The smell was heavy in the air. Alfred shifted on the futon and nuzzled his head deeper into the pillow. It was the smell of tea, no doubt green, with jasmine and honey. It was the kind of tea his...He shot his head up and looked around the room, his eyes fearful and searching frantically for the man whom was his husband for the night. When his eyes caught sight of him he could no longer fight the tears. How could he have done that? How could he fall asleep and not great him. If the man would ever be displeased with him it would be now. The man was a bit larger then himself. He had long raven colored hair which he always tied back. He was wearing the ale version of the qipào, though right now Alfred couldn't recall the name. His was sky blue with silver dragons swirling around it. Alfred stood up and walked over to him. Once before him he fell to his knees and bowed on the floor as low as he could go. His tears flowing silently from him.
"I deserve no forgiveness for what I have done. I should have greeted you as a proper wife should greet a husband." he said keeping his voice low, trying to hide his tears and fear of him disapproving. He hated himself for falling asleep! he clenched his teeth as he heard the man set the tea cup down on the able.
He placed one of his beautiful slender fingers under his chin, lifting his head so he may look the child in the eyes. His warm amber eyes looking deeply into the delicate blue that expressed so much sorrow and pain for someone so young. He gave him a warm smile and tilted his head to the side. "A wise man allows his hard working wife to rest. If not, the wife will become lazy and crude." he said softly kissing him on the forehead. "Besides, you looked far too adorable to wake up, aru." he said chucking as he turned back to his tea.
Alfred smiled as he lay his head in the man's lap. He felt so warm and safe around him. His heart so content it was going to burst. He could feel the man take the ponytail out and begin to brush through his hair. Alfred loved this. Matthew would do it all the time to calm him down back at the orphanage. He closed his eyes to slits as he clung to the man before him.
"Was it that bad of a day or do you dread the man of tomorrow?" he asked softly, his smile coming from watching the child breath slowly.
"A bit of both." he said truthfully. He didn't want to deal with Ivan the Terrible but it was nothing compared to what he was forced to do on Saturday. With a sigh he sat up and kept his head down. He wasn't going to tell him his troubles. They were his alone to bare.
"I see." he said softly reaching to his side to pull out a box decorated in dragon wrapping paper. He watched as Alfred was both shocked and modestly looking away. He smiled as the child took it. "It's a poor mood to have on such a day." he said. Alfred took the box knowing it was not something to be argued with. He fought the tears as best he could as the man motioned for him to open it. Slowly but surely Alfred did just that. When he got to the white box he looked at it questionably. There were two boxes the same size. One had his name and the other was blank. He turned to his husband whom was suppressing a chuckle. "That is for your twin. I figured he should get a gift as well since it is his birthday too."
His eyes could no longer contain his tears. They ran down his face slowly, silently falling to the floor. "Xiè Xiè." Alfred said though his voice cracked. Crying was something Alfred did in front of anyone. The only reason he believed he did in front of this man was because he trusted him and that the man had been so kind to think of his twin. Realizing what he was doing, he turned his head way hiding his face with his sleeve. It wasn't a wife's place to be emotional. They were only allowed what their husbands wished. No man wanted an emotional wife and if he did, it was only for the pleasure of beating them for pleasure, much like his friend Toris. Alfred wasn't afraid of being beat. What he feared most was the man leaving and never returning. He cared for the man, though it was far from love. Alfred knew only the love from his twin. That single form of love is all he had to go on in this life.
The man smiled happily. His wife was absolute adorable. He highly doubted that he knew that all he was doing by hiding behind his sleeve was arousing him more. That women would do that in a n attempt to come off as shy and conservative toward their bodies. Acting as if no one, even themselves, have ever seen their bodies. His wife was the same. Though his line of work was far from conservative, he knew in reality it was extremely hard for the poor child to continue this life. The sad child before him had a truly awful life. Though the child was careful about keeping things hidden deep with in, the man knew the dark secret he hid. The man could tell the difference between those whom were willing.
