Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Greek Love ❯ The bath ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Seeing Ryo take a gulp and unconsciously slip lower into the water, Dee's smile broadened. He hadn't thought Ryo was capable of turning a deeper shade of red than he already was from the steaming water, but somehow he managed it.

"Umm- wouldn't that be inappropriate?" Ryo mumbled. "You shouldn't lower yourself to wash a servant..." he finished lamely.

Dee cocked his head to one side and shrugged his shoulders in a in a dismissive gesturer. "I'm the master of the house, I can do as I please," he said simply. Ryo was now so far down in the water that the only visible part of him was the upper-half of his head and the caps of his knees, which were drawn up to his chest. Inwardly Dee sighed, Mother had told him to move slowly with him and it seemed she was (as in so many matters) correct here.

"Why don't we begin with your hair?" Dee said gently. There was a small nod from the bobbing head as Dee stepped up behind the tub and kneeled, setting down the soap and gripping the silver pitcher set beside the bath. As the tall man leaned over to dip the vessel into the water, Ryo made a slight flinch and Dee found himself a trifle annoyed at his continued unease. He had behaved better with this stranger than he did with many of his friends, but it appeared he hadn't won any trust for it. Still, he said to himself, it's only been a little more than a day, give him time; he's been through so much. Again, his thoughts turned uncharacteristically sentimental and Dee shook his head, returning to the task as hand.

The blond man hadn't been sure what to expect when the hot water poured over his head and two soapy hands writhed themselves into his wet tangles. But when the other man made no attempts to move his hands lower, Ryo's shoulders relaxed, his body reacting to Dee's adept fingers. It was difficult to keep his defenses up with the slippery hands working his scalp so expertly, massaging away the tension and grime from weeks of toil. There was a tenderness in Dee's movements that touched Ryo and he found himself leaning back to give him better access to his tresses. When he had awakened a month ago chained and bound for Greece, he had never expected to encounter such soft-hearted affection ever again. Having resigned himself to a life of harsh servitude and brutal survival, this sweet assault on his senses was overwhelming. He still wasn't sure exactly what this man's intentions were, but for even this much consideration Ryo felt unbelievably grateful.

Dee paused. "What?" he asked to the mummer of Ryo's voice.

"...thank you," he heard Ryo say quietly. For once, Dee was at a loss for words; he wasn't sure what the demure man was thanking him for, but it sent a unexpected warmth racing to his heart to hear the words.

"No need," Dee mumbled in return. Most people made extraordinary demands upon him simply because of his position and wealth, but here was someone thanking him for merely providing food and shelter and a few basic comforts. With every artless word and action this man was burying himself deeper into Dee's heart and it was disconcerting for a man who had always distanced himself from his conquests. Faced with the inconvenient idea of love pushing at his mind, the dark-haired man returned to a more comfortable preoccupation: seduction.

Although Ryo couldn't have said when exactly it happened, at some point the simple motion of Dee running his fingers through his hair had turned into a sensual, provocative act. And the transition had been so seamless that Ryo had no time to pull up his defensive once more and felt himself swept up in the erotic dance. Dee's hands slipped down to trace small circles along his neck. They drifted over his shoulders, pressing gently but insistently into the knots of his back and lifting them away. Initially, the movements were slow and methodical, but they soon grew with speed and intensity until the tall man's fingers were running up and down his spine, then twisting into his soaked hair to tug possessively at the slick ends. Unpracticed in the games of seduction and love, Ryo was soon whimpering despite himself, his body flushed, aroused, and responsive.

Above him, Dee smiled, finally on familiar ground once more. Taking advantage of the other man's distracted state, he whispered huskily in his ear, "Stand for me." Suddenly the body before him stilled and Dee felt some of the man's earlier tension return. "Stand," he gently commanded, waiting with curiosity to see if Ryo would indeed comply. When he didn't, Dee added with mock-severity, "Are you disobeying me?"

"N-no!" the younger man cried, "I just...I-"

"Never mind, I'll just reach into the water and feel my way around..." Dee said, stretching a hand around to slide it down Ryo's chest. In an instant the blond had shot out of the water- half-soaking Dee's long, flowing tunic in the process. "Very good," said the dark-haired man in approval. Ryo wasn't sure if he as referring to his behavior or his physique and a chill ran through him that had nothing to do with the cool evening air. If only he could see his face maybe he'd know what to expect- then he thought about those deep, penetrating green eyes and thought better of the idea. "Relax," came Dee's rich voice close to his neck. But, of course, that was impossible for Ryo as he stood naked with his master behind him, both of them painfully aware of their mutual growing arousals.

With slow deliberation, Dee slid his slippery hands over Ryo's back, feeling him arch ever so slightly into his touch. He stopped just shy of the man's buttocks, opting to reach around his waist and soap his chest thoroughly. Leaning forward, he brought his own well-muscled chest against Ryo's slick back, his dripping-wet tunic only serving to heighten the friction between their heated bodies. In swift, luscious movements, Dee brought his palms over Ryo's taught stomach, then swept up to graze his pink nipples before resting his hands over his shoulders.

Ryo was utterly lost to the sweet sensations rushing through his body. How long had it been since anyone had touched him with affection? Years, he thought. Not since his parents' death had he been fortunate enough to feel anyone wrap their arms about him or place a tender kiss along his cheek. Not for those two long years had he been able to feel the warmth of another human being next to his skin. After so long a deprivation from human intimacy, the young man was starved for kindness and affection. And this new, consuming passion was more than enough to make his knees weak and his senses reel.

