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Adult ++
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Der dritte raum
Warnings; slight BDSM and mansmut (ya happy now Cali my sweet? :P)
Claimer; All chars belong to ME
Rating; R – getting to the N17
Note; and now don’t forget to review *smiles* - this is betaed by Anestel, thanks you’re a gem!
Chap 7 – Der dritte raum.
Tristan folded his arms over his chest and raised a brow, as he looked at his son. “And just *why* would you know anything about Amdir’s whereabouts?”
“Well dad you see...” Godiva started but trailed off as started to look at dents in Tristan’s desk instead.
“Well his bookie said that” Ol interrupted
“Bookie?” Tristan gasped and his head snapped back to Godiva “Godiva?”
“Ehm dad, you know I always liked games,” the catboy mumbled
“And” Tristan demanded
“Der dritte raum” Ol exclaimed “he..”
The elf didn’t reach to speak another word before Tristan slammed a fist in his desk so pens and address rolls landed on the floor “Enough Ol, this is a family business, please piss off”
“But” Ol said and looked from Godiva to Tristan
Tristan stood up and grabbed Ol’s arm with great force, and guided him towards the door. “And you are not family,” he hissed and threw Ol out in the hall, before he slammed the door and locked it. He turned to Godiva once more, his lips turned into a pale line “Der dritte raum? Are you fucking INSANE boy?” he roared “do you even realise what you are dealing with?”
“I thought we where here to speak about the darkelf,” Godiva said in a defensive tone, and then he too crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive way
“Don’t take me for a idiot kid” Tristan said more calmly. He walked back to the desk and sat down on his chair once more, he searched his son\'s face for any sign of lying, but to his terror he found none. “Yes I need to find Amdir, and therefore I need information about where he is, but honestly Godiva that place are not for the meek”
“I know dad, what do you take me for?” Godiva said and frowned “I came of age for 15 years ago, I can do as I please”
Tristan sighed, Godiva was right, but that didn’t need to mean that he liked it “then I assume you know what it is they do there”
“Yeah duh” Godiva said with a slight irritation to his voice
“Fine” Tristan said and took a deep breath “I need you to get me and Ol in there”
“Well you can just pay the fee” Godiva said
“I cannot afford that fee, for both me and Ol, but your mother can” Tristan said with a odd smile, he didn’t like this one bit, but at least he could see his chance to get back at Peaches for all the bullshit she laid on him through the ages.
“But she would flip” Godiva said and paled
“What she don’t know, won’t hurt her” Tristan said and folded his hands under his chin “and besides she has enough money to wipe her ass with it, she’ll never notice”
Godiva nodded reluctantly, he knew what amount of money they were speaking of and it was enough to buy a small condo in the plains where he lived himself. – Or perhaps to buy yourself a lifeguard he mused. “I will get them,” he finally said
“Good, now tell me honestly, do you think the darkelf will still be alive tomorrow evening?” Tristan asked innocently
“Yes” Godiva stated, “he has been there for over 4 months”
“Wow” Tristan whistled in admiration. “That is a long career for a gladiator, he must be good.” he said and tilted his head and looked at his son, his grown son. No matter how much he tried to deny it, Godiva was a grown man, and not a child – where did all that time go, he mused. He felt like it was a week ago Peaches had called him up telling him that she was pregnant, and with a little twitch in his guts he remembered with a large amount of guilt just how opposed he had been, trying to get her to understand that she should get it removed, but she had refused, and here now – this grown man sat here in front of him.
“He’s fast and lethal, bred for combat” Godiva said “the perfect gladiator.”
“I see” Tristan mumbled and scratched his head
“Gods dad, you are not thinking of taking him on somehow are you?”
“Oh deary, no” Tristan said to his shocked son, I have others to do my dirty work he thought to himself and smiled “since I have to come up with a plan I just needed to know”
“Ah” Godiva said and looked relieved “then I will go home, and figure out a way to raise the money”
“Yes do that” the angel said “and I will call you in the morning”
Godiva smiled and stood up, and moved towards the door “eh, dad you being a angel and all, isn’t betting a sin?”
