"Okay, yeah, I like pranks, but I'm no screw up."
"I agree with you there. So suppose you explain to me how you got suspended from the Thieves' Guild Academy for stealing ice cream from the lunch room."
"Oh, that." He made an off-handed gesture. "One of my friends got put on punishment for not studying, even though he knows the material perfectly. They told him he couldn't buy ice cream for a week."
"How does that involve you?"
"Well, they didn't tell me I couldn't buy it for him."
He rubbed his mouth. "Headmaster de Laney says you stole it."
"Yeah, because he punished me for buying it, so I stole it. Then he punished me for that. That wasn't fair. There's nothing in the handbook about not stealing ice cream. I checked. I attend the Thieves' Guild Academy to learn to be a professional thief, yet stealing from them is against the rules?" He folded his arms. "Explain that if you can."
Luc opted for the answer that would end the conversation fastest. "The headmasters don't like anyone working the system and showing them up. You know what that means?"
"Yeah. Don't get caught again."
"Exactly."
"Don’t worry, Sen'dai. I won't."
"Glad to hear it. Bedtime, Senthys."
"Yes, sir. Good night."
He let Senthys get to the first step of the stairs. "Son, I'll take back my second debit bracelet and ID now." He held out his hand. "Well done, though."
With a muttered curse, Senthys came back to him, slapped the items into his hand, and then climbed the stairs to bed.
Luc waited until the house was quiet before he stooped beside Wulf, still asleep on the couch. He touched his shoulder.
Wulf pulled away, eyes still closed. "Not time to get up yet."
"No, love. It's dark outside. Time for bed."
He murmured unintelligibly and turned over on his side.
"Come on, love." Luc shook him. "Time to get up and go upstairs."
More mumbling. Wulf snuggled further into the couch.
"I guess I'll have to carry you."
Wulf turned onto his back. "I can walk."
"Faker! You had me believing you were asleep."
"I was." The whites of his eyes made a sharp contrast against the brown. "I'm getting up so you won't carry me. How would that look?" He sat up. "One grown man carrying another." He got to his feet alone but staggered and Luc had to grab him.
"That's it. I'm carrying you."
"Have to catch me first." Wulf climbed over the couch and bolted for the stairs.
Luc ran after him.
Inside the bedroom, Wulf was already stripping. He tossed his clothes on a chair, crawled into bed, and pulled a pillow under his chest.
Luc picked up after him and then undressed, placing his folded clothes aside. He slid in behind him and started massaging Wulf's back.
"Mmm." He relaxed under his hands. "Higher."
Luc sat up and dug in a little deeper with his thumbs.
Wulf moaned. "Don't stop. That's wonderful."
"Your nose looked a hundred percent better by the time we'd finished dinner. You sound better."
"That pain-stik did the trick."
"Good." He worked the muscles around his neck. "You like this?"
"Nnn."
He chuckled. "You're so articulate."
"Mitsulplikit."
Luc swatted him and dropped back onto the bed.
Wulf lifted his head. "Are you serious about spanking me?"
Thinking about that brought Luc half-way erect. He stroked one finger across Wulf's chin. "Why do you ask?"
"I'm kind of sore from last night."
"I see." Luc concentrated on Wulf's position and features, reading his intentions. What a perfect submissive he was, yet unaware of it. No doubt he'd never had a lover who could master him properly. "So, you think you have a say in whether you're spanked."
Wulf swallowed. "Are you trying to say I don't?"
"When I decide you'll have your bottom smacked, it will happen. Not until." He stretched out and put his hands behind his head. "I'm aware of your soreness. I also know you refused to tell me how much it hurt you." He turned his head toward Wulf. "You'll never do that again. You're to tell me the instant something hurts you. Is that clear?"
"I didn't want to disappoint you."
"You disappointed me more by not being honest with me." He sat up in the bed. Wulf copied him, sitting cross-legged. "Do you think all I want from you is ass? That I'm so intent on satisfying myself that I don't care if you're bleeding or in pain?"
"I..." Wulf closed his mouth. "No."
"It wasn't brave of you to suffer in silence, love. I would never ask that of you. You are never to do that again."
