50kinks - fic
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okami_huTitle: Wutan Dog
Authors:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kira_k & okami_hu
Theme: #39 - Collars
Rating: R
Warning: humiliation, Rufus is kinda young but not underage
Couple/Characters: Rufus/Tseng
Word count: 4445
Notes: Story is part of the 7seas!Verse
Summary: The young Master Rufus decides to play a cruel game with the Wutan slave.
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Rufus kissed his step-mother's cheek and walked out of the dining hall. His father was away to do some business somewhere, and it was just the two of them -- and the slaves. Rufus was never really interested in their servants, as long as they did their jobs and didn't interfere with his life. However, there was a tall, black-haired foreigner with odd eyes... Rufus couldn't quite remember his name but it didn't matter. After all, he was the master and the other man, his slave.
Tseng was on his way upstairs, carrying fresh towels to the bathrooms. When he noticed the young heir, he managed to bow respectfully and still hold the soft sheets in his arms. "Good evening, Master Rufus." The Wutan had been away all the day, at the Shinras' doctor, Hojo; the raven-haired man developed a liking in Tseng and handled him as an apprentice. After all, when he came to the mansion, Tseng already had an astonishing knowledge in medicals.
Rufus smirked and stopped before the Wutan. "I didn't see you all day, Tseng," he said, his tone half-scolding and half-disappointed just like his father's at the times when he spoke to Rufus. Of course, the youth knew where the other man was but it didn't mean he had to like it.
"The honorable Professor Hojo decided to spend some time with me and help me in my studies," Tseng replied respectfully. "I'll be forever grateful to your generous father, young Master, that he allowed me that."
"Because he has no use of you otherwise," Rufus said lightly. A doctor was more worthy than a simple slave, and the older Shinra had a good eye for anything worthy. "Are you going to put those away today, or not?"
Tseng's lips thinned but he nodded again. "I'm sorry young Master. I'll see to my duties immediately." With another bow - it was in his blood, as his homeland's customs included a lot of bows - he turned and walked up on the stairs, to put the towels away.
Rufus followed him without a thought. He admired the graceful way Tseng moved, although he would never admit it and he enjoyed their conversations when his attention could stay on topic for long enough. "You missed as I shot a few bull's eyes," Rufus said proudly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, young Master. You're becoming better and better with every day. You are truly talented." In a way, Tseng meant what he said; he admired good fighters. Of course, his favorite weapon was the sword, those glittering blades... For example the one the young Sephiroth wielded, with great accuracy and efficiency.
"You'd stick around tomorrow then when I'm practicing," Rufus said, his chest warm from the compliment. In meant much for him, although not as much as his parent's words. He didn't think about the possible dangers of having a slave around the weapons; Tseng was with them for years now, and he had had a few opportunities to kill Rufus already. "If you're not busy with the cauldrons and the old Professor."
"If you wish so, I'll be at your side tomorrow, young Master. I doubt Professor Hojo would need me this soon again." Tseng opened one of the bathrooms’ door and walked in. He put the towels down and stole a glance from the mirror, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ears. Sephiroth was bound to come home one of these days and the young Wutan wanted to present a pleasing sight. Perhaps he'll wash his hair later.
"That's settled then," Rufus nodded pleasantly and waited in the corridor for Tseng. "Come now, I'd like to continue this talk somewhere more comfortable."
The lean slave tilted his head slightly with a mildly curious look. "As you please, young Master," he said politely. Most probably, the boy wanted to boast about his achievements.
Rufus led the way to his room at this. There was a desk, a bed, some shelves for the books from the deepest mahogany and a few packed away toys. It looked more like a room for an adult than a child and Tseng knew the room didn't change in the paste few years, aside from the new paint over the walls. Rufus walked to his big, four-posted bed and sat down. He was far from casual but he was more relaxed now that he was in his own place. "Sit down," he said and pointed at the mattress next to him.
Tseng nodded and settled down next to his lord, his hands neatly folded in his lap. He looked at the boy expectantly, waiting for the promised conversation to continue.
"You'd watch me shot the crossbow," Rufus said then another thought occurred to him. "I assume you know that my people tend to call yours as 'dogs', don't you?" He looked up at Tseng. After the victorious war the insults became more common, making them even into the everyday speech. The youth reached out and touched Tseng's neck curiously, his eyes darker from the amusement and shadowed by cruelty.
Tseng jerked away with a gasp first, then pressed his lips together and forced himself to still and his hands to rest on his thighs. "I know that, young Master." He never had to accustom to it, though. The Shinras were all well-mannered people and although this didn't stop them from calling their slaves worthless scum, they were more creative with the insults.
Rufus frowned and reached out again, his fingers warm against Tseng's skin. "I've always wondered, why...? Care to enlighten me? I can see some of the similarity - dogs are loyal as long as you don't mistreat them too much - but... It's still such an odd insult," he pondered and moved his hand, stroking Tseng's neck a bit.
The young Wutan swallowed as a shiver ran down on his spine from the gentle touch. "I... I don't know exactly, young Master, why are we called like that," he admitted. "Perhaps it has something to do with our skin color. Perhaps it's just something to express with that we're... worthless." Yes, it hurt to say that out loud. Wutai was anything but barbaric with the rich literature, interesting history, and graceful customs. The honorable warriors Tseng had seen as a child, dressed in silk, crossing blades as if they were dancing, were anything but worthless. However, the war was lost and the proud people cast back into misery either as slaves, or ruled by Shinra in their own lands.