Tristan chuckled and walked to his son and patted his shoulder “ex - baby, ex angel”
Godiva gave his father a strange smile and left the office and nodded to Ol in the corridor
Ol made his way into the office once more, Tristan held back a laugh when he saw the elf fume with anger “that was not necessary Tris”
“No, perhaps you are right” Tristan said and had to turn his head away from Ol to hide his wide grin “I am sorry, I just got mad at Godiva”
Ol seemed to buy it and sat down in the chair Godiva had occupied before; Tristan walked over and leaned against the windowsill. “Tomorrow you will answer my questions, but right now I am too tired” he admitted “I want to go home”
“Can I come?” Ol asked innocently “I am just going to sleep on the couch, but I really just don’t feel like being alone”
The silver haired angel resisted the urge to roll his eyes, that elf was relentless “sure Ol” he said and smiled “you can borrow my couch” Tristan walked over to the other end of them tom to get his jacket, he smiled to himself that Ol really was this pathetic in his pursuit, the elf had been to his flat, and knew he had no couch at all. Oh well I can always throw him out in the corridor he thought and chuckled
“What is so funny?” Ol asked as he dragged his thick sweater over his head
“Nothing” Tristan answered and opened the door
“You KNOW I hate it when you do that” Ol pouted and followed Tristan
“mmmmhmm” Tristan said and had to duck not to get a slap in the neck, this sure felt as old times he thought as he got the familiar odd tingle in his stomach.
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They reached Tristan’s apartment and Ol kicked off his shoes and threw his sweater on a chair. Tristan wrinkled his nose at the behaviour, but decided to pay no attention. He neatly placed his shoes and hung his jacket, before he moved to the bed, neatly took off his clothes, all but underwear and folded it neatly on his dresser. He sighed as he sat down on the bed, and looked over at Ol who sat on a chair “you’ll have to sleep here” Tristan said and padded the other side of the bed
“Cool” Ol said and dragged his clothes off too, keeping his boxers on, and once he sat down he looked over at Tristan “you did change the sheets since you and that secretary...” he asked
“We never made it to the bed” Tristan answered dryly and turned his back to Ol.
Tristan laid awake and tried to focus on ‘nothingness’ in order to fall asleep, it was harder with the knowledge of having Ol in his bed than he had thought, a part of him wanted to turn and kiss him and feel him, touch that incredibly soft skin. And another part of him just wanted to cut his throat, and yet all he wished was to sleep and escape this torment.
But when Ol snuggled up to him, and snuck an arm under the covers, wrapping it around Tristan’s chest, the angel let out a sigh – here he was trying to be his own zen master, and the elf groped him, how ironic.
“Why did you leave Tris?” Ol whispered as he planted a soft kiss to Tristan’s neck
“Don’t” Tristan whispered back
“Tris” Ol whispered and snuck his hand further down “baby”
As Tristan felt the soft hand touch the edge of his boxers, and continued down under them, he stretched and purred, he knew he should not do this, this was all wrong. But that touch was all too welcome to his body for him to really care “kitten” he whispered
Ol moved a little so Tristan could turn to his back, Ol smiled at the sight, the angel has his eyes closed and purred as a large predator, Ol leaned over and kissed a nipple, and bit it ever so slightly, but as he heard Tristan start to pant slightly he felt a hand grab his jaw hard
“I remember you liked it rough, right?” Tristan said with a hoarse voice and smiled as Ol’s pupil dilated in apprehension and lust “oh yes you do” he whispered and sat up forcing Ol with him, still with a hold on Ol’s jaw he reached back on the drawer with his other hand and dragged down his clothes on the bed, and using his shirt as a blind fold to Ol. Tristan smiled when he heard the ragged breath that escaped he elf. And when he moved impatiently Tristan slapped his chest with a swipe from his hand “sit still” he commanded
Ol sucked in his breath and the colour reddened as the heat travelled to his cheeks, Tristan looked at the elf and took his belt, using it to tie the elf\'s hands together in a noose, he tied it a little to hard he knew, but it just felt so good to have the elf writhing beneath him in pure surrender.
“Now stay still you little slut,” he hissed, “if you move I will make that darkelf of yours look like a boy scout”
Ol nodded carefully, and Tristan moved off the bed, he quietly got dressed in a pair of jeans and Ol’s thick sweater and a t-shirt, before he took the shoes in his hand and left the apartment, letting the door give that little click as he left
Ol sat there in the dark with throbbing hands and an erection; his heart beat as fast as a rabbits as he strained himself to hear even the smallest sound. There were none, besides his heartbeat.
