A scandal for my birthday

Authors Notes

-This story takes place in a fictional setting, to nyah on any time period specific anything.

-Please, please please review! This is the first pornfic I've ever written (and finished) and I would like to hear about things I could do to improve.

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The bitter air of December began fog as it left the horses’ nose, heavy plumes breaching the air as it worked hard to pull the mahogany carriage towards the large mansion. The Duke Thomas vonClen was late; the Winter Masquerade was in full swing already, the lights spilling out from the large, arching windows onto the fresh snow. Music and laughter echoed out into the dark, cloudless night. The driver pulled the horses to a stop, the fine animals pawing the ground anxiously, so worked up from the rushed travel. A servant was at the carriage door immediately, swinging it open and lowering the steps. A shiny, black shoe emerged first, followed by the fluid movement of the Duke. He swept up into the large mansion, ignoring the almost condescending looks that he received from some of the other attendees from behind their gaudy masks. Strolling leisurely past the parlor, he entered the ballroom, joining in on the fun and dance.


Lord Venerick spied the Duke the moment he entered the ballroom. He recognized the unfashionably long, black hair anywhere, especially when he was wearing that royal blue. His stomach churned a little as he saw him dancing with the girls. Of course he would. Of course he would on his birthday. Not...that it was much of one. He snorted, rolling his eyes under the shield of his mask as his cousin nudged him again. He wished the lug would just move on already, and let him enjoy the party. He wanted to get drunk, and he wanted to get laid, and having that hulking Neanderthal about him constantly was getting him neither. Downing the last of his cup of wine, he put it on a passing tray, smiling grimly as his cousin made another joke.


“Dammit.” He grunted, sighing.


“Hmn?”

“Nothing.” Venerick groaned, glad that his cousin couldn’t see the sneer behind his mask.

He adjusted the red and gold mask, feeling stupid. The mask itched, his hat itched, his arse itched, and it was the lamest birthday ever. Why yes, he was very bitter about it, thank you for asking. Venerick never understood why his aunt had to have a hand in planning everything. A small dinner with friends? No, no, it has to be a county-wide event- with everybody’s daughters; pardon, all of the daughters of exceedingly rich gentlemen. He snorted again at the thought. His family, the Mason’s, were one of the richest in the country- money was the least of their worries. She likely just wanted something exciting to talk about to the other stuffy hags of the upper crust.


He watched the Duke swing about the room, a girl in his arms. It was the third one within the last few minutes, and his stomach churned hatefully. Not towards the Duke- but towards the girls. He didn’t like any of the hussies who had attended the party; rich women who had no ambition in life. And why should they? Daddy would take care of them until they married, and then they would be their husband’s problem.

He was almost too busy complaining to himself in his own head to notice the Duke slipping out of the room. The dark haired man paused, glancing over his shoulder directly at Venerick. He didn’t need to think twice to know what he meant, and he followed, telling his cousin that he was off to powder his nose. Slipping from the ballroom, he followed the little flash of blue up the stairs, and around the corners. It annoyed him to no end to know that the other man was not only faster than he, but also knew the mansions’ layout so well that he had gotten to Venericks’ room with time to spare.


Stepping inside the chamber, the first thing he did was close the door- the next was to look for the Duke. He was standing at Venerick’s vanity table, looking over his various combs and brushes.
“Enjoying the party?” he asked, leaning against the door.
“Oh, it’s alright.” The Duke replied, putting down a small hand mirror and turning to face him, stepping closer. “But I’m sort of let down.”
“Are you?” he said, crossing his arms.
“Mn. One would think that your aunt planned this whole masquerade affair, with the people who are invited.” He continued, stepping across the room and standing naught but a foot away from Venerick.
“You seemed to enjoy the company.” Venerick sneered, tilting his head away from the Duke, who was leaning into his personal space.
“Jealous?” he grinning, his voice sinking low as he put a hand on either side of Venerick’s face, knowing full well how talking like that made the Lord’s stomach heat up. When he got no answer, he continued. “So, birthday boy, I owe you a gift.”
“I doubt you have anything I want.” Venerick growled out.
“Oh, yes I do.” The Duke countered confidently, reaching over and tearing off the red and gold mask and tossing it to the floor at their feet, making Venerick sharply gasp through his nose. He looked into those mischievous eyes, their faces tilting a little…

Their lips crashed together hotly, the both of them warring for dominance with their tongues. The Duke held Venerick firmly by the side of his head, while the other wrapped his arms around him, fingers digging into his slender back. With a push away from the door, the two men were stumbling towards the bed, the frantic dance of removing clothes beginning. They fondled and kissed as they shed gloves, jackets, boots, and shirts, a few buttons popping off in haste. The back of the Duke’s knees struck the bed, and they toppled over, with Venerick’s shorter, broader body atop. He paused to catch his breath, pulling back to gaze down at the man beneath him. The Duke was pale, tall and slender, with mischievous grey eyes, and soft, pink lips. Though he’d never admit it to his face, the Duke was more beautiful than any woman he’d ever lay eyes on- especially when he had his waist-length black hair fluttering free- and spread out beneath his head like an angelic halo. The Duke shifted, his legs spreading to wrap around Venerick’s waist, putting them in a position they had never been in before. A renewed heat pricked his loins at the intimate contact, and he resumed the kissing, grabbing his hips and pushing him further up onto the bed, getting a little thrill; the Duke had never let him stay in control this long.


