Ambushed!

This is the sequel to “A New Weapon,” another one of my fanfics. You don’t have to read it first, but I would say that it would be nice.

Also, I haven’t beta’ed this, I just wrote it and wanted to upload it. Really not in the mood to beta it yet. It’s 4 ½ pages long in word.

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This time Pip was ready for him. He wasn’t sure how, but he just knew that Walter was coming. It was as if a warning bell had rung in his head. Well, maybe not a warning, per se, but more of a “be prepared” bell. So he prepared, putting a pair of sharp scissors in his back pocket and thick rope in his hands. He stood near the door to his room on the ground floor, listening intently for the footsteps of the butler. He was rewarded with soft, but swift footstep that seemed to be rapidly approaching. It was him.

He flattened himself against the wall to the right of the door so that when it opened Walter wouldn’t see him right away and so that he could jump him. If he was lucky, Walter would walk a fair way into the room.

There was a knock. Silence. Neither Pip nor Walter made a sound for a few seconds. For a moment Pip thought that Walter might give up and walk away, but then he heard the door knob twisting slowly. The door opened silently and the leader of the Wild Geese watched as the Butler stuck his head in though the door. Pip had turned off the lights, hoping to hide better and lure Walter deeper into the room.

Of course, Walter’s senses told him what was going on. He could see well in the dark and he had sensed Pip inside the room, near the door in fact. This will be interesting, He thought, what is he planning? Intent on find out what the Frenchman had planned, he stepped all the way into the doorway, and even shut the door.

This is too good, thought Pip as he launched himself at Walter’s back. Even if Walter had expected that, he wouldn’t have been able to keep himself from falling flat on his face. Before he could blink he found his arms tied behind his back and felt the weight of the Frenchman on his thighs. Quickly, he probed Pip’s emotions. Not his actual thoughts, that would take too much energy. He wasn’t Alucard. Plus, he wanted to be surprised, as long as he wasn’t surprised with his head cut off or something.

What he detected wasn’t something particularly surprising, but definitely pleasing. He felt relief, mostly. But there was definitely excitement, the sexual kind. This is too good.

The Englishman could hear Pip’s heavy breathing and surmised that he was trying to get his breath back before he did anything else. That wasn’t quite true. Pip was getting his breath back, but the real reason for his lack of action was that he hadn’t thought of the next thing to do. He had come up with this plan on the spot and hadn’t thought it through. Now what did he want to do with the man vest beneath him?

On impulse he let his hands lay on Walter’s back, splaying his fingers to feel the muscles beneath his clothes. All he could feel was the silky smoothness of his vest and the movement of his steady breathing. What he really wanted was skin contact. But how am I going to get to him if I don’t want to flip him over and untie him?

The scissors. He had originally put them in his pocket to defend himself against Walter’s dental floss of death, but thinking about that now he felt fairly ridiculous. When Walter was brainwashed during the war he had split entire buildings. A sword and his entire arsenal wouldn’t have helped him, let alone a pair of scissors.

Walter felt the contact of Pop’s hands on his back, but felt unsatisfied. I hope he gets the balls up to do something with more skin contact. However, was he heard and felt next wasn’t quite congruent with the sounds of trying to undress a person. He heard the sounds of small pieces of metal sliding together and felt the Frenchman on top of him untucking the back of his shirt. There was a bit of skin contact from Pip’s knuckles that made him shiver in anticipation, but he froze when he felt a thin piece of cold metal touch the skin on his back. It took him a second to put and two together.

“Hey! Pip Bernadotte, if you cut apart my silk shirt and designer vest you will live to regret it!” He started struggling a bit, hoping to throw of the man with the threatening scissors.

“Did you come in here for some entertainment, monsieur? I’m just giving you what you want.” The butler could practically feel the sneer from Pip burning into his back. He kept struggling, if Pip was really going to cut apart his clothes he was going to make himself a difficult target to steady on.

He felt the slice of the first cut in his bones. It was heart wrenching, knowing that his carefully put together outfit was coming apart so easily, but at the same time he was trying to remember why this was such a good thing. Pip must be impatient.

Pip could tell that they wasn’t exactly the most arousing thing for the man beneath him, so he made quick work of the offending garments, as if he were taking off a band aid. As soon as he had cut all the way through the collar, being careful of Walter’s pony tail, he put the scissors back into his back pocket. Might need these again.

If was all he could do to carefully peal back the shirt without touching the butler’s skin. Again, the tied arms were in the way, but he decided he could get most of the shirt out of the way if he had Walter bend his back to take his weight of his chest, and if he cut the sleeves apart. He did that first, taking the scissors back out of his pocket and cutting a line from the cuff around his wrist to the cut he had already made on the back. He did this to the other sleeve as well before he pulled back the halves shirt so that they were tucked under his arms, then he worked his arm under the black haired man’s waist. He gripped him gently as he lifted him off the floor. He was pretty pliant, which was surprising, but it must have been because of the destruction of his shirt. With his other hand the Frenchman reached under Walter’s neck, grabbed the collar of the shirt, and pulled it toward him so that the whole shell like shirt pealed off of him like a glove.