He reached out and pulled the child to him, embracing him in his loving arms. The boy clutched his clothes, trembling as he did. The man nuzzled his nose in the child's soft hair. It was by no means an expensive shampoo, but it smelled like warm apple pie. It was pleasant. He pulled back and lifted the child's head. "Come now, you did not even open your gift and you're crying, aru." he licked the salty tears from the porcelain skin. He watched as the boy's face turn red with embarrassment.
"Please forgive me," he began as he turned his face away from the man in shame. "It was simply because you have shown not only me kindness, but my brother as well. To give someone you know nothing of a gift, it is truly a kind man's heart you bare." he spoke from his heart. Ever word of it was true. The man knew nothing of his brother except what he allowed him to know.
"I know you and that is enough for me." he said softly as he handed him the white box which bore his name. "Open this and please call me by my first name, aru."
Alfred nodded and smiled softly as he took the box. "Shi, Wang." he said as he undid the tape.
"Not my last name my Qīn'ài de, my first." the Chinese man said chuckling at how formal the boy treated him. His amber eyes fixated on the boy as the lid was lifted off the box. The boy froze in place. He couldn't believe what he was looking at. The boy was tracing the soft brown leather in the box.
His eyes looked up at the Chinese man before him. "Yao..." he was at a loss for words. The jacket was completely made of leather. The top was covered with soft fur. It was expensive, there was no doubt about it. Alfred held it up, touching the fur with the tip of his fingers. A smile formed on his face. "This is the most expensive thing you've bought for me." he said putting it down. He looked into his amber eyes. "Why would you do something like this for..." he lowered his head. "A whore like me?"
Yao's expression suddenly changed. He was pissed, far beyond what Alfred had ever seen before. "I never want to hear you say such again! You are far from a whore!" he yelled at him. Alfred was taken back by this. The man had never raised his voice to him before. He wasn't sure what to do. None of his other husbands have ever yelled at him, save when they were getting carried away with his body. One thing came to his mind as he sat there. He decided to bow to Yao apologizing over and over again.
Yao let out a heavy sigh. The child clearly was not ready for this kind of life. Picking up the boy's head once again so he may look in his eyes. Yao simply smiled and tilted his head to the side before kissing the child passionately. Yao dominated the kiss, whether by the child's will or of his own power, it didn't matter to him. He was pleased either way. He pushed deepening into the kiss as he ran his hands up the inner thighs of the blonde. He felt the boy shutter as he continued.
He moved down to nibble and bit at the jaw line of the pale skin. Alfred's breathing quickened as Yao moved lower to his neck. "Oh Alfred!" he nearly screamed. His cock was now completely hard and throbbing. He wanted this boy. He wanted to take him from this place and show him true love. Sadly he needed to pull him from the Brit Go niang yang de, he had to turn to his own language for the insult. He hated the man.
The boy pulled away from him. His eyes lowered and looking off to the side. His face blushing with embarrassment as he moved to between Yao's legs. Taking a deep breath he moved the qipào aside, allowing the man's cock to be fully exposed. He was average, which Alfred was grateful for. He started by licking the base and slowly working his way to the tip. The Chinese man threw his head back with a moan. Pre-cum already starting to drip from the slit. Alfred hated the taste. He hated everything about what he was doing. Yet he bore it all. He did what he needed in order to protect his brother. With that in mind he didn't hesitate to take Yao all the way into his mouth. Alfred could feel the elder man buck his hips causing him to choke and gagged. Yao then pulled out, fearing he had hurt him.
After the coughing fit, which didn't last long, Alfred returned to his task without a word. Yao took it slower, gently lacing his long slender fingers into the blonde locks. His breathing hitched as he struggled against harming the boy again. The child was indeed learning well. During their first few visits, the young boy would barely do more then bob his head. Now, the boy was using his tongue in so many pleasurable ways as well as using his teeth. It was something truly magnificent.
