Fan Fiction ❯ Lucifer's Paridise ❯ Freind and lover ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Chapter Warnings: GRAPHIC Male/male sexual situations
A/N Averill is speaking in French, Harlot in Italian
Harlot creped into Averill's room and seated himself quietly on the enormous queen sized bed. The boy looked so innocent like this, his features slack, honey colored pin curls tousled on the pillow. But like Harlot, Averill's innocents had been stolen away. Harlot had grown used to the fact that whoring was his life nothing would change that. His master owned him, he did not own himself. But Averill still struggled with the concept; Harlot could see how it tore at the boy's heart.
Harlot frowned, just noticing the dark spots on the white satin pillow case. Something had been bothering Averill after all. Harlot took another drag off his cigarette, listening to the young man's incoherent mumbling. Harlot always wondered what the boy dreamt but never thought it right to ask. Suddenly Averill's face grew taught and he began to toss and turn, his mumbles becoming cries.
“S'il vous plaît la mère ne me les permettent pas de prend ! Le papa m'épargne ! M'aider la Harlot! Quelqu'un aide! Ne pas me les permettre de prendre! S'il vous plaît !”(1) the boy whimpered tossing and turning.
Harlot placed his cigarette on the night stand, and laid a hand on the boy's shoulder.
“Averill, Precious, wake up. Wake up.” Harlot whispered gently shaking the boy's shoulder.
Averill sat straight up in the bed, his eyes as big as tea saucer's. He gasped laying his head in his hands, his body shivering as is it was freezing. Harlot lay a gentle hand on Averill's back. The boy did not look up.
“ Do you want to talk about it Precious?”
“I was naked and chained to a bed. And there where drooling monsters all around me, touching me, raping me. Then I saw mama, and papa and you. I begged you to help me but you all just stood there and smiled. And then I woke up,” Averill's whispered into his hands.
Harlot Put his arms around the young blond and pulled him close, “You know I would never allow anyone to hurt you.”
“I know,” Averill Whispered, laying his head against Harlot's naked breast's and in haling the sweet smell of imported perfume and French cigarettes, allowing his tounge a litle swip of the dark pierced nipple, “But it just seemed so real.”
“It was only a dream,” Harlot said, running his fingers through Averill's soft blond hair.
Averill lifted his head and kissed Harlot's soft full lips, “Show me,” he murmured, "Show me. Make me feel, so I may know that I'm not still dreaming."
Harlot smiled as he gently lay Averill down on the bed, brushing a strand of hair out of his pale cherub- like face. Harlot began to ravage the pale column of Averill's throat with sharp kisses, ghosting his long fingernails down the boy's sides and belly. Averill groaned with pleasure as he felt his sex begin to stiffen in the pants. Harlot smiled and gave Averill's neck a final nip before moving away. Averill huffed in disappointment; giving Harlot what could only be called a pout.
"Oh, don't pout Precious. I'm only getting started.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< br> Where were they?! How in the hell had those two forgotten…AGAIN!? He'd been sitting at the bar of “Le Max” for two friggin hours, getting hit on by every drunk rich guy here; single or not. Needless say, Lee Young Sui was pissed. The tiny Chinese hermaphrodite, had specifically told them to him at the bar at eleven, when he finished his clients in the "Pit". God what he wouldn't give to have a whip in his hand right now!
Flipping open his cell phone he dialed the number. Ring…no answer. Ring…still no answer. Lee began to tap his heel impatiently as the answering service picked up for the forth time that night.
“Hello you've reached Harlot and Averill. Leave your name and number and we'll get back to you…if you're cute!”
Lee slammed his cell closed and scooped up the keys to his Porsche. The tiny Asian hermaphrodite hopped off his stool and marched out of the club.
“What could be so fucking important that they can't even pick up they damn phone?!” he snapped at no one.
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Averil l moaned as Harlot nipped the skin of his lower stomach. The Italian man dipped his long experienced tongue into Averill's navel and moved lower. He spread Averill's naked legs licking and biting at the soft flesh of the boy's inner thigh. Averill's moan of pleasure nearly muted the ringing phone as it resonated through the lavish bedroom. Harlot lifted his head, with a teasing smile.
