Pursuit 1a
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charisstomaTitle: Pursuit 1a
Warnings:mention of rape, very semi-non con,drugs as restraint, spanking
Work in progress, storage
Total word count to date: 11021
Previous part 1: follow the Pursuit tag will edit later to include link.
When Torin entered his rooms, he reflected that his guest must be hungry. He’d been all day sifting through archive subjects without stopping, occasionally pausing in more lengthy perusal on some of the entries. The younger male was slouched down in one of the seats, eyes fixed on the media display. He really was going through the screen contents at an impressive rate, concentration hard on his face.
Torin moved behind him and bringing his hand under Cirran’s chin brought his face up for a kiss. It was cute to see him blink as he refocused his eyes on Torin before giving a surprised, “Oh.” Torin gave a grin down at him. Yes, this was going to be an enjoyable assignment that he’d given himself.
“Have you eaten anything at all or have you been on the Archive site all day?” Torin questioned and then continued, “ I would be a very bad host if I let my guest starve to death through lack of care.” Making a wave toward the bedchamber, “speaking of which, if you will clean up we’ll go find something to eat.”
Cirran stood and stretched, his arms raised above his head. The simple upper body cover rising upward with the movement and a band of smooth skin temptingly revealed. Torin seriously considered having food brought up to his rooms and them instead engaging in a different kind of entertainment. He wanted to touch and more, badly.
“See something you want?”, Cirran said looking over his shoulder mischievously. He laughed as that earned him a growl from Torin before taking himself through Torin’s bedroom into the cleansing room.
When Cirran returned clad suitable to dining out, Torin walked towards him and slipping his hands around the waist of the younger male to come to rest on his lower cheeks pulled him into a warm slow kiss.
“We don’t have to leave the rooms to eat, you know. We could stay here,” then Torin whispered, “and I can have you ..for dessert.”
A shiver traveled from Cirran’s neck to where Torin’s hands rested. Cirran could feel a flush of heat make the return trip up to his face and a clenching of muscles lower as his cock became interested. ‘Did Torin mean what he thought? Was he offering to give Cirran an orgasm using oral sex? He’d never experienced that, what with everyone watching what the royals did. There’d never been an opportunity for that kind of dalliance to be done discretely. He was really amazed that his parents were able to accomplish the feat of having six children with the scrutiny. Maybe it was different after you were wedded to someone and there were closed doors to hide behind.’ Cirran came out of his hazy dream world to feel a thumb stroking over his lips and Torin’s voice softly telling him to open his mouth. A quick nervous swipe wetting his lower lip instead caught the flavor of Torin and pressure on his lips. ‘An experienced individual, learned in the ways of advanced flirtation, would know what to do next,’ Cirran thought. ‘Do I bite without pressure? Do I nibble?’ In confused panic he looked up into the heated eyes looking down at him.
“Maybe we should go out for our meal after all and wait for that dessert another time. I doubt we’d eat much of the food we had brought in anyway,” Torin chuckled. “We’d too easily get distracted and the intent is to keep you from starving of hunger.” A cute little gah of irritation was the response and a swing of a hand at his own. Still chuckling Torin lead the way out of the rooms taking a glowering Cirran with him.
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It was always interesting eating out away from a Palace, Cirran thought, it was a balancing act of finding places where security personnel felt comfortable and you didn’t feel too much like you were eating on a stage. He would have thought that here would be much the same. They were joined by an escort of 6 watchful men, some he recognized from the night he’d first met Torin. The place Torin had chosen for their meal was quietly dark, each table made a little world of its own with discrete lighting, plants and partitions. It was relaxed freedom.
The food was excellent and Torin’s light conversation witty and drawing out laughter and answers that he later wondered at his lack of discretion. Not that he was indiscrete or revealed secrets he would need to worry about but it told more about an inner part of himself that even his family wasn’t privy to. Cirran could see the tactics behind the words or maybe this was what romantic interest was suppose to be, a drawing out of hiding what a person cared about, thought about, or was interested in. Exploration and discovery. He sat with a bemused smile on his lips looking at Torin during one of the lulls in conversation. Catching himself with a blink in the thought that if Torin were serious he could love the man. A different smile curled his mouth. Clever, clever Torin.
Perhaps a more practical topic should be introduced to sour the intimacy of the evening. With this in mind, he looked at Torin and cleared his throat. “Torin. I called my embassy today.” He paused to sip some of the tart light wine. “I thought you were right to point out that my.. um.. people might want to know where I was and that I was okay. I hope you don’t mind that I called. I know you were going to arrange everything but well… Someone will probably call asking if I .. um inquiring about me, to check up on me.”
Smiling Torin leaned over to lift and nibble on one of Cirran’s fingers. Slowly sucking it into his mouth.
“They did,” he said and brought the seduction back on the planned path. Cirran quietly moaned.
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The next morning found Cirran thinking that Torin was slowing breaking him. They hadn’t really had sex of the baby making kind, if he’d been able to be female that is, but if swallowing someone’s seed could get you pregnant both of them would be very, very ‘in an interesting way’, in his mother’s words.
Torin had shown how it was done with demonstrations , advice, encouragement and careful instruction. Just when Cirran thought he could not give another gram of seed from his body, Torin had introduced a finger where fingers shouldn’t go and milked what seemed like his last drops from him.
He’d still be wilted in the bed if Torin hadn’t laughed and scooped him up. Torin held him naked on his lap and fed him things he said would restore him to his former self. Amazingly it worked, whether from the food or the busy hand stroking places that clothing would have made less accessible or both. Who would have thought that one could play with food like that. Torin occasionally dipping a morsel into what he called his own special sauce that his hand had been able to coax from Cirran. He’d left him like that too, the Bastard, all hard and needy. With a kiss, Torin had left to go wherever he went to during his day.
