a hold of it.

“Aah…oh yes, oh yes, please, please,” Keith babbled, while thrusting into Kester’s hand. “Please, kiss me,” he whispered, his lips wet. He did not care much for getting off, but it would be good. Kester would be even more into him. Looked like he was very much into Keith already.

And Kester did. Kiss him. Took those rosy lips and whispered him nonsense - Keith’s name, rose, rose, sweet rose. He also did another thing he just… felt like doing, being as satisfied as he was - he jacked Keith off. And he found he didn’t mind. Not with Keith.

Keith babbled too, but his words were carefully controlled and perfectly delivered. And he deliberately forgot to say “Your Lordship”, using Kester’s first name instead.
He came, with that name on his lips and his eyes open like windows to a soul, however, there was always a veil before his true feelings. The only reason why Kester did not see it was because there were so many feelings in front of the veil as well.

Lord Kester noticed that.
Strange. However…
“Keith? I… You called me Eidard.”

Keith made his eyes widen.
“Oh, I am so sorry, Your Lordship. So sorry, I did not mean to. I was just feeling so good…I am sorry.” He did his best to look apologetic.

Sir Eidard Kester sighed.
“Well… I guess I don’t mind. As long as you keep that name into my bed, it’s alright.”
Especially since it had rung so sweet.

“Yes, of course,” Keith said. “Did you…did you like it? What I did?” he asked, playing as if he were a little unsure of himself.

Lord Kester managed to chuckle.
“Now, Keith - you must know you were damnably good. Don’t play you don’t. Little rose, you could tempt the gods themselves. I damn well mean that, I do.”
He sighed. “I’m even afraid to take you to court. Too many could come and steal you away from me. So many would be younger, better looking. Why would you stay with one old lord… You could have the world, Keith.”

“I cannot be stolen,” Keith whispered. “There is only one to whose command you must submit. Everyone else is not important, they cannot do anything. I am glad that you enjoyed it.”
The world…indeed. The world. He was going to have his revenge and justice instead.

Kester nodded.
“Yes. The Queen. Sweet Beathag. She will take you. I can just see it. She’ll take you. Take you and dump me. Natural order of things, isn’t it, Keith? All want youth and beauty. I have neither.
Natural order of things, Keith.”

“But it is not well to remind ourselves of that, because it only brings sadness we do not need. We have two days, don’t we, before we get to the court. I will give you more pleasure.
However, by now I think that the lunch has arrived, so I think we should get properly attired.”
Keith tried to be soothing and he had again wrapped himself around Kester, so that the man would think of his flesh, not all those things that troubled him.

“You’re too kind, little rose,” Kester told him. “Too sweet, too kind. Yes. Let us not think of that. What will be, will be. I do believe in destiny, you know. I do. Dressed? Yes. Yes of course.”
And the lunch indeed did arrive, consisting of a variety of meat dishes, fruits, cheese, breads and other things tasty and sweet to the tongue.

Keith had fixed himself up a little, so he did not look so damnably fucked. Now he just looked beautiful. He waited again so that Kester could eat, but this time the hunger was not so bad. And no, he was not sweet. He was not kind, either. He was cruel and wicked, just like the rest of the world.

Having finished, Lord Kester rose and gathered his overcoat.
“Eat now. Then pack. We will leave soon. I will go pay my regards to our host.”