“Who could be calling so late?” he asked with mock curiosity
“Who cares?! If it's important they'll leave a message. Now stop playing and suck me!” the Frenchman snapped.
Harlot smiled at his lover's appearance. Averill's usually fair skin was flushed and damp with sweat. Small blond curls clung to his rosy cheeks with perspiration. The boy's long thin fingers were buried in the satin sheets, his whole body taunt with the pleasure Harlot was giving him. With a coy smile Harlot lowered his head to the boy's groin. Averill's cock just begged to be sucked, standing erect out of the soft tuft of blond pubic hair. Averill whimpered as Harlot rolled the ball of his tongue ring across the tip. He licked the boy from tip to head then enveloped the young Frenchmen's cock in his mouth and massaged his balls with the pads of his fingers. Harlot hummed and tightened his lips around Averill's cock, swirling his tongue across the head, and occasionally probing the slit on its tip.
Averill felt as though he would have cum right then. He arched his back, pushing himself as far into the wet heat as he could. Burying his fingers in Harlot's thick dark hair, he began to thrust into the beautifully warm opening. His balls clenched. He was close. Then suddenly the heat was gone. But the whimper of complainant quickly returned to pleasure as he felt his friend's tongue begin to probe his tight anus. Averill cried out, his finger's holding the sheets in a death grip as Harlot thrust his tongue repeatedly into the boy's tight orifice.
“Oh God Harlot, I need you! I need you inside me now!” Averill gasped arching his back.
With that Averill removed his tongue and leaned over to the bed side table. He reached into the first drawer, under the phone book, and grabbed the small bottle of lube. He began to slick his fingers with oil when Averill protested.
“No. I'm so close and I-I want you in me w-when I come.' He said breathlessly.
“Whatever you want Precious.”
With that Harlot moved between Averill's spread legs, applying a bit of lube to his young friend's opening. His own penis slick from pre-cum and perspiration, he moved forward, capturing Averill's lips in a tender but demanding kiss. The boy bit his lover's lip in pain as he felt Harlot's sizable penis push into his barley prepared body. Slowly the pain melted into pleasure and Averill wrapped his long thin legs around Harlot's slender waist, bucking up to met the Italian's deep thrusts. Again and again Harlot brushed the boy's sensitive prostate, pulling out all but his cock head and then pounding back in. It didn't take long for Averill to cum. He broke the kiss tossing his head back and feeling his hot seed splatter onto his and Harlot's bellies. His vision exploded in white, his sex jerking with the powerful orgasm. Harlot thrust twice more into the young man's clenched opening, before he spilled his hot seed deep in the glorious youth beneath him.
The two collapsed as the orgasm subsided. Harlot rolled onto his back, his limp member removing it self from Averill's body. They lay side by side, gasping for air. Harlot rolled off the bed and walked to the bathroom, humming under his breath. He wet a rag, cleaned his stomach and member, then grabbed another wet towel and returned to Averill's bedroom.
“Let's clean you up Precious,” he whispered sweetly, perching on the edge of the bed.
He washed the boy's stomach and buttocks, then discarded the soiled rags. He took a final drag of his now brunt cigarette, put it out in the rag and threw it in the trash. Looking over he found Averill nearly asleep, and covered him with the thick down comforter. As he gathered his pants and began to leave, Averill spoke.
“Will you sleep with me tonight Harlot…in case the nightmares come back?” Harlot could hear the hint of fear in the boy's voice.
“Of course Precious.”
So Harlot crawled, still naked, into the large bed and pulled Averill's thin body close. The boy laid his head on Harlot's shoulder and slung an arm across his hip. Harlot stroked the boy's plush hair and smiled.
“Lei è sicuro con me il mio angelo. Il sonno, sono qui. La notte buona mio prezioso.” He whispered into the soft golden curls.
Averill smiled at the Italian sentiment.