Too restless to settle to a resumption of his Archive explorations, Cirran gave up. He tried to remember places he’d put on his ‘must go see list’. Calling up information on the places, he made his plans. First stop would be the lake for a swim. Well maybe not. He doubted that an individual could swim in the lake without drawing unfavorable attention to himself during the day. Another informational search found a more remote and secluded swimming area. Gathering what he’d need, he figured that he’d make a stop back at Torin’s rooms to clean up before continuing with his life as tourist plans.
Evading the escort wasn’t too difficult to do. They probably weren’t use to their charges not wanting to be made conspicuous by their escort. Cirran had lots of practice, he thought with a smile, of getting away unescorted. It was a game he’d learned early or his days would have been very dull as he was growing up.
When he snuck back into the rooms in his still damp rumpled clothes, he was focused on getting to the cleanser. He didn’t expect to see Torin rise to his feet after carefully placing his wine glass down with special care. The lover from that morning was missing from his voice.
“Where have you been?” in words so cold they cut.
This was the part that Cirran hated when he was caught as a child. Trying to justify that he’d been safe and there was no need to worry. In this case he wasn’t so sure that this was behind Torin’s anger. It seemed an over reaction for that.
Making his eyes as big and worried as when he’d practiced the art growing up, he hesitatingly said, “swimming.”
“Did you often make fools of your security escorts while you were young?” was the next hard question.
‘He did not like the way this was going.’ “Ye-es.”
“ Did your parents spank you for doing it?” Torin asked with a tilt of his head.
“No! Why would they? I came home safe each time they knew of and every time they didn‘t find out about too.” His parents were not the kind of people to beat a child when nothing happened. They’d reason with them and he’d resolved to be even more cautious on his not sanctioned escapes. It had also been the impetus for him to study the self defense abilities he now was lethal in.
“Go cleanup! Then get your ass out here.” Torin had followed him into the bed chamber.
‘Over dramatic much.’ Cirran thought but since he was on his way to the cleaning room anyway…
Walking out of the room all sweet and clean in fresh clothes, he was prepared to do verbal battle with Torin. He did not expect Torin to come up to him in a slow controlled way and throw him onto the bed. Nor did he expect to be pinned down and one of those damn drug bracelets attached to his arm.
“Bastard. Don’t!” he said as Torin stripped off Cirran’s clothing.
“This will only partially immobilize you. You’ll feel everything and be able to understand everything. This is to make sure I have your full attention. You‘ll sleep off the rest of the drugs’ effects when we‘re done.”
“Your parents should have spanked you more when it would have been more effective and less painful then this is going to be. This can also be a type of sex play but not for today. I had intended to introduce it to you eventually but this takes precedence . Give me a word that you wouldn’t normally use in conversation.”
Cirran’s eyes went wide. This was not happening. This was a complete turn around from the Torin he’d previously met.
“Give me a word. It will be a word that you will use only if it gets to be too much and you need things to stop. It’s not my intension for you to suffer any irreparable harm. Don’t misuse your word. Now tell me your word.”
Cirran looked up at Torin feeling so vulnerable, tears hovering at the edges of his eyes. “Cirran.”
Torin looked at him oddly. “I’d prefer you chose another.” The younger man was able to shake his head. “Very well.”
The spankings were interspersed with discussions of how Torin expected him to act in the future with regards to maintenance of his security. Cirran heard and felt everything. Could answer questions, when he wasn’t crying as to make speech impossible, to ensure that he understood the points that was being made. Those points were very clear. In the end Torin gathered him up to pet and soothe him while seated on his lap. These evolved into arousing strokes and kisses that would have had him writhing if he’d been able to move. Just before the orgasm hit him, he thought that this was also part of the torture. He heard Torin say, “sleep now sweetling, I’ll be back about the time you should wake. Don’t try to move if you wake before then.” A kiss followed him into sleep.
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Torin had been angry on hearing his administrative inform him that one of the security thought he’d seen someone similar in appearance to Cirran leaving out one of the unauthorized doors to the building. He’d contacted the appropriate persons to do a life sign check of Torin’s rooms. No one had been in the rooms.
Last night Cirran had given a credible performance. He’d answered the suspicions that had risen over his contacting the embassy. It was a very credible performance. The sex after wasn’t bad either. It had just the right touch of innocent naivety.
The fact that Cirran had left the building without security escort was something he should have seen and cautioned the younger man about. If Cirran had gotten lost from his own embassy then Torin should have seen that he’d been use to irresponsible freedom of movement. Torin had laid down the rules firmly. Nothing was going to happen to Cirran while he was under his auspices unless he did it. If he was a spy then that issue would be dealt with but if he wasn’t all the more reason to curtail Cirran’s wander lust.
Scanning the sites of Cirran’s information requests he’d sent out security to investigate the closer public places . There’d been a secluded water source that he hoped Cirran had not visited. There were dangers from the wildlife and there was no public to act as deterrent to anyone if they did find or follow him there. When the reports came back to him as negatives he’d decided to go back to his rooms and wait. One glass of wine would he’d hoped calm him as he thought of his plan of action. It had been a long morning wait and he’d had plenty of time to develop and refine.