"Mhm." Rufus knelt up to move a bit closer and to outbalance their height difference. "Maybe. Although there are dogs that are prized for their skills as hunters," he said. He put his other hand on Tseng's throat as well, cupping it gently, with his thumbs pressed against his palms. He didn't want to give the impression of strangling. Rufus thought the insult was appropriate one, Tseng was easy to compare to a loyal, if a bit wild dog who would do a lot for some petting and warm food.
Tseng couldn't force himself to be still anymore. Even if the boy was just simply touching him, his back started to itch from the thought alone that somebody was grabbing his neck. The young man lifted his hands and touched his lord's wrists, not encircling them with his fingers, just for the mere illusion. "Excuse me, young Master but... what are you doing?" he questioned quietly. The boy was probably not aware, that his touches - albeit a little unsettling - were nice. Or, perhaps, he indeed was... The lady Scarlet sometimes became vicious when his husband wasn't home and the most handsome male servants often had to endure her rather creative imagination. Well, she wasn't Rufus's mother by blood but... who knows.
"Testing out a theory," Rufus replied, his smirk widening into a grin. "Does this bother you? Having something around your neck? Even though a proper dog should be collared, showing it's not a stray, rabid one..."
Collar...? Just why were all the nobles determined to make the slaves' life even more miserable? Tseng swallowed. "It's... an instinct, young Master," he said quietly. "Most humans don't like it when somebody grabs their neck." Well, not if said somebody was a fifteen years old brat. In certain situations, Tseng was willing to expose his neck, offering the delicate skin without a doubt but this was not one of those situations.
Rufus laughed. It was clear and sharp, cutting just like his next words. "But you're a dog not a human," he said then his face brightened a bit. "That's it. Not human. Not not worthy but not human." He grinned and leant forward, pressing his lips against Tseng's in the heat of the moment.
Anger and pain slashed into Tseng's chest with sharp blades, aiming straight to his heart. The kiss, however, caught him by surprise. He gasped, opening his mouth a bit and his mind worked with top speed to decide, whether he was expected to kiss back or not. Finally, he just simply closed his mouth, so his lips brushed against the boy's.
Rufus pulled back, and sat on his heels. His usually pale face had some color and his blue eyes were bright. "I should collar you to show everyone you're mine-" he paused abruptly and looked away. His father was still alive and he was the rightful owner of Tseng. He shouldn't have spoken about wanting Tseng; especially as he wouldn't get him. Not with him being a trained doctor and not just a simple slave.
The Wutan didn't say anything just pressed a hand against his neck as if he had been hurt, breathing uneven, handsome face flushed slightly. His dark, golden-hued eyes were lit by the flames of his emotions. He indeed wasn't Rufus' property, but the boy was his master and until he didn't do anything drastic, he could have done anything to Tseng. And a slave couldn't really protest or fight back.
"Once, later, we will continue this," Rufus said with a dark promise. Once his father had died and he wasn't the 'young master' anymore. However, until then, there was so much he could do. Like having some fun with Tseng. Rufus reached out and gently pulled away the Wutan's hand from his neck. "I enjoyed kissing you. Did you kiss lots of people?"
"I-" the straightforward question caught Tseng by surprise. "Not... many, young master... not anymore." This country had other beliefs about love, as Tseng had to learn it the hard way. When he tried to kiss a servant boy, who was nice to him, he got the beating of his life and half of the household regarded him with disgust for some two weeks, calling him a fag. Loving somebody of the same gender was a crime here. Not that that stopped the nobles - they made the laws, apparently, they were convinced that said laws didn't apply on them.
"So is just pharmacy you're learning at the old Professor or other things as well?" Rufus asked, and moved closer. His knees touched Tseng's thigh and Rufus reached out to place his palm on the Wutan's neck again.
"He teaches me to how the human body works, how to recognize the illnesses and how to cure them," Tseng listed. His body began to crawl from the boy's closeness.
"Such useful skills," Rufus said half-mockingly. He leant forward to bite into Tseng's lower lip before pressing his mouth and tongue against it. He wasn't without experiences, although he mostly preferred his lovers to be female.
Tseng made a small noise in the back of his throat and pulled away with an apologetic look. "Young Master, please... what do you wish from me?"
"Don't be dense, Tseng," Rufus said with a frown. He was disappointed that the kiss broke before he could pull out more of those moans from the Wutan. He caressed the neck then his fingers slipped onto the long hair. "What do you think I want from you?"
Tseng resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Am I allowed to kiss back, young Master?"
Rufus hadn't thought about this. "Yes, of course," he said after a moment. There was a new spark in his eyes, interest. The slaves were usually too terrified to do much more than endure his advances and this was a welcome change.
Alright, maybe it won't be that bad and he'll get away without any bruises. Tseng nodded, closed his eyes halfway and offered his lips to his young lord. He wasn't suicidal to make the first move.
Rufus pressed forward again, his tongue pressing itself between the other's lips as his fingers curled and pulled the Wutan closer by his hair and neck.
The Wutan responded in kind, albeit not taking the lead, just letting the boy have his way. His hands moved by themselves though, gently touching the shoulders, which already had some muscles from the archery.
Rufus pressed closer, half-climbing into Tseng's lap but without breaking the kiss. His eyes were bright when he pulled back at last. "That's...," he paused, not knowing to what he should compare it. He wasn't allowed to speak about his step-mother's kisses but that was the only better thing than this in his experience. "This was very nice."
