,,You actually came,'' the sorcerer said amused, as Seymore slowly closed the door behind him. He felt the same flutters as he had done in the past when he looked at the small man on his throne, silently promising things he didn't even know he desired.
It was a bad idea, he knew that. Even getting here had been a hard choice. Not only because he feared the looming anger of the sorcerer, but mostly because he had longed so much for the touch from the long, cold hands, that in that instant moment Nite had run his fingers across Seymore's face, he wanted him to keep touching him, even in his scattered state of fear.
He had tried so hard to stay away from Nite, ever since Willa had mentioned that he would soon be ready to join her on her travels. If he had ever doubted it before, she had no interest in keeping him at the castle for longer than necessary, but for some reason, she wouldn't just throw him out, either. When she had mentioned planning on betrothing him away, going on another trip to settle the arrangements, he knew he had a choice, but in the end, he chose wrong.
Seymore could have tried to talk things out with Nite while the Madam was away. If he was almost ready to leave, maybe they would have had a chance in running away. He could have poured his own broken heart out, begging for a chance to make things right, but in the end, he could never shake off the feeling that Nite would be better off with some sorceress, that could protect him from whatever it was that Willa hid him from.
Why did Seymore choose to come back to this? He knew that if he stepped into the study chamber, they would fall back into old habits. And seeing how Nite had changed in a few months, apparently finally getting into the damned book of black magic, he wasn't sure if he was even the same person, as the sweet, awkward man he had fallen for, back then.
He felt guilty for wanting this. He knew Nite was acting irrational, and even if he said this was what he wanted, he couldn't imagine this would make up for over a years' distance. But still… As soon as Nite had hinted about anything, he had been ready to drop on his knees, finding something soothing in the slight threat in his eyes when he looked at him.
These eyes of his weren't the same as the young man he had fallen for, but they held promises of making Seymore pay, in a way that made his heart pound and his cock twitch, whether he liked it or not.
,,You're very quiet,'' Nite said, as Seymore had been lost in thoughts, taking in the sight of the small man, sitting so majestically on his throne. He had barely noticed that the sorcerer wasn't wearing his old, grey sweater anymore, but sat gracefully in his lavender shirt, just staring judgingly at the troll.
,,I'm sorry,'' he said slowly, fidgeting with his big hands. The sorcerer gestured him to come closer, looking impatient as he stepped forward right in front of the throne.
,,What did I tell you, troll? I'm sure I didn't tell you to stand around like that,'' he said suggestively. ,,Get on your knees.''
Seymore reacted in an instant, so easily falling into place, despite his racing heart. It seemed to amuse Nite how willing the troll still was, despite his best attempts at creating distance. The sorcerer stood up, unbuckling his belt while the red eyes burned into the amber ones. His motions weren't feminine and flirtatious as they used to be, but he still held himself gracefully, dominant and controlled, as he let the pants fall down themselves, gesturing for the troll to come even closer.
,,Let me make this clear for you: I'm not playing your games. You're following my rules this time, got it?'' he said harshly, grabbing the back of Seymore's head, pushing his face against the still covered cock. The troll nodded and whimpered, feeling intoxicated just by the feel and smell that lingered in the air. ,,Good. Then let me make this exceptionally clear for you: I want to come. And you're going to be a good boy and make me come, or I'll be sure to find punishments much more suitable for you than simple spankings,'' he smiled cruelly.
,,Yes,'' he whimpered, beginning to tug down in the small man's undergarments, but the sorcerer slapped his hands away unexpectantly.
,,Yes what?'' he asked harshly.
,,Yes sir,'' he corrected himself, feeling pleasant tingles. He hated how much he wanted this, longed for this, just as much as he had wanted Nite back then, but in a completely different way. Seymore wasn't the teacher, anymore, and willingly gave Nite every ounce of control he had ever had.
,,Good boy. You better make sure not to forget that again,'' he smiled satisfied, beginning to unbutton his shirt, as Seymore carefully proceeded to pull down the fabric.
Nite hadn't changed much physically, he concluded. While it didn't seem that he would get any taller, he hadn't grown much anywhere else, either. But he was still hard and leaking, and it felt almost overwhelming how familiar it all was when he leaned forward to taste him. He could feel the small man twitch delightfully, as he wrapped his mouth around him, the amber eyes looking mesmerized up at him as he sucked him off.
He didn't jerk or jitter as much as he used to. Seymore wasn't shy about hitting all the spots he knew Nite adored, but the young man was much more in control than he had ever been before. Even if he had been dominant in the past, he usually couldn't keep up that demeanor as soon as the troll began to touch him, usually melting right in his hands.
But now, he was different. He undoubtedly enjoyed it, and he looked very pleased down at the troll, but he didn't seem as sensitive or fidgety as he had been in the past. Seymore couldn't know how much Nite had explored himself in the past year, or if he had somewhat gained some experience out on his travels, but in that moment, it didn't matter. His newfound control made the troll so much more secure in his actions, as he kept slurping away on the leaking member.
,,Not bad, not bad,'' he mused, grabbing around the troll's head to push harder into his mouth. Seymore gurgled by surprise, but didn't pull away. ,,A shame I'm not bigger than this, so I could make you choke,'' he smirked, pulling out to slap his wet cock against the troll's face.
Seymore didn't answer, he just proceeded to continue, as soon as Nite released the grip on his cock. His own cock twisted unbearably, but he was smarter than to touch himself when his Master had yet to come. While he didn't downright fear that the sorcerer would harm him in the situation anymore, he didn't put that much trust in whatever spirit that was responsible for the half-moon on Nite's forehead.
Every once in a while, Nite would pull out, slap him with either his cock or his hand, telling him to do better or praise him ever so slightly. He knew that the young man knew him all too well, and he found himself sinking deeper and deeper into trusting him blindly, as he otherwise only really had experienced with Ruvaen.
