Kidnapped by the Gentleman

by Drake LaMarque

  “I don’t wish to get in between the two of you,” Gabriel said, slowly, although his thumb was still rubbing my skin.

  My heart sped up just a little as Dante inhaled. “I don’t think it’s… you had the prior claim,” Dante said. “And you’re captain.”

  “I’m not choosing between the two of you,” I said quickly. “I like you both, I want you both. And I have had fantasies about all three of us, if that’s something … the both of you might be into.” I could hardly believe I was brave enough to be suggesting this now, but after nearly dying and all that, it didn’t seem like such a big deal. “I want you both.” I said again.

  Gabriel raised an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitched up. “Dante? Is that something you would be interested in as well?”

  Dante nodded, I felt his cheek move against my head. “Yes, Captain. Ever since… well, we met, yes. But since Cedric told me about… what he imagined, with the three of us. I have had trouble ridding my mind of the idea.”

  “I’ve often wished I could bend you over my knee and spank you when you anger me,” Gabriel said, his smile perfectly wicked. I squirmed, feeling myself get hard at the thought of Gabriel disciplining Dante in such a way.

  “Much as I wish to try all manner of rough and scandalous things with the both of you, at once,” I said, slowly, half regretting the words I was about to speak, because they were so sensible, but I had just cried in front of them both. “I rather think tonight I might need gentler treatment.”

  “Of course,” Gabriel leaned in and kissed me, gently and tenderly. I felt something sweet from his kiss, something like his apology, and his regret and his desire to have me in his arms. I sighed into his mouth. He pulled back a little, flicked his eyes to Dante and kissed him over my shoulder. Being pressed in between the two of them had me hard as a rock instantly, and I tentatively brought a hand up to touch Gabriel’s chest.

  Dante made a noise of such need and yearning that I echoed it without thinking. Gabriel sat back, Dante let go of me and the two of them pulled the coat back off my shoulders and Dante got up to set it aside.

  Gabriel pulled on the cult’s robe and it slipped off me easily. I lay back on my elbows, breathing heavily. He stood and caught Dante on his way back to the bed, kissing him soundly and pulling his shirt open.

  Dante’s hands went to the waistband of Gabriel’s trousers and they were stripping each other, kissing and panting as they worked.

  Once they were both naked, Gabriel gripped Dante by the back of the neck and turned to look at me. “How do you feel about me fucking Cedric while he fucks you? Gently and slowly, of course.”

  He said it so casually he might have been suggesting who takes first watch, but the words were so loaded with desire, and the room was so charged with it, that I held my breath.

  Dante nodded, rested his forehead against Gabriel’s and groaned softly. “May I feed?”

  Gabriel smiled, but there was a cold edge to it, I recognised the look from when he had me shackled to the bed. My skin prickled with excited anticipation.

  “Ask your captain politely, and then we’ll see.”

  Dante straightened up, blushing ever so slightly and looked Gabriel in the eyes. “May I please feed, Captain?”

  Gabriel’s eyes grew brighter and he nodded. “You may, on Cedric or myself.”

  Dante’s tongue flicked out to wet his lips in a quick movement, and I shifted on the bed, reaching my hands out to them. “Come on then.”

  “Still impatient, even now…” Gabriel smiled and shook his head. “I really am going to have to teach you to wait. But not tonight. Tonight, I’m just glad you’re alive.”

  With those unexpected words, he wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me with abandon, the kind of kiss that promised a great deal of fun. I returned it with interest, my other hand still reaching for Dante, who caught it and kissed the tips of my fingers. Then the bed shifted as he climbed in behind me again, his lips kissing their way up my arm and to my shoulder.

  I moaned softly, yearning for more even as I was being given exactly what I wanted.

  Gabriel moved between my legs, his hand sliding slowly up my thigh with an exquisitely teasing movement. Dante set the pot of oil before me, and Gabriel slicked his fingers with it before starting to work me open.

  I leaned back into Dante, resting my head on his shoulder and tipping my chin up for a kiss from him. He obliged me instantly, and I felt again that strange bond between us, the ineffable connection that had been sealed when he fed off me.