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Doing his own waiting Cirran watched as mid-day became mid-afternoon. Torin had either miscalculated the dosage or Cirran’s body was acclimating to the drugs here and developing some immunity to their effects. Cirran wasn’t about to advertise if it was the latter. It would be an advantage he’d keep to himself. There was of course the possibility that this was a test to see if Cirran would obey Torin’s directives. At this time Cirran wouldn’t discount that possibility and his body hurt anyway. Closing his eyes he forced himself back to sleep. He’d heal faster asleep. The Bastard could wake him if he slept too long.
But after a while he found that he couldn’t stay long in rest. A dose of pain medication would have been nice.
Cirran’s parents had tried to stem his escape adventures with lectures and what if scenarios instead of corporal punishment but that hadn’t meant that it wasn’t tried once or twice by others for dealing with his disregard for the protection provided by bodyguards. By far the more positive response had been his parents’ method, the other had bred defiance and rebellion.
Cirran thought about the best response to give to his change in his state of being. He could play the game if he had to. In the end he was going to leave this world and its inhabitants when the delegation departed. For now he had Archive access closer and less restrictive than at the Archive hub. If his physical movements were temporarily restrained, well how long could it take to negotiate a treaty. They would never see it coming when he decided to make his escape. He’d have to remember to ask Torin if he could do a regular check in at the embassy so ostensibly nobody would worry. He needed to know when the delegation departure might occur.
He also needed to decide how to react towards Torin for the offenses to his person and dignity. He was an adult, maybe not long out of childhood but he carried himself as more mature than most his age. He blamed his placement in the Royal family for that ability, political protocols would do that to a person. Torin didn’t know it yet but Cirran now had ammunition to fight off his seductive agenda and he intended to use it.
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The gentle stimulation of his wrist alarm woke Cirran next. “Shit” It was 3rd day and he was going to miss practice. There was no way he could sing tonight, it felt like every muscle in his body was locked up. The comm device was on the bedside table. It would be a small reach to it, surely by now he should be able to move enough. “Damn Torin.” It was so hard to pull himself to the side of the bed and he misjudged the distance when he reached. The comm device and he fell to the floor. The pain wrenched a scream from his throat as he landed on his back bringing his ass into contact with the floor. When the pain subsided from his fall and the tears had quieted, he once more reached for the device and was able to make the call.
“Grig. Hi. Look I’m not going to be able to make practice tonight. You can hear my voice is shit. Yeah I know that the performance is on 28th day. It can’t be helped. No I haven’t been seen by a doctor yet. Okay, okay. As soon as I can pull myself out the door, okay. No you can’t come and get me. If I told you that your Dad would throw out his net and it would be 20 times more difficult for me plus I’d be brain dead from being made to listen to negotiation discussions. I don’t need that crap. Yeah. You too. Tell the rest of the guys I love them too and I’m sorry.” He cut off the comm. Laid his head down and cried.
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Torin’s administrative noted that his Lord’s rooms comm device had been activated. After the last time, he’d been instructed to set up the means to monitor and record any unauthorized conversations from the device but for privacy Lord Torin needed to put in the auth. to activate.
“Lord, your rooms comm is activated,” he advised Torin. This time the spy and his contact would be caught.
“I’ll handle it from here. Thank you.” Torin sat and listened to the private conversation of the two young men.
Leaving as he passed his administrative, he paused, “I’ll be in my rooms for the rest of the day. Cancel my meeting with my brother with my apologies. Tell him I’ll work on the matter from my rooms and contact him from there later tonight. Oh, and bring down the security level on Cirran to what would be my family norm.”
As Torin entered his rooms he found there was a wet soggy mess of boy on the floor most of the way to the cleansing room. He shouldn’t have been able to even get that far if he was in that much pain. Obviously he’d failed to get the importance of what ‘the word’ was used for or the younger man was too stubborn.
“Cirran..,” he winced. He’d known that using Cirran’s name was a bad choice. He could see the muscles tighten down hard in the younger man’s back. The warm smell of piss met his nose. The soft crying of the humiliated boy filled the room.
“Shhh. Love, it’s alright. Come let’s get you cleaned up and comfortable.” He placed a careful kiss on the back of Cirran’s neck. “You were supposed to wait until I came back. There was a reason why I told you that. Come on, love.” Cirran buried his face in Torin’s shoulder jarring little sobs jerking his chest. Torin thought he’d need to use both the pain reducing squares and the relaxants to loosen Cirran’s muscles before he‘d be able to get Cirran into an restorative sleep. They were having a better discussion of ‘proper use of word’ in the near future. This was not going to happen again, as he felt Cirran’s tears wetting his chest. ‘Poor little Love‘.
Unbelievably he heard the younger man between gulps stumble out an apology for the mess on the floor covering. Pressing his head down on the one bent on his shoulder, he said, “Shhh, that’s what the mobe- cleanse are for. Don’t worry about it. You’re much more important to me. Now, do you think you can stand or do you need me to support you while we’re in the cleanser?
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Cirran stretched his body with satisfying pops in shoulders and spine. It seemed like he’d been sleeping forever. He sighed in that dreamy content that follows restful sleep. Then the memories came back to him, what he could remember. There’d been more drugs and clean crisp sheets, there was a vague memory of hands softly kneading his back and limbs. He remembered very clearly what caused the pain and the comm contact with Grig… And.., and he’d pissed on the floor. His face flooded with the color of shame. He should have taken off for the embassy straight after he’d almost been caught at the club. This all would not have been a problem, if he had. Now he was snared in this web that would hold him until the trade negotiation was completed. To depart before that could jeopardize the treaty and he was beginning to doubt that Torin would just let him leave before that time. Depression had him sagging.