Now his hands were free to roam the expanse of exposed skin. His hands lightly touched Walter’s back and he splayed his fingers again. This time he could feel the muscles under the skin flexing and unflexing as the man breathed. He ran his hands up to his shoulders, down to his wrists, then around the waist to the butler’s abdomen. The muscles there were much more satisfying, partially because he could count the bulges of his six pack, but mostly because as he did so he felt the Englishman under him shudder. It’s good to be the one in control.

After a few moment of relishing the smooth skin on Walter’s abdomen Pip decided to let his hands travel up a bit higher. He had to work his hands between the butler’s tone chest and the hard stone floor, but once he did, he was greeted with the half hard nipples of the black haired man. He teased them both, one in his left hand and one in his right, until Walter was alternating between arching up into his back and pushing himself down into the stone floor. He stopped teasing and pulled the Englishman up into his chest so that he would hold still. Now that he had better access, he could reach the man’s neck with his lips.

Walter felt like he was being tortured for information by a particularly attractive jailer. As he felt his nipples being rubbed between a thumb and forefinger he noticed that the Frenchman’s braid had fallen over his shoulder. It was now tickling his right shoulder, adding to the intense feelings. If he doesn’t stop teasing me I’m afraid I’m going to die…again.

“Ah, Pip, please,” he was able to gasp.

It was then that he felt wet lips against the left side of his neck. He felt Pip’s tongue slither out between the lush lips and lick his sensitive skin. Apparently he couldn’t help himself from knowing on his neck either. With the tendencies he was showing, he seemed more like a vampire than a human. Maybe I can get Miss Seras to change him…maybe I can get him to agree to that. Even though he had been de-brainwashed, he was still a vampire. An unfortunate side effect, but one that he didn’t mind now. He had a feeling that Pip wouldn’t have been as willing to roll around in the sheets with an old (looking) man.

Bernadotte was beginning to find the heat unbearable. Setting the butler back down on the floor first, he then took off his hat and flung it across the room like a discus. He then attacked his own shirt. It wasn’t as fine as linens as Walter had, but he did like his plain white, button up, collared shirt. However, he ripped his off of his chest anyway, the buttons flying to the corners of the room, never to be found again. It was only fair. The shirt followed the hat into obscurity.

The Englishman felt himself being lowered gently onto the floor, then heard the ripping of a shirt and the plastic tinkling sound of buttons flying. Even though he was laying on the side of the face, he couldn’t see well enough to actually know what was going on. He could only guess from the sounds, but it sounded as if Pip had ripped off his own shirt and flung it away. It made him happy to know that he wasn’t the only one with a ruined shirt.

Pip picked the butler up by the chest again, arching the other’s skin onto his own. The tied wrists were really getting in the way this time though, and the Wild Geese leader wanted some attention too. Again, Pip had to set Walter back down.

He was definitely confused now. What was Bernadotte doing, setting him down and picking him back up again? Oh, I see. It had taken a few second for the scissors to cut though the thick rope, but he succeeded. Walter let his hands rest on the floor beside his waist before he moved them to much. It would take a minute for the blood to start circulating again. But he was being picked back up again, this time supporting himself with his own hands. Tingles bothered his digits, but he always enjoyed that sensation.

Pip was running his hands over the Englishman’s back again. He leaned across the man’s back as much as he could, placing his mouth beside Walter’s ear. He proceeded to nibble and caress it with his teeth, tongue, and lips.

Walter’s semi-hard cock turned rock hard as he felt the Frenchman’s tongue inside his ear. The wet muscle was wonderful on his nerve packed ear, as were the teeth. He groaned aloud, digging his nails into the stone under his hands and scratching the surface.

The butler’s vocalizations spurred him on. Bernadotte put his weight on his right hand and used his left to turn Walter’s face toward him. He took the man’s lips violently while pushing his own erection into his hips. Suddenly he wished he had three arms, or maybe tentacles like Alucard. I don’t though, so I’ll just have to trust that Walter can hold up my weight as well.

He needn’t be worried. Pip didn’t even feel Walter adjust himself as he picked up his right hand. It moved of its own accord to Walter’s left nipple and rubbed it roughly, all while the left hand was planted on the butler’s cheek. He deepened the kiss as the Englishman moaned against his lips, pushing his tongue through his lips and into the moist cavern. Their tongues battled each other, not for anything in particular, but for the love of the struggle.

Walter bucked up into Bernadotte’s arousal as he felt the Frenchman’s hand on the bulge in his pants. He was definitely not expecting that. Pip groaned at the hard contact and gripped the butler’s bulge a bit hard. Everything paused as Walter pulled himself away from the Wild Geese commander’s silky lips to get his breath back. He panted heavily and hung his head limply toward his chest. He didn’t even notice that most of Pip’s body weight was on him.