"I'm... honored to hear that, young Master," Tseng nodded a little breathlessly. Rufus definitely had some skills and his lips were soft and silky, their touch igniting a flame in the older man's body. "The... next orders, young Master...?"
Rufus smiled. "More of this. Less clothes."
The Wutan half-expected this and his fingers went to the buttons of his vest immediately. He didn't really think things will lead to sex, after all, Rufus had no real experience with another man... presumably. And if yes? Tseng learned long ago that there's nothing to be ashamed of when a man in higher rank wanted him. It was merely another task to perform to please the masters.
Rufus watched him, the hunger in his eyes making them darker. He wasn't a virgin but so far he hadn't taken men just women. However, he had the knowledge of how to do the things and he was more than willing to practice his theoretical knowledge. "You're a bit skinny," he said and his palms stroked Tseng's chest and sides. "But pretty, none the less." He continued the caress and thought about how it made a difference if his partner was not scared, but responsive without trying to take the rein.
"Thank you, young master," the older man replied with a small smile and shrugged off his loose shirt. After a moment of hesitation, he pulled off his shoes as well then blinked at the blond youngster. "The rest, young master? Should that go as well?" He knew he was pretty. He heard it countless times before, though the praise never lost its value.
"Not now. But I'll want to see all of you," Rufus said. He undid his buttons and took off his white shirt before pulling off the soft, black cotton underneath it. His chest bared he pulled Tseng closer and kissed him again.
The Wutan kissed back, simply enjoying to contact. His earlier fear slowly dissolved in the tender caress and daringly, he touched the blond youth's skin, rolling his rosy nipples softly.
He stopped though as his ears picked up a faint sound, something knocking lightly against wood. "Ahm... young master? I think there's somebody at the door. Or something," he added ad he remembered the pets the Shinras kept around.
"Stay here," Rufus said as he stood up. He didn't bother with a shirt, if his visitor was a human, he or she would have knocked already. He opened the door with a slight smile and let the large, dark dog come in. Petting it he spoke softly into its ear before closing the door again.
Tseng shifted a bit, uncomfortably. That was Dark Notion, Rufus's pet, a rather unique type of beast. It resembled a large dog but with an excess appendage, a sleek tentacle growing out from the nape of its neck. Those beasts were vicious, they could do magic and this particular one only let Rufus in his near - or, somebody with his food, but the servant better passed him the bowl quickly.
Rufus scratched the dog's neck and his fingers tripped on the leather collar. He smirked and knelt down before the beast to undo the buckle and take it off. "Good boy," he whispered lovingly and petted the dog again, his other hand holding the leather. "I'll play later with you, Dark," he added then stood up and turned around, his expression wicked.
It bode nothing good to the slave anyway. Tseng glanced at the collar and he felt the heat rush along his body. The kid surely didn't want to... Oh, please, don't. He tried to not show his unease, though.
The dog lied down on its carpet and Rufus walked back to the bed. He picked up a small vial of oil from one of his drawers before he climbed next to Tseng. He barely resisted the urge to grin like a child as he lifted the collar. "Maybe I should custom-make one for you."
"I..." Tseng felt the fear's chill around his heart and shame's flames heating up his cheeks. "I don't worth that much, young master," he said quietly, shaking his head slightly.
"Mhm," Rufus had to agree. A good collar, especially custom made and maybe with a few added semi-precious stones could cost a few thousand gils. Only young, innocent, and pretty girls or educated, obedient slaves worth that much, and while Tseng was obedient, his education wasn't finished yet. "However, you can borrow Dark's for now," Rufus said and reached around Tseng's neck to put it on.
The tiger-eye gaze fluttered shut, and the taller body tensed with a soft gasp. This was humiliating but... on an evil, dirty way, exciting as well. Tseng never liked physical pain, it did nothing to arouse him but it seemed, the kid's cruelty tugged on something in his inside. The leather's touch on his bare skin was like a soft caress, thrilling and alluring and the young slave wished that he could ignore it.
Rufus buckled the collar on Tseng, loose enough to not strangle the man but it was still touching his neck. "There. Not a stray anymore," Rufus said and sat back on his heels to look at the slave properly. The dark leather was shocking against the pale skin but in a good way. The power was intoxicating. Rufus reached out and tugged at the collar, pulling Tseng's head close for a hard kiss.
There was reluctance in the Wutan now, although he still obeyed. He forced his hands to stay still and not tug on the leather.
"Take off the rest of your clothes," Rufus said as he pulled his head back. The kiss tasted somewhat different from the previous ones and that annoyed the youth, although the collar on Tseng's neck was enough to brighten his mood. "Show me how pretty is the rest of you."
The Wutan swallowed and rose from the bed. He tugged off the thighs covering his long legs and then, the trousers as well. His member was half-hard already and it showed through the thin fabric of the underwear.
Rufus watched him with a slight smirk. "Those as well, Tseng, if you could be so kind," he said, his tone overly polite. "Or I'll ask Dark to help."
The slave paled and involuntarily glanced at the dark mass laying on the carpet. The dog yawned, displaying a row of large and dangerous teeth. Tseng let out a shaking sigh and got rid of his last remaining piece of cloth.
"Good," Rufus said and pointed at the bed next to him where Tseng sat moments before. "Come back here and undress me."