Levering himself out of the bed he resolved to handle this the way he’d learned. Do something. Assert control of some facet of his life for a start and build from there. He’d start small, the cleanser and his morning routine then decide what he was going to do with his day. Wonder how his guards would like where he been swimming the day of his punishment; was it just yesterday?
On the lower level, he stopped where Torin had beaten into him where he should find his ‘quote’ escort. Graaah. When he told them where he wanted to go, the guard looked down at a display and informed him that it was not on his, Cirran’s, list.
“Where IS on my list?” he snarled. The guard evidently thought he was cute from the smirk he‘d directed at him. Cirran wondered if he could get away with breaking some part of Torin by accident.
“If you want to swim sir, there is the Royal Lap Pool which should be fairly deserted at this time or if you want something that has more possibilities there’s the Royal Gardens,” the guard said.
“Can one also swim laps at the Royal Gardens?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay, the Gardens it is,” Cirran said with another sigh. That was the third sigh today if he counted the one on first waking though that one had been for an entirely different reason.
The Royal Gardens were not bad. Several different pools of water for various activities and ages and even a bubbling spa. He reflected that if he and Torin had been still on good terms that the spa after dark with a glass of wine and kisses and hands… “No, bad thoughts,” he murmured to himself.
Turning to his guards, okay escort though he knew why they were there, Torin had been very clear; he asked “What am I allowed to do while I’m here? Do I have full mobility within this area?”
One of the bodyguards responded, “Anyway here should be fine. We need to have you in sight is all that’s necessary.” Cirran nodded and after visiting the poolside cleanser started at the lap pool.
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The report of Cirran’s morning, filed by the bodyguard, made it’s way into Torin’s informational notices. Cirran had recovered it seemed from his discipline’s affects. The number of laps he’d totaled in one of the Gardens' pools was impressive, Torin’s eyebrows rose and then he smiled. The bodyguards must be very bored to have counted them. He wondered if the next time Cirran was at the pool if the bodyguards would have bets as to just how many laps the young lord would amass that day or more challenging how many laps in how long. Feeling mischievous he thought for next time he’d ask for the data of how much time elapsed as well as the number of laps . Looking at which bodyguard had filed the report, he knew that particular bodyguard would tell him to stick it if he wasn’t as amused as Torin was by the idea; it was one of the benefits of having grown up with some of these men as his own attendants.
‘Hmmm, one of his younger brother’s daughters,’ the report said, ‘the Princess Stephrina had noticed and had lengthy conversation with Cirran.’ She was about the same age as Cirran and quite pretty.
He would not be jealous. This relationship was only suppose to last until the delegation departed, hopefully with an equable treaty in hand. It was suppose to be ephemeral and a pleasant exploration of the senses with the younger man. Cirran’s parent, whichever of the delegation that was and he hadn’t figured that out yet, would take his beautiful son and leave unless Torin could find a reason to keep him here. Ah, he corrected himself, unless Torin could find a way to make the younger man want to stay. The question was did he want to keep Cirran here and for how long? He needed to consider that. What did he foresee his relationship with Cirran becoming, if anything at all?
With a shake of his head, he went on to the next task he set himself for the day after adding to his list arrangements for that night of another dimly lit romantic evening meal. Further down his list he included a note to ask the bodyguard to inform Cirran that they would be leaving at whatever the time was he’d scheduled the dinner for. Cirran should like the timely notice of their night’s plans.
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Uesarr relayed Lord Torin’s dinner arrangements to Lord Cirran. The young lord’s face had stilled for a moment then a look of consideration had sat on it.
“Sir, um what is your name? It’s ridiculous to not know the names of the people your safety is entrusted to.” When the name was supplied, “Is there a decent place to eat near here, that we can go to? I don’t want to wait for a meal until Lord Torin’s planned dinner.”
“Of course, young lord.” Uesarr smiled. ’Well done Lord Cirran, never let him assume you will agree with all his plans. It’s best to keep him off balance.’ It would appear the young lord knew how to conduct a romance after all.
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A smug smile was spread across Cirran’s lips. He’d eaten and there was extra put away in case he was hungry later. The Archive site was on and he was skimming over his latest topic of research. Politely he was going to refuse to go to dinner with Torin. The lord could make all the arrangements he wanted, Cirran had the very good excuse in that he had missed days of research time while recovering from his lesson in the importance and use of security personnel.
The sound of the door opening alerted him to Torin’s arrival back. He schooled his face into it’s normal concentration on the screen before turning his head to look at Torin. “Hey, you’re back.” He turned his head back to the screen, “Have a good day?”
He’d have loved to watch Torin’s face but that would ruin the whole act. “Ah, that’s interesting,” as he was pulled into the topic on the screen.
“Screen off.”
“What?? Nooooo. Bring that back.” Toran had vocally shut the screen down.
“We’re going to dinner. Wasn’t the message passed onto you? Go get ready. The table is being held for us now.”
Cirran glared up at Torin. “Yes the message was passed onto me. That. Was rude. I was hungry earlier and ate at a great place. You go ahead and keep the reservation. I’m staying in to catch up on research.”
“The research will still be there tomorrow. You can keep me company while I eat and maybe your appetite will come back.”
“I have food here if I get hungry later. There’s a lot of research I can get through while you are off eating. You can tell me about it when you get back. Go. Have a good time. Oh, and next time ask me first. It will save you time.” Cirran was talking to the screen.
He heard Torin move through the sleeping room and return to stand by the outside door. “You sure, you don’t want to come with me?”
“Nope, I’ll be fine. Just go.”
Torin left. Cirran called up the screen again and then the Archive site. ‘That was an interesting article.’
