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Hisao's Deal

Chapter 2

By J. RiversPublished 4 years ago 59 min read
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Caeleb looked up from the coffee he was stirring when a shadow blocked out the overhead light. "Hello, Hisao," he said calmly. The man sat across from him startled at the mention of the name and looked up from his phone.

"Bossman," the Gladiator crooned.

"How can I help you?" Caeleb asked, looking into his dancing black eyes.

"Well," Hisao said, turning to stare at the blonde sitting across from his former boss. "You seemed rather bored. I thought that I'd come and liven things up a bit." He winked down at Caeleb's companion, causing the man to briefly bare his teeth, in an involuntary snarl.

"On the contrary, I find Jimmy's company to be rather relaxing," Caeleb replied, stirring the spoon that had been sitting in his coffee for the last half an hour. "We were in the middle of some important business, Hisao; so unless you have something that needs my immediate attention..?" He let the question hang in the air between them.

"Well, in that case..." Hisao slid into the booth next to Jimmy and asked the blonde, "What do you do with that thing all day, by the way, I've always wanted to ask?"

Before Jimmy had a chance to answer, Caeleb summoned his mirror and silently placed it on the table between them. The shining surface glinted in the light and faces seemed to swim within the mist that swirled beneath the glass.

He watched as all pretence of playful ignorance fell away, and the Gladiator's back stiffened. He leaned back against the wooden wall of the booth and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "This is why you're here, isn't it?" Caeleb asked, calmly stirring his cold coffee.

"I should go," Jimmy said looking apprehensively between the two men.

"It's OK, Jimmy, I assure you," Caeleb said, smiling warmly at his colleague. "Hisao won't disturb you any longer. You can proceed with the task."

"Yes, Boss," the blonde said, glancing briefly at Hisao and then nodding his head. He returned to staring at his phone, occasionally tapping a random button and studiously ignoring the other two men at the table.

"You have such a way with people," Hisao said leaning forwards, and resting his elbows on the desk. "I've always admired that about you. You command such blind trust. They know they'll die serving you, and yet they do it anyway. I never could understand that kind of logic myself."

Caeleb's lip twitched into a half-smile, and his green eyes shimmered. "Well, this is your opportunity to learn then, isn't it?"

Hisao scowled and looked down at the mirror, resting innocently on the table between them. He hadn't planned on Jimmy sticking around, and the predatory grin on Caeleb's face told him that he knew exactly what he was thinking.

Jimmy had been surprised to see him though, which suggested that Caeleb hadn't told the crew that he was still alive. He could work with that. He just had to bite the bullet. He was surprised at how naked he felt. Jimmy had beaten him bloody. He'd seen every inch of his skin and yet he'd never felt so vulnerable in front of the man as he did now.

"I'm glad you took my advice about seeing my tailor, by the way. The blue-grey suits you far more than the pink," Caeleb said amiably. "And the heels really bring out the shape of your calves."

"Kind of you to notice," Hisao said, without looking up from the book. All he had to do was touch it. He licked his lip as he thought of everything he could learn once he got Caeleb by himself.

"They've secured the cargo, Boss," Jimmy said.

"Good, make the transfer. The schedule has shifted, and we're going to need to make the exchange as soon as possible," Caeleb instructed. "The wristbands are a nice touch too," he noted as Hisao uncrossed his arms. "I really do need to make sure Hideki receives a generous bonus."

Jimmy was busy tapping away at his phone and nodded at his boss's words. Hisao could feel Caeleb's gaze on him. The man was hungry for what was to come, and Hisao would be a fool to underestimate the leader of the Lost Gang's love of power; it was a trait they both held. The difference was that Hisao was willing to lose a few battles if it meant that he would eventually win the war. Caeleb's pride would be his downfall.

The idea caused warm anticipation to settle into his stomach. Sacrifices were a necessary evil, and the thought of seeing Caeleb's surprised face as Hisao sliced through his pale neck was enough to have the Gladiator lay his hand on top of the mirror with a genuine smile on his face.

***

Walking through the centre of the capital city without access to his magic was an experience Hisao wouldn't forget in a hurry. He was entirely confident in his ability to defend himself, with or without his magic, but it was still unnerving. He didn't like how vulnerable he was to the influence of the other magic users around him, and was grateful when Caeleb placed a hand at the base of his back to steer him into a small jewellery store down a less travelled side street.

There was a short chime above the door as they entered and a young man looked up from affixing a tiny golden thread to a small jewelled monkey. He pushed the magnifying glass he was peering through to one side and smiled politely up from his chair.

"Gentlemen," he said, wheeling himself over to the front desk. "How can I help you today?"

"I'm here to discuss an order I placed with your assistant last week. I have my reference slip here." Caeleb slid his hand from Hisao's back, leaving him to grit his teeth at the loss of contact, and pulled a small slip of paper from his back pocket. Handing it to the shopkeeper, he asked, "I was wondering if it would be possible to make a few adjustments to the design?"

"Of course, let me see," The shopkeeper fussed over the records, eventually pulling out a notepad filled with what Hisao assumed was writing. It looked more like hastily scribbled hieroglyphics to him. Sighing dramatically, Hisao wandered over to inspect an intricately constructed model ship that he'd seen through the front window. It really was quite brilliant, and Hisao couldn't help but wonder if the man didn't have some latent magical ability of his own. He listened carefully as he peered in through a glass porthole only to find a tiny sailor looking back at him.

"Let me see, let me see, ahh yes, order 97. Yes, an interesting request, what is it you would like to modify, Sir?" the shopkeeper asked.

Hisao stared. If the sailor moved, then he would have confirmation that the shopkeeper was more than he appeared.

"I'd like to know if it would be possible to add a pooling site to the heart at the base, here." Hisao heard paper rustling and assumed that Caeleb was pointing. The figure in the ship hadn't moved yet, but he'd long ago learned the value of patience.

"Of course, Sir. Would you like it to channel up to the top or simply to collect as a reservoir?" the shopkeeper asked.

"You can have it channel through the chains?" Caeleb asked. He sounded genuinely impressed.

"Oh yes, it's quite a simple alteration. I can have it done within the hour if you like?" Hisao heard the man shift in his chair and the rustle of a cardboard box. The sailor still hadn't moved. "I have your other order here. I must say, it made a nice change to work with silver instead of gold. There isn't much demand for pieces like this given the current fashions. I very much enjoyed the challenge."

"I'm glad," Caeleb said, and Hisao smiled. The man could sound so sincere when he wanted to. "And they're safe for use in freshly pierced ears?"

Hisao stiffened.

"Yes, as per your request I made sure that they were entirely hypoallergenic and suitable for first-time use. They may appear delicate, but I can assure you, these beauties will outlive any of us," the shopkeeper said proudly.

"Boss, have you been keeping secrets from me?" Hisao said, narrowing his eyes and deliberately relaxing his shoulders.

"Of course, it wouldn't have been much of a surprise otherwise, would it, my Nemain?" Caeleb crooned.

Hisao gave the sailor up for a lost cause and straightened. Pasting a saccharine grin on his face, he turned to his ex-leader. Stalking across the small shop floor, he said, "Well, you of all people should know how foolish it is to challenge a Goddess of war, Neit."