The Wutan did as he was told. He settled back, trying to shift to hide his growing erection and he reached out to unto the buttons on Rufus' trousers.
The youth lifted his hips and let the slave's hands pull off his garments. He was half-hard, although that wasn't such a surprise in his age. Once naked he reached up and pushed Tseng down to his back by his shoulders. "I wonder... Is this bestiality what I'm about to do?" Rufus asked, his eyes amused as he caressed the slave's chest and thighs in a seemingly careless pattern.
For a fleeting moment, Tseng's golden-tinted eyes grew wide with sheer horror. Fortunately, he finally realized the meaning of the boy's words and he released the breath he didn't realized he was holding. He didn't answer though - what could he say to that? The young heir cruelly degraded him to a pet, perhaps he didn't even want an answer. And most probably, he'll come too soon, leaving Tseng behind aching. Ah, well.
"Young master, should I touch you?"
Rufus caressed Tseng's jaw and dropped a small kiss to the side of his mouth. "Yes, do touch," he said. "I like it that you're not scared out of your mind," he added and kissed him properly.
The slave knew he should bring out the most from every situation, so he just kissed back and smoothed his hands over the pale, hairless chest. He did his best, and he was skilled enough to be able to make any human being moan with desire.
Rufus gasped and moved on top of Tseng. He moaned slightly as his member touched the other and he thrust again to feel the sweet-soft pleasure. His desire ruled most of his mind but he still knew what to do. Half-blindly he reached around, searching for the small phial he dropped a few minutes ago. When his fingers curled around the glass he smirked. "Turn."
Tseng obeyed, turning on his stomach and spreading his legs a bit, to offer a better access. His balls peeked forth between his thighs, offering a nice sight.
Rufus swallowed once and knelt up. His fingertips ghosted above Tseng's skin then he caressed the balls lightly with his left hand. Sloshing the oil at his right, he circled the opening and pushed in one digit. It was tight and hot, shockingly so, and Rufus had to bit back a moan as he imagined it around his dick.
Tseng gasped loudly at the invasion, it's been long years he last had a male lover and his body wasn't that accustomed anymore to the lovemaking. Still, he remembered the techniques learned back then when he was a precious gem in a Wutan noble family's home, a hostage to ensure peace and a trained little lover. He relaxed himself and tried to shut out the pain, concentrating only on the pleasure. "Young master, if I'm allowed... A little deeper, there's a spot. Please, try to find it."
Rufus moved his finger in a bit deeper, then not feeling anything he added another digit. Moving it around, he was curious what kind of spot was Tseng talking about. His other hand caressed the balls then stroked his own erection to ease the painful need, before moving back to Tseng.
Suddenly, the older man tensed and he cried out with passion. "Yes! There, young master, there, please...!" His hand fisted into the sheet and slowly, sweat began to glisten on his back in a fine, thin sheen.
"Ah, I see," Rufus said, his voice laced with amusement. He touching that spot again, he pulled back his fingers. After adding some oil to his aching member he thrust in slowly. He gasped even as the first inch went in, and then a few moans followed as he eased into Tseng's body entirely. "Yes...!"
The Wutan did everything to calm his breathing. The blond youth wasn't too big fortunately, so there wasn't much pain.
"Does-does it feel good, young master?"
"Yes..!" Rufus was panting and he held still for a few moments to calm himself. He wanted to enjoy this but his body's demands were impossible to resist. He thrust forward, most of his weight on his hands to let Tseng breathe, and moaned. "Heavenly... oh, yes...!"
The Wutan man buried his face into the soft sheets and grinned. He couldn't help it, suddenly the thought occurred him that after all, the young Shinra is making love to a dog right now. It was amusing and the pleasure, which coursed round his body at a successful thrust effectively dimmed out the pain and the remains of the shame.
Rufus was lost in the pleasure. It was different from a woman's body but just as good and the youth was soon out of breath. Slamming back faster, harder, he neared his peak and, after another series of thrusts he reached it. He swallowed back his cry as he came, his body shuddering from the pleasure as white sparks jumped before his eyes.
The hot flood filled him too soon, Tseng was nowhere near satisfaction. He moaned, a bit painfully and hoped the kid will let him go, that he could take care of his need.
Rufus' arms shook as he pulled out of Tseng and lied down next to him. Once, his breathing was regular again and he could force his eyes open, he smiled at the slave. His fingers caressed the sweat-slickened collar and the skin next to it, before he unbuckled it. "Despite how good this looks on you, Dark needs this back."
Tseng let out a deep sigh as the leather came off. Finally he was free...! "Young master, please, let me go now...!" His member has achingly hard and the young Wutan wanted nothing else but relief. Soon, preferably.
"Soon," Rufus said. He fisted Tseng's hair and pulled him closer for a hard kiss. "Maybe, I'll ask you into my room again," he added, licking his lips content. He was sleepy but it could wait for a few more minutes. He caressed Tseng's face once before he released him. "Don't step on Dark Notion as you go."
"Sure... I mean, yes, young master." Tseng stood and quickly dressed himself, wincing as he tucked his erection into his pants. It showed. Glancing at the tentacle dog, then back at Rufus, he bowed. "Goodnight, young master."
"Night, Tseng," Rufus replied before he stood up for a washcloth. Cleaning off the oil he pulled on a clean pair of pants and dropped back into his bed. "Dark, come'ere," he said with a yawn, patting the mattress next to himself. He didn't like to sleep alone.