“Je sais. Le démon ne m'atteindra pas dans vous l'arme. Bon nuit…Andre”
But Harlot was already fast asleep and the memories of his old name long gone.
Harlot frowned, just noticing the dark spots on the white satin pillow case. Something had been bothering Averill after all. Harlot took another drag off his cigarette, listening to the young man's incoherent mumbling. Harlot always wondered what the boy dreamt but never thought it right to ask. Suddenly Averill's face grew taught and he began to toss and turn, his mumbles becoming cries.
“S'il vous plaît la mère ne me les permettent pas de prend ! Le papa m'épargne ! M'aider la Harlot! Quelqu'un aide! Ne pas me les permettre de prendre! S'il vous plaît !”(1) the boy whimpered tossing and turning.
Harlot placed his cigarette on the night stand, and laid a hand on the boy's shoulder.
“Averill, Precious, wake up. Wake up.” Harlot whispered gently shaking the boy's shoulder.
Averill sat straight up in the bed, his eyes as big as tea saucer's. He gasped laying his head in his hands, his body shivering as is it was freezing. Harlot lay a gentle hand on Averill's back. The boy did not look up.
“ Do you want to talk about it Precious?”
“I was naked and chained to a bed. And there where drooling monsters all around me, touching me, raping me. Then I saw mama, and papa and you. I begged you to help me but you all just stood there and smiled. And then I woke up,” Averill's whispered into his hands.
Harlot Put his arms around the young blond and pulled him close, “You know I would never allow anyone to hurt you.”
“I know,” Averill Whispered, laying his head against Harlot's naked breast's and in haling the sweet smell of imported perfume and French cigarettes, allowing his tounge a litle swip of the dark pierced nipple, “But it just seemed so real.”
“It was only a dream,” Harlot said, running his fingers through Averill's soft blond hair.
Averill lifted his head and kissed Harlot's soft full lips, “Show me,” he murmured, "Show me. Make me feel, so I may know that I'm not still dreaming."
Harlot smiled as he gently lay Averill down on the bed, brushing a strand of hair out of his pale cherub- like face. Harlot began to ravage the pale column of Averill's throat with sharp kisses, ghosting his long fingernails down the boy's sides and belly. Averill groaned with pleasure as he felt his sex begin to stiffen in the pants. Harlot smiled and gave Averill's neck a final nip before moving away. Averill huffed in disappointment; giving Harlot what could only be called a pout.
"Oh, don't pout Precious. I'm only getting started.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< br> Where were they?! How in the hell had those two forgotten…AGAIN!? He'd been sitting at the bar of “Le Max” for two friggin hours, getting hit on by every drunk rich guy here; single or not. Needless say, Lee Young Sui was pissed. The tiny Chinese hermaphrodite, had specifically told them to him at the bar at eleven, when he finished his clients in the "Pit". God what he wouldn't give to have a whip in his hand right now!
Flipping open his cell phone he dialed the number. Ring…no answer. Ring…still no answer. Lee began to tap his heel impatiently as the answering service picked up for the forth time that night.
“Hello you've reached Harlot and Averill. Leave your name and number and we'll get back to you…if you're cute!”
Lee slammed his cell closed and scooped up the keys to his Porsche. The tiny Asian hermaphrodite hopped off his stool and marched out of the club.
“What could be so fucking important that they can't even pick up they damn phone?!” he snapped at no one.
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Averil l moaned as Harlot nipped the skin of his lower stomach. The Italian man dipped his long experienced tongue into Averill's navel and moved lower. He spread Averill's naked legs licking and biting at the soft flesh of the boy's inner thigh. Averill's moan of pleasure nearly muted the ringing phone as it resonated through the lavish bedroom. Harlot lifted his head, with a teasing smile.
“Who could be calling so late?” he asked with mock curiosity
“Who cares?! If it's important they'll leave a message. Now stop playing and suck me!” the Frenchman snapped.