"Ó, shàngdì ā'ěr fú léi dé, tā mā de!" Yao called out through his moaning. He could barely contain himself as the boy sent wave after wave of pleasure shooting through him. It was too much! His eyes closed tightly as he came into his mouth. He ignored everything else that was going on as he rode out his orgasm. His body had found true bliss in this child!
Alfred was shocked that he wasn't warned but it was fine, after he coughed and spilled some of his husband's seed on himself. The rest he was able to swallow though it was hard to. He never liked the bitter taste nor did he like the feeling it left in his stomach. His eyes watched as his husband slowly came down from his orgasm. It wasn't something he liked to do. He himself found little joy in any sexual act, he wasn't even slightly aroused by the events that lead to his husband's orgasm.
Yao looked over at his wife with lust filled eyes. He lowered him to the futon and grabbed at the soft flesh. It upset him that he wasn't aroused yet, he couldn't blame the child. After what he had been through it was a miracle that the boy even performed as well as he did because of it. He didn't care if the child was soft or not. All that mattered was that he was Yao's now. Yao cared for him but not enough to call him a potential life partner or anything. He wanted release and this child was the one to give it to him. he reached his hand between the slits in the qipào, gripping the soft member firmly before beginning to bring it to life. He unbuttoned the top with his teeth. He was going to try his best to give his wife some pleasure.
Alfred laid there breathing heavily. Not form arousement, not from pleasure, but out of fear. He was afraid to be touched like that. He didn't want to feel anything from this, from his body being used. It was far less painful to him if he was being roughly pounded into without anyone striking his vital point. The qipào was removed from him. Remembering the bruises on his wrist from the rope used the night before Alfred covered them as best he could. It was disrespectful for Yao to see what he had been doing with the others.
When he felt the sudden movement his wife made he grew curious as to why he had done that. Looking up he saw the dark red rings around his wrists as well as some bruising. He took one of his wife's hands and examined the wound. He sighed heavily as he looked at them. "He took no mercy on you did he?" Yao asked.
Alfred simply shook his head. It was all he could do. He didn't want to speak. His throat was dry, even after his cum drink. He wanted this to end. He wanted to be with his brother.
"Such worthless men in this world." he said before licking the hurt area. He leaned over and pulled gauzes out of his coat pocket, something he carried during his visits due to his wife's other obligations on other nights. Gently he wrapped the child's wrists and smiled once done.
The young child looked over his work. His eyes were soft and loving as he looked back at hi with those cerulean eyes of his. "Xiè Xiè." he whispered as the an moved back to him. Yao continued what he had started. Alfred could care less right now, he was just going to allow this man to have his way. After all, he was the wife, a servant to his husband.
"Alfred..." the Chinese man whispered into his ear as his hands ran the length of the pale skin that the child now bore. As much as he wished to, as tempting as the bare skin was, Yao was forbidden to mark it permanently. If he did mark the boy, it would be a heavy price that he himself could not afford after some time. Yao understood why. The boy was worth far more if his skin was unmarked. He smiled as he startled the child. His long ebony hair flowing down to the child's chest. He wanted nothing more then to rip into the blonde's body yet he refused to be like those other fools who had the boy on their nights. He would be kind, trusting to him, after all a willing body is far better then that of one under force.
Alfred lay on his back under the Asian man. He cared for him, though he felt no love for him but he did for his brother. He felt the man above him dust kisses across his torso. At certain points he let out a soft moan, even if he felt nothing by it. Once again it had to do with his place, the fact he was a wife with the sole purpose to provide their husbands with the pleasure they paid for. If he didn't moan, his husband would take great offence and leave. He couldn't have that. The penalty for losing a husband was far worse then displeasure. It would result in him being brought down to a Grade Three, the lowest class. Grade Three's are treated poorly and are sold to please large groups of low paying men. Where a Grade One may have husbands who pay anywhere from five hundred to seven hundred dollars a week for a reserved night with their wives, those of Grade Three are known as whores and are sold fifty dollars per man with up to twenty men per Grade three. It was a poor position in the entire system of pleasure. Grade Three's never last very long due to the fact that they were stretched beyond pleasure.