The Frenchman’s hands traveled down Walter’s chest and to the hem of his slacks. While they were both catching their breath he would undo and get rid of the slacks. He did so, seemingly without the butler’s noticing. Of course, he had noticed, and was glad to have gotten rid of the constricting garment.

Pip also rid himself of his pants, brownish corduroys, and flung them in the same general direction he had thrown everything else. Now both men were reduced to their boxers, Walter to his silk black ones, Pip to his brown, cotton ones.

Not really thinking anymore and just acting, Pip wrapped both of his arms around Walter’s chest and waist and embraced him. Walter felt the heat radiating from the Frenchman’s body into his, but what pleased him was the warm emotion that Bernadotte was radiating. He could physically feel the commander of the Wild Geese smile into his back, but he could also feel the emotional warmth. It was comforting.

Hands were moving again, south, toward Walter’s boxers. Thoughts of teasing the butler by handling his erection, pushing his hand through the hem and lightly touching his sack, but he knew that neither one of them would be able to handle that much at this point. It had been two weeks since they had sex, since Walter had lured him by saying he made a new weapon for him, and both were yearning for the other’s touch again. At least, assumed Walter was, especially because of the fact that he had attempted to find him in his room.

Walter did appreciate the lack of further torture as he felt the Frenchman above him swiftly removing his boxers. Once his disappeared he looked behind him to watch Pip remove his as well. It was an entertaining, wonderful experience. He hadn’t been able to watch the other articles of clothing being removed, but this was the most important one anyway. There was a smirk on his face as he watched the other man’s erection appear.

After he had divested himself of the last of his clothing, Pip Bernadotte placed both of his hands onto Walter’s firm ass. He kneaded the skin and muscles there before quickly dipping his head down to the top of the other man’s crack. His tongue snacked out and made a slippery trail all the way down to the sweet, puckered hole.

Walter cried out, his back bowed, and he found himself looking straight up to the ceiling. He could feel Bernadotte’s wet muscle shoving its way into him, causing him to writhe in ecstasy. It seemed longer than it ever could be, pushing all the way to the bundle of nerves that was his prostate. The butler screamed again, feeling the impossibly long tongue touch him just where he wanted. His fingers dung deeper into the floor, creating deep gouges.

“AH! Pip! AHHH!” Pip heard Walter’s continuous cries and grew harder, if that were possible. Waiting wasn’t an option anymore. He gave the Englishman’s prostate a couple more swipes before he pulled out of him. Before he lifted his head he slathered his saliva all around the tight ring of muscle. As he sat up he trailed his tongue back up Walter’s cleft and gathered more spit in his mouth. He spat into his hand and put it on his rock hard cock.

“Now,” Bernadotte was able to growl out.

“Now,” Walter whispered back.

The blond Frenchman lined himself up and thrust deeply. His hands gripped roughly onto Walter’s hips as he grunted and shook until could control himself. Walter was shaking as well. He had really felt the last two week get to him, and even though this wasn’t exactly what he had planned, he felt as if he were going to explode before Pip even started moving.

When Pip began to pump in and out of the butler’s body he moaned, digging his nails into Walter’s skin. Walter moaned as well, knowing that it would only be a couple more thrusts before Bernadotte started aiming. He was right. It was only a couple seconds before he felt Pip’s manhood stroke his prostrate.

Walter let out another scream. Pip’s erection was creating the most delicious friction. He wouldn’t be able to hold himself back for very long.

One of Pip’s hands, his right one, made its way up Walter’s back and to his ponytail. He yanked it out and proceeded to run his hands through the soft hair. Strands were over Walter’s eyes, but he didn’t care. As long as he kept thrusting into him, Pip could do anything he wanted.

Walter’s tight cavern was driving him insane, it held onto him tightly, sucking him in and barely letting him go. He was getting close, too close. He couldn’t hold back either, no matter how hard he tried. His left hand reluctantly let go of it’s anchor in Walter’s side and drifted to the Englishman’s arousal. He gripped it firmly and started pumping with his hand, gripping tight on the base and getting slightly lighter as he worked to the tip.

It was too much for Walter to take anymore. The combination of the attention to his prostrate and the skilled stroking of his dick sent him over the edge. He yelled out his orgasm as his seed splayed over the floor. He felt Bernadotte thrust three more times before he went unusually still, shuddered, and moaned, spilling himself into Walter.

Pip fell over onto the butler’s back again, but this time Walter was too weak to keep himself and Pip propped up. He collapsed, the weight of the Frenchman’s body grinding him into the stone floor and consequently into his own semen.

“Pip, if you do not roll off of me, wipe off my stomach, and get me to a bed, it will be another two weeks before we do this again.”

The leader of the Wild Geese was on his feet and picking his dark haired beauty up off the floor before he said the word “again.”