  My cock was throbbing with need, and as if he could tell, Gabriel dipped his head down to lick at the head of it as his fingers delved deeper inside, stretching me with practised ease. I was quickly getting impatient for more, but I realised that if I were to be having my way with Dante I ought to be preparing him as well…

  I twisted a little and Dante stroked his hand through my hair. “What are you trying to do, sunshine?”

  I smiled, hearing his nickname for me, and kissed his chin, my torso twisting to see him. “Get you ready for me, of course.”

  Gabriel twisted his fingers inside me, hitting that glorious spot and making me cry out, at the same time he dropped his mouth down over me and my eyes fluttered shut, moaning.

  “Mm, distracted, I see,” Dante said. He kissed my mouth and shifted a little, moving more to the side of me. If I’d been able to I’d have turned to him, but my bones all seemed to be made of jelly while Gabriel stroked inside me. “Have some pity, will you, Captain?”

  Gabriel sat up and withdrew his fingers, wiping his mouth with his other arm. “Very well. Shall I stretch you too, Dante?”

  I groaned my assent, wanting desperately to see him worked over by Gabriel.

  Gabriel moved up between my legs, grinding himself against me in an entirely distracting way, as Dante let his legs fall open and smirked at the both of us. I reached to stroke his cock as Gabriel pushed his fingers, still slick from me, into Dante.

  It was an intoxicating sight, heightened by the swell of emotions in my chest. Gratitude that they’d come to rescue me, the relief that I had, thus far at least, survived the night, and an intense affection for the both of them.

  Those feelings could be dangerous… those last ones. Those were the feelings that could entangle my heart, tear it apart and leave it broken in pieces. I ignored them all, focusing again on the sensations I was feeling. The silky smoothness of Dante’s cock in my hand, pulsing in response to my movements. Gabriel pressing his hips against my thighs, his cock sliding against mine with the most incredible drag. Dante’s face contorted as he made a low keening sound. My own heart sped up at the sight of him, and Gabriel, apparently quite able to take care of multiple things at once, closed his mouth over my nipple and sucked it until it was hard.

  “That’s enough, I’m ready,” Dante said, his voice strained. “Please…”

  “Yes, please, I need more.” I let go of Dante’s cock to take hold of Gabriel’s hips, pushing them back so I could turn over. I got to my hands and knees and Gabriel slapped my ass, although not as hard as he might have done. I gasped, and closed my eyes, the mattress moved as Gabriel lined himself up behind me and pushed inside.

  “Yes, thank Go…” I caught myself and changed my choice of words. “Thank the stars. I needed this.”

  I lifted my arm and Dante moved beneath me, his eyes blue as the sea on a sunny day. His expression blissful already. I licked my lips and leaned down to kiss him as his hand found my cock and stroked it gently.

  I’d asked for something gentle, but I began to suspect that somehow this would still be too much for me. Gabriel gripped me by the hips to guide me down. Dante splayed his legs wide under me, and his hand led my cock to his hole. Filled utterly by Gabriel, and then pushing myself into Dante to fill him, I almost orgasmed on the spot.

  Hold it back, Cedric, this is a dream come true. And a good dream, not one of the shitty cult nightmares. And who knows when it will happen again,
so enjoy it.

  I swallowed, leaned in, and kissed Dante as I pushed all the way inside him. Gabriel wrapped his arm around my waist and started to gently guide me, pulling himself out of me and pulling me back a little as he did, so that I withdraw partially from Dante.

  Like the cusp of a wave, we all hovered for a moment on the edge of pleasure, before Gabriel shoved forward so my hips pressed into Dante’s thighs and I was deep inside him and utterly filled with Gabriel at the same time.

  “Ohhh stars,” I groaned.

  Dante leaned up to kiss at my neck, and Gabriel’s mouth found the skin of my shoulder blade and bit it gently. I shivered, overwhelmed with trying to keep track of everywhere I was being touched. Trying to process all the good feelings at once.

  Gabriel kissed Dante over my shoulder again, and I bucked against the both of them, forward into Dante and then back into Gabriel, feeling very gratified when they both moaned louder into their kiss.