But this was different. For Ruvaen, submission was a kind of love, but he couldn't imagine that Nite still loved him. If anything, submission for Nite was a way to control and handle his pent-up frustrations, and Seymore found that he didn't mind that, that much. If anything, he felt like he deserved to dwell into his feelings' descent yet again, lusting and longing for a man he couldn't get.
,,Get up,'' the sorcerer said, pulling away as the troll slowly stood again, hiding away his bulge, to no avail. ,,Strip down,'' he said, smirking at the flustered troll. ,,You don't have to be shy, I've seen it all before,'' he mused, getting out of his own shirt as well before he sat down fully naked at the throne again.
He was already fully erect when he pulled his pants down, his cock leaking so much it stained his pants, but if anything, this seemed to satisfy Nite. The small man gestured for him to come closer to the throne that he so casually sat on, amused by the tension in the air. Seymore walked as close as he could, but Nite kept gesturing him forward.
,,What's the matter? You're not going to stop over there, are you? I can't reach from there,'' he smiled. As gracefully as he could, he climbed the throne, resting his knees painfully on either armrest, as he tried to move as close to the small man as possible. He tried to support his weight on the backrest of the throne, feeling exposed and unsteady in this position, but he didn't complain, as the small man uninterested traced his fingers down the big, throbbing cock. ,,It's been a while since you touched yourself, hasn't it?'' he smirked, letting his fingers tease the tip of the glistering member.
,,Yes, sir,'' he whimpered, trying his hardest not to push forward to shush the small man.
,,It's going to be a while more before I'll let you come, got it?'' he smiled, before sticking his tongue out, lightly licking the salty precum. Nite still showed no signs of getting flustered or slipping up in his dominant demeanor, and every move and every word sent pleasant shivers down the troll's spine.
He had loved that Nite broke down and couldn't keep up his act in the past, but it all felt so much more intense now. Nite knew exactly the buttons to push, and it seemed like he made good on the research he had done in the past.
His tongue wasn't as shy or curious as it had been, but much more persistent. He didn't moan as much into the blowjob, but Seymore didn't doubt that he enjoyed himself, because he could see one of his hands trace down his stomach, before it went south to his own, impatient cock. The other hand held underneath the troll, playing with his heavy balls and pulling the foreskin back if it tried to cover up the head again.
He closed his eyes, clung to the throne the best he could, and enjoyed feeling so out of control as he did. Even if Nite had said he didn't want the troll to come, he did his best to not make this an easy task for him. Seymore tried to be as still as possible, but his breath was shallow, and he feared drooling down at the small man underneath him.
Then he felt the long, cold fingers creep from his balls, to further back. He kept still, but opened his eyes by surprise when he felt both of Nite's hands squeeze his ass tightly.
,,I, ahm… Sir, I'm not… clean, for that…'' Seymore said quietly, trying to look away. Nite still had had the troll's cock in his mouth to this point, but now slowly pulled away, licking his lips and smirking at the older man.
,,I didn't expect you to be,'' he mused, licking the tip as he kept groping his ass. ,,I can fix that. Or, you can fix it yourself, if you prefer.'' This was the first time that Nite seemed to slow down and pulling away from his dominant position, giving him a choice, he hadn't expected to get. If anything, he had guessed Nite would use his magic trick without further notice, as he had done back in the tent on his 16th birthday.
,,… If it… pleases you, sir, I would like you to fix it…'' he said slowly, closing his eyes when he caught a glimpse of the sheer delight in the sorcerer's eyes. He both looked threatening and proud, and while Seymore didn't really know if he liked to be looked at like that, his body sure did.
,,It pleases me very much,'' he chuckled. Seymore felt the chill run down his spine, part due to the sorcerer's tone, and part due to the magic that ran through him. ,,Turn around, troll. I want to have a look at this,'' he smirked, spreading the green cheeks again.
It wasn't as easy to keep his balance like this. He was half lying on the throne, his legs still resting on the broad armrests, and his hands helplessly gripping the throne itself, while Nite playfully spread him out and touched him in every way he wanted to.
He spat at him, chuckling delightedly when his ass would clench expectantly, or stretched him with his thumbs, as if he wanted to look inside. Seymore wasn't exactly sure what the small man's plan was, but he knew he enjoyed the show, as the sorcerer's cock throbbed right underneath the troll's head. He carefully put his head down, gently licking the stiff member, as Nite continued to explore his behind, but shook in surprise when he felt the hard hand on his ass.
,,Did I give your permission to do that?'' he said harshly, spanking him yet again, making the troll's legs shake.
,,No sir. My apologies. Can I please suck you off?'' he asked, his voice quivering and shallow, trying to keep himself steady when yet another firm hand met his ass. He felt ashamed about how much he enjoyed it, fearing his precum would dirty the man underneath him.
,,Go ahead. Then I'll get a taste of this,'' he mused, leaning up to put his tongue against the troll's clenching asshole. It felt much more direct and overwhelming than the last time he had done this, and he tried to drown his moans against the cock in his mouth. Nite's tongue burrowed itself in the troll's ass, his hands slapped or pinched his cheeks, and his teeth scraped the sensitive skin at every opportunity he had. Seymore felt the saliva run down his entrance, down his balls, further down his length, and mixing with the precum, dripping dangerously down at the small man. ,,What am I?'' he asked, pulling slightly away to spit on the slick hole.
,,M-my Master…'' he whined, shyly pushing himself against Nite's open mouth. He could feel his teeth against one of his ass cheeks, whining when he bit down, harder and harder.
,,That's right. And what are you?'' he smirked, rather brutally fingering the troll, easily finding the prostate and not giving Seymore a chance to collect his breath.
,,I-I'm a filthy troll…'' he moaned, receiving one slap after another, his body shaking violently.
,,What are you?'' he demanded to know again.
,,I'm your filthy troll, sir,'' he corrected himself, groaning when Nite put in another finger. His mind was clouded, not even knowing how many fingers were stretching his sorry ass.
,,Good. Now we're getting to the good part. I have something else for your slick hole,'' he said amused, pulling out his fingers and grabbing around his own cock, waving it impatiently. ,,Sit down,'' he demanded.
