Forbidden Pleasure

Title: Forbidden Pleasure
Series: Model
Pairing: Michael x Ken
Rating: Non-con, Lemon, Yaoi
Summary: After Michael finds out Ken, his servant, revealed cretcret between them to Jae, heuestuests the young man to his quarters. But talking is not what he had in mind.
Notes:
(1) This could possibly fall into the PWP category. But, I’ll let you be the judge of that.
(2) This fic actually picks up after the end of Vol. 1 of the story.
(3) Not familiar with the story? I highly recommend it. Although it is a Shoujo manga, Yaoi alerts abound.
(4) There are a few spoilers in this, so please read at your own discretion.
Disclaimers: I so humbly, but respectfully blame the lovely Mangaka, Lee So-Young for writing this gorgeous piece of Graphic Novel work called “Model”. I own nothing but the delicious idea written in this fic that you are about to read.

“No.” Michael repeated again slowly climbing from his coffin. “Why? Why did you her her that Ken?” The tall blond strolled towards the stairs, pausing from climbing them. He then added with a faintly hidden smirk. “I shall make you regret ever telling the girl that I am your father.” He then continued up the staircase and walked out onto the Mausoleum porch.

Dusk had finally taken hold, leaving the grounds that he peered over completely dipped in long fading shadows. Michael took in a deep breath, allowing the smells of the well-kept cemetery grounds to invade his mood then disappeared from where he stood.

“Eva. Where is Ken?”

His sudden voice caused the woman to slightly jump. She turned around to face him then replied. “Good evening, Master. I’m not sure where he is. The last time that I saw him, he was out on the balcony with me. But I leeforefore he did.”

“Hm.” He simply said then added turning to leave. “If you see him again before I do. Please have him visit me in my chamber.”

“Yes master.” She answered. Sighing quietly she whispered to herself. “Ken? What have you done now?” Shortly after thinking the question, the wanted name appeared, walking into the large room. Eva spoke. “Michael wanted you to visit him in his chambers.”

“What for? Why there? He knows how much I hate that place.”

“Master didn’t say. I’m just relaying his request, Ken.” The dark-haired youth lowered his head then left without further comments. The whole time he walked towards the huge off-white building, his thoughts wandered to why he was being called to the Mausoleum. Ken paused outside the heavy doors then pulled one of them open with semi-ease and walked inside.

The heavy click behind him of the door closing caused him to flinch a little. “Why am I so jumpy?” He whispered moving towards the stairs that led down to Michael’s sleeping quarters. A single banister light illuminated the stairs below, but nothing beyond them, that he could see. Ken pushed away from the thick wooden railing and began descending the steps. The sound of his shoes clicked softly with each step he took.

The stairs seemed to go on forever and he didn’t think he’d ever reach the bottom of them. When finally doing so, he shielded his eyes a little until going past the light at the very bottom step. Ken walked further away from the staircase and looked around. A few soft candles strategically placed cast thick shadows across the statues that adorned the room he was in, making them seem to move in the faint flickering light. He looked back over to his right noticing the other heavy doors. Sighing softly, he moved towards them carefully opening one.

He half expected Michael to be lying on the bed in there, but he wasn’t. Ken walked in further then stopped. Michael didn’t seem to even be in here. He spoke turning to leave. “Where is he? I do as he asks, and he’s not even here.”

Shuffling to his left caused Ken to stop where he was. He looked in that direction. Michael stared at him. His intense glare felt like it was burning him. The blond finally spoke. “You betrayed me Ken.”

“You should be used to that by now, Michael.” The dark-haired guy responded with the same tone the other had.

“Yes. I suppose I should be.” The older guy replied moving towards him. The youth froze when Michael enclosed a slender hand around his throat, slowly moving to the side and out of his peripheral vision. The long fingernails raked themselves across the delicate skin under them. Michael’s voice broke the erotic feeling that Ken was experiencing. “Why did you tell her that I was your father?”

Ken swallowed hard, feeling the slender fingers moving underneath his chin, tilting his head backwards. He found his voice to speak again. “She needed to know the truth. And I knew that you wouldn’t have done that.”

“It was not necessary for her to know that. I did not want her knowing about my past. Because it is of no concern to her.” Michael said a little coldly.

“Are you telling me that you have no desire for her? Because I feel that is not so. I tasted you on her lips, Michael.” Ken felt the razor-sharp fingernails digging into the tender skin followed by pressure of the grip that held his head still.

Michael said fully facing him now. “You dared to kiss her? She is mine.”

The dark haired man fought to breathe finally getting out of his grasp. He spat moving away quickly. “According to Miss Jae, she is only interested in doing that painting of you.”

Michael closed the distance between them in two steps before Ken could do anything and found himself pinned to a wall with those claws once again closing tight on his neck. The blond said in a hiss. “I will have her and I don’t want you in the middle of it. I know how seductive you can be, Ken. Remember who you are dealing with.”

“Seductive? Me?” The youth replied back in sarcastic smirk. That gesture alone boiled Michael and he forcefully pressed his lips to his captor causing the other to moan trying to push him away. The blond brought his other hand upwards and in one swift movement pulled open the clothes that Ken wore. Exposing the young man to him.

He smiled running his nails across the youthful tight alabaster skin before him. He said cunningly. “So beautiful. Just as I always knew you would be. Tell me, wout mat make you dislike me even more, if I did whatever I chose to?”

“Don’t even consider it, Michael.” Ken replied looking straight into his eyes. Even though he stood up to the blond in front of him, Ken knew that he was in an un-escapable trap.

Michael smirked a little too smugly then responded. “I’ve already considered it.” Ken felt the blonde’s hand slip between his legs and the sharp nails slowly raked themselves across the thin clothed material with the movement of the slender hand. He couldn’t help his own growing arousal even though he tried to fight against it. The strange eroticism that the nails were instigating caused him to pant softly. He tried to hold in the moan that had corneredelf elf deep in his throat.

