Know Thy Enemy

C H A P T E R 3 : Ravishment

Kyle had less than a few seconds to react before his face met intimately with the stone wall. Gloved fingers held him still. The sheer exactness of this action left the boy breathless and stunned. The archaic texture of rusticated marble bit into his skin.

“Who are…”

“You were not given permission to speak.” Replied the attacker with a cold evenness. The man’s voice was a resonant command that Kyle felt deep in his chest. The moments ticked on with a painful slowness as the shadow held sure and still. Kyle saw only the blurred wall before him. He could hear the oiled friction of leather gloves tightening on his skull.

Calculative options sifted through the boys mind. His attacker was using one hand. That left the other’s whereabouts a mystery. He was outclassed in strength and height. The man’s deep authoritative voice poisoned him with a keen paralysis. Kyle stewed in his own frustration as parts of his face began to numb against the moist coldness of the wall. Desperately, blindly, he kicked with vehemence at the aura behind him. Nothing connected.

“That will be enough.”

Another strong hand emerged from the darkness. The hand artfully spun him around. Kyle found himself audibly gasping at the man before him. No, he wasn’t staring at a man, but some ethereal creature from another world. The beauty frightened him. His assailant was an angel cast of marble and light. So unlike himself and yet, the eyes were rich and decadent in their subtle expressiveness. Kyle knew that if his hands were not bound he would not be able resist the urge to reach out and touch the demon before him.

The enchantment shattered into shards.

“Remove your clothes.”

“Excuse me…”

“I will not ask again. Remove them.” Kyle stood still in utter paralysis, eyes wide and reflective in the dimly lit room. Rough gloved hands began to forcefully push him to the ground. The fatigued muscles of his body shook as he resisted every inch of the unwilling descent. Kyle soon found his hands unbound, but far from mobile.

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Alban firmly planted his knee on the boys back. He could feel the tense muscles as they vibrated in agitation. The boy’s obstinate nature was shocking at the very least. His command hung heavily in the air, but the boy refused to comply. Sharply, he wound the silken strands of his pet’s hair around one hand. The boy’s back arched uncomfortably as he pulled the rope backward. A painful sigh broke the silence, but still the boy remained resolute. Alban sharply pulled at the boy’s hair to further demonstrate his displeasure. Kyle winced. His hands reached back to hold clutch his aching scalp. He desperately clawed at the blondie before his skin detached from the skull.

“Stop!”

Alban shifted his weight off the boy. Without mercy he shoved his victim’s face to the ground. “Again, you were not given permission to speak. You try my patience.”

“Fuck your patience!”

Alban tore the boy from the floor. Their faces were mere centimeters form one another. He stared with a quiet viciousness into the boy’s eyes. A murderous gaze met his own. The crack of energy silently washed over both men. At point blank range, they found themselves enraptured in a familiar dance of steel will.

Alban prepared to lash out at the boy once again, but his hand was stayed. The boy’s brow softened like rushing clouds in the night. Kyle’s expression was one of blossoming puzzlement. The blondie could sense the tension pouring out of the boy’s features. Kyle’s lip parted as if to reveal something sensuous and quiet. The moment sat delicately upon a suspended wire between the two of them.

“I did that to you?” questioned the boy in a whisper.

Alban’s brow furrowed. Realization dawned as the boy gently touched the blondie’s forehead to push a few strands aside. Beneath their curtain sat a muddied bruise from the night before. Warm moist skin touched his brow. The blondie flinched away from the sensation. He suddenly felt uncomfortable and marked under the boy’s gaze. His captive’s features walked a fine line between confusion and concern.

“Consider yourself very unique. No one has left a mark on me in half a decade.” Alban’s reply was drenched with venom.

Kyle’s complexion soured. “You were touching me while I slept. You’re sick.” The boy’s words sliced quietly through the air.

Alban could still sense the warm magnetic sensation where the boy had touched his forehead.

“That arrogant mouth…”

Alban swiftly hooked the boy’s collar between two fingers and tore. The high pitched cry of separating fibers echoed through the cold stone room. Cleanly, the garment halved from throat to waste.

“I will seal it.”

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In seconds the boy was bound by the remnants of his shirt. A chilling hand held him fast to the floor. Shivering and shirtless Kyle found his face once again contouring to cold stone. His struggles were cast on a whim. The situation seemed grim at best until he felt another cold hand manipulating his hair. It twined the tresses languidly. Anger swelled in him. The sharp snap of the tie flicked against his ear. A rich navy curtain poured over his shoulders. Kyle felt soft pieces drift to frame his face. They could all but hide his humiliation.

“An improvement.” said Alban with assurity.

Kyle sneered and readied his protest when he felt a cold metal collar snap shut around his neck. An audible gasp emptied from his lips as the silver band settled on his neck. Without pause his underwear and pants were quickly removed. Shredded away by skilled hands. Kyle found himself hunched down and chained to the ground. Wrists bound and shuddering. The room was cast in a blue glow. Kyle craned his neck in search of his attacker. He sat several feet away in shadow. The man was perfectly still, staring and watching. Kyle felt the violating gaze as it stroked him without. It roamed without pause, coldly appraising.

“What the hell do you want?”