~end~
Authors:
kira_k & okami_huTheme: #39 - Collars
Rating: R
Warning: humiliation, Rufus is kinda young but not underage
Couple/Characters: Rufus/Tseng
Word count: 4445
Notes: Story is part of the 7seas!Verse
Summary: The young Master Rufus decides to play a cruel game with the Wutan slave.
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Rufus kissed his step-mother's cheek and walked out of the dining hall. His father was away to do some business somewhere, and it was just the two of them -- and the slaves. Rufus was never really interested in their servants, as long as they did their jobs and didn't interfere with his life. However, there was a tall, black-haired foreigner with odd eyes... Rufus couldn't quite remember his name but it didn't matter. After all, he was the master and the other man, his slave.
Tseng was on his way upstairs, carrying fresh towels to the bathrooms. When he noticed the young heir, he managed to bow respectfully and still hold the soft sheets in his arms. "Good evening, Master Rufus." The Wutan had been away all the day, at the Shinras' doctor, Hojo; the raven-haired man developed a liking in Tseng and handled him as an apprentice. After all, when he came to the mansion, Tseng already had an astonishing knowledge in medicals.
Rufus smirked and stopped before the Wutan. "I didn't see you all day, Tseng," he said, his tone half-scolding and half-disappointed just like his father's at the times when he spoke to Rufus. Of course, the youth knew where the other man was but it didn't mean he had to like it.
"The honorable Professor Hojo decided to spend some time with me and help me in my studies," Tseng replied respectfully. "I'll be forever grateful to your generous father, young Master, that he allowed me that."
"Because he has no use of you otherwise," Rufus said lightly. A doctor was more worthy than a simple slave, and the older Shinra had a good eye for anything worthy. "Are you going to put those away today, or not?"
Tseng's lips thinned but he nodded again. "I'm sorry young Master. I'll see to my duties immediately." With another bow - it was in his blood, as his homeland's customs included a lot of bows - he turned and walked up on the stairs, to put the towels away.
Rufus followed him without a thought. He admired the graceful way Tseng moved, although he would never admit it and he enjoyed their conversations when his attention could stay on topic for long enough. "You missed as I shot a few bull's eyes," Rufus said proudly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, young Master. You're becoming better and better with every day. You are truly talented." In a way, Tseng meant what he said; he admired good fighters. Of course, his favorite weapon was the sword, those glittering blades... For example the one the young Sephiroth wielded, with great accuracy and efficiency.
"You'd stick around tomorrow then when I'm practicing," Rufus said, his chest warm from the compliment. In meant much for him, although not as much as his parent's words. He didn't think about the possible dangers of having a slave around the weapons; Tseng was with them for years now, and he had had a few opportunities to kill Rufus already. "If you're not busy with the cauldrons and the old Professor."
"If you wish so, I'll be at your side tomorrow, young Master. I doubt Professor Hojo would need me this soon again." Tseng opened one of the bathrooms’ door and walked in. He put the towels down and stole a glance from the mirror, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ears. Sephiroth was bound to come home one of these days and the young Wutan wanted to present a pleasing sight. Perhaps he'll wash his hair later.
"That's settled then," Rufus nodded pleasantly and waited in the corridor for Tseng. "Come now, I'd like to continue this talk somewhere more comfortable."
The lean slave tilted his head slightly with a mildly curious look. "As you please, young Master," he said politely. Most probably, the boy wanted to boast about his achievements.
Rufus led the way to his room at this. There was a desk, a bed, some shelves for the books from the deepest mahogany and a few packed away toys. It looked more like a room for an adult than a child and Tseng knew the room didn't change in the paste few years, aside from the new paint over the walls. Rufus walked to his big, four-posted bed and sat down. He was far from casual but he was more relaxed now that he was in his own place. "Sit down," he said and pointed at the mattress next to him.
Tseng nodded and settled down next to his lord, his hands neatly folded in his lap. He looked at the boy expectantly, waiting for the promised conversation to continue.
"You'd watch me shot the crossbow," Rufus said then another thought occurred to him. "I assume you know that my people tend to call yours as 'dogs', don't you?" He looked up at Tseng. After the victorious war the insults became more common, making them even into the everyday speech. The youth reached out and touched Tseng's neck curiously, his eyes darker from the amusement and shadowed by cruelty.
Tseng jerked away with a gasp first, then pressed his lips together and forced himself to still and his hands to rest on his thighs. "I know that, young Master." He never had to accustom to it, though. The Shinras were all well-mannered people and although this didn't stop them from calling their slaves worthless scum, they were more creative with the insults.
Rufus frowned and reached out again, his fingers warm against Tseng's skin. "I've always wondered, why...? Care to enlighten me? I can see some of the similarity - dogs are loyal as long as you don't mistreat them too much - but... It's still such an odd insult," he pondered and moved his hand, stroking Tseng's neck a bit.
The young Wutan swallowed as a shiver ran down on his spine from the gentle touch. "I... I don't know exactly, young Master, why are we called like that," he admitted. "Perhaps it has something to do with our skin color. Perhaps it's just something to express with that we're... worthless." Yes, it hurt to say that out loud. Wutai was anything but barbaric with the rich literature, interesting history, and graceful customs. The honorable warriors Tseng had seen as a child, dressed in silk, crossing blades as if they were dancing, were anything but worthless. However, the war was lost and the proud people cast back into misery either as slaves, or ruled by Shinra in their own lands.