Suddenly an altogether different warmth from Dee's hands spread over Ryo's neck as the man lowered his mouth and clamped it over his skin. To steady Ryo's now shaking body, Dee glided his hands down the blond's arms and intertwined their fingers. Ryo gripped him tightly as his strength left him and he unwittingly tilted his head back to give the raven-haired man further access to his sensitive throat.

As Dee felt the body before him quiver in growing submission, he pushed his hips forward, letting Ryo feel the full extent of his throbbing manhood as it pulled against the fabric of his clothing. Gently, over and over in an increasingly erratic rhythm, Dee pressed his erection between the smaller man's ass until Ryo began moving with him, unable to resist the sinuous movement. While his attention was elsewhere, Dee took the opportunity to untangle his fingers and slide them down the pronounced ridges of Ryo's hipbones until he reached the splendidly growing erection at the apex of his thighs.

Strangling a cry, Ryo hopelessly swayed in the tall man's arms as a warm, wet hand wrapped itself about his stiff cock. "Nnnhhhhh," a muffled groan slipped from Ryo's throat as he bit down on his lip to suppress his moans. He was pinned solidly against Dee's hard body; the man's powerful erection pressed into the small of his back while his hands worked steadily, pumping him with expert strokes. Ryo felt as if he was completely surrounded and enveloped by the dark-haired man.

"D-Dee," Ryo began, struggling to speak through the lust-filled haze blinding his thoughts, "I... I don't-"

"Shhhh..." hushed Dee, knowing that the quaking man in his arms was fighting to control himself, fighting against the passions overwhelming him. "Just let go," he insisted in a voice dripping with erotic intent, his breath brushing over the shell of Ryo's ear to send a tantalizing shiver through his body.

"I- I can't..." sputtered the smaller blond man, his body squirming in it's need for relief, but still so overwhelmed with emotion that he felt he might fall to pieces if he allowed himself to slip over the edge. Yet Ryo's body was as taught as a bowstring and as poised for release. And Dee knew it.

"Yes," pushed Dee, doubling his pace on Ryo's weeping cock. "You can!" he said in a commanding voice before sinking his teeth just hard enough into the curve of the other man's shoulder to force him to scream aloud and relinquish his control.

Within seconds Ryo burst over Dee's waiting hand and he trembled with the strength of his release. Had it not been for the firm arm wrapped about his waist from behind, the young man would have collapsed into the grimy, soiled water at his feet. After a moment he was able to stand back on his own, though rather shakily. Dee used what was left of the water in the pitcher to rinse the sticky soap from Ryo's skin. Although it was a bit cool by now, but Ryo didn't seem to mind. In fact, he rather welcomed the tepid water on his over-heated body; it calmed both his flesh and his mind.

"Come now, step over here," Dee said in a tone one might use for a tired child as he instructed him to move from the bath so he could dry him properly. As badly as Dee wished he could continue his amorous pursuits that evening, he knew it would be too much for the groggy young man. Ryo's eyes were still glazed over from the after-glow of his orgasm and he looked as if a stiff breeze would knock him over. The older man had to suppress a self-satisfied smile as he chastely patted dry the man's still-trembling body.

When Dee finished, he assumed Ryo would immediately melt into the sheets of the bed and fall to sleep. However, he sat on the edge of the bed as Dee prepared to leave and asked him, "Can you show me how to wear this?" He held up the scrap of clothing he had been attempting to wrap about himself when Dee had entered earlier.

"You'll be going to sleep, why do you need it?" the handsome man asked with a knowing smile, obviously seeing no need to cover up Ryo's gorgeous body.

Smiling back sleepily, the other man replied. "I'll need it tomorrow, though." Dee shrugged his shoulders as if to convey how unnecessary he thought it was, but he complied, pulling Ryo up from the bed.

Ryo watched as his master wrapped the light cloth so that it covered his body- barely. It was simple enough, deceptively so and Ryo was a bit embarrassed that he had to ask for help. But it didn't make him like the garment any better. And Dee could immediately see that the shy man was uncomfortable with the short, draped clothing.

"I miss my yukata," Ryo said quietly to himself.

"Hmmm?" Dee looked at him questioningly.

"Oh, nothing," the young man replied dismissively. "I used to always wear a kimono like my mother. On summer days like this I'd put on a yukata: a light kind of kimono," Ryo explained and Dee watched his eyes mist over with a look of warm nostalgia that clenched at his heart.

Lifting a hand to caress Ryo's cheek Dee said softly, "Get some sleep, Ryo."

"Good night," the blond said in return as his master stepped out the door. Ryo didn't see the cheshire grin on the dark-haired man's face as he walked away. What the young foreigner didn't know was that the Greek house, like all others, was equipped with an elaborate indoor, tiled bathtub. He didn't know Dee had only brought the copper tub in so he could have easier access to him as he washed him. Or that most Greeks used harsh sponges and scrapers to clean themselves rather than the silky, slick soap his master had opted for. And he didn't know Dee was teasing him by preparing him a hot bath, which was considered too effeminate for most men.

But one thing Dee didn't realize himself was how lost his heart already was to the young, blond stranger. And it didn't strike him at all how odd it was that he had put aside his own pleasure for another's. Even now, his thoughts stayed upon the man, wondering where and how he might procure a yukata...

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