“Obedience” rang out cold as ice.

“On what authority? I don’t even know why I’m here.” Kyle shifted so that he faced away from the wandering eyes. He could hear footsteps approaching. His stomach churned as the steps came closer.

Alban circled around and kneeled before the boy. The fabric of his tunic beautifully pooled as he dipped to one knee. His presence was a soft hum in the cold darkness. “I am your master, Alban Marte.” A warm gloved hand glided down his cheek and messaged the soft skin under his chin. “I chose you.” He whispered softly through saturated eyes. The gentleness of his touch shocked the boy. Kyle felt himself falling once again to this man. His magnetism and gravity shattered the boy’s defense.

Alban began drawing a hot line straight down. Its wake sent spasms of sensation through the boy’s body. Kyle flinched back, sending a musical clink through the air. Alban’s hand flared open as it reached his abdomen. Lightly scratching its way lower. The cold blue room seemed to drift away from consciousness. The supple leather sent ripples of sensation across Kyle’s ribcage. The tendrils traced his ribs and swirled in shocks up his spinal column. A dark melody filled the air. A strained tempo aching to be let free.

“Stop it” Kyle said with as much authority as he could manage. He struggled against the bonds. His wrists felt swollen and hot against the moisture beading on his skin. Alban’s hand slowed but did not waver from its path. Kyle could feel himself reacting. He felt sick and ashamed. Every fiber of his being screamed to cover himself-to lash out and run. By now the leather was hotter. It lit his belly afire and a delicious tightening spread deeper into his body. Alban’s hand tightened on the very source of Kyle’s humiliation.

“Stop!” he felt the material stretching against his wrists. The hot metal bruised his throat. His body convulsed in rejection. There was no escape. He felt poisoned. Rolling waves were washing him deeper into the blackness of this man. He lifted his eyes to the ceiling-his eyes called and pleaded for retribution. Never in his life had Kyle felt so helpless.

The hand began to pump more forcefully. Kyle pulled his legs inward and shifted away from the blondie, but instead he was elegantly turned around. No longer facing those horribly glorious eyes. His back was warm and soft against Alban’s tunic. More trapped than before, he could feel the ministration to his manhood-could feel the tenseness of Alban’s arm as it rubbed against him. Another warm caress sensuously nudged the hair from his neck. Skin touched skin for the first time and a deep ache poured into the muscles of Kyle’s neck and shoulder. Each kiss was a plucked string. Kyle began to shudder uncontrollably under the stimulus of its song.

“Oh god, stop…” his eyes slammed shut as he tore away from those warm lips. They found him again, teasing, dominating.

“This may hurt.” Alban whispered into his ear. Kyle felt something edging its way down. He caught a glimpse of a small silver band, when, without warning his head was pulled back and straight. Fingers of steel held him fast and still. Heated muscle and the scent of rain accosted his senses.

“You are mine, Kyle.” He accentuated the boy’s name. A low rumbling sound that tightened the muscles of Kyle’s chest. “This will remind you of that fact every day. You will see it everyday.” He clutched the boy’s throat aggressively. The pet ring seared its way into place. “You will feel it. Even if it is gone. You will remember it - remember that I held you and that I kept you.”

Kyle felt the restraints on his wrists snap free. His hand was then guided down between his own legs. “That I instructed you.” Together they massaged. Kyle felt sick when he felt the ring. It was smooth and perfect. The fingers on his throat tightened. The pace grew faster. He was sinking in a dark ocean. Absorbing into the man behind him. His only tie to reality was the cool grit of the stone floor and the distant pain of this throat. Then it all went dark. Teeth sunk into the juncture where neck meets shoulder. The pain and pleasure blossomed and intermingled. Like water and dark pigment they swirled together elegantly, but transiently. Alban blinked at the single tear that passed down the boy’s cheek.

Kyle fell forward onto the marble floor. Thankful for the cool hardness it offered. Spent and corrupted, his face was twisted in anguish.

The cold echo of wet material impacted the floor. Kyle saw the soft leather glove land inches from his face. Alban stood tall and radiant in the cast light of the opened door. He looked down through cool and clear eyes.

A beautiful scene-The boy lay on his side, pale and glimmering against the dark marble floor. His hair- a rippling and lush curtain. Perfect wisps of hair matted against his forehead and temples. A red trail seeping down his neck. The coppery taste still alive in Alban’s mouth. The boy’s body shimmered as he tried to quench his thirst for oxygen with deep gasps. There was a ghostly beauty in his feminine form. This was quickly dichotomized with the look of pure unadulterated hate in his eyes. Handsome and bruised.

“You are beautiful.” He said aloud while closing the door.
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“Master, you may tell me if I am out of line…but…” Wren cocked an eyebrow while adjusting his glasses.

“Yes, Wren?”

“You kissed him.”

“What of it?”

“Nothing Master Marte.” The man left for his own quarters. Accounts were left unattended and the boy would need care.

Alban stared out the window. The blondie’s brow was drawn tight. His lips were hot and sensitive still. “I know Wren. I tasted him. Twice.”

The window shattered.

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This was my first foray into anything above pg-13 lol so I wanted to take my time with it. Hope you all enjoyed it.