Caeleb's pupils blew wide, and he took a step forward, stopping Hisao mid-stride. He raised his hand and cupped Hisao's jaw as if it were the most delicate thing in the world. The Gladiator gasped and locked his legs to prevent them from buckling under the onslaught of magic Caeleb was feeding into him. "Who else is going to push our luck, if not ourselves?" Caeleb asked, ghosting his thumb across Hisao's cheekbone, millimetres above his carefully applied war paint. "Do you not want to see your gift?"

Hisao swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat. He wasn’t going to win this particular fight. "If they don't cost more than a small country,” he gasped. “I'll make you live to regret this." At least he could get something out of it, he supposed.

Caeleb's smile turned predatory. "And here, I thought you already had my funeral outfit picked out and ready for action."

"It's sweet that you think I care," Hisao said. "Now, I do believe you have some earrings for me to sample."

***

Spiders. Of course, they'd been spiders. Hisao couldn't fault the shopkeeper’s work though. He'd even inlaid the abdomen of each with a tiny black onyx sword. The eight legs glistened and danced in the light, making it appear as if his creations were alive.

Caeleb was placing his mark upon him, claiming him as his own and as Hisao watched the shopkeeper preparing the sterile needles and clamp, he wondered just how much he'd have to give up in order to win this war. Despite appearances, Hisao wasn't someone who cared what others thought. If he had to wear some spiders in his ears for a few days, then so be it. It taught him more about Caeleb than Caeleb would ever learn about him. That wasn't what was worrying him. What brought the frown to his face as the shopkeeper pushed the needle through his ear, was the thought of how much he didn't hate the idea of wearing his jewellery.

It should bother him more.

"I must say, I'm impressed. Usually when I tell people to stay still they at least flinch a little," the shopkeeper said as he fitted the last spider into place.

"Pain is all in the mind," Hisao said silkily. "And I don't mind the pain."

The shopkeeper chuckled, "I'll have to remember that one for the next time I have a squirmer in the seat." Hisao smiled politely but didn't move. "Well," the man said, offering him a hand-held mirror. "I'm all done. Have a look and see what you think."

Hisao didn't even bother. "Oh, this wasn't for me." He stared up at Caeleb through his lashes and dropped his voice a few octaves. "What do you think?"

Caeleb uncrossed his arms, and Hisao saw triumph in his eyes. "Exquisite," he said.

The shopkeeper chuckled as he took the mirror back and wheeled himself over to his sharps bin. "You guys certainly aren't an average couple, are you?"

"I like to think that we're unconventional," Caeleb said, still admiring the Masterwork adorning his Gladiator.

"Oh, I get that, believe me, I do," the shopkeeper said. "Just a word of advice from one unconventional guy to another. Don't do anything you can't take back. Trust me." He tapped his wheelchair with a wry smile. "Some ideas are best kept inside your head."

As they left Hisao glanced back at the window and saw the sailor standing in the corner of the display. He frowned. That little bastard.

***

Hisao was staring. He hadn't said a word for a full two minutes now, and Caeleb was starting to wonder if he'd managed to break him so easily. If he had, then he had to admit that he was slightly disappointed. He'd expected more from the man.

He was just about to end the silence when Hisao said, "This...this was why you wanted me to go to your tailors? You wanted my measurements..."

"What can I say," Caeleb shrugged. "You inspire me."

"It's..." Hisao reached forward and felt the silk flow like liquid under his fingers.

"Yours," Caeleb finished. "And I'd very much like to see you in it."

Hisao didn't move.

"If you don't take your clothes off voluntarily, I will happily tear them from you myself," Caeleb said conversationally.

Hisao, still staring at the tailor's dummy that had been fitted out in his white silk and black lace ensemble, started to remove his top. His daze lasted until he was down to his underwear. "I don't suppose you've acquired a replacement for these as well?" he said flatly.

"Of course not," Caeleb said. "Why would you need underwear on your wedding night, Hisao?"

That got a reaction. The Gladiator twisted on the spot, black eyes suddenly more dangerous than Caeleb'd ever seen before. Hisao tilted his head as his mercurial mood darkened. "Are you planning on turning me into your very own Black Widow, Bossman?" He licked his lips as if relishing the thought. "I promise, I'll devour every inch of your body if you do."

Caeleb's mouth went dry. The thought of having those lips against his skin was enthralling. "Off," he said, staring very deliberately at Hisao's underwear.

Hisao's lip curled, but he tucked his thumb into the band of his boxer-briefs and slid them to the floor.

Caeleb took a deliberate step towards Hisao and let his magic proceed him. His stomach tightened in anticipation as his aura flowed over the other man, causing him to gasp and his cock to involuntarily harden. Without taking his eyes off his prize, Caeleb reached over to the mannequin and tugged a strip of delicately laced silk from around its neck. Without a word, he stepped close enough to feel Hisao's breath on his cheek and wrapped the collar around his neck. The delicate silver clasp clicked into place at the back, and he felt Hisao shudder against him. "You belong to me now," Caeleb whispered, running his hand up over Hisao's side and around his back. "Every inch of your body." He deliberately nipped at Hisao's jawline, and the man let out a pained groan, pushing himself desperately against Caeleb's hip. "Ah, no," Caeleb said sternly. "Did I give you permission to hump me like a dog?" He grabbed a handful of Hisao's thick black hair in his fist and snapped his head back, pulling him down until the man was on his knees in front of him. His pupils were blown wide, and his cock was rock hard.

He wasn't the only one. Popping open the button on his pants with his free hand, Caeleb unzipped them and felt Hisao tense as he came back to his senses. "Take it out," he ordered as his cock twitched in time with Hisao's slight hesitation. It only lasted a second; his Gladiator wasn't a fool.

"Master," Hisao sarcastically moaned and flashed his teeth before wetting his lips.

Caeleb jerked Hisao's head back until he was looking up at his face. "You're going to be a good boy if you don't want me to punish you. And don't worry Hisao, I won't be as crass as the other day; I had to give my gang their fun, but I know you know better than to assume I'd go for the obvious targets again." He ran his thumb along Hisao's jaw and traced the outline of the man's bottom lip. Hisao tried to twitch his head away, but Caeleb held firm. "I'm going to break you Hisao. I'm going to watch you shatter into a thousand beautiful pieces, and I'm going to take my time doing it. Behave, and I won't have you writhing on the floor in front of my gang begging me to let them use you like a whore." He let his magic intensify and saw Hisao's eyes widen. They both knew he could do it.

Caeleb had yet to fully understand why his magic had such an effect on the man, but he had no issue taking full advantage of the fact that it did.

Lowering Hisao's head, he guided him towards his cock. "Now, be a good boy for your Master."

The look of pure, unadulterated hatred in Hisao's eyes was almost enough to push Caeleb over the edge. If the man had done nothing else but look up at him like that, Caeleb was pretty certain he could have climaxed eventually. As it was, when Hisao opened his mouth and enveloped his cock, he had to grit his teeth and take a moment to just breath. The man was perfect. When Hisao's lips formed a seal, Caeleb moaned and thrust, holding tight to his jet-black hair. He fucked his mouth until drool was dripping down his chin and makeup was running from his eyes. When Hisao groaned and started to actively suck on his cock, Caeleb nearly did cum. Realising that he'd been forcing his magic into Hisao for the past few minutes, he pulled it back slightly before the man started to fist at his own cock. That wouldn't do. The involuntary whimper Hisao made at the loss was music to Caeleb's ears.