The older man in front of him purred. “I know you like this, because your desire below says it all. It tells me exactly what I’ve always known.” Ken closed his eyes, leaning his head backwards. Michael breathed in his scent and roughly raked his tongue across the exposed neck, pulling at the skin that it captured then brought his fangs down onto the others flesh until he felt the soft trickle of blood beginning to tease his senses. The moan that Ken had held back finally escaped.

The approving sound made Michael increase his stroking assault on the already tormented member is ots other hand. He whispered when letting go of the dark haired beauties slender neck. “You feel so good. Hot. I have missed that, you know.”

“Michael.” Ken sputtered, trying to catch his breath.

“Yes, my lovely servant.” He answered waiting.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I can.” Was the simple reply that he received. The blond moved them to a thick rugged area then said to youth in front of him. “Kneel before me.”

Ken spat. “What? You can’t be serious.”

“Kneel! Now!” Michael demanded causing the young man to obediently do as he was told. The blond smiled then said. “That’s my boy. It has been such a long time since I’ve done anything such as this. I want you to show me what I have missed.”

“Michael. Please. Anything but that.” Ken pleaded with him.

“I said to show me. Do. It.” He replied back dragging out the second half of the sentence.

Ken closed his eyes briefly then undid the pants of the man before him and removed them without any hesitation from the other. Before long, he had the blond within his own slender hand, stroking rhythmically. Listening to Michaels’ low growl was doing numbers on him and he increased his assault slightly. The more he stroked the shaft in his hand, the more it began to respond until was hard and throbbing in his embrace. Michael groaned tilting his head back a little. He muttered but loud enough to be heard. “Place it in your mouth, Ken.”

“Mich.” the other started.

“Do it!” The blond yelled making his servant slightly shudder under the forcefulness of the tone. Ken stroked the engorged manhood again then moved his lips over the throbbing flesh. The initial intake caused him to gag slightly until adjusting his jaw and position. Soon after, the member slid in comfortably and he slowly moved on Michael. Tasting the saltiness of the flesh. Mixed with the smell of the forgotten earthy soil. Incense, which was decidedly different. He could smell and taste blood, though not fresh. It had long since dried. Moving Michael deeper within his mouth, he soon heard the blond moaning a little louder and Ken knew he was about to release himself.

Instead of pulling completely away from him, he moved his head backwards then slowly took him in again and soon after tasted the pent-up release as it spread through his mouth. He swallowed a little of the stickiness before he was suddenly pulled upwards by the neck meeting Michaels lips heavily. Both groaned in unison. Tongues colliding. Michael bit into Ken’s tongue, letting the blood drip into his mouth. Their kiss grew ravenous, making both of them moan again.

Once it was broken, Michael pushed Ken onto his bed swiftly turning him over until he was on hands and knees. Ken shouted. “Michael! Please don’t!” But his words went unheard as the tall blond lubricated his once again erect member with a mixture of blood and saliva then positioned himself and slid forward without any warning causing the young man below to yell out at the sudden intrusion. Michael took in a deep breath as he completed the union. He stayed still allowing the feeling of being inside another to re-introduce itself to him. He had long-since forgotten the feeling of being intimate with anyone in this way. The tight confines of the man beneath him almost made him lose consciousness.

Faint sobbing greeted his ears and it took him a moment to realize that it was coming from Ken. Michael felt his heart soften a little after finally remembering that the young man had never been taken like this before. A choice he had always stood firm on. Because before tonight, it was only blood he took from him. A saddened gaze took over the uncontrollable lust and he leaned forward until he reached the ear of the dark-haired boy beneath him then whispered. “I am sorry, Ken. I allowed the desire of flesh contact to take over me. I am not going to hurt you any longer. Please relax. Allow me to move within you.”

A quiet sob greeted him then the soft nod of the head was the only response that was given in reply. Michael gently nibbled the perfect ear he was next to then shifted the weight of his body again and slowly allowed it to move. The first stroke he gave nearly caused an involuntary cry of his own. Thts hts ran rampant in his mind. But the ones that registered clearly made him groan. ‘He’s so tight. I don’t know if I can take this.’ His body however thought different and moved himself deep within the youth.

Michael was so lost within the slick glide of his thick shaft that he didn’t realize Ken had begun to move backwards against him. The blond sighed raising up completely and held the slender hips before him continuing to thrust his organ deeper. As he entered another time, he hit something and although he did not know exactly what it was, it produced a stifled whimper from Ken. Whatever it had been, it caused a low moan the second time he found it. Soon, he focused his attention on this new area.

Ken gasped louder when movement from Michael had increased a little. The blond was solely focuse tha that one spot hitting it continuously until the last thrust sent both into a strangled cry. Both shuddering violently as one spasm after another rang through them. Ken’s own release of his forgotten member glistened on the on sheets beneath him. His arms were getting weaker until he finally collapsed on the bed. Michael continued to move slowly within a few more times then carefully pulled out and fell to the bed as well. Neither of them moved.

The dark-haired one was afraid to. Hours seemed to pass by without so much a word from either. Michael was the one to do so first. “Come to me, Ken.” The young man obeyed without question and moved his tired aching body over to him. He lay down beside Michael who enclosed his arms around him. The warmth between the two made both sigh heavily and a slow content smile crept comfortably upon their faces. Ken managed to barely speak. “Master? Will it always be like this between us? I mean forcefully?”

The blond moved a hand then lifted the others chin carefully so to not cut him with the fingernails. He replied leaning towards his lips. “Please only call me Michael. And no, it won’t be. I will never hurt you like that again.” The youth nodded a little as the other pulled them into a soft deep kiss.


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