  “I won’t last long,” I gasped, dropping my forehead to Dante’s shoulder.

  “Don’t try to hold it off,” Gabriel said. “Just feel it all.”

  I did so, closing my eyes and giving over to it it. Caught between two such handsome and desirable men, I rode the waves of desire until I was bucking and orgasming into Dante. He chose that moment to sink his teeth into the fleshy part of my shoulder, right over where Gabriel had playfully bitten earlier.

  I moaned, feeling even more arousal pumping out of me in time with the blood.

  Gabriel made a slightly strangled noise and shoved his hips deep inside me, filling me with his hotness and making my head spin a little.

  Dante’s cock twitched between us and somehow I managed to put my hand between us to stroke the orgasm out of him, too.

  Gabriel’s hips slowed and he carefully eased out of me. I groaned, lacking the strength to do the same, thankfully I fell his hands on his hips, guiding me with gentle force. With his assistance, I was able to roll onto my back, and lie there with my eyes closed, panting hard.

  “Mmm,” Gabriel said. The mattress moved as if he were leaving but in a moment he was back with a soft damp cloth, cleaning me up.

  Dante wrapped an arm around me and gently licked at the wound he’d made on my shoulder, and then the one on my neck from the knife. It was so intensely intimate that my spent cock made a half-hearted attempt to get hard again.

  But I was well and truly exhausted. With the release of the orgasm, I felt myself quickly slipping into a worn out sleep.

  “Rest, sunshine, you’ve done enough for the day now,” Dante murmured.

  Gabriel settled on my other side, and arranged himself so my head was pillowed on his chest.

  I decided to take his word for it. “Right then,” I mumbled, no doubt slurring my words as I faded into blissful nothingness. “Thank you, love you.”

  Chapter 29

  Ten days later

  We sailed up the Thames and I felt a pang of something like fear, quickly overwhelmed by nostalgia. I leaned my arms on the side of the ship and watched as London town with all its buildings and smoke stacks resolved itself in front of me.

  It was a beautiful angle for the city, and with my oils I’d be able to make a pretty picture of it. Dirt and all.

  Because beauty isn’t about purity, I think, it’s about the thing existing as it is, flaws and all. Gabriel is beautiful and he has plenty of scars. Dante is devastatingly handsome and he’s hiding such a secret. One he’d call a curse, although I’m not sure I agree.

  Gabriel was dressed in his Sir Gabriel garb, looking every bit the handsome gentleman who operated a successful shipping company. He strode up the deck to stand beside me, shooting his cuffs.

  “How long has it been since you saw her?” he asked.

  “Her?”

  “The city of London.”

  I tried to count the months for a moment, until I got bored. “A while.” I smiled up at him. “I don’t care for the temperature.”

  He grimaced in sympathy and patted my shoulder. As I’d lost even the clothes I was kidnapped in, I’d been borrowing from the crew since Casablanca. For my triumphant return to London I’d borrowed one of Dante’s fine linen white shirts (although it was a little long in the arms), and a waistcoat from Kaito. The trousers were Marco’s, since he was more or less my size and a pair of his boots as well, although those were a little on the tight side.

  “Indeed, it’s nothing like as balmy as the Caribbean,” Gabriel said. I watched the smile on his face for a few moments longer than I needed to and then turned my gaze back to the city.

  With the ship’s sails flapping white and innocent, and the name of the ship altered with a handy bit of magic Gabriel had trapped in the wooden boards of the ship, we sailed into dock as an ordinary merchantman and his law-abiding crew.

  Gabriel paid the dockmaster and signed in under Sir Gabriel Durant. Together with Dante, we walked through the busy docks and into the city of London.

  The uneven cobbles played havoc on my feet in the slightly too small boots and I started to become anxious to get to my parents’ house if only to take the weight off my feet.

  “It’s just up here,” I said, leading them down past Trafalgar to the small townhouse Father had bought when I was twelve years old and he’d come into some money through clever business deals.

  I spotted the familiar green painted door and went to it, knocking on it several times.

