Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Greek Love ❯ Liason & Confession ( Chapter 8 )

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Ryo didn't know why exactly, but something had happened to cause Dee to be unhappy with him. And he knew it was more than the simple fact that he was spending so much of his time with Bikky. Although that could account for some of the man's coolness, since the boy seemed to project all the anger at his enslavement at the tall, dark man. But there was something more, an air of melancholy that seemed to hang in the air in Dee's presence.

 

Not that Ryo realized this all at once, being so busy with his own endeavors. Tutoring the rather high-spirited (to put it mildly) Bikky had taken most of his energy and he would flop into bed and sleep before a thought had a chance to enter his head. But the small boy was still plagued by nightmares (Ryo's had gradually subsided), and had wandered so he often into Ryo's room at night to seek comfort that it eventually became a habit and the boy could be found every night curled next to the blond man. And for his part, Ryo didn't mind the companionship.

 

So his days were filled with useful activity and his nights were restful. He was as free as he could be considering his circumstances.

 

All in all, Ryo thought he was happy... he SHOULD be happy. So why wasn't he?

 

Because Dee had yet to ask him into his bed since the boy arrived. And that, more than anything else, was eating away at the young man.

 

Ryo had assumed that his main attraction to Dee involved companionship and security. The fact that the connection was sexual was irrelevant, or so he thought. However, the slender blond man was beginning to see that the situation was not as simple as he would've liked, his feelings not so easily swept aside. He wanted the tall, handsome man and he couldn't deny it. But he wouldn't, couldn't go to him.

 

"Well, Ryo?" came a small, insistent voice from across the table.

 

"What? I'm sorry Bikky, could you say that again?" Ryo asked, trying to bring his mind back to the present.

 

The boy sighed. "Never mind," he said theatrically. "What's wrong with you lately? Why are you sulking?"

 

The question caught Ryo off guard, he hadn't realized his emotions were so transparent. "I am not sulking! I've- I'm just tired lately, that's all," he stumbled.

 

"Is it because of Dee?"

 

"What?!" Ryo exclaimed, even more surprised. He suppressed a blush and retorted, "What would make you think it had anything to do with him?"

 

Bikky paused, "M-maybe you wish I hadn't come... maybe you want to be alone with him again."

 

"No!" Ryo swiftly reassured, "Of course not! I asked Dee to bring you here and I don't regret it. Don't ever think differently."

 

"But you barely see him and you're his lover, aren't you?" Bikky baldly asked.

 

The blond-haired man turned several shades of red as he stammered out, "I- that's not..."

 

"That's your 'duty', right?" said Bikky, with a slight bitterness to his voice. He felt very protective of his mentor and even though he wasn't raised to believe that love between men was wrong, he didn't want Ryo forced into any situation against his will either.

 

Thrown terribly off-kilter, Ryo wasn't quite sure how to respond to this. He was sure there was more to Dee's actions toward him then merely satiating his lust, but he couldn't deny that duty played a part in their relationship as well. Truthfully, Ryo couldn't say what exactly lay between them.

 

The blond sighed and tried to collect his scattered thoughts, "Duty is, well, a part of it... but Dee is never forceful or abusive. I-I don't mind it. Maybe I should make some time for him..." Ryo finally said, his voice trailing off. It was hard trying to explain the difficulties of his relationship to a young boy, especially one who was already too intrusive and curious most of the time. Once again, Ryo's mind started to wander and he wondered if Dee hadn't made any overtures toward him because he was trying to respect his time with the boy. Or maybe he had just grown tired of him?

 

"Ryo," Bikky said in an irritable tone as he watched his sometimes flighty tutor drift into his own thoughts again.

 

"Ryo," said a new voice, much closer to him.

 

"Dee!" Ryo said with surprise as the dark-haired man materialized at his side. How much had he heard? "Are you joining us?" he asked in what he hoped was a steady voice, waving a hand toward the table laden with various foods.

 

"No, I've already eaten, thank you," the tall man replied. Then, turning to Bikky he said, "You're adjusting well to your new life, I see."

 

The boy scowled, but he didn't deny it. His mouth was too stuffed with fresh, plump olives to speak in any case.

 

Stooping down low, Dee whispered in Ryo's ear, "I wish for you to join me in my chambers later this evening. I'll be expecting you." The man's breath brushed against Ryo's neck and the authoritative tone in his voice sent a shiver of anticipation running along his spine.

 

"Good evening," Dee said simply before exiting.

 

For the rest of their meal, Bikky proceeded to expunge on Dee's arrogance, but Ryo only half-heard his words over the sudden pounding of his heart...

 

Dee smiled as he left the boy and young man to their dinner. He had stepped up to the door just in time to hear his name spoken from inside and listened to every word of their conversation with an eager ear. Not that it had given him much insight into Ryo's state of mind. Something told him that the sandy-haired man missed their midnights trysts just as much as he did, though. And from the way Ryo had shivered and flushed at his words, Dee was willing to believe his suspicions were correct.

