Oceanus

“Ilyanis, wait!”

Valdrik hollered as he attempted to keep up with the younger man, the shuffling of his feet echoing in the lengthy hallway which led down to the main cabins. Pale eyes followed the other's backside and lifted momentarily, just long enough for their owner to duck, barely missing the door which Ilyanis had thrown open.

“How dare he!”

The brunet scooped up a pillow from a nearby divan and blindly tossed it in Valdrik's direction, turning away to grab another as the larger man snatched it out of the air and set it down.

“It was bound to happen,” he said, carefully stepping up behind the enraged Russian, putting distance between Ilyanis and the rest of the silk pillows. “Your lover is a very attractive man, and some of the guests we have aboard come here to play a different sort of game, as opposed to the legalized gambling we have to offer.”

Angry brown eyes glared from beneath the fringe of Ilyanis' bangs, showing more fear than anything. The blackjack dealer knew that he was treading on eggshells—what with his being in the man's room without his lover there to make sure nothing happened-- and he kept his cool, slowly taking a look around the room while Ilyanis calmed down.

“He's always doing this to me,” he whispered, his head down. “It happened in Portland before we boarded, as well.”

Valdrik sighed and turned his back suddenly, earning a gasp of surprise from the smaller man. He walked to the door and opened it, not bothering to turn back as he spoke, his voice somber but somewhat interested nonetheless.

“This is a private matter concerning the both of you. As an employee of the ship, I can't get in the middle of it without it becoming a liability for the cruise line. I'm sorry, Ilyanis.”

His large form slipped out into the hallway, where he began to walk brusquely, a broad smile on his face. He had plans for the beautiful Russian man, but he would have to discuss the terms with the Italian before anything went ahead-

“Valdrik.”

The blond looked up and whistled, stopping his jaunty walk and holding his arms out to the large Italian.

“Care to tell me who you decided on this time?”

Valdrik referred to the pretty bleached blond at the elder man's side, a man who looked more like a boy and who was undoubtedly close to being under age. The card dealer looked him over for a minute, deciding that he might have been nineteen, though the light stubble on his chin could have been full growth and not simply a close shave, leading him to hang dangerously close to being jail bait.

“How old, Roman?”

The amorous guest wrapped his arm a little tighter around the boy's waist and turned his head to kiss him briefly but firmly..

“He says that he's twenty, but I'm sure you and I know better, am I right?”

The young man blushed as Valdrik nodded, obviously embarrassed by their close scrutiny. Vald stood aside and let the pair pass, knowing exactly where the brutish Italian was going. He had an appetite for sex that his young lover could hardly keep up with, so with a simple phone call and a fistful of large denomination currency, Roman had a few things promised to him by the organizer of such secret pleasures. The boy—Daniel, as Valdrik knew him-- was purchased at the beginning of the trip as a traveling companion, whether it be for conversation, arm candy or sex.

Roman had specified that the bought companion be blond, slim of build but not skinny and that he be submissive in all ways, whether it be in public or in the bedroom. He had not told Ilyanis about his purchase but the lithesome Russian would soon find out just what money could buy aboard the Oceanus.

“Mind the mess, Roman,” he warned, as he gained a wink from the elder man. “The housekeeping staff are paid to keep their silence, but even a few extra dollars in their pockets won't hide bloody sheets when inventory time comes.”

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Ilyanis had fetched the pillow he had tossed and was just about to sit on the balcony when Roman entered, along with his new toy. The brunet frowned and ducked into the small kitchenette, angry enough with his lover to violently punch the cupboards that lined the wall.

“Ilya, come out here.”

The little Russian slunk his way out into the seating area with his head down, his sleight frame shaking from the rage he felt, over his lover's obvious affair. He stopped about ten feet from the larger man and started to look up, his brilliant stare landing on the young blond to Roman's left. The boy was grinning; a smug smile that Ilyanis immediately wanted to wipe off with a sharp slap.

“I'm not comfortable with this,” he warned, looking from the blond to his lover. “Send him away, Roman. I don't want him here.”

“He's staying. Daniel will be staying with us for the remainder of the voyage.”

Ilyanis' scowled darkened impossibly and he nodded in acceptance, knowing what sort of man Roman was when he was denied something he really wanted.

“Good boy, now get undressed. Leave your clothes on the floor and get up onto the couch there.”

Roman toed the closest piece of furniture to indicate which one he meant and began to undress Daniel, peeling the formal clothing away from his lean body quickly, desperate to bury his cock inside of the young man's tight confines. He had been promised by the organizer of the entertainment that Daniel was tight, so the thrill of forcing his thickness into him caused Roman's balls to ache in anticipation.

Ilyanis, now nude, turned to look back over his shoulder, unhappy to see his long-time lover openly kissing the bought male. He could hear Daniel's moans of arousal and the twitch of his cock sealed it for the young Russian, who cleared his throat to interrupt them, earning himself a glare from Roman, though the Italian player never took his lips from Daniel's in order to do so.