"Mhm." Rufus knelt up to move a bit closer and to outbalance their height difference. "Maybe. Although there are dogs that are prized for their skills as hunters," he said. He put his other hand on Tseng's throat as well, cupping it gently, with his thumbs pressed against his palms. He didn't want to give the impression of strangling. Rufus thought the insult was appropriate one, Tseng was easy to compare to a loyal, if a bit wild dog who would do a lot for some petting and warm food.
Tseng couldn't force himself to be still anymore. Even if the boy was just simply touching him, his back started to itch from the thought alone that somebody was grabbing his neck. The young man lifted his hands and touched his lord's wrists, not encircling them with his fingers, just for the mere illusion. "Excuse me, young Master but... what are you doing?" he questioned quietly. The boy was probably not aware, that his touches - albeit a little unsettling - were nice. Or, perhaps, he indeed was... The lady Scarlet sometimes became vicious when his husband wasn't home and the most handsome male servants often had to endure her rather creative imagination. Well, she wasn't Rufus's mother by blood but... who knows.
"Testing out a theory," Rufus replied, his smirk widening into a grin. "Does this bother you? Having something around your neck? Even though a proper dog should be collared, showing it's not a stray, rabid one..."
Collar...? Just why were all the nobles determined to make the slaves' life even more miserable? Tseng swallowed. "It's... an instinct, young Master," he said quietly. "Most humans don't like it when somebody grabs their neck." Well, not if said somebody was a fifteen years old brat. In certain situations, Tseng was willing to expose his neck, offering the delicate skin without a doubt but this was not one of those situations.
Rufus laughed. It was clear and sharp, cutting just like his next words. "But you're a dog not a human," he said then his face brightened a bit. "That's it. Not human. Not not worthy but not human." He grinned and leant forward, pressing his lips against Tseng's in the heat of the moment.
Anger and pain slashed into Tseng's chest with sharp blades, aiming straight to his heart. The kiss, however, caught him by surprise. He gasped, opening his mouth a bit and his mind worked with top speed to decide, whether he was expected to kiss back or not. Finally, he just simply closed his mouth, so his lips brushed against the boy's.
Rufus pulled back, and sat on his heels. His usually pale face had some color and his blue eyes were bright. "I should collar you to show everyone you're mine-" he paused abruptly and looked away. His father was still alive and he was the rightful owner of Tseng. He shouldn't have spoken about wanting Tseng; especially as he wouldn't get him. Not with him being a trained doctor and not just a simple slave.
The Wutan didn't say anything just pressed a hand against his neck as if he had been hurt, breathing uneven, handsome face flushed slightly. His dark, golden-hued eyes were lit by the flames of his emotions. He indeed wasn't Rufus' property, but the boy was his master and until he didn't do anything drastic, he could have done anything to Tseng. And a slave couldn't really protest or fight back.
"Once, later, we will continue this," Rufus said with a dark promise. Once his father had died and he wasn't the 'young master' anymore. However, until then, there was so much he could do. Like having some fun with Tseng. Rufus reached out and gently pulled away the Wutan's hand from his neck. "I enjoyed kissing you. Did you kiss lots of people?"
"I-" the straightforward question caught Tseng by surprise. "Not... many, young master... not anymore." This country had other beliefs about love, as Tseng had to learn it the hard way. When he tried to kiss a servant boy, who was nice to him, he got the beating of his life and half of the household regarded him with disgust for some two weeks, calling him a fag. Loving somebody of the same gender was a crime here. Not that that stopped the nobles - they made the laws, apparently, they were convinced that said laws didn't apply on them.
"So is just pharmacy you're learning at the old Professor or other things as well?" Rufus asked, and moved closer. His knees touched Tseng's thigh and Rufus reached out to place his palm on the Wutan's neck again.
"He teaches me to how the human body works, how to recognize the illnesses and how to cure them," Tseng listed. His body began to crawl from the boy's closeness.
"Such useful skills," Rufus said half-mockingly. He leant forward to bite into Tseng's lower lip before pressing his mouth and tongue against it. He wasn't without experiences, although he mostly preferred his lovers to be female.
Tseng made a small noise in the back of his throat and pulled away with an apologetic look. "Young Master, please... what do you wish from me?"
"Don't be dense, Tseng," Rufus said with a frown. He was disappointed that the kiss broke before he could pull out more of those moans from the Wutan. He caressed the neck then his fingers slipped onto the long hair. "What do you think I want from you?"
Tseng resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Am I allowed to kiss back, young Master?"
Rufus hadn't thought about this. "Yes, of course," he said after a moment. There was a new spark in his eyes, interest. The slaves were usually too terrified to do much more than endure his advances and this was a welcome change.
Alright, maybe it won't be that bad and he'll get away without any bruises. Tseng nodded, closed his eyes halfway and offered his lips to his young lord. He wasn't suicidal to make the first move.
Rufus pressed forward again, his tongue pressing itself between the other's lips as his fingers curled and pulled the Wutan closer by his hair and neck.
The Wutan responded in kind, albeit not taking the lead, just letting the boy have his way. His hands moved by themselves though, gently touching the shoulders, which already had some muscles from the archery.
Rufus pressed closer, half-climbing into Tseng's lap but without breaking the kiss. His eyes were bright when he pulled back at last. "That's...," he paused, not knowing to what he should compare it. He wasn't allowed to speak about his step-mother's kisses but that was the only better thing than this in his experience. "This was very nice."
