The Bonds of Providence
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Chapter 2
The Bonds of Providence
Chapter 2
By: shad0wg8
He had him on all fours, legs spread and ass raised. The king’s fingers slipped inside him again, sliding and stroking and searching until they found something that made Akihito’s mind go blank. His body seized up and he shuddered uncontrollably, a soft whine slipping out between pants as he desperately clung to the sheets. His arms shook and gave out, his legs threatening to do the same. He moaned into the mattress, thighs quivering, body unconsciously arching back into the sensation. A muscled arm wrapped around his waist and snuck down between his legs. He couldn’t help the scream that followed as his member was enclosed in a tight grip. Paralyzed, he could only cling to the sheets and sob as he was pushed over the precipice once again.
He’d barely come back to his senses when he found himself pulled up, hands flying to brace against hard, toned biceps as he was forced to straddle the older man. He saw the unspoken command in those hard eyes and felt his body shake, in both fear and anticipation. The king held his gaze as he slowly let him sink down, forcing him to take all of him in. The prince moaned and desperately griped the hard muscles flexing under his hands. He was suddenly lost, unable to speak or think. His breath caught and he felt himself on the verge of fainting.
The king shifted beneath him and he came back to himself, sucking in an unsteady breath before letting out a soft groan as he felt the throbbing member inside of him shift. As one hand slipped down to wrap around the prince’s hip, the other slid into his hair pulling him down for a long, lazy kiss. The king pulled the young man’s head back with a soft tug, his lips traveling along his jaw and down his throat. Fingers slipped from the fine, soft strands and drifted down to curl around another hip. Akihito cried out shakily as those fingers dug into his tender skin and forced him to go faster, harder.
He collapsed back against the mattress, limp and sticky. His body was slick with sweat, chest heaving as he lay in the twisted covers trying to catch his breath and calm his racing heart. Akihito felt the king press up against his side, one lean leg hooking over his own, and shuddered. A large hand stroked down over his ribs and hip, pausing for a moment then following the same path back up. The prince felt the king’s hard length pressed against his side and whimpered. He tried to close his legs, but they wouldn’t move. His body shook and trembled as the king knelt over him, nudging his thighs further apart as he settled between them.
Watery, pleading eyes looked up, beseeching.
“Please… I- I can’t,” the prince whispered hoarsely. “No… no more.”
The king bent down and licked along his trembling jaw, hot breath washing over the prince’s already heated skin.
“The night is still young. And, if you keep looking at me like that I won’t be able to help myself.”
Akihito’s body reacted to the words, his skin flushing darker. He tried to say something, but his words were cut off by an insistent pair of lips followed by a demanding tongue. When the king pulled back, the overwhelmed prince was dizzy and breathless, his mind a twisted jumbled of desire, lust, and need.
@}~~^~~~~~
Akihito woke up the next morning to a cold, empty bed. He shivered and pulled the covers tighter, groaning at the pain the small movement caused him. He didn’t think there was anywhere on him that wasn’t sore. The memories of last night slowly began to drift back to him as his face heated up. The king had… And he’d… he’d… He buried his face in the pillow and tried to will the thoughts away. The action only caused more memories to surface as he recalled burying his face in that same pillow the previous night while the king had… done things to him. Embarrassing things. Things that… had felt really, really good he admitted as his entire body flushed.
His stomach gurgled in protest, pulling his thoughts away from the night before. He suddenly realized he hadn’t really had anything to eat since the day before yesterday. Groaning, he made protesting, sore muscles move as he sat up. He instantly regretted it as sharp, lancing pain shot up his spine. He winced and rolled onto his stomach, staring forlornly at the doors. Even if he could make it to them, what then? He was completely naked, and the only things available to cover him with were the blankets on the bed. His stomach burbled again and he gritted his teeth. He was hungry enough that he was beginning to feel ill. If he didn’t eat soon, he’d end up with a headache that would make it nearly impossible to keep anything down.
He reached up and latched onto one of the posts that held up the canopy of the bed, dragging his sluggish, worn out body to the edge of the mattress. The moment his feet hit the floor he toppled forward landing in a tangle of limbs on the cold, unyielding tile. A series of curses flew from his mouth as he tried to pull himself back up. He hissed and winced as he struggled to get up, failing miserably. He froze, anxiously biting his lip as he heard a door bang open. He vainly groped for the blankets, attempting to hide his nudity as a set of boots came to a stop before him. His hand halted on the covers, clutching them in a white knuckled grip as he looked up into a pair of amused golden eyes.