The feedback loop was addictive. The more the man moaned and sucked the less Caeleb cared about how much he was allowing Hisao to feel. As he continued to fuck into Hisao’s mouth he had to growl his disapproval more than once when his Gladiator tried to touch himself, and eventually, he was forced to withdraw his magic entirely, when the man ignored his warnings. Hisao practically choked himself to get it back. It didn't take long after that. Caeleb felt the telltale tightness just in time, and in one smooth motion, he pushed deep into Hisao's throat. The man gagged, trying desperately to draw in air, and Caeleb came.

Hisao collapsed, cum coating the back of his throat and dripping from his mouth. He wanted to scream, to kill, to maim, and to cum. He couldn't think around the fog of magic Caeleb had fed into him, but his instincts knew precisely how to handle the situation.

He flew at the man who'd just turned him into his personal fuck toy. Balling his fists, he punched almost blindly. He'd honed his skills over years of battle and knew without having to think where he should aim. His first punch landed in Caeleb's solar plexus, the next, an uppercut to the jaw that exposed the man's windpipe. It was simple enough after that to draw his arm back and-

Caeleb blocked him easily, laughing in delight at the impotent fury Hisao was bringing to bear against him. Without his magic or any kind of weapon, Hisao hadn't the power to do anything more than bruise his new Master; but that wasn't going to stop him from trying. Physically, he was stronger than Caeleb, and he used his weight advantage to grapple him to the floor. He might have been built more like an Acrobat than a Warrior, but that had never stopped him before. Hundreds had fallen before his sword and the crowds had screamed his name as they’d died. If he could just get him into a chokehold...

Caeleb was still laughing. Hisao would have given anything to be able to wipe the self-satisfied grin from his face. He drew his knee back, aiming for the one place he knew would hurt, with or without the protection of magic and froze. Fear flooded into him. He felt himself being flipped onto his back, but couldn't move. His body wouldn't co-operate. He wanted to die.

"I think that's enough for now," he heard a voice say, and the fog lifted. Hisao looked up into sparkling green eyes and vowed that, no matter what, no matter how long it took, or what he had to do, he would see Caeleb McNamara scream.

***

Caeleb looked down at his captive. The man's makeup was a disaster; he had cum stains and streaks of drool mixed in with his white face paint, and his new silk collar was in ruins. He was coated in sweat; his muscles were still braced for the slightest hint of an attack, and his wild hair made Caeleb want to drag him all the way into the bedroom by it.

"Get up," he ordered. "The bathroom's behind you. Clean yourself up and be back in the front room in five minutes." Hisao glared. "Don't worry about your clothes. I'll make sure they're as good as new by the time you need them again." Turning his back, he left the man to get up in his own time. He didn't need an audience for this part of the proceedings.

So far, everything was going according to plan.

***

Hisao walked into the lounge precisely five minutes after Caeleb had left. He'd washed and cleaned himself the best he could, and had cursed when he'd realised that Caeleb hadn't any form of makeup in the house. Staring at his face without its warpaint had only strengthened his resolve. Caeleb wasn't the only one who could fight dirty.

"I thought I'd told you to not worry about the clothes," Caeleb said as he looked up from the book he was reading beside a crackling log fire.

"You did, and I was going to do as I was told, but then I remembered that I didn't like you," Hisao purred, walking over to the cabin's built-in kitchen and getting himself a glass of water. He knew he'd be stripped of his boxer briefs before long, but it had been worth it to see the look on Caeleb's face. To his surprise, Caeleb didn't say anything else. He just raised an eyebrow, placed a sheet of paper onto the coffee table and returned to his reading.

It took a while, but Hisao's curiosity did get the better of him in the end. Vaulting over the breakfast bar, he landed neatly next to the table and picked up the handwritten note.

Hisao, to be completed by sunset.

You're looking pale. What we eat tonight is entirely up to you, but I insist that it contain vegetables from the garden. Go outside. The lawn could also do with a trim, and the flower beds need weeding. Vitamin D is essential for both a healthy body and mind.

"You brought me here...for this?" Hisao looked at Caeleb in disbelief.

"Amongst other things, yes." Caeleb didn't look up from his book. "I'd get on with it if I were you, it's already mid-day. The sun sets by four o'clock at this time of the year."

"You don't say," Hisao said sarcastically. "And you just assumed that I'd know the difference between a plant and a weed?"

Caeleb flipped to the next page of his book. "Your intelligence is one of the many qualities that I find attractive about you, Hisao."

"I'm flattered," Hisao said, screwing up the paper and throwing it into the fire.

***

To his surprise, Hisao had found his time in the garden to be quite refreshing. Despite his talk of the importance of Vitamin D, Caeleb had stuck to the shade of the porch. He'd sat and watched as Hisao had worked the soil, digging out the weeds and pulling up the few remaining vegetables that had made it through the season. The sun had beat down on his bare skin, and the soil had coated his feet in mud. He'd been given only basic tools, but they’d been enough to get the job done and by the time the sun had passed from gold to red, the small plot of land beside the cabin had been completely transformed.

Caeleb placed his book aside, tapped the wooden bench beside him and held up a glass of wine. "Good work, you've earned yourself a reward."

Hisao looked down at his filthy body and said, "I've earned myself a shower."

"All in good time, sit." Caeleb patted the seat beside him again. "Hard work means nothing if you can't appreciate the end result."

Hisao scowled but made his way to the bench. He stopped in front of Caeleb and reached for the wine. "If this is laced with some of the Belladonna I just cleaned up, I'll be very disappointed in you, Neit."

Caeleb's face broke into a grin. "Where would be the fun in that, Nemain?"

Despite himself, Hisao's lip twitched into a reluctant smile, and, with the grace of a born dancer, sat down next to Caeleb.

Silence fell between the two of them. Hisao had expected it to be awkward, but it somehow felt right. Caeleb sipped at his wine as they watched the sun turn the sky all shades of pink and then, as it set further, a bright, crimson red.

"I like your briefs by the way," Caeleb said, catching Hisao off guard. "Where did you find them?"

"I made them myself," Hisao replied, swirling his glass.

"The kiss on the ass cheeks was a nice touch."

"Thanks, I put it there especially for you," Hisao said absently. He remembered scouring the market stalls until he'd found just the right set of lips.

"Sweet of you to think of me," Caeleb said and pulled a lighter from his pocket. Leaning forwards, he lifted the cover off a large barrel and lit the kindling inside. The chill that was starting to creep into Hisao's exposed skin faded away. "You don't appear to have touched your wine," Caeleb observed as he leaned back and let his arm fall along the back of the seat.

"Anyone would think you were trying to get me drunk," Hisao said, angling himself towards the fire.

"Really?" Caeleb turned, making a show of looking at every inch of Hisao's body. "You think I need to get you drunk to have my way with you?"

Hisao felt Caeleb's hand curl around the back of his neck and braced himself. He was ready when the magic gently spread around and through his body, but he couldn't help the breathless moan that escaped his lips as the other man let his desire flow into him.