  I turned to look at Gabriel and Dante as I waited for one of the staff to open the door. Gabriel looked confident as ever, but Dante looked positively nervous.

  The door opened, revealing a footman I didn’t recognise.

  “Er, hello, I’m Cedric Hale-Harrington, Ackley’s son. Might be we let in?”

  The footman’s eyes widened and he stepped back to admit us. “Of course, young master. Please, go through to the sitting room, your father is at parliament but your mother will be overjoyed to see you, of course.”

  Dante hesitated at the door, and I turned. “Please come in, Dante,” I said. Remembering belatedly, that he’d mentioned needing to be explicitly invited into a dwelling.

  He smiled and stepped through.

  It felt damned strange to wait in the sitting room, although it had been a good bit more than a year, perhaps more like two, since I was here. Perhaps I should have tried harder to remember what month it had been when I was first sent overseas…

  In the sitting room, Gabriel took a seat and appeared to be at his ease. Dante stood by the unlit fireplace, looking out of place and uncomfortable. I sat on an armchair and then stood again, because now that I was almost about to see my mother I was excited and nervous.

  Her soft footsteps heralded her arrival and I shoved my hand through my hair and forgot how to breathe.

  She walked in and didn’t even spare a glance at Gabriel or Dante. Her face split into a wide, delighted smile as she rushed towards me. I opened my arms and we embraced.

  “Oh, Mother.” Her gentle rosewater scent flooded me with memories and I felt warmth spread through my bones, I was so happy to see her.

  “Cedric, my wayward son,” she breathed into my hair. “I was so worried, so… terrified I wouldn’t see you again. Oh, my boy.” Her arms around me tightened and I smiled against the soft fabric of her sleeve.

  Finally, we pulled back, she held me at arm’s length and looked me up and down. “Was it terribly awful? What am I saying? Of course it was. You were kidnapped by that terrible pirate. Well, I’m glad you’re safe back home, now.”

  “So am I, Mother,” I gave her a kiss on the cheek and then stood back. “It’s my pleasure to introduce you to Sir Gabriel Durant, my rescuer. And this is Mister Grigorias, his quartermaster. Gentlemen, please meet my mother, Violet Hale-Harrington.”

  They made niceties and small talk for a while. Mother thanked the both of them, and Gabriel told her the story we’d concocted together of rescuing me in Casablanca after the vicious Captain Lucifer had sold me to some ale-hous
e as cheap labour. It was far-fetched to be sure, but not really any more so than what had actually happened.

  Mother’s gratitude was profuse indeed, and she sat beside me on the sofa, her hand on mine, a soft, light presence.

  “You must return for dinner and meet Ackley,” she said. “Indeed, I insist upon it. He’ll want to thank you himself and we must do something to demonstrate our gratitude.”

  “Of course, it would be our utmost pleasure,” Gabriel said.

  Gabriel and Dante excused themselves and promised to return later in the day. Mother hugged me again and then looked me up and down. “Oh dear, we will have to get the tailors in. I expect you’ve outgrown the clothes you left here. Oliver brought back a chest of your things from Kingston of course, but new things would be just the thing to cheer you, wouldn’t they?”

  “Oliver, yes,” I said, my heart racing suddenly. “Is he here? Or…”

  “He has an apartment in town,” Mother said. “Your father cancelled his contract since you were obviously no longer in his charge. Oh, don’t pull that face, we paid him a generous severance.”

  “I should very much like to see him,” I said. “If you’ll give me his address, I could-”

  Mother held up a hand and shook her head. “No question. I’ve just got you back and I’m not having you wandering off by yourself to be kidnapped again. I’ll have Stevens send word, he can visit for dinner as well, if you like. But you are staying within these walls for the moment.”

  I hoped that wasn’t what she considered a permanent plan, but I was comforted to know I’d at least be seeing Oliver again soon.

  “Thank you, Mother. I’ll retire to my room for the moment, and get changed.”

  I kissed her cheek again and headed upstairs to my old bedroom, my heart thumping and my mind racing as I tried to work out what in the world I should say to Oliver.

  Chapter 30

  In which Oliver and Cedric speak of important matters