"Tell me my dear wife, do you want me?" Yao asked as he nipped at his ear. He wanted to hear the boy ask for it. He wanted him to beg for him to fuck him for he would give no love to the boy. He never fell in love with his toys, they always lead to disappointment. After all, a wife will never truly love the husband.
Alfred moaned as the man ground his hips into his own. The comment in his ear only served to remind him why he was here in the first place. His husband wished for him to beg for it. To beg as if he was the one pressuring for release. He looked up into the warm amber eyes he had once trusted only to find them clouded with lust. He knew what to do, what to say. "P-Please my husband." he looked away. "I beg you to show me your love!" That was it. With that, the man slid a lubed finger in his body. In less then a minute, a second finger was added. It hurt, but not as much as what was to come later. He arched his back as the man scissored and searched for that one spot that would arouse the boy whether he willed it or not. When it was hit, Alfred arched his back and let out a true moan as his lower half started to grow.
"Shhh, be calm my dear." the elder man whispered as he ran the back of his hand across the cheek of his partner. Once the feeling had passed, the child lowered back down to the futon panting heavily. Yao examined the young blond under him. The boy's face was dusted with pink across his cheeks. His tone torso heaving with each breath. The lower half now begging to be touched. Yao licked his lips as he undid his qipào, tossed it to some unknown corner of the room, and with drew his fingers in order to lube his erection. He was average sized, longer rather then thick. Yao never cared much if the other had ever enjoyed the sex, but he did try his best to give them some pleasure. He placed himself at the boy's entrance before looking up at him. The child looked so damn beautiful like this. He slowly began to push into the tight cavern of the young blond.
As he did, Alfred moaned to hide the pain he was feeling. He ripped the blanket on the futon to where his knuckles were white. 'I can do this!' he encouraged himself as Yao began to slam into him. 'I have to do this for Mattie!' His eyes grew wide and he arched his back in order to let out a loud moan as Yao hit his prostate once more. His mind was beginning to grow cloudy with each hit to his vital spot. His shade of pink across his face was now turning a deep red. 'I want to stop, to run for this...' Yao began to nip and suck on one of his buds. Alfred turned his head trying to hide his shame. 'I have to stay, to bare this...Forgive me Mattie!' Pressure built in Alfred as he felt a hand grip his now erect cock. "Seems you want to be touched my dear." Yao whispered in his ear as he began to pump in time with his thrusts. He wrapped his legs around the elder man. His arms reached out and wrapped around the man's neck.
Yao took this chance to deepen the thrusts and smoother the boy in a passionate kiss. His mouth exploring the wet cavern it had grown to trust. The child broke the kiss in order to moan from his release. Alfred's entire body shook and his ass tightened around Yao's cock. It felt so wonderful! This child was truly well worth it! After a few more rough thrusts he came inside of him. A loud moan tore though the house as Yao rode out his orgasm as long as he possibly could. He was panting heavily as he slid from the boy to lay down on the futon.
Alfred looked at his cum that had spilt on his husband. Though he was exhausted from his long day, he crawled over to the man. Cum dripped from his ass as he stood on all fours above the man and licked his cum off his chest. Yao smiled and ran his hand through his hair. Alfred knew his place. He would do what ever it too to make each husband pleased with him, even if it meant licking his own cum from the tone chest of this Chinese man. After he had finished with Yao's chest he moved to his dirty cock, delicately licking it clean.
"Alfred, dear you've done well tonight." Yao said softly. "Come, lay with me." he patted the space on the futon as a invitation to his side. Alfred smiled as he crawled over and laid his weary body on the soft futon bed. He felt the long slender fingers run through his hair. It felt so good, so comforting. His eyes grew heavy, his exhaustion catching up to his body. Alfred moved closer to the man, laying his head on his chest. "Sleep now, rest and be well tomorrow." Yao whispered as he kissed the boy's head. The boy gave a tired smiled before closing his eyes, succumbing to his bodies will and need for rest. "Wӑn'ān." Yao whispered in his ear before he himself drifted off to sleep.