“Tris?”
“baby?”
“Tris?”
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-tbc-
Claimer; All chars belong to ME
Rating; R – getting to the N17
Note; and now don’t forget to review *smiles* - this is betaed by Anestel, thanks you’re a gem!
Chap 7 – Der dritte raum.
Tristan folded his arms over his chest and raised a brow, as he looked at his son. “And just *why* would you know anything about Amdir’s whereabouts?”
“Well dad you see...” Godiva started but trailed off as started to look at dents in Tristan’s desk instead.
“Well his bookie said that” Ol interrupted
“Bookie?” Tristan gasped and his head snapped back to Godiva “Godiva?”
“Ehm dad, you know I always liked games,” the catboy mumbled
“And” Tristan demanded
“Der dritte raum” Ol exclaimed “he..”
The elf didn’t reach to speak another word before Tristan slammed a fist in his desk so pens and address rolls landed on the floor “Enough Ol, this is a family business, please piss off”
“But” Ol said and looked from Godiva to Tristan
Tristan stood up and grabbed Ol’s arm with great force, and guided him towards the door. “And you are not family,” he hissed and threw Ol out in the hall, before he slammed the door and locked it. He turned to Godiva once more, his lips turned into a pale line “Der dritte raum? Are you fucking INSANE boy?” he roared “do you even realise what you are dealing with?”
“I thought we where here to speak about the darkelf,” Godiva said in a defensive tone, and then he too crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive way
“Don’t take me for a idiot kid” Tristan said more calmly. He walked back to the desk and sat down on his chair once more, he searched his son\'s face for any sign of lying, but to his terror he found none. “Yes I need to find Amdir, and therefore I need information about where he is, but honestly Godiva that place are not for the meek”
“I know dad, what do you take me for?” Godiva said and frowned “I came of age for 15 years ago, I can do as I please”
Tristan sighed, Godiva was right, but that didn’t need to mean that he liked it “then I assume you know what it is they do there”
“Yeah duh” Godiva said with a slight irritation to his voice
“Fine” Tristan said and took a deep breath “I need you to get me and Ol in there”
“Well you can just pay the fee” Godiva said
“I cannot afford that fee, for both me and Ol, but your mother can” Tristan said with a odd smile, he didn’t like this one bit, but at least he could see his chance to get back at Peaches for all the bullshit she laid on him through the ages.
“But she would flip” Godiva said and paled
“What she don’t know, won’t hurt her” Tristan said and folded his hands under his chin “and besides she has enough money to wipe her ass with it, she’ll never notice”
Godiva nodded reluctantly, he knew what amount of money they were speaking of and it was enough to buy a small condo in the plains where he lived himself. – Or perhaps to buy yourself a lifeguard he mused. “I will get them,” he finally said
“Good, now tell me honestly, do you think the darkelf will still be alive tomorrow evening?” Tristan asked innocently
“Yes” Godiva stated, “he has been there for over 4 months”
“Wow” Tristan whistled in admiration. “That is a long career for a gladiator, he must be good.” he said and tilted his head and looked at his son, his grown son. No matter how much he tried to deny it, Godiva was a grown man, and not a child – where did all that time go, he mused. He felt like it was a week ago Peaches had called him up telling him that she was pregnant, and with a little twitch in his guts he remembered with a large amount of guilt just how opposed he had been, trying to get her to understand that she should get it removed, but she had refused, and here now – this grown man sat here in front of him.
“He’s fast and lethal, bred for combat” Godiva said “the perfect gladiator.”
“I see” Tristan mumbled and scratched his head
“Gods dad, you are not thinking of taking him on somehow are you?”
“Oh deary, no” Tristan said to his shocked son, I have others to do my dirty work he thought to himself and smiled “since I have to come up with a plan I just needed to know”
“Ah” Godiva said and looked relieved “then I will go home, and figure out a way to raise the money”
“Yes do that” the angel said “and I will call you in the morning”
Godiva smiled and stood up, and moved towards the door “eh, dad you being a angel and all, isn’t betting a sin?”