Warnings:mention of rape, very semi-non con,drugs as restraint, spanking
Work in progress, storage
Total word count to date: 11021
Previous part 1: follow the Pursuit tag will edit later to include link.
When Torin entered his rooms, he reflected that his guest must be hungry. He’d been all day sifting through archive subjects without stopping, occasionally pausing in more lengthy perusal on some of the entries. The younger male was slouched down in one of the seats, eyes fixed on the media display. He really was going through the screen contents at an impressive rate, concentration hard on his face.
Torin moved behind him and bringing his hand under Cirran’s chin brought his face up for a kiss. It was cute to see him blink as he refocused his eyes on Torin before giving a surprised, “Oh.” Torin gave a grin down at him. Yes, this was going to be an enjoyable assignment that he’d given himself.
“Have you eaten anything at all or have you been on the Archive site all day?” Torin questioned and then continued, “ I would be a very bad host if I let my guest starve to death through lack of care.” Making a wave toward the bedchamber, “speaking of which, if you will clean up we’ll go find something to eat.”
Cirran stood and stretched, his arms raised above his head. The simple upper body cover rising upward with the movement and a band of smooth skin temptingly revealed. Torin seriously considered having food brought up to his rooms and them instead engaging in a different kind of entertainment. He wanted to touch and more, badly.
“See something you want?”, Cirran said looking over his shoulder mischievously. He laughed as that earned him a growl from Torin before taking himself through Torin’s bedroom into the cleansing room.
When Cirran returned clad suitable to dining out, Torin walked towards him and slipping his hands around the waist of the younger male to come to rest on his lower cheeks pulled him into a warm slow kiss.
“We don’t have to leave the rooms to eat, you know. We could stay here,” then Torin whispered, “and I can have you ..for dessert.”
A shiver traveled from Cirran’s neck to where Torin’s hands rested. Cirran could feel a flush of heat make the return trip up to his face and a clenching of muscles lower as his cock became interested. ‘Did Torin mean what he thought? Was he offering to give Cirran an orgasm using oral sex? He’d never experienced that, what with everyone watching what the royals did. There’d never been an opportunity for that kind of dalliance to be done discretely. He was really amazed that his parents were able to accomplish the feat of having six children with the scrutiny. Maybe it was different after you were wedded to someone and there were closed doors to hide behind.’ Cirran came out of his hazy dream world to feel a thumb stroking over his lips and Torin’s voice softly telling him to open his mouth. A quick nervous swipe wetting his lower lip instead caught the flavor of Torin and pressure on his lips. ‘An experienced individual, learned in the ways of advanced flirtation, would know what to do next,’ Cirran thought. ‘Do I bite without pressure? Do I nibble?’ In confused panic he looked up into the heated eyes looking down at him.
“Maybe we should go out for our meal after all and wait for that dessert another time. I doubt we’d eat much of the food we had brought in anyway,” Torin chuckled. “We’d too easily get distracted and the intent is to keep you from starving of hunger.” A cute little gah of irritation was the response and a swing of a hand at his own. Still chuckling Torin lead the way out of the rooms taking a glowering Cirran with him.
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It was always interesting eating out away from a Palace, Cirran thought, it was a balancing act of finding places where security personnel felt comfortable and you didn’t feel too much like you were eating on a stage. He would have thought that here would be much the same. They were joined by an escort of 6 watchful men, some he recognized from the night he’d first met Torin. The place Torin had chosen for their meal was quietly dark, each table made a little world of its own with discrete lighting, plants and partitions. It was relaxed freedom.
The food was excellent and Torin’s light conversation witty and drawing out laughter and answers that he later wondered at his lack of discretion. Not that he was indiscrete or revealed secrets he would need to worry about but it told more about an inner part of himself that even his family wasn’t privy to. Cirran could see the tactics behind the words or maybe this was what romantic interest was suppose to be, a drawing out of hiding what a person cared about, thought about, or was interested in. Exploration and discovery. He sat with a bemused smile on his lips looking at Torin during one of the lulls in conversation. Catching himself with a blink in the thought that if Torin were serious he could love the man. A different smile curled his mouth. Clever, clever Torin.
Perhaps a more practical topic should be introduced to sour the intimacy of the evening. With this in mind, he looked at Torin and cleared his throat. “Torin. I called my embassy today.” He paused to sip some of the tart light wine. “I thought you were right to point out that my.. um.. people might want to know where I was and that I was okay. I hope you don’t mind that I called. I know you were going to arrange everything but well… Someone will probably call asking if I .. um inquiring about me, to check up on me.”
Smiling Torin leaned over to lift and nibble on one of Cirran’s fingers. Slowly sucking it into his mouth.
“They did,” he said and brought the seduction back on the planned path. Cirran quietly moaned.
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The next morning found Cirran thinking that Torin was slowing breaking him. They hadn’t really had sex of the baby making kind, if he’d been able to be female that is, but if swallowing someone’s seed could get you pregnant both of them would be very, very ‘in an interesting way’, in his mother’s words.
Torin had shown how it was done with demonstrations , advice, encouragement and careful instruction. Just when Cirran thought he could not give another gram of seed from his body, Torin had introduced a finger where fingers shouldn’t go and milked what seemed like his last drops from him.
He’d still be wilted in the bed if Torin hadn’t laughed and scooped him up. Torin held him naked on his lap and fed him things he said would restore him to his former self. Amazingly it worked, whether from the food or the busy hand stroking places that clothing would have made less accessible or both. Who would have thought that one could play with food like that. Torin occasionally dipping a morsel into what he called his own special sauce that his hand had been able to coax from Cirran. He’d left him like that too, the Bastard, all hard and needy. With a kiss, Torin had left to go wherever he went to during his day.