"You really are amusing. I'm beginning to think that tomorrow will be more entertaining than I had originally anticipated." Caeleb stroked the back of Hisao's neck, causing his captive to struggle not to squirm in his seat. "You don't have to fight it you know," Caeleb said, leaning closer and tracing a finger down Hisao's chest. The man moaned, and his cock hardened. "I told you, you've earned your reward, my boy. All you have to do is ask..."

Caeleb let the words hang in the air between them, and Hisao could have killed him for it. He'd settled just above Hisao's underwear and was allowing his little finger to dip below the elastic whenever the urge struck him. "You fucking cock-tease!" Hisao hissed, his hips involuntarily lifting in a futile attempt to find some form of friction.

"It's not teasing, my pet," Caeleb said as he slid his hand under the waistband, stopping shy of making contact with Hisao's straining cock. "Just ask for what you want..."

Hisao screwed his eyes shut. I want you to stop fucking with me. I want a fucking shower. I want to watch you die slowly. "I want to cum," he gasped.

"As you wish," Caeleb whispered. Hisao felt the man's hand wrap around his cock, and a sudden surge of pleasure ran through him. "Cum for me, my pet."

Hisao saw white. His balls tightened, his body went rigid, and he came in under a second.

***

Hisao did get his shower in the end. After the most earth-shattering orgasm of his life, he'd needed a few minutes to recover.

Caeleb had grinned like a cat who'd not only eaten the entire Canary but had also, somehow, coated it in cream first. Hisao hadn't cared. He hadn't known if he would ever move again. It had taken Caeleb threatening to bend him over the back of the bench and take him raw to get him onto his feet and heading for the shower. He didn't even care that he was tracking mud throughout the house.

When he emerged 20 minutes later, with a towel wrapped around his waist and another being used to dry his hair, the footprints had gone. Caeleb had lined up what looked to be half the contents of the kitchen on the sideboard and was looking at him expectantly.

"What?" Hisao asked. "Do I have something on my face?"

"Have you forgotten so easily?" Caeleb half mocked, half scolded.

He hadn't; he'd remembered that he was supposed to be choosing the food for the night, he just enjoyed winding Caeleb up.

Caeleb narrowed his eyes. "Choose. What we eat tonight is up to you."

Hisao stared at the options available, playing up the dilemma for dramatic effect.

He was surprised when Caeleb indulged his wilder suggestions and random switching of choices. He didn’t even bat an eye when he offered up chilli-fried bacon. By the end, he was actually starting to grow worried. It wasn't like the man to be so passive. Adding a few final flourishes to his act, he settled on a simple stir-fried chicken and vegetable concoction.

Caeleb nodded and waited to see if he'd change his mind again; when he didn't Caeleb reached for the apron and threw it at Hisao. "Wise choice," he said before returning to his chair by the fire.

Narrowing his eyes, Hisao, caught the apron and stared down at the ingredients. It felt like a trap, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now. He wasn't the best cook in the world, but he did at least know his way around a kitchen, and he made sure to fuss around for a while. He made a show of how put-upon he was, but if he was being honest, his afternoon of captivity had been, well, not exactly fun; maybe agreeable was a better word. While he would never say that he enjoyed gardening, the exercise had been welcome, and he wasn't shy about his body. He'd worked hard for what he had, and if he'd done his best to distract Caeleb from his damned book while he worked, well, a guy had to amuse himself somehow.

The food didn't take long to make. The stir fry was basic, but it smelt wonderful after a day of no food at all. It even caused Caeleb to get up from his seat to come over to sample a piece. Hisao batted his hand away as he reached for a slice of savoy cabbage that was dangling from the side of the wok.

He felt the change in the atmosphere almost immediately. Caeleb's mild curiosity flipped to anger as if a switch had been thrown.

"Too far," Caeleb said, his soft voice somehow making the threat all the more real. "Go and sit in front of the fire, now. I will serve the meal."

Reluctantly, Hisao complied. Picking a fight now wouldn't benefit him, and after cooking the food, he wasn't willing to risk missing out on eating it.

The rug was large and, thankfully, soft. Hioka knelt, deliberately turning his back to Caeleb and watched the flames dance. There was something soothing about staring into a fire; Hisao could lose himself for hours at a time watching the flickering light, finding faces and watching monsters spring to life and die seconds later. It was hypnotic. Letting himself go in that way, however, was a luxury he couldn't afford in this place. Instead, he contented himself with listening to the clatter of plates and the scraping of pans behind him as Caeleb served their meal.

He turned when he heard footsteps approaching and felt black amusement course through him. "A dog bowl?" he drawled. "Really?"

Caeleb bent down and placed the dish on the floor in front of his chair. Hisao had to give the man points for style. The imagery of the scene would be impressive. "If you're going to behave like a dog, then I'll happily treat you like one. Least I remind you that you were cooking my food, in my house, Hisao, it is not your place to decide what I can and can not eat."

Hisao felt his stomach growl, it smelt amazing. "I suppose you'll be wanting this back too then?" he said as he removed the apron and towels. He let them fall onto the floor beside him and bent down to pick a piece of chicken from his bowl.

He felt a surge of power behind him, and before he had a chance to touch the food, his hands were tied to the floor either side of the bowl. To his dismay, his legs were secured fast as well. He was literally on all fours at the man’s feet.

"Dogs don't eat with their hands," Caeleb said as he settled into his chair. He rested his plate on his knee and deliberately plucked a piece of cabbage from it with his fork.

They don't garden or cook either, Hisao thought as he bent, doing his best to eat with what dignity he had left, but he knew better than to say that aloud.

***

The night passed quietly after that. Caeleb read his book, and Hisao was left to make himself comfortable on the floor.

As the fire died, Caeleb marked the page he was on and stood up. "Time for bed, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Hisao lifted his head. He'd been having a vivid daydream, imagining Caeleb trapped inside the dying embers, slowly roasting alive. “We do?" he asked innocently.

Nodding Caeleb said, "We do. Now are you going to be a good boy and heel, or am I going to have to keep you on a leash in the house?"

Hisao bit back the instinct to stab the man in his far too pale neck and smiled his most saccharine grin. "Boss, you know I belong to you. It would be foolish in the extreme to bite the hand that feeds." He looked up at Caeleb through his lashes and rose to his hands and knees, arching his hips ever so slightly.

Caeleb nodded his approval. "Good, now go get washed, meet me in the bedroom in five minutes."

***

Caeleb was sitting at the end of the bed when Hisao came into the room. He was on all fours and moving as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His dark hair was damp, and Caeleb could smell his own mild soap on the man's skin. He wanted to stroke him from head to foot; to hear him cry out his name. But no, that would have to wait for tomorrow.

Hisao stopped at his feet and looked up expectantly. Caeleb turned to stare at an elegant, but well built oversized cage in the corner of the room. "You'll be sleeping in there tonight."

He watched Hisao take in the golden bars, the plush mattress and the extremely robust lock before plastering on a fake smile and crawling over to the door and waiting for him to open it. "I always did appreciate the fact that you were a quick learner," Caeleb said as he got to his feet and walked to open the cage. Plucking a key from around his neck, he opened the door, and Hisao entered without a word.