"Yes, Master."
Excellent. He remembered. Luc scooted back against the middle of the headboard. "I think I'll have to spank you tonight to make sure you've learned this lesson."
Wulf's cock rose a bit. Perfect. Just as Luc had hoped.
"Put yourself across my lap." Luc patted one thigh.
Wulf crawled over to him and moved into position. He stretched out as told, lying with his head on Luc's left side.
"Good. Now put your hands over the side of the bed. You're to keep them there. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"We will not be having sex. I want you to heal. I can feel your erection against my thigh, Wulf, but you will not be allowed to come tonight."
"But why not? I..."
Whack! A hard slap on one cheek silenced him. Wulf jerked as if he'd been branded. A bright pink mark showed instantly.
"When I give you permission you may ask a question. Not until."
"Yes, Master."
"As to why, because I know what's best for you. This will not be a hard spanking, love, but I am going to heat up those pretty cheeks of yours. I intend to see them bright pink all over before I stop." He laid his hand over the imprint he'd left. His own dark skin against the pale white of Wulf's ass made a strong contrast. He moved his hand.
Wulf clenched his cheeks.
"You're anticipating each blow. That's not good. I want you to relax." He patted Wulf's cheeks. "Relax. There you go. That's better."
Wulf twisted toward him.
"Head down. In fact, put your hands over your eyes. Do it now."
He complied.
"Good, good. That keeps you from seeing when I lift my hand. I want you totally open to my touch, Wulf. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"We're about to begin. Do you have any questions?"
"Senthys won't interrupt us, will he? Can he hear us?"
"My bedroom is sound-proofed and the door is double bolted. Not even a thief as good as Senthys can get in here tonight."
He felt tension go out of Wulf. He set his left hand on Wulf's lower back and raised his right. He rained ten fast blows across the lower half of Wulf's cheeks.
He could feel Wulf jerk beneath the blows but he forced himself to relax afterward. Wulf gulped air, but didn't move his position.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Are you through?"
"No, love. That was the first of three sets of warm up swats. If I spanked you on cold skin I could hurt you."
Wulf squirmed, his cock a hard ridge against Luc's thigh.
"You're doing very well, love." The moment Wulf relaxed his cheeks, he repeated the gentle blows to the middle of his ass. Pausing while Wulf uncurled his toes and tried to unclench his cheeks, he rubbed the pinkening skin.
When Wulf allowed his cheeks to separate, Luc added ten blows to the top of the rounded ass. Stroking Wulf's skin, he murmured reassurances. "You're beautiful like this, Wulf. I love seeing your body open to my touch."
"I love you, Master."
Luc tapped him on the shoulder. "Sit up and hand me two pillows, love." When he did, Luc put them over his lap and had Wulf lie across them. "This puts your ass at a higher angle. Think of each blow as a kiss. I warn y
ou, I won't stop even if you beg me. I will decide when your bottom has had enough. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do you trust me?"
"I do, Master."
"I'm proud of you, Wulf. You may cover your eyes now. I'm going to punish you."
When Wulf obeyed, Luc brought down three medium hard swats, one after the other. Wulf sucked in air, his entire body stiffening.
Luc did not speak, merely waited for Wulf to lie limply across his lap again. He repeated three swats to the other cheek and waited again. Wulf complied much more quickly this time.
"Excellent. You're surrendering to the spanking. I'm very pleased. Just a little longer, my love."
"Thank you, Master." His voice showed strain.
Nine more blows, one after the other around his entire ass left Wulf whimpering, his skin a hot pink and glowing.
Luc rubbed a hand across his cheeks. "This is the effect I wanted. Nice and hot without bruises anywhere. You've done very well for being a novice at this game, love."
He sniffled. "Thank you, Master."
"A few more."
Wulf let out a whimper and put his head down. Luc patted his cheeks to remind him to let them relax. They tensed, loosened a bit, and then tightened once more. Wulf lifted his head, took a deep breath, and let it all out as he allowed his muscles to go limp.
A shame I can't take him farther tonight. Luc rubbed his hand across the burning skin. All in good time.
He delivered the next nine swats without pause. Wulf arched his back, legs kicking.
