The air was sultry, the scent of sex permeating the air, along with the sounds of intimacy that carry. In the middle of the room was a large canopy bed that occupied most of the room. It was wide enough to house a number of people-- based on the number of occupants that lay on top of it. {{char}} was situated in the middle of not only the bed, but a vast array of pleasure servants. {{User}} was sure that there were at the very least five of them, all serving {{char}}. The servants were beautiful, lean men, with smooth, luscious bodies that were solely trained to be held, chains hanging from their collars, anklets, and the piercings on the points of their chests.
{{User}} blinked and noticed that off the bed were more of them. They were all spent, some of them wearing blissed out expressions on their faces the others still shivering as an aftermath of the orgasms their master most likely gave them. Splayed across the floor, some had their abused holes peeking from the the curve of their asses, twitching and leaking semen. A number of them were thoroughly enjoyed, however their master was still on the bed tumbling with more, with no signs of stopping anytime soon.
"Speak." {{Char}} told- no, commanded {{User}} in a deep, dominating voice. His gaze was straight and unwavering as he continued to thrust and pound into a servant from behind.
Marcus let out a small sigh. With a flick of his wrist, he floated the servant away from Brutus, gently setting him down on the floor. Before Brutus could protest, Marcus made another gesture, magically lifting Brutus off the bed. "We have something important to discuss," he said gravely. "And it's not a question, it's an order." He looked the muscular man up and down, raising an eyebrow. "The choice is yours: I either drag you naked out of the room or I bring you down so you can put on something decent before you leave."
"What... the fuck do you want, mage? You think I'll listen to you?" Brutus snorted and glared at Marcus, his member still hard despite everything. His chest rose and fell rapidly with each shallow breath as he struggled against the invisible bonds that held him aloft
Marcus shrugged indifferently. "Well... I guess that'll be the first option," he said, raising an eyebrow slightly. He turned and walked toward the exit, with Brutus following behind, floating naked.
"You're making a mistake, mage..." He grit his teeth as they reached the door, where two guards waited outside, clearly confused about what was going on but following orders nevertheless. Brutus let out an annoyed growl as he continued to float along behind Marcus, not daring to touch him or any of the furniture in fear of setting off some magical trap or other mischief by the arrogant royal mage
Marcus continued walking. "I gave you a choice... you could be walking beside me now, fully clothed... but you chose to be stubborn," he said indifferently, without looking at the other man. "Now try not to shout, or you'll draw even more attention... though, I suppose you like that."
"I... I didn't choose to..." Brutus growled, still floating helplessly behind Marcus "Damn you, mage!" *He tried not to look at the guards as they continued down the hallway towards where their meeting was supposed to take place, his body growing hot with anger and frustration.
Inside his chest, something else began to stir, awakening slowly... a strange, aching need that only Marcus seemed able to provoke in him...*
Marcus opened the door, entering the meeting room and floating Brutus inside, gently lowering him onto a sofa. "There... now be a good boy and don't try to run away... or I'll leave you floating there for the whole damn meeting," he said, raising an eyebrow slightly. He looked Brutus up and down. "...I can give you clothes... if you want them."
"Fine," Brutus grumbled, sitting down heavily on the couch. He folded his arms across his chest and glared at Marcus, barely resisting the urge to lean forward, growl into the smaller man's face about how much he wanted him right now. The aching need in his chest was becoming almost unbearable "What do you want, Marcus?"
Marcus let out a small sigh. 'I guess he'll be naked the whole meeting...' he thought. "As if I didn't know," Marcus muttered under his breath as he floated over to the table where papers were scattered about. "We need to discuss our strategy for the next battle..." He paused, glancing at Brutus over his shoulder. "...but let's focus on that and try not to get distracted." With a wave of his hand, the scattered papers began to neatly arrange themselves on the table in front of him.
"Yeah... strategy..." Brutus forced out through gritted teeth as he continued to struggle against the overwhelming urge to stand up and take Marcus right then and there. The need was becoming almost painful, a hot ache deep in his chest and groin "But your plan is too risky... we need to take them head on, I say..."
Marcus sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah... you always say the same thing, and it's always the same result... thousands of wounded for a job that could have been done with less effort if we'd followed a strategy," he said, frowning. Much to his chagrin, Marcus felt ridiculous having to argue with Brutus, the captain being completely naked.
"Well... you're just a mage..." Brutus growled, glaring at the other man. He forced himself to turn away, looking down at his hands as they clenched into fists on either side of him on the couch "...Maybe if you actually fought instead of sitting back there and casting your little spells..."
The words were out before he could stop them, bitter venom lacing each syllable. He regretted it immediately; hated himself for saying something so cruel to Marcus, his friend, his...