“Face away from us, Ilya,” he ordered, his large hands gentle on Daniel's hips as he walked the now-nude blond to the couch. “Daniel, please prepare yourself with the oils there.”

He pointed to the small bottles on the side table, conveniently disguised as perfume bottles. “Make sure to spread them around and add some to Ilya as well, will you?”

The boy nodded and Roman stepped back to watch, standing off to the side where the view was the clearest. He undressed himself as he glued his eyes to the pair, nearly working blind as he licked his lips and groaned out loud when Ilyanis gasped and Daniel sucked in a sudden breath, when his slicked fingers slipped inside of the little Russian. Daniel's clean hand rested on Ilyanis' back and Roman's mind begged him to order the blond to roughly fuck the other, but he was far too eager to let things pan out into a more dignified, relaxed encounter instead.

Ilyanis let himself move backwards a touch, his feet hanging off of the edge of the cushions and his ass displayed deliciously, tilted up at just the right angle for Daniel to finger him thoroughly, the digits sliding out with ease and back in with a matching groan from both men.

Roman, now as nude as the others, moved to stand behind Daniel, leaning heavily against him to grab a bottle the blond had not touched. Inside was a lubricant he preferred to the others, a pink-tinted fluid that warmed on contact with the body and that left a delightful tingling sensation behind, long after the actual fucking had ceased.

Daniel licked his lips and turned his head, receiving a deep kiss from the large Italian, his cock going rigid as Roman nipped at his tongue. Ilyanis' groan of frustration as Daniel stopped fingering him caused the other men to look his way, bringing an obvious blush to the Russian's face. He loved to be fucked as much as any of the lovers Roman had been with in the past but he loathed being ignored, even when in the presence of a third partner he cared little for.

“Please, Roman,” he begged, his body electrified with need, now that he had been teased. “Make him finish it or continue what he was doing.”

A broad grin slithered its way onto the darker man's face. “Did you like the way he touched you, Baby?”

Ilyanis nodded and bucked his ass back a little, hoping to attract the blond back to it.

“Good. Daniel, you can have him now but once you're in, wait a moment before pulling back out, is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

The blond took his cock with his slick hand and with the other, he pulled at Ilyanis' left buttock, opening the hole a bit more and forcing the head inside with an abrupt shift of his hips. The Russian cried out sharply but only for the barest hint of a second and then calmed right down, savoring the sensation of the younger man's cock sliding in.

He tightened himself around it when he felt both of the boy's hands on his hips, earning a growl of satisfaction from Daniel. The blond stayed where he was and Ilyanis felt his weight lean more heavily against his backside so he looked back, noticing immediately that Roman was looking down, one hand on Daniel's shoulder and the other disappearing between them.

The bottle Roman preferred was still in the upper hand and Ilyanis scowled to himself, upset with the knowledge that his lover would use his favorite, most expensive lubricant on a whore he had only just rented. The weight of both men laid against him and Ilyanis forced himself to stay upright against the couch, his toes curling as he used what little strength he had in his upper body to keep his chest from pushing on the upper portion of the heavy furniture.

The Russian felt Daniel's head on his shoulder and he could both feel and hear the blond's breath in his ear, causing him to pant slightly, as it was a serious turn on for him, one which Roman regularly exploited. Daniel suckled at the shell of his ear and then began to nibble the lobe while breathing heavily, an act Ilyanis found strange, especially considering the intimate nature of it and how rare it was to find men with an ear fetish. It dawned on him then, that maybe Roman had mentioned it to the blond on their way there, so that he could vicariously exploit the erogenous spot through Daniel's ministrations.

“Ah, God!”, Ilyanis cried out, as Roman slid himself back, giving Daniel freedom of movement again, with which freedom the blond used to lower a hand and stroke Ilyanis' cock along with the meager thrusts he was conducting, trying in vain to obey Roman's demand that he still himself.

The large Italian, well-versed in the ways of intimate torture, noticed Daniel's movements and he smiled as he slapped the blond's ass hard, leaving twin hand prints in the pale skin. Daniel grunted as if the action had hardly fazed him, though the reddening cheeks would surely be bruised come morning. Roman rubbed his large palms over the abused flesh and leaned forward just enough to growl into Daniel's ear, saying nothing in particular but voicing his raw demands nonetheless.

Ilyanis, again nearly ignored by the pair, shoved his ass back against Daniel and then moved forward again, working at an imperfect rhythm as he fucked himself on the blond's decent-sized member. It was no cock belonging to his large lover, but enjoying anal sex as much as Ilyanis did, he was not going to argue about the size of the man fucking him. It felt nice enough to be filled, let alone have the thick organ slide around his insides by itself, but in times of desperation, the lithesome Russian knew what had to be done to satisfy oneself on occasion.