Seymore froze for a moment, not because he didn't want to feel the human's cock inside himself, but because his legs already felt weak underneath him. Regardless, he got down from the throne, stretched his back shortly, before he, as easily as he could, tried to sit on top of the sorcerer.
,,I, uhm… I'm not exactly used to… be on top like this, sir…'' he said shakenly. His long limbs felt awkward in this position. He felt the sorcerer's hands on his hips, guiding him rather gently around, to positioning him better on top of the small man.
,,That's quite alright, pet. This is just something we will have to train you for, then,'' he mused, thrusting against the tight entrance. ,,Relax. Sit down, you're not going to crush me,'' he said reassuringly, still with both of his hands firmly on the troll's hips.
With shaky movements, he sat down, relaxing as much as he could and groaning slightly at the feeling. He had underestimated why Nite wanted him in this position, and just assumed it had been a sudden thought he had had. But between his awkward positions on the throne, wearing out his stamina and teasing the troll unbearably, he felt his sore muscles add some pleasant sensation, he wouldn't have gotten, had he laid down instead. Nite knew his strengths and weaknesses, and when he couldn't have a big cock, he would just make sure to add something else to the scenario, to make it both pleasant and painful.
Seymore had been truthful, it was rare he had been riding his former partners, especially his small partners, as Nite were. He feared that his legs would give in, and he would end up hurting the man underneath him, but the hands on his hips seemed to steady him enough, so he could just concentrate on serving his Master, in any way he desired.
,,Move your hips. Yes, like that. All the way down,'' he said, lightly spanking him as he did so. ,,You're getting tired already? I don't remember you to be satisfied this easily,'' he smirked, thrusting his thin body forcefully against the troll.
It felt more intense than last time Nite had tried to top him, and he didn't know if it was due to the position, or that simple fact that the small man kept going, with no signs of tiring out or slowing down. He was just big enough to hit the prostate and being as hard as he was, Seymore found it hard to focus on riding him himself, without the sorcerer's guidance.
He could feel the long, slender hands caressed and grab his ass, and he remembered how excited this had made Nite in the past. He wondered if he, even without saying it, was just as excited this time?
,,Get up, lazy ass,'' he said harshly, spanking the troll as he began to stand. Seymore's legs shook underneath him, but he still quietly obeyed the small man, as he turned around to meet the sorcerer's hard gaze. ,,Lay down instead,'' he said, moving himself from the throne. Seymore froze again, looking at the throne, he had held in so high regards as the token of the difference between Nite and himself. Laying down there felt wrong. But he wouldn't look down on Nite, if he laid in the throne, with the sorcerer leaning over him, he guessed…
He laid down, barely fitting his long body in the otherwise marvelous throne. He rested his legs on the armrest, spreading himself out as he looked flustered and uncertain up at the sorcerer's stern gaze. It didn't feel familiar, but he wouldn't exactly say he disliked this kind of attention, either. But Nite felt different, and he still didn't know if it was due to time changing him, or the mark on his forehead.
Nite grabbed the troll's legs as he began pushing inside, much more forceful than he could ever be when Seymore had been on top. It seemed to delight him, that the troll just laid back and took his dick, whimpering and leaking onto himself. His big, fat cock stood stiff and impatiently, hoping for some kind of attention it never got.
,,Can I… touch myself, sir?'' he whimpered, hoping to get release somewhat soon, but Nite just slapped the big troll hands away, grabbing hard around the fat cock himself instead.
,,No,'' he smirked, leaning his light body against the troll's. ,,You're not going to come before I. This is my pleasure. And you'll get your treat if I deem you've deserved it,'' he smiled cruelly, slamming himself against the troll's spread ass again. ,,You like that, don't you? You clench so much,'' he panted, licking his lips as he observed the whimpering troll. ,,I wonder if you could come just by this? If that's the case, I'll allow that,'' he smirked.
,,I… a-ah! I haven't d-done that before…'' he whined, the sorcerer's grip still tight around his cock. If Nite kept going like this, he might've actually been able to come, he thought, as he kept whimpering, slightly grinding against the small man's firm grip, but getting no friction at all.
,,Well then, you have to wait for it,'' he said, keeping up the speed and roughness. When Nite was so close to him, leaning in over him and forcing his cock so roughly into him, making the troll just as much of a moaning mess that he had previously made the sorcerer himself, he really wanted to lean up and kiss him again, but he didn't dare. Just by the look in the red eyes, he knew that wouldn't be wise.
He would have never guessed that Nite would make him this much of his personal bottom bitch when he had asked him to strip. Despite his change in demeanor, he hadn't thought Nite wanted to be on top before he began touching his ass. He wasn't dissatisfied, but the whole situation overwhelmed him.
,,Hey, look at me,'' he demanded when the troll tried to hide away behind his big hands. ,,I can't come if my filthy troll won't even look at me,'' he said amused, rather gently tracing the troll's lips with his thumb. ,,You want me to come, right?'' he smirked, licking his lips hungrily.
Seymore nodded, feeling small underneath Nite's gaze. He gently let his tongue out, licking lightly on the thumb, before Nite forced it into the troll's warm mouth, sucking and licking to drown out his moans just a tad.
,,Is this simple enough for you?'' he suddenly said, repeating words that brought Seymore back to a harsh reality. ,,Is this what you wanted? Somebody to punish you, somebody to torment you?'' he asked, his eyes piercing into the amber ones.
He didn't answer, he just whimpered against the finger in his mouth, feeling the human let go of his cock to place his other thumb in his mouth as well. Nite's grip around his cheeks was tight, and he almost thought he tried to kiss him when he gently lifted the troll's head. Instead, he felt the thumbs pry his mouth open as the sorcerer spat into it, smirking by the surprised whimpers from the troll.