As he closed and locked it, the Gladiator said, "Just so we're clear, if there's a fire, I'm the one thing you rescue from the house."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Caeleb said and allowed his towel to fall to the floor. He heard Hisao's intake of breath at the reveal of the fully detailed compass tattoo on his back before he climbed under the bedcovers. He fell asleep to the sound of Hisao's rhythmical breathing.

***

Caeleb rose early the next morning. He had things he had to take care of out of view of Hisao's observant gaze. Today had to go off without a hitch.

***

By the time he released Hisao from his cage, everything was in place, and the man looked beautifully angry.

"You know, you have a wonderful scowl in the morning," Caeleb said and watched Hisao emerge from his prison and stretch. He stayed on all fours, and Caeleb felt the familiar thrill of power he'd missed ever since Kian had seared his heart with his damned seal. Bending to cup the man's chin in his hand, he gently pulled him to his feet. "Today is a new day. Behave, and I promise you'll receive generous recompense for your services rendered."

"Such a thoughtful Master," Hisao sneered. "Now, if you'll excuse me I have some business I need to take care of."

Caeleb stood aside. "Of course, feel free to use my bathroom. I'll join you for a shower momentarily."

Hisao briefly paused before nodding and walking into the en-suite, pointedly closing the door behind him.

***

Caeleb admired his creation in the three large mirrors he'd arranged for this specific occasion. Beautiful black eyes stared at him in stunned silence. The unfamiliar makeup had been professionally applied; it sculpted his cheekbones, highlighted his brows and turned his lips blood red.

He was spectacular.

The man’s waist had been cinched tight by an overbust whalebone corset, and the delicate black lace that lay over the pure white silk below perfectly complemented Hisao's complexion. The floor-length ball gown skirt of the dress fell over his hips flawlessly. His tailor had out-done himself.

"The subtle spider hiding in the lace is a nice touch," Hisao said, his voice flat with shock.

Caeleb ran his hands over the man's bare shoulders and leaned in to plant a kiss against his neck. "Thank you," he said softly. "That particular design was quite hard to track down." He ran a hand through Hisao's smooth hair. Straightened like this it fell to just past the nape of his neck and brushed softly against Caeleb's cheek as he planted a second kiss just below the man's jaw.

One more piece and he would be perfect. Caeleb picked up the delicate choker and carefully fastened it around Hisao's exposed neck. Chains of sparkling beads hung in an intricate web, covering his captive's exposed chest. The overall effect was of a spiderweb glistening in the morning dew.

"There," Caeleb said, meeting Hisao's eye in the mirror. "Now you're perfect."

"You certainly don't hold back when you play dress-up do you?" Hisao joked, raising his gloved hand to examine the choker. The thief’s bride.

"Well," Caeleb admitted. "I have to confess that I have more than one reason for wanting you in that dress." Hisao raised a sculpted eyebrow, and Caeleb felt a rush of excitement run through him. "We have a party to attend." Hisao's already perfect posture went rigid. "I'll need you to be on your best behaviour. You're to be my Black Widow."

"And you?" Hisao asked carefully.

Caeleb smiled wickedly. "I'm to be your mate."

"The female Widow eats her suitor after she's finished with him," Hisao said, interested despite his current predicament.

"Only if he's too slow," Caeleb whispered and saw Hisao's eyes flash with interest. "I have another proposal for you, something to keep your wonderful mind from wandering too far off-task."

"I'm all ears," Hisao breathed, turning until his painted lips until they were millimetres away from Caeleb's.

"Find and dispose of my target at the ball," Caeleb said, pausing to lick along Hisao's bottom lip. "And tonight, my beautiful wife, I'll be yours to have, and to hold."

***

Hisao was not prone to nerves. He took whatever came his way with stoic grace, bending instead of breaking; rigidity, in his experience, was a recipe for an early grave.

So when the speaker at the masquerade ball announced Caeleb and himself as "The Black Widow and her Suitor," he simply smiled and fell into the role he'd been given. It was all a performance. This was as much his real self as the face he’d shown Caeleb that morning.

He swept down the stairs, deigning to notice the occasional speculative glance and didn't even look to see if Caeleb was following; he knew he would be.

Making his way into the room at large, he scanned the area, taking note of who was and who was not paying attention to them. Both were potential giveaways. Caeleb hadn't said who the target was or what they looked like, only that a person was threatening valuable property of his and that they were to be 'taken care of'.

An amateur would disguise themselves as a member of the waiting staff, someone with more experience would be amongst the guests and a pro...well, you'd never even notice a pro until it was too late. Luckily for him, he was also a professional killer, and with or without his magic, he would enjoy himself.

***

Watching Hisao work had always been satisfying. He reminded Caeleb of Marcy; you would never see her strings until she pulled them tight, and by then, of course, it was too late, you were already dancing.

Hisao worked the room like he was born for the roll, shrugging off potential suitors and taking others up on their offer of a dance, and glancing over at Caeleb to see how he would react. Each time Caeleb would offer him a polite nod and raise his glass to let him know that he wasn't phased.

When one of the more gullible men tried to lean in for a kiss, Hisao slid his hand up to his suitor's neck and quite clearly squeezed. Caeleb wished that he could have heard what Hisao said to him, but the look on the man’s face was priceless.

Hisao circled back to him after that.

"Can you imagine, the pig actually propositioned me?" Hisao said with feigned disgust.

"I can," Caeleb replied, raising his drink to his mouth to take a sip.

Hisao snatched it from his hand. "Are you particularly suicidal or just trying to wind me up?" he demanded.

Caeleb frowned and snatched the glass back. "I am not the target, Hisao, my possessions are."

Taking hold of Caeleb's hand, Hisao tipped his drink onto the floor. "Oops," he said. "Looks like I'm going to have to get you another." He turned and flashed a winning smile at a handsome waiter carrying a tray filled with white wine. Caeleb saw the young man blush as he approached them and allowed Hisao to take two glasses. He thought he saw him give the kid a flirtatious wink.

"You do have a way with men, Hisao, don't you?" he said.

Hisao shrugged. "It's a gift," he said nonchalantly. His black eyes narrowed in concentration as he took a sip from both glasses, testing each thoughtfully. "They'll do," he declared and handed Caeleb his drink. "So, am I allowed to ask what the suicidal bandit is trying to steal from you or would that give too much away?"

Caeleb smirked. "Something I've grown increasingly fond of over the years." He sighed as theatrically as Hisao had earlier. "I keep trying to give it up, but I just can't bring myself to do it."

"So why not let them take it, problem solved," Hisao suggested. He'd never had anything he couldn't live without, and he’d thought that his Boss had been the same. It was strange to hear him talking like this.

"The thought had crossed my mind," Caeleb said, smirking. "But, in the end, it's proved too useful to allow it to be taken from me."

"In that case," Hisao said. "Can I ask about the woman in the black dress with those gods awful golden straps? She's circled three times already and keeps giving me strange looks."