Luc held him in place. "You clenched up so tight I think I might want to repeat those."
"Oh, Master, please." Wulf twisted toward him, his cheeks wet with tears. "I will obey you, but I'd like it if you didn't."
How could he not smile at such a sweet plea? Luc helped him sit up. "That was eloquent, Wulf. I'm very proud of you." He held out one arm. "Come and let me hold you."
Wulf angled himself to be close to him, head on his shoulder. He didn't quite let his bottom touch the bed. "I'm enjoying seeing you learn how to deal with all this, love." Luc stroked Wulf's face, gazing into his warm brown eyes.
Wulf knuckled his eyes, smiling with such an air of innocence Luc had to clench his hands to keep from ravishing him. "You may lie down and go to sleep now, Wulf."
"Thank you, Master." Wulf was still erect, pre-cum glistening at the tip. He bundled up the pillows and dragged them back to his own side, then lay down on his stomach.
Luc turned out the lights, fluffed the pillows on his side, and stretched out on his back, hands behind his head. "Good night, Wulf."
"Good night, Master."
For a time, they lay in silence, Luc listening to Wulf toss. At last Wulf did as expected.
"Master?"
"Hmm?"
"I can't sleep."
Luc grinned into the dark. "Why not?"
"I'm too hot."
"Take off your covers."
"No, not that kind of hot. I need you, Master."
"I told you we weren't having sex tonight, Wulf." He waited.
Wulf turned over on his side. It remained quiet for several minutes before Wulf groaned. "I can't stand it. My cock is throbbing like you'd spanked it instead of my ass. Please make love to me."
Luc bit his lips to keep from chuckling aloud. "I'll compromise with you." He turned the light on low.
Wulf sat up and then moved to his knees.
All that perfect, naked skin lay exposed and open to Luc's eyes. It drove heat straight through him. "I would enjoy seeing you come for me, so I'm going to allow you to pleasure yourself. I'll watch."
Wulf chewed his lower lip. "I've never done that in front of anyone before."
"Good, then this will be your first time."
"But if you watch I won't be able to come."
"Wulf, you were naked in my bed for all of last night. You came in my mouth, then lay flat on your back on the table while I spread honey on your cock and balls and then licked it all off you. You held your legs wide apart in the air while I fucked you. You watched in the mirror while I slammed into you from behind. There is nothing to be embarrassed about with me. Shall we do this in the shower?"
"No, no." Wulf held up his hands. "I'm fine here."
"Excellent." He opened a bedside drawer and pulled out lube. "Here. Don't want you to be sore." He squeezed a generous amount onto Wulf's palm. "How do you like to start?"
Wulf's cheeks darkened, lashes drifting down. "In the dark."
"If you're going to please me by playing with yourself, you can't do that in the dark. Now stroke on the lube, beautiful one."
A sweet smile rewarded him as Wulf slid his right hand from the very tip of his cock to the base and back.
"Do you touch yourself anywhere else?"
He stopped moving. "What?"
"Do you touch yourself anywhere else? Do you play with your nipples?"
"S-sometimes."
"Then do that now."
Wulf's cheeks darkened. "I--I don't..."
"I want you to." Luc folded his arms. "Do it, Wulf. Play with your nipples. Pull and tweak them."
Wulf shuddered as if an orgasm had passed over him. He lifted his left hand to his right nipple and stroked it.
"Very nice." Luc moved up closer, making a show of examining the way Wulf touched himself. He could feel Wulf's heat, the quick intake of warm, shallow breaths. Mmm. You like to be watched. I'll remember that. Luc inhaled Wulf's masculine scent. "You like short, feathery strokes."
Wulf's pupils had dilated fully, a ring of whiskey-brown surrounded the dark of his eyes, open wide and taking him in. The lush lips parted. He lowered his lashes. "Yes..." He breathed the word like a confession.
"Mmm. Delicious, Wulf. I'm going to enjoy doing that to you."
Wulf tossed back his head, eyes closed.
"You are the most sensual being I've ever had in my bed. I love watching you bring yourself pleasure." Luc blew softly on the areola and it pebbled. He wet his lips, longing to increase that texture, taste it, and feel its gentle hardness on his tongue. "Pull on your nipple."