 

No matter how the young man felt, Dee would be happy to see him, all of him, once more. It had been so long since they'd lain together in each other's arms. Far too long for a man with Dee's licentious appetite.

 

But he had tried. For Ryo's sake, he had tried to give the man time and space. It had astonished him how much the man changed after Bikky's arrival. The blond man seemed to come out of his shell; he was much more at ease. No that wasn't quite it, Dee thought. Before, Ryo had been listless, what with nothing to fill his day but empty gardens and his own heavy thoughts, that having Bikky to teach and direct had given him a sense of purpose and an outlet for his busy mind. Although Dee would never begrudge Ryo any happiness, it disappointed him that he couldn't play a larger role in the man's newfound joys.

 

Perhaps tonight, he would be able to change that. A wicked gleam glowed in Dee's green eyes as he thought about the evening before him.

 

He was looking forward to refamiliarizing himself with his lover's body.

 

When Bikky's breathing had slacked to an even rhythm and Ryo was convinced the boy was fast asleep, he gingerly slipped from under the cool bed sheets and crept through the wide standing doors into his master's room. The bed chamber was filled with the soft glow from a myriad of candles placed along the walls. And in the center of it all, lying in the large, ostentatious bed, was Dee.

 

His body was naked except for a wisp of silk sheet draped across his lap. His eyes glittered in the faint light as he watched Ryo with a predatory, hungry stare. But his smile was genuine and full of warmth. And appreciative.

 

Ryo had come to him in the same condition as he slept in: nude. It hadn't occurred to the blond man to put anything on; it wasn't as if it was the first time they would be making love- far from it. But, somehow, Ryo still felt himself blush from head to feet under Dee's intent gaze.

 

"Come here," the dark-haired man commanded in a husky, breathy voice. Ryo complied, stepping over to the bed and crawling up next to his lover with a bit of trepidation. "So beautiful..." Dee whispered, tracing a finger along Ryo's cheek and eliciting a shy smile.

 

"Now lie down," Ryo heard his master say gently but firmly. He gave the man a questioning look, but did as he was told.

 

Impatient as he was, Dee planned on a slow, heady seduction this night. He would brand every inch of Ryo's body as his own. He would make this man moan and writhe beneath him until he was so addicted to his touch that he would be unable to resist slipping into Dee's bed chamber every evening to beg for his attention.

 

If Ryo's mind was incapable of acknowledging the strength of feeling between them, then Dee would force his body to admit it.

 

"Ahhh! Dee!" Ryo gasped as a hot mouth swiftly enveloped the raising erection between his thighs. The older man had straddled his legs, effectively pinning him down, and then proceeded to drag his fingertips down the sides of his body, before lowing his head to capture Ryo's manhood between his lips.

 

The assault was too swift and too powerful, it made Ryo's head swim with dizziness. In their other encounters, Dee had prepared him, kissing and caressing him, before arousing him so sharply. But tonight he was different, demanding in a new, intoxicating way.

 

And Ryo could do nothing but cry out in overwhelming ecstasy as Dee's expert tongue worked him into a frenzy. He wanted to tangle his finger in those dark, silky locks but his hands were helplessly pinned to his sides. Ryo shuttered and panted and cried out louder as Dee swallowed him over and over. Then suddenly the exquisite pressure lifted and Ryo glanced down at the other man with a questioning, pleading look.

 

"You're so very loud, Ryo," Dee teased, watching the younger man grow red with embarrassment. "Don't you know that Bikky is sleeping just on the other side of the door?" he continued, leaning above him.

 

"I-" Ryo sputtered, but he couldn't find his voice. His face burned with shame. He'd momentarily forgotten about the boy. What would he do if he walked in, awakened by his own moaning?

 

But before he had a chance to even think of walking over to lock the doors, Dee said to him on a low voice, "We'll have to find a way to keep you quiet." And with that, he lowered his mouth once more over Ryo's weeping cock, but one hand came up to clamp down and cover the cry escaping from the blond's lips. Dee knew what Ryo did not: the door had automatically locked after he closed it behind him. But he wasn't going to share that information any time soon. Let the younger man worry, let him see if he could fight the raising passion within him. And let him see how fruitless it was to try and deny it.

 

Ryo squirmed as the other man ran his tongue over the tip of his stiff shaft and he arched his back to bring the wet, hot mouth closer. His other wrist was released as Dee moved one hand to rest in and support the curve of his low back.

 

"Mmmm...nnnhhh!" came Ryo's muffled gasps as Dee quickened his pace. The smaller blond man tried his best to keep himself mute, but it was to no avail. He couldn't help himself, the sensations driving through him were to powerful, to raw. As he felt his balls clench in anticipation of his oncoming orgasm, Ryo pressed his own hand over Dee's to smother his cries. It was an exercise in exquisite torture to have to stifle his moans, and Ryo took out his frustration by nipping and sucking the palm of his lover's hand until his body came hard, shuttering with climax.