Too restless to settle to a resumption of his Archive explorations, Cirran gave up. He tried to remember places he’d put on his ‘must go see list’. Calling up information on the places, he made his plans. First stop would be the lake for a swim. Well maybe not. He doubted that an individual could swim in the lake without drawing unfavorable attention to himself during the day. Another informational search found a more remote and secluded swimming area. Gathering what he’d need, he figured that he’d make a stop back at Torin’s rooms to clean up before continuing with his life as tourist plans.
Evading the escort wasn’t too difficult to do. They probably weren’t use to their charges not wanting to be made conspicuous by their escort. Cirran had lots of practice, he thought with a smile, of getting away unescorted. It was a game he’d learned early or his days would have been very dull as he was growing up.
When he snuck back into the rooms in his still damp rumpled clothes, he was focused on getting to the cleanser. He didn’t expect to see Torin rise to his feet after carefully placing his wine glass down with special care. The lover from that morning was missing from his voice.
“Where have you been?” in words so cold they cut.
This was the part that Cirran hated when he was caught as a child. Trying to justify that he’d been safe and there was no need to worry. In this case he wasn’t so sure that this was behind Torin’s anger. It seemed an over reaction for that.
Making his eyes as big and worried as when he’d practiced the art growing up, he hesitatingly said, “swimming.”
“Did you often make fools of your security escorts while you were young?” was the next hard question.
‘He did not like the way this was going.’ “Ye-es.”
“ Did your parents spank you for doing it?” Torin asked with a tilt of his head.
“No! Why would they? I came home safe each time they knew of and every time they didn‘t find out about too.” His parents were not the kind of people to beat a child when nothing happened. They’d reason with them and he’d resolved to be even more cautious on his not sanctioned escapes. It had also been the impetus for him to study the self defense abilities he now was lethal in.
“Go cleanup! Then get your ass out here.” Torin had followed him into the bed chamber.
‘Over dramatic much.’ Cirran thought but since he was on his way to the cleaning room anyway…
Walking out of the room all sweet and clean in fresh clothes, he was prepared to do verbal battle with Torin. He did not expect Torin to come up to him in a slow controlled way and throw him onto the bed. Nor did he expect to be pinned down and one of those damn drug bracelets attached to his arm.
“Bastard. Don’t!” he said as Torin stripped off Cirran’s clothing.
“This will only partially immobilize you. You’ll feel everything and be able to understand everything. This is to make sure I have your full attention. You‘ll sleep off the rest of the drugs’ effects when we‘re done.”
“Your parents should have spanked you more when it would have been more effective and less painful then this is going to be. This can also be a type of sex play but not for today. I had intended to introduce it to you eventually but this takes precedence . Give me a word that you wouldn’t normally use in conversation.”
Cirran’s eyes went wide. This was not happening. This was a complete turn around from the Torin he’d previously met.
“Give me a word. It will be a word that you will use only if it gets to be too much and you need things to stop. It’s not my intension for you to suffer any irreparable harm. Don’t misuse your word. Now tell me your word.”
Cirran looked up at Torin feeling so vulnerable, tears hovering at the edges of his eyes. “Cirran.”
Torin looked at him oddly. “I’d prefer you chose another.” The younger man was able to shake his head. “Very well.”
The spankings were interspersed with discussions of how Torin expected him to act in the future with regards to maintenance of his security. Cirran heard and felt everything. Could answer questions, when he wasn’t crying as to make speech impossible, to ensure that he understood the points that was being made. Those points were very clear. In the end Torin gathered him up to pet and soothe him while seated on his lap. These evolved into arousing strokes and kisses that would have had him writhing if he’d been able to move. Just before the orgasm hit him, he thought that this was also part of the torture. He heard Torin say, “sleep now sweetling, I’ll be back about the time you should wake. Don’t try to move if you wake before then.” A kiss followed him into sleep.
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Torin had been angry on hearing his administrative inform him that one of the security thought he’d seen someone similar in appearance to Cirran leaving out one of the unauthorized doors to the building. He’d contacted the appropriate persons to do a life sign check of Torin’s rooms. No one had been in the rooms.
Last night Cirran had given a credible performance. He’d answered the suspicions that had risen over his contacting the embassy. It was a very credible performance. The sex after wasn’t bad either. It had just the right touch of innocent naivety.
The fact that Cirran had left the building without security escort was something he should have seen and cautioned the younger man about. If Cirran had gotten lost from his own embassy then Torin should have seen that he’d been use to irresponsible freedom of movement. Torin had laid down the rules firmly. Nothing was going to happen to Cirran while he was under his auspices unless he did it. If he was a spy then that issue would be dealt with but if he wasn’t all the more reason to curtail Cirran’s wander lust.
Scanning the sites of Cirran’s information requests he’d sent out security to investigate the closer public places . There’d been a secluded water source that he hoped Cirran had not visited. There were dangers from the wildlife and there was no public to act as deterrent to anyone if they did find or follow him there. When the reports came back to him as negatives he’d decided to go back to his rooms and wait. One glass of wine would he’d hoped calm him as he thought of his plan of action. It had been a long morning wait and he’d had plenty of time to develop and refine.