,,You're disgusting, you know that?'' he smiled cruelly, chuckling when the troll nodded. ,,I'm gonna make you question everything you thought you knew about yourself,'' he whispered, pulling his thumbs out of the troll's mouth before he slowly placed his hands around the troll's throat. He merely rested his hands there, seemingly wondering if this would be too far, but Seymore just slowly placed his hands around his Master's, nodding slightly for him to continue.
Nite had kept this new, kind of sadistic demeanor up pretty well, but in this instant, he saw the slightest doubt in his eyes. The slightest softness, he was relieved still was there.
The slightest hint of love…
The sorcerer didn't choke him hard, but just enough to make his breath a little shallower, and his whimpers a little harder to get across his lips. He felt the pressure build inside, surprised he was actually getting this close to coming, without anything even touching his cock. His fingers curled between Nite's, and the small man graciously allowed him to do so, keeping the troll down in his place while he kept on thrusting, panting himself.
,,M-Master…'' Seymore groaned, feeling the hands loosen against his throat. ,,I am… r-really close… Can I come, sir?'' he asked, his fingers still curled around Nite's.
,,Yes, come for me. Let me see you dirty yourself,'' he smiled, untangling his fingers to spank the troll's ass again. Every hit sent him a little further, every demeaning word edged him on, until he looked up, watching as Nite leaned down to his neck, gently kissing him before he bit down far harder than he usually had done.
,,Yes, mark me!'' he growled, moaning loudly as the orgasm ran through him. Nite didn't release his grip in him, digging his fingers into the troll's sore ass, as he kept coming all over himself.
,,What a good troll you are,'' he purred, grabbing around the troll's still twitching cock, making sure every drop came out. He licked his fingers, humming delighted by the taste of the troll it seemed, making Seymore blush as his body kept tingling. ,,My turn,'' he smirked, biting down on the troll's shoulder, as he thrusted into him a last, few times, coming with what mostly resembled a muffled roar, claiming the troll as his prize.
He stayed bent over for just a second after he had come before pulling out of the troll, making the cum drip from his still spread-out hole. Nite looked satisfied at his work, gently putting his fingers inside the troll again, swirling them around for a moment, before he presented his cum covered fingers for the man underneath him.
,,Lick,'' he demanded, and Seymore stretched his back to sloppily clean the fingers. ,,Good boy. Keep your mouth open,'' he smirked, diving down to the troll's stomach, licking the cum off him while he kept staring down the older, whimpering man. When he had cleaned most of the troll of, his mouth full of cum, he leaned up to Seymore's face again.
Again, he thought he would get a kiss. He hoped he would get a kiss, but the small man's lips never touched his, as he with a wicked smile began to spill the cum all over the troll's face, some landing in his open mouth, but most just around his face.
,,There, there,'' he smiled playfully, ,,all nice and pretty for me, aren't you, slut?'' he smirked, standing up again. ,,Well that certainly hit the spot,'' he sighed, in a much less demeaning tone, but Seymore was still wary, as he untangled himself from the throne. ,,You might want to… clean up, or something,'' he said, almost chuckling as he looked at the cum-covered troll.
He couldn't help but smile, but this seemed to fluster the small man, just as much as it had done in the past. He wiped his face, gathered his clothes, and watched Nite curiously as he dressed himself.
,,What is it?'' Nite sighed, finally looking back at the flustered, older man.
,,… Nothing. I just wanted to know if you needed me for anything else, sir, or if I'm excused to leave?'' he said calmly, watching this stern, stoic man in front of him, blush ever so slightly when Seymore kept holding him to these standards, he otherwise had seemed to believe himself just moments ago.
,,No, no, you can go. I will… find you, when I want to… rekindle this again,'' he said, looking away, trying to save face.
,,Very well. I assume you haven't eaten anything, so with all due respect, I'll put a platter in the fridge for you,'' he said walking towards the door when Nite mumbled something resembling a confirmation. ,,Thank you for tonight, sir,'' he said, closing the door behind him.
Nite needed time. He needed time to find comfort, in whatever it was he tried to achieve. While Seymore really wanted to stay, talking things out as he should have done years ago, he could tell that wasn't what Nite needed right now. If he wanted to play games of control and dominance, fine by him. But he couldn't deny that he missed getting down from their high, cuddling together and talking about all those things they used to, even the hard ones where Seymore felt that he had to deny how much he actually had cared for the young man.
He wanted that again. And if he was lucky, and hardworking, and worthy… he might get a chance again. But right now, Nite needed an escape, rather than a friend. He needed someone to toss around and blow steam off at, and Seymore didn't fear he would harm him in any way, when the young man had hesitated to choke him, only doing so when the troll tried to make it clear that he, too, wanted it.
In any way possible, he wanted to let Nite know that he was still there, but he also needed to be careful. His feelings for Nite hadn't faded over the time they hadn't spent together, and just like with Ruvaen, his dreams and longings had settled with Nite, making the mahogany eyes taunt him at night. If anything, he missed those eyes, that he didn't think he would ever get to see again.
But Nite had changed, not only his eyes. As the days passed, he saw it more and more. The awkward, nerdy kid he had fallen for was no more, he was merely left with the stern, secluded man the dark spirit tried to turn him into. Every once in a while, he got to see a little of the Nite he had fallen for; the way he smiled and chuckled, deprived of the cruelty he knew the mark held inside of him, or the subtle gestures he did for the troll, maybe without even noticing himself. Like touching him a little longer than he needed to… Kissing his neck, before biting down…
He loved Nite. And if loving Nite meant devoting himself, nothing felt more natural.
The sorcerer had been right, things were pretty easy like this. Nite would usually not bother with him during the day but would call him into his study chamber sometimes at night. As in the past, they wouldn't speak much about why or how their relation had gotten to this point, and while it wasn't as comfortable or casual as it had been before, it still felt safe and enjoyable.
As time went on, Nite evolved. While Seymore had introduced the young man to many things, sexual or otherwise, Nite bloomed into his own person, with desires Seymore had never discussed with him. It seemed he liked degradation in particular, although Seymore himself already had been very clear on his own kinks in regards to that in the past.