He gave a shuddering groan as hot, soft lips kissed down his neck, and slender fingers found their way up his chest, stroking circles around his nipples. The dusky flesh hardened, and he let out a shaky sigh, his hard member throbbing painfully. A little distracted by the ministrations, he didn’t notice the sudden flex of the Duke’s muscles until he was already being shoved over onto his back, one leg on the bed, the other half-off. Venerick gave a small grunt of surprise and a Pavlovian thrum of pleasure at the shift in positions- for the small handful of times they’d fucked; it was the Duke who was always on top. He felt a little disappointed that tonight was not to be different, but not terribly much. After all, getting fucked up the arse was still getting laid.


He gave a small shudder as those pale, deceptively strong hands grabbed his wrists, forcing them up above his head, near the headboard. Before he could guess at what the eccentric man was doing, he had grabbed one of the cords that held back the curtain of his four-poster bed, and had gotten it tied around his wrists. He was in the process of tying it to the headboard rungs, distracting him with hot, wet kisses when Venerick realized what he was doing, and gave a start.

“WHOA- HEY!” he snapped, jerking his head back and trying to jerk his arms away, though it was already too late- the tether was jerked into a knot right as he tugged. “What the hell are you doing?” he demanded in a panicked fluster.


“Shhh, shh, shh. Relax, Venerick.” He cooed, his low, husky voice doing exactly what the Duke was aiming for. He stopped jerking, though he did shoot daggers at the black haired man before him.


“Keep looking at me like that, and I might rethink your gift.” He teased coyly, sitting up so that he straddled his waist, his hair falling about his shoulders, and cheeks flushed a soft pink.

Venerick’s irritation was gone in an instant, a hot pang echoing down his body. The Duke looked beautiful like that. He looked…sexy. At that very moment, when lust filled eyes wandered Venericks body, he wanted nothing more than to get to the rutting. He didn’t care who was in whom, but he needed sexual attention, and he needed it immediately . He shifted his hips beneath the Duke, trying to get the point across. The smile he received in return frustrated him, and it didn’t help that instead of just jumping to it, (preparation be damned) he leaned down, kissing his chest instead.
“Duke.” He growled out, tensing against the tether. God, if he could only use his hands, he’d force the fucker…
He got a glance in return, and the soft, pink lips moved further down; across his stomach, around his navel, his tongue flicking his flesh intermediately. Venerick panted, moaning deep in his throat when the Duke settled in between his thighs, his hot breath falling on his erection. He opened his mouth to protest the length of time it was taking, when that pale hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it languidly up and down. He gave a small hiccup of breath, his eyes fluttering closed. He forced his eye back open, watching the Duke open his mouth, his tongue slipping out to lick his balls. His spare hand stroked his thigh as he tensed it, his toes curling. He stroked him harder, taking his testes into his mouth and sucking. Venerick gave another groan, tilting his head back against the pillows, his heels digging into the mattress. The wet mouth was removed from his sensitive flesh, and placed on the tip of his cock, that damnable tongue swirling around the swollen head that he held steady with his hand.

“Oh god damn !” he breathed, his hips automatically thrusting up towards that mouth. Instead of resisting like he thought the Duke would, he let his cock sink deeper into that wet cavern, his tongue writhing against the bottom of his cock a he sucked. Venerick bit back a cry of pleasure, his teeth sinking into his lower lip. His hazel eyes focused on the Duke, who was watching his reactions. He had no idea how he managed it, but he smiled, with that cock in his mouth and his lips stretched around his length. Slowly, with his hands now holding his hips firmly in place, he began to bob his head, taking him in deeper.

“Nnngaaha!” he moaned, the sound bursting out of his mouth against his will. Spurred on by the positive reaction, the duke bobbed his head lower- then with a subtle shift took him all into his mouth. He could feel his dick sliding in deeper, gliding across his tongue until it tickled the back of the Duke’s throat, his breath rustling his trimmed pubes. He almost came right then and there- seeing the Duke look up at him with his grey eyes, his face buried between his legs, black hair spilling angelically around him.

“Goddamn…” he murmured, sucking in a breath of air as that mouth started to move, his head moving up and down just the slightest. He wanted nothing more than to reach down and wrap his fingers in that dark hair, and stroke his face. It was too soon when the Duke raised his head, slipping his mouth off of his cock with a wet pop. He grunted unhappily.


“Some birthday gift- not even letting me come.” Venerick sneered grumpily.