“Y-you!”
He saw the man’s lips twitch up into a half smile and scowled.
“Don’t t-touch me,” Akihito warned, scooting back against the bed. He felt his ears burning as the king simply continued to stare down at him.
“Just… go away,” the prince mumbled, turning his face away from the king’s steady gaze.
He yelped in surprise and protest as he was suddenly scooped up off the floor.
“Put me down!” Akihito demanded, shoving at the king’s broad chest. “I told you not to touch me!” He mentally winced as the last came out as almost a whine.
He was placed gently on the bed, but the man didn’t pull back. Instead, he buried his face in Akihito’s disheveled hair.
“Are you hungry?”
The simple question threw him off balance.
“A… a little,” the prince conceded, giving the hard chest another shove.
“If you promise not to try and run away again, I’ll have something brought for you.” The tone was teasing, and he could feel the man grinning into his hair.
“Whatever… It’s not like I can right now anyway,” the prince snapped irritably.
“I suppose I may have overdone it a little last night.”
“A little?” Akihito hissed, renewing his struggles.
“You didn’t seem to mind at the time,” the king whispered against his ear, causing the boy to shiver.
“I… don’t really recall.”
“Liar.”
The king pulled back, tossing the rumpled covers over Akihito’s shivering body and headed for the doors. As the man reached for one gilded handle, a sudden thought occurred to Akihito.
“Um…”
The king turned to face him, one eyebrow quirked in questioning amusement.
“We… we were never properly introduced. So… I, uh… don’t know what to call you…”
Both eyebrows shot up in mock surprise.
“You don’t even know my name?”
“N-no…” He sighed irritably. “It’s not my fault! My uncle-”
“Yes, your uncle. We’ll have to talk about that later.”
With those cryptic words, the king slipped out the door. Too late Akihito realized that he hadn’t given him his name.
“Bastard,” he muttered, snuggling back under the warmth of the blankets.
@}~~^~~~~~
The smell of fresh baked sweet rolls and tea roused him from his doze. He blinked his sleep clouded eyes open and frowned when he saw the king sitting on the bed beside him. He quickly forgot his company as a covered tray was placed on his lap. The king stood up and left Akihito in peace as the prince picked up a bun and quickly shoved it in his mouth. Akihito watched the man warily out of the corner of his eye as he headed towards a door he hadn’t noticed before. It was set back in a little alcove that Akihito had thought was just a small sitting area. The king disappeared and didn’t return until Akihito was already done eating. Without a word, the king picked up the tray and placed it on a nearby table, and before Akihito realized what was happening he found himself whisked out of bed.
Before he could voice a complaint, he found himself plunked down into a large pool of steaming water. As the warmth seeped into his aching muscles, he relaxed a little. The prince sank further into the pool and sighed.
“Akihito.”
His eyes snapped open wide when he heard his name. He hadn’t even realized the king was still there.
“You… know my name?”
“Of course.”
“Then, you also knew that I was a guy the whole time…”
The smirk was all the answer he needed. Growling, he threw water at the man along with a few curses. He smiled in triumph when he saw the man’s soaked clothing and dripping hair.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that sweetheart,” the king warned as he began to undress.
Akihito visibly swallowed and began to back away as the man quickly stripped and slipped into the bath. The prince found himself easily captured and caged in against the side; his head turned away as he refused to meet the man’s laughing eyes. He felt himself growing hot, and not just from the heated water.
“Why?” he asked feebly. “If you knew all along then why-”
Strong fingers gripped his chin and forced him to look up.
“Because I wanted to make you mine.”
“That’s not…” Akihito sighed. He was beginning to think he’d never get a straight answer out of this man.
A soft kiss was placed on his lips and the king pushed away. He turned and stepped out of the bath, pulling on a robe.
“You can call me Ryuichi,” he called quietly over his shoulder as he strode out of the room.
Akihito watched the man go, fingers unconsciously tracing his lips. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly dropped his hand back into the water. How did he do that? The man was so… He didn’t know what to make of him. Tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling, Akihito tried to sort out the tangled mess that his emotions had twisted themselves into.