But for every time he stepped into the study chamber, he would find more, weird toys and tools lying around, that had nothing to do with magic at all. Ropes and gags, dildos and whips. So many whips. Nite got off on pain, in a much greater sense than the troll had experienced in the past, and got surprised every time the small man found new, pleasant ways to inflict pain on his prized troll.
Despite the degrading, Seymore could feel that he cared for him. Had Nite been ruthless, he wouldn't add pain in waves, as he did, but hit him full force from the start. Even if the troll felt ashamed about it, it was clear, even for Nite, that he liked this kind of treatment, and he kept coming back for more.
Nite had an almost unnatural way to know when to stop, and when to push further. Seymore sometimes got worried, having no clear stop-word, and no real discussion about boundaries, but as they kept their relation going, it seemed like he didn't need one, after all. The troll wasn't always familiar with the things that Nite did to him, but he never felt in danger, and Nite always seemed extra observant when he introduced new things.
,,Troll.'' Nite never used his name, anymore. As if using his name would humanize him in a way, he wasn't ready for or that he tried to avoid. He kneeled, looking eagerly up at his Master, as the small man approached him in the hallway.
,,What can I do for you, sir?'' he purred, feeling the cold fingers caress him as the sorcerer walked by.
,,While I'm glad you're so well-behaved, you can stand up. I'm not here to ruin that pretty face of yours,'' he said, walking over to the window in the hallway. ,,I need to know what you wrote to my mother.'' He hadn't asked about the letter Seymore had sent the night he returned, and the troll had almost forgotten about it.
,,I wrote that you came home, safely,'' he said quietly, standing up again. ,,… I didn't mention your mark, sir. I would assume that's why you ask?'' he said slowly.
,,It is,'' he admitted, still not looking at the troll. ,,She didn't mention it in her last letter, but I wasn't sure if she just wouldn't speak of it, while in the circle,'' he shrugged, still looking outside the window.
,,… What's on your mind, sir?'' he asked gently but didn't stand beside him. He kept the distance, that Nite seemed comfortable with.
,,… All she wrote about was this betrothal thing and how I ruined it for myself. Don't get me wrong, I did ruin it, but… I don't know, I don't know why I thought she would care,'' he shrugged again. ,,I maybe thought it would change, now I could go out into the world, but it… It really doesn't,'' he said, finally turning around.
In a brief moment, Nite's eyes weren't red. Just like he had seen in the past, where they would flash red for a moment, they did the opposite now. And just for a brief moment, Seymore saw a glimpse of the man he so dearly longed for.
,,Why did you come back to the castle?'' Seymore asked quietly.
,,… I barely know, anymore. I didn't have any money with me, I guess. I didn't know where to go,'' he admitted, looking down to the side.
,,… You could still leave. You would have time now,'' he hesitated, but Nite just shook his head.
,,It's even worse now. I can't hide this! It wasn't supposed to be on my forehead!'' he groaned, referring to the purple half-moon.
,,… Do you regret getting it, sir?'' he asked carefully, expecting Nite to get angry by the question, but he didn't, as had he forgotten the rules he had set up for himself when interacting with the troll.
,,… No. I will do great things with it, rest assured of that,'' he said, looking into the amber eyes anew. His gaze was wondering and Seymore wanted to reach out to caress him, but as always, he was afraid. Afraid he read Nite wrong, afraid to scare him off. ,,Tell me, troll, why did you come back to the castle, back then?'' he said, surprisingly softly.
,,… I… wanted to set things right with you,'' he tried, feeling his heart pound. ,,And then… I didn't… I feel bad about what I did, back then, Nite. I really was selfish and scared. But I also feared… that whatever was in that book… would consume you…'' he said shakenly.
,,Your fears were fruitless,'' he said, the coldness back in his voice as he looked down again. ,,Who permitted you to use my name?'' he then said, his gaze dark and fiery, making the troll shudder.
,,I'm sorry sir,'' he corrected himself.
,,You kept making things hard. I'm making things easy for you now, don't ruin it,'' he said harshly, walking a little closer to the troll. ,,Why should I believe anything you say, troll?'' he asked, yanking down in the older man's jaw, clenching it between his fingers.
,,… You shouldn't…'' he concluded, his gaze sad as it met the red eyes. He sometimes wondered how deep his Nite was buried, underneath all this hurt. ,,I can never make up for my betrayal of trust, sir.'' Nite didn't seem satisfied with the answer, letting go of Seymore's face again.
,,… I didn't always respect your boundaries with magic…'' he said softly. Softly, like he used to. Seymore almost gasped when he heard it, but it didn't seem like Nite noticed it himself.
,,In the end, sir… I figured out, that all my fears didn't really matter… I am… and probably always will be, afraid of magic, but… I think… I think I could have lived with that, given time, if I had trusted you a little more… and if you've been very upfront with me… That's why this is simple. It's because you say exactly what you want, what you need, and what you do… It's not the lack of intimacy that makes it easy…'' he said slowly, watching as Nite processed his words. ,,I think you already did that, though. Said what you wanted and needed, I mean… I just don't think I always listened to anything else than my inner monologue,'' he smiled, gently reaching out to cup his cheek.
But Nite didn't let him. He grabbed the hand in the air, hard, as he stared down the taller man, with spite he hadn't expected.
,,It's too late for that,'' he sneered. ,,You would make me feel so good, and then you would turn around in an instant and pretend we weren't anything special. Wasn't this what you wanted to protect me from? Wasn't this what happened to you?'' he asked, almost panicked. Seymore hesitated for a moment before he felt the sorcerer's grip in his hand loosen and he let go of him.
,,No,'' he said sadly. ,,What I did to you, were worse. I fear… I sometimes fear, sir, that if I had just… let go, and been the person you wanted… If you would still have that mark on your forehead, then,'' he said, his gaze slowly wandering to the half-moon. ,,I wonder if it would make a difference, even? I mean… You're very different now, than that morning when I came back… But I… I don't feel any different than I did that morning,'' he tried.