"You can ask," Caeleb said, following Hisao's gaze. "But I'm not sure if I can be of much help. I've been somewhat distracted by a certain someone in a particularly fine dress," Caeleb added, taking a larger swig of his drink. He’d only just found the Assassin himself. He'd hired her to target Hisao a few weeks before, but he’d never met the woman in person. He’d expected Hisao to win the fight, but it was gratifying to see that even without his magic, Hisao was just as perceptive as always. "Wow, that is a bad dress isn't it?" he added, to see if he could distract his Black Widow. "Why would she wear gold with her skin tone?"

Hisao suddenly brightened. "Why don't we ask her?"

Well played, Caeleb thought. If he refused, it would give the game away too soon. If he complied, it would look as if he was with the target. He hadn't given the Assassin his name or any clue as to why he'd hired her. If he played along, he was risking exposing his involvement. "Why not? Caeleb said with a smile. "A day without being rude to a random stranger is a day wasted, after all."

"Rude?" Hisao asked, holding a hand to his chest dramatically. "Me?"

"I know," Caeleb drawled as he watched the woman melt back into the crowd. "It's hard to imagine, but do try to remember that we’re in polite company."

Hisao turned to find where the woman had gone, pouting slightly when he realised that he couldn't see her any more. "Boss, why do you always have to spoil my fun?" he mocked.

Caeleb looked around, playing along with Hisao's little game. "Oh, she appears to have left," he said innocently and watched Hisao sniff.

Hisao waited until he had Caeleb's full attention before saying, "Well, we'll just have to tempt her back again, won't we?" and kissed the man on the lips.

It was slow at first; Hisao wasn't entirely sure how the man would respond, but when he began to kiss back...

Their mouths fought with one another, lips locked together until Hisao began to feel...he gasped and pulled away. "You pushed your magic into your lips?" he whispered, half impressed, half horrified. He didn't have any underwear on, and there was no way he could hide an erection in this dress.

"You kissed me, Nemain," Caeleb said evenly. "Can you blame me for wanting to enjoy myself?"

Hisao glared. The man was so smug. He wanted to do was wipe the grin off his stupid, angular, handsome- an idea came to him, and he hardened his eyes. "You shouldn't take advantage of a Lady like that, Sir," he snarled and slapped the man hard across the face.

It was a calculated move, and it would likely end up with him being punished tonight, but by the Gods, it had felt good. Striding away as if he were the most put upon Belle at the Ball, he headed directly for the best-looking bachelor in the room.

Forcing the most winning smile he could pull off onto his face, he looked the man - who was only a few inches shorter than himself - up and down and purred. "Wanna see a trick?"

***

A crowd had formed around Hisao; laughing and cheering at his improvised magic show. He’d even made himself a small stage. The man was in his element. Half the room was eating out of his hand, and, more importantly, he had complete control over the entire situation.

Caeleb chuckled as Hisao made a stick of Lipstick appear from apparently nowhere and painted it across a wide-eyed man's face, giving him a full, exaggerated grin.

The crowd, as one, swelled with applause.

It was then that he saw his Assassin make her move. She walked silently through the press of people and expertly dripped two drops of clear liquid into Hisao's glass.

Caeleb felt his heart beat faster as he waited to see what would happen next. Watching Hisao perform was mesmerising and he found that, after the kiss, he was looking forward to tonight more than he’d expected he would. Unless something went drastically wrong, the evening was looking like it would be extremely promising.

Hisao swooped down upon the woman, spinning her in place and pulling her into full view of the crowd; it was Masterful. He'd presented her to the entire room as the subject of his next trick, while simultaneously letting her know her first attempt to end his life had been entirely unsuccessful.

He produced a handkerchief he'd pickpocketed from a man earlier, appearing to pull it out of her ear as she struggled to get away.

Amature, Caeleb thought. They'll remember you if you struggle. No one remembers the ones who cooperate.

Next, Hisao slipped a card from the top of her dress, cheekily making an exaggerated look of naughty merriment for the onlookers. They were lapping it up and, as the woman tried to slap his hand away, he spun her again.

***

Hisao toyed with, what he'd quickly realised, was his would-be-Assassin for as long as he could. He had to entirely disorient the woman for his plan to work. He'd been happy to see that she had no idea how to handle a crowd, and had struggled to escape him, even going so far as to slap, in a Ladylike manner, at his hands. At least she had enough presence of mind not to drop her act entirely; it was almost a shame that it wouldn't matter by the end of the night.

He kept on playing with her for a good five minutes, keeping her off balance and using some basic hypnotic techniques he'd learned from his days at the circus to plant some simple suggestions in her mind. Typically, they wouldn't work on someone like her, but any time anyone was out of their element, they became vulnerable.

He allowed himself to glance over at Caeleb; he knew all too well what that kind of vulnerability felt like. A shiver passed down his spine, and he snarled, for just a second, before holding the woman's hand up theatrically and asking the crowd to give her a last round of applause.

As she staggered away, eyes slightly unfocused and clearly desperate to get away from all of the people, he reached down to the table and said, "Oh, my dear, don't forget your drink."

***

His Gladiator-come-magician had lived up to his reputation. He'd disoriented the Assassin so much that he'd actually managed to hand her, her own poisoned chalice; and she'd thanked him for remembering it.

Caeleb watched in amazement and, to his surprise, mild arousal, as she wobbled slightly, and almost toppled into a total stranger before catching herself and drinking deeply from her glass to steady her nerves.

Hisao's show continued. Caeleb wanted to drag him off his self-made stage and ravish him.

***

Over the course of the next ten minutes, Hisao steadily ratcheted up his tricks until, without apparent effort, or anyone noticing how over the top things were becoming, he was hypnotising perfect strangers into kissing on stage.

Hardly anyone seemed to notice when a woman in the audience collapsed, frothing at the mouth and convulsing uncontrollably, but Hisao did, and he sprang into action. Jumping down off of his improvised stage, he picked up the hem of his dress and ran over to her, calling in alarm for a doctor.

Caeleb sighed and forced a look of concern onto his face as he walked over to his pet to see if he could 'help'.

Hisao had flipped the woman onto her side, but it was clear that, as the last of the convulsions ended, she was already dead. The golden straps of her dress turned the soft white light of the chandelier overhead into a burned orange and the life died in her blue eyes.

"Out of the way!" an authoritative voice ordered. "Give me room; I'm a doctor, someone call an ambulance!"

Caeleb pulled Hisao away, leaving the doctor to his work and moved them to the side of the room as guests milled about, trying to get a better view of what was happening; while simultaneously trying to appear as if they didn't want to know.

"An Assassin, really?" Hisao asked petulantly. "You could have at least gone to the Zollanos. I'm sure Isaiah would have been happy to accommodate your every whim."

"I didn't want you dead, darling," Caeleb said. "But I needed a distraction, and, well, I thought I'd give you a little treat, after all, you did so well yesterday..."

"She wasn't worth your money," Hisao shrugged, deliberately ignoring the suggestion. "I hope whatever it was you were stealing will at least cause you to break even," he added as he replayed their earlier conversation in his mind and internally snarled.

"I'm shocked you care," Caeleb said amiably, watching a man in a puffy green jacket with a white cross on its back run past.

"Possessions rarely do, I know," Hisao said bitterly. "But this one thinks that we should probably be going."

Caeleb laughed, watching as the news that the woman was dead spread throughout the crowd. "Jimmy's waiting out back." He held his arm out for Hisao to take. "Shall we, my dear?"