“You see how he loves your manhood, Daniel?” Roman asked in a harsh whisper, the sound of desire dripping from each syllable, his breath moist and hot against the blond's ear. “He loves to be spanked as well, did you know that? My Ilya can be tied up, hung from the ceiling and raped with a dildo the size of my forearm, yet he still moans like a whore when he's entered and made to wait for his punishment.”

Ilyanis knew what the punishment was for. He had become too enamored with the German blackjack dealer and Roman had no doubt researched the man and found something he could use against him. The Russian banker knew the ways of the corrupt well enough and with Roman doing what he did best—blackmail—there was hardly anything that could be a possible reason otherwise.

If only Ilyanis knew the truth about Roman and Valdrik. So many secrets...

“Move now, Daniel.”

The blond dug his fingers into Ilyanis' hips and pulled back on them as he thrust forward, slowly dragging himself from the tight hole and then repeating the process, his hips smacking against the Russian's ass, the rhythmic sound giving Roman a tempo to work with as well.

He pulled away from Daniel each time the blond moved forward to impale Ilyanis, then pulled him back onto his cock when the youngest male slid himself from the banker. It was slightly awkward but the trio figured it out without having to discuss it out loud, the sound of damp skin against damp skin filling the room, along with moans from the smaller men. Roman stayed remarkably silent—nothing new to Ilyanis-- and continued to thrust hard into Daniel, pleased with hos tight he was.

The Italian made a mental note to add a generous tip to the money he would pay his supplier at the end of the trip and topped off the happy thought with a grunt, as he emptied himself into the blond, feeling the squelch of his own seed as he slowed down and then pulled out. He cupped his hand over the head of his cock and walked way to the bathroom, snatching up a cloth and wiping himself clean, as he watched the pair finish without him.

Ilyanis, now unburdened by the force of the Italian behind him as well, pushed himself up with one hand and moved the other to Daniel's neck, tugging him closer to his ear. His moans increased in pitch as the blond nibbled at him again, breathing heavily against the Russian and then crying out loudly as he came, bucking his hips violently. He weakly continued to stroke Ilyanis and even the tiny bit of contact was enough, causing the elder of the two to erupt meekly, his creamy dribbles soiling the pillow beneath him.

Roman clapped his hands like a connoisseur enjoying a brilliantly performed show, stepping over while still naked and giving Daniel's ass a little pat, urging him to back off and step away. The blond did indeed move and vanished into the bathroom, closing the door and running water for a quick shower, leaving the lovers alone for a few moments.

“Roman,” Ilyanis began, slowly silenced by a deep kiss and a pinch to his right nipple.

“There's nothing to say, Baby,” Roman countered, tugging the dirty pillow from between his lover's legs and holding it out, intent on tossing it into the hamper for the morning laundry collection. “I wanted the situation to happen just like that, so you wouldn't get to have me inside you. This way, both of you are pleased and the rest of this trip will be more enjoyable for us all.”

“I don't want to share you.”

“That's too goddamn bad. I paid a high price for him, to make sure he was skilled, clean and nearly unused, so you'd better get used to it. There's only a week left. Then I'll have my meeting and we can fly back to Sicily. Daniel will be picked up by someone else at the port hotel, no doubt.”

“...I guess. Can I lay down now? I wanted to bathe first but I guess I can't just yet.”

Roman sat down on the far side of the couch and scooped the smaller man into his lap, gently carding a hand through Ilyanis' hair, his manicured nails scratching lovingly at the Russian's scalp.

“You're such a good boy. I think we'll have some similar fun tonight, what do you say? Daniel's very interested in the darker side of most sexual relationships, so there are a few things I'd like to show him.”

Ilyanis paled and swallowed audibly, his eyes flickering to the master bedroom. “Did you even bring your case?”

The case—something Ilyanis dreaded seeing open--was a steel and leather trunk Roman prided himself on. It contained all of the sex toys, lubricants and other implements of torture he used on the young banker, on top of the regular items he brought in his luggage. There was even a sling which could be hooked up in the over-sized marble and tile shower stall, which served as a place to hang while being serviced or a place to be strung up into, where a man could be fucked while relaxing.

“It's in the closet in the second bedroom. I haven't taken anything out of it besides the warming lotion, but I think Daniel needs to enjoy the items inside of it the way you do.”

“'Enjoy'? You make it sound like I want you to do those things to me.”

The grand Italian chuckled and viciously gripped Ilyanis by the neck, squeezing his fingers into the soft, pale skin. Ilyanis gripped the man's hand with both of his own, frightened and trying to pry the vice-like hold from his delicate body. Roman had been in trouble in the past for being overzealous with his lovers during their more dangerous play and it scared Ilyanis just a little bit, each time he was attacked in such a way.

“It'll be done tonight, Baby. Get your ass cleaned up after he gets out and we'll have a nice, relaxing afternoon. I'll order some cold drinks and treats to have on the balcony and once the sun goes down, I'll be expecting a few treats of my own.”