,,Oh really? You felt desperate. Desperate, because you knew I wouldn't know of you anymore!'' he said harshly. ,,You thought you could fix it again, but you don't give much, you just want to take. You wanted all the comfort of being in my bed, but none of the troubles it could give both of us if you stood beside me!'' he said, his voice rising by the minute. ,,And don't tell me you feel all soft and cuddly now, because when I was treating you well, you weren't. Now that I treat you like the dirt you are? Why would that make you feel attracted to me?'' he asked, a tad confused, it seemed.
Seymore didn't get a chance to answer before Nite turned to walk away. He wanted to grab him, but he knew Nite would push him away if he did so, so instead, he fell to his knees, watching as the sorcerer curiously looked back at him.
,,Don't go, please,'' he begged, looking flustered up at the small man. ,,I, ahm… You're right, about many things…'' he tried. ,,I don't… I don't want you to leave, right now, Master… I… I've been very bad… But please, don't leave,'' he said shakenly. While Nite usually didn't spare him for any harsh words, there was something in his tone that made him believe that if the sorcerer left now, he wouldn't even want to continue whatever this was, and he couldn't think of any other reason to make Nite stay than this.
,,You're pathetic,'' he said, smiling cruelly as he walked back to the kneeling troll. ,,And you're still desperate, for any kind of attention, aren't you?'' Seymore nodded, his eyes burning into the stern gaze of the sorcerer. ,,Then tell me, now you're this talkative: Haven't I thrown you out that morning, what would you have told me?'' he asked carefully.
Seymore froze up, opening his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't pass his lips. He didn't want to say it now, not like this. While the moment for saying it in some heartfelt, grandiose way was long gone, he didn't want to admit to years of feelings on his knees like this.
,,Well?'' he said impatiently, but Seymore just kept staring helplessly up at him. ,,I didn't think so either,'' he sighed, letting his foot trace the troll's knees. ,,You once told me you at least liked me,'' he said, his voice hollow. ,,That I was your friend… But I sometimes wonder just how good of an actor you really were…'' he said, letting his hands down his pockets. ,,What are you waiting for? You're not down there for no reason, are you?''
,,No, sir,'' he said, his eyes flickering as he promptly began to open the small man's pants. He wanted to say something, anything, but when he looked up at Nite, his eyes were far from the soft ones he knew he could reason with.
,,Open up,'' he ordered the troll, as soon as his pants were open and his stiff cock was free. Seymore expected him to put it down his throat all at once, but instead, he slapped it across the troll's tongue and face. ,,You don't need me to do this. You just need someone to do it, don't you? Something to take the edge of whatever pain you hide inside,'' he mumbled, finally putting the troll's mouth to good use.
Even if Seymore had been able to answer, he probably wouldn't. He couldn't put into words what he felt for the sorcerer, but he felt the need for him. He didn't want Nite to be mad, and he didn't want to cause him more pain, but he couldn't make up for the pain he had already caused him, either.
,,You're mine now, you know that, right?'' he grunted, pulling out so the troll was able to answer. ,,I own you, right? Are you finally ready to be loyal to me, and not my mother?'' he asked, lightly slapping the troll's cheeks when he didn't answer.
,,Yes,'' he gurgled.
,,Yes what?'' he said, slapping him a little harder.
,,Yes Master,'' he whined but didn't turn away from the slaps. A delightful tingle went down his spine, just by the thought of being owned by Nite. By this man. Despite what the sorcerer might've thought, no one could fill this hole he had as Nite could.
,,Good,'' he smiled. Not a cruel smile. Not even playful. He just smiled, as if it reassured himself to hear the troll speak those words. ,,You're being really troublesome today, but I still feel like spoiling you. So, tell me, troll: What do you want as your treat?'' he asked, leaning down to meet his humbled gaze.
He was taken aback by this. What did he want? A kiss, but he knew he wouldn't get that. Some kind of wearable token might have been nice, like a collar, but it reminded him too much of the broken earrings. What he wanted was just a tad intimacy, but how could he get that, when Nite was as closed off as he was?
,,… A bath,'' he finally said, looking hopeful up at the small, now confused, man.
,,A bath? You want to take a shower now?'' he asked doubtingly.
,,No,'' Seymore said, shaking his head. ,,I want you to bathe me…'' he said slowly. It looked like Nite contemplated his request, regretting the offer he had made, but then he finally nodded.
,,What a weird request,'' he mumbled, gesturing him to stand again, as Nite dressed himself properly. ,,Then come with me. But it'll be a short bath,'' he said, leading the way down the hallway.
As they walked to Nite's somber bedroom, he felt the excitement for being able to feel the sorcerer's hands against his skin, a little more gently than he did nowadays. He couldn't expect Nite to bathe with him, but if he would just touch him so gently, maybe Seymore could get him in touch with something else than his sexual drive.
,,Why did you want me to bathe you?'' Nite asked as he filled the tub. The troll began to strip, watching the small man carefully.
,,… I feel like I didn't explain it that well,'' he said, stepping into the bath. It took a moment, before he felt Nite's hands on his shoulders, almost jittery as he let the long fingers massage the troll.
,,Explain what? Be specific!'' he sighed irritated.
,,Back when I told you about submission,'' he said, feeling the sorcerer stiffen behind him. ,,I made it sound like it's all control, didn't I? I didn't talk about all the reasons I so easily submitted myself to… him. Or to you,'' he said quietly. ,,Submitting is not only about control or the lack thereof for me. I like to feel cared for. I did feel cared for, once,'' he said, not daring to turn to look at the small man behind him.
,,… That's not why I do this…'' he simply said, his hands gliding over the troll's rough skin.
,,It's not?'' he asked, genuinely confused. ,,I assumed you thought that this was simple and safe. Because you know I like these things, but would assume I wouldn't… get too emotional, when we're like this…'' he said softly.
,,… That's part of it,'' he admitted, drenching the troll in water. He stepped away from the tub, and Seymore daringly looked to watch Nite undress, just as mesmerized as he used to be.