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Doing his own waiting Cirran watched as mid-day became mid-afternoon. Torin had either miscalculated the dosage or Cirran’s body was acclimating to the drugs here and developing some immunity to their effects. Cirran wasn’t about to advertise if it was the latter. It would be an advantage he’d keep to himself. There was of course the possibility that this was a test to see if Cirran would obey Torin’s directives. At this time Cirran wouldn’t discount that possibility and his body hurt anyway. Closing his eyes he forced himself back to sleep. He’d heal faster asleep. The Bastard could wake him if he slept too long.
But after a while he found that he couldn’t stay long in rest. A dose of pain medication would have been nice.
Cirran’s parents had tried to stem his escape adventures with lectures and what if scenarios instead of corporal punishment but that hadn’t meant that it wasn’t tried once or twice by others for dealing with his disregard for the protection provided by bodyguards. By far the more positive response had been his parents’ method, the other had bred defiance and rebellion.
Cirran thought about the best response to give to his change in his state of being. He could play the game if he had to. In the end he was going to leave this world and its inhabitants when the delegation departed. For now he had Archive access closer and less restrictive than at the Archive hub. If his physical movements were temporarily restrained, well how long could it take to negotiate a treaty. They would never see it coming when he decided to make his escape. He’d have to remember to ask Torin if he could do a regular check in at the embassy so ostensibly nobody would worry. He needed to know when the delegation departure might occur.
He also needed to decide how to react towards Torin for the offenses to his person and dignity. He was an adult, maybe not long out of childhood but he carried himself as more mature than most his age. He blamed his placement in the Royal family for that ability, political protocols would do that to a person. Torin didn’t know it yet but Cirran now had ammunition to fight off his seductive agenda and he intended to use it.
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The gentle stimulation of his wrist alarm woke Cirran next. “Shit” It was 3rd day and he was going to miss practice. There was no way he could sing tonight, it felt like every muscle in his body was locked up. The comm device was on the bedside table. It would be a small reach to it, surely by now he should be able to move enough. “Damn Torin.” It was so hard to pull himself to the side of the bed and he misjudged the distance when he reached. The comm device and he fell to the floor. The pain wrenched a scream from his throat as he landed on his back bringing his ass into contact with the floor. When the pain subsided from his fall and the tears had quieted, he once more reached for the device and was able to make the call.
“Grig. Hi. Look I’m not going to be able to make practice tonight. You can hear my voice is shit. Yeah I know that the performance is on 28th day. It can’t be helped. No I haven’t been seen by a doctor yet. Okay, okay. As soon as I can pull myself out the door, okay. No you can’t come and get me. If I told you that your Dad would throw out his net and it would be 20 times more difficult for me plus I’d be brain dead from being made to listen to negotiation discussions. I don’t need that crap. Yeah. You too. Tell the rest of the guys I love them too and I’m sorry.” He cut off the comm. Laid his head down and cried.
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Torin’s administrative noted that his Lord’s rooms comm device had been activated. After the last time, he’d been instructed to set up the means to monitor and record any unauthorized conversations from the device but for privacy Lord Torin needed to put in the auth. to activate.
“Lord, your rooms comm is activated,” he advised Torin. This time the spy and his contact would be caught.
“I’ll handle it from here. Thank you.” Torin sat and listened to the private conversation of the two young men.
Leaving as he passed his administrative, he paused, “I’ll be in my rooms for the rest of the day. Cancel my meeting with my brother with my apologies. Tell him I’ll work on the matter from my rooms and contact him from there later tonight. Oh, and bring down the security level on Cirran to what would be my family norm.”
As Torin entered his rooms he found there was a wet soggy mess of boy on the floor most of the way to the cleansing room. He shouldn’t have been able to even get that far if he was in that much pain. Obviously he’d failed to get the importance of what ‘the word’ was used for or the younger man was too stubborn.
“Cirran..,” he winced. He’d known that using Cirran’s name was a bad choice. He could see the muscles tighten down hard in the younger man’s back. The warm smell of piss met his nose. The soft crying of the humiliated boy filled the room.
“Shhh. Love, it’s alright. Come let’s get you cleaned up and comfortable.” He placed a careful kiss on the back of Cirran’s neck. “You were supposed to wait until I came back. There was a reason why I told you that. Come on, love.” Cirran buried his face in Torin’s shoulder jarring little sobs jerking his chest. Torin thought he’d need to use both the pain reducing squares and the relaxants to loosen Cirran’s muscles before he‘d be able to get Cirran into an restorative sleep. They were having a better discussion of ‘proper use of word’ in the near future. This was not going to happen again, as he felt Cirran’s tears wetting his chest. ‘Poor little Love‘.
Unbelievably he heard the younger man between gulps stumble out an apology for the mess on the floor covering. Pressing his head down on the one bent on his shoulder, he said, “Shhh, that’s what the mobe- cleanse are for. Don’t worry about it. You’re much more important to me. Now, do you think you can stand or do you need me to support you while we’re in the cleanser?
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Cirran stretched his body with satisfying pops in shoulders and spine. It seemed like he’d been sleeping forever. He sighed in that dreamy content that follows restful sleep. Then the memories came back to him, what he could remember. There’d been more drugs and clean crisp sheets, there was a vague memory of hands softly kneading his back and limbs. He remembered very clearly what caused the pain and the comm contact with Grig… And.., and he’d pissed on the floor. His face flooded with the color of shame. He should have taken off for the embassy straight after he’d almost been caught at the club. This all would not have been a problem, if he had. Now he was snared in this web that would hold him until the trade negotiation was completed. To depart before that could jeopardize the treaty and he was beginning to doubt that Torin would just let him leave before that time. Depression had him sagging.