Chapter 2
By: shad0wg8
He had him on all fours, legs spread and ass raised. The king’s fingers slipped inside him again, sliding and stroking and searching until they found something that made Akihito’s mind go blank. His body seized up and he shuddered uncontrollably, a soft whine slipping out between pants as he desperately clung to the sheets. His arms shook and gave out, his legs threatening to do the same. He moaned into the mattress, thighs quivering, body unconsciously arching back into the sensation. A muscled arm wrapped around his waist and snuck down between his legs. He couldn’t help the scream that followed as his member was enclosed in a tight grip. Paralyzed, he could only cling to the sheets and sob as he was pushed over the precipice once again.
He’d barely come back to his senses when he found himself pulled up, hands flying to brace against hard, toned biceps as he was forced to straddle the older man. He saw the unspoken command in those hard eyes and felt his body shake, in both fear and anticipation. The king held his gaze as he slowly let him sink down, forcing him to take all of him in. The prince moaned and desperately griped the hard muscles flexing under his hands. He was suddenly lost, unable to speak or think. His breath caught and he felt himself on the verge of fainting.
The king shifted beneath him and he came back to himself, sucking in an unsteady breath before letting out a soft groan as he felt the throbbing member inside of him shift. As one hand slipped down to wrap around the prince’s hip, the other slid into his hair pulling him down for a long, lazy kiss. The king pulled the young man’s head back with a soft tug, his lips traveling along his jaw and down his throat. Fingers slipped from the fine, soft strands and drifted down to curl around another hip. Akihito cried out shakily as those fingers dug into his tender skin and forced him to go faster, harder.
He collapsed back against the mattress, limp and sticky. His body was slick with sweat, chest heaving as he lay in the twisted covers trying to catch his breath and calm his racing heart. Akihito felt the king press up against his side, one lean leg hooking over his own, and shuddered. A large hand stroked down over his ribs and hip, pausing for a moment then following the same path back up. The prince felt the king’s hard length pressed against his side and whimpered. He tried to close his legs, but they wouldn’t move. His body shook and trembled as the king knelt over him, nudging his thighs further apart as he settled between them.
Watery, pleading eyes looked up, beseeching.
“Please… I- I can’t,” the prince whispered hoarsely. “No… no more.”
The king bent down and licked along his trembling jaw, hot breath washing over the prince’s already heated skin.
“The night is still young. And, if you keep looking at me like that I won’t be able to help myself.”
Akihito’s body reacted to the words, his skin flushing darker. He tried to say something, but his words were cut off by an insistent pair of lips followed by a demanding tongue. When the king pulled back, the overwhelmed prince was dizzy and breathless, his mind a twisted jumbled of desire, lust, and need.
@}~~^~~~~~
Akihito woke up the next morning to a cold, empty bed. He shivered and pulled the covers tighter, groaning at the pain the small movement caused him. He didn’t think there was anywhere on him that wasn’t sore. The memories of last night slowly began to drift back to him as his face heated up. The king had… And he’d… he’d… He buried his face in the pillow and tried to will the thoughts away. The action only caused more memories to surface as he recalled burying his face in that same pillow the previous night while the king had… done things to him. Embarrassing things. Things that… had felt really, really good he admitted as his entire body flushed.
His stomach gurgled in protest, pulling his thoughts away from the night before. He suddenly realized he hadn’t really had anything to eat since the day before yesterday. Groaning, he made protesting, sore muscles move as he sat up. He instantly regretted it as sharp, lancing pain shot up his spine. He winced and rolled onto his stomach, staring forlornly at the doors. Even if he could make it to them, what then? He was completely naked, and the only things available to cover him with were the blankets on the bed. His stomach burbled again and he gritted his teeth. He was hungry enough that he was beginning to feel ill. If he didn’t eat soon, he’d end up with a headache that would make it nearly impossible to keep anything down.
He reached up and latched onto one of the posts that held up the canopy of the bed, dragging his sluggish, worn out body to the edge of the mattress. The moment his feet hit the floor he toppled forward landing in a tangle of limbs on the cold, unyielding tile. A series of curses flew from his mouth as he tried to pull himself back up. He hissed and winced as he struggled to get up, failing miserably. He froze, anxiously biting his lip as he heard a door bang open. He vainly groped for the blankets, attempting to hide his nudity as a set of boots came to a stop before him. His hand halted on the covers, clutching them in a white knuckled grip as he looked up into a pair of amused golden eyes.