***

They were silent on the car ride home. Hisao didn't dare imagine that Caeleb would actually keep his promise...but...he'd had no evidence to say that he wouldn't. The man sat next to him, passive and quiet, staring out of the window as if he didn't have a care in the world, and it was driving Hisao insane.

Jimmy was eyeing him in the rearview mirror, and Hisao had to resist the urge to glower. When all this was over the man was going to regret the looks he was giving him.

As they pulled into the driveway Caeleb appeared to come out of his trance and instructed Jimmy to dispose of the car after he'd dropped them off. Still staring at Hisao, the man agreed and watched the two of them walk up to the house with a startled smirk on his face.

Hisao waited as Caeleb opened the door and stood aside to let him pass. He felt strangely nervous when he gathered up the skirt of his dress and crossed the threshold. There was an odd electricity in the air, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as Caeleb followed behind him.

The click of the deadbolt locking into place caused Hisao's spine to stiffen.

Caeleb's hands slid around his waist. "You were magnificent tonight," Hisao heard him whisper. His breath was sweet from the expensive wine he'd been drinking. Caeleb's hands moved to meet across his middle and pulled him back against the man's toned body. "You’ve earned your reward, my beautiful wife."

"I have?" Hisao tried to keep the tone of hope from his voice.

***

Caeleb turned him in his arms, and Hisao shivered, looking down at the man's storm-filled eyes.

"I do not break my word, Hisao," Caeleb said, running his hands over the bodice of the dress. "Tonight, I'm all yours."

Hisao still didn't quite believe it. Gingerly he moved his hand to rest on Caeleb's waist, and when the man didn't stop him, he slid the other underneath his jacket. He watched the patient and slightly curious look on Caeleb's face change to mild amusement as he ran his hand up the man’s chest and slipped the dinner-jacket from his shoulder.

"You can just tell me to take it off if you like," Caeleb suggested.

Hisao slid the other shoulder of his jacket off and pushed him back until he was pinned against the wall of the entrance hall, arms trapped at his side. "I could," he purred. "But where would be the fun in that?"

He surged forwards and claimed Caeleb's mouth again...and he let him. He ran his hands over the man's body, and he didn't protest. When Hisao moved them down over his hips and across to his inner thighs, he felt a small excited hiss against his lips.

"I've been thinking about this all night," Caeleb gasped as Hisao's hands explored his body.

"You have?" Hisao asked sceptically, tugging Caeleb's shirt out from his trousers.

"You don't sound convinced, my darling," Caeleb drawled, but sighed happily when Hisao's fingers slid under his top to explore his abs.

"Excuse me if I find it hard to believe that you'd allow your toy to have it's way with you so easily," Hisao countered.

"Maybe I just like to push it's buttons, to find out what it'll do?" Caeleb teased, arching himself into Hisao's touch.

"And how far is this going to go, Master?" Hisao purred, dragging his nails down Caeleb's chest. Hearing the man groan his name he had to fight his instinct to slice and cut into Caeleb's flesh. He knew that, at least, when his shirt came off, there would be angry pink lines, just begging to be licked.

Caeleb's pupils were blown wide, and he moaned, "As far as you like."

Hisao leaned in and whispered, "And if I want to put you in the collar and leash?"

Feeling Hisao's fingers tighten on his nipple Caeleb gasped, "Then I will wear them, Hisao."

Hisao growled, pulling away. He wasn't supposed to say that. "That's not - You can't just-" Hisao stared at the man, now leaning with half-lidded eyes, against the wall of his own hallway. He was shirtless, arms trapped at his sides by his sleeves. His trousers were low slung, perfectly highlighting the sculpted muscles of his chest, abdomen and hips. Before all this had started, Hisao would have already had him on his knees, hand in his hair and mouth wide open; how many times had he fantasised about that exact scenario when he was part of his gang?

Now? Caeleb was handing himself to him on a silver platter. His lip curled in a sneer; it was too easy.

Lunging forwards he took the man's mouth in another punishing kiss - and he let him; moaning and bending, arching into his touch. "Stop it," Hisao snarled, pulling at Caeleb's hair to expose his neck.

"Stop what?" the man gasped as Hisao sucked a bruise over his pulse.

"This," Hisao hissed. "Stop being so...fight me, Boss. This isn't any fun if you don't play too."

"But, Hisao, I promised that you could have all of me tonight," Caeleb said, amusement dancing in his eyes. "It would be rather unfair if I started resisting now, don't you think?"

Hisao grabbed Caeleb by his arm and flung him down the hallway. He stumbled slightly but easily found his feet, before turning to face Hisao with a wide grin. "Now, now, darling. Careful. I'll charge you for anything you break."

Hisao slammed his fist into the wooden wall, denting it and feeling the satisfying burn in his fingers that came along with a perfectly landed punch. Even without his magical abilities, he was strong enough to make his point.

Caeleb's eyes darkened. "You aren't going to make me break my word, Hisao."

He knocked a vase from its shelf as he stalked towards his captor, dress billowing dramatically behind him.

"You can break everything in this house; I won't fight you," Caeleb warned, backing off into the front room. "I made you a promise, and I will keep it."

"And what if I want you to fight me, sweetheart? What then?" Hisao asked, still tracking the man who was, he realised, leading him towards the bedroom.

"Then it will be disappointing for you, Hisao," Caeleb said, reaching behind him for the door handle. "I'm not going to resist you." Caeleb found it and opened the bedroom door.

"Fight back!" Hisao demanded and pushed Caeleb again, sending the man flying onto the large double bed in the centre of the room.

"Not gonna happen, Hisao," Caeleb said as he caught himself and grinned.

Hisao felt the fury that had been trapped inside him for the past two days rising. The man who had used him as if he were some kind of doll, was laying passive, and propped up on his elbows, smiling at him. "So, Master, how is this supposed to go then, enlighten me."

"You instruct, I do. It's simple, Hisao," Caeleb said. "But I will not fight you when you're at such a disadvantage; I don't care how uncomfortable you feel."

Caeleb's words made Hisao's blood boil. "Then give me back my ability."

Caeleb smirked. "That wasn't the deal either."

Hisao wanted to scream. He tried to tear at the bodice of his dress, but without the added strength of his magic, the fabric held firm. "Take this damn thing off me!" he roared.

Caeleb grinned. "Yes, Ma'am," he said smugly and climbed off the bed. "May I take off my shirt? Or do you want me to remain as I am?"

"Take it off," Hisao snapped. "I don't care; just get this dress off of me!" He was too full of confused rage to think straight. None of this was right, and Hisao couldn't understand why.

He watched as Caeleb carefully undid the buttons holding his sleeves in place at his wrist and removed his shirt. He'd seen the man topless more times than he could count, so why did this feel different?

Caeleb's hands snaked around his waist, and Hisao felt himself shudder, anticipation coiling in the pit of his stomach. When he felt the man beginning to loosen the ribbons at his back, he gasped, knowing how good he would feel when his corset finally came off. He was used to tight clothing and working with the shortness of breath that came with it, but when Caeleb fully let out the lacing, he moaned again; this part always felt so good.