Levering himself out of the bed he resolved to handle this the way he’d learned. Do something. Assert control of some facet of his life for a start and build from there. He’d start small, the cleanser and his morning routine then decide what he was going to do with his day. Wonder how his guards would like where he been swimming the day of his punishment; was it just yesterday?
On the lower level, he stopped where Torin had beaten into him where he should find his ‘quote’ escort. Graaah. When he told them where he wanted to go, the guard looked down at a display and informed him that it was not on his, Cirran’s, list.
“Where IS on my list?” he snarled. The guard evidently thought he was cute from the smirk he‘d directed at him. Cirran wondered if he could get away with breaking some part of Torin by accident.
“If you want to swim sir, there is the Royal Lap Pool which should be fairly deserted at this time or if you want something that has more possibilities there’s the Royal Gardens,” the guard said.
“Can one also swim laps at the Royal Gardens?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay, the Gardens it is,” Cirran said with another sigh. That was the third sigh today if he counted the one on first waking though that one had been for an entirely different reason.
The Royal Gardens were not bad. Several different pools of water for various activities and ages and even a bubbling spa. He reflected that if he and Torin had been still on good terms that the spa after dark with a glass of wine and kisses and hands… “No, bad thoughts,” he murmured to himself.
Turning to his guards, okay escort though he knew why they were there, Torin had been very clear; he asked “What am I allowed to do while I’m here? Do I have full mobility within this area?”
One of the bodyguards responded, “Anyway here should be fine. We need to have you in sight is all that’s necessary.” Cirran nodded and after visiting the poolside cleanser started at the lap pool.
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The report of Cirran’s morning, filed by the bodyguard, made it’s way into Torin’s informational notices. Cirran had recovered it seemed from his discipline’s affects. The number of laps he’d totaled in one of the Gardens' pools was impressive, Torin’s eyebrows rose and then he smiled. The bodyguards must be very bored to have counted them. He wondered if the next time Cirran was at the pool if the bodyguards would have bets as to just how many laps the young lord would amass that day or more challenging how many laps in how long. Feeling mischievous he thought for next time he’d ask for the data of how much time elapsed as well as the number of laps . Looking at which bodyguard had filed the report, he knew that particular bodyguard would tell him to stick it if he wasn’t as amused as Torin was by the idea; it was one of the benefits of having grown up with some of these men as his own attendants.
‘Hmmm, one of his younger brother’s daughters,’ the report said, ‘the Princess Stephrina had noticed and had lengthy conversation with Cirran.’ She was about the same age as Cirran and quite pretty.
He would not be jealous. This relationship was only suppose to last until the delegation departed, hopefully with an equable treaty in hand. It was suppose to be ephemeral and a pleasant exploration of the senses with the younger man. Cirran’s parent, whichever of the delegation that was and he hadn’t figured that out yet, would take his beautiful son and leave unless Torin could find a reason to keep him here. Ah, he corrected himself, unless Torin could find a way to make the younger man want to stay. The question was did he want to keep Cirran here and for how long? He needed to consider that. What did he foresee his relationship with Cirran becoming, if anything at all?
With a shake of his head, he went on to the next task he set himself for the day after adding to his list arrangements for that night of another dimly lit romantic evening meal. Further down his list he included a note to ask the bodyguard to inform Cirran that they would be leaving at whatever the time was he’d scheduled the dinner for. Cirran should like the timely notice of their night’s plans.
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Uesarr relayed Lord Torin’s dinner arrangements to Lord Cirran. The young lord’s face had stilled for a moment then a look of consideration had sat on it.
“Sir, um what is your name? It’s ridiculous to not know the names of the people your safety is entrusted to.” When the name was supplied, “Is there a decent place to eat near here, that we can go to? I don’t want to wait for a meal until Lord Torin’s planned dinner.”
“Of course, young lord.” Uesarr smiled. ’Well done Lord Cirran, never let him assume you will agree with all his plans. It’s best to keep him off balance.’ It would appear the young lord knew how to conduct a romance after all.
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A smug smile was spread across Cirran’s lips. He’d eaten and there was extra put away in case he was hungry later. The Archive site was on and he was skimming over his latest topic of research. Politely he was going to refuse to go to dinner with Torin. The lord could make all the arrangements he wanted, Cirran had the very good excuse in that he had missed days of research time while recovering from his lesson in the importance and use of security personnel.
The sound of the door opening alerted him to Torin’s arrival back. He schooled his face into it’s normal concentration on the screen before turning his head to look at Torin. “Hey, you’re back.” He turned his head back to the screen, “Have a good day?”
He’d have loved to watch Torin’s face but that would ruin the whole act. “Ah, that’s interesting,” as he was pulled into the topic on the screen.
“Screen off.”
“What?? Nooooo. Bring that back.” Toran had vocally shut the screen down.
“We’re going to dinner. Wasn’t the message passed onto you? Go get ready. The table is being held for us now.”
Cirran glared up at Torin. “Yes the message was passed onto me. That. Was rude. I was hungry earlier and ate at a great place. You go ahead and keep the reservation. I’m staying in to catch up on research.”
“The research will still be there tomorrow. You can keep me company while I eat and maybe your appetite will come back.”
“I have food here if I get hungry later. There’s a lot of research I can get through while you are off eating. You can tell me about it when you get back. Go. Have a good time. Oh, and next time ask me first. It will save you time.” Cirran was talking to the screen.
He heard Torin move through the sleeping room and return to stand by the outside door. “You sure, you don’t want to come with me?”
“Nope, I’ll be fine. Just go.”
Torin left. Cirran called up the screen again and then the Archive site. ‘That was an interesting article.’