Tristan chuckled and walked to his son and patted his shoulder “ex - baby, ex angel”
Godiva gave his father a strange smile and left the office and nodded to Ol in the corridor
Ol made his way into the office once more, Tristan held back a laugh when he saw the elf fume with anger “that was not necessary Tris”
“No, perhaps you are right” Tristan said and had to turn his head away from Ol to hide his wide grin “I am sorry, I just got mad at Godiva”
Ol seemed to buy it and sat down in the chair Godiva had occupied before; Tristan walked over and leaned against the windowsill. “Tomorrow you will answer my questions, but right now I am too tired” he admitted “I want to go home”
“Can I come?” Ol asked innocently “I am just going to sleep on the couch, but I really just don’t feel like being alone”
The silver haired angel resisted the urge to roll his eyes, that elf was relentless “sure Ol” he said and smiled “you can borrow my couch” Tristan walked over to the other end of them tom to get his jacket, he smiled to himself that Ol really was this pathetic in his pursuit, the elf had been to his flat, and knew he had no couch at all. Oh well I can always throw him out in the corridor he thought and chuckled
“What is so funny?” Ol asked as he dragged his thick sweater over his head
“Nothing” Tristan answered and opened the door
“You KNOW I hate it when you do that” Ol pouted and followed Tristan
“mmmmhmm” Tristan said and had to duck not to get a slap in the neck, this sure felt as old times he thought as he got the familiar odd tingle in his stomach.
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They reached Tristan’s apartment and Ol kicked off his shoes and threw his sweater on a chair. Tristan wrinkled his nose at the behaviour, but decided to pay no attention. He neatly placed his shoes and hung his jacket, before he moved to the bed, neatly took off his clothes, all but underwear and folded it neatly on his dresser. He sighed as he sat down on the bed, and looked over at Ol who sat on a chair “you’ll have to sleep here” Tristan said and padded the other side of the bed
“Cool” Ol said and dragged his clothes off too, keeping his boxers on, and once he sat down he looked over at Tristan “you did change the sheets since you and that secretary...” he asked
“We never made it to the bed” Tristan answered dryly and turned his back to Ol.
Tristan laid awake and tried to focus on ‘nothingness’ in order to fall asleep, it was harder with the knowledge of having Ol in his bed than he had thought, a part of him wanted to turn and kiss him and feel him, touch that incredibly soft skin. And another part of him just wanted to cut his throat, and yet all he wished was to sleep and escape this torment.
But when Ol snuggled up to him, and snuck an arm under the covers, wrapping it around Tristan’s chest, the angel let out a sigh – here he was trying to be his own zen master, and the elf groped him, how ironic.
“Why did you leave Tris?” Ol whispered as he planted a soft kiss to Tristan’s neck
“Don’t” Tristan whispered back
“Tris” Ol whispered and snuck his hand further down “baby”
As Tristan felt the soft hand touch the edge of his boxers, and continued down under them, he stretched and purred, he knew he should not do this, this was all wrong. But that touch was all too welcome to his body for him to really care “kitten” he whispered
Ol moved a little so Tristan could turn to his back, Ol smiled at the sight, the angel has his eyes closed and purred as a large predator, Ol leaned over and kissed a nipple, and bit it ever so slightly, but as he heard Tristan start to pant slightly he felt a hand grab his jaw hard
“I remember you liked it rough, right?” Tristan said with a hoarse voice and smiled as Ol’s pupil dilated in apprehension and lust “oh yes you do” he whispered and sat up forcing Ol with him, still with a hold on Ol’s jaw he reached back on the drawer with his other hand and dragged down his clothes on the bed, and using his shirt as a blind fold to Ol. Tristan smiled when he heard the ragged breath that escaped he elf. And when he moved impatiently Tristan slapped his chest with a swipe from his hand “sit still” he commanded
Ol sucked in his breath and the colour reddened as the heat travelled to his cheeks, Tristan looked at the elf and took his belt, using it to tie the elf\'s hands together in a noose, he tied it a little to hard he knew, but it just felt so good to have the elf writhing beneath him in pure surrender.
“Now stay still you little slut,” he hissed, “if you move I will make that darkelf of yours look like a boy scout”
Ol nodded carefully, and Tristan moved off the bed, he quietly got dressed in a pair of jeans and Ol’s thick sweater and a t-shirt, before he took the shoes in his hand and left the apartment, letting the door give that little click as he left
Ol sat there in the dark with throbbing hands and an erection; his heart beat as fast as a rabbits as he strained himself to hear even the smallest sound. There were none, besides his heartbeat.
“Tris?”
“baby?”
“Tris?”
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-tbc-