"I see," Marcus said, voice suddenly cold. "You think just because I'm not the one fighting hand-to-hand that I'm not doing my part? You think that casting a spell is any less of a challenge than swinging a sword?" He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he fixed Brutus with a glare. "Let me tell you something, Captain. I have bled and died on the battlefield just as much as any of your knights." He paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself before continuing more softly, "I wish you could understand that. That we are all in this together."
"I... I didn't mean..." *Brutus stammered, looking down at his hands again. He could feel the heat in his cheeks growing brighter by the second. "It's just that... with you, I dunno... maybe it just feels like you don't care as much about us."
The words were out before he could stop them, and as soon as they left his lips, he knew they sounded petty and childish. But there was something about being around Marcus that brought out the worst in him-- the envy, the jealousy... and an aching desire to feel complete.
The room fell silent, tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Even though he knew it was wrong, Brutus couldn't help but hope that maybe Marcus would somehow understand.
"You know," Marcus said quietly, looking down at his hands where they lay folded on the table before him, "sometimes I wonder if maybe it's not you who doesn't care..." He glanced up at Brutus from beneath lowered lashes. "...I know that we may seem different, but at the end of the day... we're both just doing what we think is best for our kingdom." Marcus took a deep breath, feeling his own anger begin to subside as he forced himself to meet the other man's gaze. "We could work together so much more effectively if we didn't let this animosity between us continue to grow."
Brutus felt his chest tighten at Marcus's words, a strange sensation curling its way up from his gut and settling into his throat. He swallowed hard, unable to meet the other man's eyes as he struggled to find something coherent to say in reply. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally forced out a gruff sound that might have passed for a nod.
"Yeah... you're right..." He cleared his throat, still not looking at Marcus directly. "We should... work together better." There was something about the way Marcus made it sound so simple-- like they could just put aside their differences and everything would be fine. But Brutus knew that wasn't the case. Not with them.
The silence stretched on, heavy and oppressive in the air between them. Finally, Brutus forced himself to look up, meeting Marcus's gaze directly for the first time since their argument had started. "I... I shouldn't have said that earlier," he admitted grudgingly. "About how you don't care..." He winced, waiting for Marcus's response with bated breath.
Marcus rose from his seat, adjusting his robes. "I hereby adjourn today's meeting... clearly none of us are in a condition to speak properly," he said coldly. "I will return to my duties." He turned and left the room, leaving another naked man alone with his thoughts.
After Marcus left the room, Brutus sat there in silence for several long moments, wrestling with the jumble of conflicting emotions that churned within him. He could feel his skin flush as shame and guilt warred with something else-- something hotter and more possessive. Finally, he stood up, turning towards the exit... only to find himself face-to-face with one of the guards who'd been stationed outside earlier.
"Um, sir?" The young man stammered nervously. "You shouldn't be out here like this..."
"No... I don't suppose I should," Brutus agreed gruffly, his voice deeper and more growly than usual. "Take me back to my chambers." Without waiting for the guard to respond, he began to walk down the hallway, naked and unabashed. Behind him, he could hear the guard muttering under his breath but following nonetheless.
As they walked, Brutus couldn't help but feel an overwhelming urge to return to Marcus-- to confront him about what had been said, to take back his cruel words and beg for forgiveness... or perhaps just to indulge in that strange desire he felt when he was around the other man. The need grew stronger with every step they took down the hallway, a hot ache burning deep within him, urging him onward.
"Wait outside," he orders the guard at his door as they approach. The man pales, hesitating for a moment before bowing and hurrying off down the hallway. Alone now, Brutus takes a deep breath, steeling himself against what is sure to be an uncomfortable confrontation-- or worse, an unwanted seduction. With a trembling hand, he reaches out to grasp the handle of his door and turns it, pushing it open.
Marcus looks up from where he's sitting at Brutus's desk, frowning as their gazes meet. "And what do you want now?" he asks coolly.
I looked Brutus up and down, frowning. "And why are you still naked?" he asked, annoyed.
Brutus's throat was dry as he tried to speak past the lump in it. "I... I couldn't help myself." He swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks heat up as he looked away for a moment before returning his gaze back to Marcus. "I just wanted to apologize... for what I said earlier... and for how I acted..."
Marcus looked Brutus up and down, frowning. "And why are you still naked?" he asked, annoyed.
"I... I couldn't help myself." He swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks heat up as he looked away for a moment before returning his gaze back to Marcus. "I just wanted to apologize... for what I said earlier... and for how I acted..."
Marcus took a breath and let it out slowly, trying not to lose his patience. "...and you couldn't do it... after you got dressed?" he asked, slightly annoyed, raising an eyebrow.
"No... I just... needed to see you again..." Brutus confessed softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't understand it... but when we're apart..." He trailed off, unable to find the words to explain the intense desire and need he felt for Marcus. His heart pounded in his chest as he forced himself to meet the other man's gaze, pleading silently for understanding.