"I'm... honored to hear that, young Master," Tseng nodded a little breathlessly. Rufus definitely had some skills and his lips were soft and silky, their touch igniting a flame in the older man's body. "The... next orders, young Master...?"
Rufus smiled. "More of this. Less clothes."
The Wutan half-expected this and his fingers went to the buttons of his vest immediately. He didn't really think things will lead to sex, after all, Rufus had no real experience with another man... presumably. And if yes? Tseng learned long ago that there's nothing to be ashamed of when a man in higher rank wanted him. It was merely another task to perform to please the masters.
Rufus watched him, the hunger in his eyes making them darker. He wasn't a virgin but so far he hadn't taken men just women. However, he had the knowledge of how to do the things and he was more than willing to practice his theoretical knowledge. "You're a bit skinny," he said and his palms stroked Tseng's chest and sides. "But pretty, none the less." He continued the caress and thought about how it made a difference if his partner was not scared, but responsive without trying to take the rein.
"Thank you, young master," the older man replied with a small smile and shrugged off his loose shirt. After a moment of hesitation, he pulled off his shoes as well then blinked at the blond youngster. "The rest, young master? Should that go as well?" He knew he was pretty. He heard it countless times before, though the praise never lost its value.
"Not now. But I'll want to see all of you," Rufus said. He undid his buttons and took off his white shirt before pulling off the soft, black cotton underneath it. His chest bared he pulled Tseng closer and kissed him again.
The Wutan kissed back, simply enjoying to contact. His earlier fear slowly dissolved in the tender caress and daringly, he touched the blond youth's skin, rolling his rosy nipples softly.
He stopped though as his ears picked up a faint sound, something knocking lightly against wood. "Ahm... young master? I think there's somebody at the door. Or something," he added ad he remembered the pets the Shinras kept around.
"Stay here," Rufus said as he stood up. He didn't bother with a shirt, if his visitor was a human, he or she would have knocked already. He opened the door with a slight smile and let the large, dark dog come in. Petting it he spoke softly into its ear before closing the door again.
Tseng shifted a bit, uncomfortably. That was Dark Notion, Rufus's pet, a rather unique type of beast. It resembled a large dog but with an excess appendage, a sleek tentacle growing out from the nape of its neck. Those beasts were vicious, they could do magic and this particular one only let Rufus in his near - or, somebody with his food, but the servant better passed him the bowl quickly.
Rufus scratched the dog's neck and his fingers tripped on the leather collar. He smirked and knelt down before the beast to undo the buckle and take it off. "Good boy," he whispered lovingly and petted the dog again, his other hand holding the leather. "I'll play later with you, Dark," he added then stood up and turned around, his expression wicked.
It bode nothing good to the slave anyway. Tseng glanced at the collar and he felt the heat rush along his body. The kid surely didn't want to... Oh, please, don't. He tried to not show his unease, though.
The dog lied down on its carpet and Rufus walked back to the bed. He picked up a small vial of oil from one of his drawers before he climbed next to Tseng. He barely resisted the urge to grin like a child as he lifted the collar. "Maybe I should custom-make one for you."
"I..." Tseng felt the fear's chill around his heart and shame's flames heating up his cheeks. "I don't worth that much, young master," he said quietly, shaking his head slightly.
"Mhm," Rufus had to agree. A good collar, especially custom made and maybe with a few added semi-precious stones could cost a few thousand gils. Only young, innocent, and pretty girls or educated, obedient slaves worth that much, and while Tseng was obedient, his education wasn't finished yet. "However, you can borrow Dark's for now," Rufus said and reached around Tseng's neck to put it on.
The tiger-eye gaze fluttered shut, and the taller body tensed with a soft gasp. This was humiliating but... on an evil, dirty way, exciting as well. Tseng never liked physical pain, it did nothing to arouse him but it seemed, the kid's cruelty tugged on something in his inside. The leather's touch on his bare skin was like a soft caress, thrilling and alluring and the young slave wished that he could ignore it.
Rufus buckled the collar on Tseng, loose enough to not strangle the man but it was still touching his neck. "There. Not a stray anymore," Rufus said and sat back on his heels to look at the slave properly. The dark leather was shocking against the pale skin but in a good way. The power was intoxicating. Rufus reached out and tugged at the collar, pulling Tseng's head close for a hard kiss.
There was reluctance in the Wutan now, although he still obeyed. He forced his hands to stay still and not tug on the leather.
"Take off the rest of your clothes," Rufus said as he pulled his head back. The kiss tasted somewhat different from the previous ones and that annoyed the youth, although the collar on Tseng's neck was enough to brighten his mood. "Show me how pretty is the rest of you."
The Wutan swallowed and rose from the bed. He tugged off the thighs covering his long legs and then, the trousers as well. His member was half-hard already and it showed through the thin fabric of the underwear.
Rufus watched him with a slight smirk. "Those as well, Tseng, if you could be so kind," he said, his tone overly polite. "Or I'll ask Dark to help."
The slave paled and involuntarily glanced at the dark mass laying on the carpet. The dog yawned, displaying a row of large and dangerous teeth. Tseng let out a shaking sigh and got rid of his last remaining piece of cloth.
"Good," Rufus said and pointed at the bed next to him where Tseng sat moments before. "Come back here and undress me."