“Hush.” The Duke sighed, raising himself up onto his knees. “You’ll really enjoy what I have next.”


Yeah, right- he was just going to fuck him like before, nothing new or spec- why was he turning around?


In the middle of his inner grouching, the Duke had turned around, his back facing him, still raised up onto his knees. His breath hitched in his throat, a pang of heat rising in his gut as the Duke grabbed his cock, and started lowering himself onto it. He felt the flesh open, welcoming him inside easily. Right before his eyes, he saw his cock sink deep into the Duke’s tight, pale ass. He was so hot and tight, his muscles squeezing all around him. After becoming firmly seated, he slowly rose, and then sank back down, taking him all in again. He bucked his hips up into him, panting and moaning, the both of them setting a needy, fast pace. As the Duke rode Venerick, it suddenly occurred to him that he had never seen his face during sex. He had always been behind him, or he had Venerick blindfolded, or it was dark…


“Turn around!” he breathily demanded over the creaking of the bed, and the slap of skin.

The Duke froze, then slowly complied, spinning while still mounted, gaining a hiss from Venerick. He looked up at him, taking in the flushed cheeks, the slightly parted lips, the half-lidded eyes that burned with lust. His black hair clung to the sheen of light sweat, a strand brushing one of his hardened nipples. His cock was hard, dripping with pre-cum.

It was hot. It was fucking hot to see him like that, so flustered and needy. His stomach did a summersault, and just watching him raise an eyebrow of inquiry filled him with the need to fucking pound into him. He shifted his hips, grinning as the Duke bit his lower lip, his nostrils flaring with a sharp exhale.

“Move.” He whispered, already bucking his hips up again. The Duke complied, resuming the fast, heavy pace. His hand slipped onto his cock, pumping in sync with the cock going up his ass, his member already slick with his own fluid. The sharp heat was rolling up and down his body, and he could feel his gut starting to prickle with the start of an orgasm. The Duke bit his lower lip harder, holding back any noise- and Venerick took it as a challenge. He shifted the way he moved, his hips rolling.


He must’ve done something right, because the Duke’s eyes opened wide, a sharp moan slipping past his lips. Triumphantly, he kept thrusting that way, watching as his face contorted and flushed a deeper pink. His breathing hitched, and soft whimpers began to slip from the Duke’s mouth, his eyes squeezing shut. Suddenly tensing, the Duke’s back arched sharply with a short cry, white jets of ejaculate hitting Venerick’s chest and abdomen, his ass squeezing the Lord to his own peak. Venerick cried out with him, filling him with his seed in his own orgasm, all of the muscles in his body tensing. He saw stars at the corner of his vision, his toes curling again. When the last but of come had spilled from them both, the Duke dismounted, and lay beside him, undoing his wrists. Once he was free, he wrapped the dark haired man in his arms and kissed him slowly, pressing their bodies tight.


“I take it you enjoyed yourself.” The Duke teased, brushing some hair from his face.


“Oh yes.” Venerick purred, snuggling (yes, snuggling. He liked it, and everybody else could go to bloody hell) close. “I’ve never seen you be so sexy .”


There was a silence from the Duke for a long moment.
“You…think I’m…”


“Sexy, yeah.” He said, looking up at him.


“Hn.” He sounded amused, but his face wasn’t shining with his usual confidence.


Venerick scowled. “Hey now, none of that. Not on my birthday.”


“None of what?” the Duke asked innocently, breaking out into a thin smile.


Venerick groaned, taking his beautiful face in his hands.
“Lixue.” He said gently, getting the Duke’s attention.

True, his real name was Thomas, but that was not a name he liked being called, as it had been given to him by his father. Rather, he liked to be called by the name his mother had given him, though not many people knew it. She had come from the east with his father, and was the sole reason for his dark hair, and slightly slanted eyes. Calling him by the name his mother had given him instead of ‘Duke’ meant that Venerick was serious.


“Your are the most gorgeous thing that I have ever laid eyes on.” He said, looking him in the eye as he spoke, and ending it with a kiss.


“Careful.” He said after a moment, his eyes sparkling again after absorbing Venerick’s words. “One might think you’re going soft.”

Venerick rolled his eyes and snorted, his next response being to bury his head in Lixue’s shoulder. After a moment, he raised his head again.


“Hey. Is spit really enough lube?” he asked, thinking of all the times that Lixue had insisted on using lotion or something before sex.

Lixue raised an eyebrow.
“Sometimes, If the participants like it a little rough.”


“But…you don’t. I know you don’t. I mean, not really, and I didn’t see any…” he trailed off as Lixue put a finger to Venerick’s lips.


“There is such a thing as thinking ahead.” He teased, cutting Venerick’s rebuttal off with an rather detailed explanation of the preparation, his voice sinking lower.


It was going to be a very, very long night, Venerick realized- that was for sure. And secretly, he hoped that somebody heard them, a wry grin splitting his face as he pictured the poor stress the ‘scandal’ would cause his aunt.