,,Will you tell me the rest of your reasons? Sir?'' he asked quietly as Nite walked up to the tub, soaking himself in the water. He didn't cuddle up to the troll, as they once had been, but sat in the other end, watching the troll, almost worriedly.
,,… It's because it hurts to touch you,'' he said slowly.
,,I'm sorry?'' he said, not fully understanding what the young man meant.
,,No, you misunderstand me,'' he sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back. ,,The mark on my head… is a pact between me and a demon of desire. The demon likes revenge. That's why it doesn't hurt to touch you when I hit you or such.'' Seymore remembered how jittery Nite's hands just had felt, the sentence finally dawning on him.
,,… I see…'' he whispered. It suddenly seemed to explain a lot more about this cold way Nite treated him than just the simple fact, that he wanted the troll, but didn't know how to go about it. ,,Is that… normal?'' he asked carefully.
,,… It's my own fault, really,'' he sighed. ,,I made a deal with the demon. It can't hurt you. But demons don't care about such things as loyalty if it's not towards themselves. When things are too nice or too comfortable… it'll remind me of that,'' he said, looking back at the troll.
,,Why didn't you tell me?'' he croaked, almost hiding underneath the water. ,,I wouldn't have asked for… this, had I known…'' Nite shrugged, surprisingly reaching forward to touch the troll's face, with no ounce of threat, just a gentle caress. And even though he hid it well, Seymore could see in the red eyes how it hurt him.
,,Because it doesn't matter,'' he said. ,,It's hard to let go of things, isn't it? We wanted different things, but… I still want you… I'm not satisfied with you not being mine… Like this, I'm in control. That's what you wanted, right? For me to take the lead?'' he said curiously.
,,But I don't want you to… hurt… Isn't there a way to…'' he tried, but Nite cut him off.
,,It hurt before, too,'' he simply said. The water didn't feel as soothing as he had hoped it to do. Now, he regretted ever asking for anything. But Nite had taken him here, even though he knew it would hurt him. ,,Tell me something, will you?'' he asked, stretching his leg to poke the troll with his foot. ,,You once said you liked me. Did you lie?'' His voice seemed small, all of a sudden.
,,I didn't,'' he tried but felt the toes tear into his thigh.
,,Liar,'' he sneered. ,,You could never just tell me yourself. I always have to ask for this! If you really meant it, you wouldn't have plotted against me with my mother, when you knew how I felt about her!'' he argued, the water splashing around in the tub.
,,… You are absolutely right, sir, but can you listen to me, for just a moment?'' he asked quietly, instantly making the small man quiet again. ,,… I don't believe in blind, overwhelming, teenage love, Nite. I still don't. I don't believe running away together was smart, and I didn't believe that indulging you in your… interest, in me, would help you in the long run,'' he tried.
,,You ran away yourself!'' he protested.
,,Correct. Twice. I ran away, because I had nowhere to go. And then I ran away again, because I feared I would have nowhere to stay. Both running away and coming back was selfish,'' he said calmly, making the sorcerer look suspiciously at him. He took this as an opportunity to move a little closer to the sorcerer, without touching him. ,,You've always been right, that it was selfish of me to tell your mother about the book. But I was so scared. I was scared that my small, curious, studious friend had stumbled across something he shouldn't be playing with. And you did. I could have never taken the book away from you, only she could,'' he tried.
,,In the end, it didn't matter. She was careless with the book!'' he said, looking intensely at the troll. ,,I need this. I'm nothing without this! All my life was a farce! My mother's plans for me, are not for me! How would I be able to escape that, if not with something as reckless as this?'' he said, almost panicked.
Seymore scooted a little closer, trying not to startle the small man too much. He was as close as he could be without touching him directly, and although he wanted nothing more than to hug the human and tell him that everything would be alright, he couldn't.
,,Then hit me,'' the troll said, surprisingly softly for the context. Nite seemed almost scared about this and didn't move a muscle. ,,You need comfort, sir, and if I can't touch you, without you being in control or… or you hitting me, then…'' he tried, but Nite still didn't react.
,,You don't get it,'' he then said, shaking his head. He leaned forward, grabbing both of the troll's shoulders, squeezing them gently. His hands shook ever so slightly, but it didn't seem like an unbearable pain. ,,I can touch you, however I like, whenever I like,'' he said, the threat tingling in his voice. ,,I just don't want to touch you gently.''
But he knew that it was a lie. If Nite really wanted nothing to do with Seymore's heart, he would not sit here, waiting so patiently for the words Seymore could never say. He wondered if they would work like a spell? But how could it make all the pain Nite felt, fade away?
,,Stay back,'' the sorcerer said, standing in the tub himself, water dripping down the smooth, pale skin. ,,You didn't finish your job earlier, and I think your treat has been going on for long enough,'' he smirked, tightly gripping the troll's face closer to his soft cock.
He gently let his tongue run down the sorcerer's member, looking beggingly up at him. He wanted to kiss and soothe the young man's soul, but if this was what Nite could handle right now, he didn't mind it, either. When he was like this, so stern and in control, he didn't remind him of the young man he had fallen for. But although his grip was tighter and his hands not nearly as playful, they still reminded him of all the caresses he had taken for granted in the past.
,,Do you only want my mouth, sir?'' he whined, continuing to suck him as soon as the words left his lips. He longed to feel the human's hands on his hips or against his rear, but he wasn't sure how willing Nite would be to grant him that.
,,You ask for quite a lot today,'' he smirked, pulling away to step out of the tub. ,,Clean yourself off, then I'll be with you in a moment,'' he said, leaving the bathroom to get something from his room.
Waiting for Nite was unbearable. He guessed the sorcerer let him wait for it a little longer than necessary, as he sat on the floor, waiting for his Master to grace him with his presence.
,,You're patient,'' he smirked when he opened the door again, looking down at the eager troll. ,,It excites you way too much, with these filthy things I do to you,'' he chuckled, looking down as Seymore without hesitations bending over, spreading himself impatiently. ,,Oh you're so eager, pet. I have another treat for you,'' he purred, letting his fingers lube up the troll, much more generously than he was used to.