The Wutan did as he was told. He settled back, trying to shift to hide his growing erection and he reached out to unto the buttons on Rufus' trousers.
The youth lifted his hips and let the slave's hands pull off his garments. He was half-hard, although that wasn't such a surprise in his age. Once naked he reached up and pushed Tseng down to his back by his shoulders. "I wonder... Is this bestiality what I'm about to do?" Rufus asked, his eyes amused as he caressed the slave's chest and thighs in a seemingly careless pattern.
For a fleeting moment, Tseng's golden-tinted eyes grew wide with sheer horror. Fortunately, he finally realized the meaning of the boy's words and he released the breath he didn't realized he was holding. He didn't answer though - what could he say to that? The young heir cruelly degraded him to a pet, perhaps he didn't even want an answer. And most probably, he'll come too soon, leaving Tseng behind aching. Ah, well.
"Young master, should I touch you?"
Rufus caressed Tseng's jaw and dropped a small kiss to the side of his mouth. "Yes, do touch," he said. "I like it that you're not scared out of your mind," he added and kissed him properly.
The slave knew he should bring out the most from every situation, so he just kissed back and smoothed his hands over the pale, hairless chest. He did his best, and he was skilled enough to be able to make any human being moan with desire.
Rufus gasped and moved on top of Tseng. He moaned slightly as his member touched the other and he thrust again to feel the sweet-soft pleasure. His desire ruled most of his mind but he still knew what to do. Half-blindly he reached around, searching for the small phial he dropped a few minutes ago. When his fingers curled around the glass he smirked. "Turn."
Tseng obeyed, turning on his stomach and spreading his legs a bit, to offer a better access. His balls peeked forth between his thighs, offering a nice sight.
Rufus swallowed once and knelt up. His fingertips ghosted above Tseng's skin then he caressed the balls lightly with his left hand. Sloshing the oil at his right, he circled the opening and pushed in one digit. It was tight and hot, shockingly so, and Rufus had to bit back a moan as he imagined it around his dick.
Tseng gasped loudly at the invasion, it's been long years he last had a male lover and his body wasn't that accustomed anymore to the lovemaking. Still, he remembered the techniques learned back then when he was a precious gem in a Wutan noble family's home, a hostage to ensure peace and a trained little lover. He relaxed himself and tried to shut out the pain, concentrating only on the pleasure. "Young master, if I'm allowed... A little deeper, there's a spot. Please, try to find it."
Rufus moved his finger in a bit deeper, then not feeling anything he added another digit. Moving it around, he was curious what kind of spot was Tseng talking about. His other hand caressed the balls then stroked his own erection to ease the painful need, before moving back to Tseng.
Suddenly, the older man tensed and he cried out with passion. "Yes! There, young master, there, please...!" His hand fisted into the sheet and slowly, sweat began to glisten on his back in a fine, thin sheen.
"Ah, I see," Rufus said, his voice laced with amusement. He touching that spot again, he pulled back his fingers. After adding some oil to his aching member he thrust in slowly. He gasped even as the first inch went in, and then a few moans followed as he eased into Tseng's body entirely. "Yes...!"
The Wutan did everything to calm his breathing. The blond youth wasn't too big fortunately, so there wasn't much pain.
"Does-does it feel good, young master?"
"Yes..!" Rufus was panting and he held still for a few moments to calm himself. He wanted to enjoy this but his body's demands were impossible to resist. He thrust forward, most of his weight on his hands to let Tseng breathe, and moaned. "Heavenly... oh, yes...!"
The Wutan man buried his face into the soft sheets and grinned. He couldn't help it, suddenly the thought occurred him that after all, the young Shinra is making love to a dog right now. It was amusing and the pleasure, which coursed round his body at a successful thrust effectively dimmed out the pain and the remains of the shame.
Rufus was lost in the pleasure. It was different from a woman's body but just as good and the youth was soon out of breath. Slamming back faster, harder, he neared his peak and, after another series of thrusts he reached it. He swallowed back his cry as he came, his body shuddering from the pleasure as white sparks jumped before his eyes.
The hot flood filled him too soon, Tseng was nowhere near satisfaction. He moaned, a bit painfully and hoped the kid will let him go, that he could take care of his need.
Rufus' arms shook as he pulled out of Tseng and lied down next to him. Once, his breathing was regular again and he could force his eyes open, he smiled at the slave. His fingers caressed the sweat-slickened collar and the skin next to it, before he unbuckled it. "Despite how good this looks on you, Dark needs this back."
Tseng let out a deep sigh as the leather came off. Finally he was free...! "Young master, please, let me go now...!" His member has achingly hard and the young Wutan wanted nothing else but relief. Soon, preferably.
"Soon," Rufus said. He fisted Tseng's hair and pulled him closer for a hard kiss. "Maybe, I'll ask you into my room again," he added, licking his lips content. He was sleepy but it could wait for a few more minutes. He caressed Tseng's face once before he released him. "Don't step on Dark Notion as you go."
"Sure... I mean, yes, young master." Tseng stood and quickly dressed himself, wincing as he tucked his erection into his pants. It showed. Glancing at the tentacle dog, then back at Rufus, he bowed. "Goodnight, young master."
"Night, Tseng," Rufus replied before he stood up for a washcloth. Cleaning off the oil he pulled on a clean pair of pants and dropped back into his bed. "Dark, come'ere," he said with a yawn, patting the mattress next to himself. He didn't like to sleep alone.
~end~