“Y-you!”
He saw the man’s lips twitch up into a half smile and scowled.
“Don’t t-touch me,” Akihito warned, scooting back against the bed. He felt his ears burning as the king simply continued to stare down at him.
“Just… go away,” the prince mumbled, turning his face away from the king’s steady gaze.
He yelped in surprise and protest as he was suddenly scooped up off the floor.
“Put me down!” Akihito demanded, shoving at the king’s broad chest. “I told you not to touch me!” He mentally winced as the last came out as almost a whine.
He was placed gently on the bed, but the man didn’t pull back. Instead, he buried his face in Akihito’s disheveled hair.
“Are you hungry?”
The simple question threw him off balance.
“A… a little,” the prince conceded, giving the hard chest another shove.
“If you promise not to try and run away again, I’ll have something brought for you.” The tone was teasing, and he could feel the man grinning into his hair.
“Whatever… It’s not like I can right now anyway,” the prince snapped irritably.
“I suppose I may have overdone it a little last night.”
“A little?” Akihito hissed, renewing his struggles.
“You didn’t seem to mind at the time,” the king whispered against his ear, causing the boy to shiver.
“I… don’t really recall.”
“Liar.”
The king pulled back, tossing the rumpled covers over Akihito’s shivering body and headed for the doors. As the man reached for one gilded handle, a sudden thought occurred to Akihito.
“Um…”
The king turned to face him, one eyebrow quirked in questioning amusement.
“We… we were never properly introduced. So… I, uh… don’t know what to call you…”
Both eyebrows shot up in mock surprise.
“You don’t even know my name?”
“N-no…” He sighed irritably. “It’s not my fault! My uncle-”
“Yes, your uncle. We’ll have to talk about that later.”
With those cryptic words, the king slipped out the door. Too late Akihito realized that he hadn’t given him his name.
“Bastard,” he muttered, snuggling back under the warmth of the blankets.
@}~~^~~~~~
The smell of fresh baked sweet rolls and tea roused him from his doze. He blinked his sleep clouded eyes open and frowned when he saw the king sitting on the bed beside him. He quickly forgot his company as a covered tray was placed on his lap. The king stood up and left Akihito in peace as the prince picked up a bun and quickly shoved it in his mouth. Akihito watched the man warily out of the corner of his eye as he headed towards a door he hadn’t noticed before. It was set back in a little alcove that Akihito had thought was just a small sitting area. The king disappeared and didn’t return until Akihito was already done eating. Without a word, the king picked up the tray and placed it on a nearby table, and before Akihito realized what was happening he found himself whisked out of bed.
Before he could voice a complaint, he found himself plunked down into a large pool of steaming water. As the warmth seeped into his aching muscles, he relaxed a little. The prince sank further into the pool and sighed.
“Akihito.”
His eyes snapped open wide when he heard his name. He hadn’t even realized the king was still there.
“You… know my name?”
“Of course.”
“Then, you also knew that I was a guy the whole time…”
The smirk was all the answer he needed. Growling, he threw water at the man along with a few curses. He smiled in triumph when he saw the man’s soaked clothing and dripping hair.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that sweetheart,” the king warned as he began to undress.
Akihito visibly swallowed and began to back away as the man quickly stripped and slipped into the bath. The prince found himself easily captured and caged in against the side; his head turned away as he refused to meet the man’s laughing eyes. He felt himself growing hot, and not just from the heated water.
“Why?” he asked feebly. “If you knew all along then why-”
Strong fingers gripped his chin and forced him to look up.
“Because I wanted to make you mine.”
“That’s not…” Akihito sighed. He was beginning to think he’d never get a straight answer out of this man.
A soft kiss was placed on his lips and the king pushed away. He turned and stepped out of the bath, pulling on a robe.
“You can call me Ryuichi,” he called quietly over his shoulder as he strode out of the room.
Akihito watched the man go, fingers unconsciously tracing his lips. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly dropped his hand back into the water. How did he do that? The man was so… He didn’t know what to make of him. Tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling, Akihito tried to sort out the tangled mess that his emotions had twisted themselves into.