In the past, his former lover had rarely prepared him like this. He liked being fingered, but Seymore was a masochist at heart, not caring too much if it hurt when he got penetrated. If anything, he liked the slight discomfort, especially because Nite wasn't too big that it would cause problems to do so. But being fingered by the small human was much more overwhelming than it had ever been before, and he didn't mind that he played around or took his sweet time with his ass.
,,I-I'm more than ready, sir…'' he panted, his cock pulsating against the bathroom floor. ,,Please, just fuck me…'' he growled, drooling onto himself. Nite stopped mid-motion, almost as if he processed the words he shouldn't understand, before he slowly retreated his fingers, chuckling slightly behind the big troll.
,,Oh I think you are,'' he cooed, shuffling behind Seymore, who still looked down at the floor. ,,But your treat isn't me, my pet. I have something different for you today,'' he smirked, placing something warm behind him.
,,W-what is that?'' he panted, feeling Nite press it further against him, until it, gently as it could, slipped inside, stretching him further than he had ever been. Seymore whimpered, feeling his knees shake as he let his chest rest on the floor, too overwhelmed by whatever he had inside him.
,,It's a dildo,'' he said bluntly, pushing it further inside. This must have been why he had lubed him up this well, otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to get inside at all. ,,It's modeled after a real troll,'' he chuckled, apparently feeling very pleased with himself. ,,You say you have never taken anything your own size, but this goes in so smoothly. What a good, little buttslut you are,'' he panted, pleasing himself at the sight of the troll.
,,H-how have y-you even gotten a troll dildo?!'' he whined, feeling stretched to the brim as Nite kept going deeper. The human sat behind him, fucking him with the giant toy rather gently, taking into consideration how lowly he had spoken to him before.
,,You're not very proper right now, troll. But I think this is enough punishment for you, spanking you now would almost be cruel,'' he teased, almost pulling it out, before he slowly pushed it back inside.
,,T-too fast… By the stars, this is so… overwhelming… I wanna come… Make me come, you cruel, little man…'' he growled drunkenly, feeling the sorcerer slow down, just the slightest, but he didn't stop.
,,Just look how dirty you make my floor,'' he purred, grabbing the troll's cock. ,,What a good little troll you are, taking this big thing so nicely,'' he smirked, jerking the troll as he kept fucking him with the toy. ,,You're gonna be a good boy for me, right? You're gonna make a mess of yourself, right? You're gonna come with this big thing inside? What a dirty, little slut you are,'' he panted, his grip around the troll's cock way too tight.
,,Yes, please let me come…'' he growled, whining as he felt the dildo hit just right one last time before he let the orgasm overflow him, coming hard onto the floor, moaning painfully as he did so. ,,I am such a filthy troll…'' he growled, letting himself fall into his pool of cum, his cock still pulsating and spilling his seed, when Nite gently removed the dildo, placing it somewhere else.
,,Good boy,'' he smirked, moving to sit in front of the troll's face. ,,What's the matter, troll? You're not too tired to help your Master, now, are you?'' he smiled, rather forcefully grabbing the troll's head to put his dick back into his warm mouth. Seymore felt tired and numb, but happy in some sense. When he looked at Nite, he didn't want to stop pleasing him. He would never want to stop pleasing him. ,,It shouldn't take long with your skilled mouth, now, should it?'' he purred, fucking the troll's mouth mercilessly.
It took him a minute before he began helping with flicking his tongue against the hard member, gurgling when Nite forced himself as far into the troll's mouth as he could. He felt flustered and tingly at the way Nite looked at him, almost possessively. He wanted to come on the troll, he could feel it just by looking at those big, deep-set eyes. They didn't feel threatening, anymore. If anything, despite the color, he could glimpse a ray of the same passion as the sorcerer had had all these years ago.
He didn't warn him as he came, filling the troll's mouth, making sure he looked up at him, keeping their gazes locked as he orgasmed. Seymore made sure to clean him, swallowing hungrily as Nite's breath steadied and his grip loosened.
,,Good boy,'' he panted, tickling the troll's chin with gentle fingers, as he pulled out of his mouth. ,,You can excuse yourself, troll. I'll clean up your mess on my floor,'' he smirked, standing up as he began to gather the troll's stuff. Seymore wiped himself off quickly, dressed himself, and was about to take his leave when he daringly looked back at the small man, who seemingly tried not to pay too much attention to him.
,,… Excuse me, sir, but I have a question,'' he said gently. Nite didn't turn around, as he kept fiddling with the bathtub.
,,What is it?'' he asked impatiently.
,,… Why did you stop using my name?'' he asked gently. ,,Does that hurt, too?'' Nite finally turned around, looking the troll up and down, before he shook his head.
,,No. I just don't want to,'' he said simply. ,,It's funny, really. I don't force you to come back. You're here quite willingly. You were back then, too. Still, you always seemed to look for an excuse to leave, but you can't. Do you feel guilty? Do you feel dependent on me? Ashamed, maybe? I don't know. You still won't tell me,'' he said, smacking his lips. ,,I don't use your name, because I don't need to. It seems I only need to keep you wondering why I do, the things that I do. Had I known that in the past, maybe things had been a little easier for me,'' he said spitefully.
,,… Yes, sir…'' he said, nodding as he began to leave.
,,You know you don't need to come back, right?'' he yelled after the troll, making him stop in the doorway. ,,I'm not throwing you out if you don't submit to me. You know that, right?'' he asked.
,,… Of course, sir,'' the troll said, smiling as he turned to look at the small human. ,,With all due respect. I am not your servant. I am here, because you are… my purpose.'' The red eyes flickered for a moment, but he didn't answer him.
How long would it take for Nite to grow impatient? Hopefully not longer than it would take Seymore to gather his courage, to speak with his heart. But when he would do so, he wanted to do it loud and clear, no whispers, no denying, no false promises…
Just love.