Wulf held the dark round button with two fingers and a thumb and tugged.
"Oh, yes," Luc whispered. "You like that, don't you?"
"Yes, Master." Wulf's breathless response sent shivers through Luc.
"Twist it."
Wulf obeyed. His compliance itself stoked Luc's inner fire. Yet hot as he was, he would not violate Wulf's trust. He would not touch him. Not tonight. He sat back and enjoyed the visual feast in front of him.
Wulf, naked in his bed, as he should be. On his knees, his legs spread. Hard cock getting stroked and squeezed, balls up tight against him. Ready to shoot. His nipples hard little buds.
Luc wrapped a hand around his own cock and pulled. Up over the head, down, back up, his thumb crossing the slit on top. Firm, squeezing at the tip, the way he liked.
Wulf took long strokes on his own cock, rubbing the center and then up near the tip.
Luc gripped the pillow beside him, his legs outstretched. His balls tingled with that familiar going-to-come pulse of deep, deep pleasure.
Wulf rose on his knees, arching his back. "Oh, oh! Luc!" He spurted white cream into the air, his balls jumping as he came.
Luc followed him, crying out Wulf's name.
The gentle warmth of Wulf's touch brought him back to the moment. Wulf had stretched out on the bed between Luc's legs and had wrapped a fist around his cock. Wulf's head bobbed as he sucked.
Luc drank in the view of his own dark skin next to Wulf's fairness, tight little ass a rosy pink. Wulf's lean, hard strength evidenced itself in firm muscle.
Eyes shut, Luc cupped a hand around his lover's head, fist tightening in his hair. He leaned back against the headboard and let himself enjoy one of the best blowjobs he'd ever had.
Belly down on the bed, Wulf flicked his tongue all the way around the head of Luc's cock. Luc tightened his fist, sucking air i
n over his teeth as Wulf used his lips on the crown. Wulf pulled and pushed over it while he darted his tongue against the slit. He wrapped both fists around Luc's penis, stroking and squeezing at the same time.
Wulf continued to suck and lick until Luc once again shot hard, his mind shattering under the onslaught of pure, intense pleasure. He shivered like a virgin while Wulf licked up every drop of cum.
"Oh, fuck. Wulf." Luc gripped him by the arms and dragged him up close for a kiss.
When they broke apart, Wulf pulled back a bit. "Open your mouth." He stroked his tongue along Luc's lips, licked across his tongue. "Keep your mouth open. I want you to taste yourself on me."
Lust poured over Luc, burning him with its intensity.
Wulf wrapped a hand around Luc's stiffening cock, glanced down, back up to his eyes. "This thing doesn't know when to quit." A lazy smile spread across his face. "I like that about you."
Luc hauled Wulf up flat against himself. He slid down in the bed. "Cover us up."
Wulf drew covers over them and snuggled into his arms.
Luc wrapped his arms around Wulf to keep him close. He rarely slept and never more than a few short hours at a time. His Sempervian stamina required little. But tonight--he had that delicious, stupid feeling that always came on right before a good sleep.
Held in his lover's arms, Luc drifted into rest.
*
Wulf came awake all at once in the darkness, his heart pounding. A hand clamped over his mouth and a man's breath came hot against his ear.
"Easy, love. It's me."
Luc. Wulf almost sobbed with relief.
"Shh." The whisper held dread in its wake. "Someone's in the house."
Wulf pushed himself to a sitting position, squinting. "It's so dark in here!"
Luc held a finger to his lips and signaled him not to move, then slid open a drawer beside the bed and withdrew a gun. He clicked some part of the device and it hummed to full power.
Faint light showed under the door of the windowless room, illuminating a few highlights. A glimmer of pale light glinted off the bedside lamp, a ring on Luc's hand, the barrel of the gun. Luc's inhuman eyes glistened like wet black pearls, two spots of reflected light in the darkness.
A soft scrape sounded near the door. They both waited motionless, no other sound in the room. Two dark areas blotted the door's small light--the feet of an intruder. Wulf held his breath.
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