 

Beneath heavy lids, Dee watched his lover writhe and convulse in orgasm. The taste of Ryo's cool semen on his tongue and the feel of his teeth biting into his palm nearly drove him mad with desire. It took all his will not to drive his pulsing, rock-hard cock into that beautiful ass right then and there. But he promised himself he would continue Ryo's seduction longer. So, slowly, he lifted himself away from the other man's panting body and leaned back on his heels.

 

His mind afloat in the sensations ebbing through him, Ryo barely felt Dee's body weight shift on the bed. But he knew he was bereft of this master's body heat, and he reached out blindly, too replete to open his eyes, in hopes of drawing Dee to him.

 

"Get up, Ryo," came Dee's rich voice from somewhere above him. Grudgingly, Ryo opened his eyes and saw the dark-haired man near the edge of the bed. He didn't think he could move just yet.

 

"I don't want to move," he said aloud.

 

"Up. Now." Dee demanded. "Come to me here," he said. Again, like so many times before, Ryo felt the mixed emotions raise within him. One part of him flushed with heat and arousal at the promise of pleasure laced within Dee's command, while the other half of him wondered how seriously the raven-haired man took his role as master. He should refuse, Ryo thought. Yes, he should refuse and test the limits of Dee's affection toward him. He should see if this man would stand behind all his declarations of equality. He should... but he couldn't seem to keep himself from raising from the sheets to inch closer to the older man. There was something irresistible about him as he lay stretched out over the bed, his muscular build pronounced in the wavering candlelight, dark hair framing his jade eyes which sparked with intensity and unresolved passion. Before he knew it, Ryo was kneeling on the bed before him, awaiting his command.

 

Sitting up to let his legs dangle over the edge of the bed, Dee said huskily, "Now put one knee on either side of my hips... yes, like that." The breath caught in Ryo's throat as he straddled Dee's hips and the man's taught erection brushed the cleft of his ass. A pair of warm, steady hands began to trace the curves of Ryo's ribs and hips, then disappeared only to return, slick with oil, between his ass cheeks.

 

"Ahhhh!" Ryo cried softly, trying desperately not to be loud as his head fell onto one of Dee's shoulders for support as his body lost all strength under the man's ministrations. It had been much too long, Ryo decided, since he had let himself feel such definitive pleasure. How had he ever managed to stay away so long?

 

As his fingers teased Ryo's cleft, dribbling oil down to slip over the man's balls, Dee couldn't help but grin. He could feel the blond man's need and desire as if it were a physical thing between them. Certainly, Ryo would never deny himself this passion again.

 

"Dee!" came Ryo's gasp, louder then he intended, as finally, mercifully, one thick digit penetrated him.

 

"Tsk, tsk," Dee teased, clicking his tongue, "We simply must quiet you down." And in an instant his mouth was smothering his lover's, his tongue plunging into his mouth and a second finger pushing passed Ryo's tight ring to begin pumping into his body.

 

Ryo clung to the other man and silently begged for him to slip his hard cock inside him. Already, his muscles burned from straddling Dee's prominent thighs and he wasn't sure how long his legs would hold him.

 

As if in answer to his prayer, the darkly handsome man deftly withdrew his fingers and eased himself with languid, torturous slowness into Ryo's eager body.

 

"HHHhnnn!" Ryo groaned into Dee's mouth as he felt himself filled with the man's splendid erection. But his thighs trembled in his ecstasy and he couldn't keep up with the frantic pace Dee had set.

 

"A bit shaky, are we, love?" whispered Dee much calmer than he felt. His forehead was beaded with sweat from holding himself in check all night and he couldn't stand it much longer. When Ryo nodded in affirmative, Dee took charge.

 

His hands left the young man's sides to reach around and roughly grip his ass. Holding his lover steady above him, Dee drove in hard, pounding against Ryo's prostate and causing him to scream into his mouth. Dee was actually glad that he'd managed to muffle the cry, for it very well may have wakened Bikky from a dead sleep with it's intensity. But this thought was quickly driven from his brain as he lost himself to sensation and felt himself, sooner than he would've liked, strain and explode within Ryo's hot channel.

 

In the next moment they had collapsed, Ryo strewn over Dee's sweaty, heaving chest. Shifting, Ryo slid off Dee to snuggle against him, his head cradled within the nook of his shoulder.

 

Ryo was just about to drift to sleep when he heard Dee's voice, thick with emotion, whisper to him, "I think I love you, Ryo."

 

Although Dee's breathing deepened into the heavy sighs of sleep, Ryo lay awake, his eyes wide with surprise and the sting of sudden, unexpected tears.

 

"Dee..." he whispered into the night air and, somehow, over the loud, conflicting voices of his heart, Ryo managed to tumble off to sleep before the sun raised her head.

 

 

******** Hmmmm... wonder what's going to happen now that Dee's confessed his true feelings? We'll see!