Harlot smiled at his lover's appearance. Averill's usually fair skin was flushed and damp with sweat. Small blond curls clung to his rosy cheeks with perspiration. The boy's long thin fingers were buried in the satin sheets, his whole body taunt with the pleasure Harlot was giving him. With a coy smile Harlot lowered his head to the boy's groin. Averill's cock just begged to be sucked, standing erect out of the soft tuft of blond pubic hair. Averill whimpered as Harlot rolled the ball of his tongue ring across the tip. He licked the boy from tip to head then enveloped the young Frenchmen's cock in his mouth and massaged his balls with the pads of his fingers. Harlot hummed and tightened his lips around Averill's cock, swirling his tongue across the head, and occasionally probing the slit on its tip.
Averill felt as though he would have cum right then. He arched his back, pushing himself as far into the wet heat as he could. Burying his fingers in Harlot's thick dark hair, he began to thrust into the beautifully warm opening. His balls clenched. He was close. Then suddenly the heat was gone. But the whimper of complainant quickly returned to pleasure as he felt his friend's tongue begin to probe his tight anus. Averill cried out, his finger's holding the sheets in a death grip as Harlot thrust his tongue repeatedly into the boy's tight orifice.
“Oh God Harlot, I need you! I need you inside me now!” Averill gasped arching his back.
With that Averill removed his tongue and leaned over to the bed side table. He reached into the first drawer, under the phone book, and grabbed the small bottle of lube. He began to slick his fingers with oil when Averill protested.
“No. I'm so close and I-I want you in me w-when I come.' He said breathlessly.
“Whatever you want Precious.”
With that Harlot moved between Averill's spread legs, applying a bit of lube to his young friend's opening. His own penis slick from pre-cum and perspiration, he moved forward, capturing Averill's lips in a tender but demanding kiss. The boy bit his lover's lip in pain as he felt Harlot's sizable penis push into his barley prepared body. Slowly the pain melted into pleasure and Averill wrapped his long thin legs around Harlot's slender waist, bucking up to met the Italian's deep thrusts. Again and again Harlot brushed the boy's sensitive prostate, pulling out all but his cock head and then pounding back in. It didn't take long for Averill to cum. He broke the kiss tossing his head back and feeling his hot seed splatter onto his and Harlot's bellies. His vision exploded in white, his sex jerking with the powerful orgasm. Harlot thrust twice more into the young man's clenched opening, before he spilled his hot seed deep in the glorious youth beneath him.
The two collapsed as the orgasm subsided. Harlot rolled onto his back, his limp member removing it self from Averill's body. They lay side by side, gasping for air. Harlot rolled off the bed and walked to the bathroom, humming under his breath. He wet a rag, cleaned his stomach and member, then grabbed another wet towel and returned to Averill's bedroom.
“Let's clean you up Precious,” he whispered sweetly, perching on the edge of the bed.
He washed the boy's stomach and buttocks, then discarded the soiled rags. He took a final drag of his now brunt cigarette, put it out in the rag and threw it in the trash. Looking over he found Averill nearly asleep, and covered him with the thick down comforter. As he gathered his pants and began to leave, Averill spoke.
“Will you sleep with me tonight Harlot…in case the nightmares come back?” Harlot could hear the hint of fear in the boy's voice.
“Of course Precious.”
So Harlot crawled, still naked, into the large bed and pulled Averill's thin body close. The boy laid his head on Harlot's shoulder and slung an arm across his hip. Harlot stroked the boy's plush hair and smiled.
“Lei è sicuro con me il mio angelo. Il sonno, sono qui. La notte buona mio prezioso.” He whispered into the soft golden curls.
Averill smiled at the Italian sentiment.
“Je sais. Le démon ne m'atteindra pas dans vous l'arme. Bon nuit…Andre”
But Harlot was already fast asleep and the memories of his old name long gone.
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(1)” Mother Don't let them take me! Papa Please save Me! Harlot Help me Please! Please Don't let them Take Me! Please help Someone!”
(2)”your safe with me, my angel. Sleep, I'm here. Good night my precious”
(3)”I know. The demons can't take from you. Good night…Andre”
Rough translations I know…~_~