The bodice was entirely undone, and Hisao felt Caeleb's hand stroking down his back; he closed his eyes, fighting the desire to lean into the touch. When the man's arm wrapped around his chest, pushing the bodice aside, and Hisao felt Caeleb's skin press up against his back, he cursed. His heart was racing.

"What now, my beautiful bride?" Caeleb whispered into his ear. "Should I take it all off? Do you want me to find out what you have underneath that gorgeous dress of yours?"

Hisao was shaking. Caeleb hadn't even used his magic, but Hisao wanted to melt against him. "Yes," he said, his voice was far too breathless and hated himself for how weak he sounded.

"As you wish, Mistress," Caeleb purred. Hisao felt the vibrations of the small zip at the base of his spine, then the brush of silk across his hips as his dress fell to the floor.

He was hard already.

Caeleb pressed against him and kissed along the top of his back. "You're stunning, Mistress."

Hisao screwed his eyes shut. Caeleb couldn't be doing this to him without any magic; he couldn't.

"Tell me what you want, Mistress," Caeleb whispered, this time his lips were against his neck. "I'm yours."

Hisao refused to turn around. He reached behind him, grabbed hold of Caeleb's trousers and felt his strong legs underneath the fabric. "Off," he said quietly. "Take them off."

"Yes, Mistress," Caeleb agreed, and Hisao felt him unbuttoning then, then sliding his trousers down his legs. "My shoes?" Caeleb asked innocently.

"Off," Hisao hissed, still unable to move. "Take it all off."

"As you wish, Mistress," Caeleb said, and Hisao cursed him anew for his infuriating calm.

Why are you doing this to me, you bastard? he thought. Why am I letting you make me feel like this?

Hisao looked down to see Caeleb kicking his clothes and shoes aside, and knew what was going to happen next. He wasn't disappointed. The press of Caeleb's naked body against him was everything he needed and exactly what he didn't want to crave. "I hate you," he whispered.

"No, my sweet, you don't," Caeleb said against his ear. "You hate that you don't hate me."

"You won't break me," Hisao said, as the truth of Caeleb's words sank in. He felt Caeleb smile against his skin.

"Yes, Mistress, I will."

It was the challenge of the man's words, more than anything else, that snapped Hisao out of his paralysis. Grabbing the arm around his waist, he pulled Caeleb out from behind him and flung him down onto the bed. He didn't resist. Catching himself easily, Caeleb moved so that he was looking straight at Hisao, and grinned.

"I'm all yours, honey," he said, drawing a feral snarl from Hisao.

"Yes," Hisao growled as he climbed onto the bed after him, "You are."

***

Seeing the promise in Hisao's black eyes sent a thrill up Caeleb's spine. When the man reached his ankles, he shoved them apart and kept on coming, leaving Caeleb to spread his legs or have them crushed. That's it, Caeleb thought. This is what I want.

"Mistress," he gasped as Hisao bent over him and bit down on his nipple. It amused him to no end that the man hadn't once objected to the title. Hisao snarled and bit down harder, this time drawing a real gasp of pain from him. Caeleb's hand automatically grabbed for Hisao's hair to pull him off, but Hisao caught it before he could find his mark.

"Oh, Caeleb, you should know better than to try to touch your Mistress's hair," Hisao purred, rocking his hips to spread Caeleb's legs wider.

Caeleb bucked up against him. "I'm sorry, Mistress," he said breathlessly. "However can I make it up to you?"

He felt Hisao's cock pressing at the entrance to his hole. Yes.

He'd prepared himself earlier in the evening, but he still felt the burn when Hisao pushed into him dry.

***

Caeleb was so tight. Hisao moaned as he started to move with long, even thrusts that had the man below him wrapping his legs around him and bucking up, trying to get some friction against his cock.

"Mistress," Caeleb sighed. He looked as if he was genuinely enjoying himself. Experimentally, Hisao pushed roughly into him and was rewarded with a satisfied "Yes!" from the man.

"You like your Mistress's cock, do you?" he snarled, curious to see how Caeleb would react.

"Yes, oh, yes," Caeleb said, moving in perfect time with Hisao's harsh thrusts. "Please, Mistress, more!" He grabbed Hisao's strong shoulders and dug his nails in as he pulled him down against his chest. "Mistress..." he breathed when Hisao's body pressed against his already leaking dick.

"Caeleb," Hisao gasped as the man tightened impossibly around him. He reached down and pulled Caeleb’s right leg up until it was resting on his shoulder, giving himself the room he needed to set a truly punishing pace.

"Yeeeesss," Caeleb hissed, and Hisao thought he saw the exact moment the man gave in to the pleasure he was making him feel.

Hisao knew he wasn't going to last long and wrapped his hand around Caeleb's cock, forcing a startled gasp from the man. "You're gonna cum for Mistress. You're gonna cum and let her use you until she finishes inside your tight little fuck hole," he snarled.

***

Caeleb looked up into Hisao's hate-filled eyes and knew that he'd won this round as well. Hisao was breaking, piece by piece.

"Yes, Mistress," he whimpered, turning his face away, feigning embarrassment even as he pushed up, fucking himself into Hisao's hand.

The man's dick felt so good inside of him, and he wanted to howl his name; instead, as he felt his climax building he shouted, "Mistress!" and let himself fall over the edge.

***

Hisao gritted his teeth, refusing to cum as he watched Caeleb's orgasm. The man shook, panting and screaming in pleasure. He was everything Hisao had dreamed he would be, and more. When Caeleb's green eyes eventually opened, the look of shock at what had happened on his face was enough to tip him into oblivion.

***

"We should shower, my sweet," Caeleb said as he ran his fingers along the nape of Hisao's neck.

The man had fucked him two more times since they'd both cum together, and the last time he'd managed to stretch it out until Caeleb had genuinely allowed himself to beg for release. He'd been impressed.

"Mistress?" he whispered. Hisao was lying silently against his chest.

"It's nearly midnight," Hisao said eventually.

"It is," Caeleb agreed, wondering if the note of sadness he'd heard in Hisao's voice had just been his own wishful thinking.

Hisao lifted his head, and Caeleb looked up to see his trademark grin back in place. "Then let's see how well you do at cleaning me with those skilful hands of yours tied behind your back, shall we?"

"Creative," Caeleb said and pushed himself up to plant a kiss on Hisao's lips.

***

Hisao awoke alone, with the smell of coffee filling the air. He followed his nose into the front room and saw Caeleb sitting on the porch outside, holding his drink in both hands and staring at the horizon.

After pouring himself his own fortifying cup, he took in a deep breath and joined the other man on his porch. Hisao sat down next to him without a word.

Caeleb summoned his mirror and placed it down on the seat between them.

Hisao didn't look at it.

"Take your time," Caeleb said patiently and closed his eyes as he happily drank from his cup.

"I hate you," Hisao said, placing his hand down on the glass and gasping as his magic returned.

"No, you don't," Caeleb said quietly.

Hisao didn't say a word; he was already planning for the next time they met.

“That’s what I thought,” Caeleb said, smiling.

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J. Rivers

Hi, I'm Julia. I write erotic stories, enjoy long walks in the park and have a shameless sweet tooth. My stories tend to fall into the LGBTQ+ category, usually involve kink and have an unapologetic amount of plot too.

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